#I’ve been on this website too damn long

[lovelyisadora]

Ur right abt the fandom being dead it's so weird,, my posts have been struggling to hit 15 notes since like april and idk why

it cycles, is what I’ve noticed. it’ll be poppin’ and then next thing you know it’s dead and then a few months later it’s poppin’ again

[questionablepastries]

And don’t forget pissy shitties

cursed tumblr drinks tasting flight

battery acid spaghetti

The Flavor

white gilgamesh

[xneens]

three cents

you butt dial your boss during a girls night … the girls night where you told them you’d fuck aaron hotchner for three cents.

Girls' night out was wild, no one knew where you would end up. One night, you ended up on a boat and the next you were on a train to NYC. After getting thrown in jail with Emily, JJ, and Penelope during another night out, you all vowed to keep whatever happened during the night a secret from everyone, specifically Derek Morgan. Derek Morgan who had bailed all four of you out of jail, Derek Morgan who teased you relentlessly for weeks after.

After a long case, Emily suggested another girl’s night which all of you agreed on, desperately needing a celebratory drink after saving a little girl. It was around one in the morning when you got back to Quantico and though Aaron gave you the day off for tomorrow–or well, later today–all four of you decided to crash at Emily’s and drink to your heart’s content.

Popcorn and Hersey kisses lay on Emily’s coffee table, bottles of half-empty wine and jello shots litter the floor and you’re all giggling about whether to prank Derek by getting phone cases with a picture of him shirtless. You’re all on board and Penelope is getting them custom-made through a website she’s found.

“Speaking of Derek’s abs.” JJ drags the ‘s’ creating a hissing noise. She turns to you, grinning. “I’ve wanted to ask ever since you went to that Doctor Who convention with him. Do you like like Spence?”

You giggled, taking a small sip of wine, thinking about the genius. “Noooo. Spence is my friend. And he runs with his gun like it’s weighing him down. Besides, I only went to that Doctor Who convention because he went to see Barbie with me. He’s, like, too young for me, too.”

“He’s older than you.” Emily points out, smirking, knowing full well you liked older men. “He’s adorable and sweet.”

“Spencer is definitely cute and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t had a sex dream about him,” you confessed, smiling as the girls burst out laughing. “But he’s too … inexperienced. I like my men like I like my wine. Old.”

Your phone had been on mute since you entered the plane, not wanting to abruptly wake anyone up if they were resting, so not a single person in the room had heard your phone ringing or Aaron’s multiple “hello’s” trying to get your attention. All of you were oblivious to your boss listening in to the conversation.

“Is Rossi too old for you?” Penelope asked, inciting another round of giggles.

You nodded, finishing off your glass of wine. “Just a bit. I’ve seen pictures of him when he was in the Marines though, and I definitely would’ve been the fourth Mrs. Rossi back then.”

Emily cackled, a bit of red wine spilling from her full glass. “Okay, I have a question. Would you guys fuck Hotch for ten million dollars? Be honest here.”

“No!” both JJ and Penelope spit out. They all turned to you, grinning like madmen.

You shrugged, filling another glass. “I’d do it for three.”

“Damn, three million? That’s–“

“Nope,” you smirked, taking a sip.

Emily paused, head tilting in confusion. “Three … hundred thousand?”

“No.”

“Three thousand?”

You shake your head, grinning at the confused woman. “Nope.”

“Three hundred?”

“No.”

Emily’s eyes widened, jaw-dropping a little further as you denied her guesses. “Three dollars?”

“No.”

“THREE CENTS?” JJ was the one to shout, mouth dropping open when you giggled and nodded.

Penelope threw a pillow at you, and you giggled, dodging it, nearly spilling your drink in the process. “Hey! This is supposed to be a judge-free zone. I’d suck and fuck Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner for three measly cents.”

“Okay, I’d understand if you said Derek but Hotch?” Emily exclaimed, shaking her head at the thought. “He’s like twenty years older than you!”

“Exactly! That’s part of the appeal,” you replied. You were sure by tomorrow no one would remember your confession–though you were positive you wouldn’t either–and that they wouldn’t tease you too much over it. “He’s the literal definition of a DILF.”

The girls laughed at your words, JJ having to clutch onto a pillow to control herself.

“And!” you continue. “I was working out with Derek once and Hotch came in the gym with gray sweats and his dick looks humongous. It was a huge fucking bulge. I think I saw it twitching.”

Penelope slaps her hands over her ears, playfully grimacing at your words while Emily chugs the remains of her glass, absolutely baffled. You didn’t mind, sex and boys were common conversation topics during girl’s night (and sometimes when Emily would catch you making eyes at someone.

The rest of the night continued the same, though less talk about Hotch’s big dick and more on whether you all should make more jello shots. By the time you’re coming up with an answer, it’s five in the morning and all four of you are knocked out from the alcohol in your system. Even in your drunk state, you knew you’d wake up to a pounding headache.

When Derek calls in the morning, telling everyone about a new case, you’re all moody and grumpy. Hotch wanted everyone in even though he had given the day off, so no one was jumping for joy especially not in your hangover state.

Despite drinking the most, Emily drives the four of you back to the BAU, mumbling obscenities under her breath on the way. When you enter the elevator, Derek is there, causing all of you to groan at his presence. One look at you and he laughs loudly, knowing what had transpired the night before.

You wish you could shoot his foot.

In the briefing room, Hotch apologizes for having you all come in on your day off, pausing to glance at you before presenting the case. Truth be told, you hadn’t paid that much attention to it, your headache taking up your attention. Fire, serial arsonist, fifteen dead, Seattle.

“Wheels up in thirty,” Hotch announces, walking across the table. As the team filters out of the room, he calls your name. “In my office, please. I want to discuss something with you.”

Confused, you follow him to his office, pushing through your headache to think about what he could possibly want to speak to you about. You come up blank, even more confused when you see him lock the door to his office as you enter. “Did I do something wrong?”

Hotch shook his head, moving past you to his desk. He picks up something and turns around. In his hands are three pennies, and he’s holding them out to you. “Three cents.”

You’re getting deja vu on the words, and it’s not until several seconds of standing in silence and confusion that it clicks. Three cents. You blush, looking at the pennies. “I don’t understand.”

“You said you’d suck and fuck me for three cents,” he smirks at your shock, placing the coins in your hands.

“What–”

Hotch unbuckles his belt, causing you to stop mid-sentence. “You’ve got twenty-eight minutes to suck my cock. Get to work.”

[flrlgreen]

pure (toji fushiguro x virgin reader)

a/n; the toji thirst is never-ending

cw; fem reader, toji is in his early 40s, reader is a virgin, reader is in college, inexperienced reader, reader is in her early 20s (no older than 21), loss of virginity, baby trapping if you squint, reader has a vagina.

ꨄ dilf! toji fushiguro that decides to sign up for one of those sketchy meet and fuck websites that pop up in troves on those nasty porn sites.

ꨄ dilf! toji fushiguro that was a little apprehensive about meeting up with people from the site, but he was a man with needs after all. it’s been forever since he’s had a good fuck.

ꨄ dilf! toji fushiguro that lucks out when he meets you. a cute early 20s virgin girl that found herself on the nasty website desperate to lose her virginity to fit in with all of her friends.

ꨄ dilf! toji fushiguro that wastes no time messaging you and to his surprise you were legit and willing to meet up. and even better, you were just a few miles away.

ꨄ dilf! toji fushiguro that is surprised he hit it off with a woman almost 20 years his junior. and was even more surprised at just how sweet you were to him.

ꨄ dilf! toji fushiguro that invites you over to his place after you finish your evening classes to hook up.

“ah! fuck!” you cry out when the hot tip of toji’s cock kisses your cervix over and over again.

the way he has your legs damn near behind your ears allows him to go even deeper. his sharp thrusts make you babble and drool all over yourself. he was good and knew what he was doing. his thrusts had intent behind them and he knew the exact spots he needed to hit to make a woman feel good, especially a virgin.

toji seemed to be enjoying himself letting out a few breathy moans when your gummy walls squeeze and spasm around his thick cock.

“fuck mama. you’re so fuckin’ tight. tightest pussy i’ve ever had-” he groans, pulling almost completely out and slamming back into your warm heat.

the compliment goes straight to your core and you involuntarily clench around him once again. the fact that such an experienced older man would say such a thing made you feel warm inside.

“tojiiii~ feels so good- i feel weird- ah! in my tummy!” the pitch of your voice heightens towards the end of your sentence. the feeling in your stomach is something you can’t explain and have never felt before, but it felt good in a way you couldn’t quite describe to him without feeling embarrassed “yeah? feels weird?” toji says in a teasing tone, speeding up his thrusts. “that’s called an orgasm mama. am i making you feel that good?” he chuckles and kisses your cheek that’s now dampened with tears.

your doe eyes look into his emerald green ones while his cock pistons in and out of you. “t-toji! can’t hold back anymore-!” you whine arching your back and biting your lower lip. ‘don’t hold back mama. cum for me.” he hisses thrusting harder and deeper into your tight core.

he knew he wasn’t going to last long.

the way your poor abused cunt was milking his cock dry made him inch closer to the orgasm he desperately chased after. “tojiiii-” you sob while curling your toes when the knot in your stomach becomes too much to bare. your first ever orgasm washed over your body. the mere sight was too much and toji couldn’t last any longer.

“god- i’m cumming-” he lets out a loud groan and thrusts one last time into your cunt before emptying himself in your sensitive hole.

“‘m sorry baby, i came inside.” he sighs while pulling out his softening cock while a stream of white liquid flows out of your cunt. your legs finally rest for the first time that night when he places them on either side of him before leaning in to give you a kiss on the forehead. “i-it’s fine I don’t mind.” you smile knowing there was a possibility you could become pregnant with his child. <3

i didn’t know how to end this LMAO

[greekmythcomix]

EPIC vs The Odyssey - The Troy Saga infographic

Full infographic on main site - https://greekmythcomix.com/comic/epic-vs-the-odyssey-the-troy-saga/

Accompanying post with text - https://greekmythcomix.com/2024/07/22/epic-vs-the-odyssey-the-troy-saga-infographic/

I love EPIC the Musical, LOVE it, and have been following its progress for some time now.

A few weeks ago I was watching a video post where Jorge Rivera-Herrans was talking about how it’s not a direct retelling, and fans shouldn’t base their knowledge of the Odyssey on EPIC, especially if they’re at school.

SO I made this - an infographic explaining the differences.

Why? I’m going to be teaching the Odyssey again myself in September (for the 15th…16th time? I forget) and I’d love to introduce my students to EPIC… BUT I also want them to know the Odyssey well and not write the wrong thing in their exams (I used to teach English Lit too and remember well the Romeo and Juliet vs Baz Luhrman ‘no, they didn’t have helicopters’ essay debacle), hence this loving infographic series. I figure other teachers may get some use out of it too!

Full comic-infographic in a better-looking format (and a post containing all the text as it’s too long for ALT) is on the website - GreekMythComix.com (You’ll also find comics about Nostos, Xenia, and a big chunk of the Odyssey retold and explained for students!)

Now to go consume The Thunder Saga which I’ve been saving for the Summer Holidays!

EDIT: I’ve fixed it on the main site but can’t here: I’ve written Eumaeus instead of Eurylochus on the character scroll under Full Speed Ahead. Damn, too many Eury-prefixes!

[blaithnne]

Local big sister experiences emotions, more at 6

Been wanting to do one of these with Lauren for AGES, but I never got round to it. Then I saw the Lydia and Phinium expression sheets on @littledigits’ website and I felt inspiration like never before.

The funniest struggle I have with Lauren’s design right now is that she nose too big for she got damn face. Literally, Hilda characters noses take up a fairly small portion of their faces, and her’s took up WAY too much, leaving little room for her to make facial expressions. But I struggled to find a fix because when I made the nose smaller it just didn’t look like Lauren anymore, so I took this as an opportunity to work on that!

She still has a larger nose than most characters, starting higher up (like her grandad!) and ending lower down (but not quite as low as before). I also made her eyes a little smaller and with a shape similar to Lydia’s (though you can see in some of these I hadn’t quite landed on that yet and her eyes are a bit too big), which works both as a nod to her parentage and because I think it makes the nose look bigger. This still doesn’t leave as much room for the mouth as most other characters, but that’s okay — Lauren is a very private person who keeps her feelings close to her chest, I think it works for her to have subtler expressions, adds to how guarded she is! Oh and I also updated the shape of her hair slightly, just to make it a bit more style accurate.

These changes are pretty small on their own, but I think combined they work well to make Lauren feel a lot more…alive? Far less stiff, anyway. I think she also has a more unique facial structure now, instead of just “what if Johanna was 90% nose”. She’s still got a big old nose and I love it but now she can emote, yay!

