#a tour stop however 👀

[plathfiles]

Oooo for the Felix drabbles could you do something along the lines like it’s the readers and Felix’s first time together?👀

omg this is so sweet! sorry it’s so late, i got carried away <3

i hope you enjoy it xx

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pairing: felix catton x fem!reader

warnings: smut! minors dni 💋 — loss of virginity, use of y/n, language, tooth rotting fluff, p in v sex, unprotected sex, praise kink, innocence kink.

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Felix and you had been dating the last weeks of school. For the summer, he’d invited you over to his house. At first it felt like an imposition and too soon to see his family. But as charming as Felix was, he convinced you.

So here you were taking a tour of Saltburn, Felix showing you his home. “This is my room,” he said walking into a lavish room with books and papers everywhere.

“Through here is the bathroom and your room is right next door,” he smiled, walking into an empty guest bedroom.

Felix’s house was a bit overwhelming and you sat down on the bed. “This is wonderful Felix, thank you,” you smiled at him.

He sat down next you to and placed a hand on your knee. You blushed turning your head to face his. Felix admired your beautiful face, looking down to your lips and then into your eyes.

“I’ve set out a dress for you, for dinner tonight. I forgot to mention that we dress for dinner,” Felix informed you.

“It’s okay, it sounds like fun,” you said. Felix smiled softly, moving his face closer to yours. You placed a kiss on his lips, savoring his touch.

Felix kissed you back, a hand moving to your jaw softly. “I know, I know we haven’t yet. But I’d like to, if you want to,” he said softly, a look of yearning in his eyes.

When Felix first got involved with you, he knew you were innocent and a virgin. It’s what drew you to him. But whenever things got heated, he couldn’t bring himself to corrupt you just yet.

You nodded, your face incredibly close to his. “I want to. But maybe we should wait…until tonight?” You said. You felt inexperienced and vulnerable, especially under Felix’s touch.

He winked at you, pulling away. “We’ll see darling. Can’t wait to see you all dressed up.” Felix said, then exiting the room.

You felt all fuzzy inside and your stomach felt heavy. You pushed your thighs together.

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Later that night, you were dressed in a long black silhouette dress. You put up your hair in a messy bun and put on light makeup. Walking down to the dining room, you weren’t expecting to see Felix at the end of the hall.

“Hello,” you smiled innocently at him. Felix was dressed in a black suit and tie. He looked as handsome as ever.

When he saw you however, all he wanted to do was rip your dress right off you. Felix’s breath caught in his throat, you were beautiful.

“You look…amazing,” Felix said, blushing softly. He wrapped a hand around your waist lightly, to guide you to the dining room.

You sat down at the table, Elsbeth complimenting your dress. She sat you right next to Felix and he wouldn’t stop teasing you throughout dinner.

During the main course, his hand was on your thigh. His thumb rubbing soft circles. It made your stomach jolt and you could feel something fuzzy between your legs. You clenched around nothing.

Felix couldn’t have eaten fast enough, he wanted to finish dinner, take you upstairs and have you all to himself. You were looking so innocent in your dress it made him hard.

Finally dinner ended and Felix excused you both, saying you were tired after your long trip.

You walked up the stairs with him and in hushed tones you turned to him. “Felix, that was rude. We should have stayed,” you said, a small laugh escaping your lips.

He grabbed your waist softly and pinned you up against a bookcase. Looking down at you with his charismatic grin. “I can’t help it. I need you,” Felix said, almost close to a whine.

“You need me?” You asked softly, bucking your hips into his already visible erection.

Felix groaned, his head falling to your neck. “Yes, let me destroy you and make you mine, please.”

You nodded, a small and quiet “yes” echoing through Felix’s ears.

With one swoop, Felix lifted you up. You laughed a little too loudly and covered your mouth.

“It’s alright, darling. No one can hear us from this side of the house. You’ll be able to be as loud as you want,” Felix said playfully, sloppily kissing your cheeks and neck.

He carried you into his room and gently placed you down on the bed.

“Are you sure?” Felix asked, wanting to have your full and verbal consent before corrupting your innocence

“Yes, I’m sure,” you said, knowing in your heart that you wanted Felix badly.

He nodded, hovering over you and sliding a hand down your side. “I’m going to rip this dress off you,” Felix said.

You giggled, “But you’ll destroy it and I’ll have nothing to wear for dinner.”

“I’ll buy you a hundred dresses then, even more than that if you need,” Felix said, loving the thought of spoiling you.

You playfully rolled your eyes and connected your lips with his. Your arms grabbing his shoulders and pulling him on top of you. Felix sunk into your touch and melted. His hands tugged at the delicate fabric of the dress.

Felix broke the kiss and began to plant kisses down your neck, to your collarbone and then to your now unclothed breast.

Your nipples hardened under the chill in the room. A moan escaped your lips at Felix’s touch.

“Yes, darling. Make those pretty noises,” he praised and encouraged.

Soon your dress was off and most of Felix’s suit was on the side of his bed. He was laying on top of you, needing your left breast with one hand and moving his other hand to your panties.

“Felix, don’t tease,” you said, your arousal already getting the best of you. Felix hummed, slowly removing your panties and placing a finger through your wet folds.

“Such a good girl for me, already wet for me,” he praised. “You’re so innocent, bet you’ve never been touched like this,” Felix said.

You moaned under his touch, melting like butter on a hot pan. He moved his thumb to your clit, rubbing in slow circles. The knot in your stomach was tightening.

“I’m not going to have you cum yet, alright. I need to get you ready for my cock first,” Felix said, removing his thumb from your clit. The lewd words making you more aroused.

Felix gently slipped a finger into your heat, moving it in and out slowly. He then added a second finger stretching you out some more.

You moaned and after a minute he knew you were ready. Felix maneuvered you closer to him, ready to use you like his favorite toy.

“Ya ready love?” He asked, removing his boxers and his cock sprung free.

“Yes, please I need you inside me,” you begged, clenching around nothing.

Felix smirked, running a hand down your thigh. “It’s going to hurt for one second and then it will feel amazing, I promise,” Felix cooed, looking deep into your eyes.

You nodded, as Felix fit himself into your entrance. A groan fell from his lips and he stayed there. You clenched around him and grabbed his shoulders, waiting for the pain of your virginity to disappear.

“That’s my good girl,” Felix praised, beginning to slowly move in and out of you.

You both were a pile of pants and moans, feeling eachother and moving as one. Felix was soft and rough, your hands stayed on his chest.

The knot in your stomach tightened and you couldn’t hold in it any longer. “Felix, I’m gonna cum, I can’t—,” you moaned, eyes shutting in pleasure.

“That’s okay, lovely. Let go, cum for me,” Felix whimpered, getting close to his orgasm aswell.

You came, bucking your hips into Felix as you rode out your high.

Not long after Felix came, groans falling from his lips and into your eardrums.

It was so surreal and your sweaty body was tired. Felix collapsed next you and pulled your body into his. You were exhausted, the pain and pleasure overstimulating you. You fell asleep in Felix’s arms.

When you awoke, sun was streaming through the window. Felix and you hadn’t moved throughout the night. He was asleep beside you, your naked body covered by the softest sheets you’ve ever felt.

You mildly stretched, not wanting to wake the angel beside you. But it was no use, Felix’s eyes fluttered open and a soft grin appeared on his face when he saw you.

“Hello,” Felix giggled softly, nudging his head into your neck.

“Hi,” you replied, turning your sore body towards him.

“You’re glowing,” He said, looking down at your lips and then to your eyes. Felix leaned into kiss you and you felt like you were in heaven.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

I'm too brainrotted to give a proper request, but need me some protective Vessel... the guy is so tall, he could just loom over his girl's shoulder... 👀🖤

Love your writing btw!!

Thank you for being patient with me!!

The moon and the sun

He had been like that since day one. A shy. For the most part quiet. Extremely tall guy. You met through mutual friends and for almost six months of you both dating you had no clue about Vess being in a band. The comments you had made about his voice suddenly made even more sense than before. Because of your flexible schedule, you had a chance to travel with him, and everyone could see the difference it made.

Vessel always had a habit of sneaking up on people out of nowhere. You would be making breakfast, folding laundry, undoing the dishwasher and suddenly you would just feel the presence of someone behind you. Warm palms sliding over the curves of your hips. You had been a victim of his quiet steps more than you would love to admit. Some of it resulting in you bumping into things or accidentally hitting your boyfriend.

Now however it had become a sixth sense. Even if Vess refused to believe you, you were ready to die on the hill thar the whole atmosphere changed when he stepped into the room. A slight smile spreads across your face when you feel his warmth before his fingers reach for you. You let yourself lean into him. Welcoming the familiar feeling of him. Forgetting the dishes you had just been cleaning in the tour buss, while the boys rehearsed. A warm meal already filling the cold space with a sense of home.

“You don’t need to do this”, he muttered, bending slightly to leave a kiss on your neck. Long arms wrapping in crisscross over your chest. “Yeah, but I like taking care of you all”, you mussed, tilting your head fully up so you could see Vess better. “And it makes you less stressed”, you pointed out, brushing your fingers over his arms, “So, it’s extra important to me”.

Vessel doesn’t say anything in return. Choosing to rest his chin on top of your head. You throw the tea towel aimlessly before twirling it in his arms so you can cuddle into his chest. “I probably smell, we just finished a session”, Vess tried pulling back but you only wrapped yourself tighter around him. “When has that ever stopped me from hugging you?”, you muttered, lifting your head to meet his eyes.

