#HOW THE FUCK DID HE SCREW UP SO BADLY I'M LAUGHING AT HIM

[sergeantjessi]

When it was announced that Twitter would be called "X", I was thinking to myself "Ok I've gotta stop using Twitter now, Elon has to learn."

The thing is: Twitter and Tumblr are the only SM I use, so I knew it was gonna be hard. Or so I thought.

I've updated the app today, and seeing this was the biggest cockblock ever. Not once did I have the urge to click on this stupid X logo. GG Elon that's the worst anyone has ever done it

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

The Unwanted Visitor: Part 5 (Final)

Part 1 here, part 2 here, part 3 here, part 4 here

At long last, it has arrived! I'm so sorry, I've been constantly sidetracked by smaller works haha :) Enjoy!

“You need a licence to drive one of these things?” He floored the accelerator and we shot out onto the road, making me realise just how badly I'd screwed up.

“Why the hell did I trust you? We're going to die. You're going to crash into a tree or some and we'll die because I let you drive the stupid car,” I hissed. “Oh my fucking gods.”

“Calm down,” he said casually, leaning back against the seat. “It’s one of those silly little automatic cars, we'll be fine. It practically drives itself. By the way, you should turn around and check if those exorcists are still following us.”

I craned my neck and winced. There was a veritable army coming after us, sirens howling for blood. “Err… There's like five cars on our tail, and the drivers don't look very happy,” I said.

“Of course they don't look happy! They just got thwarted by a random kid and a spirit!” Visitor cackled wildly, and I briefly saw why Miss Bell had thought him too dangerous to be left alive. Then he subsided, and he was my idiot Visitor again. “If we survive this, it's gonna be a tale for the ages.”

I laughed nervously and turned back around. “Oh shit,” I whispered. “Vis? They've got guns.” One man was leaning out the passenger seat, hefting what looked (to my untrained eye) to be a very large and unfriendly shotgun.

Visitor glanced at the side view mirror and grimaced. “I have no idea how to get us out of here. If it was just me, I might have-”

I cut him off, a horrifying idea forming. “Turn the car around.”

“What?!” Visitor was appropriately horrified.

“Just do it,” I hissed. If I could work whatever it was on those cuffs, and on the bicycle— Then maybe, just maybe, I could do it with a car. “Turn it and brace for impact.”

Visitor gave me a wide eyed stare of distress, but did it. I held my breath as we spun and charged towards the platoon of police. Meeting the gaze of the man with the shotgun, I prayed to all the dead gods that we'd make it-

My stomach twisted.

And then we were through. Visitor still had his foot on the accelerator, and we sped away from the exorcists, who were even more confused than us. “What in the name of the Emperor was that?!” Visitor cast a furious look at me. “If you hadn't just saved us, I would slap you.”

“Oh, yeah, almost forget to tell you,” I said, affecting false confidence. My heart pounded like a hammer on a nail, pinning me to the chair. “Turns out I can just go through things. No idea how it works, but if it works—” I shrugged. 

“A ghostwalker,” he murmured. “Curious. I've never heard of a mortal ghostwalker. No matter, I suppose. We survived. That's what matters, right?" There was doubt in his voice, an undercurrent of warning. He paused, a hitch in his voice."You know we can't go back, don't you?”

I nodded, still watching the police cars rotate themselves awkwardly. My parents' little auto appeared to be shockingly fast and manoeuvrable. “Yeah, what about it?” 

We zoomed past our house, and Visitor cast a glance at it. “They'll probably catch us. You should go home; they won't punish you for it if you hand yourself in. You can say I had mind-controlled you or something.”

“And what the hell will you do?” The glare I gave him made his facade slip right off. He was terrified. Terrified he was going to die, terrified that I was gonna be arrested. Terrified but determined to put a brave face on for me. “Don't be dumb. I've got your back, Vis. Besides, this is what every girl dreams of. Eloping off into the sunset with an older man, am I right?”

Visitor gave me a disgusted look and I laughed at him. “It'll be fine, Vis. I was never meant to stay in this hellhole anyways. And now? If I have my way, we'll go down in history,” I told him.

I was terrified too, of course. But I had my spirit-brother by my side, idiot though he was. And what more could I ask for?

THE END

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[kaysters247]

Deadly Inferno {A Patrick Hockstetter Fic}

Part 8 - You and I

Word Count: 1310

Warning: Smut. Not saying it’s good because I don’t usually write it. But I did my best. Lol.

I practically flew home on my my bike in anticipation for the nights ventures with Patrick, a massive smile on my lips from the mere thought of it all. He had promised a night of lust, pain, excitement. And I wasn't about to miss it. Night time was quickly approaching in Derry and that's when the curfew kicked in, one my dad highly enforced. If we weren't in by the time curfew came around, it would be our asses for sure. And I wasn't about to take that risk.

"Where you been all day girl?" I stopped dead in my tracks from dads slurred words in his usual chair, the light from the tv illuminating the room. He'd already gotten five bottles in and wasn't about to be a real problem. At least not right now anyhow.

"Out with Beverly dad. Just spent time swimming and stuff." I practically ran up the stairs from his usual scoff of knowing, knowing I was bullshitting, but too drunk to care. And so drunk that he'll forget ever asking me. I was running so fast that I ran right smack dab into Vic coming out of the bathroom and heading to the stairs himself, my eyes averting to his flustered face. He seemed nervous to even be standing in front of me right now.

"Come on Vic. We can't keep doing this. You're my best friend. Patrick will have to understand that." He looked at me for a brief moment, before suddenly bolting down the stairs like his life depended on it, leaving me in utter annoyance. Great. Vic won't even talk to me anymore. Honestly, I was still miffed about what they did to Ben. I knew it was mostly Henry. But Vic of course wasn't objecting all that much to it out of fear.

"Lost a boy toy sis?" I practically punched Henry in the arm once he came walking by with a humored laugh leaving his lips.

"Can it Hen. I'm still pissed at you anyway." He stopped dead in his tracks, turning to look me dead in the eyes with such a scowl on his lips. He was always sick of me messing with his fun times.

"You're nothing but a damn buzzkill Leslie. Fuck, I don't get how you have such a whore reputation when you act like fun is nothing but girly shit. All I know is that you need to stop screwing my friends." I wanted so badly to haul off and hit him, but I simply went to my room and placed a chair under the doorknob so no one could suddenly enter unannounced. Locks weren't aloud in this house, except for the bathroom of course.

"Guess Bub got under your skin huh?" I jumped a little in surprise from Patrick sitting in his usual spot on my bed, his shirt already off and his shoes discarded across the room. And his usual unnerving smirk on his hauntingly handsome face. He rose from the bed in such a stride I had no time to react before he was on me, dragging me to the bed and practically throwing me down on it, looming over me in such a menacing way.

"You know, he's got a point Princess. I mean you really don't listen do you? I told you what would happen if you interfered with anything we do...." He started to rip my clothes from my body, not caring if any questions were asked about my shredded clothes, not letting me speak what so ever. He was so lustful his eyes were practically black at this point. Patrick was lost in the darkness and he wasn't coming back anytime soon.

"And I swear if you even attempt to scream during anything I do, it'll be worse for you. So don't." His zippo was suddenly out of his pocket against my now exposed stomach, the flame trailing from my bra line all the way down my stomach to my underwear. I bit down onto my lip so harshly with my toes curled that I could taste the blood trickling down my throat. He grabbed his shirt long discarded and tied my hands together with it to the best of his ability, his hard on so obvious that it was making me completely drenched. And he knew it.

"I always knew you were it for me Les. You can handle pain. And that turns me the fuck on to the extreme. You feel pain without flinching...." He had my bra ripped off and underwear pulled down my legs so quickly that I barely registered it, watching as he took his pants and boxers off. his dick springing up so fast. I was so turned on that I could barely breathe at this point from my thoughts.

"Patrick please.... Just fuck me already!" He suddenly slapped me across the face, igniting a moan from my lips that honestly shouldn't have happened. But shit if I wasn't a mess right now. He was simply smirking, enjoying causing me pain. But I could see the want in his eyes. He was losing it himself. With one swift motion, he entered me and just went for it, pounding in and out with his hand coming to rest around my neck, knowing I wouldn't scream like that. His movements became so sloppy, but so powerful all at the same time. I always felt like I was being torn apart from how fast he went, how deep he got. With his movements never wavering, he leaned down and started biting my neck so harshly, my mind whirling with so many emotions. Our bodies rubbed together like they were meant to be there the entire time.

"Just because you saved my life, it doesn't mean I owe you anything. So don't act like it! But you're mine Leslie.... So you better start acting like it..." He suddenly leaned back up and went faster and faster, moans escaping my lips. We finally came together, our labored breathing the only thing I could hear in the moment. The slight breeze from my open window a nice soothing touch on my sensitive skin, I could still feel Patrick in me, even when he pulled out.

"I do Pat... I don't fuck anyone else." He simply looked at me, before lighting a candle on my nightstand that he must have brought, letting it melt a little before leaving little drops of melted wax on my tits, my stomach, anywhere he felt like, he left trails of it. I closed my eyes in utter bliss from the mere sensations coursing through my body.

"Not even those losers? Because you sure like to stand up for them." He suddenly put the flame from the wick to my stomach, leaving it in one spot to slowly start to burn, a yelp leaving my lips before he slapped a hand down over my mouth, his demented eyes searching mine in absolute pleasure.

"You're absolutely beautiful Leslie. A beautiful little fuck toy that no one else can touch. You drive me insane. And I don't plan on letting you go... so don't think about it." He finally untied my hands, putting his shirt back on along with his pants, blowing out the candle and placing back on my nightstand for next time. He could have honestly killed me for what I did, helping Ben and all. But he enjoyed the cat and mouse game, just as he said. He doesn't want me dead. He wants me to play with. To hurt. Do anything he pleases. This summer was only getting started.

[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

who are your favorite lotr / the hobbit /silmarillion characters

Wuhuuuuu, unexpected question! Since I have a suspicion of who might be... Here is a cute rat too! (worse case and is not who I think it is, well, who doesn't love cute rats? 🥺)

Okay, since I'm probably about to start yapping... Answer under the cut!

First of all, I need to clarify this: I'M VERY BIASED TOWARDS HOBBITS IN GENERAL!

There is reasons for it, but honestly? Have you seen the shrine? I want to be a hobbit and spend my days in a place that beautiful while I smoke weed under the shadow of a tree. THAT'S THE DREAM, C'MON! 😌

When I was a kid, my dad used to read 'The Hobbit' to me when I was sick and had to stay at home bc adhd kid couldn't stay quiet (I have a very vivid memory of feverish me watching as it was a movie how they all went down the river inside the barrels, no idea why that stuck but it did). He did a different voice for every dwarf and I laughed like a gremlin every time he read their moment invading Bilbo's home.

Then we went all together to watch the first lotr movie and I cried like a baby bc "Wtf do you mean Gandalf is dead? No, he isn't!". So as soon as I arrived home (still crying), I quickly went to grab the first book bc my parents refused to spoiler me shit (Don't take me wrong, I'm glad I read them and I enjoyed it a lot, but damn, I was very worried for Gandalf, okay? 🥲)

So... From a nostalgic point of view? Kid me would probably say Bilbo or Gandalf. But if I had to choose right now, it would be a tie between two hobbits (I love them, sorry)

PIPPIN

(He's so real, I feel represented by Pippin every time I watch those movies. His extra scenes always get me)

I love him dearly. Not only bc he's too funny and my most silly side thinks we should be friends. He's so damn real and unfiltered, adhd hobbit, I swear to Cher xD

But also, and that's very important to me... He stays. He can be oblivious and not grasp half of what is happening around him, but he grasps his friends are in danger and he stays. Yes, he screws up bc curiosity does things (no impulse control, I wonder why), but again, once he arrives at Gondor... He stays, he keeps fighting in his own way, he never abandons his friends. I must confess is being a while since I read the books for the last time, but I know how much I loved his part on Gondor, how he walks around the city and everyone ends up knowing him and appreciating him even. Who wouldn't? He's a fool but an honest one who has no malice. So yeah, Pippin deserves more credit! (same for Merry, but the silly one got me, what can I say)

SAM

(I know this speech is movie-only, but it makes me feel things every damn time. This is directly responsible of why every time I finish the 2nd movie, no matter if I was falling asleep or not, I play the next one. Because damn, the way he talks about stories? Hits me)

It's Sam, idk what else I need to say. The loyal companion, who for me would always be the biggest hero (biased, I know). The one that refuses to leave Frodo, that even when Frodo goes all "is my burden" answers "but I can carry with you". He is so damn devoted, how I'm supposed to not love him? And is Frodo, is for Frodo, we all know it. He doesn't seem to consider trying anything against Frodo when he refuses to destroy the ring. No, hurting Frodo is not something Sam considers.

And I might be realizing that apparently I always had a soft spot for characters that are devoted to the point of following their depressed emo boyfriend to hell. Welp, I see a patron, what can I say? I shipped them before even knowing that was what I was doing, arguing with my brother that "Mr.Frodo, I'm your Sam" didn't have any other explanation and one-sided my ass bc no way depressed Frodo didn't accept the affection when he needed it so badly. No way their trip to Mordor didn't have doomed romance, no fucking way! (codependent and unbalanced too, damn.... Yeah, I have a type for ships, fuck xD)

I hope this yapping is somehow an answer to your question! (and I might be thinking about harumai going to Mordor, my brain is going silly xD)

[themuselesswriter]

Outed Secret Affair

Characters: Kelly Lord, Original Female Character (Liliana), Lord Family

Summary: Kelly joins his family in Spain and introduce his secret wife to them.

Word count: 1000+

Warnings: curses and the casual family dynamic

A/N: this is my formal invitation for you all to start writing about this show and my favorite flamboyant cause like, we’re dry on that:’)

Credits: photos from Pinterest, editing app is picsart

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The arrived at Costa Del Sol, she felt his heartbeat go faster with every move he made closer to the big mansion in which his family resided in for the time being, she knew how terribly they treated him, how they thought of him to be nothing but a screw up, even with everything that he did for the family.

She held his hand "it will be alright love" she said softly as she gave his hand the gentlest squeeze "I don't think I want to return to them, let's just go back to south London while we still can" he replied, looking at her with pleading eyes "Kelly! They are in time of grief, they need you to be by their side, once all is done, we can return to our little love nest in south London" she replied, he took a minute to himself then nodded, leading the way inside, his hand not leaving hers.

"Kelly! My sweet darling" Mint Ma was the first to greet the middle son, followed by the rest of their family members, soon the whole Lord family gathered around him, she smiled, and to think he was terrified of this, he caught up with everyone then walked to her side "everyone, I would like to introduce my... better half, Liliana Lord" you waved a hello, they remained quiet for a moment, taking the information in "your better half? when did that happen?" the blond sibling said, she assumed it was Len, Leonard or something like that "it's... it's been happening for a while" Kelly replied nervously.