This is really all just concept stuff, I’m hoping to get a new fullbody style-ref for Lauren out soon! Now that I’ve improved the main issues I had with her face in the last ref, now it’s onto the silhouette! I want her to read as more of a strong character (though it comes across decently in her current ref, I wanna push it more without being as exaggerated as Ahlberg, which is. A challenge for me lol), streamline her silhouette, and finally make her taller than Johanna like she’s always meant to have been <3 I made her shorter for so long because I thought it would help her read better as her daughter but you know what? That’s dumb actually, she’s tall.

ANYWAYS, thank you for listening in on the annual Lauren redesign, and to the artists behind the show for posting so much amazing inspiring show stopping concept work for free because it makes my autism worse /pos

[kingofbodyrolls]

BTS fic recs: December 2023

HAPPY NEW YEARS!! 🥳 May every single one of you lovely people out there have the best and brightest year to come ✨

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell, so minors dni.❗ 

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fic’s post 💜And if you want more fic recs you can follow me to stay updated 🙂

BTS fic rec index → May | Jun | Jul | Aug | Sep (jjk)(knj) | Oct (pjm) | Nov (*) | 💜 (ksj)(kth) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, personal favorites = 💯.

Namjoon

⭐Good Neighbor @sugaurora [0.7K] // knj x f.reader // neighbors!au, winter!au // 🥰🥰🥰

📝 Namjoon’s solitary tendencies versus the cookies. Spoiler: The cookies win.

🗨️ God, this was so fucking sweet 🥹 like sugary sweet fluffy fantastic! I loved it 💖 the way Namjoon just observes oc, and then helping her in the end 👏🏾 even though this is short, it’s fucking brilliant. The writing is just 😘😘 like I wished there was so much more, but I’m also so pleased with just what is 😌

⭐A Word from our Sponsors 💯 @ugh-yoongi [17.5K] // knj x f.reader // podcast!au, f2l, idiots to lovers  // 😂🥵🥰

📝 You’ve co-hosted a podcast with namjoon for three years; have known him even longer. the two of you have always been the picture of platonic, but that hasn’t stopped the internet from doing what the internet does. the shipping? a little weird at first, but you can understand it: two attractive twenty-somethings always in close proximity to one another, obvious (platonic!) chemistry—people have created ships for less. the fanfiction, though? also pretty funny… until you can’t stop thinking about it. 

🗨️ Okay. This. Was. Exceptional ✨🥹 I am slightly speechless, so this review might be short or long or just a rambling of my dainty thoughts. Here goes: it was amazing, seriously one of the best fics I’ve ever read 😭 everything just had that perfect flow, the writing was incredible, like I can’t even speak? The characters, out of this world fantastic ✨ the whole thing, just, perfect. Perfection. I don’t know what else to call it, sorry. The world building and tension was so fucking delicious I just ate it up! 😭 And their banter and chemistry was just off the charts amazing. Perfection. And it was so fucking hilarious too!! Many times I was just laughing or chuckling, like the lovesick fool I am 😂 it was definitely worth it to stay up late tonight to finish this masterpiece ✨ And them reading the fanfiction 💀 😂 priceless ✨👏🏾

Seokjin

⭐The IKEA Test by @yoon-bug [9.1K] // ksj x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰😂

📝 One review on IKEA’s website called the BRIMNES bed frame the leading cause of divorce due to its difficult assembly. You and Seokjin had laughed when you read it. Now, you weren’t so sure.

🗨️ Their banter and all the sexual innuendos are damn hilarious! I thoroughly enjoyed this very much 💜 

⭐I Don’t Think I’m Okay by @ressjeon [4K] // ksj x f.reader // slice of life, idiots to lovers!au, childhood friends!au // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 With many chances wasted, you couldn’t even resist anymore.

🗨️ A cute little Seokjin fic 🥰

⭐Turn Back Time 💯 by @raplinesmoon [13.3K] // ksj x f.reader // time travel!au // 🥵🥰🌩️😂

📝 After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?

🗨️ Seokjin’s childhood/school was just, ugh, I really felt heartache for thirteen year old Seokjin 🥹 So very common as a kid, to wish you’re older – and then it’s just not what he expected at all. I really loved it! There were a few times I was laughing so damn hard, times where I was shedding a few tears as well. Just, incredibly good; very well written, the story was captivating and motivating, just yeah, brilliant. (Sorry, I’m suddenly bad with words). I loved the ‘lessons’ he learned, and then having the luxury (I’m using that word because we don’t have that irl) of going back to his childhood (almost like starting over) and damn it was good 👏💯

Yoongi

⭐Sinful Lust [series; ongoing] 💯 by @oddinary4bts [wordcount loading…] // myg x jjk x f.reader // established relationship, bisexual boyfriend!Yoongi, slice of life // 🥵🌩️

📝In an attempt to spice up your bedroom life with your boyfriend Min Yoongi, you suggest bringing another man into the action. Yoongi seems reluctant at first, but when you mention his friend Jeon Jungkook, he can’t deny his attraction. All that’s left to do is to convince Jungkook into participating…

🗨️  Holy 😱 😱 😱 this is just completely unadulterated sin 🥵🫣 I can not describe how much I love this fic! It has A LOT of angst and at times it’s just sad reading how each character falls apart 😭 it’s amazing! If you’re into stories that will have you question your own morals and who to root for, this is for you 💖

⭐In Between the Pages of You [series; ongoing] @unique-high [wordcount loading…] // myg x f.reader // s2l // 🥰😂🌩️

📝 Yoongi fell in love with you. A girl he had never even met before. Knew everything that you were made up of within 96 pages of a worn red journal with a nirvana sticker on front, with coffee and tea-stained pages that also smelled of lilacs and summer. 

🗨️ I can already tell that this story will be amazing; it’s so sweet, cute and tender. The storyline/idea is really cute and fluffy, like who wouldn’t love that?? 😭 And as someone who wrote countless journals as a teen, this one just hits differently. It’s so cute and the concept is gold 💜 I really, really look forward to reading the next chapters and what Yoongi will uncover of OC through her journal. And if he can return it to her sometime and they meet! 🥹

⭐F*ck Christmas 💯 @sailoryooons [23.4K] // myg x f.reader // f2l // 🥰🥵

📝 Making hating Christmas your entire personality was never the plan. Then again, it seems bad things only ever happen around Christmas - like discovering your fiancé cheating on you, forcing you to move back to your sleepy hometown. But Min Yoongi happens to love Christmas, and if there is one thing your very stubborn childhood crush is going to do, it’s try to reignite your Christmas spirit. Even if he has to force-feed it to you with gingerbread cookies and too-sweet eggnog. 

🗨️ Gosh, I remember reading this sometime last year and it was perfection - it still is! ✨ It’s so so so fucking good. If you haven’t read it, please do so 🥹 it’s also one of the best Christmasy fics 💜

Hoseok

⭐Ho Ho Horrible 💯 @ugh-yoongi [5.6K] // jhs x f.reader // e2l, neighbor!au, holiday!au // 🥵🥰😂

📝 (or, the one where your neighbor is a relentless christmas caroler and refuses to take a hint, but at least he's really hot.)

🗨️ No– this was just so freaking cute! 😭 Like fluffy cute and also extremely funny, just what I love. I loved this so much 💜 OC’s friendship with Tae, their banter was 💯 and then with Hobi, just so so good! It was so cute and OC’s internal dialogue is just funny 😂A really cute holiday themed Hoseok fic that I can’t recommend enough!!!! Everything was just great. Had me smiling and giggling a few times – please go read it 🥹💜

⭐Started with a Sparkle, now we’re on Fire @the-boy-meets-evil [6.5K] // jhs x f.reader // f2l // 🥵

📝 You're feeling self conscious about your recent break-up and hoseok is more than happy to teach you a thing or two.

🗨️ Really really good! I really liked it 💜 I really loved how both sweet and demanding Hoseok was, guiding oc through everything.

Jimin

⭐Couchsurfer 💯 @heartbeatan [6K] // pjm x f.reader // s2l // 🥵🥰

📝 This was left intentionally blank 🫥

🗨️ Omg this was so fucking good! 💯 First, really well written and the pacing was lovely, even though it’s short and one night they spend together 🥹 the build up of their tension and their chemistry was off the charts! So impeccably done! Fuck. I loved it ✨ it’s insane how good this story is and Jimin is just so sweet, romantic and nasty 🥵 I can’t tell you how turned on I got by the description of how Jimin handled OC, like damn 🥵 this is so fucking good, please don’t sleep on the this beauty 💖 Normally, I’m not one for one night stands, because I catch feelings for the characters, but this has a lovely ending that I loved - so fucking good!

Lol. Can not stop screaming about this one. Please go read it, fuck. PLEASE 😌 ✨

⭐Paper Hearts @namfinessed [9K] // pjm x f.reader // f2l, college!au // 🥰

📝 hearts fragile like paper, tear it or don’t?

🗨️ I think it is both cute and heartwarming, with their foolishness and stubbornness towards each other. I loved how the fic becomes full circle with the description of love by both Jimin and reader and then again at the end - really, really beautiful! 😍 I really loved this, it was well written, their friendship and love really shined through too! If you haven’t read this one yet, you really should 💜

Taehyung

⭐The Wannabe-Photographer Chronicles [series] by @gimmethatagustd [14K] // kth x f.reader // frenemies to lovers // 🥵

📝 You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s hipster, wannabe-photographer ass. You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s stupid smile and stupid jokes and stupid way of getting under your skin and sticking in your brain.

🗨️ At first I did not realize that this was a series, therefore I’ve linked to the masterlist, lol. Anyway, this series is just so fucking hot, like WHAT 🥵 There’s a lot of banter and their mutual ‘hatred’ for each other just makes this hit incredible hard. Really amazing ✨

⭐Loverboy 💯 by @kookslastbutton [7.1K] // kth x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 After a startling conversation with your coworkers, you start feeling insecure about your sexual prowess. You don't initiate as much, you haven't worn lingerie yet, and you're still timid about doing much seducing with your body–are you giving your boyfriend boring sex? Taehyung reassures you that you are perfect and have nothing to worry about.

🗨️ These coworkers gotta go, okay?! 😠🤣 Planting seeds of doubt in OC’s head, no, no. Tae to the rescue!! He is so sweet in this too, yes a real ‘loverboy’ 😍 Gosh and then best friend Jimin - that was just pure gold, their relationship and how he helps OC 🥹 That is friendship goals!! A sweet, loving and comforting Taehyung fic - I loved it ✨

⭐Hush, yeah? [series; ongoing/hiatus] by @kithtaehyung [wordcount loading…] // kth x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au, music festival!au // 🥵

📝 Who knew an innocent accident could turn things so dirty..

🗨️ Pure gold ✨ — I don’t really have much to say, except GO READ IT.

⭐Under wraps by @jungkxook [15K] // kth x f.reader // e2l, fake dating // 🥵🥰

📝 There’s nothing you and taehyung seem to hate more than each other - except for christmas. having recently been dumped by your (now ex) boyfriend only seems to make this holiday even worse. but when taehyung suggests that you should pretend to be dating each other to save you both the embarrassment, pity, and bothersome questions from family and friends alike for a fun carefree month of celebrations, you can’t possibly say no.

🗨️ I just love me some good enemies to lovers AU 🥵 the relationship between OC and tae is really good, I think the tension between them was well built 👏🏾 I loved how their relationship unfolded and grew through their fake dating 🥹 the way OC realized she had feelings for him, but he had showed her before in his subtle moves, how much more he relaxed in her presence. I loved the interaction between oc and tae’s parents too, the way that they could obviously tell that OC was head over heels 😂 ah just, It was really really good! It was funny, it was comforting, and such a lovely read around Christmas! And the smut was sweet and tender (also hot!) 😍 a really great fic that I’ll add to my Christmas re-reads for years to come ✨ I loved it! Please go read it if you haven’t already 🥹

⭐Somebody Else 💯 by @jamaisjoons [4.2K] // kth x f.reader ft. yoongi // established relationship + post break up!au // 🥵🌩️

📝 Yoongi doesn’t want you anymore. but he can’t stand watching you with someone else. 

🗨️ Holy s– 🥵 I don’t even know where to begin with this one! It’s really good and the that is mainly from Yoongi’s pov makes it truly special – he is observing them and damn is it hot 🥵 Aish, really good 💯

Jungkook

Nothing this month 😞 — I AM SO SORRY that I haven’t read any with JK this month (though he is featuring in some with the other members). My JK ‘to read’ list is the LONGEST imao 😂 I’ll hopefully do better next month – but you can always check my Jungkook Library 💜

I have spend most of December being on holiday/time off, which gave me a lot of time to write my own stuff, which in the end gave me less time to read 😣 But it’s all good! I loved getting some stories and thoughts out of my head and now there’s space to read and obsess over other’s stories again 😀

Borahae 💜

[visionarymode]

Tension

✧ warnings: smut, language, 18+

✧ pairing: jimmy uso x female reader

✧ word count: 3,748

“Daaaaamn girl let me get your number,” she heard a man’s voice echo from behind her. She rolled her eyes continuing to walk down the parking lot eager to find her car. 

“Not interested!” she called out. 

“Shut me down that fast I’m hurt for real.” 

