#No fooking way

[springs-hurts]

Reading The final Empire and man I'm tired of Vin's "noble aren't as bad" attitude just cause she's fallen in love with some noble Lord. Like yeah I get Sanderson doesn't write grimdark or smth but her thinking Dockson is exaggerating it... Yeah girl good for you it's fiction.

Staying here only for Kelsier and Sazed and dox and other crew members, not Vin and her teenage love life problems.

[linpunny]

*Taps dash*

Are you ready for more Dessy delulu?? No? WELL THATS TOO DAMN BAD

Thank you so so much to @akiisks for this new commission of me and my big ass pookie, my soulmate, my Kenneth b Anthony, giant ass boyfie Draken.

[daddy-long-legssss]

my sister is getting into fontaines d.c. and i could not be more overjoyed.

[jeonqkooks]

and so the yoongi brainrot persists

[wellthatsclever]

I miss when they used to put effort behind their false flag events. Now we have a cis transman (lol) shooting up the most famous "evangelical" church in America and they raid her stuff and find a Free Palestine Trump mask and an AR-15 with just the word PALESTINE written across it.

I miss when it wasn't this on the nose. You used to get events with maayyybe 1 or 2 lil easter eggs that you could present to a normie and go, "see? How do you explain this then?!"

[bisquitly]

Someone who can travel in time, please go back and hit that biatch who thought it is good idea to start study a field where you need human anatomy

(It's me, I'm the biatch)

[nerdygirlramblings]

more spitfire soldier

tw: canon-typical violence

"I got yer six," you shout, "go go go!"

Ghost barrels through the next door. You hear the rat-a-tat-tat of his SA80 and sweep the room behind him, clearing any hostiles he might have missed or those who come running at the sound of his gun.

You count three bodies on the floor when you hear footsteps coming from your right. You turn and fire as two more combatants dressed in black turn the corner. Both go down quickly, but the second got off a few shots of their own.

You don't think anything of it, too high on adrenaline and too focused on the mission. But you notice your gait slowing as you catch up to Ghost.

He waits at the next door, watching you approach. "Sit rep, Mav?" he asks.

"Fookin' fine, Lt. Wha'd're we waitin' fer?"

"If yer not solid, I'm not gonna put us both as risk," he reminds you. His safety depends on you and vice versa.

"Feel fine, Lt, really." You meet his eyes. "Really."

He nods once and breaks through this last barrier between where you are and where you need to be. The room is filled with drafting tables covered with blueprints and files. You call over comms, "Looks like everything is hard copy, Captain. No computers in sight. How do you want us to proceed?"

You hear Price's muttered curse. Intel said this group had data about black market arms deals, but if it's all hard copy, it's going to be a hell of a lot harder to grab what you came for.

As you wait on Price to make a decision, you watch Ghost round the far side of the room. You can hear commotion from the direction you just came. "C'mon, Cap. It's gunna go tits up in five. We need orders and we need an exfil."

Price tells you to grab anything that looks promising and light the rest up. Six minutes later you and Ghost are heading out a service entrance Gaz found on the complex blueprints. When you hit the ground floor, you head west where transport should be only to find a bare stretch of woods.

"Captain, where the fook is exfil? Ain't no one 'ere!" You turn in a circle looking for a way out and stumble.

Ghost catches you under the arm and peers at your face. "Hey, Mav, you broken?"

You try to answer, but suddenly your tongue feels heavy in your mouth. You blink and notice black at the edges of your vision. You put a hand to your side and it comes away sticky. You look from your bloody hand to Ghost.

He wraps an arm around you, hoisting you against his side. You hear a roaring in your ears, or maybe it's just Ghost as he shouts to Price about your injury. You want to tell him to be quieter, he's going to let the enemy know your location, but you can't make the words come. Your last thought before you slip into unconsciousness is you've never heard that tone from Ghost before. If you could believe it, he sounds almost scared.

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[daisyblog]

English Love Affair

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN plays ‘English Love Affair’ to see Harry’s reaction.

based on this request.

YN scrolled through her phone, trying to find a song to play from her Spotify to put on whilst she cleaned, recording herself to upload to her TikTok later on.

“Guys does anyone else need music on whilst they clean?”. She asked the silent audience, knowing that nobody could answer her. “I just love a sing and dance as I do it”.

As YN scrolled through her never ending playlists, her eyes lit up when she saw the popular 5sos song that was popular in the directioner world. “Fook off…how could I forget this song existed!”.

“It started on a weekend in May…I was looking for attention, needed intervention…Felt somebody looking at me…With a powder white complexion, feeling the connection”.

YN began to mouth along to the words knowing Harry would appear any minute to tell her to turn it off. “I’ll give Harry ten seconds before he appears”. YN continued to dance as she placed some dishes in the dish washer.

“The way she looked was so ridiculous…Every single step had me waiting for the next…Before I knew it, it was serious…Dragged me out the bar to the back seat of her car”.

“Turn it off!”. Harry voice echoed in the distance.

YN stopped her dancing as she placed a hand up to her mouth to stop her laugh from bursting out. “What did you say? Can’t hear you!”.

