#THANKS PHILL

[noel-fielding-web-page]

Such a great memory! ;) Thanks, Vince!

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[philliamwrites]

hi philliam! i was ur indulgence anon ask from a few weeks back :) you inspired me to start writing and posting on my own, so i just wanted to throw out my first fic to u if ur interested. https://www.tumblr.com/theragethatisdesire/718928343345610753/ti-penso-ogni-giorno-eren-x-reader-18?source=share thank u for being such a kick-ass writer and an inspo for me! i hope this isn't super annoying, but otherwise enjoy if u decide to click <3

THE SOUND I JUST LET OUT

nothing makes me feel happiness to such a raw and profound level than to hear that someone was inspired to start writing because of me

you didn't know i needed to hear something like this rn, but damn i needed to hear smth like this rn because i am back to ✨struggling✨

and it's funny because evey time i think nobody (me included) cares, somebody comes along and is like "hey :) i like what u do" and it melts my heart, it really does

ofc i'm gonna go and check it out!!! it's gonna be my bed time story tonight hehehe

thank you so so much!!!! 🏵️

[endless-oc-creations]

this + your Hannibal ot3?

- @come-along-pond

Gives nose/forehead kisses: Phoebe would be the one giving Hannibal and Will these soft type of kisses 🥺

Gets jealous the most:...You know what...I'm gonna say Will would probably be the one that gets jealous the most, but he doesn't admit it and Hannibal would be the one constantly bringing it up, in his own "therapist" type of way of course, as it happens to rile Will up...

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive: I don't see Hannibal ever getting too drunk lol, so it would be him.

Takes care of on sick days: I feel like that would be Hannibal, since he used to be in the field of medicine.

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: Phoebe! She would be almost overly excited wanting a day out near the ocean.

Gives unprompted massages: I can see Hannibal doing this honestly.

Drives/rides shotgun: I think either Hannibal or Phoebe would drive. Will is basically both of theirs passenger princess lol! With Hannibal though I feel like if and when they "go out" to his fancy parties he orders a limo so all of them to sit together.

Brings the other lunch at work: Oh Hannibal is definitely the one to prepare and bring both Phoebe and Will lunch to their work 😏

Has the better parental relationship: Uh well, I would say Hannibal's...Even though they are hardly mentioned and died when he was a child early on in his life. But the little info I know they seemed to love their children. Will's parents are hardly mentioned, not know much about them, except maybe a hint that Will's mom left him at an early age. Phoebe's mother died giving birth to her and her father, who was an agent for the F.B.I. resented her and threw himself into his work, leaving Phoebe pretty much lonely and feeling unloved.

Tries to start role-playing in bed: Phoebe. Maybe tries to play/act like a future prey/victim.

Embarrassingly drunk dancer: Phoebe lol, she's done it a couple of times and it was not graceful at all.

Still cries watching Titanic: I can't really see any of them liking or having interest in the Titanic.

Firmly believes in couples costumes: None of them.

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: It's always Hannibal...he spoils them to know end...

Makes the other eat breakfast: Hannibal of course, Will and Phoebe have the tendency of pulling all nighters and are/or constantly busy with their work and forget to eat.

Remembers anniversaries: Well all of them would (Though Will would be the one to remember last minute) But the one who would "do the most", I think would be Phoebe. She always tries to spoil and show Hannibal and Will how much they mean to her. Though on their anniversary she always has to get up 2 hours earlier to beat Hannibal in the kitchen and try not to overthink making breakfast perfect and remember the tips Hannibal gave her when it came to cooking.

Brings up having kids: I don't think kids would be brought up in their relationship. I think it would just happen and they would be fine/happy with it, etc.

Send a ship and I'll tell you who:

[k-star-holic]

'The Roundup: No Way Out' Ma Dong-Seok, a word of emotion "Lantern, over 5 million"

Source: k-star-holic.blogspot.com

[ashleymilesphil]

We Need Your Support Now More Than Ever🏳️‍🌈🙏

Hello friends.

We are LGBTIQ refugees from East Africa, and we are facing unimaginable challenges in the refugee camps where we have been displaced. Every day, we struggle to survive in hostile environments filled with homophobia and persecution. Our lives are constantly at risk, and we need your help to make it through these difficult times.

Despite the challenges, we have some good news to share! The first group of LGBTIQ refugees from our community is finally heading to Canada. This is a huge milestone for us, and it wouldn't have been possible without your incredible support. We are deeply grateful to everyone who has stood by us, and we ask that you continue to support us in whatever way you can.

But we still have a long way to go. Many of us remain in these camps, living in fear and uncertainty. We are asking, kindly, for your donations to our fundraiser. Every penny counts—whether it’s for food, medication, or shelter, your contribution helps us survive another day.

Even though it's difficult to keep asking, we can’t stop. Our lives and futures depend on your generosity. Please, if you can, donate to our cause. Together, we can create a safer future for our community.

Thank you for your continued support, and let’s keep moving forward.

Other ways to Donate.⬇️

PayPal: lwerephillip@gmail.com

Ko-fi : https://ko-fi.com/phil24

With gratitude,

Phill and the LGBTIQ refugee community

[heartofwritiing]

His sweater

paring: cc!wilbur soot x fem!cc!reader (featuring cc!tommy and cc!tubbo)

summary: you and wilbur are in a private relationship and one day while you’re streaming chat recognizes the sweater you’re wearing.

authors note: I wrote this a while back when I was coming back into writing. I'm sorry if its not as good as my usual stuff. the reader is a small streamer but she's close with all the britsh ccs, (bc she lives in the uk) she and wilbur are dating and no one knows not even their friends! but some of them do suspect it! I thought it was cute not sure if it's been done before and I really enjoyed writing it!!

warnings: secret relationship, anxiety attack, fluff, not proofread, and unedited!

It was supposed to be a relaxed stream, chatting and hanging out before Wilbur got home. That’s what it started as. You logged onto Twitch around 7:40 or so, after hanging out with Tommy and the gang for the day. 

Wilbur had gone to his office. He told you to head off without him and said he would be home in an hour or two after he finished editing. That was fine with you. You didn’t mind when he worked late since you didn’t go to bed until around midnight.

No one knew you and Wilbur were together. Like together, together. They thought you were close friends. Not even your friends knew you and sometimes hanging out with them was hard because you wanted to be all

It's not that you were embarrassed by each other. You wanted your privacy and time together to be yours and yours alone. You knew everyone in the group could be eccentric about romantic relationships. You knew deep down they would be happy for you but this was something you and Wilbur agreed to keep secret. For a while at least.

Only a few times have you let it slip when you were out with friends. Everyone knew you two were close so it wasn't that odd to see you being close.

Phill was the only one who knew what was going on. Because once he had caught Wilbur taking your hand in his while you walked side by side. You both completely forgot he was walking right behind you. Separating your hand from Wilbur's when Phill was giving you a knowing glance out of the corner of your eye. Wilbur felt you let go of his hand and he turned to you pouting.

Wilbur got the message completely, seeing Phil smirk back at him. Then, to make matters worse Tommy caught on to Phill being suspicious about something all day. Hence began the young blonde bugging him about what he was all smirking about all day.