"Fucking hell!" his father shouted in disbelief "you mush? You've been sneaking around with this bitch?" his father demanded "dad, please-" Kelly said softly, his gained confidence all seemed to disappear, Gene laughed then walked to his brother, patting his shoulder "good for you!" he said, he was the first to welcome the poor woman and shake her hand "welcome to the family, you'll find us quite odd" he warned, she nodded "oh I've heard stories, I shall be fine" Liliana replied.

Kelly excused himself, taking the poor woman with him and retreated upstairs to find an empty room for them to rest, holding her hand while their luggage was in his free hand "I- I'm sorry about them" he mumbled once the two of them were alone, she smiled and caressed his cheek softly "don't worry about it love, I can handle them as long as you don't let them affect you so badly" she warned, he nodded.

The family had a second bomb dropping on them, Eddy, Cindy's son's arrival with the two of them, they focused more on him than on the stranger woman, which gave her a sense of relief.

Kelly ended up going on a mission with his brother, Gene as soon as he got some rest, she didn't see him for the rest of the day, while Liliana remained with Cindy and Mint Ma, they had about a thousand of questions about you, which was only fair, a strange woman walking into their lives out of the sudden and announces that she is married to one of the boys for a while.

Liliana only saw him again at night when he returned to their temporary love nest, he seemed quite upset, she frowned "what happened?" she asked immediately, she was already in her nightwear, preparing to sleep "let's just go back, right now" he whispered "he- he fucking shushed me in front of people!" his tone became louder "and that twat! He- they don't need me Lil, they think of me as a joke!" he sat on the bed, his voice cracking at the last part.

Liliana stood right in front of him and leaned down "and what do you think of you? Are you a joke?" he looked at her surprised by the question "I-" he opened his mouth to speak, she felt his hesitation so she offered him the best comforting smile there is "no, I don't" he whispered "then I believe you, they don't know you enough to judge you anyways" she assured him, embracing him in a tight hug "I'll show them all" he whispered again "how about you think less of them and more of you? You don't owe them anything, you don't have to show them anything"

He wasn't convinced, she knew from the look on his face "have you eaten anything?" she asked, he shook his head a no, she pulled away and put on her robe "how about... you take off that shirt of yours and relax for a minute while I bring you something to eat? Perhaps throw in some fancy booze to celebrate our first night in Costa Del Sol?" he nodded at her suggestion almost immediately.

She giggled and placed a single kiss on his forehead then walked downstairs, she headed towards the kitchen, Mint Ma was there, enjoying a glass of whiskey and some smoke "is Kelly alright?" she nodded "why wouldn't he be?" Liliana asked, the woman didn't bother looking at the other who was preparing a tray for the two of them "you seem like a sweet lass, I admit that I was shocked when I learned of someone like yourself, settling for someone like my boy" she said, grabbing Liliana's attention "but be careful, my boy... he is a sweetheart but he is not always right in the head" she added, warningly.

"I know, I've seen it all, there's nothing I haven't seen before, nothing that I can't handle, however, thank you for telling me" she said as she held the tray, it had a bottle of champagne, two glasses and leftovers "I hope you are right, I'd hate for something bad to happen to you" Mint Ma added.

Liliana found her words unsettling, she's been with him for years, if he was to hurt her, it would've happened by now "good night Mint Ma" she said before heading upstairs.

Kelly noticed the look on her face, as if she just saw a ghost, he adjusted his sitting position to be more alerted "is everything alright dove?" she nodded "it is nothing" she immediately placed a smile on her face, closing the door behind as she approached him "did someone say something to you?" she nodded "it doesn't matter love, I promise" he wanted to protest but his priorities was her at the moment "I'll make it right, I'll show them-", "don't, show me instead, show me that we can have a fun night together"

[thenexusofsouls]

"Yeah, it would be wild... in all the wrong ways," Wade said. "Better that, though, I guess, than... than losin' your kid entirely..." And just like that, he had kindof a moment with himself. His head shook a little as he tried to get rid of the thought. What would his and Rose's kid been like? Would she even have let him be a part of its life? If Crenshaw had lived, would Rose have wanted to raise the kid with him instead? He'd never know... 'cause Crenshaw, Rose, and the baby were all dead because of his catastrophic failure as a leader and a friend. Wade cleared his throat awkwardly. "Anyway..." he whispered.

"I'm definitely not the ideal candidate for 'dad,' that's for sure. I guess it couldn't hurt to try at some point, but... not with my life the way it is now. I don't wanna be the reason my kid grows up angry at the world because he had a shitty childhood, you know? It's a big deal, bein' a parent. If I don't think I can do it right, then I'm not gonna do it," Wade said firmly. That it was important to him was plain to see.

Wade felt so badly for Rockland. Clearly, he was a great kid. Good head on his shoulders. Some issues, but all good kids had a sprinkling of those. To hear him say he kept messing up all the time made Wade sad, because that wasn't coming from him, it was coming from someone who kept telling him that. "Sounds like a problem with whoever's sayin' that, not you. So what if you keep messin' up? Mistakes are important in life, man. That's how people learn things. That's how we find out what not to do, and how not to conduct ourselves. Every kid makes mistakes and screws things up, they're still learnin' shit. If someone keeps harpin' on that like it's somehow unacceptable or somethin' out of the ordinary, sounds like their hang up, not yours."

He knew well, though, how powerless kids were sometimes to help themselves. They only had so much agency and then it was up to the parents, the guardians, the relatives, etc. to be the teachers and protectors. If those people dropped the ball or were abusive, kids couldn't do much about that most often. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'd say you could come stay with me, but I think that's call child abduction in most states," he said by way of a little levity, since the boy looked so downtrodden. "But hey... I'm probably gonna stick around in this city for a while. If you ever need help, you need a place to stay overnight, you need a little cash to get by... you can always ask me, okay? It won't fix everything, I know, but maybe it'll take the edge off to know you've got a safety net, right?"

Wade let Rockland look at the photo as long as he wanted before putting it back into his wallet. "Yeah, they were. They were really good people who didn't deserve to die like that," Wade said stoically. "That photo was as painful as it was somethings he could never part with.

He tried his best to answer the boy's question without getting too dark again. "Yeah, I had the most experience out of all of 'em. We uh... Sometimes when you go after bail jumpers, things get ugly. They run, they fight back, sometimes there's guns or knives or explosives involved, so we had our own weapons and tactical gear and all that. We functioned like a military unit, and I was like their officer. Ronnie and me, we were actually retired military, so we had more formal training, and we helped make sure everybody else knew how to use all the weapons and equipment, everybody understood the laws and what we were allowed to do, all that stuff. I researched the jobs, I made the plans, and out in the field, I gave the orders, and everybody had their part. Sometimes time and safety were an issue, so we had to be a well-oiled machine, you know? And we were, I thought. 'Til I went and fucked it all up. They did what I said, no questions asked. I demanded it of 'em. I ran a tight ship. And I got 'em all killed."

"Opera? Get the hell outta here, what're you talkin' about, opera..." Wade said, laughing more. "Do I look like I'd belt out an aria to you? Nah, man, I'm all about rock. Classic rock, that's where it's at. What about you, what kinda music're you into?"

When Rockland whipped out his own family photograph, Wade nodded. "Nice. Is that you in there?" he asked, pointing to the woman's belly. "That's nice that you carry that with you like that. It's important to remember loved ones. It keeps us grounded, right? It's not good to go around with your head stuck in the clouds." He'd meant that as a real sentiment, but then, feeling things were getting a bit heavy, he tried to lighten the mood once more. "Foggy clouds in your face... gettin' rained on... every now and then a migratin' goose flies at your head, you get hit upside the head with goose ass, it's just not good to keep your head up there."

Well that caught their attention alright. A middle finger had shot into the air, directed at a group of teens across the street who were hovering by a Duncan Donuts long closed for the night. The boy beneath the hoodie, propelling said finger, sneered. Just like that, the group of five moved towards him, the tallest, Shacks, sauntering forward with an irritating air of confidence. And to think, there'd been a time when Rockland had thought he was cool.

"You can't seriously blame us, Rocky." He looked to the others with cruel amusement, "It was a prank, get a sense of hum-" Too busy searching for the favour of his crew, he'd missed the draw of the younger teen's fist before it met his cheek.

"Prank my ass, I could've been arres-oof." Rockland was tackled by Archie, the smallest of the bunch, who was about a head shorter than he was, but kinda stalky for his age, and with the element of surprise on his side. Cane clattering out of hand, and across the sidewalk, the lanky teen scraped across the pavement, electric pain radiating up from his tailbone. He caught the breath that had been knocked out of him just in time to catch the thump of a fist to the nose in return. - For Wade

Wade didn't know what to make of this city yet. He'd only been here a couple days and was still trying to get his bearings. It wasn't a bad city, he thought, just cold. Just... really cold when you're alone, like all cities are. Nevertheless, Wade did some hunting and stocked up on other supplies, always wanting to stay on the move. That's how he got jobs, and that's how he kept sane.

Tonight had been quiet enough so far... that is until he heard sounds of a fight. But a fight... between kids? Was he hearing this right? Wade made his way toward the sounds, and sure enough, some kids whose parents were absent and whose bedtimes must be fast-approaching were going at it. Or rather, several kids were beating up on one unfortunate one.

"Hey! Come on, cut it out, what the hell're you guys doin'?!" Wade yelled, hoping to scatter the bullies. "You know better than this, get off him! Don't make me call the cops!" he said, watching as they all scattered... save for one. Wade knelt down beside the boy lying on the ground. "Hey, buddy, you okay?" he asked gently.

[ophelia-jones]

Dean stopped, made a doubtful face at Rowena, and glanced back at Sofie. She had her head back against the wall and her eyes closed. They'd known each other for years, and to be honest, if she was going to fall for anyone, his money would have been on Sam. He didn't seem to piss her off nearly as much as Dean did.

How many times had Dean propositioned her now? He knew he had gone for it nearly every time they met up for the first five years or so after they met. She was hot, and a hunter which pretty much automatically made her awesome. She liked good music and appreciated Baby as she should be appreciated. But she'd always turned him down flat, and usually with a brutal burn.

He'd hit on her plenty after that, too, but it had become more of a game because they liked irritating one another, rather than him hoping she might take him up on it. The back and forth was something he looked forward to when he expected to see her.

"Come on out with me, Sof. Let's figure this out in private," he said, and when she opened her eyes, he pointed to the door. For a minute he expected her to say no again, but she rose and followed him out to sit in Baby. The parking lot was not well-lit, but the dim lighting was comforting, and the ridiculous hair metal ballads on the radio didn't hurt.

"A lot of shit raining down on you real fast in there, huh?" he said sympathetically.

"My whole fucking life is a lie, Dean. If I can believe a witch, and fuck, I do. Maybe it's a spell because I'm not protected." she sounded weary.

"I believe her, too, Sofie. It makes sense in its seriously screwed-up way. But you are still Soffie Timmins, kick-ass. You're still the same person you were this morning," Dean said. "Nothing can change that if you don't let it."

"You believe her because she's "your witch"," Sofie said, making air quotes around your witch.

"Well, then, let's switch back, and see if you still feel that way when you are back in your own body."

"We don't even know if it will work!" Sofie declared.

"What do we have to lose?" Dean argued. Something in her snapped under the pressure. How could it get worse? She thought, leaning across the bench seat and pressing Dean's mouth to her own slightly parted lips. He drew a quick breath of surprise before leaning in and deepening the kiss. He slid his tongue over her lower lip, and she sighed at the way her whole body flushed and flooded with a stirring desire.

The world spun madly around them, and Sofie felt like she'd been drinking for hours, off-center and unable to put her thoughts together. All she could do was feel.

The kiss seemed to go on for far too long and yet, when they parted it was too soon. She opened her eyes and realized she was in the driver's seat. She lifted her hands and they were her hands, she looked to the passenger seat and saw Dean - oh, Dean. Damn, she'd fought that for so long. Wanting something as much as she wanted Dean Winchester could only end badly.

Dean laughed out loud, a full hearty "Ha!" followed by a "woo!" as he clapped his hands together and flashed THAT smile. That goddamn smile, the one that emphasized those lips and went all the way to his sea-green eyes and lit them up like a lantern.

She felt the tears welling up and bit her lip, hoping to slow them at least by taking a slow deep breath. She'd known for years that touching Dean would be detrimental to her. She didn't want to be one of Dean's girls. Some of Dean would never satisfy her, and he wasn't the sort of man to commit. Even if he was, hunters didn't get to have that kind of love.

She was looking out the driver's side window, holding on to her composure as best she could. She couldn't stand to let him see her sniveling.

"Sofie?" He said tentatively. When she didn't respond her reached out with one hand and touched her cheek, tracing her jawline with his knuckle. She shrugged him off and turned to him, smiling as sincerely as she could muster.

"Well, looks like she was right. About everything," Sofie told Dean sheepishly.

Sofie didn't know what Rowena had whispered to Dean or the impact those words would have. 'She was right about everything.' So she certainly didn't see it coming when Dean slid a hand around the back of her head and pulled her toward him as he leaned in and kissed her with the sort of intensity that could burn the world to ashes.

Oh, dear God. Sofie's thighs began to tremble, her chest heaved as her lungs drew breath as quickly as they could to keep up with her racing heart. His other hand found her face, holding her head in place, his thumb stroking her cheek. His tongue teased at hers, begging her to join its rhythm, and those lips were as soft as they looked.

She whimpered against his kiss, one last useless attempt to resist the inevitable, and then she relaxed into the kiss and reciprocated the slow, smoldering way he led this dance. There was no hurry about it, it was a deep, sensual discovery of one another. He was taking his time.

When he finally broke the kiss, because they had to breathe eventually after all, he rested his forehead against hers, his eyelashes bumping into hers when they opened their eyes. She was still shaking.

"That was long overdue," he said softly.

"Dean…" Sofie said, her tone alerting him that she was going to say it was a bad thing that he'd kissed her that way - and he absolutely refused to believe that.

"Nope. Uh-uh. Don't you dare try to convince either of us there was anything wrong with that. Because Sofie, that felt so damned right, I can't wait to do it again," he told her, his hand still on the back of her head, his voice husky and deep.

Skid Row was on the radio, 'I remember you'. *Time after time, you were there for me…* Sebastian Bach sang, *I'd give my life for just one kiss*

Sofie was lost. She finally let go of all the fear and doubt that had held her in their grip for as long as she could remember and kissed him again. He had the most amazing mouth she'd ever even imagined, and when he grabbed her hips and pulled her across the bench seat to straddle his lap she was hopelessly lost to him.

His hands slid up along her back, then around to cup and squeeze her breasts, moaning against her mouth.

Sofie let her head fall back as Dean brought his lips to her neck and kissed and sucked at it from her shoulder to her earlobe. Nothing in the world had ever felt this good.

"Sofie?" he breathed her name against her ear.

"Huh?" she managed to utter breathlessly.

"Wanna get in the back?"