She furrowed her brows somewhat recognizing the familiar voice. She turned around to see Jimmy walking in her direction. He was wearing a black long sleeve and black shorts, carrying his duffel bag. He had 2 braids in and his chain shined in the dim lights surrounding the empty parking lot. He shot her a confused look as he held his hand to his chest. 

“You killed my self esteem right then and there,” he exaggerated.

She giggled from his sarcastic remark and felt a huge weight lift off her shoulders knowing it wasn’t a random man trying to pick her up this late at night. 

“I didn’t know it was you,” she expressed feeling her cheeks flush. Jimmy was always someone that caused butterflies to flutter in her stomach…and other places just from his perfect smile or playful comments. Their lighthearted flirting whenever they were in each others presence very much didn’t help that situation. 

“Oh, that changes your answer then?” he asked with an eyebrow raise as he reached her proximity to embrace her for a hug. She hugged back, wrapping her arms around his neck, his heavenly aroma filling her nostrils from his cologne. Every time Jimmy hugged her he would leave his hang lingering on her lower back for a few seconds longer when they both pulled back. The action was so little but the tingles that spread through her body from his touch were so…big. 

“You leavin’?” he asked. 

“Yeah, if I can ever find my car or a damn hotel room. Everything’s booked,” she sighed looking around for her car again. 

“I’ve been looking for one too. None of these-“ he was cut off as drops of rain started to hit their heads. 

“Oh fuck,” you huffed. 

“Forget your car for now. C’mon,” he grabbed her hand and initiated for her to pick up the pace as the rainfalls became steadier and heavier. He quickly unlocked his car and they both got in as quick as they could. They were both completely soaked, panting in the quiet and dark space as the forceful rain loudly tapped on the windshield, breaking the silence. 

“Even the damn rain don’t want us to talk,” he playfully huffed. 

“Maybe it was a sign,” she suggested with a laugh. 

“Yeah, what kinda sign?” She felt his piercing gaze on her and turned her head to meet it. He ran his hand over his wet beard and licked his lips, a slight smirk creeping on them. She knows that he felt the exact tantalizing tension she was feeling between the both of them. The same tension that was always present whenever they both crossed paths or were in the same room together. But both of them never acted on it. Maybe it was hesitancy. Maybe it was nervousness. Maybe it was the thought that if anything did ever happen, it would ruin a great friendship. So that tension continued playing with their heads as they let it take over. 

She was scrolling and scrolling through the holiday inn website and managed to find an available standard room, with only one king sized bed. 

“Okay I found one, but it seems to be the only one,” she expressed as she turned her phone towards him. The bright light of her phone accentuated his features and those butterflies rushed back in her body. He licked his lips as his pretty brown eyes wandered along the descriptive words of the hotel room. 

“This is nice as hell. Let’s just book it for the both of us,” he suggested handing her back her phone. They both looked at each other and she could’ve sworn the sound of her thudding heart was about to expose itself. 

“What you think?” he asked when she didn’t respond. She snapped back into reality and grabbed her phone to book the room. 

“I guess I’ll have to settle for you,” she playfully replied as she started filling out the details. 

“Settle? Nah, this right here is the best roommate you’re ever gonna have.” He pronounced as he started the car and put it in reverse. 

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When they got to the hotel they checked in and headed up the elevator to their room. She used her key card to unlock the door as Jimmy followed behind her. 

“It’s pretty nice, right?” she asked turning to him. 

“Hell yeah! Look at this big ass TV,” he remarked. She giggled as he acted like a  show girl presenting the winning prize. They set their luggage to the side and charged their phones because of their batteries running low. 

“Whew, okay. I’m gonna shower real quick,” she stated grabbing some clothes out her suitcase. 

“Go ‘head. I’ll go after you. You up for a movie?” he asked plopping himself onto the bed. 

“Yes!” she replied as she watched him turn on the TV. She locked the bathroom door and sighed, feeling many emotions at once. She’s hung out with Jimmy a bunch of times…so why does this time feel so different? 

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They both showered and snuggled up in the dark as the tv screen brightened the room. She had on a pair of gray short shorts and a cropped sweater. Jimmy settled for a black t shirt & shorts. He surprised her with glasses of tequila sunrise to spice up their little movie night. The movie continued playing in the background as drinks kept pouring over the hour. They were both fairly drunk and ended up steering away from the movie twenty minutes in to start a conversation about the next night and what they both had scheduled. 

“Ooh! I got some new gear for tomorrow. I’m so excited to wear it,” she exclaimed remembering that the seamstress made special white & blue gear for her hometown appearance tomorrow night. 

“Now you gotta show me,” he said taking another sip of his drink. 

“I have a picture hold on.” 

She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and laid back next to him as their arms touched from the closeness. He moved it to reposition it around her shoulder, looking on as she pulled up the pictures in her camera roll. 

“Okay so this is the front…” she showed him. 

“Damn, that’s nice as hell.” he hyped as he tickled her shoulder. 

“And then this is the- oh shit.” She swiped the wrong way and thankfully he didn’t notice the scandalous mirror picture she took earlier in the day in her red lingerie because of her quick reflexes. 

“Now wait, what was that?” He eagerly asked with a grin on his face. 

“Nothing, wrong picture. This is the back-“ 

“Nah, now I’m curious let me see what it was.” He sat up chugging the rest of his glass till it was empty.

“Jimmy drop it,” she giggled and reciprocated his action, finishing her drink to set it on the table. As soon as she set it down, he suddenly snatched her phone from her hand. 

“Jimmy?!” she gasped and quickly turned her head back to him dropping her jaw while he was laughing. 

“I wanna see what you hiding up in here,” he held the phone above his head trying to return to the photo album. 

“It was nothing just give me my phone!” she tried to grab it out of his left hand but he held it out of reach on the other side of the bed as he extended his right arm. The pictures of her gear came back up and his thumb motioned to swipe to the left close to revealing the selfie. She jumped on top of him, practically straddling him but she was too tipsy to acknowledge the position and instead focused on getting her phone back. 

“Jimmy I swear if you don’t give me it-“ 

“You’ll what?” he asked. His eyes locked with hers before he glanced at her lips. She didn’t even notice his other hand resting on her thigh until his thumbs started caressing them. She felt her pussy skip a beat from his touch and those enticing brown eyes that glinted with…hunger. 

“J-Just give it,” she stammered holding out her hand. He sighed and nodded, trying to act like he was hurt from her secrecy. She didn’t mean to laugh out loud at his pouty reaction, but he quickly reacted and dropped his jaw.

“Oh what’s funny now?” 

“Nothing,” she giggled.

“You know what-“ 

“No wai-“ she paused as her picture popped up and his eyes slightly widened, almost in awe. 

“God…damn.” he whistled. He intently looked at her in admiration. 

“Jimmy!” she whined with embarrassment, nudging him in the chest. 

“Whatchu’ embarrassed about? Being fine as hell?” he asked looking at her like she were out of her mind. The abrupt comment caught her off guard and as much as she tried to hide her smile, it was irresistible. 

“Yeah, you know you fine as hell,” he grinned at her eye rolling. 

“Can I have my phone back?” she asked feeling her cheeks burning up. 

“What’s the magic word?” 

“Jimmy-“ 

“EH. Wrong answer,” he imitated the sound of a buzzer and laughed at her annoyance. She sighed, trying her best to prevent a laugh. 

“Please, can I have my phone back?” she asked holding out her hand once again. 

He kept a fixed look on her, subtly peering up and down her body straddling his. She watched as he locked her phone and set it down on the nightstand. She furrowed her brows in confusion but didn’t have time to wonder about his actions before he grabbed her extended hand to dab her up. 

“My bad,” he apologized not taking his eyes off her. She felt her heart pounding as their hands were still interlocked from the handshake. 

“It’s okay…” she hesitantly whispered, staring right back at his captivating eyes. 

“Let me make it up to you.” The hand that rested on her thigh snaked its way up to her hip to delicately grip it. She felt a thrill shoot down her spine at the gesture, her panties getting damper by the second. The sexual tension and alcohol in her system were clashing and bombarding her senses.

“Oh yeah?” she challenged using her free hand to play with the hem of his shirt. 

“Mhm…” he responded, licking his lips. He took advantage of their intertwined hands to pull her into him as he planted a soft, passionate kiss on her lips. She grabbed his face and effortlessly kissed back, feeling the bulge in his shorts and responded by grinding on him. He softly moaned and ran his hands over her ass before squeezing it to deepen the grind. The kiss became sloppier as their tongues danced in each others mouths. They both fought over whose tongue to suck as she continued grinding on his growing bulge, her drunk and horny feelings taking over her body. 

“You drive me crazy…you know that?” he whispered. She gasped as he smacked her ass followed by a hard grope. He started dragging his tongue down her neck and swirled it in circles. Her head fell back from his wet and warm tongue taking its time sucking on her sweet spots. His fingers grazed her waist, instantly erupting with goosebumps from the contact as he lifted her cropped sweater top above her head.

“My bad…” she drunkly professed at her failed but purposeful attempt at wearing a bra. He cupped her breasts in his hands, smirking at her comment before sliding his tongue back in her mouth. He wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her left thigh closer to his waist as he slowly lapped at her nipple. 

“Fuuuck…” she moaned as he sucked on it while twiddling the other nipple with his thumb. 

“This is what you were hidin’ from me?” he mumbled as a loud and wet smack was heard from his aggressive sucking. He continued sliding his tongue up, down, and around her breasts as she continued to grind on him. He dragged his tongue from her breasts back up to her neck and reached her lips as they both moaned in unison, desperate for more gratification. He slipped his hand in her shorts and ran his fingers over her damp panties, causing a shaky moan to fall from her mouth. 

“You’re so wet for me, huh?” he asked as he continued to teasingly run his digits up and down her drenched panties.

“Yeah…” she mumbled against his lips as she rocked her hips, her mind spinning uncontrollably longing more of him.

“I want this pussy in my mouth,” he vocalized in a deep, low voice. He took his hand out her shorts and flipped her on her back to get on top of her. She bit her bottom lip as her legs struggled to stay still watching him take his tee off, exposing his tanned and tattooed body. He licked his lips as he hovered over her, running his hands up her legs, waist and back up to her breasts to squeeze them. He left sloppy pecks down her neck and stomach and watched her squirm as he pulled her shorts off.

“Jimmy…” she whined as he once again teased his fingers over her panties that were completely soaked. He ignored her whines and slowly ran his tongue over her panties. 

“Whatchu’ want? Hm?” he toyed, his fingertips tugging at the hem of her panties. 

“Stop playing and let me cum in your mouth…” she finally let out and without hesitancy he slipped her panties off her, snatching her legs to the edge of the bed to place her thighs on his shoulders. He stared her down as he split open her drenched folds with his thumb and forefinger as he licked up her wetness. 

“Oh fuuuuuck…” she loudly moaned as he started gliding his tongue up and down her entrance. 

“Fuck…” he groaned between licks. “You taste so damn good…” 

She felt like she was floating from pleasure as her eyes shut from his savage tongue tracing her pussy. He started flicking it at a viscous pace causing her back to arch. 

“J-Jimmy…” she stutteringly moaned as he swirled his tongue around her clit before enclosing his lips around it. He continued to suck on it as he rubbed his two middle fingers up and down her slick opening. Her arms started clutching at the sheets above her head as he slipped in his fingers causing her to suck in a sharp breath. 

“Oh my god…” she cried out clutching her thighs around his head. The sound of his sloppy coated fingers pumping in and out of her matched the frantic pace of his tongue sucking on her clit. 

“Fuuuuuuck…I’m gonna cum” she loudly moaned feeling her high intensify. 

“Yeah?” he tauntingly asked over the loud sloshes of his finger fucking. 

“Cum for me baby…” he breathed against her lower lips as he slowly retracted his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, dipping it in and out of her hole as her loud cries filled the room. She grabbed his head to help her grind against his tongue as she felt her orgasm take over her entire body. Her legs started shaking as she released in his mouth, her cum dribbling down her thighs and his beard. He growled as he slurped and licked every ounce of her juices. He kept his mouth on her pussy and let her ride out the rest of her high. He dragged his fingers up and down her thighs, slowing down the pace of his tongue as he watched her completely blissed out with her mouth parted open. 

“Holy…shit.” she breathed out. 

He chuckled and gently set her thighs back down on the edge of the bed as she watched him stand back up. His beard glistened with her cum causing her to smirk. 

“What’s your pretty ass smiling about?” he crawled on top of her to kiss her as she tasted her nectar mixed with his saliva.  

“Didn’t know your tongue was that dangerous…” she grinned against his lips, scooting back up the bed to lay her head on the pillow. That orgasm was so powerful that she felt drunker than she was before he ate her out. 

“You ain’t seen dangerous yet…” he expressed in a low and growly tone, crawling up the bed following her. His fingers found themselves back down to her slick folds. He scooped up her drippy mess and sucked it off his fingers as she held back her moan at the sight. 

“Yeah?” she asked wrapping her finger around his chain that dangled across her chest. 