Then there were times when you both streamed together. Whether it be at your house or even playing on the SMP, sometimes things would slip out on both your faults.

Like you’ll flirt with each other, or he’ll call you love, or darling. Small things that not everyone can catch onto. Everyone thinks you’re roleplaying anyways but you both know it's not. If you’re on stream you’ll hold your hands under the desk out of view of the webcam. Wilbur would caress your knuckles with his thumb, letting you know he was there. Or you’ll lay your heads on each other’s shoulders during late-night streams when you’re so tired. Little things like that, and of course chat goes nuts for it. 

They think it’s adorable how close you guys are. You love it too. , some people ship you guys but you ignore it, not caring about what they think. It wasn’t anyone's business.

So here you were taking a sip of water from your bottle and as you read the chat a donation came up and it made you perk up.

“Alyssa thank you for the four months!” you read off the donation with a smile. It made you happy that people wanted to stick around with your channel and found it a safe community to fall back on. That was what you wished for.

Your chat was going slow as usual since only about 2,000 or so people were watching. You were comfortable in your little corner.

Your eyes skimmed through the incoming text on your monitor. You froze when you saw a particular statement about your attire.

User: Wait is that Wilbur's sweater?!

You didn’t dare say anything as you tried to shake it off but the comments kept coming in after that faster than before. Everyone seemed to recognize it since he often wore this one in videos. 

You had forgotten Wilbur gave you his sweater sometime early in the night. It wasn’t cold in Brighton during the day, it was warm in the sun. The perfect weather for a band shirt and your favorite pair of comfy pants. But after sunset, you had gotten chilly and Wilbur had offered you his sweater.

You shivered as the chilly wind made goosebumps rise on your arms. You wished you had brought a jacket before going out. You forgot to check the weather and you didn’t think you’d be staying out all day. It was fine, you weren’t going to make a big deal out of it.

Wilbur, who is walking with Tommy glances in your direction. Noticing your shivering state with your arms crossed, you failed to warm yourself up.

Without hesitation, Wilbur pulls his yellow jumper over his head and jogs to catch up with you. Holding out his arm with the sweater all bunched up in his hand, he nudged you.

You turn to look at him. Heat rushed to your cheeks at the realization of why he was handing you his sweater. He had noticed you were chilly and your stomach grew butterflies.

"You're shivering. I don’t want you to catch a cold."

You felt warm inside. You never thought you’d find the typical romantic gestures appealing but then you met Wilbur. Who proved you wrong. He was always a gentleman. It made you fall in love with him more and more.

You take it gratefully and put it on. The bright yellow contrasted against y/h/c and somehow made your skin glow. It made you look happy somehow, but it could be the fact you were wearing your boyfriend's sweater.  The smell of his cologne faintly lingers on it.

Wilbur blushed and felt a bit dizzy seeing you wearing his clothes sometimes, and now it was the same case. He thought you looked adorable and was glad he could help you be warmer.

“Thanks, Will,” you smiled.

You almost stood on your toes to kiss his cheek but stopped yourself short. You didn’t want the others to see. Wilbur didn’t care. He leaned right over and kissed your head quickly.

"Of course, darling."

You smiled at the memory of two hours ago as the chat was still spamming you with questions. You tried to ignore it so you booted up your saved game of Stardew Valley. Knowing everyone wanted an update on your farm.

As you played you would glance over to your other monitor and notice chat wasn’t letting up about the sweater. It was getting a bit on your nerves since chat was getting a little hectic and you wanted to have a normal stream. Suddenly you heard an alert for Discord on your computer and you perked up like a golden retriever.

“Oh hold on chat, I’m getting a message!” you say opening up Discord on the opposite screen, just in case. Hopefully, someone wants to join you for a game or chat with you for a while. You were optimistic about finding out.

You saw it was from Tubbo. You immediately got excited seeing a notification from one of your closest friends. Your eyes read his message carefully making your heart sink to your stomach.

Tubbo: Hey, Y/N I don’t mean to alarm you but you’re trending on Twitter. I think you should check it out. 

Below his message was a link and you clicked on it hesitantly, assuming the worst you were bracing yourself for. Twitter opened up to reveal a whole thread of posts involving various screenshots. You sat in your desk chair with your messy hair and Wilbur's sweater clinging to your body.

You tried not to show too much emotion on your face while you scrolled. Knowing that all your now 4,000 viewers were watching you with every beat.

Tears brimmed in your eyes as all this attention was starting to overwhelm you.

You typed back a reply to Tubbo.

This is bad, right?

You were trying so hard to keep it together, everyone was figuring out your secret. You didn’t want everyone to find out this way, especially not your friends. They deserve better.

No no no, they don’t know what they’re talking about and just ignore it.

Easier said than done tubs.

ik ik

I was watching your stream and I noticed chat being nosey and I could tell you were uncomfortable. Are you okay?

You moved your eyes back to the chat again. It was going even faster now. Your viewer count had gone up even more. Everyone was asking why you were being so quiet all of a sudden. You apologized to everyone before returning to your chat screen with Tubbo.

“I'm sorry guys just message my friend real quick.”

Yeah.

Listen y/n if it's true or not I’m happy for you either way.

I'm sorry you had to find out this way.

Don’t be. It’s not your fault.

Does anyone else in the group know?

Just me. And technically Ranboo but he hasn’t figured it out.

You giggled at that.

You were so enthralled talking with Tubbo that you didn’t even hear the front door open. Will was home, toeing off his shoes and hanging up his flat keys.

You typed to Tubbo that you were going to end the stream. Make up some excuse that you were too tired but you didn’t want to seem suspicious. That’s when Wilbur snuck up behind you and leaned down so that he could wrap his arms around your shoulders.

Chat went even crazy. Spelling his name in all caps. Chaos. Absolute chaos.

You instantly froze at the contact and stayed like that for a good solid couple of seconds in shock. The smirk on Wilbur's lips was still prominent, but what he did next stunned you more than you already were.

Wilbur leaned down and placed a kiss on your cheek tenderly. His lips lingered on your skin. Burning. You always felt this way when he kissed you. It was sweet and brief. You could feel his breath across your skin when he pulled away. Like it wasn't a big deal that he simply kissed you in front of thousands of people. Looked up at your monitor and smirked when he saw your chat going ballistic.

“Oh are you streaming?” he asked. Of course, he knew you were streaming, and yes he did see the tag trending. Tubbo had messaged him as well and Wilbur thought now was the best time to reveal. He wanted everyone to know you were his, and he was yours. So he hatched a scheme in his head to surprise you by coming home while you were still streaming. So, you were in shock that your boyfriend had come in and kissed your cheek on camera. In front of your viewers.

You were a bit mad at him at the moment. Then you saw how cute he looked with his head resting on your shoulder as he watched the chaos issue from his work.

“Guess the cat’s out of the bag now huh darling?” he hummed into your ear softly.

It made you flustered when you felt his lips brush your ear. 

“Now everyone knows you're mine.”

Your heart was beating a million miles per second. You couldn’t believe it was happening. You were so relieved and yet kinda annoyed with Wilbur at the same time for sneaking up on you. You wanted to swipe that cheeky grin off his face. He could be such a smart ass sometimes, but you love him for it. 

