#and ofc its 3am AGAIN-

[thejanisimiike]

rejanis thru text (pt 2/?)

(more parts - pt 1 / pt 3)

[dblsoul]

-> FOCUS! <-

[realjem]

looking back thru old again and thinking abt how much my art and i have changed over the past few years (again)

idunno the fact that these are like. less than 3 years apart is crazy to me, yeah?

[kamaluhkhan]

you are so gorgeous (it makes me so mad)

pairing: young!coryo snow x fem!reader

summary: clemensia dovecote has a theory that you and snow are destined for an enemies to lovers arc. you're sure it's completely, absolutely not true...right?

warnings: 18 + smut; biting + mention of blood ; both reader and snow are not the best ppl and have some very classist/elitist opinions

a/n: finally!! i wrote one of the ideas that has been haunting me ever since i've been back in my hunger games obsession + watched tbosbas...needless to say this will likely be a series inspired by taylor swift's reputation album. also i am so sorry this is unedited bc ofc it's 3am when i had the motivation to write this but i hope y'all enjoy ♡

i've had enemies so intense it felt like love, so mutual it felt romantic (chelsea hodson)

"what in the name of all the gods is he doing here?"

you're practically seething when coriolanus snow walks into your foyer. he's wearing an ensemble made with crisp white silk and intricately embroidered with gold thread - elegant, eventhough its silhouette would have been fashionable last year. a single white rose sits in the pocket of his jacket. he surveys the crowd, like he's calculating who's most worthy of his attention, platnium blond hair perfectly curled and practically glowing under the light of the chandelier. he looks beautiful, almost angelic.

you absolutely hate it.

"oh, i invited him," clemensia dovecote informs non-chalantly.

coriolanus makes eye contact with you from across the room, and you turn your head sharply to your best friend.

"why would you think it was okay to invite him?"

clemensia smiles mischeviously, grabbing two champagne flutes from a passing silver tray. she hands one to you.

"i know the two of you have your petty squabbles — "

"they are not petty, nor are they squabbles," you grumble, taking a sip of your drink.

your contempt towards coriolanus was perfectly reasonable and absolutely mutual. he had some ridiculous notion that snow had to land on top, that it was his right to be there instead of yours. your relationship, if you could call it that, was limited to nothing more than snide remarks, sarcastic comments, and scornful stares. you both hyperaware of the importance of keeping up appearances, but the older you got - the closer to life outside of the academy and the higher the stakes - the more any sense of civility between you two faded. just earlier this week, you'd gotten into such a heated debate about the best way to increase viewership for the upcoming 10th annual hunger games, that your professor excused you both from the class early due to the disruption. it seemed that no one knew how to make you burn with anger quite like coriolanus snow.

clemensia rolls her eyes. "whatever you want to call it, i actually think the two of you would get along if you really tried."

one of the things you admired - and, frankly, loathed - about clemensia was her determination to always prove herself right. she had this theory - one you would call ludicrous - that the tension between you and coriolanus had nothing to do with academics or status and everything to do with wanting to rip each other's clothes off.

your eyes catch coriolanus' icy blue ones again and you down the rest of your drink. obviously, clemensia was wrong about this. so, very wrong.

"well," you huff, setting your empty glass down on another silver tray that passes by. you brush invisible dust off your dress - a deep red lace, short and form fitting with exaggerated long sleeves - and add: "you'll be lucky if i invite you to my next party."

clemensia might have had the sense to apologize then, but you walked away before she had a chance.

you allow yourself to weave through the crowd, greeting every guest with an equal facade of enthusiasm and grace. you smile as brightly at one person as you do the next, showing off your newly bleached teeth and making sure that everyone feels special. silver trays of food and drinks appear and reappear throughout the crowd, being carried by nameless waiters. there's a table overflowing with gifts concealed by crisply folded wrapping paper - you expect at least half of them will be worthless.

you put up a good front, but soon enough your lipstick needs reapplying and your hair readjusting, so you briefly excuse yourself lest anyone notice a crack in your perfectly constructed image. the door to your room is slightly ajar, and you open it to reveal none other than the person you'd deliberately, but not so successfully, tried to ignore all night, his white silk shirt stained a dark crimson that happened to match your dress.

coriolanus was furious when he found out you'd invited the entire graduating class, except him, to your birthday party. you'd even invited sejanus. it wasn't that he particularly wanted to celebrate you, of all people. you were the most brilliant, biting, enfuriating person he knew, but to be excluded in such a way was insulting. when clemensia extended him the invite, he jumped at the chance to prove to everyone, to you, that he belonged here. tigris curated his outfit, and it would have been perfect had arachne crane, vapid creature she was and ever the lightweight, spilled an entire glass of red wine on him. he hurried away before anyone could see him in such a humiliating state. coriolanus is in the middle of calculating his options when you walk into what he now realizes is your bedroom.

you don't say a word at first. you haven't said one to him all night. instead, you close the door behind you and your eyes graze his figure.

"you show up to my party, late no less, and now you're parading around in what looks like a bloodstained shirt that is far too outmoded to be appropriate attire for this occasion," you remark, displaying that signature fierceness. "are you trying to ruin my birthday, snow?"

"don't blame me," coriolanus scoffs. his shoulders tense and he makes a point to stand up a bit straighter. "blame arachne for not being able to hold her alcohol while she's complaining about the food."

"oh?" you raise an eyebrow. "what did she say?"

"something about people in the districts having better options."

"vapid bitch," you mutter under your breath. you walk over to your closet, disappearing for a few seconds before bringing out a fresh shirt. you extend it to him, but he doesn't take it.

"i can't very well have a good time when one of my guests looks like he just got killed in the hunger games," you huff. "so either you put this on or your leave my party. now."

coriolanus holds your gaze, his jaw clenched, before giving in and taking the shirt from you. he goes to undo the buttons of his shirt, but stops when he notices that your eyes never leave him.

"some privacy would be nice," he says sharply.

you roll your eyes, muttering something about it being your house and your room, before sitting across the room at your vanity. as he undresses and throws his soiled shirt on the floor, coriolanus watches you closely. you meticulously apply lipstick, the shade of red almost as dark as your black nails.

you were attractive, there was no denying that, but ultimately dangerous. because you weren't carelessly cruel like arachne, nor did you wear your heart on your sleeve like sejanus. you didn't use your family's status as an excuse to avoid hard work like felix, nor were you a spineless know-it-all like clemensia. no, you were different from the rest. you had a fiery ambition and a sharp tongue, a wicked streak with just enough charisma to lure people in. sometimes when he thinks of you, coriolanus recalls stories his grandma'am once told him and tigress, about sea monsters who would tempt sailors with their bewitching voices and enchanting beauty, enticing them to risk everything - to jump into the ocean and never be relevant as anything more than a midnight snack. you were a constant, suffocating reminder of how quickly he could lose everything if he lost control, if he gave in.

coriolanus watches you set down the tube of lipstick before picking up a compact. you lightly brush the shimmery powder inside over your face to accentuate some of your gorgeous features.

the desire that burns throughout his body now has to be a side effect of the few glasses of liquor he managed to drink, allowing himself the appearance of having a good time alongside everyone else without losing control.

your eyes leave your reflection momentarily, and you finally catch coriolanus staring at you. you wink at him from across the room just as he's finished with the last button. the way you look at him makes the collar of his shirt feel tighter.

he can not give in....but what's the harm in admitting, just for one night, that he would let you drown him? devour him? beg on his knees to give you pleasure, and then thank you after the fact?

coriolanus clears his throat. "this feels wrong. i should be the one gifting you with a new shirt. it's your birthday, after all."

you let out a breathy laugh, setting down your makeup. you walk over to him, until there are only a few inches between you despite the vastness of your bedroom.

even you had to concede that coriolanus snow had such a gorgeous face for such a vicious person. you're infuriated by how elegant he looks now, in your shirt. your hands busy themselves in smoothing down his already perfect collar and you take note of the intensity of his heartbeat. you notice the way his jaw remains clenched, his posture stiff, his skin flushed. you realize that he must be trying so hard right now to retain his composure around you and you feel something that can only be described as triumph.

you smile at him, sickly sweet, and remove your hands from his body. "the best birthday present i could get is winning the plinth prize over you, snow. we both know you're not good enough, let alone better than me."

he hesitates slightly before responding.

"sorry, valerius. that's the one thing i can't give you. is there anything else you'd want from me?" he whispers, words dripping like honey.