“Mmm,” he moaned back as she fondled with the bulge in his shorts with her lower leg. 

“Show me how dangerous Jim Uso can be then,” she cooed pulling his chain with her forefinger bringing him back down to her lips. He slipped his tongue in her mouth as she sucked on it. He took off his shorts and boxers revealing his long, hard, pretty tanned dick. She bit her lip at the pre cum dripping down his slit as he wrapped his hand around his length to stroke himself. 

“Jim Uso don’t play…” he whispered as he grabbed her throat. She softly whimpered as he slowly teased his tip up and down her entrance, their juices mixing together as he spread it across her hole. He slipped his length inside of her with ease as they both moaned in unison. He thrusted himself inside her at a steady pace, as she wrapped her legs around his waist. 

“Why the fuck we ain’t do this sooner?” he groaned against her lips. Her mouth fell open from her loud whine as he started to pick up the speed. 

“Mmmmm my god,” she cried grasping his shoulders. 

“You like this dick, huh baby?” he moaned to her, massaging her inner walls with his thick dick.

“Yeeeeees oh fuck,” she screamed as he hurriedly buried himself in her, her walls fluttering around his dick. 

“You’re so sexy…” he purred in her ear as his moan followed pursuit, rumbling her senses as landed on cloud nine. She felt heat rush through her body at his low and pretty moan, causing her to wrap her arms around his neck, their sweaty warm bodies sticking like magnets. He took that as an opportunity to abruptly scoop her up onto his lap before turning on his back. He wrapped his arms around her warm and glistening body as he started pumping her, the loud sound of his balls hitting her ass cheeks with each thrust. 

“Jim-Jimmy…” she cried out. He cupped her ass with his hands for extra leverage continuing to fill up her walls with his long length. She felt her vision get blurry as her breath hitched in her throat from the loud sobs. 

“Fuck…moan my name again…I love that shit,” he groaned as he spanked her ass most likely leaving a red print.

“Jimmy…oh my gooooood” she whined over and over feeling shockwaves build up in her body. 

“This tight…pretty pussy…of yours…is what’s dangerous…” he moaned as the loud wet sounds of their bodies collided  between each set of words. 

“I’m-I’m gonna c-cum…” she struggled to get out as she felt light headed feeling every inch of his dick pile driving into her. 

“Yeah? Milk this dick baby…” 

“I want you to cum inside me daddy…” she confessed in his ear so he could hear her over the loud and reckless smacking of his soaked dick hitting her g spot. He smirked as he spread open her ass to deepen his viscous thrusts. She felt her vision and hearing get completely blinded as her climax crept up on her. Her walls spasmed and contracted one final time as she released and coated his dick, feeling heat pooling her lower back. He watched her eyes roll to the back of her head as she let out one final cry from her orgasm, resulting in him reciprocating her actions and cumming inside of her. 

“Fuck, baby…” he tightly gripped her ass as he thrusted one slow and final time emptying his seed inside of her. He let her ride him for another minute as she came down from her high. They looked at each other in disbelief, not knowing they could ever experience such wild and crazy sex with each other like they just did. All those years filled with unspoken tension and electrifying eye exchanges built up...to this. 

“Oh…my god,” she blurted out with a raspy tone, sitting up on his lap. He grinned at her, gently massaging her thighs as she moved her hair out of her face. She slowly lifted her body as he pulled out, another groan escaping their mouths. He got up to grab towels from the bathroom and helped her wipe their splattered mess from her inner thighs.

“That was hot as fuck…” he expressed, looking up at her. His forehead and chest glistened with sweat and so did her body as she felt a tiny drop fall down her chest. He laid back down on the bed and wrapped an arm around her to pull her close. 

“Told you I’m the best roommate you’ll ever have,” he said breaking the silent sound of their breathing. She covered her mouth from laughing, still shocked that they just fucked like wild animals. 

“Whatchu’ laughing about now?” he chuckled. 

“I can’t believe we just did that…” she turned to him. 

“I can’t believe we just now did that,” he replied as he caressed her cheek with his thumb. 

“Only…now?” she playfully asked tracing her finger around his chest tattoos. 

“Nah…It’s gonna happen again,” he vocalized grabbing her leg to wrap around his waist. He ran his hand up and down her thigh as they laid cuddled while the movie credits started rolling.

“Damn we fucked throughout this whole movie?” she shockingly asked followed by a giggle. 

“Our movie was waaaaay better,” he remarked snaking his hand around her ass to grab it. He cupped her jaw as he planted a soft kiss on her lips. 

“So…sequel then?” she mumbled against his mouth. 

“Sequel? I’m trying to create a whole franchise with you…” 

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A little prompt-based fluff for you guys :) Reed and Greyson go out to dinner, but Reed realizes something is up when Greyson won't shut tf up lol. I'm loving writing this relationship, I can't lie, so sorry if it's too much Reed and Greyson lately - I'll get back to my other guys soon!

1.6K words (just a tiny lil blip of a story haha) CW: Male snz, coughing, fever, contagion mention. Hope you like it :)

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Reed looked down at his phone as he waited on Greyson, rereading the stream-of-consciousness texts his boyfriend had sent throughout the day.

Greyson

1:42PM

sooo pumped for tonight bb :)

1:56PM

should I wear a suit…? I know it’s a new spot but the website definitely reads ‘fine dining’, like fine-er than most of my clothes know how to be...

2:24PM

I think I’ll do dark jeans & a black button up. johnny cash style. cant go wrong w that. hahah.

3:17PM

I know ur working still but im just really excited to see you:):)

It was cute – borderline adorable – how nervous Greyson seemed for their dates, even after almost a year of the two of them being together. Reed had, of course, answered Greyson’s plethora texts throughout the day, but had tried to keep himself subdued so he wouldn’t give away his hand; tonight, he was going to ask Greyson to move in with him.

He knew it was a bit of a long time coming, but Reed was really trying to keep from scaring Greyson off by doing anything too quickly. His boyfriend certainly had a bit of past-relationship trauma that Reed tried valiantly to navigate; it was hard to figure out what the right time to do anything was. Sometimes, he wasn’t sure there was ever going to be a right time to push their relationship to the next level. But things had been good lately; like, really good. Tonight felt… right.

Greyson’s presence was palpable before Reed even saw him blow through the door. He looked up from his phone and clocked his boyfriend, standing out side the restaurant with his elbow locked over his face; Reed cocked his head a bit, confused. Was he… coughing?

The chef, clad in the Johnny-Cash-getup he’d promised, shook himself out before pushing the door to the restaurant open. He pawed at his nose with the back of his hand while asking the hostess to point Reed out – she gestured towards their table, and Greyson smiled when the two of them locked eyes. Reed waved, smiling back. Something was certainly… off.

“Sorry I’m late, baby,” Greyson said, kissing the top of Reed’s head before sitting across from him. “The fuckin’ train was running late again.”

“I’ve told you a million times I’ll come pick you up for dates,” Reed said, squeezing Greyson’s hand across the table. “You don’t always have to take the train.”

Greyson shrugged, smiled a little loopily. “I like the train,” he said, picking up his menu and squinting at the small font. “Lots of time to think. I’ve come up with my best dishes on the subway, I’m pretty sure; you remember that tart I made for the writer’s dinner, the one where we saw each other for the second time? Came up with that on the train. I was sitting next to this girl, probably a student, and she was eating one of those little egg tarts, the ones from the Japanese bakeries? I thought, damn I bet a root vegetable in one of those would fuckin’ slay – spoiler alert, it so did. Where would I have come up with that if not for the train? Plus, it’s one of the most sustainable ways to travel. I get my good karma for not actively killing the environment in. Win-win. What’re we eat – HTSHH! NXTSHH!” Greyson’s explosion of word vomit was very suddenly cut off to stifle two painful-sounding sneezes into the back of his hand.

Reed blinked for what was maybe the first time since his boyfriend sat down. “...bless,” he said after a beat. Greyson nodded, sniffled a little, and picked the menu back up.

“What’s this place’s thing anyway?” Greyson continued, flipping the menu over to look at drinks. “I can’t seem to figure it out; are they Italian? Mediterranean? Fine dining? Just high-end? No tasting menu, but prices are high enough to warrant one. Wine list reads very Italian, but there are like three dishes with hummus on them? I’m half-expecting to be served babaganoush bolognese. Which… maybe would work? Actually, eggplant, tomato sauce… I could see it working. You never know. Can’t judge a book by its menu, right? What’re you drinking? Want to get a bot -?”

This second monologue was cut short when Reed reached across the table to place a gentle hand on Greyson’s face. Just as he expected: hot.

“Babe,” Reed said gently, taking his hand back, “you’re burning up.”

The chef cast his glance down, embarrassed. “You weren’t supposed to figure that out till after dinner,” he muttered. Reed laughed.

“Seriously? You had to know I’d figure something was up. You’ve been monologing since the moment you sat down. Have you been sick all day? You should’ve told me, honey. How much cough medicine did you take before you showed up here?”

Greyson looked up at Reed and gave him a little half-smile. “Pretty sure I downed half a bottle of Robutusssin, not gonna liiii – hh! HhNXTSHH-ue! Huh-TSHH-ue!” Once again, Greyson attempted to stifle, to no avail. He allowed himself two painful little coughs before righting himself again.

“Bless you,” Reed said again. “I wish you would just sneeze normal, that always sounds so painful.”

“We’re in a restaurant,” Greyson said, a huskiness beginning to creep in to his voice. “That’s so gross.”

Reed rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. Who cares? No one’s looking at us. They’re too busy with their many, many hummuses.”

A laugh bubbled out of Greyson, and with it came a flurry of congested coughs he directed into the sleeve of his shirt. “Don’t mbake me laugh,” he muttered, taking a drink of water. “You’re gonna get us kicked out.”

“Good,” Reed said, flagging the waiter. “I’m so sorry,” he said when the young, well-dressed server came to their table, “something’s come up and we’re going to have to go.” He handed the kid a fifty. “Thank you for your help.”

The server nodded, said thank you to Reed, and went to grab the two men’s jackets. Greyson raised an eyebrow, confused. “What’re you doing?”

“Taking you home,” Reed said. “You need tea and soup, not…” he glanced back down at the menu, “fattoush flatbread.” Greyson visibly deflated.

“I wanted to spend the evening with you,” he said, his voice subdued. “I’m sorry. I should’ve called and canceled, I just… I mbiss you when we don’t see each other all week. You’re always busy, I’mb always busy, it just fucking sucks. I don’t even know how I got fucking sick… oh wait, yes I do. Elijah had a cold last week – was that last week? Did I tell you that? I can’t remember. I think the servers gave it to him. Fuckin’ servers, I’ve never met a group of people who get sick mbore than theehh – huh! Fuck – HUHETSHHH-ue! Huh-! HhITSZZZCH-ue!” Greyson folded in half, his torso practically beneath the table in an attempt to keep the entire restaurant from hearing him. It was, of course, at that moment that the server returned with their coats. Reed took them silently, and stood to gather his boyfriend, who slowly unfurled himself from his own lap.

“Bless you,” he said, gently helping Greyson to his feet and slipping his coat over his shoulders. He lead the two of them past the host stand and onto the sidewalk, where he turned Greyson to face him.

“First of all,” he said, sweeping Greyson’s hair out of his eyes and caressing his cheek, “I know a subset of people who get sick more than servers, and it’s chefs. You and all your chef buddies are pestilence incarnate because you work nine hundred hours a week.” This prompted a little laugh from Greyson. Perfect, thought Reed. Break the tension.

“Secondly, yes, you did tell me that Elijah was sick, and I told you, and I quote, ‘Don’t get too close, I know you two love to share a cold’, but I know you don’t like to listen to authority, so not sure what I expected.” Another laugh. Greyson pushed his hair back, rubbed his nose, and pulled Reed in to hug him. Reed continued from this spot, pressed into Greyson’s shoulder.

“And thirdly,” he said, “I miss you too. All the time. Which is why I asked you out tonight.” He pulled away, reached into his pocket, and dropped a key into Greyson’s palm. “I don’t want to miss you anymore. I don’t want you to have to take the train from Brooklyn every single night, I don’t want us to hang out once a week, I don’t want to drop you at your apartment to take care of yourself. I want to see you when I wake up every morning. I want to hear you sneak in at three AM after you and Matt go clubbing. I want to take care of you, at home, when you’re sick.” Reed smiled, a little embarrassed, as Greyson stared at the key. “Move in with me,” Reed said. “Please.”

Greyson’s mouth opened, then shut without words a couple of times before he looked Reed in the eyes. “Yes,” he said, nodding. “Okay. Yes. Yes, please.”

Reed felt a smile bloom on his face, huge, goofy, unashamed. He took Greyson’s face in his hands and planted a kiss on his lips. Greyson held his boyfriend by the waist, then picked him up to spin him around. “I love you,” Greyson muttered into Reed’s mouth.

“I love you more,” Reed said, smiling. Greyson turned away then, suddenly to -

“HRRSHH-ue! HhhITSHZZCH-ue!” he sneezed away from his boyfriend, which prompted a laugh from Reed.