Now would be a good time to end this. You thought as you cleared your throat and kept your eyes on the chat log.

"Well, that's enough for me tonight, goodnight.” You finally say quickly, coming out of your flustered state.

"Bye chat,” Wilbur waves.

As soon as the outro screen came on you logged out of Twitch. Immediately, you lay your face in your hands and began crying. Wilbur grew concerned.

"Y/N?" He spun your chair around to face him. He got down to his knees in front of you and placed his hands on your arms. Your heart was beating in your ears, pounding as the situation became too much. Hitting that end stream button brought a sense of relief now that you could finally take it all in. Everyone knew. There was no going back from this. You were so sure that you'd never get a break from the constant questions and judgment that come with being a content creator. 

Besides you on the table, your phone was going off like crazy, vibrating and shaking with alerts. You lifted your head to stare at it in fright. Wilbur detected your uneasiness immediately and grabbed your phone to shut it off completely before turning his attention back to you. 

He brings his hand up to tuck strands of your hair out of your face and behind your ears. You try your best to begin a breathing exercise to calm yourself down. 

Inhale through the nose. 

Exhale out of the mouth 

Wilbur's touch begins to calm your racing mind and heart. His voice anchors you back to the surface of your deepest thoughts. 

Breath. Just breathe. 

“That's it, in and out." 

When you finally get your breathing down to somewhat normal and you surpass a panic attack. Wilbur doesn't say anything. Just holding you until you’re ready.

“I'm sorry,” you whimper and squeeze your eyes shut in shame. Tears flow out again as Wilbur shushes you. 

“Don’t be sorry, don't." He chastised.

“It was just a lot.” You sniffled. 

“I know, but it's going to be okay, you know why?” 

You shake your head from side to side. 

“Because I love you so much, and it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. It’s you and me,” he reassured. 

You smile tearfully. “I love you too.” 

The rest of the night you are spent curled up next to Wilbur, your phones turned off to enjoy some time together away from the internet. The sudden sound of your PC exploding with the sound of the discord call ringtone has you groaning and pausing the movie you both were watching. You had forgotten to shut it down during the chaos. Wilbur goes over to your monitor to turn it off but sees it's Tommy calling. Reluctantly he answers and the room is filled with the teen's loud voice. 

“Why didn't you guys tell me!” he shouted, his voice breaking up through the speakers due to his loudness. 

“Hello to you too Tommy,” Wilbur spoke. 

“Wilbur! I never thought you’d get any women!” 

Wilbur glared over at you as you burst into laughter. It was clear that Tommy was surprised and happy for you both but he was also being his obnoxious self. 

“Alright Im hanging up now,” Wilbur says. 

“No, no!” he laughed. “Im genuinely really happy for you two,” 

“Thanks, toms!” you shouted from your spot on the couch. 

“Thank you Y/N!!” Tommy exclaims. ”See Wilbur, at least someone appreciates my remorseful attitude,” 

Wilbur rolls his eyes and ends the call, shutting down your pc so no one else could bother you. You laughed as he made his way back over to you on the sofa so you could continue your movie. Wilbur was likely going to try and protect you from being bombarded by your friends too much if you decided tomorrow that you'd talk to everyone, You were nervous to face them but you would know that nothing was going to change that your friends supported you. 

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Lover Be Good to Me

This is the first thing I've finished in forever. I hope you guys enjoy it.

Contains: Mild violence, protective Graves, fluff, smut (fingering, P in V)

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Be as you've always been (lover, be good to me) - Hozier

Phillip was all Southern gentleman, all Ma'am and Sweetheart and Darlin' and pulled out chairs and opened doors and hats and shoes off inside, all please and thank you kindly. But you were under no illusions, he was still man, and a violent one at that, he's soft like a guard dog or a thumb on a pulsing jugular, gentle only for you.

You wondered as you stood there, hands clenched by your side as you watched his fist make with the face of the man who was dumb enough to follow you to your car after you turned him down if he saw this as the declaration of possession that it was. He must have because, with each punch, he was scolding the man for bothering his woman. 

"Phillip, Honey, that's enough." 

He dropped the man's collar the moment the words left your mouth, and a second later, he was pulling him up by his face to admonish him one final time. "If I ever see you around again, I'll finish the job, understand?" 

The man hurried away with a terrified nod, and Phillip walked over to collect the grocery bags and placed them into the truck bed like his hand wasn't bloody and bruised before opening your door with a smile. "Sorry about that Darlin', I should have gone in with you."

You shook your head and climbed in, hoping this wouldn't turn into him drowning himself in guilt. "I think the phone call about Mattews and his broken leg took precedence over everything," he went to correct you, and you raised your finger to stop him. "I'm a grown woman, Phillip, and I can look after myself so I don't want to hear it." 

He sighed and reached over to place his hand on your knee as he drove towards home. "You're right, I just want to keep you safe." 

You nodded and took his hand in yours. "I know and that's why I'm going to be gentle when I clean those cuts on your knuckles." 

He chuckled, his smile warm and bright as the mood lifted. "You are an angel sent from heaven Darlin'."

****

Phillip didn't flinch as you cleaned the cuts on his knuckles; rather, he took in the look of concentration on your face with a dreamy smile and adoration filled eyes. "How did I get so lucky?"

You sighed. "I don't think it was luck, my love, or are you telling me all that wooing you did was just you throwing shit at the wall hoping it would stick?"

He pressed his lips together to suppress a smile and plucked the cotton round out from between your fingers before taking your hand in his hand and lifting it up to his lips. "Oh no, Sweetheart, I agonised over every flower."

His lips moved from your fingertips to the back of your hand, then to your wrist, slowly making their way up your arm until they met the edge of your sleeve. "Phill, your hand, I need to finish cleaning it."

He chuckled against your skin as his eyes flicked to yours. "It was clean five cotton balls ago." The hand that wasn't holding yours curled into the hem of your T-shirt as he moved to pull it upwards. "Now, are you going to let me appreciate you, or am I going to have to work for it?"

His lips were at your neck now, soft and sweet as he worried a spot into your skin. "I need to put dinner on."

He kissed a path to your ear, his breath tickling your skin as he spoke. "I'll order in while you soak in the tub after we're done, whatever you want and dessert."

There was no point in arguing, not that you wanted to. You took his head in your hands as he grinned and pressed your lips to his as he wrapped his arms around your body. He pulled back, pecking your nose as he pulled you further into his lap. "I'll take that as a yes?"

You nodded. "How could I say no to that?"

You let out a yelp as the world shifted, and you found yourself lying on your back on the couch while he hovered over you. His body rippled as he sat back on his heels and pulled his shirt over his head, and he flashed you a movie star smile as he watched you drink in the sight of his firm torso. "Like what you see Darlin'?"

"You know I do." You reached up to run your hand up his body, and he took your seeking hand off his pec to press it to his lips again. He settled between your legs, smiling as you pushed yourself up so you could pull off your shirt.

He took a breath to just look, his eyes heavy with lust as a bludge grew in the jeans. He watched with a clenched jaw as you took off your bra and chewed the side of his cheek out of habit as he reached down to remove your jeans. "God, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on."

