#and uh.... imma be real.... i barely hear anything about rings of power

[acediscowlng]

you ever think about how tentpole fandoms from 00s-2010s shows with huge followings that are going strong even now would just not exist if they were made in this day and age

[stripper-patrick]

Back to you 🥡 Grayson Dolan

Warnings: angst, hurt, smut

Song: Breathless by Star Cast

Relationship: Grayson Dolan x black plus sized reader

It was the first time I had seen him in a year and a half. He was wearing a fitted tee with some dark jeans and boots. His large hands clad with a short blonde girl.

It broke my heart to say the least. When he looks up at me the blonde keeps going to the other clothes picking through and he just stares at me. I can see the pain in his eyes. All the memories we ever created together. It’s like they’re being rebranded in his face all over again.

I find a small smile and plaster it on my face before turning on my heel. I sip on my drink and walk through the aisles of target. I just moved into my new apartment and I’m looking for some accessories to design my new home.

“Y/N” my heart drops and I turn around meeting Grayson who’s only 2 feet in front of me.

“Hey” he smiles showcasing that little dimple.

“Hi nice to see you after a while” I mean that genuinely.

“Nice to see you too so what’s up”

“Nothing I just moved into my new apartment and I’m trying to spice it up a bit what about you? I see you have a girlfriend”

He looks back at her then back to me with a forced smile.

“Yea that’s Layla”

“She’s gorgeous” I whisper

“So you said you just moved into you apartment?” He changes the subject

“Yea it’s great right over near that Chinese restaurant we ate at all the time”

“Oh ok those are nice well don’t hesitate to call me if you need help I’d be happy to help” he smiles

“Gray lets go” his girlfriend squeaks

“Alright” he looks back at me “like I said don’t be afraid to call me”

“Thanks Gray” he leaves and I’m left with the whiff of his cologne. I grab some accessories for my new home and leave the store.

...

The last thing I need to put together is my bed and bed frame. I can’t pick that up my myself cause it’s heavy and I really don’t wanna break my nail. I grab my phone and scroll through my contacts. I click on ‘Grayson 🥴’ and press the call button placing the phone to my ear.

On the second ring I hear his deep voice.

“Hello”

“Hey Grayson it’s me Y/N”

“Hey” he perks up

“I was wondering if you could to help me with my bed frame and mattress. It’s too heavy for me by myself uh if your busy don’t worry about -“

“Please Y/N you know I got you send me your address and I’m on my way”

“Ok great thank you so much” I hang up and take a deep breath bracing myself. That’s the only left I have to do and I’m so glad he’s willing to come out here at 8 at night but what if we talk about the past and he tells me how in love he is with his girlfriend and it’ll just break my heart.

I sit down for a minute and just think until I hear a few knocks on the door.

I get up and open it seeing Grayson with a bag that says Thank You.

“I brought Chinese”

“You read my mind” I allow him in and we set on my couch with the Chinese food.

“How much do I owe you”

“Don’t worry about it”

“Gray are you sure”

“Yea were good” we sit down and eat in a comfortable silence. He breaks it.

“So how’ve you been since we last seen each other?”

You mean since we knew we were falling apart? Peachy.

“I’ve been ok what about you”

“Fine” he nods. We fall into a weird silence and I swallow thickly.

“So this mattress and bed frame?” I nod hopping up to show him. He follows me into my bedroom and I have have the bed frame sitting still in the box. We sit down crossing our knees and starting to build the bed.

I turn on some music and enjoy his company.

...

“I remember when I took you to my cousins wedding and you spilled red juice all over her dress” Grayson laughs “she looked like the Japanese flag”

I laugh uncontrollably at the memory “that was the day I wore your favorite dress”

“Yup that beige dress that came down to like here” he points to the middle of his chest “and the high thigh slit”

“I still have that dress”

“Do you?”

“Yea it might be a little tighter on me but I kept it”

“I still have that dark green velvet suit you like on me”

“Ugh that suit” I smile thinking about the night he wore it and I tore him up that night.

“We had sex like 4 or 5 times that night”

I think about it getting myself all riled up. He has a girlfriend what am I doing?

I change the subject real quick “the mattress is right out here”

I stand up and he watches me walk out the room. Soon after Grayson appears and we pick up the mattress laying over the boxspring. I open it from the plastic and let it unfold on the boxspring taking its form. I look at Grayson and smile.