“When the lights go out, she's all I ever think about…The picture burning in my brain, kissing in the rain I can't forget, my English love affair…Today, I'm seven thousand miles away…The movie playing in my head of a king size bed means I can't forget…My English love affair”.

Harry appeared in view as he stood with an unamused look. His arms folded across his chest, the muscles of his biceps shouting out as they tensed.

YN rolled her lips inside her mouth, trying her hardest not to let out a hint of amusement as she looked at Harry’s harsh frown. But her internal battle failed her as she sang the next line.

“My English love affair”.

“Why are you listening to this song? There’s millions of other songs you could listen to…and you choose this fucking one!”. Harry voice was calm for someone who was clearly annoyed and irritated.

YN shrugged her shoulders as she gave Harry an innocent smile. “It’s a good song”.

“It’s about my sister…yah know…and yeah”. Harry tumbled over his words, not wanting to say what the song was about out loud. “Imagine having to listen to a song like that about your siblings”.

YN knew what Harry was trying to do, but she was one step ahead of him when it came to arguing the point. “Yeah…at least you know how Louis felt listening to Watermelon Sugar!”.

Harry opened and closed his mouth a few times trying to find a way to defend himself, but his lack of words failed him.

Wanting to push his reaction further, YN continued to sing along. “Gemma’s a queen for this one!”.

“YN!”.

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[haveihitanerve]

I need Bruce and Dick’s relationship as early, first Robin and starting out Batman to be like Scottish Batman and Scottish Robin from the SFTH Scottish Batman improvised play,

by which I mean Batman is willing to work with anyone and give up his weapons to save Dick at all costs, he and Dick will scream “NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA BATMAN!!!” at the top of their lungs while driving, and Batman does occasionally show up at the police King’s office to be rude and then Dick follows and repeats what he says in his child way and then they fuck off again. 

Also Bruce calling Dick tiny. 

“I gave you your own grappling hook!” “Yeah but its fooking tiny!” “You're fooking tiny!!!”

[zeondraws]

I have no idea what the fudge I did today, I died laughing oewhfoewjflewoijfoöwiejfewi

Why are there two of them???

Innes, stop crouching and HELP ME

INNES MY HEAD SHRUNK HELP ME!

I dinnae feel so good.... Caz

INNES LOOK, I BECAME RENNICK

Fooking Bastard, how do I put my makeup on naow???

Innes, listen. I did not eat the soup last night I swear. Roper set me up, he took the soup- He cannae behave this way, look, I'll get ma bagpipe, ye take my harmonica, we sneak into his room and play as loud as we can.

This old fud won't get away with it this time.

INNES SOMETHING HAPPENED TO ME.

I CAN SEE GIBBO FROM HERE

Innes, hey pssst Innes, guess what I did at 3AM

I did dumb stuff in the game today, together with this silly photomod. I laughed so hard when making Muir larger. Meanwhile someone else laid on the floor crying after seeing these @sgiansporran

[inthepeakymidwinter]

Cruel Summer (Thomas Shelby x Reader)

Summary: Y/N tries to move on after seeing Thomas with another woman. Thomas comes back after weeks wondering where Y/N went.

Based on this anon ask:

“Hello! Can you please do Tommy is jealous that Y/N is moving on after having a crush on him for years but he was too focused on Grace? He realizes that he loves Y/n more than Grace after seeing her with another man”

Word Count: 2718

TW: drinking, alcohol

(Sorry it took me sooo long! Hope you all enjoy!)

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It’s been weeks since I slept after finding out that Tommy was with Grace. It shook my nervous system in ways I didn’t expect it to. I shouldn’t care as much as my heart actively does. I stopped going outside to water my plants. I stopped eating breakfast and lunch. The only thing I could hold down was tea. It took many days to feel like a person again. The night I caught them kissing at the derby my heart shattered into a thousand tiny pieces. I hadn’t seen Tommy since that day, and I swore to myself that I wouldn’t plan on it. I ran out of that stadium and never looked back.

Strangely enough as one door closed another began to open. Thomas’ brother John had knocked on the door to my townhome one early morning. I answered the door in my pajamas, with my hair messy and wild, sipping a cup of tea out of one hand. “John?” I asked him, looking ahead of him to see if anyone else was with him. He stood there with a perfectly dry-cleaned suit on and his hair slicked back.

“Have you seen Tommy around?” He questioned; his demeanor was so serious that it almost felt like an interrogation.

I turned furious in an instant. “You really think I’ve seen him? I haven’t been out in weeks. What makes you think he’d be with me?” I shouted.

“Aye come off it. I didn’t mean anything by it. Last time I saw he was off to the woods for some gypsy thing. No one's seen him since…are you okay Y/N?” John asked sincerely.

“I’ll be fine John” I mumbled, looking down at his shiny black leather shoes. I took another sip of tea before I felt John’s hand on my cheek, slowly lifting my head up with his thumb so out eyes would meet.

“I know yer not” He sighed. I shook my head slowly and he rushed himself through the door, making his way into my kitchen. “Y’know Y/N if i had known any better I would have come by sooner…just haven’t seen you around…i thought you’d be coming by the betting shop any day now” He admitted.

“John, I barely make it out of my bed most days what makes you think I’d even make it to the betting shop?” I hissed.