You pulled your top half up using his belt loops, and he met you halfway, the kiss messy and forceful this time as you rushed to free him of his pants. He groaned as the pressure let off his cock, and his eyes fluttered closed as you ran a single finger from base to tip. "Are you planning on making beg Darlin'?"

He would if you wanted him too, he would cut his own heart out and hand it to you bleeding if you asked, but you shook your head. "No, I don't want you to beg."

His face crinkled with a smile, and he yanked your panties down your legs before running a hand from your knee to your inner thigh. "Can I?"

"I would like that very much." He groaned as his fingers made contact with your flesh, his eyes set on your face as he shifted downwards to be closer to you. He was slow and careful, seemly more focused on the pleasure slowly building in your face than actually progressing the rising heat in your core. "Are you going to make me beg my love?"

There was a hint of villainy in his smile, but he shook his head. "No, even though I fucking love the sound of you begging." His fingers became more insistent as he buried his face in your neck to nuzzle your flesh, growing like an animal as you bared your jugular to him. He let out an appreciative grunt at your moan when he slid two of his dextrous fingers inside you, and his eyes were back on your face, taking in each twitch and shift as this thumb found your clit, and his fingertips pressed your G-spot.

He was close enough that you could feel the ghost of his breath on your face, but any attempt to kiss him was met with a quick peck before he returned to focusing on your expression. There was something about the way he was looking at you that made you feel like you were going to catch fire, and before you could utter another word, your back was aching off the couch as the rush of pleasure took you by surprise.

His voice was all gravel and lust when he finally spoke. "We're getting a fucking mirror for our bedroom tomorrow and you're going to sit on the bed naked while I hang it so I can fuck you the second I'm done."

He cut off your reply with a kiss, sealing his lips to yours, and he slicked up his cock with your wetness before shifting before your legs and notching himself at your entrance. "You want me Sweetheart?"

You threw your legs over his waist and sunk your teeth into his lower lips, and he chuckled. "I hear you loud and clear gorgeous." The side home was slow and pressed as much of himself to you as he could as his hips began to rock.

His forehead fell on yours as your eyes met, and he smiled softly. "I love you so much y/n."

You moved your hand from his back to his cheek, and he nuzzled into your palm. "I love you too Phillip." The kiss was softer than his quickening hips, and he didn't seem to care that you were still sensitive as he worked you towards the second orgasm of the night. His hand slid between your bodies to rub your clit and he took full advantage of your gasps, swallowing them down like a starving man as he slammed into you.

You dug your nails into his back, but the spark of pain only served to spur him on, and you knew he'd be wearing the red crescents tomorrow at training with pride, in fact, it seemed that he'd take any excuse to show off the marks when you left them on his flesh. He proved your point when he all but roared as you sunk your teeth into his shoulder as you came.

His hips stuttered, and he reciprocated your bite, his teeth your skin as he pulsed inside you. "Fuck I love you."

You giggled and pressed your cheek to his. "You said that already."

He smiled, it was all boyish and sweet. "And I'll say it again. I love you."

You rubbed his nose with yours and pecked him. "I love you too."

You sighed as he slowly moved off you, and the air suddenly felt chilly without his heat. He extended his hand and gestured up the stairs. "I believe I promised you a bath and takeout?"

You nodded. "You did. I want French."

You took his hand, and he pulled you to your feet and into his arms. "Whatever you want."

Fin

@chaos-4baby @candy616

[angstyhikka]

Lev in touch! Hikka’s out, I possessed her))) she’s eating chips with her brain turned off while I’m explaining the lore to you >:D

So.*loud long surp*. in Anarchists there is a LUZ. she ended up on the Islands after falling into a lake, which turned out to be a portal to the world of demons. the King and Jester quickly picked up her there. she seemed fun to them. Philip mistook her for a kitten, and she, in fact, now walks under this nickname. she lives in their castle above titan’s head. and when she wants to get out of there, she asks Collie (specifically Collie because if Phil lets her down, firstly, it will be unsafe, and secondly, Luz cannot be picked up, she has daddy issues). sometimes they forget to feed her, but she copes with it herself. fortunately, anarchists have a fridge and, in principle, all the best things from the human realm. they even have a TV on which they watch anime. once they organized a “One Piece Month”))) then they flew around the islands, found more or less suitable candidates for the roles of characters, turned them into these characters and forced them to act out the roles (precisely they forced them, because making them obedient puppets was boring, not Interesting, Phil said)

Luz watched these idiots having fun for a while and was like, “Well, I see that they have no intention of harming people. They’re just idiots who don’t understand what they’re doing.” at least she hopes so. at some point Luz thought, “I can fix them.” and she had a moralizing conversation with the boys, trying to somehow reach out to them. but, as you understand, moralizing conversations affect people only when they are rubbed into them by someone with authority and force. and Luz has neither one nor the other, she's just a kitten.

Luz realized that she didn’t belong here, that her attempts to affect on K ‘n J were pointless, and decided to go her own way. She said goodbye to the boys. they got upset and after she left they started fighting because of what had happened, saying, “It’s your fault that Kitten left us!”. word for word, Philip went to let off steam, and Collie stayed at home. aaaaaand then the plot of the comic that we’re working on now happened. We're already half done! heading towards the 30 page mark......

Hikka in touch! finished eating my chips and is ready to briefly explain the rest of the pictures while you are already stuffed Lore about Luz phpphphphp

The second picture is what the pocket found just after getting out of the lakes. K ‘n J were racing through the forest on “beepbeepkas” (they maneuvered right through the air between the trees), but belatedly they stopped to check out what kind of person that was, standing there sticking it in, not understanding anything. Collie's first line was "you look interesting" and then Phillip were like "we're taking her with us"

Third picture: we will have Hollow Mind. Not saying any more context yet because there are spoilers :))

Fourth: Phill can do gypsy tricks, which are valued among them precisely because without magic they rely on sleight of hand and cunning. Luz was not impressed

Well, the last one is an unused frame for a comic that we turned into a meme. Don't thank us :3

[meryldian]

★ Growing up with Tokio Hotel (Devilish) ★

AN: It is no secret that I adore the childhood friends trope with all of my soul. This is very self indulgent and I have zero shame about it.

!! Some if not most hcs are based off events from Bill Kaulitz’s book “Career Suicide” !!

Part 2

Warning! Underage drinking and Smoking, small mention of bullying, some sexual themes briefly addressed. Friendly reminder it’s Tokio Hotel we’re talking about

How did you end up in Magdeburg or Loitsche is up to you, but there is no denial in saying that you were at the right place, at the right time when you met a little boy with spiky black and red hair at your new school playground

Little Bill Kaulitz thought you were cool from the second he saw you. There weren’t many people in the school that he had an interest on or that even payed any positive attention to him. With you it was different. You looked kind and unique!

Quickly he introduced you to his brother Tom, him being a kid with a bit of an inflated ego it would take him some more time to warm up to you.

In the meantime, you and Bill became inseparable. You were basically glued to each other’s hip. His mom would drop him off at your place every Saturday for you guys to play with your Polly Pockets, Power Rangers, dressing up in some ridiculous outfits that were the highest of fashion for your little selves.