“Thank you so much uh here” I go in my bag and hand him $40.

“No it’s fine”

“No please”

“Y/N I said no” his voice was so powerful and demanding.

“Well then how do you want me to repay you?” Big mistake.

“You don’t want me to answer that” his answer is full of lust.

“Why is that Grayson?” I challenge looking up at him. If anything else turned him on it was eye contact.

I don't want to hurt you

I just wanna blow your mind

Tonight imma leave you breathless

Breathless

He sighs and cups the side of my jaw getting fingers wrapped in my hair. Which isn’t mine but we won’t discuss that right now.

“You know the ways you can repay me Princess”

And I know I'm a rebel

Baby, hope that you don't mind

I just wanna leave you breathless

Breathless

And I oop- I haven’t been called Princess in a very long time- scratch that been called Princess AND FELT SOMETHING!

“God I’ve missed you” he leans down and presses his lips on mine pushing me back on the bed “I think since we just made this bed we gotta test how strong it is”

“I think your right” he kisses me again and I get so lost in it I didn’t realize he was taking off my clothes. My underwear are soiled.

“Your so wet for me and I haven’t even touched you yet” I moan as he touches my throbbing clit. His middle finger rubs small circles on it and I moan.

“Gray please don’t tease me”

“If I remember correctly the teasing turned you on” he kisses my neck and I wet my dry lips moaning.

“I think you’re ready for me princess” he pins my hands above my head and takes off his pants revealing his tight boxer briefs. He leans forward grinding himself against my bare pussy.

“Grayson” I whine

“My rules haven’t changed princess” he had a strict no whining policy simply because in the end I’d get what I want.

Finally he teases my entrance and pushes his girthy long dick inside of me and I arch my back.

Honey, don't worry

You are on your way to heaven

Just relax

“Sorry was I too rough”

“A little it’s been a while”

“I noticed your so tight” he smiles. His lips reconnect with mine and he begins to jut his forwards slowly creating the best torturous rhythm I’ve ever experienced.

“Grayson”

I don't want to hurt you

I just wanna blow your mind

“Tonight I’m gonna make you cum like never before” he always kept his word so I believe him when he says this.

Tonight imma leave you breathless

Breathless

I try to push my hips forward to meet his and get some faster rhythm going on but he stops altogether and sits on his knees. Grayson has fucked me like this one other time and I couldn’t walk for about a week.

He puts my legs on his shoulders and starts to drill me.

And I know I'm a rebel

Really hope that you don't mind

“You like that princess” my answer turns into a moan and I grab his hand wrapped around my thigh. My jaw drops as he finds my g-spot utterly destroying it.

I just wanna leave you breathless

Breathless

“Gray wait please slow down” I moan

“Take. This. Dick” my entire body is bouncing and my moans fill the room. I’m breathless just how he liked it.

“Fuck” I moan. My leg drops to the crease in his arm and he scoffs up further using my shoulders to pound into me deeper and harder.

“Gray I can’t take it anymore please”

“I love when you beg for me princess” he grunts. I clench myself around him and cry out when he rolls my hard nipples between his fingers. Everything just became electrified.

“Grayson fuck” I warn

“I got you princess cum for me come on” he locks me in place and my vision blurs as I scream out gripping the sheets and arching my back. My legs shake uncontrollably and I watch as a smirk spreads across his face.

Once I’m juiced out I push him off and lean down forcing his dick down my throat. I look up to see the look of bliss smeared across his face as he coats my throat with his children.

“Oh my god” he moans. He grabs a handful of my kinky curls and forces me down just a little bit more. I gag a little and he chuckles.

“You always knew how to take my dick princess” I come up and wipe my mouth. He kisses me and I come to my senses pushing him away.

“Oh my god we just had sex”

“Yea it was just as great as the other 50 million times even that shitty plane we did it on”

“Grayson you have a girlfri-“

“Y/N I miss you and I’m so glad you called me over and we did this. I don’t want her anymore”

“If you miss me so much then why did you break up with me”

“Cause I wasn’t straight with myself and it felt like we were drifting Y/N I need you to believe me this time when I say I need you. After we broke up I wasn’t ok and the only reason I even dated Layla was to fill the hole that you left and it didn’t work” he explains

I’m speechless.