John smiled, then realized what i said and how severe it was. His demeanor changed into a melancholic look, and he walked over to me. “Don’t tell me that” he said with his lips trembling. “Why have you done this, Y/N what happened?” John questioned me.

I looked down at the floor and then back up at him. His brown eyes stared me down until something came out of my mouth. “I just…saw him with her” Tears started to form in my eyes.

“Oh, fook me Y/N, him? You have feelings for him?” John asked. “You deserve so much better than my sorry excuse of a brother. He may be my brother, but he has flaws Y/N. Flaws that you are nowhere near” He told the truth and I believed him for once. I always knew Tommy had big dark secrets. I just didn’t know how bad they were and maybe that was for the best. “We’re going out tonight. You and me, eh?” John insisted, holding my hand as he spoke. I smiled for the first time in a long time. I wasn’t ready but with John i felt like i could take a leap. “Put a nice dress on, I’ll pick you up at 8” John said and kissed my cheek. I blushed involuntarily as I watched him walk out of my townhome confidently. He always had this charisma about him, all of the Shelby brothers did. It was effortless to them.

At around 6:30pm I started getting ready. I put on winged black liner on my eyes, and slipped on a tight black dress with lace trim.

At exactly 8pm just like he said, John arrived in front of my house to pick me up. I decided to walk out of my home and saw John get out of the car immediately. He raced up to the passenger door and opened it for me. “You know I would’ve knocked on your door” He stated.

“I figured, but I was impatient” I smiled back at him.

“Well you look absolutely stunning tonight” John complimented. I nodded in his direction and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear.

“So where are we going?” I asked him with a smile.

“You’ll see very soon” John stated and shut the door once i got in. He drove us to a bar that i had never been to. We went in and he got us drinks right away. I sat quietly in a booth with him as we giggled about old times and drank beer to our hearts content. After a few hours John cursed out of nowhere. “Fook me I forgot to pick up Arthur from the Garrison. Linda’s gonna have my arse” He groaned as he got up from the booth.

“I-It’s okay John I can go with you” I sighed. Maybe John was right. Maybe Tommy didn’t dare show his face in this town anymore.

John nodded at me and went up to the bartender to pay his tab, then we went back to his car and drove to the Garrison. John turned the car off and turned his attention to me. “Are ye sure you want to come in?” He asked politely.

“I’ll be fine John” I placed my hand on his and gave him a small smile. He held my hand for a minute in return before letting go and getting out of the car. He walked to the passenger side and opened my door, letting me get out before he slammed the door shut. We walked into the Garrison with our hands intertwined and John yelled out for Arthur. He was drunk off of his face, sitting at the bar and laughing with a random man I’ve never seen before. And by the looks of Johns confused face, neither did he.

“Alright Arthur come with us. Don’t wanna keep that Linda waiting do we” John spoke, trying to coax Arthur out of his drunken state.

Arthur looked at John and back to his drink then guzzled his entire glass of dark liquor in one go. “I’m waiting for Tommy. He said he’d be back” He slurred.

John groaned audibly, “Arthur, Y/N and I are taking you home. Tommy’s not coming he-“

“He what” Thomas spoke from the bar’s entrance. My stomach turned and I no longer felt happy from all those drinks like I did a minute ago.

Thomas and I exchanged quick glances before his gaze went back to his brothers. John stood in shock for a moment but it quickly faded to anger. “You don’t get to just leave us without an explanation Tom” He growled.

“I never left. Did I Arthur?” Thomas asked and walked up closer to the two brothers.

“Aye. He’s been out with his woman I reckon” Arthur raised his empty glass in support but Thomas grew furious.

“Never said anything like that you drunken bastard” Tommy growled.

“You didn’t have to” John huffed and walked towards me. He motioned to go out the door and i nodded my head in agreement, taking his hand once more.

“Where the hell are you two going?” Thomas roared from behind.

“We’re leaving for the night. You enjoy Arthur” John smiled before leaving the bar with me. I walked out of the garrison with John and felt myself crumbling. I walked the cobblestone street to get to his car and stopped.

“John…I need to go home” I croaked out.

“Y/N Please tonight was supposed to-“ He pleaded.

“John I need to go right now” I huffed, nearly running to the car at this point.

I made it to the car and opened the door myself, hopping in as fast as I could. John got in and slammed his driver side door, turning the car on angrily.

“I didn’t want this to happen” He sighed.

“What?” I asked grumpily.

“Just all of it. Fuckin Tom” He growled.

“Just take me home, John” I mumbled. Completely over seeing Thomas in person. I just wanted to climb into a hole and die.

The ride home was silent. Nothing but John’s breathing and cursing under his breath. It took us 15 minutes until I finally made it home. I made it home and rushed out of the car, slamming the door and storming into my townhouse after unlocking the door. I closed the door behind me and locked it, making sure no peaky ever got in.

I stepped into my kitchen and ran to the cupboard beside my refrigerator. I opened it and took out the bottle of red wine that had been sitting there for months. I went to fetch a bottle opened from the drawer beside it and heard a loud knock at the door.

