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Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife #10 : Snack Time

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: Momma bird hungry for all the snacks in the world. Takes some time and frustration before Joel figures out the exact kind of snack you really want.

Warnings: Pregnant reader, Angry!Joel, oral M!receiving, face fucking, throat bulge, throat-pie, dumbification, junk food binge, eating meat, bossy reader as always

18+ ONLY

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Joel didn’t know he married the Hungry Hungry Hippo, Galactus the planet devourer, Garfield the tabby cat.

You’re on your phone texting while cuddling Joel. He’s more interested in the movie than you are, but that doesn’t stop him from tracing his finger along your arm, occasionally kissing the top of your head and nuzzling his nose. He loves the scent of your shampoo after a wash, damp and cold against his warm chest. Sometimes you protest how closely he wants to cuddle you, all smushed up on the couch. Your body temp skyrocketed with the baby changing everything. But since he’s keep the AC on full blast, your warm heavy body keeps him from being a popsicle.

The landlines chimes in from the kitchen.

He rolls his eyes. Of course, something to interrupt the comfort that took 40 minutes for you to settle into. "I'll get it,” He grumbles quickly and hoists himself up off the couch. He wants to make whoever the fuck is calling at such a late hour a quick convo. If it’s fucking Tommy needing bailed out again, he thinks begrudgingly, I’ll just hang up on him. 

He clears his throat and answers: “Hello, Miller Residents.”

"Can you get me a bowl of Cap'n crunch while you're up?"

He glances back over at you sitting up on the couch, your cell to your ear as you wave at him. you point to your belly mouthing I T S  F O R  T H E  B A B Y.

It’s for the baby, my ass. You’ve been a hungry hungry hippo who’s been snacking like crazy and ignoring the doctor’s warnings. 

But cranky Momma is way worse than a scolding doctor. 

He grits his teeth and slams the receiver a little too hard down on the desk.

You can hear him shuffling around in the kitchen, a clash of a bowl on the counter  and the jingle of overly processed cereal filling it up. 

He walks back into the living room. You’ve taken up the whole couch now, with no inclination to move over to let him back on.

You shove a fist into the bowl and pop a bunch of the crunchy orange squares into your mouth “f’anks” you mumble, eyes not once making contact with him as you stare ahead and much away. Crumbs fall onto your chest and down to the floor and sofa, as if Joel hadn’t just cleaned all of it this morning.

.

The next night, Joel's cooking some steaks. You weren’t really a meat-crazed person, having maybe one or two helpings of poultry or occasionally red beef a week, but normally ,you could go without it for a few meals without thinking about it. 

Pregnant momma? She was a fucking carnivore. He had barely set the sizzling steak down before you snatch one onto your plate. He turns around to slice into one, checking its temp before serving, only to see it was a bit too red and bloodied on the inside.

"Oh babe I gotta cook these a little longer; they're too rare--"

You were hacking away and tearing a large chunks of the red, near pulsing meat, juices pouring out your lips, a vampire gorged on a fat blood sucking meal. Despite its tenderness, you chew endlessly and stare off into the table like a Llama enjoying its food on the field. 

"Maybe...we should���slow down a bit,” he suggests with uncertainty. His fork and knife frozen in midair, still in each hand. He hasn’t shifted view or blinked, but clear worry (and maybe a tad bit of fear) stretch across his face.

"Uighgrrfmggmmdeeofxsw,” you reply with gargled cow remains sloshing in your wide open trap. 

 “Right. That."

You swallow what’s left. Joel’s does a double take: your steak is somehow gone, juice licked clean off the plate in front of you.

“Can I have yours???"

He had only sliced 4 cuts  for himself so far. But the hungry look in your pupils, licking your lips while watching his dinner, it’s clear you’ve answered for him. He sadly sets his cutlery down and slides his plate to you. 

Its even more interesting when you douse it in salt and throw a slab of butter on top of it, watching it melt before slicing a big chunk off.

"You gotta watch the salt intake—“

“—Can you make chicken? I want chicken now.”

“N-no,” he shakes his head, whiplash from the conversation. Maybe you’ve gone def AND blind AND lost your taste buds. “I made steak. You've had 2 steaks now. Why do you need chicken?”

“That second one was for the baby. The chicken is for me.”

“What about the fist one?”

“….We split that.”

“Awfully hungry baby,” he says with a dead tone, straight faced as he eats the one roll left in the basket that hasn’t been devoured by you. 

“Well she’s yours, isn’t she?” 

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You wipe your face with a napkin, a fried chicken leg and wing now securely packed tight in your tum tum along with the famished baby.

"What's for dessert?" You chime eagerly.

Joel turns to wash the dishes, hiding his smirk. He’s got you now, no surprise cravings will catch him short on this one: He boasts proudly, “I bought you apple pie--"

"I want cupcakes. Whip cream icing. Chocolate.”

His grin quickly deflates into a frown. “No.” He says sternly, a little aggravated. “I bought you pie—“

"Did I say I want pie? L I S T E N,” you snap, slapping your palms together with each syllable. 

He puts his foot down with tense sudsy hands going to his hips. “No. I'm not going out again.”

You raise your eyebrows threateningly. One look.

30 minutes later Joel is shuffling into the house with a pack of 12 cupcakes he bought at the bakery.

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You’ve managed to prop yourself up on the couch after some heaving. “Ha! The baby is making me workout get strong! Obviously that’s why I’m so hungry.” You shrug it off. “Oh! I want raw cookie dough.”

Joel was on his phone the entire time, but the second you said I want, his brain queued in and he quickly retorts, “No.”

He goes back to replaying the voicemail he missed, settled and focused on the opposite couch.

Of course he Doesn't realize you’ve somehow lumbered up past him and now waddling back with 4 chunks of raw cookies in your hand, popping them in your mouth one at a time.

His eyes dark up to watch you, transfixed on the screen as you bend your knees, hardly paying attention to the way you’re about to fall on the couch. He has half the mind to help, but what’s one lesson you need to learn the hard way?

Regretfully, you bounce down successfully and pull your legs up.

And then, as you dust your hands off from the chocolate stains melted on your palms, Joel’s lips part in a o as you reach behind you and pulling an entire gallon container of animal crackers. 

"Babe"

"Wha?” You don’t turn around to look at him, still shoveling them into your mouth. “Yuu wan wan?"

"You need to stop eating every damn thing in the house.”

You gasp incredulously, your hand over your heart in painful offense. “The baby is very hungry! She's related to you and that belly.”

He only remembers to stop himself from reminding you that your belly is much bigger than his now. 

"The baby—“ (that was the new thing now: the baby  this baby that. The baby is why I need this shirt in blue and green. The baby is why I need the ice cream layered horizontally not stacked vertically. The baby —)

"No. Not the baby,” he snaps. “You."

You start to cry. "I thought I AM your baby!!!" 

He gives you a “seriously” look and you stop the fake tears.

“So how about it?”

“I don’t want you getting salmonella.”

“ugh fine. You can bake them I guess.”

He’s about to protest the idea of any dough going into your body, cooked or raw, but knows its going to be a lost cause.

Joel makes you a platter of Assorted cookies: chocolate chip, fudge, triple chocolate, sugar, and oatmeal raisin.

You clap your hands as he carefully places the little plate atop your bump. Humored by the custom “mini” table you’ve got going on now. Maybe his baby doesn’t like her head being used as a countertop, but with the way you close your eyes and moan after biting into the chocolate chip, babygirl must be pleased too.

He goes to the bathroom quickly and then comes back only to glare down at you. You've taken exactly one bite out of every single cookie, leaving crescent shapes for him to scathe.

Every cookie, except oatmeal raisin. You clearly did take a bite ,but spit it out and put the lump back near the undesirable #1 cookie.

“These mine?” Joel asks bemused.

You nod happily. You felt very proud to have enough control and leave him some this time! 

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It’s about 9:30 pm. You're acting drunk and woozy even tho you're just a new level of tired and achy

"Woopppoooooo!!! Paaartttaaayyy!" You shout with fists in the air, drinking down a shot glass of sugar water. 

“Alright party Momma. It’s bedtime.” 

"Ppfffttt! No old man! Dont steal my fun.”

Joel stands over the couch, blocking your view from the TV, his hands on his hips. “You're being difficult "

“YoU’rE bEiNg DifFicUlT,” you mock and wave him off. "Oop I need to pee. Help me up.”

Joel” grabs both your grabby hands and hoists you up to your feet. “Now up the stairs, you.”

You waddle towards the stairwell, one hand cupping your lower back. Joel is right at your heel. you up at the treaturous journey ahead, all 8 steps to the top floor. Cracking your neck side to side, you wave your arms over to the handrail and begin: “Left foot. Right foot. Left. Fuck. Fuck stairs. Who invented stairs. Left foot…”

Joel’s so sleepy that he nearly falls forward. And he knows you would not take too kindly to him ramming his face into your ass as you battle your worst enemy.

Finally to the top, you scurry over like a penguin to the bathroom. He fears the long night ahead, with all the sugar swirling in your system undoubtedly going to keep him up.

He rubs his wears eyes. Startled when a moment later you’re right next to him by your side of the bed, patiently waiting for him to help you up.

"Get in the covers,” he hums with exhaustion.

But you don’t move. “No"

"Now.”

"I want an orange.”

"No. You—you just had your snack."

"That was the baby's snack. I want MY snack”.

Dear Christ almighty, bless me with a boy next time so that I have a fighting chance against her and mini her. “If I get you an orange, will you go to bed?" He asks irritably, his voice enunciating each word to ensure the contract that he’s making with you right now is solidified on both ends of the bargain.

You think it over before nodding with a little innocent beam. 

You crawl into the covers just as Joel descends the stairs once again. It takes the entire time for him to grab some oranges, a peeler, and paper towel just for you to rotate your middle and sit your ass in bed.

You sit up against the headboard and clap your hands, so excited when he reappears with the goods. He puts the towel on your mini-table bump and plops one orange atop.

Joel sighs and begins to walk towards his side of the bed, but is haunted when you clear your throat for his attention.

“Yes?”

"Peel it.”

He tries not to visibly roll his eyes before he's opening the round orange with his large fingers and clubbed nails. Everything smells like nectarine now.

Picky as can be, you peel off the extra dried white veiny bits and suck on each pod of the orange.

You expect a sweet simpleness to squirt on your tongue, but instead, a sour, bitter, unripe taste floods your mouth. “Ugh these are gross, now I want—“

Joel closes his wardrobe drawer, his shirt off and only halfway down to his boxers. “NO. NO means fucking NO. I’M TIRED. YOU’RE TIRED. WE'RE GOING TO BED. NOW,” he barks sternly into the mirror. His shoulders huffing from such aggression without being able to look at you.

You throw the covers off, orange skin and slices flying everywhere.

“Fuck you! I want ice cream! I want bananas and steak and potatoes and tacos and—!" 

-

He bares his teeth in a snarl, deep angered eyes casting downward with each poignant rut. “You're so annoying, so goddamn spoiled,” he grunts. His huge hands are wrapped around the top of your head and  cupping your jaw and bulging cheek, keeping you in place as he pushes his length into your mouth over and over again. “You’re gonna do shit when I tell you, the first time I say—shit—fuck there we go—gonna listen—unnggghhfff—listen ta me from now on. Just be my good little silent. Slutty. Pregnant. Wife.”

Your teary eyes are fixed upward at his imposing figure. Feeling each time his tip nudges the back of your throat has you gagging but you can’t pull away to breathe—not that you want to.

“You get—what I give ya—and you be grateful bout it.”

You gargle a moan in agreement. His balls slap against your chin with brutal punches. by this time tomorrow, there will be Joel-finger prints bruising your face and neck.

You love it. You love it when Joel forces you out of the hormonal phase of bossing him around, the endless need to want more and more, no end in sight to your greedy gluttonous desires, until he’s blowing up and blowing off steam using you instead. And it becomes very clear to you how much you just really wanted him this whole time. 

“That’s it—that’s it—you were hungry for my cock weren’t ya? Yeahhhh. Just begging me all night for it. Wanted all that meat for dinner, huh? Couldn’t just come out n’ say it? Your little brain didn’t know what ya truly needed. S’okay, Momma. I’m takin’ care of ya, aren’t I?”