Bill’s mom genuinely loved how her son was not scared to be himself around you. She would often ask how you were doing and when you would come over next.

You started to grow on Tom thanks to his mom’s faith in you. If his beloved mom trusted you then so could he.

Tom was getting into skating at the time, he would offer you to learn with him or watch him do tricks.

He loved the attention.

He probably tried to charm you up but gave it up when he saw of how much worth you were. You guys did not bring it up again, only in interviews later on when you wanted to dirt on Tom.

Unfortunately you wouldn’t always be shielded from the chaos in their childhood. One way or another you would probably end up trashing a train or smoking blunts behind the school bushes very early on.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to show up to class totally high.

On the evening you guys would grab your bikes, or you would ride with one of them, and head down by a lake to smoke, chat and unwind. Throwing rocks in and seing how many times it bounced.

With time the twins found their one true love, music. They dreamed big, long gone were the school talent shows and weddings. They wanted to reach the world.

For that, their little singer, guitarist duo with a keyboard that played bass and drums wouldn’t work.

One morning right before class the boys came up to you, literally sprinting and blabbering at the same time. You only understood “band, you, join, casting”

From that moment on you were doomed.

If you didn’t play an instrument already the twins’s step-dad would happily accept you into his music school for free.

Through his acquaintances you guys found a drummer. He was immature for his age according to Tom. He wore glasses and a little shirt with a cow skiing.

When the day of the “casting” as the twins called it came, Gustav played some Phill Collins and solos for you guys. Clearly it wasn’t a real casting and you were fully aware that this boy was your best bet at getting a drummer for your newly formed band. Yet, the boys took it very seriously.

Tom replied “alright good you have the job” and rolled with it.

What were the odds that at the same music school Gustav attended there was an aspiring bassist.

Again, it was your best bet so you took Georg in.

If your first language was english it could’ve gone two ways when the twins came up with the name “devilish”. You either loved it and thought it was sick or you cringed yet had to tag along with it for the boys.

Now you guys had the time of your lives with the band.

Weekdays after school would be spent entirely at the garage jamming out and drinking. You all sucked at the beginning, barely mastering your instruments but your charm stood out.

Georg and you became friends right away. His energy jumped right at you and you both became such a comedic duo.

He started the fire and you just added fuel to it.

You loved to prank your friends so much.

And innuendos. So many innuendos.

Once Tom joins into your madness, it’s over for everyone else.

It wasn’t rare for you three to come back home all messed up and pass out on Tom’s couch.

Gustav baking and making little snackies for the band while you rehearse !!

Well, you drank and lazied around more than rehearsing per say.

Tom, Georg, Gustav and you playing video games all coddled up on a couch together.

Thank god Bill is there to kick your asses so you actually play music.

Tom and You developed a habit of playing back to back. You thought it looked cool.

Gustav is the glue that keeps you all together, and away from major trouble. Half he time at least.

Quickly enough you gained a little fanbase in town.

At school you might’ve been the outcasts still, but the older and “cooler” kids took you in happily.

Not much changed, it was the same old story of drinking, smoking, trashing shit down but now with the slight change that everyone around you was discovering their sexuality.

You walk in and Georg’s wanking in the corner? Throw a blanket over him and continue with whatever you were doing.

Being around four young boys and their friends surely set you up to become just as shameless as them.

You guys got very familiar with one another and could not care less about changing in the same room or sleeping in the same bed.

You guys were starting to become a set of quintuplets.

You were probably one of the first if not the first person that Bill ever talked to about questionning his orientation and the little romance he had with his old friend.

If you happen to be a part of the community as well, Bill was your confidant as well. It was you guys’s little secret before coming out of the closet.

Needless to say, when Bill got the confirmation that he would be attending “Starsearch” he jumped right into your arms. You were one of his biggest supporters and he wanted you to be there for him.

Bill might’ve not won the competition, but it opened a door for your little band.

[starlit-writer]

the kindest devil, pt. 2 - simon riley x fem!reader

This is your dead dove: do not eat warning. This second part deals with incredibly hard, graphic topics. tw: murder, familial violence, fauxcest, gore, smut, implied sexual abuse from an authority figure, and just general dark themes. it is also worth noting that both Simon and reader are aged down (18 year olds in their last year of high school) THIS IS AN 18+ FIC. there is explicit sexual content in this part. please do not read if this will be harmful to your mental health. that is more important to me than anything else.

listen, the brain worms took over. this was supposed to be a quick little one-shot drabble but the brainworms demanded a sacrifice and it devolved into this. but seriously, do not read if dark themes are triggering to you or if you are not in the right headspace. unbeta'd, bc we die like phil real men. thanks for reading!

pt. 1 here

word count: 2149 masterlist ao3 link

The bullet was earth-shatteringly loud as it ricocheted off the wall and grazed Simon’s thigh. His yell of pain, of rage, that sounded in your ear felt like a nuclear bomb going off. As Simon rolled off of you, you sat up on your elbows, feeling dazed and confused. That’s when your gaze fell on Phil. His cheeks were ruddy and swollen, his eyes were unfocused, hazed over with alcohol. But, in his shaking hand, was a gun. Simon was standing in front of Phill now, his hand clutching at his thigh. You glanced down at the wound and watched as thick arterial blood poured out of Simon’s thigh, painting the light blue jeans he was wearing with the sticky redness. Simon’s breath came out in ragged puffs, his eyes narrowed and filled with rage - he looked like a bull, and Phil was waving the red flag.

“You two have always been fuckin’ disgusting. That’s why I started fuckin’ her, you know that, right? I started fucking her because I wanted her to grow up and be normal, not craving her brother's cock,” Phil spat out, glaring between you and Simon. Quickly, you glanced away, feeling nauseous at Phil’s words as heat coated your cheeks, the blush matching the blood blooming down Simon’s jeans. It didn’t matter how untrue you knew the words were, that you and Simon weren’t truly siblings, it didn’t matter in Phil’s eyes. In the eyes of society.

Before you could blink, let alone formulate a response, Simon was lunging at him. He knocked Phil to the ground, the mass of the two men hitting the ground enough to make the ground shake. Simon looked absolutely vicious as he started throwing punches. His eyes gleamed with a murderous rage that you had never seen before. It didn’t take long for the crack of a broken nose to sound through the room, blood pouring down Phil’s face. Phil’s reaction time was slowed from the alcohol flowing through his head, but you watched as he raised the butt of the gun, the matte black back strap of the gun catching in the light as he attempted to crack it down on Simon’s skull. Simon, with his ever-keen senses, felt the movement, and quickly knocked the gun out of Phil’s hands.

“Don’t you ever fuckin’ talk about her like that again! She never deserved what you did to her, and, for the record, neither did I!” Simon raged as his hands shoved at Phil’s chest. Tears were streaming down Simon’s face, droplets of grief mixed with rage to form a dizzying concoction of conflicting emotions, mixing with blood that had gotten smeared there. Who knew whose blood it was at this point.

But Simon’s words were little more than background static to you as you watched the gun spin to a halt in front of you. You could save Simon and yourself from the abuse - you could set the both of you free.