“Leave me alone John” I shouted and proceeded to open the bottle of wine. I twisted the cork and it popped out of the bottle. Then yet again another knock. “I told you to leave me alone!” I yelled. I sighed deeply and got a wine glass out of my upper cabinets, pouring wine into my glass and taking a large swig.

Suddenly the knocks on my front door grew louder and i couldn’t take it anymore.

I cursed under my breath and stomped to the front door, unlocking it and about to curse out the person behind the door.

“I told you to leave me-“ I yelled until I saw who the person behind the door was. Thomas Shelby in the flesh.

“You can hate me all you want but do NOT get revenge by using my brothers” He argued with his baby blue eyes and perfectly styled dark hair.

“I wasn’t getting revenge anyone. It's something called moving on” I huffed and tried closing the door on him. Thomas held the door open and stared me down.

“Then why go out with John” He asked me with hurt in his eyes.

“It’s none of your business, Tom. Go home” I stated and tried to close the front door again, but it was no use.

“What the hell are you doing, Y/N?” Tommy asked angrily. I wanted to curse him out but instead I took a deep breath and stepped outside on the front stoop with him and shut the door behind me.

“Thomas I’m trying to move on. The same as you did weeks ago with that blonde girl. I’m tired of you being in my life” I huffed and nearly cried. Just a minute later rain started to pour onto us. I felt cold drops trickle down my shoulders and looked down at them sliding down my arms.

When suddenly Thomas asked me, “…Why don’t you want me in your life, Y/N” This time with a fallen face and broken-down demeanor.

Tears welled up in my eyes and I wasn’t prepared to tell him anything about what I saw those past weeks ago. “You need to go Thomas…I-I can’t handle this right now” I croaked and tried to pull myself together.

“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what the fuck is going on” He raised his voice and stared at me deeply with his light blue eyes. The rain had trickled down his head by now, making his dark hair completely wet and straight. He looked good and it just pissed me off even more.

“I never kissed anyone in front of you! Never fucking liked…anyone other than you. And then you go off with other people disappearing for weeks” I cried out and avoided his gaze.

“I didn’t think you wanted me. You ignored me every time we all went drinking. That’s why I went for Grace, but she was using me. Trying to find our guns. Trying to end our company. That’s why I had to leave. I was off the grid” Thomas explained. I sighed and sat on my front steps. Not caring if the rain made me wetter, I just needed to think properly.

“I can't let you go Y/N. Not like this. Nothings started between us. I’ve never got to tell you how I felt” Thomas spoke from behind me.“Y/N look at me” He ordered. I turned to face him, and he stepped down a stair, sitting beside me with his body turned fully towards me.

“I rather die than hurt you. I wish I never did. I don’t want to lose you Y/N” Thomas confessed. I stared at him completely breathless, my hair dripping wet with rainwater. Thomas placed his hands on either side of my face. My eyes closed as I fell into his caress. “Please Y/N” He begged. I started to cry softly, and he wrapped me into his arms. Hugging me with an urgent tightness. I’ve never felt so comforted by anyone like that. “Tell me what you want…be honest, me or John” He gave me an ultimatum. My cheeks flushed a vibrant red color as I left his embrace and stared into his inviting gaze.

“You really don’t know who I like do you…” I asked him.

“I really don’t Y/N…you’re driving me insane right now. Waltzing in with him” He spoke with frustration.

“Me? Like you didn’t drive me to insanity weeks ago? You’ll be fine” I laughed in his face as the rain fully poured down onto us.

“I need you” He spoke, his voice much deeper than it was before.

“And I need a mental vacation but we don’t always get our way Thomas Shelby” I sighed and placed my hands on the stairs, holding myself up.

“Why are you doing this? You just figure when one person finally moves on that you can just come back, and everything would be normal again? You don’t understand how miserable I was because of you. John had to get me out of bed just to be a person again. And you think you can come over once and propose an ultimatum and make everything fine. I’m sick of it Thomas Shelby” I confessed with anger making my blood boil.

“Y/N…I’m sorry. For everything. I didnt know what happened to you. I didn’t even think you cared. No one told me where you went and i had to lay low. I wrote millions of letters i never got to send. I promise I will make everything up to you. Just tell me who you want the most” He pleaded and shuffled closer to me.

“It’s never been John…from the start you were the only person I wanted” I admitted. Getting near his familiar ocean blue eyes was enough for me to become lightheaded. He placed a hand on my wet cheek once more, staring back into my soul like he saw right through me. Rain drops trickled down his forehead making his jaw look even more chiseled.

He carefully placed his thumb on my bottom lip and swiped over it softly. “I’d really like it if you were all mine…permanently” Thomas growled.

“I’ve only been waiting for months” I mumbled out before he leaned in close and kissed me roughly like he yearned for this moment for centuries. The rain came down so hard i couldn’t think straight. I kissed him back. Tasting a mix of my own salty tears and rain water diluting them. I locked my lips against Thomas’ with him repeating back the same way. We shared sloppy, compelling kisses that didn’t stop until we both had to come up for air. When we did, Thomas pressed his forehead against mine and closed his eyes.

“I’ve wanted you for so long Y/N” He breathed.

“Me too.” I smiled. “Let’s go get warmed up. I have wine waiting inside” I offered.