She'd never wanted anything more. Dean opened the door and she slid out, opened the back door and slipped back in with her heart in her throat. Dean leaned in, his shoulders seemed to take up the width of the back seat. He grabbed her by the hips again and slid her down to lay on her back so he could cover her with the massive length of himself. He was shrugging off the flannel shirt she had put on him that morning as he did. His eyes were locked with hers, not letting her think for one second this was about anything other than her and how he felt about her.

Sofie slid her hands up under his t-shirt to feel his chest with her own hands, the firmness of his pecs, the breadth of his shoulders, the smoothness of his skin. The heat, oh the heat!

Dean licked his lower lip and tilted his head at her with a smile that had a bit of a warning in it - be careful how you touch, if you don't want to rush this.

She tugged at the hem of his shirt and he obliged, pulling it off in one smooth motion before leaning down to kiss her again. His hand slid up from her hips along her sides as he pulled her tank top up and she sat upright so he could take it off. He hadn't put a bra on earlier so now when he tossed her shirt in the front and leaned back down they were skin to skin, his chest hard and got against the softness of her breasts. He took her breath away with more of those smoldering kisses as 'Love Bites' by Def leppard came on the radio, fitting the moment as if it were composed just for them, just for now. They moved together with the rhythm, hands exploring every curve and plane of the others body as if they hadn't already done that over the last few days. It was infinitely better together.

When he nudged her legs open with his knee and settled between them, she felt his hard cock pressing into her, the shorts she wore and the denim jeans that was keeping it contained somehow we're now the enemy. Her pussy throbbed hot and wet and desperate for his touch, and they began to fumble quickly at their pants, each of the desperate to be naked.

Clothes tossed over the front seat or onto the floor and forgotten, Deans hand found her and spread her open, two fingers sliding in like silk against silk. She moaned out loud and lifted her hips against his touch. Dean watched his hand as he caressed her, in and out until her head was thrashing from side to side and the noises coming from her throat desperate and primal. He smiled at her as he began to flick at her clit with his thumb and he felt her coming, clenching his fingers in wave after wave of spasming climax.

"Baby - Sofie, you have an incredible body…" he murmured as he wrapped her legs around his hips and pressed in slowly. She grasped his shoulders desperately, her nails digging into the skin and her teeth finding his shoulder as he filled her to her limits.

"Can you handle it all?" he panted, the need building in his voice making her feel more wanted by the second.

"Dean, I need it all, don't stop. Please don't stop!" she begged him and he thrust his hips a bit more until he was buried in her. They stilled for a moment and her body relaxed around him. They fit like a lock and key.

She began to rock her hips first, but Dean was eager to move with her, contrasting her movements as they pulled apart almost completely and then slammed their bodies together again over and over, almost violently.

Sofie called his name, her hands in his hair and he felt her release around his cock, letting out a broken cry of pleasure followed by a low growl as he thrust his hips rapidly against her climax and then a whimper as he came hard and got inside of her. He gasped for breath, holding her, staying joined as long as he could with her. When he finally separated their bodies, she lay on her side facing him and he rested half on and half off the seat, facing her. His eyes still shone, and he smile tenderly at her.

"I'm not going to let you down, Sofie. I won't. I promise," he whispered to her before kissing her gently once more.

*****************************

"Should we check on them?" Sam asked Rowena. He'd been pacing since they left the room, his anxiety high, his brain in high gear with a million 'what-ifs.'

"No, Sam, we most certainly should not," she laughed.

[jojothaho]

Sister Sister. Hanma + Kawata Twins

Word count: 813

Request: Hanma dating/hooking up with the Kawata twins older sister.

Warnings: Mild cursing

♡ Your brothers have never been fond of Hanma; The less they interacted with him, the better. If it were up to them, they wouldn't even attend the same school as him. He was such a snarky bastard, popping in and out of their homeroom, just to screw with them.

♡ So you bet they were anything but pleased when they saw him hanging around you, their precious older sister. When Souya first saw the two of you together, you were on the field. Hanma had his arm draped over your shoulder, and it took everything in Souya, and Nahoya holding him back, to not go over there and whoop his ass.

♡ The twins would confront you about it later, at home, where they wouldn't have to worry about seeing that snake's face. Or so they thought.

"Out of all the guys you could've chosen, why him?"

"You say that as if there's something wrong with him?"

"There IS something wrong with him."

"Look, the little brother smothering isn't something I want to hear right now."

"Tch."

♡ Nahoya knew you weren't having it, so he resigned, only warning you.

"Have your fun, but if he ever crosses the threshold of this house, I'll kill him <3."

♡ You never were the type to listen to your brothers.

♡ The second the twins saw Hanma rummaging through their fridge, half-naked at 4 am, they jumped him, with a bat. Where did they even get that wth???

"What the fuck are you doing in our house?"

Hanma laughed. "I think you already know why."

♡ Nahoya was not in any mood for Hanma's bullshit.

"I'm gonna ask one more time, what the fuck are you doing in our house?"

"Well, since you want me to tell you sooo badly, I just boned your sister."

♡ Hanma seriously underestimated how crazy your brothers were.

♡ Souya's fist collided with the side of Hanma's face, sending him to the ground, while Nahoya manifested a bat into his palm. Seriously, where did he get that from???

"Do you wanna die fast or slow <3?"

♡ Nahoya asked, his grin never leaving his face.

♡ Hanma recovered quickly though, "god, you're fucking crazy."

♡ If you had come out any later, Hanma's brain matter would've painted the walls of your kitchen.

"What the hell is going on?!"

♡ During the ruckus, the boys didn't hear you come out of your room.

"Nothing Y/n chan <3."

♡ Nahoya replied, not even trying to hide the mystery bat, which was dangerously close to Hanma's head. You huffed and snatched the bat from your brother's hand. How does he even have this????

"I don't know what the two of you were planning to do with this, but I'm pretty sure it was illegal."

♡ Hanma took that as his cue to rise from the ground, smirking the whole way.

"Thanks for the save babe."

"Who the fuck are you calling babe?"

♡ Sigh. You should've known this was going to happen, smh.

You pinched the bridge of your nose,

"Hanma, go to my room and stay there."

♡ After His departure from the potential crime scene, the worst of you came out.

"WHAT THE FUCK YOU TWO??"

"Didn't I tell you not to bring him here?"

♡ Souya didn't say anything, but you could tell he agreed implicitly.

"And where did I ever say that I would listen to you?"

"He probably doesn't even like you! He's just using you to get to us!"

♡ A loud slap echoed through the small kitchen of your home.

"You aren't special Nahoya, do you honestly think he would do all of this, just to get at you?"

♡ Nahoya was silent, clearly surprised you hit him, after all, you never had before. You sighed before speaking again in a less harsh tone.

"Listen, I understand you don't want to see me hurt, but I'm not a little girl. I'm smart enough to tell when I'm being used, and I don't need you two sheltering me."

"I don't care if you don't like Hanma, but I do, and you two need to respect that."

♡ After you finished your big sis rant, the three of you sat in silence, the tension higher than the arch in Kisaki's eyebrows. After few minutes, Nahoya left, Souya trailing behind him, totally shoulder checking you on his way out.

"Petty."

♡ About a week later, on one of their snack runs, the twins saw Hanma with a girl. And she was clearly trying to get touchy with him. Of course, they stalked him, they needed proof to snitch on him later. But to their surprise, Hanma was completely unresponsive to her tactics, and he even shoved her away at one point.

"Maybe he's not that bad?"

"..."

"Nevermind I still hate him."

♡ So, the twins learned how to deal with Hanma, and his late-night fridge-scavenging. But that doesn't mean they liked it.

"Get your ass out of my fridge you rat!"

[heartfulselkie]

Did you already watch the season finale or are you waiting for the eng dub? Tell us what you think about it :)

Yes! I watched the Gloob one as it aired and have watched the English dub now as well.

I'm still processing it, but first impression is that I enjoyed it! It really upped the tension and conflict that Risk established and gave some really good uninhibited character interractions.

I'm also glad that they resolved a lot of what needed to be resolved and left certain things open that could linger some more.

And the Ladynoir! The Ladrien! Some hella good food this episode! I love that Ladynoir finally got to have an openly verbal spat with each other and put out in the open their worries and fears.

I was a little disappointed at the end of Kuro Neko and didn't like the idea of that being the conflict all wrapped but, so I'm glad that it all came back in the finale. Because things weren't okay. They'd just been put aside until Risk forced them to say it aloud. And yeah they had a fight, but they still protected each other and had each other's back. Ladybug was angry over Chat not understanding her reasoning (in her mind it was sound, but she clearly still withheld stuff from him so it objectively wasn't) and then later on grew panicked that she had lost everything. Why would Chat come back to her when she had pushed him away and tried to control everything? When (in her mind) she had screwed up so badly this time? And she admits that!

She admits that her methods weren't ideal, even if the intention was good! Even though it took such a devastating blow, she realised that not relying on Chat has only caused problems and not actually helped anything, its only helped on hypothetical situations. She realises she got too involved in her own sense of control and trying to managed every what if scenario that she lost sight of the one who has been her most dependable and faithful partner. (I'm not complaining about Rena/Alya here. She has her role as Marinette's bff, but she cannot replace Chat/Adrien - the one who's been there from the beginning and got Ladybug to her feet every time.) I'm so proud she was able to recognise it, even if it came at such a low moment.

And then Adrien is clearly hurt by the involvement of Flairmidable (still trying to get my head around that. I keep going - furmidable? Furminator? Felix the furminator?) He knew a few of the other holders, but this is another one that is secret to him - and one Ladybug seemed very fond of at first. But while Adrien can be jealous and a little petty - he is not vindictive. So when Ladybug is breaking down in front of him as she becomes overwhelmed at her mistake and Felix's betrayal, he comforts hers, protects her and guides her as her partner always has.

And when she sits alone on the roof as Hawkmoth flaunts his victory, Chat takes his place at her side. Her ever loyal partner. They've both made mistakes, they've both fought with each other, but they still love each other so much and will always come back to each other and offer support no matter what they're facing. And Ladybug now fully realised this. The coup de foudre isn't her suddenly falling in love with Chat like she had Adrien, it's the culmination of all that she knows about her partner and just how much he means to her becoming too much to ignore. Adrien rejected her expectation of being a mean person like Chloe by showing his kindness and vulnerability. But now Chat has rejected her assumption that he would give up on her by remaining faithfully loyal to her.

She's fallen so low but he helps her stand again and see her surroundings, that she's not alone. Also the wall is fucking gone! It's a beautiful scene and I am still sobbing over it.

This season has left me feral. I can no longer be reintroduced to society for I am a love square mess and will bite/scream/cry/laugh every time I think of them now.

[riridontneedya]

IMPERIUM✨

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Any house Reader, Harry Potter x

Wordcount: 4,210

Warnings: SMUT, ANGST dom ,sub, daddy ,oral, teasing ,praise, spitting , chocking etc run of the mill smut.

A/N : Well the time has come I've finally given in.. I say finally didn't take much conviction lol. Anyway in this universe Dumbledore is still very much alive and no-one tried to kill one another so all is well. As always enjoy and let me know what you think xx

Summary: Draco and y/n battle it out for the new position as headmaster but what happens when they are made to work alongside one another

“Ladies and gentlemen, if I may have your attention please” spoke Dumbledore. He arose from his chair gently tapping his knife against his chalice in order to garner the crowds attention . Shortly everyones eyes were fixated on him. He cleared his throat and began. “I would like to thank each and everyone one of you for coming out tonight … as we all know its been a tough decision for me to step down, however! .I have no fear as I know the school will be in the safest of hands. I hand picked these two myself and in-fact trust them with my life. I know they have been working tirelessly day in and out to ensure not only my trust .. but all members of committee and most importantly our students. So with that being said when it is revealed in tomorrows assembly who the new headmaster and deputy are I want you both to know ,no matter the outcome I am so proud of you both, so let us raise a toast to our candidates . Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N and Draco Lucius Malfoy”. With that Dumbledore rose his chalice high in the air smiling warmly at the pair. Everybody followed suit and raised their glasses high in celebration.

Draco and Y/N graciously thanked everyone as they showered them with words of praise and encouragement . Just then Y/n went to speak however her words were abruptly cut short by Astoria. As if an eager child unable to contain her excitement she blurted out. “ Draco and I are so grateful for all the support, so as a thank you after this we will be having refreshments and canapés at the Malfoy manor to celebrate his new position as headmaster .. all are welcome to join”. ‘Headmaster .. oh my how incredibly presumptuous” Y/N chuckled into her drink. “Excuse me” squeaked Astoria, she spun around rapidly locking eyes with Y/n. Y/n folded her arms across her chest and began “I do believe you heard me Astoria .. you said headmaster and thats yet to be revealed so for you to address Draco as said headmaster is well.. presumptuous”. Astorias tongue prodded the inside of her cheek, you could tell by the hue of red in her face she was infuriated but trying to find the words without imploding.

“Well , I just know he will ok so yeah just know that”, spat Astoria in a feeble attempt to shake off Y/ns rightful observation’. ‘Oh I see” snapped y/n “why didn't you say it was you sooner, Sybil , Sybil Trelawney teacher of divination . What are you doing here under the guise of Polyjuice potion? I mean you could’ve just come with your crystal ball and tea leaves and said he was the winner that way instead of this elaborate scheme don’t you think?” The laughter of fellow by standers suddenly erupted around the women. Astoria who now sup parsed hues of red was the shade of a beetroot , completely enraged prepared to snap she was interrupted by Dumbledore. “ NOW now girls quell your fiery natures, this is to be a peaceful night of celebrations”. The woman smiled coyly at Dumbledore. ‘My apologies Dumbledore” y/n chimed up. “We speak no more of it ok” Dumbledore smiled and gently patted the crown of y/ns head and proceeded to make his way back to his chair. Y/N turned and smiled gloatingly at Astoria. In response Astoria screwed her face up mockingly and fled no doubt to chastise Draco for not swooping in and defending her.

“Pwoarh Nice one mate” chuckled Fred as he held out his fist waiting for Y/n to bump it. Hahah stop it you she giggled. ‘Here , should we go to the manor after this for a laugh” sniggered George appearing alongside them. “Ha, I'm sure she’s revoked my invitation effective immediately” said Y/n, as she peered over to Astoria , she could see her flailing her arms around whilst Draco made no attempt to conceal his look of boredom in the conversation. “You know what lets .. Ive been dying to get a peek of the manor anyway what harm can it do”. ‘Cracking’ the twins harmonised in unison. The trio linked arms and jollied along.

Once arrived at the manor they soon found it to be every bit luxurious as they envisioned. The floors were marble and reflected the light of the enormous crystal chandeliers suspended from the ceiling. Each stair of the grand staircase was illuminated by candle light creating an auburn strip propelling up the length of the stairs. Every inch of the manor oozed with decadence. “Wow , its rather impressive” mused y/n . “You can say that again” chimed Fred as he helped himself to a glass of champagne , handing one over to y/n. They began to mingle and drink with the rest of the party guests it was an overall pleasant evening that was until Astoria appeared before Y/n. “Glad to see you could make it y/n” said Astoria with a constipated smile. She had made little to no effort to conceal her sarcastic tone.