The gluglugglug sounds mixed with strained pitchy whines echo in the master bedroom.

You grip his thighs with your hands to steady yourself, allowing him to abuse your throat. Maybe your knees hurt. Maybe the baby is settling uncomfortably against your lower back, and maybe it’s going to be really difficult to get up from this position in a few minutes. But each thick throb of his length filling your mouth over and over again, the spit slick strings dropping from your lips to your swollen tits, and the dent in your throat from his cock stretching to accomodate his size has your swollen pussy dripping into the carpet for more, more, more. 

It’s been at least a week since Joel drained himself. No wonder he’s been so on edge with each demand. Usually marveling how cute you are, but tonight he was at him limit. You were about to get a hefty, Joel Miller sized load filling your belly, and it’s going to be better than any cookie, steak, or orange in the entire world.

He feels the way your lips suction tighter. Your eyes are leaking tears, and he smirks as he brushes his thumb over to collect it. Briefly bringing it to his tongue and sucking on the salty taste before holding your head in place. 

“Shhh-shhhhhhhh. You gonna take it? Shit—shit—fuck yeah you are. Gonna fuckin take what I give ya, that’s right. My sweet wife. Bossing me around. Shit. Love when ya get like this. Known I’m gonna wreck that ass or that pussy or that mouth—all belongs to me. Fuck—fuck—fuuckk—“

His mouth drops into an o, brows drawn tightly together as slams his pulsing member balls deep into your mouth one final time. You choke, eyes wide as the tip of his cock breaches the deepest part of your throat, your nose suffocated by his pubic hairs and the fat of his lower belly surrounding your cheeks. His balls twitch against your lower lip, and you feel it coming. The travel of his seed from his sack, up his shaft along your tongue—a generous spurt of cum finally shooting from his tip and down your throat. You gag with each fat load that he pumps down your esophagus, too much to swallow at once yet having no other choice but to gulp it down quickly. Your face feels hot. He’s cumming endlessly, your mind blanking and eyes feeling blurry.

“Take it, take it, take it, that’s it,” he hisses through clenched teeth.

You nod just a little, hugging your arms around his thick thighs tighter. He grins, humming “That’s my good fucking wife, and throws his head as the last of his pleasure makes its way safely from his sated balls to your full womb.

Joel pulls you off his length gently. You sputter out cum and saliva onto his feet, sucking in air through your lungs like a newborn. 

Joel gets to one knee, his thumb pressed gently under your chin so you look directly at him. He’s got such softness in his eyes again, the ones that just switch on a dime the second he’s satisfied his aggress out on you. 

You’re completely wrecked: snot spit connecting to your nostrils and swollen lips, cheeks warm and eyes puffy and hazy with exhaustion and tears.

“That—mmffffgg!—was—definitely—my—snack,” you rasp with a hoarse voice. A lazy grin spread across your face only briefly as you continue to suck air.

Joel shakes his head before planting a long kiss atop your forehead. his hands glide along your body, and just in time as your knees give way and you’re falling into him. 

If you had half the mind right now, you’d curse him out for scooping you up and carrying you to bed like his once youthful bride, too concerned with the size and weight of your new body putting unnecessary stress on his aging knees and back. But Joel doesn’t protest once. Just watches you with loving eyes as he settles you into the soft bed. His tongue dips to your chest and breasts, kissing and sucking away any remnants of his rough face fucking. His cum, your spit, and fuvk it, even the little snot specks—all of it he cleans up before coming up to your lips. He kisses you softly with gentle pecks, enough to ensure you can still catch your breath. He sucks your lower lip into your mouth before wiping his own with his thumb. You’re calmer now, sated and drifting so close to sleep.

Joel clambers into bed next to you, wrapping his arm under your head and swaddling you close. You instinctively roll into his embrace. Kissing his peck and rubbing your face against him dreamily with soft breaths. “Tha hit ther spert juss rite. Ur da bess, Jol.”

“I know. So are you.” He waits for a reply, but nothing comes from you. “Are you goin’ into a food coma, baby?”

Your gentle snores answer him, along with the drool now pooling on his peck.

He chuckles and pulls your head into his face, inhaling your scent. Strong, secure, graceful hands caress your big belly. Your very very full belly, the one that he’s not going to envy when it gives you a the tummy ache tomorrow from stuffing it with so much junk food tonight. 

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HOTLINE | GHOSTFACE X FEM!READER

a b r i d g e m e n t : ghostface has been stalking you for some time… but do you even care?

TW: masturbation, stalking, degradation in a sickeningly sweet tone (pet names), reader being absolutely whipped for ghost, oral (both receiving)

A/N: credits for the second picture belong to jadegpp on pinterest 💋

“Yeah, I’m telling ya, Stacy, the trip was bitchin’.” you rambled adorably through the brick cell, your vacant hand focused on painting your toe nails.

your hands were beautifully manicured, he noted, and before you could say another word to your friend over the phone, his aching member was already being freed from his trousers. it wasn’t often that a potential victim could get him this hard on the first day of stalking, but you were just too pretty.

your perfectly plump lips were rambling on, and he just wished he could slip his cock inside of those, holding your head in place. your pretty nails were shining due to the lamp at your nightstand.

“Yeah, no, I wouldn’t even do that for 10 dollars… what was Brody thinking?” you giggled, throwing your head back.

how he wished he could mark that beautiful neck, kiss it, suck it, squeeze it. his fingers gave the first tug at his throbbing cock, his eyes focused on your legs. your left foot was placed on your right knee, giving him a glimpse of your soaked panties.

“Come on, Stacy, Brady and Louis were definitely trying to cop a feel at me. It was pretty bodacious.” you grin, biting your lip.

oh? you’re getting off on two boys? his hands were pumping his cock even faster, watching you squeeze your thighs together.

“Yeah, I gotta go, call ya later,” you say in a high-pitched phone, quickly putting it back into place and finally sneaking your hand on your panties, rubbing over the fabric.

goosebumps started to grow on your skin, and your trembling hand rubbed the fabric into your throbbing pussy, soaking the cloth.

and as he watched from a window, he furiously stroked his aching cock, leaking every thrust as he got so far into it, he pushed his hips up into his hand.

fuck. his little doll was just too pretty. she deserved to be fucked hard and deep, like only a prince could fuck his princess. for that pretty face alone, she deserved his cock. his cock only belonged to her.

and as he watched you slip the panties to your knees, your perfect clit perfectly positioned on display, his claims were proven true.

your slender fingers made their way onto your clit, rubbing and daring. how adorable that your cheeks were already red, it made him wonder how you would react bouncing on his thick cock.

you bit your lip, your eyes focused on the locked door. your moans were muffled and your eyebrows furrowed. and just when his load shot onto his stomach, you decided to insert your fingers.

your beautiful fingers appeared and then disappeared into your pretty hole, repeating the notion. your thighs were quivering, and you tried to take it slow.

you pushed your hips to your fingers, and he could swear you were putting on a little show, by the way you were putting on an adorable face. his panting heaved and he was sitting there in the aftermath of his climax.

you stood up on shaky legs, and managed to position yourself at the round bed post that looked like a doorknob.

and fuck, if you hadn’t looked like an absolute beauty, you do now.

now he’s seeing you grinding against the bedpost, carefully rubbing your desperate pussy all over it, smearing your juices and rolling your hips. you let out quiet whines and kept riding the bedpost as if it were someone’s face.

you looked like a fucking doll. he couldn’t believe you were all dolled up in nail polish, make up and that goddamn skirt just to be fucked by a bedpost.

if it were up to him, you’d be tied up to that very same bedpost as he fucked deeply into you, feeling his cock protruding all the way into your belly. he’d roll his hips and let you feel every second of it, all while licking your tears away.

he couldn’t believe why you hadn’t gone to have a dorm at your campus. seeing how desperate you were, he was sure you'd let every college boy take you given the chance.

but no, instead you were fucking a goddamn bedpost, like a goddamn slut as your parents are busy doing whatever the fuck.

but before he had time to ponder, he spotted you nearing your orgasm and reached for his phone.

and lo and behold, just as you were about to burst, a ringing sound invaded your ears.

pretty tears of frustration graced your face as you so adorably punched your pillow. nonetheless, you pick up.

“hello?” you asked in a teary yet soft tone. god, he wanted to hear his name in that tone. to hear you praise his girth.

“hello, y/n…” a raspy voice came from the other line, and you couldn’t have looked more clueless.

your bottom lip was pouting, and your expression softened from frustration to confusion in a matter of mere seconds. he’d kill millions to bring you that same expression as you bounced on his cock, too confused for anything to make sense.

“who is this? and how do you know my name?” you asked, your pretty little heart beating out of your chest. you nervously resisted the urge to scream at him to answer quicker.

“So y/n is indeed your name…” he answered huskily, looking at you through narrowed eyes. he couldn’t help but let out a deep chuckle as you responded by chewing on your nails.

“now, don’t ruin that pretty red color,” he tsked playfully, basking in your expression of realisation. “such a pretty little thing, it would be a shame if something happened to you now, wouldn't it?"

“please, this isn’t funny,” you whine, quickly pulling down your skirt. “please tell me who you are!”

“you should see how scared you look right now, all by yourself in your cozy little room. It's quite the sight.” he interrupts, not bothering to answer your plea.

“please, why are you calling me?” you ask, tears in your eyes.

although you couldn’t see him, that didn’t stop him from mocking tapping on his chin a few times, smirking at your stupidity.

"why, because I wanted to talk to my favorite princess, of course!” he mockingly taunted. “it’s not everyday that I get to see you in such beautiful clothes. all dolled up and ready.”

“ready for what?” you asked softly, to which he let out only an incredulous laugh.

“baby, are you this stupid?” he laughs, his deep modulated voice booming. “how am I supposed to come over and fuck you senseless if you already don’t have any in your pretty little head?”

your breathing hitched, but you felt your pussy purring greedily.

“there she goes, already getting all wet and needy for a fucking voice on the phone,” he tsked, shaking his head. “does my pretty girl need something in her pussy?”

and there you go, abandoning all morals as you nod your dizzy head and calm yourself down. you haven’t spoken to your hook-up in three months and you absolutely need it. he knew you needed it. but do you know what’s happened to that little hook-up of yours?

“so, this is what you’re gonna do,” he starts bringing his lips closer to the voice modulator. “you’re going to open that window, and lie on your bed with your pretty legs spread. I need that pussy glistening for me, doll.”

you nod, desperately scrambling to open your window, and you eagerly spread it. you shiver slightly due to the cold air on your bare cunt.

and after 2 minutes, you ultimately see that infamous mask, staring right at you. his hands are gloved, something that turns you on.

his hands rubbed up and down your thighs, as if marinating a chicken. you looked up at him, and he tilted his head to the side.

“you’re making it hard for me not to fuck you into oblivion when you keep gazing up so sweetly at me.” he spoke, his voice higher than on the phone, but nonetheless deep.

“then do it.” you smiled, to which his gloved hand rubbed your cheek and he laughed.

“too fucking adorable,” he chuckled, and let you nuzzle your head against his hand like a little kitten. “but you wouldn’t be able to handle it. as if I’m like the little boys you hang with.”

“they’re my age!” you protest, to which he quickly placed his thumb past your lips.

“keep sucking, sweet slut,” he cooed, his unoccupied hand freeing his cock.

you kept sucking on the thumb, swirling your tongue around the fingertip and before you know it, it was being pulled out of your mouth with saliva connecting. and to your surprised, he guided the tip of his cock to your plump lips, rubbing against it.

“open up, sweetheart. m’gonna keep you real quiet. don’t want your parents to hear you getting fucked, do you?” he asked in fake sympathy, holding you by the throat.

you shook your head, and quickly opened up your lips, allowing your wetness enveloping his thick meat. it disappeared past your soft lips, and you found your mouth drooling from the edges, your spit tracing a vein on the underside.