“Sounds like a dream” Thomas spoke and stood up off of the stairs, grabbing my hand and pulling me up in one go. The night ended with us lying in bed without clothes, overly drunk and tangled in the sheets. His big arms holding me tight as we drifted off into a good night’s sleep.

[cscorvid]

Soap | Taste of Heaven

NSFW One shot. Afab!reader.

Pretty vanilla, pierced cock, lots of praise.

All art credits go to their respective creators

The sheets seemed like the perfect choice, now that the soft material were tangled in your fingers that clenched them in white as your chest rose and fell which each breath.

Johnny’s lips found your kiss swollen ones once more before he pulled away, once more. His muscular form dipping down, his tongue running up the small sliver of skin between the waistband of your pants and your belly button. His nose pushing up your shirt, as he keeps moving upward, planting open mouth kisses right up your torso.

A groan came from him, “Fuck, yer perfect.”

His calloused hands ran up from your thighs to push whatever clothing you had covering your torso off. His tongue flicking over one of your pebbled nipples, a rough yet feathering finger circled the other.

Every small sound and move you made, spurred him on further. Johnny didn’t even try to hide the fact he was rutting against the bed as his kept worshipping your body, his mouth leaving your nipples to trail up once more. Hungry, sloppy kisses planted over your collarbone.

As he moved up, his hands dropped to your hips, his own coming flush against yours. Grinding through both of yours clothes, pulling soft groans from him as his lips moved up the side of your neck. He kept planting the kisses up his lips grazed your ear.

"Ach, I need tae fook ye, Mo sheòid. I need tae feel the way ye wrap 'round me, the way ye squeeze me tight, screamin' ma name. Christ-" he groaned low, his breath hot and ragged in your ear, his hips grinding desperately against yours. "Fuckin' hell, lass, I'm gonna cum in ma pants if ye dinnae let me have ye. Please, Y/N, I'll dae anythin' ye want."

A gasp came from her at the rugged groan in her ear, her body instinctually arching up into his body. “Oh…Johnny.”

The way his name fell from your lips, made his hips buck against yours as a hand tangled into your hair and pulled your head back. “Please, Y/N,…pl-“

“John MacTavish if you don’t shut up and fuck me already.” She interrupted him, her tone made it rather firm that it was a command. Not a question. Not a suggestion. And Johnny? Was more than happy to obey this command.

His fingers tore into the fabric of her jeans, ripping them off her body. He placed a kiss to her clit, over her panties, before tearing the cotton material off with his teeth.

As soon as she was exposed to him, his face buried straight into her core. His edged cock pushed to the back of his mind, for just a mere taste of your nectar. Nipping at her clit before soothing it with his tongue.

His arms hooked around her hips and pulled her closer, and held her spread open for him. Her moans, her gasps, the twitching, the squirming. Only made him feast like a man dying of starvation. The wet sounds coming from the way his skilled tongue worked over her.

“Oh God…Johnny..” She trailed off as a moan was pulled from her. A hand traveling over her breast and down her abdomen before tangling into his hair, the brown locks sticking through in patches in her clenched hand as she pulls his hair.

A moaned against her clit as she pulled his hair, letting go off one leg, his middle finger pushing into her tight hole. Another moan coming from him as he felt the way she immediately clamped around his finger.

“Fuck, look at how you respond to me. You’re going to milk me dry like a good girl with the way you’re clenching my fingers, Bonnie.” He murmured, before he went back to feasting on her clit, slowly adding in a second finger into her. His fingers and tongue working in tangent with each other. Her noises of pleasure rolling past those swollen lips as her walls flutter against his fingers.

Her own hand tightened in his hair as she felt that familiar heat in her lower stomach. The way he held her so close to him, the feeling of his finger rolling over her G-spot, how his tongue felt on her clit, the way his pupils were blown feral with lust.

As much as she tried to prolong it, her orgasm rolled over her like a wave on the beach. Her legs snapped tight around his head, her hand pulled at his hair, while the other yanked at the sheets.

“Fuck!” the word rolling off in a choked scream.

Johnny’s hands had snaked under your legs to hold you’d hips, as he eagerly lapped up the juices coming from your pulsating pussy. Groaning as he pushed his tongue deeper into her, his hips softly jerking against the bed.

He continued to feast on her as they rode out her orgasm. Her legs trembled as they relaxed against his head slowly, freeing him from his locked position. Half lidded eyes on him as he pulled away.

Her eyes focusing on the way his chest physically moved with each rugged breath of his. The way his dog tags gleamed in the light, until her eyes landed on a wet spot on the front of his pants. Eyes widened in surprise before her eyes flicked up to his.

“Did you-?” She started but trailed off unsure of how to even word a question like that.

“Did I cum my pants because I got to taste your cum on my tongue?” He asked in a husky voice, her essences still glistening on his lips, as he pulled off his shirt. Walking to her, watching her softly nod to his question. “Yes I did. Because you taste like heaven.”

As he undid his belt with one hand, he leaned in and caught her lips in a kiss, shoving his tongue roughly into her mouth. She moaned into the kiss as she tasted herself on his tongue. Johnny groaned into the kiss as he finally free’d his cock, even though he had already finished once, he was still hard as a rock.