Y/n had no interest in rehashing todays mini confrontation. Instead she pulled a sickly sweet smile and said “ Wouldn’t miss it for the world, thank you for your generous hospitality Ms Green grass.” Astorias face dropped “green green .. she muttered, haha don’t be silly you must get use to calling me Mrs Malfoy”. Now despite y/ns fondness to antagonise Astoria at any given opportunity she couldn’t help but see she was visibly hurt. She immediately began to fumble her words in a bid to preserve her feelings “honestly , Astoria I'm sorry I didn't know the extent of your relationship .. I apologise”. Astoria still hadn’t reacted she stood stationary bottom lip protruding sad and helpless like a lost puppy. Y/n gently squeezed Astorias forearm and began to say “ look you mustn't pay it any mind, Draco wouldn’t dare indulge in any small talk with me about family life .. so don’t stress it congratulations by the way”. Astoria looked up at her with eyes softened . Relief washed over Y/n as she could tell she was receptive to her. Y/n couldn’t help but wonder to herself why he hadn’t mentioned news as big as that , they had worked so closely over these months . To be fair on a good day if you hadn’t known Draco you wouldn’t even know he had a girlfriend let alone fiancé .. or wife ?

Astoria went to talk but just then none other than Draco emerged behind her . His hand came down onto her shoulder. sharply. “ thats enough now sweetheart , I think Daphne was looking for you actually”. There was a weird exchange of eye contact Astoria weakly smiled and left. It was now just y/n and Draco stood before one another. Draco broke the silence by clearing his throat “ Y/L/N, may I interest you in a nightcap in my office ,there are things Id appreciate to discuss before we venture into our new working relationship”. Although slightly bewildered she agreed as after all they were to work alongside one another and she’d rather it be somewhat harmonious than turbulent.

Y/n followed Draco across the length of the great hall and into a pair of grand double doors. The room was vast , books littered the walls as far as the eye could see and in the corner a fireplace roared. Draco stood behind his desk and motioned for y/n to take a seat opposite him. She smoothed the back of her dress and proceeded to make herself comfortable. Draco started pouring whiskey from the crystal decanter into a couple of whiskey tumblers. The burn of the fire whisky ignited as it glided down her throat. The combination of whiskey and champagne left Y/N beginning to feel somewhat merry, she hadn’t really noticed during the quiet sobering conversation with Astoria. ‘So what is it you have in mind Draco?”. His stormy grey eyes peered over at her from behind his glass. ‘Very well” he remarked and manoeuvred himself to Y/NS side of the desk .He perched himself on the edge legs akimbo and both his large veiny hands clasped around his whiskey glass. Y/n inhaled sharply as she averted her gaze from his legs splayed before her. Continuing he said “ As you're aware I have my plans about how Hogwarts should be run , I have a detailed strategy and I plan to implement it as soon as possible .. so what I'm really asking is are you with me or against me because I have no intention of being held back”.

Y/n blinked rapidly .. she was unable to process what he was saying , how could he be so smug thinking he had headmaster place secured already. “ Fuck sake Draco, ok first that wasn’t really posed as an option now was it ?, also enough with belief that its your divine right to just be appointed as headmaster! What makes you think that if you somehow are the headmaster I will just bend at your will? Pathetic!” She scoffed into her drink. Draco began to stifle a laugh “ Ah you do amuse me y/n”, look I'm willing to let you have some creative control … only if you prove to me how badly you so desire it”. His suggestive smile sent shivers up y/n. “Fuck you Malfoy” she hissed and jolted from her seat, once she reached the door she rattled the doorknob but to no avail the door wouldn’t budge. “Open it now” she demanded . Draco slowly sauntered towards her and leant across the door “hmm I thought you liked a challenge .. guess I was wrong this will be no fun after all ” Draco was indeed correct Y/n did enjoy a challenge and he’d be gravely mistaken if he thought she would let him get away without putting up a fight”.

Something switched in Y/n she turned to face Draco who was only inches away. He towered over her with his svelte frame encased in an all black suit. ‘Is this what you want Draco hmm” she said in a sultry tone whilst hooking her finger into his belt loop pulling him closer. You want me to beg ..or would you rather me on my knees .. better yet I could be a good girl and just bend over that desk right now and let you have your way if thats what you want” . Draco's breathing was now laboured within seconds he had pulled y/n in by the waist flipped her round having her pressed against the door, his body weight up against her and his hand holding her arms in place on the door. Y/n could feel the stiffness of his impressive length against her derrière. With a shallow gasp he breathed dangerously close to her ear “ be careful what you wish for ms Y/L/N , I don’t take too kindly to false promises as I always get what I want” . With that he tossed her around to face him .Y/n was now panting her body was burning in desire she wanted nothing more than to drop to her knees there and then. No wonder Astoria was attached to his hip.. if this was anything to go off.

Y/n bit her lip she felt dizzy with emotions . Draco stood before her with a devious smile , his hands soon intertwining at her waist and face buried in her décolleté littering it with kisses making his way down to her ample bosom. Y/n couldn’t help but throw her head back in delight eliciting a small moan. That only became fuel for Draco as he hoisted her leg from the floor and wrapped it around him. It was then Y/n felt a vibration from the opposite side of the door., as if someone had knocked from the outside . It was then followed by a mousy ‘ Dray , are you in there’. Draco paused for a moment grip still tight on y/n. “What is it I'm having a business meeting , i'll be out shortly don’t hover ”. It was clear who it was… the pair unraveled themselves from one another quickly smoothing out clothing and rejigging themselves. ‘Ok let us” let me stop you Draco, Y/n interrupted pressing her finger against his lips to audibly shush him. “ As if you think id let this happen you think you get to fuck me then you do as you please and I a dutiful little lap dog . Pfffft what a joke like it or not I'm going to be your boss so the only way I'm fucking you is in the more figurative sense , now you better hurry up don’t want to keep your fiancé waiting or Is it wife hmmm”. With a quick flick from her wand she sent the door swinging open and promptly stormed out.

The day had finally arrived the great hall of Hogwarts was alive with the buzz of chatter. The sizeable table at the forefront of the hall hosted all the teachers and most importantly both Draco and y/n. Dumbledore made his way to the podium, he produced his wand and placed it at the base of his neck it acted as a megaphone propelling his voice across the hall. “Everybody if I may have your attention please.” The chatter soon died down and everyone eagerly cast their eyes on him. “ Right, I shan’t keep you in suspense anymore , it is time to announce your new headmaster & deputy ’. Both Draco and y/n fidgeted in their seats after all these months of rivalry it had boiled down to this. “ Ladies and gentlemen, introducing Ms y/n y/l/n your new headmaster !” Boomed Dumbledore. .Y/N shrieked she was giddy with excitement she couldn’t believe she had actually done it. Everyone around her broke out into wild applause there were whistles and jeers laughter overall excitement. She was being ushered by the surrounding teachers to get up to the podium to make a speech. As she was making her way she cast eyes on Draco, there he stood paler than usual and unresponsive he was there physically but not mentally his carcass stood stationary unable to ingest the news he had just been fed.

The days rolled into weeks weeks rolled into months and y/n had almost completed a whole term at Hogwarts. All was going swimmingly and albeit begrudgingly Draco was in-fact a great support on her journey. It was the last night of term and y/n sat a her desk pondering over a mountain of papers. Y/n sighed and cradled her head in her hands , she was exhausted she spent all her time dedicated to the role that she forgot to take time out for herself. There was a knock at the door “Come in” she yelled out. Draco's head emerged around the door. ‘

Oh hey you , come in come in” ushering him to the desk. ‘Oh dear , sucks to be you , regretting the position of power now?” Draco chuckled menacingly. “Ha ha very funny” she uttered dryly. “Anyway , some of the other teachers are going out for drinks but I can see you are busy” said Draco eyeballing the mountains of paper. “Yeah.. I afraid I am , but you enjoy yourself Draco have a drink for me and i'll see you next term” she smiled warmly at him. Draco locked eyes on her , hands stuffed in his pocket he began to fidget. “In all honesty I'm not the fondest of all the people going .. also Id much rather not be at home ..before you laugh or probe why just don’t because I won’t go into it but I can’t bare to spend another moment longer with …her .. so umm yeah , I can help you out here then say you make it up to me buying me a drink later?”

Y/n smirked “You’re quite then enigma aren’t you Draco ..? He raised his eyebrows at her in acknowledgement. “Fine , id appreciate that very much but I am rather tired so if it's not beneath you I can offer you a drink at mine ..”. His eyes flickered up to meet hers , stifling a smile . “Id like that ..”he said softly , ‘well then , let's get to work” y/n smiled. Draco and y/n worked through the night it was filled with chatter and laughter they felt at ease with one another. Once they finished up the momentum continued on at y/ns house. Copious amounts of fire whiskey later they found themselves delving into deeper topics having more in-depth conversations and discovering more about one another. Draco's whole demeanour was very relaxed and this was foreign to y/n. His shirt sleeves were rolled up and tie loosened. ‘You know .. you're an alright person not that much of a pain in my arse surprisingly” Draco chuckled swigging another mouthful of whiskey. “Well thats rich” laughed y/n.

“Right well I've really enjoyed this but its getting late , I can barley keep my eyes open … earlier you mentioned you didn't want to go back so .. you're more than welcome to stay …. Only if you want”. Rattled by the kind gesture he smiled affectionately. Stumbling over his words “umm yeah , thank you y/n you’ve exceeded your generosity let me at least grab us coffee for the morning then. “Sounds like a plan , hopefully you won’t find me a pain in the arse again come morning ”. With a cackle Y/n got up from the couch and showed Draco to the spare room. Once at the door she began to wish him a goodnight. As he went to hug y/n his lips grazed her cheek. Y/n suddenly recoiled , a silence loomed over them as they gazed at one another the emotions of that night in Draco's office flooding back. Y/n could feel the heat surging in her cheeks so she hastily wished him a good night and scurried to her room. Once in the shelter of her room she let out a sigh of relief. She knew it was the right thing to do but my how she craved him.

Draco burst through the door making a beeline for Y/N. He took her into his arms and kissed her with an insatiable hunger. Backing her into the wall he began to rid her of her clothing . Y/n hands clambered at his chest to do same however he abruptly stopped her “ Oh no you don’t , you think I forgot about that little stint in my office huh ? Well I didn't and I've been awaiting the day I get to fuck you senseless Ms y/n … you control me all day and now its y turn to control you .. you will do everything I say do you understand” . Enthralled by his dominance Y/n nodded enthusiastically. “Sorry I didn't hear you “ roared Draco grabbing her face towards his. “Yes who”. “Yes Draco” she moaned . “You can do better than that dear yes who, i'll only ask you one more time or i'll have bent over my knee.. so what will it be?” . “Yes … daddy “ she muttered bashfully. “Thats my girl” he bellowed. He grabbed her and thrust her onto the bed , he unfastened his tie and instructed her to lift her hands above her head. Y/n did as commanded. He bound her wrists up and hooped them over the bed post. “Now, I'm going to have my way with you and you don’t get to touch me understood!” ‘Yes daddy y/n whimpered” “ahh what a good girl you are, ugh the things I'm going to do to you”. Y/ns eyes winded in desire, Draco shimmied y/ns shirt up and instructed her to bite down using it as a makeshift gag. He suddenly began to kiss her lower abdomen slowly sliding off her trousers.

Y/n titled her hips aiding him in taking them off. Draco's eyes lit up upon the discovery of her not wearing any undergarments “oh so you were anticipating me you filthy slut” Draco chuckled darkly’. He teased and taunted kissing her inner thighs only grazing her sex, this drove y/n crazy her body craved him inside her. Draco finally delicately licked a strip against her folds causing her body to crumble at the slightest of his touch. His warm moist tongue began frantically massaging her causing her to rive in ecstasy . His tongue began to vibrate excitedly against her clitoris sending shock waves through her entire body , she bucked her hips in excitement unable to keep her composure as Draco's tongue fixated on lapping up the one spot that drove her insane. Y/n was close he was relentless with his tongue against her swollen bud , just as she was about to finish Draco withdrew. Y/ns face fell in disgust just as she was about complain he plunged his fingers deep inside her ..pumping rhythmically y/ns juices coated his fingers . His other hand sloped around her neck , eventually this caused her to release all over his hand. Draco's pupils now engulfed his eyes …he was enthralled in pleasure watching her crumble for him . “ Aren’t you a good girl , snarled Draco “squirting for daddy , whilst I love it I don’t recall giving you permission to” .y/n squirmed overcome with pleasure unable to respond.

He unhooked her and brought her to her knees. He ripped her shirt from her mouth and produced his veiny throbbing cock dripping with pre cum. Y/n gasped in astonishment and eagerly attempted to take him all in her mouth bobbing her head enthusiastically until her jaw ached and eyes began to stream. He hurled his head back in pleasure as her tongue gently caressed his pulsating tip. “Ugh yeah just like that baby “ he muttered .

Without warning y/n sucked on the tip with vigour. Draco let out a ferocious moan whilst grabbing y/ns hair fashioning it into a ponytail attempting to make her glide her tongue down the rest of his shaft. He couldn’t have her do that for too long as he surely would finish in her mouth. “You filthy filthy girl “ he beamed as he pulled her off his cock . Rocking her head back spiting in her mouth. He brought yn to her feet and began kissing her deeply interlocking his tongue with hers , she yearned so badly to touch him to feel her skin against his. “ Get over here , I want you leant over this bed frame whilst I fuck you .. I'm going to cum on that pretty pussy then I'm going to put it back in understand!” Firmly instructed Draco . “Yes daddy” that’s my girl he cooed. Draco teasingly stroked his member against her entrance this sent shock waves through y/n causing her to gyrate in hopes he would slip in. Draco caught onto this and his hand came down harshly on her derrière .y/n let out a gasp. “Don’t be greedy now” he laughed tightening his makeshift restraints on her wrists. Relentless with his teasing it was a shock to y/n when Draco abruptly pushed into her. Y/n was in euphoria as was Draco as the warmth of her walls swaddled his manhood.

Draco slammed into y/n her body rattling with pleasure, just then Draco felt himself out to release .. so true to his word he instructed y/n to lay on her back so he could empty his contents onto her. He threw his head back in jubilation upon release. As he went to enter her again this time her was slower much more gentle taking y/n into his arms. “How do you want me to finish you off baby?,like this or I could use my fingers?” Y/n shuddered remembering the bliss she was in from his lengthy fingers so it would be a no brainer to opt for them “Fingers please daddy” she uttered softly.