“there we go…” he murmured sickeningly, moving your head and pushing his hips. “that’s my sweet girl.”

you whine at his praise, the pulsations felt by his cock. he let out a grunt and you bobbed your face, almost choking on it.

he smiled, brushing away the hair sticking to your sweaty forehead. your tongue was swirling around the base, and you feel your hair being pulled into a ponytail.

he tugged at the ponytail whenever he wanted another whine out of you, and you claw at his thighs, wanting so desperately to deep throat him.

“fuck, are you getting all worked up for me, baby?” he asks, thrusting into your mouth. “my pretty baby, my prettiest girl.”

you couldn’t do anything but nod as beautiful tears streamed down your cheeks. your eyes were red, and your lips swollen to perfection. his hands tangled through your hair, intentionally messing it up. his chest heaved as you kept sucking and your hands rubbed up and down his thighs.

and before you could make him cum, he pulled you off him by the hair and threw you to the bed.

you sat up by your elbows as he crawled over you, taking off his mask and having his nose brush against his.

his lips planted traces on your jaw, and you wrapped your legs around him pulling him closer to you.

“does my girl have no patience?” he asks, kissing down her face, to her neck. “I guess I can’t wait either. not while you taste so sweet.”

he flips over, and has you straddling him. he slightly pushes his hips up as if you were sitting on a horse from a merry-go-round. you smiled, gripping onto his shoulders.

“come on, my sweet, you know what you need to do,” he said, a smug smile on his lips. you took the hint and quickly lowered your pussy onto his face.

you wanted to lift yourself a bit, afraid to suffocate him, but he wouldn’t even use his tongue unless you fully sat on his face. you obliged, of course, your throbbing clit soothed by the feeling of his tongue connecting to your juices, eventually slurping it up.

“a-ah, n-need you…” you moaned, grinding against his face. his nose, combined with the sensation of his tongue made your thighs shake.

“need me to do what, baby? I’m already eating this sweet pussy up.” he cooed, before pushing you back down on him. “use your pretty little mouth.”

“f-fast…” you continued, grinding against his nose and face.

“oh, that’s it, baby?” he mockingly murmured, lifting you again from him, and you already missed the sensation. “is that all your pretty little lips could muster?”

you nodded, and before you could open your mouth again, he pushed you back down, his tongue penetrating your pussy. you moaned and moaned as he grunted, the vibrations of his voice felt by your pussy.

you gripped the headboard, rolling your hips as if you were riding a horse. if his eyes were open, he might have been able to see your perky breasts bouncing and occasionally rubbing against the headboard. his face was covered by your skirt and you looked like a college girl with her boyfriend.

“f-fuck, I’m going to…” you blabber, to which he speeds up his ministrations.

and just when you were about to burst your cum onto his beautiful face, he stopped. and the tears of frustration kept streaming down.

“oh, calm the fuck down, dollface,” he said, chuckling and rolling his eyes. “I’m giving you my dick, and then we’ll both cum, does that register in your dumb little head?”

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I wanted to collect the entirety of the Denial-Verse thus far, my canon compliant fics following Tommy and Buck’s love story throughout the show. It's a character study in loneliness, belonging, what it means to be and feel loved, and what steps it takes to finally believe one can have happiness. And while it will be coming back for Season 8 and will probably have a few short stories here and there before Season 8 begins, I wanted to highlight all four of the current fics within the series.

caught in this denial (tell me the day, I’ll say no more)

| Rated: M | WC: 35K | Chapters: 7 |

Summary: Tommy Kinard's life changes for the better when his old friend Chimney calls him out of the blue for help on a rescue and he meets the adorably awkward Evan "Buck" Buckley.

Excerpt:

Was this man looking down to see the hand or – no. No. Tommy knew it couldn’t be checking out. That wasn’t happening here. The guy took Tommy’s hand and shook it. Kept shaking it as he said, “Evan! Evan Buckley. Or Buck. Whatever you, uh. Want to call me is fine.” And it wouldn’t hurt to be a little friendly, could it? Evan didn’t seem to mind as Tommy leaned only a touch closer, looking into the man’s unwavering eyes as Tommy asked, “Are you sure you don’t have a preference, Evan?” That. That wasn’t blush. That wasn’t bashfulness as Evan’s eyes turned away. This had to be what Evan always sounded like as he mumbled at the ground, still shaking Tommy’s hand, “Evan’s fine.”

Muay Thai and Flying Lessons

| Rated: M | WC: 45.6K | Chapters: 10 |

Summary: Tommy Kinard is dating Evan "Buck" Buckley. They're even going to a wedding together in a few weeks. Tommy's excited about this new relationship, if a little nervous. But Tommy has a good feeling about Evan, and he wants to see this through.

Excerpt:

“Wait, so if you’re not here to hang out with Eddie, who are you hanging out with?” asked Hen. Tommy. Heard the thud of someone falling down from the firetruck. And there, on the floor, faceplanted and looking drained of all energy, was Evan Buckley. “Evan?” asked Tommy.

Burnt Lasagna and Slow Dances

| Rated: M | WC: 74.4K | Chapters: 15 |

Summary: Tommy Kinard now has an adorable boyfriend - Evan "Buck" Buckley. And for the first time in Tommy's life, he feels like, maybe, just maybe, this relationship might last.

Excerpt:

And all those different conversations overlapping was overwhelming. Tommy barely knew if he could untangle them, let alone take any of them in. But through all the noise and chaos, he saw Evan’s texts. EVAN: Hey EVAN: Saw that Tay interviewed you EVAN: I’m not sure if I’ve ever seen someone trip her up because of genuine honesty haha EVAN: Today was probably rough, though EVAN: I’ll pick you up, okay? Tommy smiled at that. And Tommy texted Evan back. TOMMY: It was rough TOMMY: Thank you, I’d love for you to pick me up Tommy heard the telltale ding of a cell phone… right outside the locker room. Tommy looked to the door, seeing Evan waiting there with a bouquet of flowers. Tommy’s smile grew wider.

A Surprise Visit

| Rated: T | WC: 2.4k |

Summary: Tommy goes to his first pride parade as a volunteer giving out water.

Excerpt:

“Tommy!” Tommy blinked, turning to the voice as he saw Hen, Karen, Denny, Mara, Jee-Yun, and Maddie walk over. Tommy. Kind of beamed, standing up. “Hey,” said Tommy as the all came over, “What are you all doing here?” There was something adorable to Hen and Karen’s shirts. Hen’s said “I Heart My Tungsten-Iodine-Iron” and Karen’s said “I Heart My Helium-Nitrogen”. The phrases were painted on these shirts in the colors of the lesbian flag, which made Tommy chuckle once he realized that these dorks made periodic table pride shirts. Maddie and the kids didn’t have anything on for pride, much like Tommy himself, but they seemed to find the same pride pin that Tommy was gifted. Maddie raised a hand. “I might have learned from Buck that you were at the stand today, and I thought – I have the day off. Hen and Karen have the day off. Wouldn’t hurt to offer it as an option,” explained Maddie. “We haven’t gone to Pride in a while, and we knew you were working this one,” said Karen thoughtfully, smiling, “So, we thought we’d support your free water stand.”

By A Thousand Cuts

| Rated: M | WC: 11.5K | Chapters: 3/3 |

Summary: Tommy Kinard has his first big fight with his boyfriend, Evan "Buck" Buckley.

Excerpt:

“I think I just had the worst shift of my life,” Tommy said as he dropped his duffle next to the door, a little – a little shocked by what had just happened to him on that shift.

The Fire is Inside the House

| Rated: M | WC: 79.1K | Chapters: 14 |

Summary: Evan "Buck" Buckley is fighting a wildfire with the 118, when he sees a helicopter crash - the helicopter of his boyfriend, Tommy Kinard. It's a race against time to find Tommy before the wildfire hits the crash site.

EXCERPT:

Buck couldn’t stop smiling at Tommy. Tommy was just. Hot. And nice. And he showed up. Always. Fuck. Buck loved this guy. “What?” asked Tommy, and there was a hint of a smile there. “Nothing. I just like you driving me,” said Buck. And Buck could see that Tommy couldn’t help it, he smiled too; not quite the scrunchy kind, but that dimpled one he did. The morning was young. Buck could get his man to that scrunch nose smile. “Oh, you like a chauffeur?” asked Tommy playfully. “Only one as hot as you.” And there was the scrunch. “I only drive the hottest myself.”

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Full Flower Moon in Sagittarius ♦︎ Moon Magick Pick A Card

Yo! Full Flower Moon in Sag was on 23rd May; have you started to feel more light, more confident, more sure-but-chill in the trajectory of your Destiny? Sagittarius is the ruler of the 9th House of philosophy and the foundation of politics…but I dunno why lately I’ve been getting this notion of ‘destiny’ attached to it🤷🏻‍♀️

I think it’s just the time we’re living in~ This year, is the year so many Lightworkers and Starseeds get on with their real missions, and sure, more of the general public are also coming to awakening. Since the ‘battle’ ahead is going to take a toll on many of us both on the spiritual and material levels, the Higher Realms are making sure all of us warriors of Light basic needs are met first. You see, Light is essentially information. The body uses a lot of energy to digest Light—to digest information. Light needs to be integrated well with your cells for it to be useful at all.

With this beautiful Full Flower Moon in powerful and passionate Sag, all of our dreams of material abundance are flowering and blooming majestically with the natural rhythm of the Divine Order. Dance, children. This is a time to fully immerse yourself in feeling abundant, safe and stable, knowing that this security is only getting stronger and realer as the weeks and months go by! <3

Romance, friendship, community, company and communication; all of that is rolling out for everybody as we celebrate the end of the spring faery magick. This summer, fears and anxiety are completely dissolved in the salt waters. Play around, babe <3 Sleep and rest as much as you like. You’ve done so well! You’re been strong for so long, so now you can be soft with yourself~🧸

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Pile 1 – Not Butting In On Other People’s Karma Nomo

a u t h o r i t y – 10 of Cups

Babe, I think this season you’re finally coming to a realisation that you deserve to be surrounded by a Soul Tribe and Soulmates. Like I’m seeing you’re no longer interested in settling for people whose hearts are not connected to you, those whose values clash with your own. You’ve learnt the hard way just how exhausting it is to be involved in other people’s drama. Originally, it’s not like you yourself are that much into drama. Or if you did before, you’ve grown up enough to not want it anymore~

Right now, you’d much rather be in your own company and figure out ways to connect with your core again. There’s a lot of soul-searching that’s needed for now. All of the habits—and ways of thinking—you’ve absorbed from other people are being flushed out at this moment. I think it’s more like you’re weaning off their influences LOL What’s truly important right now is your own peace of mind. You’re sure from the depths of your heart that this is the real way to manifest a Soul Tribe <3

s u p r e m a c y – 3 of Cups Rx

~supremacy over your own self-defeating tendencies/inclinations/habits~

Unlike the other Piles, your supremacy over yourself this season is more about your sense of freedom in pursuing interests and activities, even studies, that genuinely suit your tastes. You’ve sacrificed enough of your physical and mental energy, as well as your creative and spiritual aenergy on being there for other people. Now you’re saying no. You’re in the midst of building a healthy boundary. Some of you could have been doing this for a while now and this is your confirmation that you’re managing just fine! Don’t doubt yourself <3

Seems like quite a number of you could have doubts every now and then…wondering if you’re turning into an antisocial bitch for choosing to be alone and saying no to helping people or attending social gatherings—or not replying to chats immediately XD So, this is your confirmation that protecting your peace and sanity is not selfish in a bad way. Maybe it’s a bit antisocial or whatever but it’s not like you’re hurting people? You’ve got to work on some things on your own, right? So that’s alright.

PsychicBigSis on YouTube says, ‘Protect your energy, even when it gets lonely~’😏

p h i l o s o p h y – 10 of Wands Rx

Yup, this philosophy is all about you realising that people can only be responsible for their own consumption and manifestation. If you consume shit media and entertain shit ways of thinking, then you manifest shit Reality as well. Now you understand that you can’t save people from the hell of their own making. Their own mindsets and what they choose to entertain are what’s creating their Reality. You understand now that you want no part in it.