He softly rocked his hips against hers, and that’s when Y/N realized, he was pierced. And, maybe it was just the lust clouding your brain, but it made you clench around nothing.

One of his hands moved to line himself up, the other rested around your throat. Leaning in to capture your lips into kiss as he slowly pushes into you. Your moans were swallowed greedily by him, as you felt every inch of his cock stretch you open, could feel the way each piercing pushed into you.

“Oh, Fuck,” he groaned once he had full seated himself inside of you. Gently grinding his hips against yours to keep from moving, allowing you time to adjust to his size. “This is fucking heaven.”

His lips trailed kisses down your neck as he slowly began to thrust. His hand tangling into your hair, pulling your head back, as he softly bit the column of your throat, his tongue flicking over the bite mark to sooth the sting.

His pace picks up into something faster, your moans were a siren song to his ears, and he was more than willing to let you pull him under your spell.

“You’re fucking perfect. You feel so good, Mo sheòid, you’re clenching me like a forbidden vice.” His lips travelled over your collarbone. “So beautiful, so responsive, so fucking perfect.”

His thrust were rough and harsh yet controlled. You can feel each pleasurable thrust as his tip rams into that sweet spot that makes you see stars, the piercings adding texture along your clenching walls.

“John-Johnny…I’m…fuck…” you barely got out between moans. That heat building in your lower regions.

“Cum on my cock, Y/N. Please, oh fuck, please let me feel you cum on my cock.” He groaned, as his hands tightened on your hips. His words slowly turning into a desperate beg,“Please, gods, please.”

Hearing him start to beg, it pushed you over the edge, hearing him groan as yours walls clench around his cock. His thrust becoming sloppy before he hilted himself balls deep as he finished. His hips jerking against yours as you both breath heavy.

Taking a moment to come down from the high of their conjoined climax. Johnny slowly pulled out of her, careful of the piercings, his cock finally coming free with an audible pop. His blue eyes glued to the trail of cum that was leaking out of you. It made his soft cock twitch, quickly he shook his head away from those thoughts and looked back up at your face.

“Are you okay?” He asked, as he crawled over top of you, not in a sexual way this time, but in an affectionate way. As his eyes traveled over your disheveled form. His eyes locking onto yours with eyes that moment before had been filled with dark desire now filled with a soft love.

“Yeah I’m okay,” you say with a hoarse voice. “That was great, Johnny.”

He hums a response before pressing a soft loving kiss to your lips. Moving to settle against your side and pulling you close to him, tangling your legs together, as one hand trails up and down your spine in a loving way. His other hand came to cup the side of your face, his finger tips tangling into the hairs on the nape of your neck.

“I love you,” he murmured as he buried his face into your hair. “You are my heaven.”

This is my first time writing here. I’d love to hear any comments, thoughts, feedback.

[darthannie]

day twenty-three: knife play with thomas shelby 

pairing: Thomas Shelby x f!reader word count: 608 warnings: knife, little blood, fingering a/n: First fic back, yay! Would Tommy probably have a gun instead? Probably but just go with me on this one. kinktober masterlist

Breaking into Thomas Shelby’s house was easier than you thought. Though, it was more like an estate than a house. Well aren’t I lucky, you thought. You got inside and snuck through the house, struggling to find his office in the dark. You were to get in, get out, and get far away from there. 

You scoured the halls, not making a single sound. Intuition told you to check the door to your left. You turned the nob and it opened quietly. You stood in the door frame, triumphant. Right as you moved, an arm snaked around your waist and you felt something cold on your neck. 

“It’s not polite to show up to someone’s house unannounced,” whispered Tommy. 

“Thomas Shelby, what a pleasure it is to finally meet you.” He pressed the metal on your skin, not enough to cause an abrasion, but enough for you to feel the threat of cool metal on your warm skin. Your breath hitched as his body pressed against yours, making you shiver. 

He kept his voice low, “Now you’re going to tell me who sent you. And I will let you go.”

“I cannot give you that information, Mr. Shelby,” you whispered.

“I’m not going to take it by force, but I supposed I’ll just have to fuck it out of you instead.” Before you could question him he forced you over to his desk, removing the knife from your neck to clear off part of the desk. You hinged at the waist as he bent you over the desk. You looked back at him.

“Say the word, and I’ll stop. Otherwise, this might not be enjoyable. What’ll it be?”

“Fuck me, Mr. Shelby,” you said biting your lip. He lifted your dress and slipped the blade underneath your various undergarments and cut through them with ease. Once bare, he dragged the knife along your ass, teasing you with the blade. 

You could have sworn he cut you. You reached back and felt around. When you checked your hand there was a smudged bit of blood on your fingertips.

“Mr. Shelby, I believe you drew blood.”

“I believe I did.” His fingers found their way to your entrance. He felt as your wet hole took him in. He moved slowly as he prepped you. Satified with how wet you were, he laid the flat against your pussy. 

“Are you ready to tell me who sent you?” His fingers curled inside you and your back arched. 

“No, Mr. Shelby. I think you’re going to have to try harder.” 