“I like how you need to look up”, he smiled lazily, “Wait, do I have a double chin?”, Vess reached up to touch his neck making you snicker. “You do not, I love knowing that you have height privileges, makes me feel safer”, you shrugged. “But isn’t a sun higher than the moon?”, Vess tilted his head to the side, slowly zoning out. “Am I the sun and you’re the moon?”, smiling at him you couldn’t help but sigh in contentment, “That’s cute, bub”, “I need to go write that down”, Vess leaned in, pressing a rushed kiss to your lips, “Could be a fucking lyric”, he huffed, nearly bumping into the side of the counter as he rushed towards the bedroom you two shared.

[keelt9]

OP-1

Masterlist

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Y/N POV: Ep 1

“You lost?” Lando asked Oscar as he entered the living room with a strange redness on his face.

It supposed they just give a small tour around the house to stretch their numb legs due the hours of flying and drive to get here. 

It’s one of the multiple sponsors they have, but for some reason the team is particularly meticulous with them, to the point it was, without saying the word, an order they must go too.

However Oscar keeps walking away as he feels the soft breeze on his face, by the time he stops hearing the mumbles of people he turns around and the only thing he saw was long lines of cocoa trees. 

Now, he thinks carefully, it's such a stupid decision to try to find a way out with GPS, of course he can see the house in the middle of a green area. So he started to walk up the small hill hoping he could see something on the top of it.

By the time he raises his eyes, he finds the face of a big horse in front of him, cause him a good scare. Followed, a girl appears grabbing the horse by the neck taking a step back, asking if he’s lost.

But even for her it seems hard to find a way to go back, and probably she couldn't move because she’s working for the way she dresses. However a guy gladly acceded to guide him back to the house, not before they saw 7 horses coming out from a huge wood door.

Different colors and sizes but the predominant ones are white colors, his eyes stuck on them for the way their fur shines and how people move next to them so comfortable.

Like what he is, a strange person, a big black horse, probably around 1.71 gone crazy for the way the other horse stands in front of him, Oscar starts to freak out by the way he starts to pull his small rein, at the moment the black horse ran to him crashing softly heads, it seem recover a small piece of calm.

What calls for his attention is the name of the two girls refresh to him, “Azabache”

“Azabache?” Oscar couldn’t avoid asking before following the other man. “It's a curious name for a horse.”

“It’s latin.” The man, called Bill, said as she came out closing the white fence, her eyes stuck to her feets.

Oscar simply couldn't take his eyes off her. “It’s a mineral, a black mineral, it said the royalty used like a precious stone.” By the time she takes her gloves off she’s looking at him. “And others said it’s mineral for protection.”

“I’ll keep the first one.” It came from him naturally with a smile on his face, kind of ingenious comment for the way she smirks and nods

“Yeah, me too.” 

Their conversation got interrupted for a small girl so excited for riding one of those massive horses, is enough to make her laugh; still what caught his attention as she leaves is the way she walks in big steps, scared of running?

“Let’s go, this way.” Oscar nods, taking a last glimpse of the girl grabbing the little kid's hand as she smiles. 

Oscar is guiding along huge stables all in dark brown colors, a soft illumination and outside of each door, the equipment a horse could need.

“You haven’t seen one that close, huh?” Bill asked him as they could see the big house not too far away.

“Am, not, only in pictures.” Oscar said marvelous for the small shortcut.

Finally Bill opens another big door that lets you see a small path that takes you to the house. 

“Well, you met the youngest.” Oscar didn’t have to wait for a clarification. “Azabache.”

He nods. “Follow that path and you will reach the back of the house, enter through the kitchen, take the big hallway and you will find the living room, I bet your people are there.” 

This time Oscar didn’t have time to thank him because by the time he turns around, Bill is walking the same path.

That’s how he found Lando sitting in the living room observing the big painting on the wall, a brown horse with a white ribbon stuck to the bridle, and what you can barely see a hand with black gloves patting the neck.

“Just a little bit.” He sits next to Lando. “If you stand in front of them, they're huge, believe me.” 

Lando giggles. “How do you know that?” He rolls his eyes seeing Oscar whose eyes seem too bright.

“I met one, from this close.” He pointed to Lando then to him.

With the memory of Azabache, the face of the girl with her soft smile set a spark on his heart.

Is that crazy?

[joocomics]

the post concert sex headcanons are driving me mad tbh and it triggered another thought in me : 🌈 reunion sex after tour 🌈

i think it would be the perfect occasion for junhan to dom and for jiseok to sub 👀

eli is talking about these post concert sex headcanons right here ~ ok you are SO right about that 🤤

jiseok would be so eager to feel you as close as possible the moment he lays his eyes on you. he’d crash his lips into yours without stopping his overexcited mumbling (how much he missed you, how bad he needs you right now, how he almost went crazy without you and your touch…), simultaneously roaming his hands all over your body, because he’d want to make up for every single minute they were away from your skin. until they are… not, because he’d drop back on the bed silently allowing you to take charge. he’d be too desperate in such moment, too needy and too in love. he’d be too caught up in his own emotions to think straight or try to perform any dominance, so the only thing you’d receive from him is desperate moaning, his raspy voice begging for more and insane erotic eye contact that you’d never had with him before till this moment as you ride him. reunion sex would give him the most ecstatic and intense orgasm of his life… (the question is would he admit how much he liked being submissive the next day though? hmm)

junhan would probably realise that he unlocked a new side of him after everything is over, because he’d be so lost in the moment when it’s all happening. the fact he has you in his arms again would awake such strong desire in him that he’d just suddenly give in and act on it without knowing. which would be nice, because sometimes he can overthink things, and wait for you to make a move. but not in this case - he’d put you on top of the nearest surface while kissing you hard like never before. every next touch of his would be more intense and demanding than the previous one, making you move and bend however he wants. he’d push himself into you without the usual slow pumps and without the usual peck on the lips that he always gives you, and it would feel so good, new and exciting, especially when he pulls you by the hair to arch your back and his one hand goes in front of your throat as you hold yourself against the counter…

[babygirl-riley]

Change of Plans Pt 2

You have been with Shadow Company for a couple of months. When you get orders to help with Los Varqueros and 141.

A/N: Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I got very sick with some cold flu thingggg. But here is the 2nd part of Change of Plans. 👀

Taglist:

@glitteryeggalmondherring @notyourlittlesunshine

“Swtichin’ the positions for you. Cookin’ in the kitchen and I’m in the bedroom.”

Warnings: talks of violance, not too bad of angst, fluff, smut, reuniting sex, quick sex, PiV, swearing, soft!simon, former141!reader, shadow!reader

Pt. I Pt.III

simon x reader guide

simon x reader fluff/angst

You anxiously waited on the plane as you landed on Alejandro’s base. When you heard his voice, your body reacted immediately. Your heart fluttered and your pussy clenched. You haven’t seen him in months, you haven’t seen your old team in months. “Remember this is business first. After that, you can say ya hellos.” Graves said smiling at you.

He knew that with your former team, you were all close. So once he told you that they were working along side 141, he saw the gleam in your eyes. “Yes sir.” You said smiling at him as you felt the air craft land.

Graves patted your shoulder as the doors opened. Your heart pounding in your chest as you followed him out. “I have to meet them where they have Hassan,” You frowned as you walked next to him. Graves turned to you. “Don’t worry kiddo they will be back here soon. Just stay with the men and get them acquainted with Alejandro’s men,” You nodded stopping in your tracks he kept walking before he stopped and turned to you. “Also make sure we get a tour of the base.”

“Yes sir.” You said as you watched him walk towards a humvee.

Disappointment surrounded your chest to your mind. You were excited to see all of them, especially Simon. You have been thinking about where he has been, if he was alright. All the 9 yards of missing someone you love. You inhaled as one of your team mates came behind you asking for instructions. “Hello Lieutenant,” You turned to face one of Alejandro’s men. “My name is Rudy, Alejandro wanted me to come back to see if there is anything I can do.”

You smiled and reached your hand out. “Just call me y/n. I am hoping we won’t be here long enough to be too comfortable Rudy.”

He smiled in response. “As would I hope as well,” He paused and gestured out towards the base. “Come on let me show you around.”

Rudy was a nice solider, he was respectful and kind. He talked highly on his Commander and his troops. He would smile and crack some jokes around that made you even laugh at times. You really enjoyed him, seemed like he would be someone you would get along with. He made sure there was a barrack that your men would sleep in however, you and Graves had separate rooms. He stated that the higher ranking officers have their own space.

It took a couple of hours to tour the whole base which eventually turned dark. You thanked Rudy as you excused yourself to bark more orders to the men. Have some routine going, making sure that they had rest and tasks to do. You rolled your shoulders as you watched your men move from one end to another, helping Alejandro’s men with tasks.

“Sargent,” You yelled as one of your men’s head turned. “I am going to freshen up, I will be out here at 0400 keep the men in line!”

He nodded as he turned to another solider talking to him. You inhaled deeply as you walked back into the base. Walking past rooms and hallways, you were tired. Beat tired. Graves and Shepard have been on high alert for a while, reasoning? You didn’t know, it made you on high alert as well. More stressed and more duties that Graves made sure to give you. Making sure that all the men were properly accounted and trained.

You opened the door that was your temporary room. It had one bed and a dresser, it was a white room with no window. It did have a bathroom, when you looked inside it just had the sink, toilet, and shower. You thought it was a good place and happy as hell that you didn’t have to share showers. Your bag was already in the room as you started to unzip the bag.

You started to take your gear off placing them on the dresser, neatly. You have always been particular on how your gear was laid out. Due to your first Captain, snapping his men on how your equipment should be handled. You started to unbutton your pants until your door had a knock.