Because, babe, you know from the depths of your Soul that you’re meant for a much better Reality. A Reality of abundance and glory and happy, where you get to be authentic and comfortable in your own skin. One way or another, I think your Spirit Guides have sent you an understanding on how bad it is to be involved in other people’s karma. Now you understand people can only resolve their own bad karma because that is their lesson.

If you haven’t necessarily come across this notion, I kinda think Sadhguru prolly has something meaningful to say about it <3

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Pile 2 – True Love’s Kiss Rooted in Self-Worth

a u t h o r i t y – 5 of Pentacles

Oh ma god, babe! What kinda heartbreak have you been through recently? Or maybe it’s an old wound that hasn’t fully, completely healed? But anyway, I’m seeing you rise above these heartaches. More like, you’ve transformed the way you think about these things. About human connections, relationships and friendships, including the essence of a familyship, of course. The betrayals and/or abandonment you’ve experienced have truly taught you that you deserve a soulmate-shit relationship and friendships! <3

You’ve learnt the hardest way that wrong friendships could destroy your Life! For some of you, maybe your past relationships or friendships weren’t necessarily socially wrong or whatever but being with the wrong people destroyed your heart; it destroyed your faith in people; and it’s such a sad thing. You’re now on your way to healing, fully, from those pains. This Flower Moon is assisting new seeds of trust and companionship to bloom in your heart. Everything’s gonna be beautiful again in the end, I promise you ^_~v

s u p r e m a c y – 2 of Cups

~supremacy over your own self-defeating tendencies/inclinations/habits~

See? 2 of Cups is a soulmate card whose focus is on an equal give and take. With the right people, you won’t even have to ask because they’re always giving Love to you anyway. It’s not to say that we should disregard real, direct communication, but more about how we, when in the company of the right people, will never feel like we have to ask for the bare minimum. This reading is basically trying to convince you that you’re not asking for too much when you ask for soulmate-flavoured connections HAHAH

It will be given to you. Because you have asked the Universe for it. Because you have done what’s necessary to transform your own point of view. Because now you want it and believe that you’re deserving of it. It will be yours~ Sorry, bitch, I didn’t make the rules. That’s just how the Law of Assumption(?) works ;P You ask for it, you work towards it, you believe in it, you get it. Not settling for any less than IT anymore. Keep your gaze at IT, vibrations high and standards even higher <3

p h i l o s o p h y – 8 of Cups

This part is probably gonna repeat some things, after all, your current aenergy is quite straightforward. You’re basically learning that it’s OK to leave behind connections that no longer fulfil you on an emotional level. For some of you, especially if you’re a Fire-dominant person, it seems like you’ve truly learnt to separate your expectations of a professional relation from a personal connection. I think you’ve come at a point where you no longer expect a deeper connection with somebody you’re just working with, and you’re fine with it.

You’re patient enough to wait for a true Soulmate friend or group of friends that will prove to be ‘your people’ until the very end. You’re also patient enough to wait for a True Love’s kiss from a divine being who values themselves completely and healthily the way you’ve learnt to value yourself. You may not really know how you’re gonna connect with these people; you just believe that when the time is right, the Universe is gonna take care of everything <3

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Pile 3 – The Wheel of Fucking Fortune Fucking Turning Around, Bitch~

a u t h o r i t y – Page of Pentacles Rx

Who’s been trying to tackle you, bitch? You had massive enemies, didn’t ya? There’s been this huge-ass envy aenergy targeted towards you and your spiritual progress to a point where it was messing up your physical manifestations? Your studying and healing and spiritual rehab and creating new pathways were all jammed by negative thought-forms? Damn, you survived all of that tho? Here you are feeling better than ever and I know that you know that I know that YOU know you’re coming on TOP of your Game!

And you’re just fucking started. No, no, this isn’t the end of your story. This is the end of a fucking ARC. And your aenemies—yup, with an ‘ae’ coz they’ve been up in your aenergetic ass the whole time LMAO—are somehow getting this ANNOYING inkling that you’re coming together with your greatest Destiny! I think…your aenemies are getting this inkling by observing every single thing that’s going wrong in their own lives LMAO Bitch, bad juju backfiring!

All of the fuckers who’ve wished harm and even death upon you are seeing those very wishes manifesting in their own lives ROFLMAO

s u p r e m a c y – 8 of Pentacles

~supremacy over your own self-defeating tendencies/inclinations/habits~

The way I see it, whether or not you’re still seen or in contact with those old stale farts, they somehow know that you’ve been working so hard at transforming your Life and that things are changing for the better. This message I think will resonate more for those of you who have a social media presence or friends/relatives who are talking to each other or something like that. But even if you’re currently living a completely solitary Life, it could be that your aenemies have been getting dreams about you; probably seeing you shine and be happy and successful or something. It could be a very intuitive thing like that.

At this point in time, it’s possible they could’ve changed as a person themselves and some of them are regretting their actions in the past. Many of them who are thinking about you are admitting loudly, NOW, that they’ve always seen you as a hardworking, honest, decent person who wouldn’t slight another person. And they’re bitterly—very bitterly—realising that this is why the Universe is rewarding you for all of the hard spiritual work you’ve done on yourself for yourself, and those whom you genuinely care about who’ve also genuinely got your back.

p h i l o s o p h y – 5 of Cups Rx

So, your aenemies messed up your chances to get your fortune cookies? Fret not, bitch <3 The Universe is in an active phase of sending you a million boxes of fortune macarons straight from the ‘authentic French confectionary’ section of the Cosmos! Take that! <3 What even is this illustration? XX’D

Some of your milder enemies (if that’s even a thing) are prooobably gonna try and get on your good side now that you’re proving yourself ‘useful’ to them again. This reading is advising you not to take anybody back, babe. ANYBODY. These people wished so much harm on to you once, what makes you think they wouldn’t do it again?

Trust that you’re ABSOLUTELY NOT missing out on anything by excluding these stinky-ass bitches from your blessed Life. If you’re gonna spew that Love & Light bullshit first, spew it on yourself first so you can shield yourself from what is NOT Love & Light. You got that?

If you’ve chosen this as your main pile, you’ve gotta check out PsychicBigSis on YouTube because her collective messages could have meaningful revelations for what you’ve been dealing with <3

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BEN 10 FIC REC

TITLE/LINK RATING COMPLETED-WORD-COUNT SERIES

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Cold  G 2,161 

Just because Ben isn't an Anodite like Gwen doesn't mean that he doesn't have anything in common with his grandmother. 

Back To The Future?  T 

It should have been a routine in-and-out mission. So when things go wrong (as per usual) and Ben thinks he's dead for sure, he's a bit surprised to find himself waking up in the Rustbucket with a ten-year-old Gwen sleeping on the bunk below him, and the calendar on the RV fridge indicating that it was the middle of June in 2006. 

Arguably, The Second Worst Thing To Happen To Rook Blonko  T 3,849 

Ben and Rook meet as kids, during the same summer Ben got the Omnitrix. When Rook can't be returned to his home planet, he ends up in Max Tennyson's care, and he and Ben become best friends. 

Ben 10 Writing Prompts  G 5,471 

A series of Ben 10 writing prompts on tumblr that people, and I, wanted to be saved onto AO3. Here ya go. 

Black Stripes  M 

With the Omnitrix around his wrist Ben's mission in life is to solely help in creating a better universe, however on a mission with his Grandfather Max he never expected to see just how ugly the universe could really be. With a submissive feline type alien bound to his side in servitude Ben's finding out once again just how ugly the universe is, and just how small he is compared to those who wish to tear him and everyone he loves down. 

Benmommy  G 2,124 

Kenny and Gwendolyn (and Devlin) find out that they have older brothers. Ben attempts to be a parent to his other kids. 

14 Of 10  G 

Set After Vengeance of Vilgax. Ben soon gets word of a Poacher kidnapping fourteen Necrofriggians and leaps into action. After his team rescues his babies, Ben decides it’s better for them to return to Earth and be raised there due to them having more humanity in them, causing other Necrofriggians to isolate them from others of their species. How will the Tennyson’s react with the latest members of their family coming? 

Cross Your Heart (And Hope To Die)  T 150,756 SERIES 

By some cruel twist of fate, it was a freak accident that killed Ben Tennyson. When Rook received a cosmic second chance at undoing the disaster that he blamed himself for, he first thought of it as a blessing. Until the same day repeated again. And again and again and again. 

Metamorphosis  T 

Suddenly, and without explanation, the Omnitrix becomes more. Ben, himself, becomes More. And maybe a little less human along the way. Or, Yes, Rook, Ben’s Eyes Have Always Been This Green, Giving Electric Shocks by Accident is Helpful Actually, How Many Eyes Do Humans Have Anyways, Ben Can Hear Every Equation, The Terrifying Ordeal of One the Most Powerful Tools in The Universe Attached To Your Body, Hey Attaching Alien Technology To Your Body Hurts Actually, The Watch Is Sentient, Ignore Ben's Left Arm It Has Always Been This Black and Green! 

Soccer Moms Drive Minivans  T 3,001 

PTA meetings get infinitely more interesting when one of the parents is barely twenty and also the father of fourteen alien babies. 

Keep the Charm But Don't Break My Heart  T 

There's one thing about Big Chill's Offspring that needs to be said: They'll do anything to find one another but also they're children that still need a bit of help. Luckily, Ben is willing to step in and help them. Or: A series of one-shots centred around each of the children as they find their way back home again. 

CROSSOVERS 

Who Are You?  T 92,750 

Danny was on patrol when he felt a prick on his side. Later on, he wakes up in a cell where a boy is thrown in by mysterious men in black and white uniforms. The two of them becomes friends when another boy their age enters their cell to do his job. The results was unsatisfactory for everyone. What will happen to the three boys? 

Space Hockey And Mothbabies  T 2,941 SERIES 

Danny takes an unexpected trip to the omniverse, Kevin owes Danny a favor, and Ben suffers for his crimes against ghost kind. 

Omni-Justice  NR 1,483 

The Justice League is luckily in a meeting when an alien conqueror issues a challenge to Earth. They began planning almost immediately but Green Lantern put a stop to it instantly. It’s not their challenge to answer so they can not interfere. 

What Is A Kryptonian And Why Is He In My Omnitrix  T 

Ben 10 finds his way into the DC universe. Shenanigans ensue. 

Ben, You're A Mother!?  G 

While in a fight with Captain Cold, Flash discovers a small blue little moth alien that has strayed too far from home. This leads the Justice League down a path of finding out a whole lot of new things about their new teammate and recruit, Ben Tennyson. One of those things being the fact that he is apparently a mother to fourteen little ice moth babies! Hilarity, chaos, and family shenanigans ensue 

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Pope the meddler (18+)

A Frankie Morales x f!reader story

Summary: Frankie is head over heels for you, you are a pining mess but none of you will realise it. Santiago has had enough and takes matters into his own hands. Not knowing that the both of you seem to be even more oblivious idiots than he thought

Wordcount: 4.002

Warnings: SMUT!! Minors, be GONE! Not for you!! Neighbours to lovers

Slight angst, insecure reader and Frankie, cursing, smut, P in V, unprotected intercourse (reader uses an IUD), Wrap it up, kids!, mutual pining, teasing, dirty talk, age gap 10 yrs

Beer in the fridge, Dips on the table, steaks prepared, some veggies, lest benny would be gnawing his ears off about his diet again…The grill fired up…everything set. Looking at the clock above his kitchen door, Frankie noticed he was right on time. He grabbed his cell phone, checking for messages. Pope hat sent him one about 10 minutes ago, saying he was on his way. Checking the fridges contents one last time he heard a knock on his door. Confused he stared at his front door. It was a light knock. Almost hesitant. Nothing like the way his boisterous friends would almost take the door off of its hinges. Sometimes they just let themselves in.