He removed the knife and you felt him line himself up and thrust in you, hard. He started thrusting and pulling you up by the neck, your body now right up against his. He moved his hand to your waist. The previously forgotten knife found its way back to your neck. Tommy turned the edge away from you, careful not to accidentally slit your throat. Even still, the fact that there was even a chance he could cut you was thrilling. Your moans filled the room as his pace evened out. The items on the desk trembled. 

“By the end of the night, you will give me the information I need or I will put this blade to good use.” He tried to sound threatening, but a bit of play came out in his voice. The blade found its way to the side of your right thigh, moving up slowly. You grabbed onto the edge of the desk, needing to hold onto something as a chill ran down your spine. 

Breathlessly, you quipped back, “I’d quite like to see you try, Mr. Shelby.”

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[jeonqkooks]

a little taste | jjk

the one with the stress-relieving lollipop.

[ ‘ a little taste ’ series masterpost ]

pairing: jungkook x f!reader

rating: 18+ (minors dni)

genre/warnings: established relationship, basically pwp!, but a lil fluffy i guess, oral seggs (m. receiving), face fooking, 0.1 second of dirty talk?, what else what else hmmmm oH it's unedited as heck lol

word count: 1.6k

note: nobody look at me after i post smut please i'm just gonna leave this here and dip ⛷ but fr time flies wtf?? it took me almost a year to post the second part of this series what have i been doing lmao. buuuuuuut yeah yk this series is for the horndawgs sOoOoOo have fun lol

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

You could tell that something was wrong the minute Jungkook walked through the door. 

From the way the door was shut a little too harshly, the sound of his keys hitting the ceramic bowl in your entryway a little too loudly. The way he came up from behind as you were cooking but his arms held you a little too tightly, like he just needed you to ground him.

He was off all throughout dinner, trying (and failing) to come up with proper responses to your attempts at making conversation.

Even now, as you snuggle up against him on the couch, you can feel the tension radiating off him. He presses absentminded kisses into your hair every now and then, but his arm around you is stiff, his jaw is perpetually clenched, his breathing a little too even like he’s trying to control it. At this point, you’re pretty sure that neither of you is really watching the TV.

“Alright, that’s it,” you say, pushing yourself away from his body to get a good look at his face. “Out with it, what’s wrong?”

Jungkook peers at you, clearly having been broken out of his train of thought. He exhales once, then pulls you back into his side. This time, he keeps you there.

“Nothing’s wrong,” he says, fingers drumming rigidly on your hips. “Just had a shitty day at work. Don’t worry about it.”

You frown slightly, trying to wiggle out of his grip but his strong arm pins you to his body. He squeezes your hips, as if telling you to hold still.

“Wanna talk about it?” you ask.

“No,” he answers, voice somewhat strained. You know he’s just simmering in there, thoughts racing, anxiety spiking.

He tends to keep things to himself because he doesn’t want to bother you with his troubles. But he’s your partner, that’s what he’s supposed to do - talk to you, let it out, work together.

When you huff out a breath, he placates you with, “Maybe in the morning.”

You’re not entirely pleased that he’s shutting you out, but this is just how he is. There’s not much you can do; Jungkook isn’t a talk-about-your-feelings kind of person. Once you remind yourself that he’ll open up when he wants to, you press a comforting kiss to his jaw in response, and he hums in appreciation.

You stay like that for a while, with the TV serving as background noise. You slip your hand under his shirt to trace odd patterns on his abs, like you often do whenever you’re cuddled up against him like this.

It’s innocent, until he does the same to you.

You’re sure he doesn’t mean to start anything, but when his fingers touch your bare skin, you have an instant lightbulb moment.

He kneads your skin like you’re a human stress ball, then loosens his grip when he remembers that you’re not.

Your hand stills on his abdomen. Lightbulb, for sure.

“Want me to make you feel better?” you ask, peeking up at him through your lashes with faux innocence.

Jungkook glances down at you, suspicious. “How?”

“Well…” Your fingers pick up where they left off, tracing his abs for a moment before they trail downward to toy with the waistband of his sweatpants. “You know how.”

He rolls his eyes at you, but his legs unconsciously (or not) spread a little wider. “I’m not even hard,” he says, even as he sinks further into the cushions of the couch, getting into position.

“I think I can fix that,” you mumble, inching closer to his face until your mouths meet. You feel him melting into the kiss, letting you take over him instead of the stress. When his tongue slips into your mouth, your hand palms him through the material of both his sweats and boxers. He rolls his hips against your hand, seeking friction as he gives you a muffled groan. You can still faintly taste the beer he had earlier after dinner. You don’t even like beer, but you love Jungkook.

“Fuck.” He throws his head back, eyes closed, bottom lip held hostage by his teeth. You lean closer to his neck, press a few kisses to the skin you find there while your hand rubs him until he hardens.

It doesn’t take very long before he grows bigger and heavier under your fingers. “Fine,” he rasps out, urging down to the carpeted floor on your knees. “I suppose you may suck my dick.”

You give him a particularly hard squeeze just for that, making him choke on a breath. “You’re not cute,” you say. He only gives you a grin in response before he lifts up his hips to help you shimmy his trousers and boxer down. He doesn’t even bother taking them off properly, just lets them pool around his ankles while he waits for you. His cock stands tall and proud, desperately begging to be touched. All because of you. All for you.