It took less than a second to make your decision.

You jumped off of the bed, but at this point neither of the men were paying attention to you. With shaking hands, you picked up the gun. You didn’t even say anything. You aimed the way that you had been taught, and you squeezed the trigger. As soon as the trigger was pulled, you looked away, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt the viscera of what was once Phil’s skull land on your skin.

What felt like hours passed, but logically, you knew it couldn’t have been more than seconds. Simon’s hands were still coated in gore as his hands grabbed onto yours, removing the gun gingerly from your shaking grasp. He dropped the gun on the ground and kicked it away before his hands came back up to your cheeks, forcing your gaze to meet his warm brown one.

All you could think about was the pieces of skull, brain matter, and blood coating his fingers as he touched you.

“I- I had to,” you whispered, your voice shaking as your eyes darted wildly between his, almost as if you were seeking forgiveness from a god.

“I know,” he replied simply, his fingers digging into your cheeks ever so slightly, desperately trying to keep you grounded. You were in shock, your body trembling under Simon’s touch. Your eyes were darting desperately between his. You felt untethered, your body going hot and cold and hot and cold and hot and cold in a nauseating cycle.

Simon sighed softly as he watched you start to disassociate. His hands slipped down from your cheeks, down your shoulders, your arms, until finally they came to rest on your hips, leaving streaky trails of blood and brain matter all over your body. He hauled you against him so that no space was left between you, and did the only thing that he could think of to keep you from going off the deep end, from completely getting lost in what you just did.

His lips met yours in a fury. It was all teeth and tongue, Simon licking desperately into your mouth in a vain attempt to distract you. When you didn’t melt into him like you normally did, a short growl left his throat as his hands dipped beneath his sweatshirt that covered your body, his blunt nails digging into the flesh covering your soft hips as he continued to kiss you.

“Baby, c’mon. Focus on me, love. Just on me,” he muttered between kisses, desperation coating his tone. It wasn’t until he bit your lip, your own blood bursting into your mouth as he bit just a little too hard that you gasped, your shaking arms coming up to wrap around his neck. Simon grins a little sadistically against your lips. “‘Atta girl, there’s my pretty angel, huh?”

You whimpered out an affirmative as Simon picked up and pressed you into the wall, the plaster sticky and bumpy from the gorey spray of the bulletwound. But, with Simon’s hands dipping beneath the waistband of your leggings as he pressed you into it, it was hard to focus on anything but the skipping drag of his bloodied fingers as they skated across your smooth skin.

He was still kissing you, as if his lips alone could absolve you of all of the sin you had just committed. His fingers dipped lower, lower, lower until the rough pad of his thumb swept over the tight bundle of nerves at the apex of your sex. Your back arched off the wall, the sweatshirt making a noise similar to tape ripping off of paper as it pulled against the quickly-drying scarlet and pink decorating the plaster. Simon smirked, bringing his face down to mouth at your neck. “That’s it, baby. I’ve got you. You’re okay. Just focus on me,” he whispered between kisses and bites.

Your nails dug into his shoulders, your head coming back to rest against the wall as his hands continued their warpath of distraction across your body. His thumb refused to let up against your clit, and between the adrenaline, the kisses on your neck, the whispered words of praise, and the perfect pressure against your sensitive bud, it wasn’t long before you were tumbling over the edge. You pushed at Simon weakly, trying to move him off of you as tears started to form in the corner of your eyes, but Simon shook his head. “No, no, love. You’re okay. No tears, no tears. Keep your eyes on me, pretty girl, and tell me what you need, yeah?” Simon mutters, bringing his hand up to your cheek and wiping a tear away, smearing bloody gore mixed with your fluid across your cheek.

Your mind was reeling, but Simon kept your focus entirely on him. Your entire existence boiled down to this exact moment, with Simon in front of you, your cunt still spasming from his ministrations, and all you could reply with was: “you. I need- I need you. Please, please, Si. Let me have you.”

So, Simon did. With a devilish smirk, he pressed one knee against your core and kept one hand on your hip to keep you pinned in place, as his other hand tugged at his belt and the fly of his jeans. You heard the clink of the metal as he pulled his belt apart, the sharp grinding noise of his fly being opened quickly following it before he was pushing his boxers down just enough to free his cock. Then, his hands were quickly tugging down the waistband of your panties and leggings, pulling them down just enough to allow your cunt to meet the cool air.

You glanced down at him as he ran his own hand up and down his own length a few times. You watched as the unholy combination of blood, viscera, and your own slick mixed together around the head of his cock as he continued to jack himself off. Something was wrong with you. Something had to be wrong with you, because no normal or sane human being would have heat curling in their stomach at this sight. But you did.

You didn’t have long to think about the implications of this though, as Simon glanced up at you, that signature cocky smirk plastered on his plush lips as he leaned his hips forward, the head of his cock nudging against your clit. “So. Fuckin’. Perfect for me, angel. Such a good girl for me. Such a perfect cunt,” Simon praised as he ran the head of his cock up and down your slit a few times. This was one of his favorite parts about fucking you - watching your face contort as he teased you, the way the wanton moans fell obscenely and unabashedly from your lips.

Without warning, he pushed into your entrance, the head of his cock pressing against your pulsating walls. You were tight, the adrenaline ensuring that Simon would have to work to fuck you properly. He groaned and leaned his forehead onto your shoulder as your nails scratched down his back. You were babbling nonsense from above him, and he lifted his head slightly to seal his lips over yours. “Shhh, baby, shhh,” he crooned against your lips. “It’s okay, I got you. Relax for me, love. Go ahead, use those pretty little fingers to circle that perfect clit for me, huh? Help me fuck you, baby.”

It was all you could do to obey. Your fingers skated down the blood and gore that covered your body from the wall and Simon’s touch until they reached your aching clit, and you did exactly as he asked. You moaned, the sound an obscene warmth that settled right over Simon’s ego, and he grinned against your lips. “There you go, angel. That’s it. Let me in that perfect fuckin’ pussy, huh?”

Simon quickly shifted your hips against the wall, pulling them further towards him for a better angle, and loud groan punched past his lips as he finally bottomed out.

But it wasn’t enough for you. Not right now, not after all of this. You didn’t have time for soft, for slow, for gentle. You needed Simon to make you forget.

“Simon,” you gasped out. “I need- I need you to move. Please, please, please, fuck me, baby, fuck me. Make me yours.”

A small gasp of surprise left Simon, but what was he supposed to do, deny you? So, he just nodded, and set a punishing pace, his heavy balls slapping your ass repeatedly, the force of his thrusts pushing you further up the wall.

“This what you needed, love? To get so fuckin’ cockdrunk off of me that you can forget everything, hmmm? I got you, angel, I’ll make you forget,” he growls out against the skin of your throat, his teeth catching on the delicate flesh.

It doesn’t take long before you are tumbling over the edge again, your fingers and his cock making you see stars for the briefest of moments before the adrenaline and taboo pleasure of falling apart on Simon’s cock caused you to fully black out, your twitching cunt still spread open over Simon’s cock.