He crossed his living room and opened the door. Heat immediately rose from his neck across his face, his hands instantly becoming clammy. You stood in front of him, wearing a blue sundress with intricate white lines across the bodice. You smiled up at him so sweetly his heart nearly gave out. “Hey Frankie,” you said a bit hesitantly. His throat made some kind or gurgling noise before he cleared it awkwardly. “Hey there,___” he said, trying desperately not to sound overwhelmed. Though that feeling caught him almost every time he saw you. When you were waving at him from across your own back yard next to his, whenever he saw you casually shopping and looking like a literal angel doing it. He once saw you and a group of friends enter his favourite bar and he nearly choked on  his beer. Benny wouldn´t let him live it down for weeks. But that was the last indication for his friends to find out that Frankie was head over heels and absolutely desperately attracted to you.

“I come bearing gifts” you said cheerfully and lifted the wicker basket in your hands. “Huh?” he said dumbly. Your face fell at his reaction. “Oh, I´m sorry…Santi said…I didn´t know he didn´t ask you. I´ll…ehm…go home” you said turning around. Your insides squeezed painfully with embarrassment. Of course he didn´t want you there. He wasn´t even the one who invited you. Santi said you should come over. You should have listened to what your grandmother always told you: Don´t go to an event, if it´s not the host who invited you.

You thought you were quite friendly with your insanely adorable neighbour and his friends. You always got a smile out of him across your yard fences, had some nice conversations with him at the produce section. And sometimes even with his sweet little daughter he sometimes had over. You were delighted when Santi invited you over for a barbeque. Maybe you should have known better. Frankie was way out of your league. Incredibly handsome features, a kind man, respectful and loyal. Older by 10 years…why would he be interested in you of all people?

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When your front door closed behind you, Frankie was still staring at your back, unable to move. What had just happened? Were you coming over for the barbeque? He couldn´t remember having the balls to actually invite you. What did you say? Santi said…What did he say to you? Still shellshocked about the disappointed look in your eyes when you turned around he felt his stomach turn and waves of regret washing over him again and again. He had to hold on to his front door when Santi´s car rolled up his driveway.

“Hey there, Fish. You good?” Santi bellowed as he exited his car. Coming up the steps to his front porch he suddenly looked concerned. “Frank? What´s going on? You look like shit, hermano.” Frankie just stared blankly at him. “I think I fucked something up….bad” he whispered. Santiago raised one of his thick eyebrows and then suddenly looked very concerned. “Have you…” he looked left and right quickly while steering him back into the house. “Frank, have you been using again?” “What?” Frankie said sharply, coming out of his stupor. “Of course I haven´t, are you nuts?” Santi looked relieved. “Then why were you just standing on your porch looking like regret itself?” he asked. “You scared me, man.” Frankie looked away. “Sorry,” he said. “It´s just…you know,___ came over just before you did and-“ “Oh, good”, Santi beamed looking around. “Where is she? Did she bring those awesome Muffins I asked for?”

“Muffins….” Frankie said in a hollow voice. “Oh no. Oh no, fuck!” He pulled off his hat and threw it on the sofa. Pacing and raking his hands through his hair he stared at Santi. “You invited her? And didn´t care to mention that to me?” Santi looked almost offended. “Dude…I didn´t know I needed permission to invite someone to our barbeque just because we are having it at your house, and besides” he said exasperatedly. “You´ve been drooling all over her for months now and she is crazy about you. I did you a funkin´ favour ´cause none of your flippin´ pendejos would do anything about it!” Frankie stopped in his tracks. “She´s….she´s not-“ “Oh, for fucks sake, Frank, open your eyes! I know you are as blind as a bat when it comes to romance, so let me help you out.” Santi stood in front of him, his hands on both his shoulders while staring him down. “That woman is mad for you. You might not see it, but that is because for some reason we all don´t get, your self esteem is at rock bottom.” Frankie rolled his eyes. “You know exactly why that is” he murmured. Santiago took a deep breath. “You made a mistake. You paid the price. Frank, you need to start allowing yourself some more. Like accepting someone’s feelings.” Frankie knew he was right. “Doesn´t matter now, really.” He said defeated. “I fucked it up…yet again.” Santi looked at him questioningly. “What do you mean?”

Frankies shoulder dropped. “She was here…just now. Just standing there with that basket in hand and that beautiful smile.” He huffed a humourless laugh. “When she realised I had no idea why she was there…she looked so embarrassed. She just turned around and left. And instead of asking her to stay, I just…froze.” “Jesus, Frank”, Santi sounded sarcastically pissed off. “Right, that´s it.” He clapped his hands and strolled to the front door. “Where are you going?” Frankie sounded worried. “Pope!” he called in a panicky voice when Santiago left the house steering himself towards yours.

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 The three sharp knocks on your door made you jump. You were not in the mood for visitors at all. Eyes probably blotchy from crying. You didn´t want to see anybody. When you heard muffled voices however you got curious. It sounded like they were arguing. Was that Santi? You went over to the door and swung it open. Indeed. Right outside your door was Santi grinning like a maniac, struggling against a panicked looking Frankie who was trying to pry him away from your door. When he saw you however he let him go. He took one look at you and hung his head, looking like a beaten dog. When Santiago saw your face, his grin dropped as well. “Hey, beautiful” he said in a small voice. “Listen, I need to clear something up. I didn´t think about telling Fish about me inviting you. I´m sorry. Really” he looked like it. You nodded trying to close the door again when you felt the lump in your throat reforming. “Wait, wait, sweetheart, please.” Santi said quickly. “Frankie didn´t know you were coming, it was my fault. He´s-“ “Pope!”

You flinched a little hearing Frankie use that kind of tone. You´ve never heard something this sharp come from his mouth. Then again, you shouldn´t be surprised. He used to be a military man after all.

Santi turned with a pleasantly surprised look on his face. Frankie hat lifted his eyes, staring hard at a point somewhere above your head and took the three steps up to your door. “Can we talk?” he rushed out. You nodded and stepped aside. “I´ll tell the boys you´ll be a while” Santi called out with a snicker before the door closed behind Frankie. “Funking hell” he breathed and shook his head.

You walked inside your living room, Frankie following you. A light summer breeze flowed in from the open window, catching onto the skirt of your dress. Frankie was mesmerised. Almost losing his words again. “I´m sorry” he stammered out. “I´m sorry I was such a dick before. Freezing like that. I really didn´t know Pope invited you.” You nodded your head, a tiny smile on your lips. “Maybe I shouldn´t have left so quickly” you said and shrugged your shoulders. “I guess I jumped to conclusions.” He turned his head curiously. “What conclusions?” he asked. You looked at him with a slight guilty look. “That you did know about Santis invitation and weren´t….weren´t ok with it.” His stomach dropped several feet. Without thinking he was walking towards you, grasping your face in his hands. “No,” he said in a reassuring voice. “No, please don´t think like that. Of course I wanted you to come over. I´m the one that never has the balls to actually ask, but believe me, I really want you near me.” His breath caught in his throat when he finished. His big brown eyes blown wide he looked into yours. They were filled with surprise and longing. “I really like you” you blurted out. “I really, really like you, Frankie. I´m sorry if that´s a bother.” You waited with baited breath, studying his reaction.

He looked like a deer in headlights for a moment. Then, your face still in his hands, he spoke. “Bother? Why would your feelings be a bother to me? No, don´t answer that” he said with a chuckle when you opened your mouth. “Sweetness, do you have any idea what you do to me?” he looked at you like you hung the moon and the stars. Your knees began to buckle. “Your ray of sunshine demeanour, your gentle nature, your laugh, god your laugh.” His forehead made contact with yours. Your hands immediately went to his chest, feeling his hammering heart underneath your fingertips. Dreaming, you must be dreaming. “What I´m trying to say without having a damn heart attack is…your feelings are reciprocated, darling.” You tried your best to keep the tears of relief at bay but they came anyway. Silently falling across your cheeks he wiped them away quickly. “Really?” you sniffled. He chuckled again, low in his chest. “Really” he said with a grin. “And right now, I´m really hanging on by a threat here, cariño. Can I…?” Before he was finished with his sentence, you were already on your tip toes, pressing up against his chest and carefully pressing your mouth to his. Your hands wound around his neck when you pulled you closer with a groan. His hands splayed across your waist, thumbs circling slowly. Goosebumps erupting on your skin when his kiss got more heated. More desperate. Your hands fingering at the soft curls on his neck, tucking lightly. He grunted a bit annoyed when the bill of his cap started to get in the way. One hand pushing it off his head and throwing it someplace while his body moved yours closer to the couch.

By the time he sat down and pulled you onto his lap, you were already gone. This was going to happen and you couldn´t look forward to it more. It had been a while for you but you knew that Frankie would not take advantage of you in any way. Pressing yourself closer to him you spread your legs around his hips a bit more. Your lower bodies connected, you could feel the obvious bulge pressing against your heat. With a gasp, Frankie broke the kiss and stared at you with hooded eyes. His lips were swollen and red, his hair tousled. He looked almost out of it. Pride swelled in your chest when you saw what your kisses did to the man that had haunted your dreams for months now.

“Jesus, woman.” He said breathlessly, raking his hands up and down your sides. “You are perfection” You giggled at that, leaning forward and starting to mouth at his throat. “Hardly”, you said against his pulse. “Just doing what I had dreamt about for ages now.” He groaned and leaned his head back as far as he could to give you more access. “Fuck, do whatever you want, hermosa. Anything you´ll do, I swear, I´ve dreamt about it as well.” He was almost panting now. Rolling your hips against him, your confidence spiked with every whimper you heard escaping his lips. You loved it. “So good, hermosa. Please. More. Umph” he clenched his teeth when a swivel of your hips brushed his erection just right.

You didn´t hesitate. Your hand went to the back of his neck pulling him upright again. Without hesitation he grabbed onto your ass squeezing while you pressed sloppy kisses to his lips again. “Frankie” you said breathily. “D-Dress” He understood immediately. Raising his hands he grabbed the thin straps of your sundress and pulled them down your shoulders. Slipping your arms out of them he pulled the bodice down, down…until your chest was completely revealed. Puffing out a gust of air, his eyes wouldn´t move from your breasts. Quickly raising and falling with your laboured breaths you waited for his reaction. Beginning to get a little self-conscious, you gently touched his cheek. “Frankie?” you whispered. “Huh?” he said, finally snapping his head up and looking at you. His eyes were not the chocolaty, soft colour anymore. More of a deep dark, wooden brown. Nearly black. You chuckled about his blissed out expression though. “You can touch them you know” you said with a seductive smile that nearly made him have an accident right there in his pants. “Do you…” he swallowed hard. “Do you really want me to? You don´t have to-“ “Francisco” you said softly. Kissing his lips again and feeling his whole body melt into yours, you tried to let him know how much you wanted this. “If I need to spell it out for you, I will. I. Want. You, Frankie. Always have. Jesus, you´re funny, ambitious, you are a great friend and I´m sure a wonderful father to your little girl,” he held onto you tighter at that. “And I´ve been thinking about this for a very long time now. You have no idea how sexy I think you are, Frankie. So please, no holding back okey? I want it, if you do.”

“If I do?…Jesus,___! You are a fucking dream come true, don´t you know that?” He leaned forward, latching onto your collarbone. Between kisses he murmured “´Been wanting you for ages. Can´t get you out of my head. You make me a blubbering mess. I want it, want you. So much.” Pressing your chest closer to him he got the idea and dived in. Closing his mouth around one of your nipples you yelped at the intensity but pressed his head further into your chest. Humming contently he gently grasped the other breast and began playing with that nipple.

The need to move became too strong. Your hips resuming their rhythm from before. A beautiful dance developed between you and both of you could feel the intensity spiking with every breath. Next time he lifted his head he whispered “Need to be inside you, please. Can I? Please, I´m not going to last much longer, sweetheart. Will you let me?” Nodding frantically you tried to stand up to get rid of your panties. He held you right on his lap with a steel like grip. “Oh no, no, no, you stay right there, hermosa.” His hands moved quickly up the sides of your thighs, underneath the skirt of your dress and grabbing onto your panties. You shivered violently. “Do you care about these?” he asked in a playful tone, nipping at your bottom lip. Grinning you shook your head. “Not very much, no.”