You spit into your hand, then wrap your fingers around him, slowly pumping him until precum leaks from his tip. His hips buck into your grip, silently demanding more. Impatiently, he weaves his fingers into your hair and gently guides your head to where he needs you the most.

“Y/N, c’mon, do something,” Jungkook groans, brows knitted together as he looks down at you. “Isn’t this supposed to be about me?”

“You’re right,” you say with a chuckle. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

You give the tip of his cock a kiss to emphasize your apology before you take him into your mouth, sinking down on him on your first go until he hits the back of your throat. The airy, needy moan that he lets out sounds nothing less than heavenly to your ears. If he doesn’t want to talk about his troubles, then this might as well be the next best thing.

You pull back after holding him there for a few seconds, only to start bobbing up and down his length that’s now slick with your spit, drawing continuous moans from his mouth. It boosts your ego a bit, knowing how good you’re making this gorgeous man feel.

“God, fuck,” Jungkook drawls, as his hand in your hand tightens. “Baby, can I?”

You try to give him a nod as best as you can, what with his cock shoved into your mouth like this. You look up to find him already gazing at you with that fucked out look on his face. He holds your head still, then slowly bucks his hips into your mouth experimentally so you don’t choke on it.

Although, he does want you to choke on it.

Maybe you kinda want to choke on it too.

“Let me know if it’s too much,” he says, voice rough with desire. He’s always so attractive like this, when he sounds like he wants nothing more than to completely ruin you, absolutely delectable yet somehow, still your wonderfully caring Jungkook. Your core clenches painfully around nothing as he thrusts into your mouth, not breaking eye contact even once.

You feel tears pricking every time his cock nudges its way down your throat, until your eyes are all glassy and eventually your cheeks are stained with two clear lines streaming down.

Profanities tumble from his mouth clumsily, breathlessly, that you don’t catch most of what he’s saying.

“Baby,” he keens, and that’s when you notice that his lashes are wet too. Something swells within your chest that’s akin to pride. You could laugh if you weren’t so… preoccupied. Leave it to the both of you to cry during a blowjob.

At one point, it does get a little too much, right when he was almost there. You could tell from the way his stomach clenches and his balls tighten, his teeth digging into his bottom lip in concentration. You have to hold onto his wrist and tap his bare thigh so he could ease up on you. He untangles his fingers from your hair instantly, mumbling an apology while he catches his breath. You pull away from him to inhale deeply and let your throat relax for a minute, but your hand reaches for his length again while your mouth is temporarily out of commission.

He continues to shallowly thrust into your hand as you jerk him off, determined to make him fall right over the edge of pure bliss. Even when he’s about 0.5 second away from blowing his load, Jungkook is still mindful of you. He reaches down to wipe the tears from your face, a touch which you immediately lean into gratefully.

“Fuck, I-I’m gonna come,” he grunts out when you gather more spit from your mouth to add onto his already slickened cock, making it even messier, but easier for you amp up your speed.

“Where do you want it?” you ask, thoroughly enjoying the pleasure etched on his face and the sounds you’re pulling from you.

“M-mouth,” he manages to say. “In your mouth, please.”

At that, you wrap your lips around him again. As your fingers move up and down his length, alternating between fast pumps and harder squeezes, you suck on just the tip like he’s your own Jungkook-flavored lollipop. You hum in appreciation at the taste, eager for what he has to give you.

Your name falls from his lips over and over again, like a mantra, like a cry, until he’s painting your mouth with warmth, overwhelming your tastebuds with your favorite flavor of him. You keep up with your movements until you’re sure that you’ve milked every single drop from him. When you release him from your mouth, he grabs your face and kisses you deeply. He moans, muffled against you, when he finds the residual taste of himself on your tongue.

“Love you,” you tell him, bumping your nose against his.. “Feel better now?”

“Much better,” he says, albeit a little hoarsely after the… vocal training he just received. He grins at you lazily, clearly spent and visibly more relaxed than before. “Love you too, my dream girl.”

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[sleepymaus]

What the ACTUAL fuck. this is what i found this morning. something ATE it's fucking body and left just it's head and some kinda spine thing. ravaged the dandelion that got munched to shit too and there's no way that was the lil caterpillar.

never fucking mind :((((

i found a tiiiny caterpillar in my garden btw.. if u even care

[so-idialed-9]

Louis and team might want to consider people are huge fans of Louis not just because they like the music, but because they've liked HIM AS A PERSON. And that can change.

Warm, kind, accepting to all, humble, down to earth, funny, strategic, overlooked by the industry. The kind of person you go the extra mile to help.

He's gone out of his way to cultivate that image. "Who the fuck is gonna stop us?" "I need you and you need me and I fooking love that." Constantly saying "we" did that. Making himself accessible not just to rich kids. People in the industry saying he is genuine.

So going on a childish Twitter blocking spree of people who support you - gaslighting fans into feeling guilty for saying things you yourself have said over the years - encouraging targeted harassment of your primary supporters - and overall mean-spirited pettiness - severely tarnishes that image.

Once you lose a fan because they think you're a prick now, they're not coming back.

Also, no matter WHAT you do now, it will never erase what you already did and said that everyone knows to be true. But I will cmon and call you liar if you choose to be one.