He untangled himself from her stood up and offered his hand . Taking her across the room he sat down in-front of the floor length mirror instructing y/n to sit in between his legs. “If its fingers you was then its fingers you’ll get but your gonna have to watch me”. His large hand sloped up her neck tenderly chocking her whilst his other massaged at her slit . Y/n was still dripping from earlier so it was light work for him to imbed his fingers into her. Y/n couldn’t take it the combination of Draco's fierce unwavering gaze in the mirror and the sheer bliss she felt with her legs quaking she soon released decorating the mirror in-front her. “Ugh your amazing baby” he beamed kissing her forehead gracefully. “Here let's get you cleaned up and we can cuddle in bed”. “Oh my … I didn't peg you as a cuddling type Draco” y/n laughed gingerly attempting to get up her legs still trembling beneath her. “Shut up you” he scolded “when will you learn there’s a lot you still don’t know about me y/n”.

[loveu001]

wc: 866

Formed By a Rumor- OO1/PETER X READER

TRIGGERS: ABUSIVE BF, ABUSE, BLOOD, OTHER STUFF. PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT TRIGGERS YALL

Chapter one 

    A rumor is going around at the lab with you and 001. A rumor that you guys are dating and stuff. Which you arent of course.. I mean why would you? He's super attractive and charming and you always have had a teeny tiny crush on him, but nothing major.

He's one of your best friends at the lab. You start to wonder what would make people think that, But then it all starts flooding in. He was really flirty with you, like VERY flirty.

He would always give you little forehead and cheek kisses but you guys weren't actually dating him. Yeah you found him really hot and junk but you never had the guts to start a convo with him. He would always be the one to come up to you and get you all hot and bothered. 

   You were eating your lunch with your other co-worker friends at the lab and melissa brought up you and peter since it was the HOT TOPIC at the lab right now which made you annoyed  like why can these snot nose fuckers talk about something else. “So, how are you and peter? Did he propose yet?”

She had to be joking. HIM?!  PROPOSING TO YOU? That almost made you bust out laughing, but you held it in. You clear your throat and say, “err we are NOT dating..and no he erm didn't propose.” They just shrugged it off and got back to their conversation about how annoying the little kids here at the lab are.

You could feel Peter staring through your head. He didn't have feelings for you..yet.  He just loved seeing you get all flustered and a hot mess. It got him hard kind of, not in a ‘i wanna screw you’ way. He just liked seeing your reactions. It was kinda a kink of his.

   You guys didn't really interact around other fellow co-workers now that a rumor was going around. “Cmon sweetheart” he groaned. You loved these cute, adorable nicknames he gave you. They were kinda embarrassing though. When he used that baby talk tone with you.

“No buts, i'm tired of people asking if we are dating! It is starting to get on my nerves peter.” you sighed. “But they know we arent!! I'm just giving them what they want.” He exclaimed. You thought to yourself, what the fuck is he talking about. What they want. What the hell could they possibly want from us.

First off, they have never paid any attention to me. I was just another whore at the lab to them, AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON PETER. Everyone thinks hes the ultimate sex god or something. Listen, i dont know or care but he is honestly one of the most, bitchy, hot, teasing, annoying fucker ive EVERR met. I love him and all but overall its a love hate relationship.

“Whatever, I'm going home.” you argue. Home? What's that? You were currently living in an apartment. Brenner underpaid you but honestly, you didn't give a shit. Anything to be away from your abusive boyfriend you couldn't get away from. His name is Mark, AKA, the man you hated the most. You go home just to get beat with bear bottles.

You screamed and cried. But no one seemed to give a shit. You just had to take this abuse because there was nothing you could do. No one you could go to. Because no one had fucking cared. You wanted out of this relationship so badly. But if you left, he would kill you. That's what he said at least, and you didn't doubt it one bit. 

    At work the next day, you tried your best to cover up the bruises and cuts. They still stung. Even with the pain killers. I guess he meant it when he said he was gonna make your life hell. Because this sure hurt like hell. You were hurting all over. So badly it felt painful to even walk or sit down. No one even seemed a little concerned. Peter had got in late.

He couldn't even see the cuts because you covered them so well. You had gotten so good at covering them because this had happened so many times. You were ashamed of having this talent. You were never supposed to get this good at it. But he had noticed that you were limping a bit. “Oh my love.. Who did this…?” he whispers, so no one else would hear. “..” you stayed silent.

You were so scared to say who did this. Besides, he doesn't even know you have a boyfriend. (if you would even call it that.) He looks you in the eyes and gives a soft smile. “Don't tell me you tripped or some bullshit story. Darling, please tell me who did this to your beautiful body.” You were terrified of him. You had known Mark for years.  It didn't start off like this though. He used to be so sweet and comforting to you. He had always made you think that its your fault that he was like this. And you did think that. 

Chapter two

COMING SOON!!

[helloalycia]

teenage dirtbag [two] // wanda maximoff

summary: your crush begins to get more intense for Wanda, ensuing awkwardness between you both

warning/s: none

author's note: so glad you’re all liking this, here’s part two! 🥰

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I knew it was a dream as soon as it began. Dreams never tricked me as I always detected something didn't feel right and figured out it wasn't real. But that was my only 'talent' with dreams, as everything else was left down to my subconscious. I couldn't control them, break away from the script or deviate from the scene in any way. I just knew when it wasn't real.

Admittedly, it took a little longer for me to recognise this one was a dream compared to others I'd had. It just seemed so normal as I headed into Chemistry class, seeing other students filing in and joining their partners. Mr. Hale was at the front of the class, occupied by his laptop and the projector, and it felt like any other day at school. The lights were off and the blinds were closed slightly, leaving the room in darkness except for the light from the board.

"Are we watching a film or something?" I asked Wanda as I set my bag on the desk beside her, earning her attention.

She looked up from her notepad and smiled widely, blue eyes sparkling in the darkness. "You're here, you took forever!"

"You saw me two lessons ago," I teased, taking a seat beside her.

She moved closer to me, hands immediately moving to my left one, playing with my fingers mindlessly. It felt right at the time, but I knew deep down that this wasn't real. In what world would this happen?

"Still," she mumbled adorably, before meeting my eyes. "We're watching some video about the periodic table."

I hummed, glancing at Mr. Hale as he struggled to pull up the video.

"Thank God because I couldn't be bothered doing work," Wanda added with a sigh, before moving closer to me, leaning on the palm of her hand as the other held mine still. "D'you think you can cover for me whilst I sneak in a nap?"

I stifled a laugh, moving closer and admiring the way her eyes changed colour in the light from the board. "I'm sure you're supposed to be paying attention."

She scrunched her nose, an uninterested smile on her lips, and it made my heart flutter.

"Fine, I'll cover for you," I gave in easily, before pressing a kiss to her nose.

She giggled quietly and when I pulled back, she leaned in and kissed my lips. Her free hand moved to the back of my neck as I rested mine on her lap, closing my eyes and falling into her without question. Okay, so yeah, definitely a dream, but I wasn't complaining.

"If Miss Maximoff and Miss Y/L/N can kindly stop making out, then we can begin the lesson," Mr. Hale announced, breaking Wanda and I's kiss.

Some of the class snickered as we separated from each other's hold, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He gave us a fed up look.

"Thank you," he said, before erupting into a speech about today's lesson.

When he started the video, I leaned forward on the desk to get comfortable and felt Wanda do the same, leaning her head on my arm and continuing to play with my hand. I smiled to myself, kissing the top of her head gently before getting comfortable. It all seemed too good to be true, but God was it a nice thought.

When I woke up the next morning with butterflies in my stomach, I groaned loudly. I knew I'd screwed myself over. I was in too deep. Dreaming about Wanda was not good, not good at all...

And it definitely didn't help when I showed up to class that same day, approaching my table and an already-seated Wanda. Just a dream, I told myself as I took a seat. Not real. And not a big deal.

"Good morning," she greeted when I sat down and pulled my books out. Her usual picture perfect smile was on her lips as she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "How are you?"

Trying my best not to think about my dream, I gave her a small smile. "G-good, yeah."

Fuck me, why did I stutter?

"You sure? You seem distracted," she noticed, making me swallow hard and look away from her piercing gaze.

"Yeah," I managed to say without stuttering once again. "Just tired. What about you?"

"Same," she said with a breathy chuckle, her leg brushing mine under the table and making me freeze. She didn't seem to notice as she continued, "I stayed up late binge-watching Netflix. Probably the wrong choice, but here we are."

I bit my lip to contain a laugh, relaxing a little. It was just a dream. She wasn't that bad. I was fine!

Class started and Mr. Hale was explaining something about doing a practical experiment today, but if I'm being honest, I was barely listening. Stuck in a daydream, I was wiggling my pen in my right hand and staring at the display behind Mr. Hale's head mindlessly.

Suddenly, a warm hand rested on mine, pressing it to the table and stopping me from shaking my pen. I shit you not, my heart stopped when I saw Wanda smirking playfully at me.

"D'you mind?" she asked, clearly finding my wiggling pen distracting.

All I could think about was how soft and warm her hand was, and then I became aware of her bare leg still brushing against mine – she just had to wear a dress today, didn't she? – and then the fact that she was still staring at me with amusement dancing in her eyes. My dream from last night returned to mind as she was still yet to remove her hand and I was lucky I managed to find my words as I choked out a response.

"S-sorry," I said, frozen in place, yet again, by Wanda's presence.

She snickered, shaking her head at my dismay, before finally letting go of my hand. I licked my lips nervously and let go of my pen, but not quite finding the energy to move my hand. I could still feel the warmth of her hand lingering on mine and, oh God, this was getting worse by the second. Why did I have to have that stupid dream?!

Clearly distracted by my own stupidity, I failed to realise that Mr. Hale had let us begin with our experiment, whatever that may be as I wasn't listening. Wanda was nudging me slightly, bringing me back into reality, and said something about getting lab coats and goggles whilst I got the bunsen burner.

I watched her leave and massaged my head, telling myself to get my act together. I was not the stupid cliché of a girl who acted nervous around her crush. I was better than that, goddamn it.

After getting the bunsen burner, I hooked it up to the gas tap as Wanda returned with our lab coats and safety goggles. We both put them on before Wanda gave me a knowing look, humoured smile tugging at her lips. I was beginning to hate (love) that look.

"You totally weren't paying attention during that, were you?" she asked, but she definitely already knew the answer.

"'Course I was," I played it cool, before wandering over to the handout on our desk. "We're doing an experiment."

She chuckled as I distracted myself with reading the instructions.

"So it says the first instruction is to boil some water in a beaker," I said with a nod. "Seems easy enough. Just gotta get a beaker."

My mouth went dry when Wanda hunched down on the desk, reading the paper between us. I hoped she couldn't hear how fast my heart was beating in my chest.

"You think you can manage that one?" she teased, glancing up at me with that same playful smirk on her lips.

Her eyes twinkled with mischief, similar to the one her twin possessed on a regular basis, and I'd never felt more stuck in place in my life than I did now. Without thinking, my gaze lowered to her lips and I realised then and there how badly I wanted to feel her lips against mine for real. She was so close I could move forward a mere few inches and feel it, but I didn't.

"Y-yeah, I'll get it now," I stumbled out, before literally stumbling over the stool as I made a move to leave.

I tried to ignore the way her gaze followed me and instead focused on getting to the beakers without passing out. To my relief, Y/BF/N was also collecting a beaker for him and his partner, too. When I stopped by his side, he looked up to see who it was, then smiled.

"You alright?" he asked, sensing my panic.

I shook my head frantically. "Definitely not. This is really bad, Y/BF/N."

Y/BF/N furrowed his brows, making me give him the look, to which he eventually followed what I meant.

"What happened?" he asked, trying (and failing) to hide his amusement.

I made sure nobody was nearby or could hear us before admitting, "I had a dream."

He raised his eyebrows suggestively, making me slap him on the arm quickly.

"Not that kind of dream, you perv," I clarified, before sighing. "But a dream. About you-know-who. And it threw me off and now I can't seem to act like a human."

He snorted as he tried not to laugh. I glared at him, shoving him again, making him laugh out loud.

"I'm sorry," he defended. "It's just– you've got it bad."

"Very helpful." I narrowed my eyes.

"Look, it's new which is why you're all awkward," he said knowingly, collecting his beaker. "It'll eventually pass when you get used to it. Until then, try not to do anything stupid."

"Too late," I mumbled under my breath.

He patted me reassuringly before leaving. I grabbed a beaker and turned around, deciding to take it easy. I'd get over it. I always did. I wasn't stupid. Yeah, I wasn't stupid. I had this!

But that thinking immediately went out the window when I approached our workspace and saw Wanda leaning on the desk, looking over the handout with thought. Her hair was pulled back for safety reasons, exposing her tensed jaw and pursed lips. She was wearing her lab coat over her black, knee-length dress and I'm not gonna lie, she looked extremely sexy today because she was wearing matching black knee-high boots. I gulped.

God help me.

—

You'd be relieved to know that my crush on Wanda died down after a while. Not in the way that I no longer had a crush on her – God knew I was overflowing with feelings for her – but in the way that I was getting a lot better at hiding it.

Which was perfect for when I saw her with her dick of a boyfriend. You'd be surprised how many times he kept popping up. And when he did, I always seemed to want to strangle him.

This time, I was working my new part-time job at a pizza place in town. Y/BF/N was keeping me company on my shift by taking extra long to finish his pizza so we could talk at the counter. I was drying some glasses as we spoke when the door to the parlour opened and the bell jingled, signalling new customers.

"I believe that's your cue," Y/BF/N teased, making me roll my eyes playfully.

My gaze wandered to the door where I saw a small group of teens walking in and finding a seat. It took me a second to realise that it was actually Wanda and her friends, including her boyfriend, who were looking for a table. My eyes widened with surprise as she looked around. Her eyes found mine and an excited smile appeared on her face as she waved to me.

"This just keeps getting better," Y/BF/N said when he saw Wanda heading our way, thankfully without her friends.

I pinched him before straightening up and plastering my best customer service smile on my lips. Wanda stopped before me, smiling between Y/BF/N and I.

"Hey, guys," she greeted brightly, to which Y/BF/N smiled in return, before looking my way and making my stomach flip at how pretty she looked today. "Y/N, I didn't know you worked here!"

"Yeah, it's kinda new," I answered coolly. "Gotta get that extra money, right?"

She nodded before grabbing the tip of my cap on my head and wiggling it, letting out a laugh. "You look adorable in your uniform, I must say."

I forgot how to breathe as she let go of my cap, her eyes still glittering with joy. Y/BF/N tried to hide his laughter as he sipped his drink, meanwhile I felt my neck heating up with embarrassment.

"Th-thanks," I got out nervously. I know what you're thinking – I said I got better at hiding my crush. And I have! I just– why did she have to put me on the spot like this?!

"I should get back," she said after a moment, pointing over her shoulder towards her friends. "But it was nice seeing you. Are you serving us?"

I nodded, regaining composure. "I'll be over in a minute. Give you chance to pick something."

"Awesome," she said sweetly, flashing me a final smile before heading back to her friends.

I released a shaky breath when she left, taking my cap off and massaging my head momentarily.

"I feel like she flirts with you just to see what happens," Y/BF/N said with amusement.