"that depends, is there anything you want from me?"

he hums, moving his hand to cup your cheek. he begins to trace your lips with his thumb, ruining the look you had so meticulously crafted.

if only you knew.

"you're the birthday girl, sweetheart," he chides. "i'm supposed to be the one giving the gift. you do know how birthdays work, don't you?"

he's mocking you, you know that. he's trying to make you feel weak and small. you had the power a second ago, his heartbeat in the palm of your hand, and normally you wouldn't stand for him turning the tables. you'd push him away, storm out the door. but right now all you want is to tug on his perfect blond curls, to bite the smirk off his lips. maybe it's the way he's so close and can't seem to take his eyes off your lips or the calculated amount of wine you drank that's made your head a bit foggy, made you put your guard down. made you start to entertain the idea that maybe possibly clemensia's theory had some truth to it.

"why don't you surprise me?" you suggest.

coriolanus surges forward and kisses you with such ferocity, he might as well be a man starving. teeth on teeth on tongue. you instantly tangle your hands into his hair, pull on some curls just to see what he'd do. he retaliates by biting down on your bottom lip, hard enough that you taste the metallic tang of blood mixed with the remnants of honeyed wine on his lips. you whimper and pull away slightly. he holds your face firmly between his two hands, so you cannot go too far.

"sorry." but he smirks, and you know he doesn't really mean it.

eventually, you've both stumbled onto the bed half-naked. coriolanus positions himself above you, effectively caging you in with his arms and legs. you take note of his lean thighs, his bare torso with skin taut around his bones. you're almost taken aback by how frail he looks - like a malnourished teenager from one of the districts. you reach out to trace the outline of his ribs, your nails scraping against his skin, and he shudders. your hand moves lower, teasing the waistband of his underwear. he stops you before it slips underneath the material.

instead, coriolanus begins to indulge in his deepest fantasy. he kisses and sucks and bites down your body, his tongue trailing down your chest, over your breasts and around your nipples, across your stomach. he laps up your soft whines, the curses that tumble from your lips for him to do something more. you sink further into the silk sheets when he arrives between your thighs. you raise your hips, desperate to find any sort of relief, and you feel his nails dig into your hips.

"patience," he teases, his breath fanning over where you needed him most. "so needy." you could practically feel coriolanus roll his eyes.

"i swear to god snow, if you don't do something soon. i-i'll go find someone else to fuck me. felix, or maybe sejanus --"

you yelp when his teeth sink into your inner thigh. he looks up at you, eyes the darkest blue you've ever seen them.

"don't," coriolanus warns, and he gets back to work, lips actually arriving at where you needed them most.

after you've reached your high, he comes back up to kiss you, allowing you to taste yourself. when he pulls away, you take note of how his lips and nose shine with remnants of you. the way he looks at you while he licks his lips shows you that he wants more. you move your hand down, and you're deeply satisfied when you feel him half hard, already sticky with his release.

"oh." you smirk. "you already finished."

his eyes widen, skin flushing pink. you could feel his heartbeat grow faster above you. you could imagine he was debating the best way to restore his dominance from before. yet, here he was, nothing but a horny teenage boy who came untouched as he was eating out his worst enemy. you find it in you to not call him pathetic, but instead decide, in your post-orgasm haze, you find it endearing.

"i-i didn't mean to, but --"

"i'm just that sexy when i cum," you suggest, running your hands through his curls to calm him down. "how about we try again, pretty boy?"

soon enough, he's sitting up with his back against your headboard and your legs wrapped around his waist, his length fully nestled into your warm cunt. coriolanus' blunt nails graze your hips, moving lower to your ass to guide you with each thrust. you love seeing him underneath you, seeming completely mesmerized by how your breasts bounce up and down in front of him. he leans forward to wrap his lips around your nipple, but you beat him to it. you bend forward and suck bruises onto his skin, everywhere and anywhere: underneath his chin, across his collarbone, where his neck meets his shoulder.

his moans are so loud, and you're sure he's not going to last much longer. you're also worried that some of the other party guests might catch you, so you pull his head away from your shoulder and crash your lips back onto to his. you swallow his moans as best you can, tongues fight for dominance, but he lets out a deep groan, and lets you win. you bite down on his bottom lip just as you reach your climax, causing him to let out a deep groan once more.

you gasp when he suddenly flips you over, pulls out of you and stokes himself a few times before painting your body with his release. coriolanus all but collapses on the bed beside you. you're both breathing heavily for a few moments, on your backs looking up at the ceiling, before he turns on his side towards you. coriolanus trails hs fingers down to your abdomen, sticky with his cum.

"i told you: snow lands on top."

"was that a joke, coryo?" you guffaw, genuinely surprised at the mischievous but playful glint in his eye. a bit surprised at yourself, too, for using his nickname that you'd so carefully avoided. you had to remind yourself that he was still the same coriolanus snow you'd grown to hate.

the boy tangled in the sheets beside you, his messy curls translucent under the light of your chandelier, his skin glowing with sweat and decorated with lipstick and rose-petal bruises. the boy who now smiles at you with dazzling blue eyes, leans closer and whispers:

"don't get used to it. it's a special occasion." coriolanus kisses you sweetly, and you shiver before he adds: "happy birthday."

this boy in bed with you now is the same manipulative, power hungry snake who would stab you in the back if need be. and, the truth of the matter is: you aren't much different, either.

you get up to grab his wine-stained shirt, use it to wipe off his release and toss it back down to the floor.

his eyes follow you the entire time, even as you come back to straddle him again. almost instantly, you feel him harden underneath you. you hold his head in your hands, kiss him deeply, tease his bottom lip between your teeth as you pull away.

"snow lands on top, huh? not for long, if i can help it."

[landososcar]

espresso ; LN4

pairing(s) ; lando norris x fem driver!reader

summary ; in which yn says fuck it and drops a song while soft launching her (possibly problematic) relationship

warnings ; flufffffff & like one mention of christian horner (🤮)

note ; i apologise for the one post in here where i basically just fan girl over ria but who wouldn’t. +this is pretty long and i got lazy towards the end and couldn’t be bothered making team announcement posts lol

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youruser my give a fucks are on vacation 😝 espresso is YOURS!!! tonight after i demolish these old men 🫶

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user1 oh she is HER

lilymhe WIFFEEEEE

youruser AHHHHH IMMA MARRY YOU

alexalbon …i’m right here??

lilymhe IRRELEVANT

user2 I NEED IT NOW

bestfriend MY GIRLLLL‼️‼️💓💓💓💓

youruser I LOVEEE YOUUUUU

user3 i say we wave the chequered flag early so we get espresso now

landonorris ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

bestfriend lmfao

youruser 🧡

user4 EXVHSE ME?????????

user5 i love how she just disses half the grid and then just calls it a day

maxfewtrell helllll yeah

user6 maybe she’s never on the podium because she focuses more or singing than racing

user7 or because she’s in a fucking ALPINE

user8 y’all were SILENT when lh44 released music but suddenly it’s a problem when y/n does it

maxverstappen im not that old

youruser yeah okay grandpa

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youruser i kissed @bestfriend in the club bathroom

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user1 IS THAT A MANNNN

youruser i sincerely apologise 😔

user2 guys do we think that’s mr espresso

bestfriend KISS ME AGAIN, FUCK *****

youruser omg don’t expose him😭

youruser but hell yeah come here gf😻😻😘

estebanocon my f1 teammate or my fav singer ?

youruser me when i’m both

user3 THE INITIAL NECKLACE ????? L?????

user4 omg y/n’s boyfie driving a mercedes ??? Y/N TO MERCEDES 2024‼️‼️‼️‼️

maxverstappen1 stream espresso

bestfriend yasss grandpa !!!

maxverstappen1 omg i try to do one thing nice and suddenly i’m catching strays

user5 IM WORKING LATTEEEEE CAUSE IM A SINGGERRRRR OH HE LOOKS SO CUTEEEEEE WRAPPED ROUND MY FINGEERRRRR

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landonorris can’t sleep

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user1 “SAY YOU CANT SLEEP BABY I KNOW THATS THAT ME ESPRESSO” LANDO NORRIS WHAT ARE YOU SAYING

user2 THE SOFT LAUNCH IN THE SECOND PIC TOO OH MY GOD ITS HAPPENING

user3 oh hes definitely always streaming espresso

maxverstappen1 what kind of thirst trap post is this mate

landonorris for her eyes only😁

bestfriend but you posted on the main ?