You came to a few minutes (seconds? hours? days?) later, wrapped up in Simon’s arms. You blinked in confusion, not understanding why there was so much wetness all around you. It wasn’t until you felt Simon’s hands in your hair, massaging floral-scented bubbles into the strands that you realized what was happening. He had brought you into the shower to clean you off. You couldn’t bring yourself to look down at the drain, to watch the deep red of Phil and Simon’s blood circle the drain.

As Simon noticed that you had fully came to, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead with a muttered promise. I’m gonna take you far away from here.

[thegnomelord]

Congratulations again 🎊🎊🎊 Fully deserved <3

4 with Soap and Graves because I am a messy bitch who lives for drama!

Thanks! Finally finished with my exam so I can finally write aaand i overwrote again :Dd. Play the game HERE.

CW: SFW-ish, kissing, bruises, true GN reader, undertones of puppy play but nothing explicit. Graves and Soap being jealous hoes.

Graves nearly chips a tooth with how he clenches his jaw while he watches you and Johnny make out across the bar. The way Soap keeps your attention, the way he confidently grips your hips as he steals your ability to think and breathe never fails to make Grave's blood boil. It takes everything in him not to go to you when Soap slinks away, leaving you breathless and starstruck by the way he sways his hips.

"Yea look like yea want to devour 'em." Johnny mocks Graves like he's just won Olympic gold, saddling next to him. "Yea know you're out of league when yea height starts with a 5?" He throws a bulky arm over Grave's shoulders, bringing his face so close their noses almost touch. Phill can smell booze and you on Soap's breath.

"I'm not the one slobbering all over them like some mutt." Graves bites back and pushes Soap's arm off him. "Compensating for something there, lucky charms?"

Johnny's so drunk off you he doesn't rise to the provocation, "Oh, a dog ahm I?" He sticks his tongue out like he's ready to lick Phill's face to annoy him. "Want this Scottish mutt to bite yea then? Show yea who's the top dog 'round 'ere?"

Graves grabs him by the scruff, though he can't get the right grip to make Soap melt like you can, only earning a feral grin. "Do that, you're sleepin' in the crate doggy." Graves warns and it's impossible to tell if he wants to fight Soap or kiss him. Hell, Graves has half a mind to get Soap in trouble so he can have your attention squarely on him for a lil' while.

The sound of your laughter gains their attention, their heads swiveling just in time to see some man chatting you up. You laugh along to some joke, not noticing when the stranger places a hand on your back that wanders too close to your ass for both of their comforts. They share a look like they're prepared to go to war; Graves gives a little head motion towards you.

You yelp when their bodies settle next to yours only to relax when their colognes register in your brain, but you don't notice how they push back the guy you'd been talking to with their shared bulk. "Oh, hey guys." You're a little confused when Johnny wraps a hand around your hip, Grave's hand slinking into the back pocket of your pants. "What are you-"

Johnny cuts you off with a sharp tug on your hip. "We'll borrow this for a bit."

Your questions fall on deaf ears as they corral you into a hallway, hands on your shoulders and hips until your back's flush with the wall. "What's gotten into you two?" You manage to ask, an undignified sound leaving your lips as their bodies pin you further to the wall, someone's knee digging into your groin.

"Shush Bonnie." Soap purrs and seals his burning lips over yours, immediately pushing his tongue inside your mouth like he's trying to steal your breath. You grasp his front instinctively, jumping when you feel teeth scrape against your throat; Graves isn't idle, tucking his body into your side so his head is in the perfect height to bite down on your neck, teeth worrying bruises into his side of your neck until there's a dark backdrop of hickeys to make the indents of his teeth more obvious.

Graves grips your hair and pulls your mouth off Soap's, not even acknowledging the Scott's quiet 'hey!'. "Just makin' a statement, darlin'." Phill bites your bottom lip as Soap buries his face into the other side of your neck, the taste of whiskey on Grave's tongue distracting you from the sharp pain of Johnny biting you.

Your thoughts melt away after just a few kisses, barely able to breathe as they make a competition out of pulling needy sounds out of your throat, one always kissing you while the other sucks hickeys into your skin. Graves chuckles as he tugs your the collar of your shirt down enough to dig his teeth into your shoulder, Soap quick to follow after him.

You don't notice when the man you'd been talking comes looking for you, but Johnny does. He gives a smug smirk and tugs on your hair to raise your head. Your unfocused eyes and disheveled appearance is only secondary to the way the lights overhead darken the canvass of bitemarks and bruises they've made across your skin, making you look like you've been mauled by hyenas.

The soft little sound you make when Graves purposely sucks on a bruise has the man scampering away with an obvious tent in his pants, and your men are sure to reward you with wet kisses for unknowingly proving who you belong to...

[noel-fielding-web-page]

How do you think? After changing channel will Never Mind The Buzzcocks stop using "sutin" joke?

This joke is eternal classic! Who would thought that a banal troll could make a whole part in history of the show :) Adam Buxton could be amazing host

Talking about sutin it's impossible to ignore this moment:

Also, I have noticed that someone mentioned it in urban dictionary:

Sutin

Slang for something. In 2011 it was recently made famous on a British TV show called "Never Mind the Buzzcocks" in the next lines round.

"DIS GUY MUST BE A ALIEN OR SUTIN"

I think that if the joke was really great since first time, then it will be great forever :)

[soaps-mohawk]

Phill needs to be strapped to a chair. They need to duct tape a glass jar to him with a couple of rats inside. Then blow torch the jar so the rats don’t have any other option than to chew there way out threw him.

The way you write him makes me hate him so much. That’s just because you’re a good writer and you can manipulate (is that even right?) my emotions to feel that way. Your Phil is so disgusting and vile. I hate him so much. I am so glad that it’s not this reality for ‘mega. I could never imagine reading a story like that.

‘Mega never having the freedoms that she has with the 141. You know what I mean by freedoms right? ‘Mega would never get to choose under Phil’s rule. He would shut that crap down as soon as possible and I can’t bear to think what he would do. He would be the type of person to have that fakeness to him. Pretending to smile while deep down he’s threatening you.

It’s more scary when someone does that. Having that undertone to something that they said in a what you assume is a friendly matter. Ugh no thanks. My autism radar would be off the charts.

I don’t know if I read this correctly in the main fic but I’m assuming they think graves is dead?? Like in the reboot series when soap blew up the tank. I’m going to just go with that because I’m pretty sure it wasn’t explicitly said he was dead. I know Shepard is still alive in your fic. Are you going to have John kill him like in MW3?? That would be badass. Finally getting his revenge for hurting ‘mega (instead of getting revenge for everything and soaps death. Rip soap).

This is getting really long.

Anyways how are you? I hope everything is going alright. Just posted my second short story on tumblr ☺️

He deserves that kind of torture in this fic honestly. He is not a good person anyway but he's extra just...icky in this one. I can't not see him that way so...very sorry to the Graves lovers out there. I just can't see him as anything but a yeehaw Texas republican man.

I don't think Graves would be a bad alpha per se, but it would feel a lot like a kind of trad wife situation (which it is). 'Mega is there to keep the image of a perfect house and life and family and have kids and take care of them and the house and the chores. Zero agency, zero choice in anything. Not necessarily abusive, but constantly reminding others of where they stand beneath him in that silent, threatening way.