"It's just her personality," I mumbled, before putting my cap back on and taking a deep breath. "Time to work."

I continued to do my job as usual, thankfully not being affected by Wanda's presence, and took their orders. It was pretty uneventful as I served them their food and continued to hang with Y/BF/N by the counter. Every time I'd look over at her out of bad habit, I'd feel uneasy at the sight of Nate having his hands all over her. I mean, obviously he could – he was her boyfriend – but admittedly, I was a little jealous. I tried to ignore the feeling by busying myself with other things.

Wanda's friends were being a little noisier and rowdier than I'd liked, but it wasn't particularly busy so I saw no need to shut them up. Yeah, in hindsight, maybe I should have.

Clearing a table after some customers left, I balanced a tray of glasses in my hand and headed back to the counter. But on the way, a football came out of nowhere and got launched at my chest, making me drop the tray onto the floor with a loud crash. The rowdiness from Wanda's table ceased momentarily, as did the chatter from other customers, and I looked up to see Nate and his friends watching me, trying to suppress laughter.

"I am so sorry," Nate called with anything but guilt.

"Shit, Y/N, you okay?" Y/BF/N said, racing to my side in an instant.

I nodded, clenching my jaw, and bent down to clean up the mess. My boss must have heard the commotion as she came out from the kitchen and saw what happened, putting two and two together.

"Right, all of you out," she ordered without questioning anything, looking to Nate and the rest of the table. "We don't tolerate that tomfoolery here."

They groaned their complaints, but I didn't bother looking up to see, instead focusing on cleaning up the mess. Luckily for me, the tray took most of the hit rather than my chest, so unlike last time, I wasn't hurt.

"You're lucky I'm not charging you for the broken glasses, honey," my boss continued to scold Nate as he walked past, grabbing his football.

I saw feet shuffling past me, presuming it was their table leaving, and focused on picking up the large shards of glass and putting them on the tray. Y/BF/N helped out, even though he didn't need to, and I smiled at him as he knelt opposite me doing the same.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry," Wanda's voice grabbed my attention, making me look up. She had a guilty frown on her lips as she looked between the mess and I.

I stood up, shaking my head. "It's fine. It's–" But I stopped speaking, instead letting out an exhausted sigh. "No offence, but your boyfriend is a dick."

She pressed her lips together, not saying anything. I felt bad for saying it, but this was the second time he'd hit me with his stupid ball. It was true.

"I should clean this up," I mumbled, avoiding her eyes. "See you at school."

She opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it. I knelt down and continued to clean up, hoping she'd walk away already. This was awkward enough as it was.

"See you guys at school," she finally spoke, making me pause. "Sorry, again."

Y/BF/N bid her a goodbye before she left for good. I let out another sigh, deciding not to say anything as I continued cleaning up. It would never make sense to me why someone as lovely as Wanda would be with someone as obnoxious as Nate. I guess I'd never know.

—

Since that lovely incident at the pizza parlour, things had been a little distant between Wanda and I. Mostly on my part if I'm being honest. I couldn't help it – the whole situation had been uncomfortable and embarrassing, making it impossible to return to how we usually were.

This meant that Wanda was the one to come to me and check in, which I definitely wasn't expecting.

I was at home one afternoon, hanging with my older sister who was staying with us for a week. She'd moved out a year ago, getting her own place a few towns over, so I missed her presence a lot. I took advantage of her weekly visit by having a catch up as we played basketball in the front drive.

Disclaimer: none of us were good at basketball, but the hoop came with the house and it was simply tradition for us to attempt to shoot baskets as we had a catch up. Only, this time, as we were talking, a loud car engine pulled us from our chat and we both spun around to see an unfamiliar car parking up.

"That must be mum's customer," Y/S/N realised, holding the basketball underneath her arm. She glanced at me with a quirked brow. "You think we're gonna get roped into helping?"

"Most definitely," I answered with a chuckle, and just on cue, our mum opened the garage door behind us.

She was a florist and had a large pick-up delivery for a customer today. Apparently they were a good friend, so she had the flowers delivered to our house and they were waiting in our garage until now.

"Can you girls give me a hand?" she asked my sister and I, motioning for us to go to her. "I'm gonna say hi. Just start bringing the crates out, yeah?"

We both saluted playfully before watching her go to the customer's car. My jaw dropped when I saw who it was – Wanda's mum. And to top things off, Wanda and Pietro were both with her, the three of them getting out of their car and greeting my mum with smiles on their faces.

"You cool?" my sister asked, nudging me slightly.

I closed my mouth, straightening up. "Yeah, yeah, duh."

She gave me a funny look but grabbed a crate and began to leave it in the drive for the moment. I swallowed the lump in my throat and did the same, knowing both Wanda and Pietro were approaching us after my mum pointed them our way.

"Y/N, hey," Wanda said, stopping before my sister and I. She gave my sister a friendly smile before looking to me with nervous eyes. "It's good to see you."

I tried to say something – anything – but my words got stuck in my throat and all that came out was a weird noise. Partially because of the awkwardness between us at my fault and partially because of how pretty she looked in her sundress.

"Hi, I'm Y/S/N," my sister cut in, noticing my quietness. She gave me a sideways glance before looking to the twins. "It's Wanda and Pietro, right?"

"Yeah," Wanda said with a smile, eyes lingering on mine before looking to my sister. "We're just helping our mum out to load the car."

"I'm the muscle," Pietro joked, lifting his bicep, making Wanda roll her eyes jokingly.

"Okay, muscle, you can come help me get these out the garage," my sister played along before looking to Wanda and I. "You guys okay to load the car?"

Wanda nodded. "Sure thing."

Y/S/N grabbed Pietro, who shot me a friendly smile, before leaving Wanda and I alone.

"Your sister seems nice," Wanda tried to make conversation as we both grabbed a crate and took it to the back of her mum's car.

"Yeah," I agreed uncomfortably. "She's just visiting."

Wanda hummed in acknowledgment, neither of us knowing what else to say. We walked past our chatting mothers before setting the crates in the back of her mum's car.

"Are we okay?" Wanda asked suddenly, as soon as our hands were free. I looked to her and saw she was debating something internally before looking to me. "I mean, I know we're okay, but I just– I feel like you've been off since, well... since Nate threw that ball at you."

My neck heated up with embarrassment as I cleared my throat; my eyes fell to the flowers in the crates.

"I really am sorry," she apologised again, resting a hand on my forearm, sending shivers up my spine. "He can be such a jerk sometimes. Does stuff without thinking."

"You don't need to apologise," I said, finally lifting my eyes to meet her anxious green ones. And I meant it – Nate's idiocy wasn't her fault and it was harsh of me to make her seem like it was. I sighed, knowing my distant behaviour would end here. "We're good, Wanda."

She still seemed uncertain. "You sure?"

I gave her my best smile, hoping she knew I meant it. "I'm sure."

Her tense shoulders relaxed and a relieved smile spread across her face. "Okay, good. I'm glad."

She held my gaze and I just knew my heart was beating too fast to be useful as she did. She was just so beautiful.

"You know, the whole point of splitting into teams was to be done quicker," Pietro's voice interrupted our staring contest.

He stepped between us, glancing between us with amusement, before setting a crate in the back of the car.

"Right, yeah, we were just on our way back," I said, smiling sheepishly.

Pietro smirked. "No harm no foul, princess."

I was taken aback slightly as he called me that, and even more taken aback when he plucked a flower from the crate and offered it my way.

"For you," he said, half joking and half serious.

Unsure what to say, I accepted the flower. "Er, thanks... I think."

Wanda crossed her arms behind him, eyes narrowed in his direction. I wondered what she was thinking, but never got the chance to ask as their mum's voice called out to us.

"Pietro, I paid to use the bouquets," she said with mild distress, "not so you could ruin them."

His cheeks flushed as he called back, "Sorry!"

I tried not to laugh as the three of us headed back to get the rest of the crates, being sure to set the flower to the side. We ended up filling her car with the bouquets before facing our parents as we bid them a goodbye.

"They're lovely, Y/M/N," Wanda's mum was complimenting the flowers. "Thank you again."

My mum patted her back. "Anytime, dear." She looked between the twins and my sister and I. "Thank you all for helping out."

Y/S/N and I smiled her way as Wanda's mum nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, thank you!" she added, looking to Y/S/N and I. "It's so great to see you all together. Especially you two, Wanda and Y/N. It's nice to know you're good friends after so long of barely speaking."

Wanda's face was beginning to turn pink as I'm sure mine was doing the same.

"Yes, I agree," my mum said with a smile. "Anyway, we won't keep you any longer. Good luck with the banquet!"

Wanda and Pietro waved goodbye to Y/S/N and I before joining their mum in the car. I followed her figure subconsciously, butterflies floating in my stomach until their car was gone.

"Damn, I really missed a lot," Y/S/N said when they were gone, wrapping an arm over my shoulder and tugging me closer. "You're crushing hard."

Instantly, I looked to her. "What? What are you talking about?"

She rolled her eyes, letting go of me. "So we're playing that game. Okay. I'll bite."

As she began to walk away, I chased after her. "What game? Y/S/N? What are you talking about?"

She merely laughed and allowed me to chase her, wondering how the hell she knew of my crush on Wanda. Was I that obvious?

[bigilante]

— 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 ❣ 𝕙.𝕠

⌜mature content • minors do not interact⌟

「 contents: mature language + handjob ━━━━━ word count: 2.4k 」

: a.n : hiya! it's been long since i last posted something but here i am! this is my entry for @worldoftom's lolbrosgetsicktoo writing challenge. be gentle with me please, i'm really awkward writing in second person but i really wanted to make this gender-neutral.

: prompt : Harrison injures his right hand. He’s sexually frustrated, and his left hand just isn’t doing the job. Reader notices something is up with her poor roommate, and asks if there’s anything she can do to help. Even though they haven’t been anything more than friends up to this point, reader offers to “give him a hand,” or whatever of her other body parts he likes.

For two weeks Harrison had had his right hand clasped in a splint from taking a rather nasty fall from his skateboard. The night he had come home from the park with his jeans ripped on the knees and his hand clutched to his chest you hadn’t wasted a second to start taking the piss out of him at the clear picture of him eating shit at the skatepark but when he let out a pained groan after trying to take his jacket off your laughter died down and worry settled on the pit of your stomach.

His hand turned out to be badly sprained and well, the next couple of weeks had been spent in him trying to navigate his days with his non-dominant hand and with the initial panic of your roommate hurting himself gone you resumed the lighthearted piss-taking. Although he laughed with you at the jokes you made you could see how it really bugged him that he wasn’t as useful and agile with his right hand being in mandatory rest. “Told you, H. Whatever you have trouble with I can give you a hand.” You reminded him waving both your hands in front of you in a somewhat mocking manner.

“Yeah, heard you the first time.” He grumbled while struggling to button up his dress shirt. “Damn it.” The blonde cursed under his breath when his fingers seemed to not be working properly. That was enough for you to put your cup of tea down on the breakfast bar to walk up to him taking over the task he was growing frustrated with. He sighed defeated, letting his hands drop to his sides allowing you to close his shirt for him.

“Really, Harrison. I don’t mind helping you out.” The reassurance prompted Harrison to nod in understanding, running his fingers through his hair clearly irked by his situation. As if after you repeating it ninety-nine times before hadn’t sunk into his brain until the hundredth. “There you go, all done.” You patted his chest a couple of times then stepped back away from him to grab your mug again watching him leave the flat in a hurry after thanking you. You had been joking about what happened to him but you really felt bad for him, Harrison was a very active and independent guy who rarely asked for help and now that he was close to useless at doing simple tasks you could see how much it troubled him.

In the evening when he returned home he headed directly to the bathroom barely uttering a greeting back when you welcomed him, the sound of the running water splashing around let you know he was running a bath, you sighed at the fact that he had beaten you to run one for yourself though you were still busy making dinner for the both of you you didn’t duel much on it. About thirty minutes had passed since he went in for his bath and you figured it’ll be enough time for him to be about done with it to come out and eat, hence you walking up to the end of the hallway to knock on the door to make him aware that the food was ready.

However, the noise of water splashing a bit too aggressively accompanied by Harrison’s angry cursing made you believe something was wrong. With not much time to think you tried for the door and found it unlocked, swinging it open swiftly. “Are you okay!?” You asked in a panic, eyes wide when you saw the walls dripping and the floor flooded with soapy water. “Are you hurt?” You insisted, daring to step inside the room, bare feet coming in contact with the wet ground making comical splashing sounds.

“Yeah-no. I just…” He frantically tried to gather the few bubbles that floated on the scarcely-filled tub, bringing them closer to his body to cover himself a little.

“You just what, H?” Your voice still held concern and he noticed, finally looking up at you with seemingly pleading eyes. “You need help with your back or what is it?”

“No, y/n.” He huffed, brushing his wet hair back with his splinted hand wincing a little with the action. “This time you really can’t help me, alright? Just, let me get dressed.”

“Harrison, I told you I don’t mind help—” You started but was soon cut by the blonde’s voice rising above his usual level.

“I need a wank! That’s what I need. And my fucking left hand ain’t cutting it anymore.” Harrison blurted out a bit worked up, breathing heavily with cheeks burning hot showing in a bright crimson colour that stood out against his milky skin. Your mouth closed immediately after he acknowledged his problem, a warmth crept up your neck settling comfortably on the apples of your cheeks as your fingers toyed aimlessly with the hem of your oversized bed t-shirt. He wasn’t looking at you anymore, he had thrown his head back on the edge of the tub and covered his eyes with his injured hand while the other was under the water.

The way the muscles of his arm were flexed made the heat of your cheeks travelled to new places that could be labelled as inappropriate. Boldly, you stepped further into the room your steps marked by the sloppy meeting of them with the soaked tiles, not knowing exactly how you conjured the confidence to do so. “I-I don’t mind... helping,” You stuttered out, stopping right by his side. Wide eyes hanging on the young man’s hidden face that was instantly revealed as soon as those words left your lips.

“What!? Don’t be silly, y/n. I could never ask you to do that.” He sat up, making starts to get up but you stopped him by placing a hand on his bare shoulder keeping him inside the tub.

“You’re not asking, I’m offering.” You gave him a sincere smile, irises dancing between his crystal clear ones as you waited for him to accept or decline your proposal. Harrison’s teeth clenched as he swallowed thickly making his jawline look even sharper. When he delayed in giving you an answer you felt as if you had overstepped his boundaries and panic began to invade you fast.

“Okay.” He agreed with a nearly imperceptible wobble in his voice. “But don’t look at it. It’ll make me feel less guilty if you don’t know what it looks like.” The chuckle he let out was nervous and awkward, causing you to match it with one of your own as you nodded your head.

“Okay, I won’t look.” You declared, pressing your lips together before sinking to your knees right beside the bathtub sitting comfortably on your folded legs. Taking in a deep breath you reached for his left forearm with your right hand, eyes focused on the edge of the porcelain trying your best not to look down as you let your hand trail down his arm ultimately meeting his own hand under the lukewarm water. “Let go.” In a soft voice, you requested. Harrison exhaled through his nose prompting you to shift your gaze from the tub to his face, sending him a reassuring nod and a faint smile, those sufficient for him let you hold him inhaling a tad sharply when you did.