youruser UHM

youruser 💓💓💓💕🧡💘🖤💖🩷💞💙💗🖤💗🩷💝🩷❤️💕💚🤎🩷💕💜💖🖤❣️🩷💕❤️💜🤍💚🩷🧡🩵💛🤍🧡❤️💕💛💚💕💘🩷💞❤️💜💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

landonorris what happened to the soft launch baby

youruser you’re too hot i need people to know your MINE😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😘😘😘💓💓

youruser do you think about me every night😁😁😝

user4 oh she’s gone insane

user5 THE EMOJIS IM PISSING MYSELF SOMEONE SEDATE HER

bestfriend girl get UP

bestfriend what have you done to my gf

landonorris MYYYYY girlfriend🥰🥰🥰🥰

bestfriend bite me bitch

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youruser unfortunately, i was too hot for the car this week, we’ll get those old men next week 🫶

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user1 SHES FUCKING HILARIOUS

user2 maybe if she stopped making music and focused more on racing she wouldn’t have dnfed

landonorris the car had a issue with its breaks ? how was she gonna fix that. explain quick pls coz you’re an expert

user3 LANDO DEFENDING HER IMMA SOB

bestfriend babe you need a car that can handle hot sexy you are 😫😫 i don’t wake up at 3am on a monday morning to watch you nearly die 😝

youruser my sincerest apologies ma’am 🫡

bestfriend i love you tho🫶🫶

youruser if you really loved me you’d come to the race next week ??

youruser WAS I JUST AIRED

lilymhe we’ll ignore this week !! podium coming next week for my girl i can feel it

youruser 💓💓

user4 i can’t believe her and lando are dating, so unprofessional

landonorris GAHHHH I LOVE YOUUUUU

youruser STOP IT ILL CRY 💞💞💞 MY LOVE🥰

user5 surely her dating an opponent is bad for business

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landonorris apparently is bad for business? sorry y/n/n’s pr team ig 🙏🤷‍♂️ but stream my girl’s new song‼️‼️

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youruser RIAAAAAAAA

user1 two tit pics in a row omg !?

youruser BABY IVE MISSED YOU COME SEE ME

landonorris 💓💓

youruser GIRL NO I WAS TALKING TO RIA SKRJSKJDJFKS

riabish STOP I LOVE YOU

landonorris wtf😭😭😭

user2 if ria has 0 fans, y/n is dead

youruser RIA PLS COME TO THE NEXT RACE I AM BEGGINGGGGGGGG

youruser make up some sort of reason and pretend quadrant need to come but then i’ll send you (and only you��) an alpine pass 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

riabish my boss hasn’t planned a quadrant race visit for a couple more races babe😔

youruser JUST SENT YOU FLIGHT DETAILS ILL PICK YOU UP FROM THE AIRPORT WITH YOUR PADDOCK PASS

riabish MARRY ME

youruser FUCK YES AJDKSJAHHAHAH

landonorris guys i think i just lost my gf on a post i made dedicated to her

youruser yeah but you posted a pic of ria, so who was i actually paying attention to ??

youruser i love you so so sooooo much (im actually talking to you this time)

landonorris luv u 2 i guess

youruser nah wtf boutta unrelease this song

user3 what did we just witness

estebanocon you guys are insane

user4 omg bad for business is another banger

user5 when y/n can’t choose between f1 and singing so she just fucking EATS both

maxfewtrell when you ask y/n about her fav quadrant member and you expect her to say lando but you’re stupid and it’s ria without second thought

youruser you’re a close second place max🫶

landonorris wtf am i?? chopped liver?????

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youruser alpine ❤️ all 4 years that i’ve spent in formula 1 have been spent at this team and i now call everyone at the headquarters, garages, and races, family. thank you to everyone who’s made an impact to my life in any kind of way no matter how big or small, i appreciate it more than you will ever know. @estebanocon, thank you for being the best teammate i could ever ever everrrr ask for, you have grown with me and taught me so so many things. we’ve shared more laughs than probably any other teammates and moving to different teams will definitely not stop that.

there’s still the rest of the year until the end of this era and i know we’ll make the most of it. i’ll always remember alpine as the team that brought me in and made me the woman that i am today. the end of this season will definitely be tough but if it wasn’t sad then it would mean there was nothing to miss.

let’s have an amazing rest of the year, i love alpine and will never forget the time ive spent here 💙🩷💙🩷

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user1 IM SOBBING

user2 omg she loves alpine so much this is devastating why would they not re-sign her😭😭😭😭😭

user3 they couldn’t afford to re-sign both her AND esteban, mercedes offered her A LOT more money

landonorris so so so proud of you my love 💓💓

youruser 🫶🧡🧡

f1 never forget the first alpine driver line up after renault… keep pushing y/n!!

user4 ohhh she’s gonna EAATTT at mercedes

estebanocon going to send a mor private text to you now but thank you for everything y/n/n 🩷💙 (you’re also my favourite f1 driver)

lewishamilton ❤️❤️

lilymhe 💓

user5 omg the y/n to merc rumours were true

user6 it’s not even been confirmed yet lmfao for all we know she could’ve just got sacked by alpine and no one wants to pick her up

bestfriend soooo proud of you my girl 💞💞💞💞

riabish prouder than words can explain 🫶

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youruser HE FUCKING DID IT !!:!;&/&”!/!;”929/ MY BOYFRIEND IS A RACE WINNER AND IM SOBBING OMG I LOVE HIM SO MUCH LOOK HOW HAPPY😁

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user1 GIRL F1 AND MERCEDES JUST ANNOUNCED YOUR MOVE AND YOURE POSTING THIS LMFAOOO

landonorris WE DID IT BABY AHHHSHDHHAKA

youruser YOU DID IT MY LOVEEDJJRKEKR💓💓💓🧡💓🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🥰🥰😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰😻😻😻😻😻

user2 she’s so funny for just ignoring her merc move announcement 😭😭 she dgaf

user3 boyfie WON she doesn’t give a shit about mercedes rn, give her like 24 hours

bestfriend does this mean i can’t call him no wins anymore

riabish right!?? like, the one gp we go to and he has to go and steal our focus from our girl coz we gotta care about him at least a little bit

bestfriend exactly.. he’s so selfish like wtf

landonorris im so very very sorry

user4 FINALLYYYYYY

maxfewtrell 🧡🧡

youruser guys yes i know they announced my mercedes move! why are y’all acting like you didn’t know about it last week tho😭 i saw the tweets

[stanfordswifey]

Sigh. I fear even tumblr has a lack of stanford fanfics, excuse my shitty writing but i am in desparate need for some fanfics rn i dont even care if its bad (i am NOT confident in my 'broad' vocabulary nor my writing skills) cough cough.. sorry for the yapping session, here we go!

Stanford x Reader

Assistant!reader, pre-portal and age 20-30 ford.

FLUFF / just spending time with him!!

You had known ford since highschool and stayed with him ever since, you had always thought of yourself as annoying and a burden to him but the way he looks at you, the way he smiles, makes you laugh, you can't really just let him go, so you decided to follow your heart and move with him to gravity falls! Not like anything bad could happen, right?

You two had just moved in together!! You felt butterflies in your stomach when he helped you put your shelves up, calm down, calm down. It's not like you haven't done this before with him, you two WERE roomates in college, but sure. This isn't the same setting, you clear your throat before focusing on him again, noticing he's doing his absolute best screwing the nails in deep. A thought passes through your.mind and you blush, turning away to try and play it cool, it obviously didn't work when you turned back to see ford with an eyebrow up in confusion.

"Are you sick?"

"No, just used too much makeup i guess"

He chuckles, knowing you don't even wear makeup

"Sure, mind helping me carry the equipment downstairs?"

"Of course!"

You help him carry numerous boxes with white tape on them with different labels, "machine 1 parts 1, machine 1 parts 2, machine 2 parts" so on and so forth, after 15 or 30 trips down to the basement and back you and ford decide to take a break by looking around the place. He had chosen a shack far away from the city, why? To observe the weird creatures ofc! It wouldn't be ford without his weird obession to mythical creatures, you think to yourself, knowinf damn well the said creatures aren't much of a 'myth' since you've seen some yourself when adventuring with ford. You two decide to have a picnic outside, deep in the forest. What a smart choice, let's hope nothing out of the ordinaary happens!

"So.. the weather's nice isn't it?"

"..."

"What?"

"Just eat your food this is unbearable"

Your lips curve into a smile, laughing at him

"It's not my fault its hard to hold a conversation with you!"

"You're trying too hard!"

"Well i'm sorry for trying to start a conversation"

".."

"What?"