“Perfect.” With a very hard yank you heard the fabric tear. You could feel another rush of wetness between your thighs at the display of his strength. “Fuck, Frankie. Please.” “Protection” he whispered quickly. “I use an IUD and…and I haven´t been with anyone in a very long time…so…If you´re ok with it-“ “Are you being serious,___? You´d let me?” He sounded breathless. You nodded. “You´re an honest man, Frankie. You wouldn´t do it if it put me at risk.” He nodded his head quickly, looking at you with pure adoration. “Then take me, Frankie.”

It only took him a moment to free himself frantically from the confines of his pants. You lifted yourself from his lap, holding onto his shoulders. Your head was swimming in anticipation. To finally be united with the man of your dreams. When you first felt his tip at your entrance, your breath escaped your lungs with a punch. Moving back and forth to coat his dick thoroughly, you saw his eyes roll back and his hands held onto your hips even tighter. Finally you stilled at the perfect angle and slowly slid him in. Some Spanish curses you didn´t understand escaped his lips in a rush. Finally settling completely on top of him you sighed in relief. It was like a month’s long itch was being scratched. “God, Frankie. You feel incredible” you breathed.

“Dios mio, hermosa. Tan perfecta para mi.” His voice was high pitched when he said those words into your ear. You started moving. First swaying your hips back and forth, then lifting and sinking down on him. It didn´t take long for the both of you to completely sink into each other. Kisses were being shared while lewd sounds echoed through your living room. His panting breaths became more voluminous with every swivel of your hips and your own little whimpers became louder and louder. His hand grabbed onto every piece of skin he could find. You were sure tomorrow there would be the proof of your little encounter, prettily being edged onto the flesh of your behind. You couldn´t care less. Not when every stroke of his dick invoked a feeling of pure bliss and extasy in you. You could feel it coming closer, the sweetest of releases.

“Frankie,” you panted, trying to warn him that you were close. “I know, mi Corazón, I know. Me too, me too” he said. “Fuck, so good. How do you feel so heavenly? Like a fucking drug, you are” You whimpered at his words, arching your back and leaning slightly onto his thighs bearing yourself to him. “Beautiful little goddess” he whispered as one of his hands trailed over you chest and down towards your pussy. “Frankie, please. I´m so close, please make me cum. Cum with me!” He obediently did what you asked and began thumbing at your clit, raising his hips with every troke you provided. “Fuck, Ah! Shit…Frankie, oh god!!” your voice was almost strained at this point, calling out to him blindly. “That´s it, mi Corazón, that´s it! Come on, cum on me! Let me feel it, please. Beautiful girl, come on, come on!” The upwards spiral of his voice did you in and when your orgasm crashed over you, the only noise you managed was a choked up sob of his name. After that you only felt white hot pleasure surging through you like lightning. Faintly you still felt how Frankie played with your clit and still pushed his hips frantically up into you. When you were barely out of it and the rushing in your ears subsided you clung to him once more. “Thank you, hermosa. So beautiful when you cum for me. My turn now, hmm? Can I cum? In you?” he pleaded.

Smiling reassuringly at him but trying not to wince at your over sensitiveness, you looked deep into his eyes and nodded. “Yes, Frankie. You can cum for me. Cum in me, my love. Want it…want it inside, Please.” With a loud groan he threw his head back and stilled. You could feel his dick twitch inside of you as well as the warm liquid it shot deep inside of you. “My god, sweet thing! Fuck, fuck! Don´t move. Don´t move, let me feel you.” Slowly you both came down from your highs. You were slumped over, your head on his chest, listening to his still rapidly beating heart. His hands were splayed over your back, tracing random patterns on it, nuzzling his nose into your hair. You hummed in satisfaction and he chuckled. “Are you alright, mi Corazón?” he asked. “Oh, I´m more than all right” you said in a chipper voice. The deep rumble of his chest told you he was trying not to laugh out loud.

“Listen, I know we have this a little backwards here but” he said and almost sounded nervous. You lifted your head to look at him and indeed, he seemed caught up in his head again. “What?” you asked trying to sound as reassuring as you could. “Would you like to go out on a date with me?” he asked while pushing a strand of hair away from your face. Your heart skipped in your chest and a brilliant smile made its way onto your lips. “Absolutely, Frankie. I´d love that.” He smiled brightly and pulled you in for another heated kiss. “Let´s get cleaned up and then go over to my house, yea? There´s a barbeque going on and I want you there.” You nodded your head quickly. Washing up and getting situated again, you stole a kiss from Frankie about every five seconds. Each and every time he bent his head willingly, pressing you to any available surface, kissing you with all the affection he had for you.

“When we get back from our date,” you said with a swipe of your tongue across his bottom lip, “I want to do that again. Preferably on a bed though,” he grinned at that, catching your lip with his teeth and humming happily. “And butt ass naked.” This time he laughed out loud and heartily. It was such a joyous sound, your own laughter bubbled from your throat. You couldn´t help it. His happiness had inevitably become your own. Still hugging you close to him he kissed the tip of your nose. “I apologise for my friends in advance. They are going to be a pain in the ass for the whole evening. Scratch that, for a couple of weeks.” You hummed in understanding. “Seems like Santi already knew about what we felt for each other.” Frankie nodded. “Yea, little shit knew alright. He did all of that on purpose. Though he didn´t anticipate for me to fuck it up again, I guess.”

“You didn´t fuck it up, Frankie. We were feeling the same way but looked in totally different directions. I jumped to conclusions just as quickly as you did.” He nodded in understanding. “To be honest we should probably thank him.” Frankie immediately shook his head with wide eyes. “Hell, no! His ego is going to inflate so much, he would be insufferable.” You giggled. “All right,” you said, kissing him again. “Not a word to Santi. Now let´s go.” You took his hand and guided him outside. He walked beside you to his house, still having trouble understanding how he managed to hold your hand. But he did. And he squeezed it when he entered his house with you. One more look at you and he knew he would be all right. That all the teasing he was about to endure was worth the look of pure adoration and attraction you gave him. And sure enough, when you entered the back porch through the kitchen and three sets of eyes landed on your intertwined hands, the whooping and hollering from his friends did nothing but paint the purest of smiles on his face.

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hello lovely liz! i just came across this post and thought to myself mhhh that sounds instresting... do you maybe have anything to that regard you could recommend? or your followers/ reccer friends :)

Hello friend! Very cool concept, it reminds me of these fics with morally grey/unredeemed Draco:

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The Second Voldemort War is limping into its fourth year, and the Forces of Shining Light are slowly turning into the Forces of Expedient Grey. When Draco Malfoy is captured red-handed trying to sell an illegal potion to a clerk at Borgin & Burkes, he is handed over to the Department of Essential and Necessary Truth’s newest interrogator. And as soon as he sees Malfoy, bound and waiting in his cell, Harry Potter knows he’s in trouble. Deep trouble.

A Pocket Full of Stones by waterwings (E, 68k)

A curse is spreading through the wizarding world, erasing memories of the war. Harry Potter is on the case! Where Draco is the DMLE’s most wanted dark wizard and Harry is the private investigator tasked with bringing him in. It goes as well as one might expect.

[fiftysevenacademics]

Shameless self-promotion.

How to Hold a Butterfly

Young Lizhou M-rated angst, fluff, smut. The usual.

As Li Lun and Zhu Yan watch a troupe of acrobats perform, Li Lun is painfully aware that Zhu Yan's fascination with the mortal world could drive them apart. After a moment of connection, Zhu Yan uses the Truth Eye to reassure Li Lun.

Where Demons Roam

T-rated post-canon pining and reunion Yuanyi fic. This is in the top 10% of the fandom by kudos (#21) and my third most popular piece.

Zhuo Yichen cultivates in the Wilderness with the fragment of Zhao Yuanzhou's soul inside the Cloud Light Sword until he once again can take human form.

Stones and Straw Against Her Back

M-rated femslash. Not much else to this one.

A sad night in a cold jail cell takes a turn for the better when Pei Sijing helps Wen Xiao stay warm.

[gorogues]

Fictober 2024

Prompt number #10 Fanfiction Fandom: Flash Rogues Rating: T – Teen and up Warnings: Abuse of prisoners by guards, profanity Notes: Set vaguely during Geoff Johns' Flash run, but at no particular time.

Day Ten: “Is this normal?”

It was now evening at Iron Heights, and a loud bell rang when the clock reached ten PM.

“Time for bed, shitbirds!” a guard shouted, banging his nightstick on the nearest cell door.  A small phalanx of guards moved in to ‘encourage’ the prisoners to lie down, shouting and pounding on the doors of anyone who remained up.  The lights didn’t dim, because they never did.

Within minutes, most of the prisoners were in bed, or what passed for bed given their unique circumstances; Tar Pit’s burning gooey body just sat or lay on the reinforced floor of his cell.

���Now’s time for group therapy,” one guard muttered to the newest employee on the Pipeline, who looked confused.  “Just let `em do their shit so it’ll be over quick.”

“Checking in with everybody!” Hartley shouted from his bed.  “Are you all alive and well?”

“Yo!” said Joey.

“Here!” Lashawn called, an air of desperation in her voice.

“Flash be with us,” Cicada intoned, which was the only answer he ever gave.

“Yeah, I’m okay…jerk,” Jeremy muttered.  He was still angry about the beating he’d received from Hartley while escaping during the Frenzy virus incident, and as usual Hartley ignored him.

“I am here,” Roscoe said.

“Idiots,” Dr Alchemy grumbled from his desk, unbothered by the prison’s bedtime rules, just as he was indifferent to everything else.  Sometimes he chose to respond to the safety roll call and sometimes he didn’t. 

“Here and tired,” Fallout said from his heavily shielded cell, even though he was certain nobody could hear him behind all the lead cladding and the electrical activity in the room.  He would have been heartened to know that Hartley heard him, as it was almost the only human contact he was able to make with anyone.

“I’m fine,” Isaac Bowin declared.

“Present, but suffering terribly from the lack of an audience!” Kadabra announced in the grandiose tone everyone knew to expect from him.

But one prisoner didn’t answer.

“Turtle, are you there?  Are you still alive?  Turtle..?” Hartley shouted, a bit concerned.  He had no great love for the Turtle nor any other of his fellow inmates, but he’d decided that the Pipeline prisoners should maintain a sense of solidarity because nobody else cared about their welfare.

There was no response for about thirty seconds, and then finally the Turtle grunted loudly.  “…Yes… I`m…. okay….”

The new guard frowned and looked at his colleague, wondering why they let the activity continue.  “Is this normal?"

“Yeah, ever since that Piper guy showed up, they do it every night at the same time.  We tried to crack down on it a while ago, but they fought back and kept doing it, so now Wolfe just pretends it’s not happening.  Some of these goons are a real handful and it’s not worth the grief.”

“All right, stay safe everyone,” Hartley called to the others, though only a few opted to respond to him a second time.  The guard standing outside Hartley’s cell bellowed “Now go the fuck to sleep, scumbags!” and hit the metal door with his nightstick to make an overwhelming sound to hurt the musician’s sensitive ears.

Soon, the Pipeline was quiet aside from the activity of the guards and Lashawn’s soft sobbing into a threadbare pillow.  But nobody slept.

[sea-you-in-paradise]

☽ ⛧  a r m i n   a r l e r t ‘ s   s l e e p i n g   h a b i t s  ⛧ ☾

summary: a *painstaking* list of every (sfw :/) sleep-related armin thought word count: 1.954 setting: canonverse implied, but can be applicable to modern au features: armin :))) genderneutral!reader (implied established relationship) warnings: implied nsfw note: here is a link to the nsfw part 2 (MDNI!)

before he goes to sleep, armin utilizes every waking minute to the fullest extent. 

- if he’s coming up with a plan of some sort, he will not sleep until he’s gone through every possible outcome he can think of

- spends time getting ahead of future work so he can never get behind

- sometimes he will get really lost in his books (obviously)

- most of the time, he pushes himself to stay awake far past the limit of what is considered “normal”

he’s trying to tire himself out enough to avoid nightmares

- he can go about 50 hours without napping, but tries to sleep before that (at least in small intervals) because he jokes that he can feel his brain cells dying. if he’s up for this long, it’s usually because he’s in the field/in charge of something that will effect a lot of people

- his naps are long enough to recharge a bit, but not normally long enough for more than 1 REM cycle

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*however* when he actually sleeps (and i mean like a real sleep. all it takes is a semi-comfortable bed/couch and no responsibilities until 10:00 the next day), armin sleeps.