God damn it, the Sargent better not have fucked up something. He always had since you joined and it made your blood boil. You stomped to the door. “I swear to fucking god Olsen if you,” You opened it to lay eyes on a much bigger and taller man but what made him distinctive was the skull mask. You shut your mouth as your body relaxed. “Simon.” You whispered.

Simon stepped forward as you backed up silently accepting him into the room. He shut the door and locked it, he walked up to you and placed his hands on both sides of your face. “Fuck ya have no idea how much I missed ya,” He whispered placing his forehead against yours. You leaned into his hands. “I want to hear everythin’, how you been. However, I really needed you right now.”

Your heart fluttered as you places your arms around his neck. Tippy toeing to his ear. “I need you too Simon please.”

That’s all it took, his mask ripped off and thrown somewhere as he latched his lips on yours. It was a heated and neediness kiss, pent up months of not being around each other. Your skin burned of wanting to be touched by him. “Clothes off.” You mumbled in between kisses.

He smiled against your lips. “Get all promoted now makin’ you demanding love?” He asked as he kissed down your jaw to your neck. He started to lift his sweatshirt to take it off as you lift up your shirt. You both desperately ripped off your clothes just to feel each others skin. You moaned as he backed you up to the small bed. “Oh shut it Riley.” You teased, he chuckled lowly as he hovered over you kissing down your body.

You bite your lower lip as he sucked and bites your skin. You moaned as you rolled your hips up. “Si please, I just need your cock now.”

Simon chuckled as he crawled back up to you. “No foreplay doll?”

You shook your head, you placed your hand on his cheek. He leaned into it kissing your palm, his beautiful brown eyes looking at you. “No please Simon.”

Simon pulled his boxers off and gripped your panties. You lifted your hips up so they were easily pulled off. You both were so quick and needy, both of you not teasing each other about it. Simon wanted you so bad that it was driving him absolutely insane. All the frustration and anxiety of the situation with Hassan. Have both of you in a tense feeling, needing it to be released.

You watched as he pumped his cock, precum coming out of his tip. You will never forget how large he was, his length was average but his girth was what made him hard to fit in. Made it feel fucking better than your fingers. You licked your lips as he looked down at you. “Ya lookin’ at it likes it’s candy.” He teased as he leaned down, guiding his cock towards your entrance.

“It’s my personal can…” Before you could finish he pushed in, making you gasp. Simon groaned, feeling how tight you were. He looked down as he watched his cock being sucked more na more in. Your pussy fitting him like his cock was made there. God how you missed the stretch that he made with his cock. Love to watch his cock fit into so perfectly, like god made you just for him.

Your mouth was left agape as he kept pushing more in. “Relax babygirl I have-fuck…I have ya.” He whispered, as he felt you slowly taking him in, relaxing more and more until he settled near your cervix. “God you take me so well. So fucking beautiful. All fucking mine.”

You moaned feeling him settle more inside. You loved how it felt being so full and warm when he was inside you. You both sat there for a minute panting, taking in the moment. Simon placed his forehead against yours, looking in your eyes. You placed both of your hands on his cheeks rubbing your thumb up and down his cheek bone. “I missed you.” He whispered leaning down to kiss you.

You kissed him back, it was gentle and passionate. His tongue dancing with yours, you gasped as he pulled all the way out and snapped back into you. At first his hips movements were slow, taking his time, with hard thrusts. Making sure you were ready for the hard pace he was going to do. You mewled as you gripped his shoulders kissing him.

“You feel so good Si,” You whimpered hooking both of your legs around his waist. “Need-ah-I need you to go harder-faster please.”

Simon grunted as he started to pick up speed. Which made you gasp, Simon smirked and kissed down your neck. “God-‘ve missed the way you moan my name sweeathear’.”

He placed his forehead against yours as he rutted into you more. The room sounding obscene, both of your skin slapping against one another, moans and grunts filling the air. God you missed this, missed Simon. Missed being this close to him. Miss feeling his skin. His breath. You could feel your orgasm building up, Simon’s cock hitting the right sponge spot.

“Oh fuck.” You whined squeezing your eyes shut. Scratching your fingers down his tattooed arm. Gripping it at the end. You felt his thumb placed on your lips making your eyes open.

“Keep ya eyes on me,” He grunted sitting up more and gripping your hips. “I want to see you cum around my cock. Cum-Ugh…cum with me.”

You gasped loudly as you opened your eyes, his face contorting to pleasure. His lips parted as his grunts left his mouth. The sweat that built on his forehead. The sweat layering his body. You loved his scars, his toned body. Fuck, it made him look like a fucking god. You inhaled deeply as you let out a high pitch moan, your orgasm hitting you like a train. Your hand went to grab the back of his neck as your other hand went to your clit. Rubbing fast as the pace his cock going in and out of you.

Simon growled as he felt your pussy clench around his cock. Milking him for all his worth. His spine shot up with pleasure as he felt his balls empty into your pussy. Coating your walls with his seman, he thought of his cum traveling into you. Simon placed his head in the space between your shoulder and your side of your head. Groaning lowly, he twitched when you rubbed your fingers lightly up and down his back.

Simon was still inside you feeling his cock soften inside. “I missed you so much,” You whispered raking your fingers up through his dirty blonde hair. “Thought wasn’t going to see you for a while.”

Simon hummed lifting his head up to look at you. God he thought you were just an angel, the thin sweat layered against your skin, your beautiful eyes that he couldn’t stop staring at. It made him lost into it. Never did he think that he would feel empty without having someone near. Having you near. Simon thought the last time he saw you would be the last. At least for a long time. Yet you are here. With him.

“Same here love,” He whispered bringing up his hand to brush a strand of hair away. “I’m just happy to see ya here.”

You smiled as you kissed him softly. Feeling his soft lips against yours. He rolled off of you, still having his dick inside, and placed your head in his chest. Simon sighed as he played with your hair, soothing both of you to sleep.

[theflyingfeeling]

one day I'll stop writing the awful terrible morally questionable Olli/Allu infidelity AU 😭 ...not today however 👀

[set after the Nokia Arena show]

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It was wrong when they did it on the road, and Olli knew that. They both did, although they never talked about it; never once stopped to have that conversation in between all the sloppy handjobs and the nights secretly spent tangled up under the covers.

It was different, however, to do it somewhere in between Nowheresville and Onehorsetown in the tour bus at 2 am or in a hotel room in Bilbao, where it was easy to pretend they were in an entirely different time and place and universe, one in which they weren't going to Hell for what they got up to behind closed doors, if such as place as Hell even existed.

It did to Olli; it existed in the way Aleksi looked straight into his eyes while his girlfriend's lips were right by his ear, whispering something Olli never wanted to hear about. Then again, so did Heaven, in the way he was now pressed in between the cold bathroom wall tiles and Aleksi's hot body, mere minutes after Aleksi had whispered the girl something back and stood up, the glance he then shoot at Olli both an invitation and a warning.

In that little heaven of his, Aleksi's lips were salty from his sweat and sweet from the Pepsi he had been drinking, just the perfect combination to make Olli tighten his grip on Aleksi's shirt and pull him even closer.

"I saw you looking at me," he told Aleksi as his hands found their way under Aleksi's shirt. "During the show. When you thought I wouldn't notice."

"You wish." Aleksi's answer came out almost aggressively, emphasised by the fierce tugs on Olli's collar.

In some strange way, Olli adored it.

"You like the way my ass looks like in those trousers, huh?" He stole another kiss and let his tongue linger in between Aleksi's lips to see the fury glow in Aleksi's black-rimmed eyes.

"Fuck you," Aleksi growled. The hard cock grinding against Olli's thigh seemed to agree, although probably in a very different way than in which Aleksi meant for his words to be perceived. Olli's own was throbbing and just as hard inside his pants, and he rolled his hips to meet Aleksi's thrusts for some much-needed friction that lured a quiet moan from Olli's throat straight into Aleksi's mouth. Accompanying him, Aleksi let out small sighs every time Olli pushed his thigh against his bulge, the spiteful fuck you from his lips turning to nothing more but a dark twinkle in the corner of his eye by every lust-filled second that passed.

"Blow me," Olli growled back at him. Not that I'm opposed to letting you fuck me, he added in his mind, but because I just really, really, really need my cock in your mouth right now.

Aleksi kissed him even harder after that, with so much force that for a second Olli thought Aleksi was trying to push him through the wall, to the private lounge where all their parents and spouses were. Olli doubted even that would've been enough for him to stop Aleksi.

With quick fingers Aleksi unbuckled Olli's belt while mouthing and nuzzling his nose against Olli's stomach. Once the belt was off and the trousers unzipped, Aleksi kissed his way down Olli's happy trail to the elastic band of his boxers, wasting no time to pull them down.

Time, after all, was something they never really had, not in this world at least.

Just barely Olli managed to muffle his first moan on his palm when Aleksi took him in his mouth with no warning. His tongue immediately found its usual place on the underside of Olli's cock, and his wet lips wrapped around it tightly as if they were made to hold Olli's hardened length between them.

(Secretly Olli thought they were.)

As the first waves of shock had washed over and turned into familiar pleasure, Olli dared to remove the hand covering his mouth and buried his fingers in Aleksi's hair. He had offered to trim it for Aleksi just the other week, but Aleksi had refused, telling him he was still growing it out. When they were like this, with Aleksi on his knees and Olli's leaking erection in his mouth, Olli couldn't bring himself to argue against it. Perhaps that's exactly why Aleksi was so opposed to the idea; perhaps he liked it when Olli guided his movements on his cock by gripping his hair, or when Olli twirled the overgrown locks around his fingers as they lay in bed in a pitch black hotel room, the darkness and the looming guilt surrounding them.