As far as Graves in the fic....

It's been a lifetime since I've used this gif I've missed it 😂

I'm doing alright, all things considered. Busy busy busy, but busy is good. Makes time go by faster.

[k-star-holic]

Lee Joon-hyuk Celebrates 'The Roundup: No Way Out' With 5 Million Dollars

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[hanaaishi]

Thank you so much for the tag, @iceandfields!

@attaboylew @kurlyteuvo @callsign-denmark @mp0625

Last Song: "Khmer: The Atomic Era" by Geoff Knorr & Phill Boucher

Favorite Color: Baby Pink

Last Book: Fairytale by Stephen King

Last Movie: Madea's Big Happy Family

Last TV Show: Bar Rescue

Sweet, Spicy, or Savory: Sweet and Spicy

Relationship Status: Single

Last Thing I Googled: Jewish Donuts

Current Obsession: Civilization VI

Looking Forward To: Civilization VII

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

For the love of Freedom

Inspired by this post by @iris-honey-bee

So, I still have so many WIPs but there is a need for this man and I'm willing to Phill it.

Masterlist

Contains: Fluff, oral sex (m receiving), fingering, P in V.

1.3k words

Phillip has some very special plans for the 4th of July.

The wind blowing through Phillip's ranch was a welcome relief to the sweltering Texas heat. He had been tight lipped the whole week about his Fourth of July plans, telling you it was a surprise with his signature dip ladden smirk. The lunchtime barbeque was pretty standard, burgers and hot dogs and fries and those silly little sparklers that inevitably got one drunk shadow fingers burned.

The ranch cleared out after the firework shadow company put on for its families finished, leaving no one but you, Phillip and a few passed out drunk shadows.

He came to help you clean up after putting the last of his men to bed. Coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you washed the last of the dishes. "The kids are alseep."

You sighed. "Ah, yes, our six grown up drunk children. If we don't have enough bacon in the morning you're going out to get it."

He chuckled. "There's plenty." He rested his head on your shoulder and pulled you closer. "I'll finish up here. Why don't you sit for a bit then meet me by the truck in twenty."

You twisted your head and kissed him. "Okay. I love you."

He flashed you a grin. "I love you too Darlin'."

Twenty minutes later, he was opening the passenger side door, and then you were moving leisurely through the fields until he stopped the truck at the edge of his expansive property. He opened your door and helped you out, leading you to the truck bed. He had really gone all out, putting the fancy cool top camping mattress in the back of the truck along with blankets and pillows and a small cooler in the corner.

He helped you into the back and patted the spot next to him, smiling as you settled in. "What's all this for?"

"You put in so much work the last few days, I wanted to thank you." He reached over and opened the cooler, presenting you with two glasses in one hand and a bottle of champagne in the other. "There's choclate coverd strawberries in there too."

The pop of the champagne bottle cracked through the air and he pressed a kiss to your cheek as he poured you a glass. "There's more."

"What else could you possibly do?" He was grinning, the fine crow's feet at the corners of his eyes wrinkling while his blue eyes sparkled and he held up a small controller with a red button in the middle. "No?"

He nodded. "Yep, I picked every single one out myself then watched the bomb tec set them up." He let you take another sip of bubbles before taking the glass from you and you laid back to look at the sky. He took your hand, linking his fingers in yours and with the press of a button, the sky lit up. He had picked all your favourite colours, each bang giving way to another intricate pattern.

It slowed before finally stopping, and he let go of your hand to take your chin between his thumb and forefinger and turn you towards him. "Did you enjoy that?" He smiled against your lips as you kissed him. "I'll take that as a yes?"

You nodded. "Yes, and I'd like to thank you."

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh Darlin', you can thank me all you like."

You rolled on top of him and straddled his hips as you unbuttoned his shirt. He pushed himself up, helping you peel it off his ample shoulders before your lips landed on his chest. He gathered your hair into his hand, smiling down at you as you reached his belt. "I want to be able to see that pretty face and I can't see it through all your pretty hair."

His hand was gentle as you undid his belt and he sighed with relief when you yanked his boxers down and his cock sprang free. Your eyes flitted to his, his pupils had all but overwhelmed all the pretty blueness and there was an expectation on his face that your breath catch. You lowered your head and he let out a grunt as you opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around the tip of his leaking cock.

He did his best not to buck his hips, but the sight of you slowly sliding him into your mouth was so pornographic that he couldn't help it. He pushed himself up on his elbow for a better view as you took him down as far as you could go and wrapped your hand around what your mouth couldn't reach. He took full advantage of his ability to control your head, rocking his hips into your mouth as he held you still, stopping just before he triggered your gag reflex.

"Fuck, ah fucking hell, you're so fucking good at that." His voice was tight, and his face was screwed in a mix of pleasure and desperation as he watched his cock disappear into your mouth. He pulled you off him and yanked you upwards, ripping your pretty dress right down the middle as he kicked his jeans and boxers off his legs.

He threw the ruined fabric to the side and ran his hand up your leg, pushing your underpants away before running his rough fingers through your folds. "Is all this for me?" You nodded, barely able to eke out a gasp when his thumb found your clit, and he slid his fingers inside you to stroke your G-spot. "And just from sucking my dick, I am one lucky man."

His eyes were stuck on his hand, his ego growing ever bigger at the way you were squeezing him. You rocked your hips and his forearm flexed as he fucked his fingers in and out of you. You braced yourself on his chest, your nails sending little stinging zips as they dug into his flesh. You used one hand to remove your bra and his free hand reached up to grab a handful of your breast, his fingers rolling and pinching your nipples as your head fell back.

The faint leash he had on his control snapped, and he pulled his hand away, dragged your soaked underwear off before gripping your hips and dragging you up and down his cock. He was like a man crazed as he held your hip so tight in one hand that you could feel the growing bruises, using the other hand to grab his cock so you could slide down.

He bottomed out, hitting the very end of you as his back stiffened like a ramrod. He didn't give you the chance to set the pace, with one considering look to make sure you were okay, he held you tight while he thrust up into you. You had to put all your energy into moving with him, your whole body growing ridged as he relentlessly dragged his cock against your G-spot. The sound that came from your mouth when his fingers landed on your clit was almost inhuman, halfway between a scream and a whimper as he moved in tight circles.

With one last thrust, the whole world imploded, and your vision flashed white as you came. The world spun as Phillip rolled you onto your back, and he all but bent you in half as he chased his own bliss. "Fucken hell Darlin', your pussy's better than freedom." He kept going, there didn't seem to be a thing on earth that matched up to you, and finally, with one last thrust, you felt him pulse inside you as his heaving body collapsed onto you.

You ran your hands through his damp hair and he sighed as he pushed himself up on his forearms. "You good Doll, I wasn't too rough with you?"

You shook your head. "No, that was perfect."

He rolled off you and flopped down. "Good." He turned to his side, costing you to do the same with a hand on your cheek. "I meant what I said before, I'm real grateful for all your hard work and I love you so fucking much."

You smiled and rubbed his nose with yours. "I love you too."

Fin

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