- the minute this man’s eyes shut for the evening, good luck getting them to open again. needless to say, he’s a heavy sleeper

- despite refusing to admit how tired he is while he’s awake, once he’s under a comforter it would take a fucking fire to get him to stand up again

- an unburdened armin needs a minimum of 10 hours, but ideally 15 (ofc, if he were to actually sleep that much more than twice a month, he would freak out and feel like he’s missing his life)

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- he likes to wear either flannel or cotton pajama pants and a long-sleeved shirt, and he likes it when you borrow each other’s clothes to wear to bed, especially when you’re apart (either to wear or just to have for the smell lol)

- if you go to bed at the same time and you have some sort of skincare routine, he really likes to watch and learn about what all the products do. bonus points if you do his skincare too. sometimes he’d probably keep you company while you do this even if he’s not going to sleep yet

- he’s really meticulous about brushing his teeth for a long time (canonverse specific, iykyk ;-;)

- if it’s up to him, he prefers bedding he can sink into. cushy mattress and either a duvet or comforter with a really plush blanket in case he gets chilly (he will get chilly. he is always cold. he sleeps in socks)

- he likes a pretty firm pillow tho because neck support > sleeping on a cloud

- right side of the bed is his preference, but he would give it up in a heartbeat for you

- sleeping position varies. usually he sleeps on his side, but he also sleeps on his back sometimes bc he has back pain and he doesn’t want to strain it more :( 

- if he’s alone he sleeps facing towards the door bc he’s anxious. if you’re there, he likes it when you face each other or if one of you rests their head on the other’s chest

- if you move away from him, he will notice because he’ll get cold and he’ll move towards you again

- he doesn’t snore or breathe heavily, but he occasionally does the thing where he has little gasps or sharp inhales

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- he does what he can to prevent dreaming, but it still happens sometimes

- if he has nightmares it usually comes with night sweats and crying in his sleep. he doesn’t move a lot tho and he doesn’t wake you up on purpose. when he wakes up, it’s not some big jolt. his eyes shoot open and he takes in his bearings before getting up to change his clothes and get some water. when he comes back, he’s careful to get into bed really softly and then he’ll hold you as you sleep. if you wake up, please hold him back and run your fingers through his hair :(

- his nightmares are usually anxiety/regret/remorse related. he’ll talk about them after they happen sometimes and cry a little bit if you’re awake and he feels like it, but he doesn’t like to talk about them in the morning

- most nights he’s too tired to dream tho, so it’s okay ;-; no it’s not, he just says that

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- armin is not a morning person.

- as a matter of fact, if he gets less than his 10 hours, he is a certified grump. and he is so embarrassed about it

- he does everything he can to prevent it. like going to bed early if he can make himself or budgeting time into his schedule to stay in bed for longer, but he cannot stop the inevitable- if anyone, including you, tries to make him get up, he is a little bitch. 

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the morning of a day off/day with few responsibilities might go something like this:

- armin goes through three stages once he’s been woken up: pouting, bargaining, and complete loss of filter. he will go through a version of these stages whether he is forcing himself to wake up, is woken up by a friend, or by you. as his partner, it’s usually you who is subject to this trio of events, even if you’re the gentlest, most loving person in the world

- if you must wake him up, he likes it when you stroke his arm/back and whisper softly. it takes some time, but he’ll eventually make a whiny noise and move around a little (if this isn’t your style, a more take-no-shit approach will be briefly detailed later)

- the pouting stage is exactly what it sounds like and it will be the shortest of the three. he’ll pull his covers a lot tighter and turn on his stomach so he can block the light easier and in the prettiest voice bc it’s all pouty, but also raspy from sleep, he’ll say something like, “baby, it’s so early, i don’t think it’s time yet.”

- then, when he’s more aware of the situation, he’ll turn to you and choose one of three options: a) he’ll ask for ten more minutes and promise not to complain when you wake him up again (lies). b) he’ll ask you for cuddles until he’s more awake. if you agree, it absolutely will not wake him up more, he will drift off again even if you’re talking to him. if you agree and you don’t have anything super important going on soon, he will try to make you fall back asleep too so he has an even better excuse for not showing up. c) he will attempt to seduce you. this sometimes follows option b (see note above for link to the nsfw hcs for more on this one)

- if you survive the bargaining stage and armin realizes that you’re not giving up, he will put on his grump face. it’s a cross between a pout and a glare, and it is rather amusing

- BUT unless you want him to be mean (and not in a fun hot way), do not make fun of him for the face. if you do, you’re going to realize that armin’s observation skills really do come in clutch and you’re going to start wondering about all of the things you do around him without noticing

- it would be like : “it’s so funny when you make that face” and then he fake smiles and in a totally innocent voice says something like, “aww, i’m sure it’s not as funny as you having broccoli in your teeth at dinner last night! It was in there like all night. sorry i didn’t tell you, it was just so funny.”

- he definitely apologizes for this later and most of the time assures you that he wasn’t being serious, but sometimes he is being serious. and the worst part is that you’ll never know all the embarrassing things he’s noticed you doing that he just doesn’t say anything about

- if you don’t make fun of the face though, you will stumble across a prime opportunity

- as someone who likes to lie in bed for a bit (forever) after waking up, armin will probably fall back asleep if he’s not doing something. so what better way to make sure he wakes up than to gossip with him?! with no filter, armin will say what he is honestly thinking about the people around him, and more often than not, he has some strong opinions

- tbh it’s just shit talking floch most of the time and he tells you what he finds annoying about everyone in the friend group (jean gets on his nerves the most)

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- if you’re the kind of person who will not baby him, mad respect to you. it would go more like this

- if you wake him up abruptly, he will be very surprised every single time. normally, he would find you’re assertive tendencies hot. this is not one of those times. assuming you leave immediately after waking him, armin will run through his stages on his own. he will fall asleep in either the pouting or bargaining stage. then stage 3 will be taken out on you when he finally pulls himself out of bed. he will go find you and be snarky, no gossiping, only sass. it is unbecoming, but also hilarious

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- regardless of how things play out, when armin finally “gains consciousness,” he is usually a bit mortified. he knows it was so nice of you to wake him up and he feels so bad for being grumpy (and for being so candid about his thoughts on Jean’s unrequited love), but his brain is always working overtime and sometimes there are some really positive benefits to his morning alter ego. the selfish parts of him don’t really feel like giving it up, especially if you don’t mind. that being said, he only apologizes for behavior he intends to change, so if this sort of morning routine is okay with you, he doesn’t really have anything to say sorry for. he’s so grateful that you have so much patience and love for him and he’s glad that there’s someone who is willing to help him stay punctual <333

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- once in a blue moon on these days off, armin wakes up before you (he’s well rested sometimes???) and if that happens he will move closer to you and wrap his arms around you

- if you have long enough hair he will brush it off your forehead. tuck it behind your ears, fix your bonnet, move your braid(s)/ponytail to a more comfy position (etc). he just likes being tentative 

- MORNING FOREHEAD KISSES AJDFADJFLDFEW

- even if he is awake, he will do everything in his power to stay in bed with you for as long as humanly possible

- on days when he has actual responsibilities, armin is pretty good about being punctual, but he will still stay in bed as long as humanly possible and go through a shortened version of his routine. he’s good about being places on time, but it doesn’t mean he is in a good mood

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- and finally, despite everything, he doesn’t drink caffeine in the morning. he is a firm believer that a cold glass of water will wake him up faster. since he doesn’t eat much for breakfast, he doesn’t want to get jittery

[thedrarrylibrarian]

hey, do you know of any drarry podfics?

Hello! Your holds have arrived!

Yes, I do have some podfics for you! I love listening to a podfic while I'm puttering around the house, or even occasionally on a long trip! It's so calming to have something to keep my mind engaged while I'm doing a repetitive task.

I hope these podfics are exactly what you've been looking for! And don't forget to check out my previous Podfics list!

Podfics 2

Your Presence Against My Skin written by @bafflinghaze, read by JocundaSykes (4 min, rated G)

Nightmares are a part of Harry's life; but so is Draco.

Too Many Potters written by @phdmama, read by @reveriepi (13 min, rated T)

Draco blinks, trying to make sense of what he's seeing.

“Weasley,” he says, not taking his eyes off the sight in the cell, “why are there eleven Potters in Holding B?”

“Twelve, actually,” Weasely replies from his desk. “I think one’s tucked away back in the corner.”

Harry Potter and the Incredibly Organized Personal Assistant written by megyal, read by @HappyHanabi (22 min, rated T)

Harry Potter's new assistant is snarkily organized.

5 times Draco Malfoy lied because of Harry Potter (and 1 time he was uncharacteristically honest) written by Ingi, read by ETL_Echo (26 min, rated G)

Although Draco Malfoy had no qualms against lying, he'd been taught from a young age how to benefit the most from his lies.

His Father had repeated the same over and over again, as Draco grew up: You shall never do anything that provides you no benefit. And Draco had never broken that sacred rule of his family, mostly because he'd never felt the compulsion to do so.

Of course Harry bloody Potter would have to come tumbling and ruin it.

Five Little Things written by @bixgirl1, read by ETL_Echo (38 min, rated T)

Harry was supposed to be good at this.

Still written by alexmeg, read by @reveriepi (47 min, not rated)

Dating Draco Malfoy, Harry thinks, will mean being at arms length outside of sex. No unnecessary physical contact or displays of affection. He wants him anyway, inexplicably. Perhaps that is exactly the kind of person he should be with, someone who will never need Harry to kiss him first, because Harry doesn't think he'll ever be that person.

The Full Monty written by @magpiefngrl, read by @sweatersinthesummer (1 hour, rated E)

Harry poses for a naked Auror calendar and Draco goes batshit crazy with lust.

Pinky Promises Are Powerful Magic written by megyal, read by @reveriepi (1 hour, 11 min, rated T)

Ickle Harry wants to stay with his newest hero.

the way you make me glow written by @softlystarstruck, read by @roseszain (1 hour, 14 min, rated M)

In a cottage next to the sea, love blossoms. Or perhaps it’s been there all along.

Potter written by Quine, read by @peony-podfics (1 hour, 17 min, rated T)

"Potter," Blaise muttered, a strewn over salt shaker in front of him.

"Where?" Draco asked, searching in vain for the raven-haired saviour.

Theo was grinning as he watched their exchange.

"Well," Blaise began, "As you're so fond of blaming all your problems on Potter, I thought I'd give it a try as well."

Crimson Neon written by @xanthippe74 and read by Spades (1 hour, 42 min, rated M)

Winter, 1999. Harry thought going to New York would help him get his head on straight, but all he has to show for it are sore feet and a fridge full of takeaway containers. And now he’s homesick on top of everything else. It doesn’t help that his mysterious neighbour in 2C keeps cooking dishes that remind Harry of home and all the people he lost or left behind.

Human written by @ghaniblue, read by @reveriepi (3 hours, rated E)

Harry isn't dealing well with being bitten and turned into a werewolf. Draco isn't dealing well with Harry packing up and leaving like a thief in the night. Things come to a head in a forest cabin in the German Ore Mountains.

Never Grow a Wishbone written by @shanastoryteller, read by SeaSage (10 hours, 41 min, rated T)

Draco returns to Hogwarts.

He has a duty to his blood and his name and his house, and he will fulfill it.

Always Already written and read by @aibidil (19 hours, 45 min, rated E)

Harry and Draco are perfectly fine, separately minding their business in 2004, when the Unspeakables conscript them into service... in the First War against Voldemort.

Come for mutual pining and forced proximity in a 1980 hotel room, stay for young Sirius and philosophising about immortality and wormholes. And an eighties cowboy soap opera.

❤️ As always, if you find a fic you enjoy, please remember to leave the author a kudos or a comment! ❤️

Lots of Love and Happy Reading!