And so he did now, gripping a handful of blonde hair with his left hand to keep Aleksi's head still as he thrusted in, gently although he knew Aleksi could take much more, while his right hand fondled the soft hair behind Aleksi's ear to let him know he was doing well.

(To let him know Olli loved him, even if it wasn't in his place to do so.)

Aleksi's warm mouth pleasured him tirelessly and skillfully, slowing down at the tip every now and then to kiss the head of Olli's throbbing member before diving down again until Olli could feel the cool metal of Aleksi's septum near the base of his cock, a sensation which drove Olli mad each time. In the meantime, Aleksi's fingernails were digging into Olli's bottocks, deep as if with an intention to cut through the skin.

(To let Olli know he loved him back, or so Olli wanted to believe anyway, even if he shouldn't have.)

Olli knew he wouldn't have to announce his nearing climax. Aleksi could tell when he was about to come anyway; Aleksi wouldn't mind taking his load, the thought of which Olli tried to push away from his mind for as long as he could or else he'd fill Aleksi's mouth in a heartbeat. What Olli didn't know was how Aleksi did it, often anticipating Olli's orgasm way ahead of him, began loosening his grip and instead massaging his bottocks or his balls, sometimes even his belly if they weren't in an awful hurry. It wasn't one of those times now, OIlli was well aware of that, yet he still hoped Aleksi would have slid his palms to his abdomen and stroked him there, teased his happy trail or caressed his hipbone and made Olli melt in his hands until he couldn't hold the moans in anymore.

It wasn't one of those nights now, despite the euphoria of the arena show, not with their loved ones just outside the door, not with how one of Aleksi's nails was sharp enough to make Olli bleed.

Olli didn't notice it until afterwards though, until after Aleksi had grabbed his twitching cock to keep it still as it painted Aleksi's lips and mouth and jaw white and he saw a smudge of red on Aleksi's finger. A moment later, before Olli could say anything, the finger disappeared inside Aleksi's own mouth and came out clean from both cum and blood.

While Olli was too stunned to speak, Aleksi stood up and started undoing his own trousers. His hands were visibly trembling, as if nervous of otherwise troubled – or maybe just frustrated, growing impatient to get his own release. Olli helped him out of his pants and took Aleksi's hot cock inside his fist, letting Aleksi start thrusting into it without exchanging a word, with no commands or pet-talk whatsoever. There was no time nor need for those kind of things anyway.

In a world of their own, Olli would have told Aleksi how well he had done. He would have kissed him deeply to taste himself on Aleksi's tongue; groaned his pleasure into Aleksi's mouth and neck and ear and everywhere; took his time touching Aleksi in the way he knew Aleksi loved to be touched so that he'd get to see the Aleksi no one else in the world ever got to see.

The Aleksi that was vulnerable, behind all that confidence he wore.

Defenceless, with all his walls down.

Tender, soft, trembling in Olli's hands; lost, a little broken with how his eyes sometimes watered when Olli touched him.

Heavenly. Hallowed.

His.

The Aleksi Olli was now holding was a different one, driven by his lust and the addicting thrill of being caught, Olli assumed. Olli loved him just the same.

The short, sharp puffs of air into Olli's ear were the soundtrack of Aleksi spilling into Olli's fist. Patiently Olli waited for Aleksi to collect himself, hoping but not expecting one last kiss before they'd return to their families. At last Aleksi lifted his chin from Olli's shoulder and silently tucked himself back inside his pants before leaving a half-kiss in the corner of Olli's mouth without looking him up in the eyes. In the next moment he left the bathroom, with his hands and Olli's heart in his pockets.

When Olli returned to the lounge, minutes later so as to not raise suspicions, he found Aleksi mouth to mouth on the couch with his girlfriend. Olli wondered if she could taste what Aleksi had tasted just a moment ago.

"And where have you been?" Olli's girlfriend asked from the couch opposite Aleksi and his partner. Her tone was more curious than accusatory from having abandoned her.

"Just... over there."

It wasn't a lie. He could try and use that as an excuse to forgive himself one day.

She recounted something Olli's parents had talked about earlier. He couldn't take his eyes off Aleksi and his girlfriend, even though he would have rather looked everywhere else. It was like a thunderstorm; terrifying and world-shattering at worst, yet the sight haunted him and he couldn't look away.

Olli's eyes still followed them when they excused themselves and headed for the way out, so he saw how Aleksi slid his hand down her back and in the back pocket of her jeans. As his last blow straight to Olli's chest, Aleksi glanced over his shoulder just before they walked through the door. The look on Aleksi's face almost made Olli run after them.

What was unreadable to anyone else in the room was an open book to Olli, the story of the two of them written all over it, complete with the triumph of having stolen five minutes from the universe again to just be together and the tragedy of going back to the hotel holding someone else's hand.

"Love?"

Aleksi blinked at him a few times before turning away again, his hand still in her back pocket.

"Love?"

"Huh?" The familiar voice by his ear brought Olli back to his current reality.

"Should we just leave too? You seem tired."

Olli glanced at his watch. He forgot the time it read the second he spotted the single strand of blond hair that had gotten caught in the bracelet.

He hummed in agreement and they stood up.

He didn't bother removing the hair.

~*~

They caught up with Aleksi and his partner by the hotel elevators. Aleksi's hands were in his pockets again (Olli hated himself for having noticed it).

"The slowest thing in the world," Aleksi's girlfriend rolled her eyes, and the two women went on to giggle about nothing in particular. Olli's eyes were firmly on Aleksi, Aleksi's on the elevator light.

In the small space of the elevator, Aleksi could no longer avoid Olli's gaze. The look in his eyes was fatigued, regretful for whatever reason (Olli could easily name a dozen), blue but not just in the colour of his irises. It was then Olli had to look away himself, afraid that the weight on his chest might prevent the elevator from lifting the four of them to the 20th floor.

They had rooms next to each other; that was the least they both deserved for their sins. While Olli waited for her girlfriend to find the key card in her handbag, he watched as Aleksi guided his partner inside their room with a gentle hand at the small of her back, like the gentleman he was. That time Olli genuinely believed Aleksi didn't do it torment him; he was just naturally like that.

(Olli wouldn't torment himself more than that, however; he didn't want to know if Aleksi also covered her chest with kisses after sex, or if they ever had entire conversations with their eyes in the morning after. No matter how delusional he was being, Olli wanted to comfort himself with the thought that those were something Aleksi only did when they were together.)

It seemed she had been more tired than Olli after all, since not ten minutes after Olli had fingered her until her orgasm had made her whine out loud – loud enough for the next room to hear, Olli hoped – she was already breathing steadily beside him. For Olli, sleep was still a distant desire, as were most of his desires lately.

Or just one of them, to be more truthful. He had exactly one desire, and it was sleeping in the next room.

He checked the time on his iPhone and turned off the vibration. Not that he expected anything, of course.

After three o'clock, when Olli could finally hear Joonas' and Joel's voices move past their room and disappear down the hall, the screen of his iPhone lighted up.

'Are you awake?' the message read.

Olli responded with a single word.

'Is she still awake too?'

Another single-word answer.

'Meet me outside'

Aleksi was already waiting for him two floors above, in a secluded corner behind a large indoor plant. He was wearing grey pyjama pants and a leather jacket, his bare chest peeking from under it, as if he had been in a haste to leave with no time to look for a shirt.

Aleksi's skin was still warm from the heat it had collected under the duvet, or so Olli pictured in his mind. He left it at that, though; he wasn't in the mood to bully himself by picturing what else Aleksi might have done under the duvet.

The overgrown monstera plant offered only seeming privacy for their affair as they ground their bulges against each other until they reached their orgasms, almost knocking the plant over with their struggle to stay on their feet against the wall. Then, as suddenly as they had messed their pants, with the quietness of the hotel corridor around them, a sense of calmness surrounded them for the first time that day. Olli knew it wouldn't last for long, so he treasured the moment the best he could, resting his cheek on Aleksi's chest. Aleksi wrapped his arms around him, and Olli felt as he always did when Aleksi did so: calm and secure.

In those fleeting moments, Olli believed there was a way out for them from the mess they had created.

[brandogenius]

to mark the return of meposting again, take this small teaser of my new younger artist fic (part 3!!!!) with lucy coming tomorrow 👀 (not proofred. this has been in my drafts since april shhhhhh)

‼️RPF‼️

TEASER - lucy & younger artist - pride

9th june, 2024. the small reminder was pinned to the top of your notification tab on your phone. “LA PRIDE PARADE” you were going to your first pride.

a couple of months ago; you remember yourself sitting down at the familiar small coffee table on the tour bus. lucy sitting beside you, scrolling on her phone. you shared the thought that you never went to pride. having never got the opportunity to be able to go, nor having anyone to go with you / take you there. you often ended up staying at home, watching the tiktoks that surfaced your for you page. sadness filling your chest, wishing you were there

“what date is pride?” lucy’s voice piped up beside you, a curious tone as she checked her calendar, waiting for your response. “june 9th” you replied back, the link for the festival open on your tab in safari.

“we could go together if you want? i have nothing booked” you snapped your eyes over to lucy. you couldn’t stop the smile from creeping on your face. “really? i mean- i’d like that. no pressure of course-“

“nonsense. we’re free during that time anyway. it’s a week break before we go to europe for the rest of the tour. i know phoebe and julien aren’t free however, jules has something to do with tiny desk and phoebe planned a trip with bo. i can go with you? i’ve been wanting to go to one anyway.”lucy looked up from her phone, staring at you.