“Probably too late for that nicety,” Reed joked, elbowing Greyson playfully. The chef huffed out a laugh and rolled his eyes.

“I figured sneezing directly into your face would probably kill the moment,” he said, sniffling. “But I’ll go ahead and just do it next time.”

“Oh, shut up,” Reed laughed, kissing Greyson again. “C’mon. Let’s get you home and in bed. Sickie.”

Greyson smiled a little. “Yeah,” he said, looping his arm into Reed’s. “Let’s go home.”

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Every time I phone in sick, I think about that one kid who came into school bright green. Must’ve been ill as hell. I could never 

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🐝noneofyourbeezwax Follow

Sasquatch this kappacrawler that. There’s only one cryptid I care about and that’s my neighbour’s cat. That thing ain’t a cat. It’s bright yellow and it stares into my soul

🚫nonononope Follow

That’s normal cat behaviour

🐝noneofyourbeezwax Follow

DID YOU MISS THE PART WHERE I SAID BRIGHT YELLOW

🐝noneofyourbeezwax Follow

No I don’t have any pictures. Stop asking. Damn not-cat keeps vanishing into thin air

🫂glompglomp Follow

Tf is a kappacrawler

🐺wendigo-watcher Follow

Local New York conspiracy. Scuttles around sewers, on roofs, steals your children (maybe)

🐝noneofyourbeezwax Follow

This ain’t about him

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🧚pixipartched Follow

I really really feel bad for asking, but I don’t have much of a choice. Aliens squished by home. Here’s a link to my go fund me here

48 notes

💀outoftouchoutoftime Follow

Last time I had this many people following me, it was an ambush

#I don’t know what I did but hi

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🏒 HOCKEYORDEATH Follow

EVERY WEBSITE I VISIT ASKS IF I ACCEPT COOKIES

🏒 HOCKEYORDEATH Follow

NO I DO NOT

🏒 HOCKEYORDEATH Follow

BEGONE. KEEP YOUR SUBPAR BAKED GOODS TO YOURSELF

🌽 sherlock_corn Follow

>:(

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🛸atomiclass9000 Follow

My driver’s license is a two year winning streak in Mario kart. Try arresting me now

⚔️ bluejitsu Follow

Oh???? So you lie to your followers???? I know I won first place last games night and you know it

🛸atomiclass9000 Follow

You cheated

🌽 sherlock_corn Follow

Says the guy who hacks games as a pastime. I still want a rematch

⚔️ bluejitsu Follow

You tell him corn

🌽 sherlock_corn Follow

Oh I know you’re not innocent either mr

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🚂imatrainwreck Follow

If only there was a way to grow instant luscious locks

🐙massages-at-a-price Follow

I can help with that

#hehe

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🛸atomiclass9000 Follow

Throwback to that one time my brother was mistaken as IT when trying to return someone’s keys

🥊 red_hotsoup Follow

I was just trying to help

#they fell down the drain #so I picked them up and pushed them back through the grate #I wasn’t trying to be scary #and should you really be posting this

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cyyyynamon said: I’m going cave diving tomorrow. Will I see you there?

💀outoftouchoutoftime Follow

But you didn’t invite me?

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⚔️ bluejitsu Follow

Don’t send me back to jail. I’m too pretty

🥊 red_hotsoup Follow

What have you done now

⚔️ bluejitsu Follow

I was too pretty ✨

🛸atomiclass9000 Follow

Be original, Blue

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💀outoftouchoutoftime Follow

First day of school. I’ve never seen this many people in one area before

🌽 sherlock_corn Follow

Oh the joys of public school. 

⚔️ bluejitsu Follow

*Wipes tear* they grow up so fast

💀outoftouchoutoftime Follow

So apparently normal people don’t chirp. I never want to hold a conversation ever again

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🕵️‍♀️sloopersleuth Follow

Yoooooo what if our mysterious superheroes in rainbow know the kappacrawler??? You think they’re buddies? Think they hang out and chill and talk about how their week has been? Think kappacrawler house sits from them sometimes? Think they share birthday cards?

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🎽tink-tank-toe Follow

Sometimes I wonder if time travellers really exist. Are we all just on some divergent timeline? How close a shave have we come to a world obsolete?

🛶canoodleoodle Follow

#posts that keep me up at night

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🎨asprinkleofrazzmatazz Follow

Remember to spread the positivity ✨☀️ Kindness can go a long way

🛸atomiclass9000 Follow

Where was this kindness when it came to the last pizza slice?

🎨asprinkleofrazzmatazz Follow

I was already at my daily kindness quota 

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🔎detective-cornstarch Follow

It has occurred to me not everyone on this website knows about the kappacrawler

🔎detective-cornstarch Follow

Your loss

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🦷sleeptooth Follow

#i am curious

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🫨shake-it-away Follow

Oh kappacrawler, take me away

🫨shake-it-away Follow

Oh kappacrawler, whisk me away into the night

🫨shake-it-away Follow

Oh kappacrawler kidnap me

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🍮fastest-flanalive Follow

Stop with these he/him pronouns for the kappacrawler. Did you ask them their preferred pronouns????? No. Kappacrawler could be a very fancy lady

🐈meown Follow

I’m very sorry kappacrawler. You can be a fancy lady if you want :(

🍯honeyhoneysugar Follow

Have we been misgendering kappacrawler with whole time? 

😐restingsnitchface Follow

It’s a cryptid. You think it’ll care about gender?

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🐸frippityfroppity Follow

If I was a kappacrawler where would I hide

🍾snopop Follow

In your walls

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🫣flinx-blinx Follow

I thought there was only one kappacrawler. But I swear I just saw two. Is there a mr and mrs kappa??? Baby kappletts??? A whole kappa family 🥹🥹

😈my-dad-is-satan Follow

Maybe? I think there’s at least three

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🐒nightmonkey Follow

Who is this kappa??? Why is he crawling???

🐒nightmonkey Follow

Spider-man wannabe

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🦜petite-parakeet Follow

Still convinced that whole invasion thing was a hoax. Elaborate, but a hoax

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🪄meet-my-nunchucks Follow

Were those aliens sent packing? I’m confused

🪄meet-my-nunchucks Follow

Are they at home? On some faraway planet? Kicking their tentacles up after a long day at work invading our planet?

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💗love-duv Follow

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📖myfixoffic Follow

Guys come read my slenderman x kappacrawler fic here for all of your slenderkappa needs

🌑faded-moonlight Follow

Why would you write this?

📖myfixoffic Follow

Why not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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⚔️ bluejitsu Follow

I heard that kappacrawler has an 8-pack. That the kappacrawler is shredded

🛸atomiclass9000 Follow

Be original, Blue (tally: II)

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👻ghost-chase Follow

Why can’t I live in New York. I want to fight aliens too

👻ghost-chase Follow

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[dwonfilm]

“Come hell or high water.” | Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Looming over the Winchesters and [Y/N] is the war between heaven and hell. Dean will ultimately be faced with a choice he’d never be able to make. What will happen?

This will be a multi-part story, not necessarily set in a specific season but around 4-5 would be the best fit.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Mentions: Sam Winchester, Castiel, Micheal and Lucifer, Bobby Singer

Warnings: none, will provide for each chapter as they’re written.

Part I:

Michael and Lucifer had both been impatient, each showing up at various times and places—both wanting the same thing; more or less. Each wanted their designated Winchester brother to simply say yes.

Three days earlier.

Sam, Dean and [Y/N] were sat in their shared motel room in New Orleans, Louisiana. Sam was on his laptop, browsing for cases on different news websites. [Y/N] was flipping through the local newspaper to see if anything stuck out in the reports there, but she wasn’t having much luck. Dean was.. well, in true Dean fashion he was chowing down on a burger that he’d brought back from the local diner. “Your food is gonna get cold, or I’m gonna eat it, the entire world isn’t gonna fall apart if you two take a damn break.” Dean spoke, mouth half full of chewed food. Sam sighed and looked over to [Y/N] who finally closed the newspaper. “Fine, you’re right.” He spoke up, closing the laptop that had been in front of him for at least two hours. Turning his attention towards [Y/N] Dean would clear his throat (after having swallowed the mouthful of food) and gently squeezed her shoulder. “C’mon sweetheart you haven’t eaten today.” She’d sigh knowing her boyfriend was right, placing her hand on top of Dean’s and giving it an affectionate squeeze. “Alright, alright. This goddamn newsprint is giving me a headache anyway.” [Y/N] folded the newspaper back up and tossed it onto the table. Grabbing the brown paper bag, she pulled out what would be Sam’s usual and handed it over to the younger brother. She pulled out her own food and carefully unwrapped the burger, quickly picking it up and taking a big bite. Now that everyone was a little more focused on the food, Dean would continue to eat himself.

“I dunno man, everything I’ve seen has been completely normal. It’s like all the evil in the world has gone radio silent.” Taking a bite of his burger, the younger of the Winchester brother was clearly frustrated. “That’s what scares me, when things tend to be normal on the crime side.. it’s never a good sign.” [Y/N] replied, tucking a loose strand of [Y/H/C] hair behind her right ear. “There’s gotta be something, I’m sure we’ll find it but there’s no use finding anything if we aren’t fit to do the job.” Dean spoke up again, verbally nudging the two most important people in his life to continue eating. “All the sons of bitches can’t have just ran into hiding.“ He’d conclude, grabbing the bottle of beer he’d set aside and taking a swig. “It’s just weird, Dean. Normally it doesn’t take us so long to find something to at least check out. There’s nothing online at all that’s raising even a little suspicion.” Sam answered, looking extremely concerned when he locked eyes with his brother. Dean’s eyes were sympathetic and truthfully—he was worried too. Everything both Sam and [Y/N] were saying was true but he also couldn’t afford to let them see any hint of the fear his heart carried. Not only because it made things more real but he was too busy anchoring them, keeping them from spiralling because then they’d be no good to anyone once evil rears its ugly head. [Y/N] finished chewing another bite of food before adding another thought. “I haven’t seen anything local either I mean, that was the third paper I’ve scoured from front to back and everything just seems.. normal. It’s weird.” It took the chiming in of the eldest Winchester to calm the noise of the impending chaos again. “Hey, look, we’ll just take a break and see if anything comes down the pipeline. Right now I need you two to eat before I start force feeding you.” Sam and [Y/N] both looked at each other before chuckling softly and for the first time in the last couple of hours, the stress of it all faded away. Dean was the first to finish his food (no surprise there) and so he silently asked to use Sam’s laptop, the younger brother nodding as he continued to eat. [Y/N] had finished her food, not realizing how hungry she’d actually been. Of course Dean knew because he knew her like the back of his hand, which was why he’d been pushing her especially to eat since he brought it back to the room. She smiled to herself for a moment as her gaze moved to where Dean sat, scrolling on the computer. Those strikingly beautiful green eyes scanning the screen to see if he could find anything to ease the worries of the trio. Sam was of course the final person to finish his food and when he had, [Y/N] began to grab the garbage that had become scattered across the small table in their room. She stuffed everything back into the brown paper bag it came in before throwing it into the trash can. Rubbing at his temples, Sam slowly pushed himself up from his seat. “I’m gonna shower. Let me know if you guys find anything yeah?” He spoke, walking over to his bed and grabbing the go bag with his clothes in it. He saunters towards the bathroom and closes the door, both [Y/N] and Dean heard the door lock. Dean’s eyes moved to look up at his girlfriend with an expression that seemed exhausted. Noticing this, [Y/N] approached the table again, this time taking the chair closest to her green eyed baby. Leaning her head onto his shoulder, he managed a half smile with his gaze moving from the laptop screen to his beautiful lady. Her [Y/H/C] locks framing her face perfectly, not to mention her [Y/E/C] eyes that always brought his soul some peace. Everything about their world was utter chaos with something even worse looming overhead, yet just by looking into her eyes he’d find a calm like he’d never known.

[Y/N] had met the Winchesters as a child, her father one of the many hunters that John had worked with in the hunt for the yellow eyed demon. Unfortunately her father met a cruel fate at the hands of a shifter and that left her alone in the world. Naturally, via the connection, Bobby Singer would end up taking [Y/N] into his home and that’s where she’d spend time with Sam and Dean. Years on end would see them meeting a handful of times and enjoying various activities and days with Bobby while John hunted. Of course when John and Bobby had their big blow up fight, [Y/N] went a while without hearing from the brothers. Dean had gotten in touch a couple years later and kept in touch through texts mostly, which was surprising but [Y/N] wasn’t complaining. Sam would email every once and awhile but it was very sporadic. Which [Y/N] learned years later was because Sam had left hunting and gone to Stanford—basically ignoring the hunting life and everything supernatural. It was actually during this time where Dean and [Y/N] would begin doing hunts together. Off and on of course, sometimes very rarely with John but usually just the two of them. Often times these cases required them to, as they called it, ‘bend the truth’. This involved posing as different forms of authority to gain access to information that they normally wouldn’t have. Many times, both Dean and [Y/N] had to pose as a young couple in love. Newlyweds or happily engaged—various forms of in love, gaining them favor amongst the community or with other authority figures. This went on for months, both seemingly having feelings show themselves but it went undiscussed. Dean wasn’t about flirting with women to get further on a case, which of course [Y/N] hated but she could never really say that. It caused a little tension at times until finally it came to a head on a hunt for witch.