[louisupdates]

VIDEO

The former One Direction will perform in Chile on May 24 at the Bicentenario Stadium in La Florida with his "Faith in the Future" tour. We talked exclusively with the British star who went from being a teenage pop idol to a professional soccer player, and finally to consolidating his own more mature and rocking sound. This is the successful present of the artist who loves to sing as much as he loves to play ball.

Dove Couple

Monday, April 8, 202408:10 am

[Translated from Spanish]

In 2022, Louis Tomlinson stepped on Chile for the first time alone to present his debut album "Walls". A bet that exceeded any expectation, because the madness was such that the British, that the former One Direction filled the Movistar Arena three times.

But that was not all, his fans had prepared a surprise for him that, as he confessed to La Cuarta, gave him "goosebumps." During the chorus of the song "Kill my mind", the young women organized themselves to coordinate the lights of their cell phones, creating a kind of mesmerizing wave, leaving the singer and his team speechless, so much so that the moment was recorded in his documentary "All of Those Voices". Moreover, the photo of one of those concerts was nothing more and nothing less than the poster.

But the music that makes him vibrate so much was not always his first choice in life. In 2013, just when the One Direction world tour that brought them to Chile was announced with two concerts at the National Stadium, Louis signed a contract with the League TwoDoncaster Rovers team, and only in 2017, two years after the group took an indefinite break, he was able to debut as a substitute in a match witnessed by more than five thousand fans.

“It's really an honor to be in the club where I spent most of my childhood," he wrote at the time on his Twitter account. However, the boy's dream stagnated when in 2020 and in the middle of the pandemic, he decided to launch himself as a soloist. All of his former bandmates had done it; it was his time.

Thus Louis - whom we recognize with nostalgia, familiarity, and a psychological interest - became one of the most important artists of his generation, adding milestones such as a billion streams on Spotify, numerous awards and being in the Guinness World Records book for breaking the record for the most watched live broadcast concert of a male soloist.

"I FEEL VERY GRATEFUL TO HAVE THAT LOVE HERE"

On the day of the interview with the newspaper, we arrived at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel where the interpreter stayed two days after a successful presentation at Tecate Pa'l Norte 2024 in Mexico, and a promotional step through Brazil. Despite the fatigue, he maintained a good attitude with the press, but mainly with his crowded fans outside the venue, who shouted his name from time to time.

Being in front of a pop idol who has spent half of his life on tour, in conferences and with a handful of iconic songs that marked more than a generation, is truly intimidating, but Louis makes anyone lower their guard because he welcomes you as if he were your friend. Wearing a pair of relaxed jeans, black t-shirt and sneakers in tune, he smiles and greets us in a friendly manner. Although he is surrounded by people who make up his team— overwhelming— but this is his natural environment; and thus begins a dialogue with La Cuarta about his two passions.

Q: Louis, you return to Chile in May after filling three arenas on your last visit, something historic! What will it be like to return with that powerful precedent?

Louis: I feel like my Spanish is coming back! I almost knew what you were asking (laughs). I'm very excited, I feel very lucky to be able to perform in an enclosure of that size in my... well, technically on my second solo tour. I feel very grateful to have that love and passion here. I'm mainly very excited about these shows.

Q: In several of your "Faith In the Future" songs, you talk about nostalgia, changes and the passage of time. Are they topics that you think about frequently or only arise when composing?

Louis: Yes, I would say that I am a little bit of a deep thinker. I think it helps me as a songwriter, but I also think that nostalgia is a great thing to write about. It’s a great topic to feel as a listener and also to write as a songwriter. And I'm also interested in psychology, so anything that makes the brain feel in a certain way, I think it's interesting.

Q: What would the 32-year-old Louis with a successful second album under his arm and a new tour say to the teenager who applied to The X Factor in 2010?

Louis: I would insist that he should do it. I think there is definitely an element, in every young person in that situation, there is something very terrifying that makes you want to start. But I would also tell you, what I have learned the most, to trust your instinct, trust that feeling and be brave to make decisions, the right decisions for yourself.

Q: Among those decisions is to be the last 1D member to make your solo career, and today we are here with "Faith In The Future" that sounds 100% yours. Looking back, how do you see the path has unwinded?

Louis: I feel very comfortable. The mentality I have now feels very different from the one I had when I started this trip as a soloist. I feel very blessed to be able to continue making music. But it's also a very nice feeling and it's something very new for me to feel so comfortable on stage and so comfortable when I'm making the music I want to make. In general, yes, I am very happy.

WHEN CHILE DRISTLED HIS SKIN

Q: Louis, I imagine there must be some time in your career when you said, wow, I did it!

Louis: You know, I used to resist that idea, ‘cuz for whatever reason, I don't know, I never wanted to give myself that, I suppose… my brain. But I have, I have started trying to have those moments more for myself. It often happens on the live show. It can be something that fans did together, like some kind of fan project. But also, even when I played the festival just now, in Mexico, that was one of those moments. I was kind of nervous going out there, and the audience was so vast, but people seemed to be having a good time. So yeah, it was great.

Q: Now that you mentioned the fan project, when you came to Chile, your followers prepared one for the song "Kill My Mind" that was beautiful. How did you experience it from the stage?

Louis: I had no idea that was going to happen! I know that fans often do their own little fan projects, in a way of doing something fun for me and something unique at every individual show, but I didn't know what to expect. And to be honest, that— literally gave me goosebumps, it was such an incredible spectacle. And, again, like always at these shows, and especially in Latin America, you’ve not got like ten people giving it a go, everyone in the room is participating! It’s a very euphoric thing for me to see from the stage.

Q: Changing the subject, football is one of your passions, what place does it occupy in your life today?

Louis: I would say that definitely, before I was in the band, nothing came close in my life, football was my IT. Now music is. I absolutely love football, but for me nothing comes close to music. Obviously it's my job, that's important, but as a fan, I'm talking more like a fan, I probably don't watch enough football these days, I'm usually busy, but I catch up with the "highlights" (the most important moments of the game). It's still a big part of my life, especially when they play in England. I'm excited for the next European Championship. We're going to win it!

Q: Of course! [England] is the parents of football. Finally, what makes you happiest today?

Louis: The family, definitely, the family and friends. And specifically in my work world. It's live concerts. That gives me amazing feelings.

[science-lover33]

The Power of Immunotherapy: A Deep Dive into Cancer Treatment

Immunotherapy, a groundbreaking approach in cancer treatment, has been making waves in the medical world. 🌟 But what exactly is it, and how does it work? Let's delve into the intricacies of this cutting-edge therapy. 💉

Immunotherapy at a Glance: 🔬 Immunotherapy, or immuno-oncology, is a therapeutic strategy that harnesses the body's immune system to combat cancer cells. Unlike traditional treatments like chemotherapy, which target both healthy and cancerous cells, immunotherapy is highly targeted, making it a game-changer in the fight against cancer.

Key Players in Immunotherapy: 🦠

Tumor Antigens are molecules found on cancer cells that act as red flags, signaling the immune system to attack. 👥

T Cells: The immune system's soldiers. They are trained to recognize and destroy threats, including cancer cells.

💡 Checkpoint Inhibitors: Proteins that, when blocked, enhance the immune response against cancer. 🧬

CAR-T Cell Therapy: Genetic engineering to supercharge T cells for precision attacks on tumors.

How Does Immunotherapy Work? Immunotherapy comes in various forms, but they all aim to accomplish one goal: boost the immune system's ability to recognize and eradicate cancer cells. Whether through checkpoint inhibitors, vaccines, or CAR-T cell therapy, the goal remains: empower the immune system's fighters!

Immunotherapy is a testament to the power of science and innovation, offering new hope to cancer patients worldwide. 🌍

Let's continue to explore, research, and advance this remarkable field to improve the lives of those affected by cancer.

References:

Postow, M. A., Callahan, M. K., & Wolchok, J. D. (2015). Immune Checkpoint Blockade in Cancer Therapy. Journal of Clinical Oncology, 33(17), 1974–1982. doi:10.1200/jco.2014.59.4358

Rosenberg, S. A., Yang, J. C., & Restifo, N. P. (2004). Cancer immunotherapy: moving beyond current vaccines. Nature Medicine, 10(9), 909–915. doi:10.1038/nm1100

June, C. H., & Sadelain, M. (2018). Chimeric Antigen Receptor Therapy. New England Journal of Medicine, 379(1), 64–73. doi:10.1056/nejmra1706164

[h4it4n1]

"I hate my birthday!.... I hate myself so much..."

💜🕷️💜

Happy birthday zvlam!

💜🕷️💜

Incorrect question:

*On the night of March 16*

Zvlam: one year less than beautiful life

*Sitting on a bench outside the ramshackle dormitory*

Drizel: in the end no one suspected your birthday

*sits next*

Zvlam: I don't like my birthday

*It states*

Drizel: but the others?

*lays on her*

Zvlam: Yes! They are very cute and it makes me happy to see them happy.

*Smile*

Drizel: come it's late

*He wake up*

Zvlam: I come in after it's barely 10

*It is remembered*

Drizel: Let's go, there are classes tomorrow.

*takes her hand*

Zvlam: I'm coming

*denies*

The two enter the bedroom with the lights off.

Zvlam: Grimm is already asleep.

Everyone: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZVLAM!!!

Zvlam: he....me

*Nervous*

Azul: you eat the cake no matter what, organizing the party was very busy

*puts a birthday ribbon on him*

Zvlam: t-thank you

*grabs Hell's sleeve*

Why did they do it?

*whispers*

Hell: I don't know either, Drizel planned it, happy birthday by the way

*whispers*

Amant: Dear little girl! We have cream pie!

*Eating*

Sion: Stop eating so much, Morita, the party has started!

*Smile*

Floyd: Koebi-chan!!

*Floyd picks it up and squeezes it, taking it to the center of the cake*

Jade: put it down Floyd we must sing his birthday

*Approaches*

Cater: I'll take the photos! Quick Zvlam smiles!!

*Focuses cell phone camera*

Zvlam: n-I don't want to be the center of attention-

Vil: come on! Are you a fashionable girl and you don't like posing? Please smile

*Takes her shoulders and poses with her*

Zvlam: I...

*smiles nervously*

Jelly: we arrived, miharu had forgotten-

Miharu: forget the cupcakes! Here we are

*Arrives with ortho fast-

Idia: it was my fault I forgot the alarm

*stands behind miharu*

Jelly: hehe, I also brought the missing games for the night! Zvlam linda happy birthday, now I kiss the birthday girl

*Approaches Zvlam*

Ghol: tks what do you think, that flirting thing is not here dear Jelly fu! Fu!

*runs to Jelly*

You don't see that Zvlam is in crisis, don't bother her

Cater: okay now! Photos first!!!

*Takes out his cell phone*

Hell: I'll take the photo, you in the center, don't leave Zvlam alone

*Takes Cater's cell phone*

Zvlam: Hey! Photo you too!

*drags her*

Drizel: then magically the photo!

Grimm: yes!!

*The ghost camera flies and captures the image*

Everyone: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

The hours passed playing and singing, eating and laughing, jumping and of course Ace and Grimm with their destruction, but now there is Zvlam on the roof of the ramshackle dormitory looking at the sky

Obese ghost: oh girl, why aren't you enjoying your party?

*Flies close to her*

Zvlam:.....I have a severe existence complex....so when it's all about me I feel bad, I don't deserve it and I hate myself more, it's stupid

*Angry at himself*

Thin ghost: but that shouldn't be like that! You are very amazing!

Zvlam: no, I am nobody and nothing important

Ghost: Of course not! You talk to the spirits from beyond!

Zvlam: like my brother Sam

Obese ghost: you are recognized on networks!

Zvlam: as vil

Thin ghost: it's you! That's enough! Without you many parts of everyone would not be complete

Zvlam: .....they would be better off without m-

*Falls off the roof and into the bedroom*

Drizel: I already said that something was ringing on the roof.

*Drink wine*

Hell: okay!?

*Goes over to help*

Zvlam: yes! soft fall

*Pats the other's head*

Leona: I think you have something against me.

*Takes her off slowly*

Riddle: It's time for gifts!

*orders everyone*

Time passed and Zvlam's happiness tried to light up but her self-hatred didn't help.

💜🕷️💜