“we can go all out. i’m talking rainbow face paint, bracelets, pride flags as capes you know, it’s pride after all, a day to celebrate. let me mark it in my calendar” lucy rambled on, already preparing for the event. you nodded, listening to every word the older woman had to say, clicking onto your calendar app and making a new event. ‘LA PRIDE PARADE’

you couldn’t wait, and neither could lucy.

rest coming tomorrow 😏

[lloyd283]

Custom dead end episode 5: Hardly Acting

Here's episode 5. This one's for the dead end whovians. And logs fans.

Cast your mind back about three years before the events of the show (2017?). Logs is watching a new Dr Time episode (unless any of you have better parody names), when at the end an ad for their experience appears and because of being a fan, he asks his family to take him down there, kindly.

Once there, logs and his family are in the lobby waiting to pay for access. Here is where Lloyd appears: but in the timeline here, is currently a girl as of one-shot's ending, looking like an adapted custom teodora/ marcella mash up. Everyone's going on the tour, including Lloyd, handing logs a envelope of shipments regarding a section of the tour. Logs is confused but the group is called together to enter. Lloyd sneaks in as a tourist as currently is.

The tour begins, taking them on an adventure into the show as Dr Time needs your help stopping the Leader from causing monster mayhem. Lloyd's rolling his eyes as if he's actually been involved in actual adventures 👀. Logs is obsessed and acts like Dr Time as an actor probably would. Pepper tins (daleks), robot warriors (cybermen) and those titanic robotic angels are present (instead of Kylie here, it's Pauline. See voyage of the damned e.g. that festive special that nearly 9/11'd the palace). When facing the angels, Lloyd has to slip backstage as he can't handle them.

We see that the group believes it's real, in which, it is. Several people are caught and everyone else including logs runs, with him going backstage in a panic. Logs is having a panic attack and Lloyd's disappeared into the backlogs. However he gets an idea as they're still prop material and a convenient dr time costume is near him. When the props break out to the entire venue, logs does his best impression to make them believe it's the real dr time. They all begin searching for logs when he lures them to an open area. Like dr time, he does timey-wimey stuff (or in this case, create a health and safety violation) and stops the leader's plan bringing everyone back as the clock's the limit. Allonsy!

The staff thank him for his bravery and allow him to keep the outfit, as he's a good actor (shame he got the park job?) and Lloyd re-emerges one more time congratulating him and saying he almost got the actual voice perfect. By 0.01%. He says he'll see him again eventually, when the crying angels are put to sh

ame and says he's got to go on a US camping trip in redwood... (errrr, Wizards paradox episode 5 anyone?...)

We end with a next time trailer for dr time which spoofs famous dr who trailer scenes with a few new ones:

-the pepper tins shoot a specific group

- the leader slaps dr time

- A companion questions another companion

- the 123 being blown up (Wait, What? The 456 were similarly blown up like shown here by.... NO.....)

- A face of logs shows before like the actual credits, the episodes credits are played.

[smimon]

Asking asks about giant k; consider me in 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀.

1. is there a piece of clothing that didnt grew and Jere is a bit a sad about? I was thinking that maybe that could also be a reason as to why häärijä wears the suit now.

2. how is he travelling? Planes trains and cars are not that big?

3. does he need more food than before since he is bigger?

4. how long did it took bojan and jere with the shoulder thing, where bojan sits on his shoulder without struggles? How did the first times go?

5. since jere is so tall he sure gets to put the star/ angel figure on top of the tree.

6. what was bojan's first reaction from last remembering Jere as being shorter than him and to next time he saw him Jere was a lot taller than him.

7. more details about the apartment? Is the entire building bigger or is it like the tardis where its bigger on the inside?

8. do they have comfy cozy movie and game nights? How would that go? 👀👀👀👀.

9. five things jere likes about being taller?

10. how does it feel to hold a cat in his big hands? 🥹🥹🥹

11. did he ever hit his head?

12. how is the day to day life?

13. more backstory? More lore? 👀👀👀👀

Ups, overdid it a bit, better stop now and leave some for others. 💛💛💛💛

That's quite a bunch of asks! Let's gooo

1. is there a piece of clothing that didnt grew and Jere is a bit a sad about? I was thinking that maybe that could also be a reason as to why häärijä wears the suit now.

Hmm the general rule is that all the clothes he wears did grow, and he does not wear the yellow suit, so it stayed with Häärijä. Also most of the gifts he received from fans did not change size, except for the few that he likes enough to wear sometimes again, like the crochet Bulbasaur hat from Ideapark gig 😊 it makes storing the gifts much easier.

I had however an idea for a story where K is a bit sad he can't wear the yellow suit anymore, and Häärijä encourages him to at least try, and when he tries the jacket, it suddenly fits! The forces of magic decided the suit belongs to them both equally so it changes size depending who wears it.

That's how they do that clothes swap thing from EU tour in giantverse 🤭

2. how is he travelling? Planes trains and cars are not that big?

Well! He can use public transport most of the time, but he needs two or three seats. Whenever possible, securityman takes the third seat, but when there are only two seats in a row, he sits in K's lap 🤭

For planes they can get him the seats at wings as they have more leg space 🙌

K technically could also squeeze in a passenger car's backseat, but he won't do that because he never travels without fastened seatbelts 😇 (ei vittu!) 😑

3. does he need more food than before since he is bigger?

Oh that's a question I wished I'll receive! XD This is certainly one of the first things he wanted to figure out, except instead of thinking about food, he enthusiastically wanted to test how much alcohol can he possibly take 😂

The rules of magic are not simple, and turns out his new limits in terms of alcohol or food or medicine are... Exactly the same as before 🙃 Must have been fun to realize this after he already had ten kaksi ananas lonkero...

(Forces of magic won't force him to spend more money on food, that would be rude!)

4. how long did it took bojan and jere with the shoulder thing, where bojan sits on his shoulder without struggles? How did the first times go?

They managed it at first try actually, Bojan just climbed there before K noticed and now K has to do all the balancing while Bojan holds onto his head for support. They could do it all day!

5. since jere is so tall he sure gets to put the star/ angel figure on top of the tree.

🥹 I love this vision. Of course he gets to put the star on top and he insists he is the one to decorate the top of all trees of his friends and relatives. He will visit them one by one and place the deco on the top. And when the top already was decorated, he takes it off and puts right back on saying "that's how it's done!".

He's helping! uwu

6. what was bojan's first reaction from last remembering Jere as being shorter than him and to next time he saw him Jere was a lot taller than him.

They did talk a lot since Jere grew so Bojan was not surprised, although until the last moment he was a bit suspisious this might be some elaborate trick or prank. But he was happy to see this is true. He has way too many silly ideas how to use this new situation 😊 Bojan will never feel bad about being shorter than K because everyone else is shorter too haha

7. more details about the apartment? Is the entire building bigger or is it like the tardis where its bigger on the inside?

When you look from the outside it looks like someone forced a way too big flat into the building side 😂 and on the inside it is even bigger too. Only the front door is the same size as always, and from the corridor you wouldn't tell anything is different about this flat! ✨Magic✨

8. do they have comfy cozy movie and game nights? How would that go? 👀👀👀👀.

🥹 well considering his apartment is now big enough to set a few tents in the middle, he probably invites friends over quite frequently.

And if he visits some friend in their regular sized flat, they have no choice but to get comfy and cozy. You know, since he takes up most of the space anyway.

9. five things jere likes about being taller?

First: money money money! Together with the crew they have lots of ideas how to monetize his stature. Everyone would pay for a photo with him!

Second: this is part of his brand now, and no one can imitate this. There is no one else like Käärijä!

Third: it takes less time to get places by walking. And it is easy to escape the paparazzis. (Tabloids started adding "experience in competitive running" to their job requirements.)

Fourth: he has always a great view at any concert or stage show 🥹

Fifth: he can now confront every single person who ever made fun of him for being short. He will find them one by one, point, laugh "who's short now?!" and walk away ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

10. how does it feel to hold a cat in his big hands? 🥹🥹🥹

When every cat feels like a kitten, it must be the greatest feel in the world 🥹

11. did he ever hit his head?

Ouch 😅 probably way too many times, but not on places you might expect (he takes care in everyday environments but then there is the backstage or airports or vehicles). Might be one of the reasons they hired the securityman

12. how is the day to day life?

Fun where it was boring before, weirdly unchanged in the serious parts. Most people are not that interested in him being a giant (maybe they are professional, maybe it's the stereotypical Finnish respect for personal boundaries and privacy).

13. more backstory? More lore? 👀👀👀👀

Uhh hmm maybe this: Häärijä actually knows a lot about the forces of magic, but he never explained anything because he hasn't even noticed K is now a giant 😂 (don't blame him, he was always shorter than him)

That would be all! Thank you 😊

[kydrogendragon]

Has anyone asked about “Wet Dreams” yet? 👀

No, no one has yet!

This one was a Bingo slot from the Dreamling Bingo last year that I never got around to doing (which was true for most of those bingo squares xD I do want to get around to doing some more of those prompts one of these days)

This one was also a bit of a 5+1 scenario and this is what I had outlines for it at the time. All of these were dreams that Hob had after he and Dream met up in 2022 and started hanging out in person more often: (Putting it under here for nsft content)

1.) Starts simple with Dream kissing him as a greeting that day they met in the New Inn. Then Hob says he can show Dream his flat, it’s just upstairs. Dream follows as Hob leads him to his bed. Dream eases Hob’s shirt off, hands trailing lower as Hob reached to take Dream’s shirt off after he had shrugged off his coat. His fly unzips and hands reach down when Hob’s alarm goes off, forcing him back to the Waking.