"The weather's nice today, no?"

"Oh shut up"

The both of you laugh, you look at him, your stomach flipping, god, he looks so cute. You eventually get a hold of yourself again and the both of you continue your picnic in peace, talking about favorite animals, what animal they'd like to be, etc.

(Okay folks thats all for today i've unfortunately ran out of ideas as this was rushed and i am NOT proofreading this because its like 3am night night gang)

[nightfall-kachiniko]

aot girls reacting to you getting a text from a girl late at night🌝

AOT GIRLS REACT( YEAH WERE BACK BITCHES) TO YOU GETTING A TEXT FROM A GIRL LATE AT NIGHT 😱😱😱

an: THEYRE ALL DRAMA QUEENS

‗ ❍ mikasa

- she wonders why your phone is buzzing at 3am, and ofc she’s not the type to snoop around, but at this point it’s getting annoying and she just wants to go to sleep in peace. But that’s when she sees it, a text from an unknown number, saying something… only she’s suppose to say to you…

- mikasa would overthink it the whole night, barley being able to sleep just thinking about the possibility, no, the potential that you could be cheating on her.

- but this makes mikasa mad, not at you, but at this woman. Who does she think she is?! Texting you like that at this time?!

- she’s respond back angrily, but in a calm more sharply response.

- “text my girlfriend again and I’ll kill you”

- totally calm ☺️

- she’s ask you about it in the morning (or rather you would after seeing the angry text) and turns out it’s just a coworker that doesn’t get what no means.

- “I’ll still kill them if they text you again”

- “mikasa you CANT threaten people!”

- “that wasn’t a threat that was a promise”

- god I love her 😭

‗ ❍ annie

- Annie’s the same way. SHE GONNA PROTECT HER BAE.

- “y/n what the hell is this?!” She’d wake you up with a swift pound on your leg after you tried rolling over back to sleep.

- “OWW WHAT?!”

- “WHOS THIS BITCH TEXTING YOU HUH?!”

-“WHA- IDK ITS SOME SPAM ADVERTISEMENT”

- and then Annie realizes when she click the link you were telling the truth. “Oh-“

‗ ❍ pieck

- SO WORRIED SHED BE SO WORRIED. FULL PANIC MODE RED ALERT. I swear she’d be hyperventilating and shit 😭

- “y/n..” she’d say in a shaky voice, “can i talk to you..”

- “mhmmmm…” you say half asleep.

- “are you- cheating on me..?” You look up and her eyes would be all watery, causing you to go into instant panic mode.

- “OH MY GOD PIECK BABY WHY ARE YOU CRYING NO I WOULD NEVER”

‗ ❍ hange

- oh hange isn’t too worried about some cadet crushing on you. They just brush it off. BUT WHEN THEY START TEXTING YOU AT 3AM-

- they must have a death wish, or a wish to no longer be in the survey corps cause they ass FIRED

- nah in all seriousness hange would call them into a meeting the next day, telling them it’s about something different than BAM

- “so you’re trying to sleep with my wife?”

-“I UH-“

[megumimania]

london boy eren, jean and connie hcs!!

a/n: back on my connie bs again after @westcinny said he gave central cee vibes i’ve been obsessed . also snuck eren and jean here cuz why not 🤭 the format changed when it got to eren and jean it was 3am when i was writing this and i got lazy sorry 😭

warnings: slight connie x reader if you squint! v brief mention of weed

mini glossary:

bump- to get on public transport without paying

bait- someone who is well known.

leng- means beautiful or attractive

CONNIE

londoner!connie who is from south and is always repping it to the point where people are sick of him like bro we get it!😭

londoner!connie who is a trapstar/techfleece warrior even when it’s hot asf outside, he refuses to take if off

but when he does take it off trust you’ll see him in a white tee, grey shorts combo with a gold chain and af1s

londoner!connie who always bumping train despite him having an oyster card with money on it (tfl be charging extortionate prices for the train tho😔)

londoner!connie who has several tattoos, (with one dedicated to you ofc) also has a shit ton of piercings

londoner!connie who’s playlist mostly consists of drill music (both uk and ny cuz he doesn’t have a preference) but is always on the hunt for new genres of music

londoner!connie who has deffo taken his birthday pic at canary wharf once 😭 (its a rite of passage for us londoners i swearrrr)

londoner!connie who used to use his e scooter to get around everywhere cuz he failed his driving test a couple of times. but now he’s driving a benz so progress ig!

londoner!connie who rarely goes to motives but when he does its because you ask him to, he always stands to the side with his drink watching you dance with your friends, before you drag him in to catch a whine from you

londoner!connie who is more of a smoker than a drinker, trust that he always has a blunt behind his ear but sometimes you’ll catch him sipping a magnum

londoner!connie who is ALWAYS at the chicken and the chip shop its gotten to the point where bossman already inputs his order without saying anything

londoner!connie who pops up to your ig stories with either ‘😍😍’ or ‘you’re looking leng icl’

londoner!connie who despite his cold demeanour is loved by the little kids on the estate like hes always spoiling them buying them sweets, toys all that shit

londoner!connie who calls girls darlin’ or babe

EREN

he would be from north or northwest london

eren would be bait like he prob has half of london on snap

he knows connie from mutual friends

fellow tech fleece warrior like he owns so much in so many colours omg

eren refuses to drive, he rides his e scooter everywhere or he ubers most of the time

he got banned from tfl after trying to bump train and got caught by the ticket officer

he’s always at motives like every week no matter how far they are

has several girls in rotation, london boys are not loyal sorry 😔

you can catch him at westfields tryna chat to girls

he got rich from crypto so he’s always at the shard or the ivy or at hakkasan

but he does fraud on the side always doing refund methods sigh

eren’s ig stories consist of him smoking, him thirst trapping with drill in the back or him flexing with stacks of cash

has an insane watch and jewellery collection

JEAN

Jean would not be from london lmao

but if he did he would probably live in like wimbledon or some shit

Hes one of those guys who claim london but they live in surrey

He’s a corteiz/stussy warrior he’d never be caught dead in anything else

Always talking about uk undergroud rap but only knows knucks or sainte

He forces the slang so hard 😭 when he knows that he had never spoken like that in his life

Jean probably drives a range rover

Hes’s always at hyde park

Jean is a vape addict like ik he has a collection of vapes LOOOL

he always shops at harrods and waitrose none of that tesco, lidl stuff for him

[nyxthejinx]

Heya!

I just saw your open for request post and want to commission an Cyno x gn!reader, please? :) a fluffy and spicy drabble would be lovely. Maybe smth like.. the reader is good friends with Cyno and Tighnari but the reader went on a journey thru teyvat and met the Aether (traveler) on their way and since then they traveled together and been thru much so they have a connection ofc and then when the reader and Aether visit sumeru and they meet Cyno - he will get all jealous? Cause he sees how close they are and he fears that he missed his chance with the reader? But obvsly its not like that and yeah. A lil bit of making out at the end, please? cause Cyno needs to let out some steam after his jealously :^)

Thank you for doing requests btw!

FIRST. It took ages but I was able to sell my soul in exchange for inspiration only recently, I'm so sorry. SECOND thank YOU for asking, I wasn't sure about this until the 3am among us potion made it work. THIRD beautiful pfp, akaza bb fr i love him a normal amount I promise. FOURTH it's 5 am, literally I'm not kidding, I tried to proofread and all that but I don't even know what's my name anymore so I'm sorry for typos and shit. FIFTH I hope It makes sense, enjoy 💀

𝐓𝐖: Fluff and obviously spice (making out, vague allusions to the dirty deeds ;) ), use of petnames (dear, love), lemme know if I missed something.

𝐅𝐭.: Cyno, Aether (but he's your homie) - GN!Reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.5k

𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨: Rendezvous - Little Mix (god this song is such a banger)

Cyno fears nothing.

"Cyno, this is Aether."

Cyno fears one thing.

He'd felt so happy after reading your last letter. You said you'd be back in a few days with a special surprise, but honest to Archons the fact you'd be coming back to him - for him, he’d wanted to say, but not dared to- was enough of a present.

He surely wasn't expecting that this "surprise" would be none other than the Traveler who's saved Sumeru, though. A charming blondie who drifts a bit too close to you, in Cyno's opinion.

"We met in Liyue, he's amazing." You smile, squeezing the blond's shoulder. "He's a well known traveler across Teyvat, even in regions he has yet to visit!"

"I just help those who need it, not that much of a big deal."

Aether blushes and rubs his neck. Aether blushes. And you're touching him in a way that only close friends do.