With your hand now wrapped around his girth, you started to give him slow and long rubs with a fairly firm grip. Since your eyes were still on him you saw him sigh, momentarily closing his eyes with the first few strokes, his lips pressed together as he breathed through each caress you provided. It was hypnotising seeing him in that way: head thrown back, eyes closed, flushed face, brows pinched together; adding to all of that he was completely naked and splattered with water droplets. Your tongue darted out to wet your suddenly dry lips, swallowing thickly at the scene in front of you, subconsciously your grasp on the man’s erection tightened enough to make him let out an involuntary moan that echoed throughout the tiled room, travelling through your ears and finding a new home deep inside your brain.

Again, —you thought— do it again. You now craved his pleasure noises, with a new goal you lifted yourself from your sitting position back into your knees so you could move your arm at a faster pace, wrist twisting every now and again succeeding at drawing more moans out of your roommate. A whimper left your throat when your arm started to grow tired from the motion and the pressure of the ceramic edge underneath it prompting Harrison’s eyes to shoot open and you swore you felt him twitch against your palm. “S-sorry, my arm got sore.” You let out an embarrassed laugh when your eyes met his, your whole face burning hot.

The aching of your arm combined itself with the soreness of your knees forcing you to stand up and let go of Harrison in the process, with little time to think twice you swung your leg over the edge of the bathtub soon followed by the other before you found a comfortable new position straddling the blonde’s bare thighs. The weight of you coming into the water raised the level of it, permitting it to soak the bottom half of your top, Harrison’s eyes never left your figure as you moved that much closer to him, his stomach was a little sucked in as if he was holding in his breath. “Is this okay?” You quizzed, noting that you sitting on him might be too much.

“Ye-yeah.” He breathed out in a hurry. You proceeded to resume your ministrations now with a better angle and an additional hand to give your right one a minute of rest. The movement of the water around you both and Harrison’s heavy breathing was the only things that could be heard in the bathroom of your quiet flat. The view was intoxicating; chiselled chest heaving, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed, jaw slacked, pink lips parted and eyes screw shut. You found it next to impossible to reap your gaze from the guy in front of you, the way he was reacting to your touch was rapidly becoming your favourite thing and you wanted more of him, your thighs tightened over his when he let out a particularly loud moan and you had to blink a few times to try and restore your morality without much success.

“Are you close?” Your voice filled the air around you, it surprised both of you for you didn’t know you had it in you to ask such a question when you were trying to keep your composure in front of the man. Harrison’s eyes were half-opened and on you the second you asked, the intensity of them draw you in closer and closer to his face until your forehead was pressed against his tentatively. Soon his healthy hand was back under the water only this time it landed on your bare thigh gripping it tightly, the simple touch causing your breath to match his ragged one, mixing together from the close proximity of your faces.

“Fuck, don’t stop.” Harrison ordered with a deep groan as his body began to tense up underneath you. You took the cue and doubled your efforts with both your hands subconsciously whispering encouragements eliciting louder moans from him. His poorly hand came up to cup the back of your neck, holding you in place —as if you really had the intention to move away— while his high very evidently approached. “Fuck, y/n.” The blue-eyed boy moaned in your face luring a whine out of your throat at the sound of your name being called in such a way.

“Cum for me,” You encouraged him, nudging his nose with yours silently prompting him to look at you, and he did. Hooded eyes fixed on yours mere centimetres away that you could feel his lips ghosting over your own teasingly, warm breath fanning over them. “Harri, c’mon.” A whisper was all you could manage at that moment. Your own throat had grown dry and you had to suppress the mewls that threatened to leave your chest when you started to feel his cock twitching in your hands. A loud grunt got stuck in the man’s throat the moment he toppled over the edge, his length spasming in your grip as you so clearly sensed it unload under the now cool water, the temperature of the liquids contrasting against your skin when his seed landed on your hands as it sank.

Harrison’s body shuddered with each slow stroke you gave him to help him ride his orgasm, moans continued to fall from his parted lips. He swallowed, finally releasing your neck from the clasp to be able to relax back in the tub letting out a long and deep sigh of content. You couldn’t help but feel disappointed the moment he pulled away but it was for the best, you couldn’t be wishing for him to do something for you when you were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself.

That was when it hit you, the position you were in wasn’t appropriate at all, it didn’t matter how willing you were to be his second self surely giving him manual relief was a step too far. So with overwhelming shame, you let go of him, leaning to the side to take hold of the edge of the tub, pulling yourself up to your feet in a daze. The water that dripped down from your soaked t-shirt far too noisy in your ears as they buzzed with the adrenaline that still coursed through your body, the wet fabric sticking to your skin making you self-aware that it was now see-through so you hurried to the railing stuck to the wall and grabbed one of the towels, quickly wrapping it around your waist.

Embarrassed, you started for the door, holding the doorknob ready to leave the room, “Di-dinner’s ready.” You acknowledged shyly, the tremble in your voice giving your remorse away. You frantically shuffled on your feet stepping out of the room and closing the door behind you. There was a weird feeling in the pits of your stomach, you knew you felt embarrassed of what had just happened yet, that wasn’t it, it was almost like a craving. A craving for his touch and that made the shame feel ten times worse. You marched to your room locking yourself in, forgetting about your dinner plate that was sitting on the kitchen counter, your hunger long gone. Though, despite the mortification, there was a new much problematic sort of appetite tingling deep inside you and the throbbing between your legs made it much too hard to ignore.

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[carletes]

For @forkmula and Lando fans. Quick lil carlando fic. Hurt/comfort. SFW except for language. Post-Qatar GP.

"Fucking nothing is going right!"

From anyone else's lips, the words would have come out enraged, petulant. After all, there were points in the bag. Not many by any stretch of the imagination, but points nonetheless at a time where any point meant something. So the sight before him may have been enough to make a passer-by roll their eyes and keep walking.

And, in fairness, Carlos should have been able to smirk in response, tap the stallion rampant on his jersey, and just watch the fireworks continue.

But that was not the man Carlos was, and this was not an enraged, petulant man before him.

Lando was in pain, visceral and body-shattering. He just paced in front of Carlos, his hands in his hair, gripping hard enough that his knuckles whitened. Carlos longed to get up, take Lando's hands, loosen their grip, kiss each knuckle in turn. But it wasn't time for that yet. So, Carlos just watched his fiancé suffer, his heart breaking, as he waited for when he would be most needed.

"I- just- I'm fucking trying!" Lando said, his voice strained. "I'm trying so hard. I'm trying so hard."

Carlos wanted to touch him so badly. But he knew the second he did, Lando would stop talking. It was so rare for Lando to externalize his emotions. Carlos knew how much better he would feel after, how much this growth would matter ultimately. But growth wasn't easy, wasn't meant to be painless. A blade needed to be dealt one blow after another to be strengthened. And Lando had it in him to be the strongest of them all. Carlos knew that, he knew, he had wanted to see Lando grow into his destiny since the day he'd met him. But the day he met him was also the day he fell in love with Lando; so his rational instincts warred, endlessly, with his screaming heart that demanded to press kisses into Lando's skin, love him to calm again.

"I'm- I don't-"

Lando whipped around to face Carlos, his eyes screwed up with agony. "I don't know what to do."

"Yes, you do," Carlos said, simply.

Lando looked almost angry for a second, but it was just a second, and the anger wasn't at Carlos. He just made an exasperated noise and covered his face with his hands, pressing his thumbs into his eyes.

"You know what to do, Lando, because you've done it before. You keep your head down. You grit your teeth through the bad luck-"

"Bad luck!" Lando said, barking a dry laugh.

"Bad luck, Lando. That is all it is. Not you. Querido, not you. And you know I would tell you if it was you."

Lando peered at Carlos between his fingers. Then his shoulders slumped. He would see nothing but honesty in Carlos' eyes.

"I'm tired."

"I know."

"I'm so tired, Carlos."

"Mi amor."

"I'm so tired of being so- so close."

"Lando."

There it was. Carlos stood up, stepping into Lando's space. Lando looked at him, hands falling to his sides. His eyes were watery, pained. Carlos opened his arms, slightly, an offer.

Lando took it. He practically fell into Carlos, heaving a sob that shook Carlos to his core. He nearly staggered back with the force of Lando collapsing into him, but Carlos held firm. He always would. He wrapped his arms around Lando, a cacoon, whispering into Lando's hair and cradling him close.

Lando wept, and wept, and wept. He wept through Carlos gently lifting him up and settling him into bed. He wept as Carlos slipped in beside him, never ceasing the embrace. When Lando gently tugged at his shirt, Carlos pulled it off. When Lando started kissing Carlos' chest through his tears, Carlos let him, knowing he needed the touch, the intimacy, the reality of it. Silence, on Lando's part, but for his crying. Then that, too, abated: Lando's head on Carlos' bare chest, his eyes wide and slightly unseeing, cheek still damp. Carlos just stroked his hair, not taking his eyes off his lover.

Yes, there was power in the breaking, but there was power, here, too, in the silence, in the sadness.

Carlos took a deep breath. Then, with feeling: "You are going to beat them all. Me also. That, Lando, I have always known."

Lando closed his eyes. Moments passed.

"You're not just saying that."

"Never."

"It's almost harder. I don't want to let you down."

"Ay, cabron," Carlos murmured, love in every syllable. "How can you let me down when something is in the stars, eh?"

Lando didn't smile, necessarily, but his mouth twitched slightly. His fingers laced loosely through Carlos'. The lights of the desert city flickered in the green of Lando's eyes. And amidst the pulsing orange and yellow and green, Carlos saw resolve.

That was enough.

[batarangsoundsdumb]

guess fucking what? my inbox is so fucking full right now i'm unloading all of this shit in one post.

For the 11th gotham memes: gothamites react to bruce being jacked in a tiktok he made with kids, like super yoked, ripped as hell

fucking hilarious thanks. i think i did it in one meme post, but i genuinely don't remember which one

i dunno which of the batfam would do this but one time i was sleeping over at a friends house and ended up on the floor bc the bed was so very small and i just stayed there because the rug was soft

that's a drunk jason move i don't know what to tell you

tim and jason are "i listen to pop punk" solidarity. whenever jason highjacks the batmobile theyll go on long ass car rides blaring mcr and paramore and then never talk about it again

as they should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tim: no jason it's my turn using the aux cord i gotta put on my jams jason: don't you dare put on weird shit tim: don't worry, you're gonna love this *plays fearless (taylor's version)

hear me out hear me out, red hood stans 🤝 nightwing stans t h i g h s

holy shit yes.

SNL au: Bruce breaks character when pretending to superman and says something like "I'm not superman! You've seen his gps!! It's from 2001!!!" @sabeanybabe

superman flies past the snl building the next day just to say 'actually it's from 2005, i'm not a heathen'

does your back hurt from carrying the batfam fandom

it hurts more from the exotic rock collection i keep in my backpack, but thanks for the concern.

I love your posts by why would you always leave the best parts in the tags?

as a treat for the people that check the tags ;) (and also because i'm committed to the short post aesthetic)

somehow your playlist was everything i never knew i needed. i mean it. this is my new favorite playlist.

and don't you dare get a new favourite playlist!

babe ur stoner tim playlist is exactly too perfect, earth is literally blessed by ur existence

babe thanks so much! i love my stoner tim playlist because it's just my usual playlist but people think it's an artistic choice that i put taylor swift and britney spears in there, when it's just what i unironically like listening to

JANDKSKDK BILLY RAY CYRUS ON THE STONER TIM PLAYLIST I LOVE IT IT

again it's not even an ironic choice, i know every single word and i genuinely like the song

The last chapter of Fundamentals of Casework has me crying at work. Thanks I love it @dudelookitsalesbian

oh babe, i'm sorry, but also, not sorry i love chapter 4 so much it's my lovechild with the 'mental illness' tag

soooo....stumbled on your tumblr by some stroke of fate??? read your DC fanfic first. which is PHENOMENAL btw. then found all the batmemes; the funniest thing EVER bc everyone forgets about regular old gothamites. kept scrolling and your blog pops up as recommended. clicked on the ao3 for shits and giggles and waddaya know?!?!? it's YOU!!! you're LEGEND!!!! ever seen that meme? it's a video of a cat that got into a baseball field and the two announcers get really invested in his escape attempt and start giving a play by play of the cat instead of the game. memeable moment: "GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!"

i seriously think about this ask every single day and it's so fucking funny to me that i've never seen the meme you're referencing, but i still find myself going 'GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!' whenever i see something funny. but wow i'm glad you liked this steaming pile of garbage

Fav dc character overall? And fav batfamily character?

don't ask me to pick between the loves of my life, but i can tell you i've cried about every single batfamily member and also wally west (my beloved)

What's your opinion on fans having a problem with batfam being "too big"? And some even claim that batfam is just "Bruce Alfred Dick Damian" and the rest of them are just "friends and allies" (source: reddit) Personally, I like batfam because of this reason but idk

stupid. a family can never be too big. i'm not that big a fan of like huge batfam stuff with everybody from every single universe, because as much as it's funny for bruce to have like 30 kids, it just feels a little too OOC for me.

This is the best tag I've seen involving the batfam, thanks for thinking of it

This is canon now @nctxrejects

lmao yeah i think at that point alfred has had to sit through like at least a dozen coming out talks and just has a pride flag collection in the attic that he pulls out whenever a kid comes out

idk why batfam hits different as compared to any other superhero family

bc it's found family and usually the other superhero families are almost all genetically related in one way or another

I don't know if you watch the umbrella academy but I saw your last post about batcest and saw the similarities. But the thing is (although I think it's weird) in TUA, they addressed it by saying "they were raised as weapons, not siblings" or something along those lines, which is simply not the case with batfam.

yeah i watched tua but i also thought it was ridiculous and they still treated each other as siblings so i didn't like the luthor/allison thing, and am glad they stopped doing that shit bc it fucking sucked.

Hot take: Batcest shippers are the same people who believe adopted siblings are not actual siblings

smoking hot take: batcest shippers are the people who watch 'my sister got stuck in the washing machine' porn

Duke was adopted by Bruce?

not technically no, but do i, tumblr user batarangsoundsdumb, look like i care?