2.) The next dream gets farther. This time set in 1789 when Dream does take Hob up on the offer of going to another bar (wink, wink). Dream bends Hob over the desk in one of the rooms above a neighboring inn. Cool, slender hands strip him down with a hungry haste that matches Hob’s own. He moans as those same fingers enter him, slick with spit, splaying him open. He nearly comes from Dream’s fingers alone when he’s once again awoken to the evil screeching of his alarm clock.

3.) It’s the third dream that Hob connects the fact that his friend might be apart of these dreams, or is at least aware of them. The third dream is a daydream. Hob didn’t intend for it to take this turn. He’d just been reading the latest hit novel that came out that his students wouldn’t shut up about. The lead man, he reminded Hob of Dream a bit, so as he read, it was Dream in his mind’s eye. Then the sex scene came and suddenly Hob was the leading lady being tended to so sweetly by Dream’s mouth. Before he realized it, Hob’s hand had found its way under his clothes and was caressing the hardening length in time with his daydream and the words on the page. The reason he thinks Dream might be aware - at least - of these dreams is because it's not long after the scene in the book ends that Dream ends up appearing outside his flat with more of a flush to his cheeks that Hob's ever seen before.

4.) The next dream happens right after their most recent meeting. Dream had stopped by Hob’s class on campus and watched from the back row. It was all Hob could focus on. In his dream, however, unlike in reality when Hob led Dream back to his office space and gave him a bit of a tour of the campus, Dream pushed him back against the door, his back flush against Hob’s own. Dream whispers such sweet things in his ear, one hand holding Hob’s arms above his head, the other trailing down the front of his pants, palming the now painfully hard length beneath. The dream continues with Hob pressed against the door and coming hard as Dream strokes him. When he awakes, his boxers are coated in his own spend.

5.) The final dream, the dream when he knew that Dream was aware of it, was when he was resting on the bed, ass up, getting plowed by his oldest friend. He doesn’t even remember the start. Perhaps there wasn’t one. Dreams don’t always need a beginning, after all. He knew Dream was aware of Hob’s dream when Hob had turned to look back at his pale faced stranger only to see a second Dream standing behind, fully clothes, with an unreadable expression on his face.  Hob moved to say something, but Dream said “This dream is over,” and Hob awoke in a sheer layer of sweat in his bed.

1+) It was a month since Hob had dreamed of anything and a month since he’d last seen Dream. He fucked it up, didn’t he? He lost Dream and now he’s lost his ability to dream too. It was as he was readying himself for bed that night when Dream appeared, sitting on the edge of his bed, hands clasps, head down. He says he thought Hob would be angry at him for intruding upon his privacy. So they talk, they kiss, they fuck. Ta-da!

[warcats-cat]

You say people can tell you about hyperfixations so be prepared to hear about 1964-1966 Addams Family tv show >:3

First: common misconceptions about the Addams Family-

“They like murder” they don’t! They do not condone violence, or anything non-consensual in their house. They may enjoy certain torture devices to relax, and the kids can chase each other around, but if someone doesn’t like it, it has to stop, and they don’t condone violence against monsters being presented as heroic, as seen in episode one

“They hate normal people!” Incorrect, they simply believe that they, as Addamses, are the epitome of normalcy, and that they seem to have a habit of running into “odd” people, like Mr Hilliard (a reoccurring character who is terrified of the Addams’). In fact, they happen to try their best with every “normal” person they meet, though it often fails comedically

“Gomez and Fester are brothers” no!!! That became cannon in the 90s! In the 60s Fester was Morticia’s uncle, and the twin brother of her mother, Hester Frump. Of course this makes Fester not an Addams, but his actual surname is unknown

“Wednesday is an outcast in her family and out” I genuinely have no clue how this came to be. Wednesday was the most Addams of the kids. While Pugsly was still very distinctly Addamsy, he had tendencies that lent more to the normal side. He was the blond haired, bright eyed kid of the Addams, and even in one episode went through a “normal” phase (joining the Boy Scouts, adopting a puppy, calling his parents mom and dad instead of mother and father, etc). Wednesday, however, is extremely Addams

Now, onto fun factssssssss

The actor for Lurch (Ted Cassidy) also was the primary actor for Thing! He only let someone else do it if Thing and Lurch were in a scene together.

Cassidy actually switched from left to right for Thing, to see if anyone would notice, so now there’s inconsistency between episodes.

Morticia and Gomez met when they were in their twenties, as their mothers were arranging a marriage between Gomez and Morticia’s older sister, Ophelia. Gomez was a sickly, cowardly man at this point, and Morticia wasn’t exactly taking the lead role we see her in for the rest of the show. They brought out the best in each other :3

Morticia’s iconic dress is her wedding dress!

Wednesday has a black widow that she named Homer, for its tendency to roam and explore

Pugsly has an octopus named Aristotle (though, in 2019 the animated movie renamed it Socrates for unknown reasons)

Unlike more recent adaptations, Wednesday was the youngest, at 6 years old, and Pugsly’s age was very inconsistent, but fluctuated between 8 and 10.

Their eccentric house decor was based of off the apartment of Addams family creator, Charles Addams

That is all for now :3 thank you ^-^

How did you know I love the Addams Family? This is delightful 😍😍😍

I remember watching the TV show with my dad when I was younger and just being in love with it. Even now, when I run tours at the store I work at, I have a couple of Addams Family themed jokes. (It's this place called Jungle Jim's, it's a massive eccentric international grocery store. We have a case for "exotic meats" and occasionally we do actually sell Yak burgers. I have not tried one though, because I don't like the texture of ground meat...)

I knew a few of these, but I have to say I'm really surprised that people thought Wednesday was an outcast?? I would never assume that???

Have you seen the Addams Family musical? 😍😍 That is sort of about Wednesday *feeling* like an outcast because she's fallen in love with a very "normal" boy from a "normal" family. Now the info about that misconception makes me wonder how the script writers came up with the show 👀👀

Also having twins named Hester and Fester had to be terrible if someone in the house had a cold and couldn't hear right 🤣 I'm already terrible with names, I'd never keep them straight.

Thank you for all the info 😍😍😍 I love it all!

[munkustance]

Tantomile and Coricopat?👀

Headcanons, Backstory, Family, Pairings, Personality, Plotbunnies? And anything else you wanna add, I wanna hear it all!!🥰

Favorite and least favorite foods?

If they had a human home, what would it be like?

What song(s) that aren’t canon do you think fits their character?

What kind of cat do you think they would be if they weren’t an Anthropomorphic cat? (Example: I think Tugger would be a Russet Marble Tabby Maine Coone Cat and Cassandra would be a Dark Mink or Solid Burmese Cat)

Sorry this took so long, just school. I think answering all of these will take a long time lets just be honest. But I'll try to work with these whenever I can. ALSO, there might be spelling and grammar mistakes because english is not my first language.

My thoughts and feelings for the twins were like nonexistent when I first got into cats, but after seeing the international tour in november they just shot right up into my top ten. Espessially Tantomile as she was the green eyes that went by me when the show started and was like 4 meters from me during the naming of cats and Mister Mistoffelees (and I swear we had a special moment during the naming of cats cuz we 100% made eye contact and right after that she reached her paw out, TO ME, but sadly there were two people in our way...)

Eh, so with that being said, here are my headcanons for everyones favorite mystical twins!

Headcanons:

Tantomile and Coricopat share the same spirit so if one of them becomes the Jellicle choice, they are both chosen.

Although the spirit is the same, the cats are not. Coricopat is much more um... dumb. It's not the right word but the only one I can think of. Like he's just.. he's there, having fun. While Tantomile is definitely the older and more mature of the two. Their reactions during the Mistoffelees number is the best explanation I can give. Just look at them.

When it comes to their powers they are both very strong with their psychic energy but again Tantomile is just keeping a little secret about her more cryptic side. The only other cat to know about her other side is of course her other half. They are like ying and yang kinda, but not really. Again, this thing with putting my thought into words. Either way, more on that later.

Random but Coricopat loves butterflies.

Backstory:

Now my usual backstory for these two is that they lived with a real witch and that they found the junkyard and the Jellicles thanks to their powers. Quite simple.

But, today I read through the Cats wiki just for fun and stumbled across the hc that Tantomile and Coricopat are Macavitys children. And I just died right then and there.

Is it in my main headcanons for Cats? No... But it sure as hell has it's own little world in my brain now. Just, stop and think about it for a minute and perhaps join me on the floor while I scream about the potential angst.

Family:

This goes without saying but, they're twins.

While they don't really have a real parents, unless you wanna go the Macavity route, Munkustrap has an extreme soft spot for them. So Munkustrap is their unofficial dad even though they are just a few years younger then him.

Pairings:

*Slams my hands on the table* CORICOPAT AND FRICKING MUNGOJERRIE ARE THE MOST ADORABLE DORKS YOU WILL EVER SEE!!!

Also love the rarepair of Tantomile and Demeter. Them just laying in Demeters pipe cuddling *chef kiss*

Personality:

Coricopat is a dork, an adorable dork, and I love him. He gets easily distracted, especially when Mungojerrie is within his psychic range.

Tantomile has a calm presence, even when some cats gets weirded out by the twins. Something she hides extremely well however is her cryptic side. Let's just say it's very much the opposite of the Tantomile we all know and love.