It's fine, Cyno wants to think. You're allowed to do whatever you want in your life, he sure as hell won't stand in your way. He already stepped aside back in the days, as you excitedly told him how one of his worst fears came true you were leaving for adventure.

Everything to make you happy.

But his mixed feelings would always get in the way and unleash endless internal conflicts. It wasn't simply about not having you around, it was some kind of longing sitting inside his chest and screaming at you not to go.

It was the distance that made him realise: he was, and still is, far too in love for his own good.

And Aether could get in the way of that.

"We meet again, Traveller." The General nods, pushing down such shameful thoughts. "I'm glad to see you are both fairing well."

"It's all thanks to [Name], actually." Aether nudges you in the ribs. "They're really helpful, no matter the task."

You smirk. "Oh, what an honour. The traveller complementing me, a common, mortal nobody."

"Hey, I'm not that annoying!"

"Maybe. But you sure snore at night. That is annoying."

"Wh-! I don't. I know for a fact-"

No, you don't sound like close friends. You sound like a married couple. What just happened in this handful of months? Did Cyno hesitate too long and lost his chance? Now that he had decided to expose his deepest feelings?

"You guys! Paimon is starving here."

Paimon's shrill voice cuts short the bicker, as the Matra's jaw clenches. Good time, credits to Paimon, but seeing the two of you stroll towards the tavern didn't ease the knot in his chest the slightest.

Your laughter wasn't addressed to him nor to his uncanny jokes. He wasn't the one making you smile.

He was the moon and he'd just been eclipsed by the Traveller's brightest light.

Dinner was... Gut wrenching, to say the least.

You'd known Cyno long enough to tell apart his feelings even as he wears that stoic facade of his. While Paimon and the Traveller didn't have a single clue about the situation, you could feel his dry gaze burning holes on both of your figures, as if the sun had ascended back to the skies and everything around had turned desert.

He was feeling something you'd never quite seen within him.

It took you a bit too long to realise that the fair, lawful General Mahamatra was jealous, of all things.

He was so subtle with it, carefully hid his resentment in his voice and choice of words, in his gestures and mannerisms. But worst of all he didn't propose a single joke during the meal, not even when you laid the chance on a silver platter for him.

That had your mind reeling for the rest of your time together, and even afterwards, as you waved goodnight to Aether and Paimon. As you walked these streets you still know by heart with your dearest friend by your side.

As you choked on the thick air surrounding the two of you.

Maybe you should've left Aether out of it, for the first day, at least. Cyno hadn't seen you in so long, perhaps he didn't like the way Aether inadvertently hogged your attention the entire time when all he wanted was to hear about your adventures.

Yeah, you'd been an idiot for that one.

But, you still had an ace up your sleeve. Quite literally. One that would grant you his forgiveness and hopefully help you say the words to him.

Because of course, it took you less than a week far from him to realise you were smitten for this dad-jokes-spitting being.

You patted your side as you approached Razan Garden in all its glory, and sighed at the feeling of the rectangular box still inside. You could do it, you had to! It took you months of preparation, you wouldn't let it go to waste.

"[Name]." Cyno's voice was soft, as if to match the atmosphere lingering in the marble gazebo. He'd stopped a couple steps ahead of you, but didn't turn to meet your eyes. "My congratulations and best wishes."

You alt abruptly at that. Where the hell is it coming from?

"Uh, thank you?" You quirk a brow. "Did I do something special without knowing?"

He chuckles under his breath. Yes, you are special and he's grateful a being so perfect can exist in this world and is part of his life. But he would never tell you that.

He turns instead. His eyes rich with emotion, gentler. "I'm beyond glad that you found the right person out there, [Name]."

Oh. Oh.

"I only ever hoped for your happiness and well-being, during this period of time."

"Cyno, wait a sec-"

He takes a step forward. "If I had to voice my honest thoughts... I must admit I couldn't find peace of mind knowing you would've been out there alone."

"Cyno-"

"But I see you're perfectly capable of handling your own," the man sighs, shakes his head. A small smile curves his lips. "Just like you've always done."

"Oi-"

And then he's placing loose hands on your shoulders, as if he's in some kind of automatic mode and has to finish the speech at all costs.

For a moment you think he's gone absolutely senile. "Still, I'm relieved you have someone who can watch your back, now. He's a kind-hearted person, level headed, the best you could wish for-"

"Archons' fucking sake, Cyno! Will you hear me out a damn second?"

Cyno almost jumps back, taken out of his weird reverie, but you're quick to trap his face between your hands. You're close, closer than you'd wanted to, unfocused in your frustrated fervor. So much his breath warms the apple of your cheek, as it wasn't burning already.

You take a breath and force more words out before you can cower away from it. "I get where you're coming from, I neglected you today and acted like a shitty friend. And I'm sorry for that."

You lower your gaze to the ground. Now or never. "But it's you, okay? It's always been you! I could travel across all Teyvat and even Celestia, but it's you and just you. So drop that thing you're on about please."

That was disgustingly corny. But hopefully did the trick, you guess.

A beat passes. Then two. You don't see his face, you don't have the courage to take a look at the mess you've made. Him being jealous didn't mean he liked you, not necessarily. Maybe you should've given him the TCG deck and call it a night.

Another beat goes by.

"So... You and Aether are not...?"

He's gonna be the death of you.

You groan, a guttural sound that shouts exasperation from the deepest parts of your chest. All rationality goes to hell as you drag him closer and slam your lips together.

You're kissing him. Archons you're kissing him-

There's no time for Cyno to react. You're pulling away in a frenzy, hoping the ground will open for the Abyss to swallow you right now. You kissed one of your friends only to prove that you're single, and in fact attracted to them. Could it be worse than that? More humiliating and disrespectful to him?

"I'm so sorry!" You wave your hands around. "I shouldn't have without your permission! Are you okay?"

You search his expression for any sign of discomfort; he looks absolutely flabbergasted, but somehow weirdly composed like a bronze statue. His lips -god you'd just kissed them- are parted in the slightest, his eyes wide and yet still. The calm before the storm.

He's showing yet another sentiment you've never really seen him wear.

"Again." Cyno says.

You blink. "Uh?"

You feel his hand slither behind you and circle your waist, as he pushes your body closer. His skin is running hot like the desert's sands and you curse at his choice, or better lack of clothes.

His silver hair falls like a curtain, his eyes sharp. Dangerous, even, if you're not careful enough.

"Please, do it again. I think I've just seen the gates of Celestia." He mutters close to your lips.

That sounds more like him. You can't help but snort at his choice of words, shuddering all the same. The implications of said words dig a flaming hole in your chest.

"How can you be so smart, but dum dum at the same time?" You whisper, one hand traveling to the back of his neck, the other busying itself with stray locks of hair.

And you dip in for another kiss. One you sigh into, one that can be called kiss, actually. It's slower, but full all the same, scorching hot, pushed by feelings that were repressed for too long.

Cyno locks his free hand at your nape, never possessive, although firm. Small sounds bubble in the back of his throat when you bite at his lower lip, then backs just enough to mutter a couple words.

"Can you really blame me? It feels like a dream coming true." He pecks your lips, then presses his forehead to yours and closes his eyes. "I was scared you'd chosen him."

"So, all those pretty words from before?" You exhale a breathy laugh, cradling his jaw.

"I'd give away everything I have and am if it meant you'd be happy. I could only wish you the best and support you." Cyno smiles, pouting after the next words leave his mouth. "But it doesn't mean I would be fully content with the outcome."

Your brain has turned to mush. This man is too dangerous for this world, a hazard for you and your poor little heart that feels like exploding. It's a threat to your common sense and rationality. But most of all, it's damaging your brakes.

What he's telling you should not be legal.

"Archons, come here." And you kiss, and kiss, kiss again and again. You map each other's bodies with your hands as if it was the last time you'd be seeing each other. You press your mouths, clatter your teeth, intertwine your tongues.

You're straight up devouring in the dead silence of the night, in a public space. But as indecent the sounds you're both making are, it feels as if the world around blurred and blended into nothingness.

You've found yourself with your back to a wall, somehow, a couple buttons loose, skin hit by the cold air of the night. You -surely more clothed than Cyno- are an absolute mess, whereas his appearance doesn't falter much even at your hands' mercy.

It's unfair, he's unfair. He has no right to be this damn perfect even in the face of chaos.

"Not here, Cy." You manage to utter. "Let's go home."