“Dean, will you just stop and listen to me?!” [Y/N] yelled as she followed the man into their shared motel room. Dean remained silent, anger written across his features. [Y/N] huffed out a breath of frustration and ran her hand through her [Y/H/C] hair and looking toward the eldest Winchester boy. “Dean.” She tried speaking again, yet he still ignored her and aggressively unzipped his go bag. Sifting through its contents he was looking for something, growing more irritated when he couldn’t find it. “What are you looking for?” [Y/N] asked, there was more silence for a second before he finally spoke. “Credit card.” Straight to the point and with a tone that had [Y/N]’s eyes rolling. “You told me to put it in my bag because your wallet needed to get fixed.” She replied, dipping her hand into her bag she’d pull her wallet out and slipping the card into her hand. She’d slowly walk over to Dean and tossed the card onto the bed. This time it was his turn to sigh before turning towards [Y/N]. “Look, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I lost my temper, what you do is none of my business.” He said, which seemed genuine for the most part. “I just am lost, I don’t react like that when you flirt with a girl to get information or a bump in the line to meet with someone.” She spoke, though she mumbled under her breath. “Even though I want to..” Dean heard her and felt a sense of confusion wash over him. “Why would you.. [Y/N] why would you want to get mad over that?” Dean’s eyes had found themselves locked onto [Y/N]’s, waiting for her to answer. Throwing her hands up in frustration [Y/N] shouted. “For the exact same reason that you got mad today and punched the receptionist in the face, Dean! You and I obviously have feelings for one another but we don’t talk about them so we just circle the never ending drain of getting jealous and sad and mad in secret and letting it build up!” Immediately after the words had left her mouth she gasped and covered it with her hands. Dean was just as shocked as [Y/N] seemed to be, frozen just staring in her eyes. Moments later after pure silence, Dean turned around and drug his hand across his face. “Dean..” [Y/N] spoke, her tone much softer than it was moments ago. She took a step forward and slowly placed a hand on his shoulder, lightly gripping it. Dean turned with a quickness and crashed his lips against [Y/N]’s while his hand came up to cup her face. Naturally she was stunned, but began to kiss him back.

Ever since that day, due to some kind of truth hex, Dean and [Y/N] had been inseparable. It was the one good thing in Dean’s eyes that came from dealing with a witch. Moving his finger along the touchpad of the laptop, he’d close the website he was on and look up another. There had to be something somewhere.. there just had to be. “Should I get back on the papers?” [Y/N]’s voice broke the longstanding silence that had hovered over them. Dean pulled another half smile before turning and pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “No sweetheart, it’s alright. I don’t think there’s anything in ‘em. You’d have found something by now if there was.” His gaze again fixated on the computer, scrolling through masses of crimes being reported. He was about to scroll again, but something caught his eye and he needed to reread the blurb. “Wait a minute..” he spoke in a soft tone, causing [Y/N] to sit up. “Did you find something?” She asked, looking at the screen now too. “Not sure, maybe.” He replied, clicking a link that brought up a fuller article. “Well I’ll be damned.. this one might be vamps. Animal attacks, puncture marks on the necks.. hell there’s nothing else remotely sticking out so I think it’s worth the drive.” Dean added, the lock on the bathroom door clicking open and soon enough the younger Winchester came back into the main room. Steam came flowing from the bathroom as Sam continued to dry his hair. “Hey Sammy, think we got something.” [Y/N] spoke with a soft tone and there was a look of relief on his face. “Wha.. where?” Sam asked, looking at his brother. “Tucson.” Dean answered, turning the laptop around so that his younger brother could look at the article himself. Now [Y/N] was the one pushing herself from her seat. “Hopefully you didn’t use all the shampoo and the hot water.” She joked, making her way to the bathroom in order to shower.

After everyone had showered and changed into their pyjamas, the trio had settled down for the evening. It didn’t take long for quiet snores to be heard from Sam’s bed, his back turned towards the couple who were sharing the other bed. “I’m glad we found a case, but I still don’t have a good feeling about this..” [Y/N] spoke, keeping her tone on the quieter side as to not wake up the younger Winchester. She was snuggled into Dean’s side with her arm draped across his lower abdomen and her head on his chest. Dean pressed a kiss to her temple before sighing in a low manner himself. “I don’t either, it’s bugging me but we can’t just ignore the situation on feelings.” He spoke, his own tone mirroring hers in keeping on that quieter side and both sighed. “It just feels like this case fell into our laps and it feels like it’s a trap, but I can’t pinpoint from who or why.” She aimlessly began drawing shapes on the end of Dean’s T-shirt and he could see that his off feeling wasn’t as strong as the one that [Y/N] was having—she only drew shapes in that manner to calm her mind down. “Hey [Y/N/N], something’s really bugging you about this.. what is it?” He asked, gently turning her chin upward so [Y/N] would meet his gaze. [Y/E/C] hues met the beautiful green eyes that Dean had, searching them for something. “I wish I knew. Dean, it just feels.. too easy. There was nothing for what? Two days? Now all of a sudden there’s one solitary case and we’re supposed to believe this isn’t a set up? It’s not making sense. I know we can’t just ignore a possible case, but it just feels like something is going on and nothing good.” [Y/N] sighed again, knowing that so many things were up in the air right now and so many things couldn’t be resolved in quick manner. “Maybe we’ll pray to Cas tomorrow, either before we leave or while we’re driving. See if he knows anything.” Dean offered, squeezing [Y/N] and bringing her closer to his body. “Yeah, okay. Sounds good.” She replied, snuggling into her boyfriend and slowly closing her eyes. Dean himself would adjust the covers and slowly close his eyes. “Goodnight, D.” [Y/N] whispered. “Goodnight, [Y/N/N].” He whispered back.

[killing-hannibals-body]

I kind of want to apologize to my followers for all of the Agatha All Along posts/reblogs.

I just haven’t felt this way for a show in a very, very long time. As someone who has been burned over and over with WLW representation in television, it feels like a breath of fresh air.

While we’re just a tiny bit halfway through the season and things can take a 180, I’m just so happy to see representation in arguably one of the largest media companies to exist.

While I’m not technically old (in my 30s), I’ve been through being burned and baited over the decades. Treated like a pervert for wanting gay representation or gay characters getting killed off immediately after getting the longed for kiss/confession.

To have a television show be so open with its representation means the world to me. Add that to the fact that a sapphic character is getting her own merchandise, the official social media accounts of said media companies pushing sapphic content…it genuinely makes me so damn happy.

Not to insult my gay brothers, but it’s far past due that wlw get their time to shine. Too often, media is praised for its “representation” only to be referring to a gay male couple. “Lesbian” only seems to matter if you’re searching for content on a pornographic website.

While I understand that this may be premature, the progress that we’ve made thus far is huge. I won’t praise marvel or Disney or anything like that. They’re just a barometer on how the times have changed.

It’s beautiful and magical, just like the show itself.

[katyaromanoffpetrova]

This is so random as I’ve literally never said anything to you before but KATYA IS ON AKINATOR?!?

Literally screamed

Anyways, I love your writing sm, I’m so sorry I’ve never commented. I was too scared too😭 Been reading since 2020 🫡

Also I have no idea how to use Tumblr, but I hope this is the right thing

HIHIIIII!!

Hello!!! Welcome to my ask box!! I'm so happy you're here now! 💖💖 Don't apologize for anything! It's totally okay to read without commenting ever :) 2020, damn! Long time reader 😁

I'm ngl, idk what Akinator is (such a shock, I know, I'm an internet boomer) but dude any website/app knowing my character still shocks me to my core. I CAN'T BELIEVE PEOPLE KNOW ABOUT HER. THAT SHE EXISTS. It's so wild

[stealingyourbones]

Ask the writer ask game! Tagged by @gremlin-bot

1.) how many works do you have on ao3?

8!

2.) what’s your total ao3 word count?

50k!

3.) what fandoms do you write for?

Primarily DPxDC but I enjoy writing DC and I greatly enjoy writing D&D campaigns!

4.) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Falling in Love (In the Most Literal Sense)

Short DPxDC Prompts

I've Grown a Mouth So Sharp and Cruel (It's All That I Can Give To You)

What the Hell?! (UP FOR ADOPTION)

Dream of a Peaceful Slumber

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

I’m simply too busy with my tumblr to respond to people on ao3. If I try to focus on more than one website at a time I’ll lose my mind 😅. I promise I Look at each and every one!

6.) what’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending

There’s a sander sides fic i wrote like 8 years ago that had all of the sides get slowly and very brutally murdered one by one in hella graphic detail. I was trying to experiment with descriptors and visuals at that time. Definitely that one. I don’t think it’s on ao3 but it’s somewhere on my old Wattpad account

7.) what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Definitely Falling In Love (In The Most Literal Sense) or an unpublished eldritch smut horror DeadOnMain fic that’s forever staying in WIP hell. Falling In Love first and foremost has an ending, secondly they get along and it’s cute :)

8.) do you get hate on fics?

Not really. I occasionally get questions or criticism on my tumblr but that’s either advice or someone wanting answers and that isn’t hate.

9.) Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have tried my hand at smut before. Mostly smutty scenes with kinda sorta fade to black, solely because I’m terrible at painting a mental picture for the reader so it always flows terribly. I’ve written that eldritch DeadOnMain thing as I said previously, and some of Jason’s matches Malone persona OF ideas.

10.) do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one?

Somewhere in my WIPs there is a homestuck AU DPxDC fic where DP kids are the humans and DC folks (primarily the teen titans) are the trolls. Definitely that one.

11.) have you ever had a fic stolen?

No fics but I’ve been sent asks that are word for word one of my prompts. I just delete those and go on with my day. Idk I don’t have a tiktok and someone’s probably imitating me on there with my prompts so possibly????

12.) have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

13.) have you ever co-written a fic?

Yes!! I’ve Grown A Mouth So Sharp And Cruel (It’s All That I Can Give To You My Dear) (eventually I’ll get around to working on it I have so much stuff going on like preparing to move and finals creeping up aUGH)

14.) what’s your all time fav ship?

Ooooo It’s a solid tie between Kon/Tim and Dave/Karkat. One is my current favorite and the other is one that’s been my favorite ship for the longest time.

15.) what’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

I have a WIP in my files that’s a DPxDC Dash/Danny fic where Dash is a bomb disposal tech and Danny just moved into Gotham. I have the entire outline written and almost a solid chapter done but I heavily doubt I’ll have the motivation to touch it again.

16.) what are your writing strengths?

I don’t think I have any, (I haven’t written a full length fic in so long I can’t really tell 😅) but I’m very good at setting tone. Idk what do y’all think?

17.) writing weaknesses?

Dialogue. 100% dialogue. It always feels clunky and unconversational whenever I read it back. I swear the second I start writing talking I forget how conversations work.

18.) thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I’d probably throw a simple word here in there of the other language if I’m writing a bilingual speaker or ask a pal to help me with translations because I only know English and I know damn well that friends are better translators than google.

19.) first fandom you wrote for?

Sander Sides! I wrote a solid 500ish prompts for that fandom and like 70k worth of fics. It was what got me into writing and for that I’m so very glad.

20.) Fav fic you’ve ever written?

Definitely my Batman mermaid au. I love it to bits and I’m so proud of the designs and I’m always kinda sad that I’m the only one as enthused about this work as I am. None the less I reread it at least every 3 months and it always makes me smile doing so.