Plotbunnies:

Oh I loooove this one!

So Macavity is obsessed with magical cats right.. so he kidnaps Coricopat, ya know as you do. The thing is, Tantomile is of course not okay with that.. so um, she ya know. Goes all cryptic and ballistic on Macavitys ass and saves her brother.

Yea, that one has been stuck in my brain for the longest of time and I love it so much.

Food:

Oh uh yeah, they don't eat. Might be a weird hc but it's mine.

Human home:

They primarily live in the junkyard but they do have their little witch hut together with their old little witch lady. It's quite small but it's perfect for the three of them. There is a bunch of pillows and blankest all over the place just for the twins. And there is a lot of purple.

Song(s) that fit their character:

Ah yes, the inspiration for my cryptic Tantomile

IT JUST WORKS SO FRICKING WELL AND I CANT LISTEN TO THIS SONG ANYMORE WITHOUT MY GIRL TANTOMILE BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF MACAVITY IN THE BACK OF MY BRAIN

...sorry, don't know what came out of me just then.

Also sorry Coricopat, don't really have a song for you.

What kind of cat would they be irl:

Maybe a mix between Korat, Balinese and Russian Blue.

Anyways... that´s it

[ageless-aislynn]

Last line tag game

Tagged by @thephaeronsforge aka @sarnakhwritesthings Thanks so much! ❤

Kai smiled.

"Recreation" chapter 3, allllmost done but not quite there. 🤞😣🤞

Since that was so small, literally almost not able to even be much smaller, lol, I thought I'd turn to its sibling fic "15 Minutes" chapter 7 also in progress and

"There's no such thing," you muttered.

Yep, also pretty short sooooo how do you feel about the opening to the original fic that's also part of my Camp NaNo? Yeah, hardly a last line, I know, but well... It's never going to see the light of day in any form so I thought it would be fun to share it here. 👀🤷‍♀️

It began as an idle idea for a very AU Mass Effect: Andromeda reader fic that I knew I'd never actually write and post because it was simply pulling waaaaay too far away from the source, dumping all of the lore and such, so what was the point? Then I realized, hey, that's means it's FREE REAL ESTATE for making it my own thing, right? 😛

However, for this purpose, I put the ME:A names, references, etc. back in and made it a reader fic again. It also seems to read kinda like a Halo hybrid because that's what ya girl's been writing over in Fanficville so...? 🤷‍♀️😉

Under a read more because of the length. I'll also mention here so it's not necessary to click through that I'm tagging anybody who'd like to do this. *boops your nose politely* 😉 Definitely let me know if you do, though, 'cause I'd love to read it! 🤗

The first thing you noticed was Alec Ryder standing ramrod-stiff at attention, awaiting your arrival as if you were a five-star general and he was a cadet worried he hadn't shined his boots properly enough. "Ma'am," he said, his tone stern but polite. He offered his arm as if he really didn't want to. Interesting. Had you read his file wrong? He'd been out here alone far longer than he should've been allowed to be. The prospect of bare fingertips brushing the back of his hand should've had him quivering in anticipation. You'd heard of others having to actually stun-stop their Pathfinders at their initial meeting. It had never happened to you but… It was part of your training to know it could. But clearly not here, not today. You'd worn your gloves, just in case. You stepped out of the shuttle with your lone rucksack in one hand and put the other on the sleeve of his forearm, letting him assist you down as if you were royalty. Your dead implant flared in the back of your brain despite the double barrier of fabric between you. He was shielding hard but this was what you did, what you were, and wisps of emotions were leaking through. He was… anxious. "Welcome to Heleus," he said, adding your title and last name. You thought about correcting him with your first name but sensed he preferred the formality so merely said, "Thank you." He broke contact as soon as politeness allowed, folding his hands behind his back. "I'm afraid I can't give you a tour right now, I have duties to attend to. But Sam can guide you to your room, give you the lay of the land. Most of the station is still in shutdown but he'll turn the lights on for you if you'd like to look around." "Ah, all right then," you said but you were saying it to the crisp, neatly-pressed back of his black and red uniform as he gave a quick nod and strode away. You were supposed to be ready for anything but you decided to allow yourself a short but heartfelt thought of What in the actual hell? Then you tucked it away and went looking for Sam. Maybe he would be glad to see you? It would be nice if someone was.

Alec Ryder for visual reference. 😎 Andromeda has a LOT of character types that I love but this particular idea felt like it paired SO nicely with Mr. Emotionally Repressed Pathfinder Sr. so I, um, yoinked him out of canon and, you know, repurposed him. As one does. 😐😂

[queen-scribbles]

I truly would love to hear how Celebaros found his way to Edhelion from Mirkwood prior to the start of the game storyline and how he handled the fall of Edhelion 👀? If you don’t mind me asking of course!

Of course! I love talking about my children, especially when it lets me develop them.😁

Celebaros was traveling around with Talagan, his mentor/trainer, visiting several--widely spread--Elven cities, to see more of the world, learn about the different... communities, I guess you'd say, and how their surroundings combine with their immortality to give them differing perspectives on the world. Basically a cultural tour.

The plan was to spend a century or so in each city, trying to really gain an understanding of their cultural variations and ways of living with their surroundings. Rivendell is different from Mirkwood is different from Celondim etc etc. It was actually in Edhellond(first stop) that Celebaros started with the Warden training. He was already more inclined toward sword or spear than a bow, and it's a good balance of ranged--especially depending on your main weapon--and more melee "keep the enemy's attention on me and off others" fighting, and there's a flow to it that he really enjoys. Talagan helps him hone those, but it's not his forte(he seems more "magically" inclined in the Edhelion stuff, so that's my headcanon at least). Edhelion is the third stop on this trip, and they were maybe 2/3 of the way through their planned time visiting when Skorgrim attacked.

There was a sense of... disbelief the whole time he was helping fend off the Dourhands. In Mirkwood it's a more common thing to have to fight; the giant spiders and other things from the forest, and Orcs had started to be more of a problem. But Edhelion is a refuge, it's supposed to be safe and peaceful and quiet. For it to be attacked, and by Dwarves rather than Orcs or Goblins or something "evil" is so beyond the pale that while I wouldn't quite call it shock, Celebaros does half expect to wake up the whole way through the defense of the city. Like this is a bad dream or something, rather than reality. There's also a bit of righteous anger; how dare Skorgrim and his Dwarves think they have any right to the relics stored in Edhelion.

Watching Talagan sacrifice himself to protect the relics and end Skorgrim's threat(for the time being /cough) affected Celebaros deeply. Talagan was almost a secondary father figure to him, beyond being his master and mentor, so to stand by helplessly and watch him die in a needless battle with a Dwarven king seeking to steal immortality... that hurt lingers long. Even moreso after Elrond tells him Talagan wanted him safe, sent Elrond to aid Celebaros rather than stay and help him defend the library. He doesn't blame Elrond for it, he was following Talagan's wishes, and it was Skorgrim's greed that made it necessary in the first place. He does see himself as owing something to Talagan's memory, however. Honoring his sacrifice, so to speak, by carrying his memory while he travels, and always defending others, regardless of the risk to himself.

The loss of Edhelion was a similarly deep wound, and while he wasn't a scholar or archivist to feel it most keenly, Celebaros did grieve its fall. No one blamed him for seeming more focused on his personal loss than the city, but it was a bastion of elven culture and history and it was destroyed and that is worth mourning as well.

He continues on the journey alone, figuring a good way to start honoring Talagan's memory is completing the quest they'd set out on together. Rivendell is the final stop on this journey, and by the time he arrives Celebaros is... at peace with the loss, much as he can be. Rivendell is healing to the soul, and any lingering pain or grief is soothed by his time there. It's only a few months before his planned departure home that Elrond sends the Elven company to investigate what the Dwarves are doing around the ruins of Edhelion, and he asks to be part of this group. Given their shared bond to the tragedy of Edhelion's fall, it's not much of a surprised when Elrond agrees.

[jinkicake]

Michael is hilarious if he thinks I would EVER choose him over any of my boys lmao like ngl might have to test drive👀 but just to know how much I don’t need him😇 however I am not above being a menace and I will lay All over him to get the brother jealous. He’s like younger brother by 5 seconds to Lucifer so my HC for him is that he’s very petty but will seem nice on the outside like imagine Lucifer energy but diavolo vibes. Like he seems like a strict Headass but he’s so anti Lucifer league energy on the inside 😂 like he can so clearly tell what’s going on. He def won’t stop me from getting too close to his face under the guise of “oh wow you have really pretty eyes!” Or “wow you have really nice hands” or my wandering hands trying to feel him up (god dresses those angels up like sluts it’s not MY FAULT😡). Doing that anime thing where it’s like oh I’m giving you a hug but his face is in my chest AGSHDHD. He enjoys watching the brothers trying to set him on fire with their minds and also it’s been a while since he’s had a human👀 ik when Lilith was down there other angels had to be too lmao Michael is like a worse version of Lucifer but he’s the boss now so he has to pretend to be a saint. Has some brat tamer in him with a voyeurism streak with a sprinkle of exhibitionist🥰 so he will ruin you in his cute little corner of heaven that the brothers know where he would be hiding. DEFINITELY wants Lucifer to hear you beg for his cock, definitely the “younger sibling didn’t get enough attention” energy. Probably has some freaky angel power where he knows what’s on your heart or something so he’s gunna secretly fulfill your every desire so your brain is absolutely broken by the end of it. Little less control than Lucifer and that’s saying a lot since you just have to give Lucifer the eyes and he’s hard asf already😭 so Michael is on the brink of having his cum gushing out of you by you screaming his name for more. Gets off on you begging for him to ruin you and eyes rolling to the back of your head. Accidentally forget humans have sensory systems for a REASON and will fuck up tour body for like 14 hours like Lucifer will make it hard to walk for a week Michael will have you shuddering like a ghost is touching your shoulder bc when you walk your body is reminded of being overstimulated for so long😭 mans wants to absolutely rewrite your body chemistry and honestly,,, I would let him🤭 bc when I go home w my demons and angels they’re going ti nurse me back to heath but be pissed the whole time; however they need you to be at full max health to absolutely destroy you permanently💀💀 maybe even diavolo will rip apart reality to make some kind of Bruno zipper universe where time isn’t real so ti feels like they’ve been fucking you for a full year but in the devil some it’s been 4 hours😂 and barbatos will also pull a giorno and reset your body until your begging to be free and unfortunately apologizing doesn’t help in the slightest 😔 they’re going to fuck you until you pass out and wake you up by fucking you again