His hand stops halfway up your shirt and he detaches from your neck with a small grunt, red splotches forming already thanks to his work. He doesn't sound pleased with your choice, but wordlessly complies, knocking you off your feet and picking you up so easily it's unfair.

And embarrassing.

You deadpan. "Seriously?"

He finds your eyes, suddenly composed as if nothing happened. "You seemed quite unstable on your legs, dear."

You're audibly gasping at that, whacking his chest and glaring daggers. "You!"

"Let's continue it home, now."

Cyno is really going to be the death of you, in many ways you'd never even considered.

It's almost dawn when you finally let yourselves snuggle up to each other in the peace of your home. More like his home, since yours needs more than a bit of cleaning after months of disuse, but he's made it clear already: everything that's his is also yours.

Cyno traces patterns on the bare skin of your arm, as you card through the knots on the back of his head, formed after... Recent activity. He seems too lost in your touch to even be awake, when his fingers stop.

"What was the surprise, in the end? Was it the confession?"

Your hands still, your face tightening at the question. When did you even... Oh, right.

"Would you be satisfied if I said yes?"

He pinches you.

"Owie!"

"You should know that what has been of this night matters more than anything, to me. Of course I would be satisfied." Cyno raises a thin brow, as his hand starts to descend agonizingly slow, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. "Was I not clear enough about my feelings? Perhaps you need a reminder-"

"Whoa, hold your horses, General." You chuckle, planting a kiss on his forehead before leaning over to your bedside table, where your bag had been thrown previously. "There was no way I'd come back empty handed after all these months, yanno?"

You pull out the wrapped box, place it in his hands. Cyno stares at it quizzically, but opens the packaging with care after you nudge him in the side.

Oh, his expression is so, so priceless. Cute, too cute, so cute you could die right now on the spot for excess of sugar in your blood. He looks like a kid who's just received the toy he oh so wanted and ranted about.

"It's not just any deck," You explain. "It's a deck made of cards I've gathered around from different regions. Some were more challenging to get, but I've been playing with you for a long time, haven't I? Of course I'd win."

Meanwhile Cyno takes the liberty to browse its contents, and just like you said, they're not from Sumeru. He's barely ever seen them, some are literally unknown, and he's ecstatic at the sight. How long did it take? How much effort?

"This is…" there's no right term to describe it. "Wonderful. You are wonderful, [Name]."

He goes for a hug and you feel like your bodies fit perfectly in each other's arms, as if it was meant to be. Right now, all that matters is this. And it will always be for all you care.

You smile into his shoulder, smooch the base of his neck. "Is it too early to say 'I love you?'."

"I would actually say we're late, Love."

"I love you, then, you Dum-Dum."

"I love you."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"You are like my asthma. You just take my breath away."

You make sure Cyno slams his head as you throw him off the bed.

DON'T copy/repost my work. REBLOG instead! ©nyxthejinx

[ghostiiess]

[NSB HEADCANONS] - oliver moy singing you to sleep

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pov: you can't slep, but oliver moy is here to help you

warnings: insomnia, not being able to sleep.. mention of neck kissing (not in a 18+ way), i think that's all? let me know if there's more :)

type: wholesome

member: oliver moy

it was like 3am

and you couldn't fall asleep

you wanted to, it's not like you wanted to stay up

(rest of the hc under the cut!)

you were so sleepy

you just couldn't sleep even if you were tired of your day

it has been almost 2 hours of you trying to sleep

and let's say you were tired of turning and rolling in your bed, hoping you'd fall asleep in a certain position

you were mad bc why couldn't you fall asleep? you were tired and super sleepy!

in hope to fall asleep, you went out of the bed

you quietly went to the kitchen and drank some cold water in hope it'll make you fall asleep or smth like that

of course, you weren't sleeping alone

oliver was there :))

when you came back to the bed, he softly put his arms around you and yawned

"can't sleep, pretty girl?"

you shaked your head

"here, come closer"

his head was on your shoulder while yours was cuddling against his chest

"you know what they say..! if you can't fall asleep, its bc someone is thinking about you"

you rolled your eyes

"they better stop, soon"

oli chuckled and started massaging your back with his fingers

you guys were practically hugging atp

"you are so soft" he whispered in your ear

i feel like oli would like kiss you on your neck (not in a 18+ way) while you are cuddling him

LIKE IDK WHY!!

to me, he would be the type to softly kiss you and compliment you

"you are so pretty"

"my cute baby angel"

"do you want me to read you to sleep?"

"or like, i could sing you to sleep.."

AND THEN!!! you're like :O bc like hearing oliver moy singing is like heaven

so, of course you said yes

he couldn't stop smiling, bye-

he was having butterflies in his stomach 😭 he didn't know you'd actually say yes

idk if you heard the acoustic version of 'sunshine' on the nsb music youtube channel (this is heaven, im not even kidding), but at the beginning, oli sang "you are my sunshine, my only sunshine"

the song is at the end of the hc 😈

so yeah, he would probably sing that to you!

and others songs he made with the boys ofc

and unrealeased ones 😏😏

"you like it baby? should i post it?" (the answer is yes)

this man is too sweet

he would also stroke your hair while singing

and if you don't have hair, then he'll rub your shoulders to give you a nice small massage 😌

and if you don't like massage, then he would simply hug you and kiss you on your forehead if that's something you'd like

oli = ray of sunshine

he'll wait for you to be asleep, before going to sleep again

like this man will never fall asleep before you

he'll always wait for you

that way, he knows you're okay

your security > his security

like pls this man do not care if he doesn't sleep! As long as you do, he's happy

i hope you guys understand what im trying to say here 😭🤭

anyways!! to conclude this hc, oli would be so sweet and cute

like he doesn't mind if he have to sacrifice his sleep for you

he'll always do it <3

taglist! (Open! Send an ask if you want to be in it!): @nsb-rkive @kentisbaby @firebenderwolf @hyuneee0

bold can't be tagged :(

the acoustic sunshine video is here! (the link is safe!)

the song i think oli would sing to you:

[teagballs]

take control | sub!gob x reader

authors note: finally made a version of this im happy with holy shit sorry it took so long. ANYWAY requests still open send me stuff!!!! i have 1 michael fic in the works and i'd like to write for someone other than gob and also maybe some fluff LOL

cw: blowjob, written with a fem reader in mind but i think it's gender neutral!! some angst if u squint, sub gob ofc, not proofread its 3am

nsfw below the cut

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you knew gob would like to see you take control in the bedroom. it was evident with the little whimpers and groans he would emit occasionally. you also knew he would never be able to ask you for this. it would hurt his pride; it would go against everything he believed about being 'manly'. but you were still desprate to hear more.

this all came to head when you had gotten home after date night. you both were pretty horny, hands all over eachother before even entering your apartment. gob grabbed your face and started to kiss as you entered your living room. his is tongue pressed against your lips, desprate for entrance. you obliged, opening your mouth with a hum. you broke away once you stood beside the sofa, sitting down and pulling gob by his tie. he let out a little groan as you did. your pride swelled at this. you didn't try to hide the smirk that grew on your face hearing this from him. you took the lead this time, holding onto gob's tie and tugging it, effectively pulling his face towards you again. the kiss depended once more. he let out a whimper at this. he flushed; embarrassed, but you couldn't get enough. the way you had him wrapped around your finger made his cock harden. but gob didn't want to appear as though he was less of man. you would never think of him like this but that's what he was raised to believe: men should be strong and in control.

gob pulled away, he looked conflicted. "gob?" you questioned. he was still hard, dick straining in his pants. he looked to you.

"I like that. I like when you do that." he said, words dripping with lust, but still uneasy with the idea.

"like what?" you said. you knew what he was talking about. you knew he was referring to the control you were taking.

"don't make me say it y/n."

"you like when I take control a little?" you smirked.

"yeah." he breathed. "but is it, bad? I mean, shouldn't I be in control?

"you don't have to be in control. I certainly don't mind," you smiled. he relaxed at this.

you leaned in, whispering into his ear, "especially when you make those noises." gob groaned with desire, turning his head to the side.

"is that what you want, you want me to be in control tonight?"

gob spoke, voice quiet, "please," he said breathlessly. the way he sounded made you clench. so vulnerable.

you were happy - proud even - that he was comfortable enough to let you take charge. you wanted to treat him for being so good. you stood up from the sofa. gob looked at you with confusion. you just smiled at him. you fell to your knees at his legs. gob felt his breath hitch as he realised what you were doing. his cock rubbed uncomfortably in his pants, the sight before him was so erotic.