True story but I had to change my freaking name because it used to be "Damien" and most people would go "OH LIKE DAMIAN WAYNE" like please I'm just tryna live

true story, but i don't actually think of damian when i hear the name damian, literally the first thing that pops up is damian darkh like bruh what?

apparently dc comics company supported comic stores by giving out new titles and stuff during the beginning of the pandemic to help them run and I just think that's wholesome

ah yeah that's so fucking cool, still don't like dc, the company, because this world is a capitalist hellhole and we're all owned by warner brothers or disney with no in between.

ayo looking at tumblr head canons and finding out bruce is actually a terrible father is a punch in the gut

lmao yes, in like 50% of comics bruce is a terrible father and it gives me whiplash

oooh I just saw the jason todd vs winter soldier post and the real question is: batman vs iron man

while iron man has like hundreds of cases of armor, batman could throw out an emp and have the guy dropping out of the sky in 2 seconds.

dickfast = fastdick = quickdick = quickie

magnum hot take

hey bata(?) just thought I'd let you know I have copied the obnoxious emoji and Billy Ray post for use on simping men going forth

thank you 😘🌷 (@spacebarsidecar)

why would you do that to your followers???? i get why i did it, but why would you???

what is scarecrow made the nightwing funko pop himself, like those diy-ers that paint over other ones

oh god no, horrible take, horrible take, that's a disgusting thought oh no

I see your HC that Bruce and Oliver fucked and raise you this: Dick and Roy ALSO fucked

yes they did and it was a horrible moment for jason to find out dick has fucked both of his best friends

"at this rate bruce adds like 1 child to his family every decade or so" Duke is introduced in 2013, Damian as Damian, not as an unnamed child, in 2006. And he is already 14 years old, Robins rarely remain Robins after 16 😬 It looks like a new Robin and Batkid will appear in a couple of years

i mean i can't wait? but somebody will probably die first tho, we're due for another major character death. my money's on either cass or duke this time.

BRO you're so right all of your Bruce's ex headcanons are amazing but they aren't ships, that's kinda wild. Like I don't want any peeks into how their relationship was I just want to see everyone make fun of them

lmao YES it's just i love bruce being a slut, like good for him.

I am in love with your posts your honour thank you

omg thanks are we like,, gonna kiss now?

The justice league needs to have a meeting to discuss how many of their members/partners have slept with bruce. Because through a combination of cannon & fannon (if DC wasn’t homophobic) we have AT LEAST: 1) clark 2) lois 3) oliver 4) dinah 5) john

Thats not counting villains or random civilians @dudelookitsalesbian

yes yes yes, they'll have a yearly meeting about how many of their collective exes could be out for revenge and batman's list just keeps getting longer.

tim was like "i'm drake now" and everyone was like ahh so your fursona is a dragon and tim was like pffffft no. ducks.

and what about it?

when steph's fighting livewire and she zaps her with lighting and nothing happens and then they both just. stand there awkwardly for a second and talk. yeah i couldn't stop laughing at that batgirl steph is the BEST

oh yeah that was fucking hilarious and i think it would be so cool and sexy of dc to give steph a little comic series,,, as a treat

Hi I absolutely adore all of yours "Bruce and Oliver very badly pretending they didn't fuck each other" memes

lmao i do too

I need you to know that “Bruce Wayne had frosted tips” is one of my favorite Bruce takes of all time it’s so galaxy brained. you’re right and you should say it

he also painted his hair blonde once when he was travelling and in conclusion, this is why he's being blackmailed by the gotham gazette.

you know my thing about gordon being branded as the only good cop in gotham is its a load of shit like arguably he's a good person and not working to screw people over or anything but the fact that he also works w. batman makes him a shit cop. like yea batman is better than the mob but its still illegal its still an abuse of power he just not making bank

babe, all cops are bad cops. (but yeah youre absolutely right, working with vigilantes makes you a shit cop, but also working against vigilantes just makes you an asshole cop yanno?)

ruh roh i think i’m about to add “so not yeehaw” every time i don’t like something

that's a very good vocabulary upgrade

somehow i feel like steph already knew. like babs obviously knew but i feel like bruce got high/drunk in front of steph and started telling his boarding school stories and steph was just like “oh you fucked up i’m never gonna forget this”

steph and bruce have weird uncle/rebellious niece dynamic and they just hang out sometimes and bruce will be like 'i once broke my arm when i tripped over a hedge when i was drunk so oliver drove me to the hospital on an electric scooter' and steph will just have to sit there with that knowledge in her head.

Hello I just wanted to tell you you are So right in all your steph opinions bc she is, in fact amazing and I think that's very sexy of you. Ps. Your Bruce/Oliver fic is hilarious

babe, thank you so much and yes steph is amazing and i love her and she deserves the world and she's the best member of the batfam hands down. also thanks

In Supersons we see a couple of kids that are implied to be Damian and Jon's children and the boy has laser eyes and can fly, so I asume he's not adopted. The girl, who calls Bruce grandpa, can also fly, btw. So it's canon (probably by accident) that Jon can have kids and he must have married one of Bruce's kids. (I'm hoping for Damian, mostly because any other of his children would be waaaaaaaaaaaaay too old.) @artemisa97

lmao that was probably an accident seeing as jon is a 17 year old superhero in the year 3000 (by the jonas brothers)

You know, I'm a die hard fan of your memes, but I gotta say one thing: if Gothamites actually took gas mask everywhere with them, then the Scarecrow would just be a weird dude in a weird costume, and not a villain oh so scary. DC really should just takes notes from you.

bold of you to assume there's no gothamite anti-maskers

How does it feel being the funniest person on this app?

horrible, next question.

I can't listen to Green Day or Billy Joel without thinking of your post about how Bruce got arrested at a Billy Joel concert @nightwings-kid

yeah that's your mistake, i on the other hand can't enjoy billy joel without thinking about the glee rendition of 'uptown girl'

I've FINALLY been watching the Batman animated series and I gotta say, after watching "the gray ghost" I am CONVINCED that Batman is a closeted super hero geek who was 100% freaking out the first time he met Superman and is just REALLY good at hiding it.

superman: so what do you do in your free time? batman, thinking about the superman fanfiction he's writing on the batcomputer: i have no free time

bruce and oliver be like boyfriends to co-workers 401k (do the justice leagues get 401ks??? not that bruce and ollie would need them, but-)

lmao yes just 400 thousand words of bruce realising 'oh dip oliver is such a fucking dumbass' (also i don't know what a 401 k is but i assume they don't?)

Gothamites would totally boo superman as he saves Gotham while batman is out. @meenje

he's like 'okay think about that next time you want to be saved from an alien octopus'

I just took long break from dc comics and I come back to see ric grayson ??

i think it's very cool and sexy of dc to see dick and just think 'you know what? let's just give him a traumatic brain injury' and then didn't develop his character in any real way

SPEAKING OF RIC GRAYSON, gothamites making confused memes out of ric grayson is much needed

'dick grayson is my taxi driver? can anyone explain what the fuck happened he looks like an italian plumber?'

i hate to say it but batfam are def "marvel characters" in that sense they are characters who are human but become superheroes unlike most dc characters who are gods trying to be human maybe this is why I like batfam

fair enough

[webofstories]

Thoughts- Pt. 2 (P.P) *Smut*

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Summary: Y/N has the ability to read minds. When she accidentally reads Peter's, she finds out he sees her as more then just a best friend.

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Note: Who do y'all wanna read about next? Tom, Peter, or Arvin? *SMUT CONTAINED*

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Warnings: Vanilla sex, first time sex, oral recieving (male), fluff

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Part one:

"It's okay, pretty girl." He chuckles, smiling at you, "If you really want to do this, then I'll teach you."

"Are you sure?" You ask, feeling a little awkward but hopeful at the same time. He nods, leaning down and placing a small kiss on your lips. You hummed against them, loving the way they felt on yours.

"Of course." He whispers, "Don't be embarrassed, a lot of people get nervous when first doing something."

You smiled to at him and how understanding he was. Focusing your attention back on his needs, you slowly take his belt off, smiling at him knowing how badly he wished you hurry up. Peter was shocked that this was even happen, leaning back a little as you tugged his jeans down. He let out a hiss feeling the fabric rub against him, and looking at your smile could have made him finish right then and there.

"Fuck." He groans, watching as you grab him through his boxers. You weren't conpletely clueless, you've seen movies.

You pulled himself out of his boxers and immediately felt intimidated by his size. He wasn't huge, but a little above average, which is still a lot. Peter's while body was tingly, feeling your hand wrapped around him had him going crazy.

"Fuck, baby." He grunts, wrapping his much bigger hand around yours as he slowly starts showing you how to jerk him off, "Just like that- shit..." he curses.

You felt yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second. Listening to his sounds and the soft curses under his breath made you weak. You sped up your pace a little, loving the way his jaw dropped a bit.

He had his eyes closed, head tipped back, one arm behind him supporting his weight on the bed. Taking him by surpise, you drag your tongue over his red, throbbing tip, making his body tense up.

"Aghh fuck, Y/N. That feels good," he whispers, "Try to take more for me. Jerk off what you can't take. Don't try to take more then you can handle- shit!"

You cut off his words by taking two or three inches in your mouth, wrapping your lips around him tightly. You hesitantly started sucking on him, terrified you'd do this wrong. When a loud groan erupted from his parted lips, you knew you were doing at least something right.

"Fuck, sweetheart!" He groans, placing his hand on the back on your head, but not pushing, "See how much you can take."

You take in more of him, feeling his tip hit the back of your throat. You thought you'd gag, but you didn't. You did this repeatedly as you felt his hand ball up a fist full of your hair, moaning your name like it was a Bible scripture. You were beyond turned on right now hearing your name come from him like that.

"Fuck- fuck, stop," Peter rushes out, using the fist full of your hair he had to pull your mouth off him. Your eyes went wide, fearing you did something wrong.

"That felt amazing, sweetheart," he says, trying to capture his own breath, "But it's your turn."

Before you could question him, Peter had your back against his mattress, kissing you softly yes hungrily. You kissed back without hesitation, tugging his hair and moaning against his kiss. Peter's one of Peter's hands gripped the headboard while the other slid down your body, kissing your neck.

"I want to touch you, Y/N," he whispers on your ear, making you shiver at his husky tone, "Can I?"

"Please," you whisper, so desperate to feel him where you needed him, "Please touch me."

Hearing you beg for his touch like that for him more hot and bothered then before. He smirked a little, watching your face as his fingers trailed from the elastic of your pants to your heat, sliding a finger down your slick folds.

"You're all wet for me, baby," he whispers, sucking on your neck.

"Fuck, Peter, please."

Peter dipped a finger inside you smoothly, feeling your body practically shiver underneath him. A sharp gasp left your lips... this felt amazing.

"Do you like that, baby?" He asks softly, slowly pumping a finger in and out of you as your face was screwed with pleasure.

"Y-Yes.." you moan out, majorly turning Peter on, "Please.... more,"

At those words, Peter added another finger. This made you almost squeal, feeling Peter fingers working magic on your heat. This feeling was new, you've never felt anything like it. His long fingers were stroking all the right places and sliding inside you so easily with how wet you are.

Peter loved seeing you a moaning mess. All for him. The way his name rolled off your tongue in pleasure and your legs were trying to close around him. You were so tight, his fingers barely opening you up. Your toes were curled and Peter got even harder seeing your fist tight in the sheets.

"Peter!" You moan loudly, balling your hand into a fist of his hair just like he had done to you earlier, "P-Please take me. Please! I need you inside me!"

Your voice was fucked, Peter was drowning in those words. He hadn't even got to work his tongue on you, but his cock was throbbing and he craved to be inside you.

He didn't even respond, he ripped ripped his shirt off his toned body after taking his fingers between his lips to get a good taste of you. You could have moaned at the sight.

Kicking your sweats off, Peter hovered over you between your legs, kissing you rougher than before. You loved it, wrapping your bare legs around his waist, signalling that you couldn't wait anymore.

Peter looked down at your bodies before meeting your eyes. There was lust, sure... but there was love. And it had always been there, whether either of your noticed it or not. His chocolate brown eyes held you captive as he leaned down and placed a loving, long, tender kiss on your sweet lips.

"I want you, for more than just this." He says softly, cupping your cheek with his hand, "I've been in love with you since I moved here, and having this with you feels like a dream that I'm about to wake up from. You're really special to me, Y/N, and I'm totally in love with you."

"I love you, Pete..." you whisper, smiling up at him, "Shoulda made a move sooner."

He chuckled at you before placing his hand on your hip, kissing you passionately. Reaching over to his nightstand drawer, he pulled out a condom, pulling it on himself quickly. You tightened your legs around his waist, feeling his hard tip teasing your entrance. Whimpering against his lips, he smiled, slightly pushing his hips forward to barely enter you.

Right as you were about to complain, Peter pushed every inch of himself inside of you. You gasped, feeling him fill you up completely. Since he touched you before this, the pain almost instantly went away, leaving you feel pleasure immediately.

"Fuck.." Peter groaned into your neck, feeling your core clenched around him. You could feel his cock throbbing inside you.

"Are you okay?" He asks breathlessly, looking down at you. You bit your lip and nodded, wanting to moan out in pleausre.

Peter pulled all the way out of you only to push right back into you, making you yell out in pleasure of him filling you up to the brim. Peter groaned at your sweet noises as they filled his ears.

Picking up a steady rhythm, Peter kept one hand on your thigh and another on the headboard, gripping it tight as the pleasure coursed through him. His hips grinded into you like clockwork, making you so wound up that your legs started to shake.

"You feel so good around me, love." He moans, feeling you clench around him tightly. You repeat this, hearing that same moan leave his lips.

Your nails dug into his back, without a doubt leaving marks. The pleasure was overriding your body, you couldn't deny the goodness you felt.

Your eyes were closed in pure bliss with your legs tight around his waist, pulling him closer to you if possible. Your mouth hung open in pure ecstasy, craving and needing everything he was giving you.

"Faster, Peter!" You say louder than you'd like to admit, but you didn't care. You bit down on your lip in an effort to be quieter but as Peter did as you asked, it became much harder.

Your stomach felt tight as your legs felt numb. Peter felt amazing, thrusting inside you quickly with no hesitation. He started feeling what you were feeling, which was a tightness in your stomach. Because of this, he slowed down, turning his thrusting into a deep grind that would stroke you in all the right places.

And that's exactly what it did. It didn't take long for you to finish all over him, feeling him come inside you almost immediately after. The condom was warm, but you instantly felt cold as he pulled out of you. Flinging the rubber into the trash bin, Peter was laying next to you in seconds, both your naked bodies pressed against each other.

When you caught your breathes, you couldn't help but to smile, and neither could Peter.

"That was..."

"Awesome." You finished for him, giggling as you hid your face in the crook of his neck.

"You were amazing, love." He says, still having some heavy breaths. You blushed red, tracing his abs.

"You did all the work." You whispered. Peter laughed, holding you close to him. He didn't mind it at all. He knew he'd do it all over again.

"I'm so in love with you, Y/N." Peter says, looking down at your angelic features. Looking up at him, you captured his lips in your own, kissing him lovingly and passionately as he cupped your cheek.

"I've been falling for you more and more everyday since you showed up here with that boyish grin on your face, " you giggled as you pulled away, "I'm so happy I have you."

Peter was your best friend, now boyfriend. Something about that set right with you, as if it was a missing puzzle piece to who you want to be.

You may have accidentally broken a promise, but his thoughts are what led to this... you did feel as guilty about it anymore.

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Hope you enjoyed!