Ooo who to tag… @chromatographic @halfagone @susiron

[lesbiancolumbo]

Question from the genuinely ignorant what is The Post?

because this is a good faith question and this was so long ago, i’m gonna answer it and then respectfully and kindly ask people to stop asking, and i think once you read my answer you’ll hopefully understand why lol

in 2017 as an extremely suicidal and isolated 23 year old, i watched lady bird after a really long and difficult weekend of being with my emotionally and verbally abusive mother. the movie was good but extremely triggering for me - i saw a lot of my self and my mother in the film. instead of killing myself that night (and i’m not being flippant, i walked home from the theatre to my tiny little apartment contemplating stepping onto the highway) i decided i would just get it all out somewhere. at the time, letterboxd was a small website and i was a no-one. i wrote a review and vomited all of my feelings.

it’s not a good review. i wasn’t even really able to fully articulate what my own relationship with my mother was at the time. i was still too young and vulnerable to her abuse. but it made me calm enough to go to sleep and start a new week, so i did. it got no attention, except from some friends who liked it and knew my situation.

cut to literally new year’s day 2021. an eighteen year old on tumblr finds my review, screencaps it in its entirety, and posts it on here. it makes it way onto my dash. at first im shocked - that’s me! and i think i reblogged it to say that hey, that’s me! omg! wow! after i did that i almost immediately regretted doing that, because the attention and harassment i’ve received in the THREE YEARS since this post has gone up has honestly been so detrimental to my mental health. my fucking FACE and NAME are in the post bc the op didn’t bother to crop them out. every day i wake up and thank a higher power that my mother hasn’t found this post. people made fun of me, downplayed my (admittedly not very well articulated) experiences, armchair diagnosed me and my mother, posted my letterboxd icon which was MY REAL FACE on this website to MAKE FUN OF MY APPEARANCE and insinuate i deserved everything that happened to me. white supremacist blogs were SPREADING MY FACE AND NAME AROUND.

i got a lot of followers and attention and wanted none of it, and because tumblr is a website and the internet is written in ink, a post never truly gets deleted, and now every 6-12 months my privacy and something i impulse wrote in a moment of pure and true pain gets spread around this website and i can’t do a god damn thing about it.

and like……… i get it. it clearly resonated with people. and i don’t like drawing a hard line. but the violation and the harassment that proceeded from it for MONTHS has made me intolerant. the op of that post is the same age now as i was when i wrote that review, and i hope to god they learned from that experience, because i still have to deal with the ramifications of their fucking choice.

and it sucks. because i love lady bird. but my health is already precarious and i do not want to go through this all again.

[theroseceleste]

Pilot Miguel - Part 9 - Don't Toy With Me

Miguel has a surprise for you but you can only see it when you next see him. What could it be? And where are you going next?

Word count : 5180

Minors DNI

Contains : Smut : use of vibrator, penetrative sex, oral

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“I bought you something…”

Your phone flashes up with a message from Miguel one afternoon while you’re cleaning the kitchen in your apartment. Putting the sponge down, you pick up your phone and reply after rolling your eyes. The keyboard clacks as you type.

“I thought we agreed you weren’t going to spend any more money on me…”

You hold the phone and wait. It isn’t long before you see him typing back.

“I think you’ll find we agreed I won’t spend money on you during our trips. You never said anything about when we’re not on our trips.”

Damn it! He’s such a smart ass…

“Trust you to find a loophole. Go on, what did you get me?” you ask in your message back.

“You shall have to wait until we next see each other.”

You groan out loud when you read his reply.

“And when will that be?”

“In a few days time. I'm flying to England and you will be too.”

The phone almost drops out of your hands. England?! That’s one of the top countries you want to visit and you get to do it with your boyfriend!

Paris joins Acapulco in your small but growing collection of distant dreams. However, since then, you have decided to make things official.

Ashley, your roommate, is over the moon for you. Your stories of him getting your phone back in Paris and taking you to Versailles swayed her more to thinking that Miguel is genuine.

You and Ashley did some digging when you returned from Paris. The pair of you searched the hotel’s website for room prices. That man blasted nearly €10,000 for the two nights you spent together! No man who is after just screwing around until he gets bored would throw away that kind of money. This guy likes you. Like, he really likes you. €10,000… And you worried that the Chanel dress was too much… The fact that he spent that crazy amount of money so willingly, without a bat of an eyelid, makes you feel woozy.

Another way of making the relationship ‘official’ is mentioning you have a boyfriend to your parents. Yours and his picture in Paris has been sent to any member of the family who has a phone which is pretty much everyone. The whole freaking family knows about Miguel - thanks to your mother. She’s excited for you though. She can see the stars in your eyes and the blush in your cheeks when you talk about him. It’s only been a short amount of time in the grand scheme of things but the relationship is becoming more serious each time you meet.

The both of you are yet to visit each other’s homes still. But at least you now know he lives in the same city as you.

“Hello? Earth to (Y/N).”

Another text comes in. Your mind went down a rabbit hole for a moment.

“England? Wow! I’ve always wanted to go! Still want to know what you got me…”

“Patience, chiquita…”

Your mind runs wild with ideas about what he’s bought you. You wonder if it has anything to do with England… Well, whatever it is, it better not be nearly ten thousand in any currency!

Now feeling too excited about your upcoming travel, the kitchen suddenly feels even less appealing.

You know it’s the day you fly with Miguel because that’s when you wake up with butterflies fluttering in your stomach the moment you open your eyes.

It’s a blessing and a curse. The blessing; what other way is better than waking up feeling like this? You can’t wait to get the day started, get ready for work, get ready for flying, get ready for him. The curse; why does it have to be so damn early? Looking at the clock, it’s not even seven AM. What makes things worse is that it’s an evening flight, so now that you’re wide awake, you’ll have to wait even longer.

After the hours painfully pass by, you finally make it to the airport. As arranged, you meet up in the staff car park first for a quick, secret reunion kiss before you walk together into the terminal. Now begins the usual airport routine. Queue at check-in, stare daggers at the other girls who wave at your man, then head for security.

He lets you go ahead of him in the queue for security and you start to do the usual. Remove your shoes, placing them into a crate alongside your hand-luggage and cellphone.

As always, you step through the metal detector without triggering it and you begin to get your items packed back in your luggage again as Miguel goes through. By the time you’re done, he comes away from the hand-luggage check area with a bit of a smirk.

“Are you alright?” you ask as he approaches you.

“Fine,” he replies, “they just wanted to check something in my bag.”

After security, you walk through the Duty Free section and find out what gate the plane will be at. Before you approach the staff lounge, you’re surprised when Miguel pulls you aside into a quiet, slightly secluded area near a bathroom.

“Take my luggage into the ladies, open it and wear the thing you find in the clear plastic bag.”

He speaks to you in a hushed tone, causing you to raise an eyebrow.

“What?”

“Please…”

“Miguel—“

He looks at you with an expression he hasn’t given you in a while. The novelty of calling him by his name wore off in Paris but you two have been apart since. It seems uttering his name once more does something to him.

“Just do it, chiquita. Por favor?”

You have to admit, you are intrigued.

“Fine.”

Taking his bag, which isn’t at all suspicious - it totally is… you roll it into the deserted ladies bathroom and into a cubicle. You sigh before opening it, your heart pounding slightly as you wonder what he wants you to wear. Probably a different pair of panties or something…

WRONG

Opening the lid, you’re greeted with the plastic bag he told you about. Only it doesn’t have sexy panties in there. Picking it up, you find a silicone vibrator complete with a cord, an absorbent pad and a small bottle of lube. Oh, shit.

You grab your phone and text him immediately.

“Are you fucking serious?!”

The text bubble indicating that he’s typing flashes up, only for a second before a one word reply appears.

“Absolutely.”

The keyboard clacks as you type back.

“You do know there’s supposed to be a remote with this?”

“In my pocket.”

Oh dear lord. This is what security wanted to check. That explains his smirk earlier.

You nearly gasp when you realise this is the thing he bought you.

Another text comes in.

“Better hurry. Your team will be starting the pre-flight brief soon.”

A groan reverberates in your cubicle. Is this really happening? You pinch yourself - ouch - yes, it’s really happening…

Another text flashes up.

“Tick tock…”

You jab back on the screen.

“Yes, alright!”

You finally pull your skirt and panties down. Opening the bottle of lube, you pour some of it onto your fingers and smother it over the curved vibrator, the smooth pink silicone glistening in the light.

Your phone buzzes again, making you flinch. What now?

“Don’t forget to turn it on. I’ll know if you don’t…”

Turning the now slippery item over in your hand you find the power button. You hold it down until a tiny LED light starts blinking.

Another soft groan fills the enclosed space as you position it at your entrance. A gentle push is all it takes as the lubricant does its job. Now nestled inside against your g-spot is the vibrator, primed and ready to make the next six hours an exhausting rollercoaster - starting from now.

BUZZ

“Ahhh!” you cry out as your core is rudely awakened by the intrusive buzzing.

Your legs give out immediately before you fall to the floor. That cheeky bastard of a boyfriend of yours has just activated it. Now you know why he left an absorbent pad in the bag too. At the end of this, you’re going to be wetter than the Atlantic Ocean. The vibrations are jamming everything, your muscles and your thoughts. It’s going to be a miracle if you survive this flight.

The buzzing deep within you stops, and your phone vibrates twice, shortly after.

“Just testing the range.” - Thanks for the warning…

“Also, I hope you’re alone in there. I heard you from here.”

You grumble as you stagger back to your feet, fit the pad into your underwear and get dressed again. He’s going to pay for this, and you have a whole night flight to cook up an evil plan.

Leaving the bathroom is easier than you expected. The toy is nestled nicely within you while cord pokes out, being bent against your clit as your panties are holding it there.

The sound of your heels striking the floor with every footstep makes Miguel look up from his phone.

“There you are,” he says softly as he takes his bag back from you.

He opens it to check the toy is definitively not in there.

“I’m definitely wearing it, O’Hara,” you say, sounding perhaps with a little more attitude than originally intended.

Miguel grabs your arm and pulls you close. His mouth grazes against your ear as he whispers darkly.

“I can hardly grab your pussy to che—“

“Migs!”

He lets go of you immediately and straightens up, eyes wide and twitching slightly.

Oh no…

A short woman with strawberry-blonde bob poking out under her pilot’s hat slides into view. She saw Miguel’s broad shoulder poking out from your little alcove further along the corridor and knew instantly it was him.

“It’s my favourite Captain! Yay!”

“Lyla…” you hear him un-enthusiastic reply.

Like with every flight, when surrounded by people he doesn’t know, he gets uncomfortable and his personality disappears in an instant. You find it strange, but sweet that you have been able to break his barrier, his defensive walls, and see the real him.

Lyla spots you as she approaches.

“Oh… I hope I’m not interrupting anything...”

She looks left and right with an animated expression as if to say ‘oops’.

You don’t feel the slightest bit threatened by Lyla’s presence, and come to think of it, Jess Drew too. They both seem totally unaware of Miguel’s handsomely good looks. Which is relieving for the both of you. However, Lyla makes up for the lack of infatuation by teasing him it seems.

“C’mon, we’ll be boarding soon!”

She pats Miguel on the shoulder as he reluctantly steps away from you. You follow closely behind, amused at how stiff Miguel is in comparison to Lyla. It seems like his comeuppance is starting earlier than you thought. But you have your own delicious plan brewing in your mind…

The pre-flight brief goes well. As always, you’re in first class, which is good news and bad news. First class is the smallest section of the plane so you have fewer people to serve. But this also means you’re likely to be in range from Miguel’s remote control. You squeeze your legs together, feeling the pink cord press against your clit as you do so.

You know for sure Miguel won’t play with the toy until after take off and flying at cruising altitude. He takes check-lists and safety measures far too seriously to get distracted by making you squirm, no matter how much he wants to. However, you just know the first time he does turn it on, it will render you useless.

“So, what’s the story with you and the first-class girl, Migs?” Lyla asks, interrupting the sweet silence as the plane cruises comfortably at forty-thousand feet.

Miguel growls slightly at her nickname for him.

“Who says there’s a story to tell?” he finally responds, sounding cryptic as he keeps a keen eye on the sky.

Quite a bit off to the right, he sees a plane flying in the same direction but at a different altitude. Its engines leave trails streaking behind it.

“C’mon Migs, it’s obvious there’s something going on between you two.”

He blinks momentarily in silence.

“Is that so?”

Lyla shrugs as she watches the sky too.

“The way you look at her for a start. Then, there’s the way she looks back at you. I’ve noticed those quick, not-so-subtle glances between the two of you. The reaffirming smiles before resuming your usual neutral expressions,” she pauses to clear her throat.

“Then, of course I overheard you say something about grabbing her puss—“

“Lyla!” he snaps, doing everything he can to stop her completing her sentence.

“What?! Just saying - there’s a story to tell…”

Miguel’s cheeks redden.

“Don’t forget the black boxes are listening to every word you say in the cockpit,” he growls.

“Yeah, I know. And that only gets listened to if something bad happens to the plane. Besides, we’re just having a conversation. Not my fault you can’t keep your cool.”

He notices a grin on her face. She’s so laid back and carefree it’s a wonder how she got into flying. Very much like Parker; good when it comes to the serious stuff, but the moment the plane’s on autopilot, they relax almost a little too much.

“I’d just appreciate it if we don’t discuss my personal life in the cockpit.”

Miguel glances at the apparatus, making sure everything is as it should be.

“Whatever you say, Migs,” Lyla replies as she gets up from her chair and leaves the cockpit to take a short bathroom break.

Now alone, a small smile creeps across his face as his hand leaves the yoke and goes into his pocket…

You have just finished serving dinner to the first-class passengers as the plane soars eastwards into the darkening sky. Standing in the galley, you’re aware that Lyla has exited the cockpit and locked the door behind her, to stop anyone unauthorised from getting in.

Just as you’re about to take a sip of your drink of water, it begins. A deep, buzzing sensation erupts in your core, pressing right up against your g-spot. You double over and clasp a hand over your mouth to stifle a yelp. Fuck!

As the strong vibrations stimulate your insides, the cord of the toy tickles your sensitive bud too. Your eyes almost roll backwards as you feel like your body has been jump started with an electric shock. Your muscles tensing as you sink to the floor of the galley as quietly as possible.