"please." he repeated once more, yearning more and more.

"so needy," you smiled.

you reached to unbutton his trousers, his hips bucked involuntarily. you muttered out a soft 'haven't even touched you yet' and smirked before finally freeing his dick. you ran your hand around him, playing with the tip with your thumb.

gob whimpered.

"don't tease," gob groaned.

you returned back to your knees, "you ready?" you played.

"please just- oh fuck fuck fuck," gob's pleading was cut off by you engulfing his dick with your lips, taking a long hard suck before reaching the tip.

you removed your mouth from him, causing him to whine from the lack of contact. you started again, a small kitten lick to the tip, making his cock twitch. he took a sudden breath in. you licked again, then again, extending the amount of cock you reached each time, eventually taking it whole, making you gag from the size. his hips stuttered as you began to develop a pace, occasionally licking around the tip to elicit some moans from him. this was the most vocal you had ever heard gob. he was a whimpering and moaning mess. he was sweating, his hair dishevelled; he looked amazing.

he could feel himself growing closer and closer. he needed to cum. he continued to moan as his orgasm grew closer. he wrapped his hands in your hair, pushing your head around his cock.

"y/n I'm gonna f-fucking-," was all he could get out before releasing his load into your mouth.

you looked up at him again, mouth full of his cum. you swallowed, gob whined a little at that.

gob panted, trying to catch his breath. you stood up, sitting next to him on the sofa, admiring his form. "you should take control sometime again," he smiled weakly.

[bibibi-tchx]

do we think dom and one of his cgs have ever snuck off and just gone on a little drive w just the two of them?

like i can so see him and rhea just driving around, singing songs, dom pointing at all the cool cars and animals they see, and watching the sunset. no destination in mind, just driving to have a little one on one time w each other

a w w w w w w w w w w w w anon u have broken me :,)

i wld say it wld be finn- but for now we gonna stick with mami and papi

its probably a case of dominik having trouble sleeping so one of his caregivers come up with an idea just to take him for a drive because normally the motion helps him fall asleep 

ofc damian lets rhea know his plan, but it IS three am, so she dont really mind that much

like nothing is working to get this little man asleep: no rocking, no bottles, no nothing 

“why dont you and papi go for a drive?” and dominik is much too caught up crying because of the fact that he can’t fall asleep and doesn’t notice where he’s going until damian has buckled him in the car with all of his blankets and a few stuffed animals as well, then hes jus ?? like ??? papi??? wha???

dominik is too small to even properly ask what damians doing as well- like he knows papi’s driving, but its too dark to even see where they are- dom is just happy to listen to the oldass cd that damians put in, its probably a cd that damians had for YEARS as well: although it may be old 90s rap, it shuts lil dom right up bcus papis singing along, so therefore he starts sleepily babbling along to some old ass MFDOOM

“only one beer left!”

“onnee be lef’” from behind dominiks pacifier and it MELTS damians heart to hear it

anyways destination? park!

its like 2/3am at this point, so damian dont have to worry about anyone seeing them as he picks dominik up, keeping him wrapped up in his blankets and pacifier in his mouth as he trudges his way up a hill

mind you they are BOTH in their pjs, but, once again, dom is too teeny to care, and it is two am- cmon whos gonna be watching? they live in a pretty kush neighbourhood, so it aint as if any weirdos are gonna be about

damian sits down on like a hill, and he just shifts dominik around so that he could see all the stars, and he is rocking dominik from side to side, talking about everything and anything related to space: what baby dont like space? considering that dom’s mobile is covered in stars, and his favourite lullaby is twinkle little stars, damian was so impressed with his own idea

and it works! doms asleep in no time as hes looking at all the pretty stars- especially cus damian knows that THIS spot was the best nearby, like their garden sucks for em cus idk writers continuity

then damian drives dominik home, and he is asleep the whole time, stays asleep as damian lowers him back into the crib, and rhea is just standing next to him as he does so

“how? how did that work?” in a whisper cus holy fuck

“hes like a dog- give him a car ride and a park, then hes happy.”

ty anon <3

[ohforficsakelibrary]

You Brought Me Poison Flowers

Chapter 3: Lettuce - If you wish to preserve yourself against temptations of the flesh, eat lettuce.

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Series Summary: Joel and Ellie settle into life in Jackson, one more easily than the other, until Joel is reminded of what normal feels like. The kind of normal that he perhaps never had. A series of one-shot glimpses into a relationship (no true plot here, people.) Soft!Joel. Two touch-starved babes. Slow-ish burn.

Chapter subtitles taken from Cunningham’s Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs by Scott Cunningham. Although herbal preparations are consistent with historic uses, nothing herein is to be construed as medical advice.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Herbalist!OFC (age-appropriate age gap)

Word Count: ~1.2K

Rating: Explicit 18+ / masturbation (m). Minors DNI.

A/N: Something awakens for the first time in years, burning under Joel's skin. He takes matters into his own hands. His massive, gorgeous hands.

This is a shorter one, but a little spicy. A little sticky. A little messy. Because you guys deserve it. And let's be honest, he does too.

Three weeks later…

Joel feels like he’s dying. 

He woke with a start right around 3am, when everything just became too—much.

The sound of wind whipping through the valley. The way it causes the branches of the spruce tree outside to drag its needles across the roof. 

The way it’s too fuckin' hot, even in just the boxer briefs.

Static between his ears that turns to a roar.

The dreams. 

Chaos. Screaming. A gunshot.

Only ever one gunshot.

He’s face-down, right arm hooked around a pillow. Mountain breeze hisses through the open window and rustles the tufts of hair that aren’t sweat-slicked down to his scalp or plastered to the back of his neck.

The way it brushes across his back sends a shudder through him.

He’s not used to air on his bare skin after sleeping outside for a year. Being bundled in everything you own, borrowed, stole, plus a sleeping bag if you were lucky?

It numbs you to the sensation of anything on your skin. 

But here, now, in the safety of a home, in a community guarded by high walls, he feels. 

But everything feels wrong. 

Worn cotton sheets are too soft, the tired dusty mattress is too soft, down pillows are too fuckin soft.

His cock is too fuckin' hard.

It has plagued him these last few weeks.

Inconvenient half-interest at inopportune moments.

Out on patrol when his mind is free to wander.

Down at the Mess Hall when Lennie throws him a smile.

In the shower when his shoulders finally relax under the spray of heated water.

Insistently reminding him of desire's presence.

He supposes its the not having to fight for his life that's done it.

Cleared dust from forgotten corners on the spectrum of human emotion.

Joel groans into the pillow, canting his hips into the mattress, aching for some kind of friction.

He can’t remember the last time he’s done this. 

He’s been about survival for so long.

Stay alive.

Keep Ellie alive.

Try not to lose yourself. 

Go through the motions. One foot in front of the other.

And so this feels frivolous.

Being this out of his mind is a luxury. 

And so he luxuriates. 

He rolls his hips again, reveling in the pressure as he hikes a knee up to press more of his cock against the bed. He clutches the pillow with both fists, open-mouthed against matted feathers.

Rutting against the sheets.

One hand reaches up to grip the top of the mattress and it’s not long before the burn of fabric turns unpleasant.

Joel snakes his other hand under his stomach, reaching beneath grey cotton to take his hard length in a fist before flipping over onto his back and kicking out of his boxers entirely. 

He squeezes the reddened, desperate tip, catching the eager drops that collect there, and slides thick fingers down to the base of him.

He presses firm with his thumb and index finger. Right where it positively aches.

Pressure that tears a moan from his throat. 

Fuck.

Ellie is in the next room and unlike him, has excellent hearing in both ears. 

The thought of it is enough to nearly kill his hard-on entirely.

He takes a few harsh breaths and strains his ears to any sign of her stirring. A good two minutes of staring at the ceiling pass without anything from the next room.

His cock is still attentive when he turns his attention back, twitching in time with the pulse of blood in his veins.

Joel sucks in a breath and continues, slowly at first, thumb swiping over the leaking head, fingers teasing the underside just there, sliding his foreskin up over and down, again, again, again. 

It brings him close, but not close enough. 

The fingers of his other hand skitter over heated skin, through the brush of hair below his navel, chasing the flush up his chest to skim over a nipple, dwelling here before an image flashes across his mind. 

Lennie. 

He imagines a curtain of dark curls fallen across a face open-mouthed with pleasure. He imagines her small, strong hands braced against his chest. The column of her neck strained above him. 

Full bottom lip caught on teeth.

That there does the trick.