Michael is a damn fool! He couldn't PAY me to pick his old ass over Luci or any of the other demons smhhh

also, isn't it canon that he acts 'childishly' like.... i could see how that is endearing i suppose! and if it were to make luci jealous then I would def toy w him!! #anythingforlucifer!! so you're so right LMAO fine i see the appeal, you got me!

i cant imagine how he would be in bed because like he's an angel-a high up one!!, i feel like he would be a PRUDE BUT then again when I think about my love simeon... HES NOT VANILLA so like what is the truth?! eek but the thought of doing shit up there in heaven teehee where all the other angels are... wait a min- maybe i was too harsh on michael!!!

it's just so hard to think straight with Luci possessing my every thought! sigh

i feel like biggest threat in the game literally is getting dicked down by the other characters... like we dont have to worry about getting taken out by another random demon but we DO have to worry about barbatos and his endurance!!!

... is- michael going to be in the new game?? is- is he?!

[theflyingfeeling]

Eight Day of Gift-Giving: Vacations

Prompt: Even the best vacation tour has to end eventually which makes them end up in this airport, watching the fog outside that keeps their plane from starting.

I couldn't really incorporate a random vacation in the middle of the on-going story, so here's a little standalone again, this time about the band being stuck at an airport in true BC manner 🥰 (so not at all vacation-themed actually, but at least it's rated M because apparently it's becoming a theme for these "off-day" fics 👀)

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It was on days like this that Aleksi didn't mind having travelled across the Europe all summer: without all the numerous flights accross the continent within the past months as they had been spreading the tidings of the Violent Pop revolution, Aleksi probably wouldn't have received his Gold membership of their trusted airline quite as fast. Waiting for updates on a delayed flight back home home would always suck big time, but in the VIP lounge, the ordeal was at least a little more bearable – the key word being little.

"Joel looks like he's gonna throw another tantrum soon," Joonas said under his breath, his eyes following Joel who paced around the lounge, only stopping to check his phone every twenty steps.

"And I intend to be as far away from him as possible when that happens," Niko muttered, then nudged Tommi sitting next to him. "Beer?"

"Beer," Tommi agreed and sat up. As they headed towards the bar, Santeri ordered them to keep an eye on their phones in case there'd be a sudden development with the flight situation. However, looking out the large airport windows and seeing the fog thicker than Aleksi's grandmother's pea-soup, Aleksi wasn't going to hold his breath.

"Mmmmmmmhh," Olli's sighed beside him, head on Aleksi's shoulder.

"Sleepy?"

The yawn Olli then strecthed his mouth into answered Aleksi's question.

"I saw some cool sleeping pods when we came here. D'you maybe wanna... try them out?"

Aleksi ignored Santeri clicking his tongue at them.

"Yes, please." Olli's yawn turned into a drowsy smile as he sat up straight to stretch his arms. "Santeri, will you call us once we'll need to be back for boarding?"

"You know what? I'm actually tempted to leave you all behind." Seeing his sarcastic response resulted in nothing but overtired giggles, Santeri rolled his eyes. "Yeah I fucking will, just go."

And off they went before Santeri would roll his eyes at them again (which he did, in fact, behind their backs) and strolled hand in hand through the lounge to the Sleeping Pod Cove, as Aleksi called it in his mind. The way Olli was rubbing the back of Aleksi's hand with his thumb told him he wasn't maybe as sleepy as he seemed after all...

~*~

The sleeping pod was spacey enough for two people to rest there somewhat comfortably, yet so narrow that they were forced to lie pressed tightly against each other – or "forced", because Aleksi for one didn't mind in the slightest, and judging by the eagerness in which Olli's tongue was working on Aleksi's neck, neither did he.

Aleksi closed his eyes as he let Olli busy himself with kissing him everywhere his mouth could reach and took certain kind of pleasure in how impatient Olli was growing, but when Olli's hand began rubbing the front of Aleksi's jeans – it had taken him a little too long to realise it too – Aleksi chuckled and grabbed Olli by his wrist.

"Olli, I love you, but I'm not spilling in my pants for you at an international airport. I didn't pack any extra boxers in my hand luggage!"

As if to defy Aleksi's warning, Olli wriggled his hand free and gave a few more rubs to Aleksi's already semi-hard erection (it was almost embarrassing how merely making out with Olli had that kind of an effect on him) before unzipping his fly and sneaking his hand inside his underpants to take out his cock.

"Problem solved, hmm?"

Aleksi had no means to argue with that logic.

Olli's mouth was back on his as soon as he started stroking his cock with rapid movements that had Aleksi harden in no time. To think of it, it was exactly what Aleksi had needed after all the mental and physical exertion of the festival tour, combined with the unexpected delay of their final flight back home, even if he would've rather been in the privacy of a hotel room (or, better yet, home) where he wouldn't have to worry about making too much noise whenever Olli flicked his wrist just the way Aleksi best liked it.

"Wish I could take you in my mouth right now," Olli panted in his ear, and now that Olli mentioned it, so did Aleksi. Of course, that was not to say Olli's skillful hand twisting around his cock wasn't almost just as good as having Olli's hot mouth around him, so Aleksi really wasn't complaining.

"Fuck yeah," Aleksi sighed, trying to keep his voice low; he wasn't entirely convinced of exactly how sound-proof the pod was to the outside.

"Can't wait to get home soon to suck your brains out," Olli kept whispering, the movements of his hand growing faster. Aleksi suppressed a moan, turning it into a long, restrained sigh when Olli's thumb kept flicking over the tip of his erection, sending Aleksi close to oblivion each time.

"And then you'd fuck me so hard I wouldn't walk for days. Oh, fuck, Aleksi, you'd fuck me so nice." By then, Aleksi was so lost in his pleasure that he was barely hearing the vulgarities Olli kept whispering him or aware of Olli humping his own hard-on against Aleksi's hip.

"Ahhh," was all Aleksi could manage to say in response. Olli had always been better at dirty talk than him anyway, so he didn't feel pressured to put his two cents in the conversation, content in letting Olli do it for the both of them.

"I can't wait for you to fill me again. You always fill me so good."

"Hnnnnnggggghhhh," Aleksi moaned, trying to prolong his climax the best he could, because that's how good Olli's thight grip on his throbbing erection felt; long, careful strokes with just the right rhythm to keep Aleksi right on the edge without actually crossing it just yet.

"And then," Olli swallowed, his breath hot on Aleksi's skin, the movement of his thrusts against Aleksi's hip picking up, "then you'd cum inside me. So loud you'd wake up the neighbours."

Aleksi couldn't help but chuckle.

"You're the loud one of us, actually."

"Oh yeah?" Olli raised his eyebrow. In the same moment, he slid his hand further down Aleksi's boxers to cup his balls. Aleksi only just managed to swallow his surprised yelp. "Guess we'll see about that."

Aleksi squirmed when Olli kept massaging his balls, leaving his rock-hard cock completely without attention. If he wasn't completely driven by his lust, he would've probably felt embarrassed at the way he was whining and attempting to thrust his hips towards Olli's palm to urge him to get back to jacking him off. Perhaps the man felt pity on him, for he then moved his hand back to Aleksi's hard-on, gripping it tighter than ever.

"Scream for me."

"We are– haaaaahhh, Olli, we are in public!" Aleksi puffed, eyes rolling back when Olli twisted his hand around the head of his cock again.

"Don't care. Scream for me."

Aleksi bit his lip as to defy the devlish orders he was given.

"I'll make you, then," Olli whispered and at that very moment began jerking Aleksi vigorously, with no warning whatsoever, helping Aleksi to his orgasm in a matter of seconds.

"Fuck, aah!" he very nearly shouted, probably (hopefully, goddammit) not loud enough for anyone they knew to hear him, but definitely loud enough to someone loitering near the Sleeping Pod Cove to catch up on what was happening inside one of the pods. As for Aleksi himself, he was too caught up in his climax to care, too blessed to be shooting his cum in Olli's hand in short spurts to give a single damn if someone nearby realised they weren't using the pod for sleeping.

Feeling all sorts of drowsy and relaxed, Aleksi watched as Olli licked his own fingers clean off Aleksi's cum, closing his eyes as if to savour the bitter taste, just to tease Aleksi some more. Then the buzz of a phone interrupted Aleksi's post-orgasm activities, and he fished his phone out of his back pocket with a grunt.

Santeri: Expected take off in three hours 😐

"Welp," Aleksi said, flashing a sly smile at Olli, "looks like we've still got some time to kill."