Then you feel a trickle of arousal begin to drip. You’re thankful that he considered the state you’d be in once he’s done toying with you.

The persistent buzzing changes into a pulsing rhythm, he’s changed it to a different mode and you curse him under your breath as it arouses you even further.

You take deep breaths to try and push through the hampering moment. Your body adjusting to the pleasurable disturbances within you.

Finally, it stops just before Lyla unlocks the bathroom door. You quickly rise to your feet, albeit a little wobbly and looking wildly flustered.

Lyla’s eyes land on you as she emerges from the bathroom and looks at you quizzically.

“You alright?” she asks, raising an amused eyebrow.

You nod as you’re not sure you’re able to speak.

“Ooookay…” Lyla says, strongly suspecting that something is definitely going on as she shuts the bathroom door and enters the security code to gain access to the cockpit.

Miguel stores the remote back in his pocket, his cock twitches slightly at the thought of you clenching around the vibrator. However he has to stop fantasising over how wet and needy you’re going to be for him later as Lyla steps back into the cockpit.

“Whatever you did to her just now, she’s all flustered in the galley…” Lyla reports as she takes her seat and straps herself in.

“And you say there’s no story to tell…”

The Captain stares blankly into the dark blue sky, transitioning into solid black. Eventually, a small smirk grows across his lips which his co-pilot notices.

“Naughty boy…”

“I didn’t go out there and do anything…”

“You don’t have to, I know what you’re doing.”

Miguel can tell that Lyla is avoiding saying exactly what he’s doing in fear of him snapping at her again, but he’s amazed that she worked it out so damn quickly. She definitely is smart and incredibly observant.

A few times within every hour the flight takes, your boyfriend activates that damn toy. Each time, you nearly drop, or accidentally throw something into the air; the vibrations are that powerful and distracting. You recover quickly from them though as your body becomes desensitised to the initial shock when it starts each time. There have been a few occasions where he left it on long enough to nearly trigger an orgasm, only to cruelly leave you gasping and panting heavily as he turns it off before you get your release.

When Miguel’s voice sounds throughout the cabin telling passengers and crew to prepare for landing, you feel great relief as you know he’ll be leaving that remote well alone for the rest of the flight.

You’re absolutely soaked. The pad Miguel gave you did a good job, but even that is starting to struggle. If you feel one more vibration you’re certain you’ll cum on the spot. And you swear, when you get your hands on that man when you’re alone, you’ll give him everything he deserves.

The plane lands safely and smoothly as always, despite the raging arousal coursing through you, you can’t help but feel proud of your man.

Going through customs is once again hell, but this time for different reasons. Most of the excitable cabin crew have given up trying to flirt with the Captain. They eventually get the idea that they’d have better chances with a brick wall. This time, the struggle is Miguel being a smug bastard.

At any given moment that he can touch you, he does, without it looking too obvious. He’s driving you crazy and he knows it as you queue to have your passport checked. With all the teasing during the flight, you’re extremely aroused and needy. You can’t wait to get your hands on him.

“Do you need to head to the bathroom to, um… sort yourself out?” he asks quietly once you’re both cleared from customs.

A smirk forms on your face.

“Oh no, I’m good, thanks.”

He raises a quizzical eyebrow.

“You’ve removed it already?” he asks as his brown eyes wander over your hand luggage.

“Nope, still in there.”

His gaze snaps back to you.

“Did you enjoy your new toy?”

“Oh yes. I can’t wait to use it again later too…”

You give him a Cheshire Cat grin, the plan you have in mind will be delicious. The both of you make your way out of the airport terminal and to the hotel you’re booked into.

The room you have is nothing special, but you don’t care. What’s more important is who’s with you and what you’re about to do with them.

As soon as your hotel room door is closed you pounce on him. Desperate hands seize his uniform as hungry lips meet his. There’s a loud thud as he falls against the wall while the pair of you make-out furiously.

Before you become aware, his hand slips into his pocket. You hear a click followed by the deep buzzing sound inside your overstimulated core.

“Fuck!” you almost yell into his mouth as you lean against him for support.

His arms wrap around you, leaving the vibrator going, pulsing against your g-spot.

“The whole flight I wondered how you looked when I turned this on.”

He kisses your neck as you shudder, mouth agape, struggling to hold yourself together. Your plan is slowly slipping out of your hands. Losing yourself to this rapidly building orgasm. Do you surrender?

“I wish I was there for the first time I did it.”

Your resolve strengthens, trying to ignore every intrusive pulse massaging your sensitive spot.

“The first time had me on the floor in the galley,” you manage to reply in a breathless manner.

Miguel groans in your ear. Clearly the image of you sinking to the floor where anyone could find you while your body conceals a vibrator turns him on. He imagines how flustered you’d look if you were discovered. Or how you’d feel if it brought you to orgasm in front of a passenger.

You have to have the last laugh today. He can’t win again.

Your fingers begin to undo his jacket as you look at his tie; giving you an idea. A desperate groan leaves your lips as you squeeze your thighs together. The vibrations are almost too much.

“Turn it off…” you whisper, your brows knitted together with need.

“I want you to cum on it…”

“I want to cum on your cock,” you retort, you aren’t simply stating what you want, it’s an order.

He looks down at you as he feels you peel the jacket off of his shoulders. This is a new tone from you and he thinks he likes it. So demanding. But then again, what else should he expect from someone who’s been teased over five to six hours?

Your fingers now undo his tie, slipping the regal purple material from under his collar.

Another desperate groan fills the room as you try to resist a climax, spurring him on to reach for his pocket and turn it off.

A heavy sigh of relief is released from your parted lips. Your eyes close as you relish in the peace and stillness within you. The muscles in your core relax once more, unclenching around the toy.

You step away and remove your uniform, keeping his tie wrapped around your hand.

“What do you intend to do with that?” Miguel asks, gesturing towards his tie before removing his crisp white shirt.

“Finish getting undressed and you’ll find out,” you reply slyly.

Before long, you’re both naked and lying on the bed, kissing one another hungrily. You decide to turn it up a notch.

“I’m so wet for you…”

He moans as he imagines what it’s going to feel like, sliding into your heat with ease.

Your hand glides down his front as you watch his muscles flex under your delicate touch, until they reach his urgent dick.

“Looks like you’re ready for me…”

Miguel nods in response. Now it’s him looking all needy. Perfect.

“Turn over, baby. Hands behind your back.”

His half-closed eyes widen as he puts two and two together.

“You’re using my tie to restrain me, chiquita?” he mumbles.

You bite your lip and nod your head, hoping he’ll go ahead with this.

To your surprise, he does as you say. His magnificent body turns over on the bed. The muscles in his arms and back flex as he places his hands behind him.

Slowly you wrap the long purple material around his wrists and tie them together, making it as complex as possible so he can’t wriggle out of it.

Then, just because it’s there, you bite his ass cheek, like you did in Paris, earning a grunt before a groan as you suck on his firm skin.

“Fuck, baby… You hungry?”

“Mhmmm… very…”

“Get up and sit on the couch,” you instruct him before spanking his peachy ass which elicits a yelp.

You like this power you have over him. It feels good to change things up a bit.

Now, without the use of his arms, he struggles to get off of the bed. You decided to help him up.

He flops back into the couch, positioning his backside further forward on the cushion so he can make room for his restrained arms. His gorgeous, narrow hips presented perfectly for you. Ready and waiting.

His gaze rests upon you as you finally pull the vibrator from your pussy. It almost feels strange now that it’s gone. He nearly moans as he notices how much it glistens in the light.

The cushion dips even lower as you straddle his hips. The two of you look at each other quietly as you rest your hands against his shoulders and lower your hips slightly until the tip of his length kisses your drenched entrance.

“Is this my punishment for teasing you? I’m not allowed to touch you?” he asks seductively, thinking it’s cute you want to punish him.

“Maybe…” you whisper against his lips as you slowly start to sit.

“Maybe not…”

The tight ring of your core crowns his cock before sinking lower, taking him in deeper and deeper. You’re that wet, no hands are required to keep him in place. He just slides in with complete ease.

Whether it is his punishment or not, it’s already working. Your torturous descent on his shaft spurs him on to wriggle his arms to try and break free. To pull you onto him fully, to get you to take him right up to the hilt.

He feels so deep inside you, far deeper than the toy ever reached. It’s so satisfying feeling the hot skin of his dick infiltrating you, only adding to the inferno generated inside of you from the vibrator.

“Mhmmm chiquita, if this isn’t my punishment, then what is?”

His breath is shaky, making it almost impossible to speak. He starts to wonder what he’s got himself into.

“You’ll see…” you reply with a smirk.

You start off slow. Rippling your body with every rise and fall. Each ripple generates a delicious grind of your clit against his perfectly defined ‘V’ above his hips. With all the teasing you endured, you don’t think it’ll take too long. The smooth, pre-cum dripping head of his shaft gently massages over your g-spot, making up for the persistent, sharp, buzzing it has received over the last few hours.

“Mhmm you’re so deep inside me baby…” you moan to him before speeding up a bit.

He lets out a pathetic moan as you compliment his size, commenting how far inside of you he can reach.

“Keep riding me, chiquita - more…”

“You want more?”

“Ssssí~” he hisses with pleasure, his eyes almost closed.

You increase your efforts, speeding up, grinding harder. But then you cool things down, slowing and doing lighter ripples. He simply whimpers for more. You grin, this still isn’t his punishment.

For what feels like the millionth time today, a tightening sensation builds within you. His noises of need working alongside physical and satisfying stimulation, inside and out, brings you closer to your release.

He senses this too. Your moans are increasing in pitch and your breathing quickens. The hot, moist walls of your core clench hard around him. Harder than ever. He’s certainly given you a workout.

“Faster, please baby, faster!” he begs you, his voice breaking as he tries to speak

That desperation in his voice as he begs you is your tipping point. Your release feels well and truly mind blowing. You kiss him between your moans as you slow down your efforts.

“No…” he pauses as you kiss him, “no, don’t stop…”

You smirk against his lips as you brush his hair from his face.

“I’m all tired out, baby… it’s been a long day.”

“No! Please! You can’t just stop right now…”

Despite his urgent protests, you dismount him and step away from the couch. He cries out for you, moaning, begging.

His voice dies down however when he sees you grab the toy and the remote from his trousers pocket.

“What- what are you…”

“Shhh…” you hush him as you kneel between his parted legs in front of the sofa.

“You must be quiet, people are still sleeping…” you whisper to him with a grin.

The relentless buzz returns as you turn it on with the remote. This time, it’s louder as it’s no longer buried within you.

Miguel pants as he watches you inch the toy closer to his throbbing cock.

You press it against the sensitive tip, making his whole body tense up as he cries out again.

“Shhh… don’t make a sound remember? Just like how I couldn’t on the plane.”

He tips his head back as he tries to breathe deeply through the intense sensation. This is his punishment, like-for-like payback.

Slowly, you swirl the vibrating toy around the top, alternating in pressure with every revolution. His body jolts and tenses with each agonising moment that passes.

Then you drag the vibrator down the underside of his dick, running over every vein until you reach his balls.

He arches his back violently as his legs open wider in response to your teasing. You notice that he’s being quiet now, gritting his teeth.

Pre-cum beads at his slit after a large throb.

“Chi- chiquita…” he whispers, his big brown eyes looking at you pleadingly.

“Lo siento~” (I’m sorry)

His hips jolt again.

“Por favor, lo siento~” (Please, I’m sorry)

To change things up, you run the toy up and down his shaft, all around it.

You’re teasing him so much that pre-cum pools at the base of his length.

Another click on the remote changes the intensity and pattern. Rather than just constant buzzing, it pulses in a slow and steady rhythm. You watch, hypnotised as his hips thrust against the toy, desperately seeking more contact and stimulation.

Sweat beads on his skin, glinting in the light as he struggles to find his release.

Finally, you feel he’s been punished enough. The buzzing instantly stops at the press of the remote button and you put the toy aside.

Before he can say or do anything, your hands reach behind him to undo his restraints as you take him into your mouth. The taste of salt spreads across your tongue as you swirl it around the head.

“Fuck, chiquita!” he grunts as his arms break free.

Desperate fingers tug at your perfect bun, destroying the hair style and letting your locks tumble down around your face. With his hands in your hair, he pulls you down gently, careful not to make you choke.

Eventually, he pulls you up, making you release him with a wet pop. In one swift motion, he picks you up and carries you to the bed.

“I need to be inside you, properly…” he mumbles before placing you gently on the mattress.

Within seconds he’s on top of you, making love to you, grunting heavily into your ear.

He brings you to climax, one after another, until he finally gets his release. Loud groans fill the hotel room, erupting from his parted lips.

“Shhh! You’ll wake the other hotel guests…” you hush him before giggling quietly.

“I don’t care - fuck them…” he groans into your ear again.

“I’d rather you fuck me,” you retort.

“Your wish is my command…”

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