His hips buck faster up into his fist, slick sounds beginning to drown out the wind.

Joel wishes he could hear the sounds she’d make.

Soft and breathless before pleasure rips discretion from her.

Before he does.

He needs to feel her cunt tighten around him, but in its absence his hand will have to do. 

Joel turns his head to the side to muffle a moan in the pillow, pumping frantically before his rhythm starts to stutter.

A strangled grunt tears from his throat and his teeth sink into the pillow as thick ropes of come paint his stomach. 

When he finds himself again through sharp lungfuls of cold air, he hazily notes what he’s done.

Notes just how much there is.

How much he needed this.

His chest heaves, fist coated, stomach covered in come that pools in his belly button. He sweeps a finger through it and desperately tries to conjure Lennie’s presence. 

He imagines dipping white-tipped fingers into her mouth. Imagines her throaty hum of approval.

Have some fuckin sense, Miller. 

“Fuck,” he pants into the night, grabbing his boxers to mop up his mess before tossing them on the floor and flipping back over onto his stomach, hissing at the friction of cotton on his over-sensitive cock.

You’re fucked.

And yet. He still wants more. 

_____

Ellie’s already up by the time he makes his way downstairs, the smell of eggs and bacon wafting through the kitchen.

Normal smells. 

He mumbles a good mornin’ and pulls two plates down from the cupboard because he knows she always has trouble reaching them and never asks for help. 

If they were blood he’d say the apple didn’t fall far. 

He fills the kettle and reaches over her to appropriate a back burner. She’s quiet this morning but not awkwardly so. 

He hates it. 

He has no idea what, if anything, she heard. He has no idea if she had heard whether she’d try to talk over the awkwardness or pretend it never happened. 

And so Joel searches her face for anything—off. 

Nothing.

“How about that wind, huh? Tree branches scrapin’ across the roof the whole night.” He probes between bites of a stolen strip of bacon.

“Didn’t hear it. I was out last night. Mr. Hayes had me chasing pigs all over the fucking farm yesterday.”

“Hence the bacon this morning?”

A cheeky smile splits her face.

Joel fixes his fake coffee and grabs silverware as Ellie deposits full plates on the table.

“Bacon, eggs, and…salad.”

“What? We’ve had lettuce in the fridge for a few days, can’t have it going to waste. I fuckin’ grew that, man.”

At this he smiles and takes a bite. 

“You did good, kid.”

She hadn’t heard a thing.

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[mer-acle]

aah I was just about to send an ask to you about alisha and I realized the ends of my pj was wet (its too long)(ew ewewew) so I of course had to go and cut some of the offending parts of its legs out. (Yes ofc this was the most rational option. Idk what you're talking about. Athena would be proud)(I cut them bc they were too long and I had cut them before anyway)

Well that's a little brother to "impulsive haircut at 3am" that I didn't know existed lol

I find this very reasonable. Planning for the future, they won't get wet again sooo

[riveranova]

(A/N): Part twooo! I really enjoyed making this - if you want to see more, it's just an ask away! 💙

The IkePri Guys as Roommates x GN! Reader - Part 2

Warnings: Lichts part is a little sad, still mostly crack

Characters: Chevalier, Luke, Yves, Jin, Licht, Leon, Ikemen Prince

Word count: 854

Chevalier Michel

,,you have a roommate? i thought that room was your storage room''

you forget that hes there too

never ever comes out of his room - and if he does its at night

obviously reading smh

when you guys moved in he was ready to murder for the bigger room (he has a lot of books ok? ok)

honestly, always ready to murder

keeps a clean room

has this motherly power to magically make things appear

,,what do you mean, my scarf is in that drawer, i looked there alrea- WHY IS IT IN THERE NOW''

does everything at night

is super fucking tired in the morning

ohhh nooo are those the consequences of his actionssss?

try to wake him up. come on. try it.

doesnt give a shit about school and aces everything

90/100 would roommate again

Luke Randolph

can he be my roomie pls

he smells SO GOOD

i imagine that he smells like honey (duh) with a mixture of grass and other herbs

very outdoorsy and forces you to be too

takes you hiking, swimming or just for a lil walk

makes sure that youre always taken care of

honestly, like a big brother

doesnt give a shit about school and it shows

if youre not making him, this man can and will fail all his classes

,,i'm not school smart - but i'm life smart!''

preach brother, preach

LIVES for your food

he could make some himself, but your food just feels cozy and warm and maybe its just the copius amounts of honey in there but he would murder for your cooking

Loves to cuddle but falls asleep when he does

100/100 would roommate again

Yves Kloss

there he is, my man

i want to live with him so bAD

smells good, looks good, bakes good THE WHOLE DEAL

isnt good with words and gets akward REALLY fast

he may act like he doesnt care about you but behind the scenes--

i wouldnt say hes obsessed but like,,, kinda obsessed lmao

if you let him, he'll do your hair or your make up, your nails - bro would sit in front of your drawer for the entire evening just so he can find an amazing outfit for you

is never satisfied tho, so hes taking you out to buy clothes

hes a fashion major, obviously, so he uses the finished products for some of his sketches

i imagine him to be a pro with perfumes

will throw things at you if you pull all-nighters again (ofc still insisting that he doesnt actually care and that youre just too loud)

,,i made too much tea... and uh, baked too much. you'll have to eat some with me so it doesnt get bad.''

judges you, but like friendly

,,that shirt is so ugly. *long pause* you look good tho-''

80/100 would roommate again

Jin Grandet

sigh

i wrote a oneshot about it but like

dad jokes

BAD dad jokes

has one for every occasion and i BET my left boob that he has a little journal where he writes every single on down

its his little treasure and youre not allowed to touch it, ever (you cant spoiler yourself yk)

player™

not like Nokto tho, hes more of a gentleman

no touching you, just looking (no shame)

besides all that, i think that hes a great roommate to have

because hes a little older, he has great advice for literally any situation

listens and if you want to, he talks too

can be very serious and wants the best for you and his friends in general

do you get why hes one of my favorites

god i love him (this is 100% objective ofc)

1000/100 would (please) roommate again

Licht Klein

ayyy its that other guy

hes really, really quiet

studies a lot, sometimes too much

you sometimes have to remind him that he has to take care of himself

doesnt think highly of himself, so he tries to make it up with academic success

i relate a lot to Licht, so i imagine that you both would have really deep talks about life and everything

like, its 3am on a school day and both you sit in the living room, cuddled up in blankets and just talk

kinda like Yves, he acts like he doesnt care but always listens in the end

you need something and he doesnt want to help? bribe him with sweets and youre good

spends a lot of time with Notko but never brings him back home

mostly to save you some very annoying flirting

100/100 would roommate again

Leon Dompteur

the man, the myth, the one

goes for a walk every morning at 5am sharp

very athletic, yes yes

has zero shame and walks around without his shirt after he showers

did it on accident at first (he just forgot) but after he realized that your reactions to it where kinda funny, he does it just to fuck with you

can be serious, but chooses not to

life is short so he wants to live it to the fullest

he invites you to a lot of his trips

theme parks, the pool - youre always included

has a shit ton of friends and hates when he cant see them for long

hes that one extroverted friend that just runs around and adopts introverted people into his circle

i think that hes a little bit of a himbo tho

gets a ton of chocolate on valentines day and just goes ,,i have great friends, look - they thought of me! :D''

nothing is akward for this man, nothing

90/100 would roommate again

[bluiex]

its tnt 'anon' here again to give you random scarian thoughts that probably originally appeared in my mind at 3am and i just remembered them now :

scar not being able to sleep without grian and soo in last life he has to sleep while hugging a pillow and tries to convince himself its him *dies*

and thenn grian goes to bring back his stuff after he goes to red and just walks into his house like "?? where is he" and he goes over to where his bed is just to find him sleeping (bc it WAS like the middle of night when he died and. well he just died, the mans gotta be a lil sleepy) with the pillow in his arms

scar HAD told him while on hermitcraft that hes ended up being unable to sleep without grian in the same bed, but grian had only remembered that then and then he felt really bad ofc

grian decides to move the pillow out of scars arms and then replaces it with himself <33

scar wakes up in the middle of the night (probably from a nightmare) and is just VERY surprised at grian being there but hes deffinitely not complaining and he quickly goes back to sleep after now he knows his partners there with him vfhuvfuvfuv

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AAKSKNCNFJF Scar wakes up to Grian still there.. Just watching him sleep in his arms until Grian starts to stir.. They both don't speak for awhile because when they do they'll have to go back to playing their silly game..