He shakes his head and grabs my cheek kissing me again. This one wasn’t filled with lust. This was filled with love and passion. I could feel how bad he truly wanted me back.

I groan and push him off.

“Grayson once you get it together we’ll talk until then figure out your life”

“Can we at least be fuck buddies” I roll my eyes

“Yes Grayson”

He smiles and nods. I walk past him earning a swat to my booty.

“That’s for not calling me for so long”

“Boy please” I go to the bathroom and smile to myself.

[dandelion-san]

Close Encounters of the Third Kind

Fandom: Yuri on Ice tags: humor, friendship, alternate universe, implied murder summary: While disposing of a corpse, an alien crashlands into Yuuri. (or the one where Yuuri is an assassin, Phichit is an alien and now his roommate, and Victor is the very ordinary bartender who is in love with Yuuri and is also his neighbor) notes: how many genres and tropes can I fit into one series? Answer: a lot. (warning for probable job inaccuracies?) 

–

Yuuri is just taking a break from dragging the two hundred pound corpse from his car to the woods when the world suddenly turns bright and a high-pitched ringing sound makes itself known. He covers his ears by reflex and quickly squeezes his eyes shut, taken so off-guard that he is half-delirious in both pain and panic.

But as soon as it came, the ringing stops and the light seems to fade away from behind his closed eyelids.

Before he can tentatively open them, something heavy crashes into his body and sends him to the ground.

“OW,” says a young voice.

Yuuri’s eyes snaps open. He blinks rapidly at first, clearing away blurriness and the black spots appearing in his vison, but the first thing he sees is the starry sky.

…Actually no.

The first thing he sees is smoke and fumes coming out of a very large saucer-shaped ship that is currently crashed into some trees just up ahead. That – that is – something with a size of that magnitude – how could he have missed – what?

No, seriously. What?

Very slowly, he turns his head.

There is a boy who looks just a little younger than Yuuri himself (NOT AN ALIEN, his brain says in Denial) lying next to him, eyes closed, curled up in fetal position and rubbing a bump on his head. His hair is in a funny bowl-cut that is currently sticking out with leaves and sticks and there’s dirt on his face. There are two antennas sticking out from his hair that is curling and uncurling (NOPE, his brain continues to say). Obviously a physical deformation, of course. Obviously.

Yuuri swallows thickly.

The boy opens his eyes finally, dark brown mirroring Yuuri’s own. The boy blinks, a reflection of his previous actions.

The boy grins sheepishly. “WHAT’S UP, DUDE,” he says. “I COME IN PEACE. THERE IS NO NEED TO TAKE ME TO YOUR LEADER.” He sticks his hand out in an oddly familiar gesture, palms flat with his ring and pinky sticking together and out from the others to make a ‘V’.

Yuuri, eyes wide, asks, “Can you, please, not shout?”

“SORRY,” the boy says. Then, “sorry. Is this better?” He gains a look of satisfaction at Yuuri’s whimper and then starts stretching his limbs out. “Wow, this is great! What a lucky night it is for me!” He laughs loudly and then rolls over to his other side, startling when he nudges the target’s body. “Hm, and what about you? Sorry about the landing, dude. Didn’t mean to land on top of you two. My name’s Phichit, by the way.”

Yuuri stares at the sky, refusing to look at the giant, smoking ship, or the Not-Alien talking to the corpse of his last target.

“Not a talkative one, are ya?” Then the boy pauses.

It is a long pause.

  “Oh my dear stars, I killed an Earthling!”

–

Yuuri has never had a conversation on this end before so he’s quite a bit out of his depth. But he’s trying his best, repeating what Mari used to do for him during his crying-sessions, and he’s not doing too badly if he does say so himself.

“Come on now, just breathe,” he says in a croon, rubbing the Not-Alien’s back. They are currently sitting upright together while the boy has his knees up and currently sobbing into them. He is so distraught that everything about him looks like it’s drooping, like his antennas which are hanging low over his ears like a sad puppy. “Yup, there you go. Just let it all out. You’re doing so well, buddy.” The tears are glowing a bright blue. Yuuri refuses to acknowledge this.

Phichit says, hysterically, “I’m so – sooo sorry, I didn’t mean to k-k-kill your friieeeend.” He can barely even get the sentence out and wails out the last word.

“No, no, no you didn’t!” Yuuri is quick to reassure him. “See, he was already dead. And he wasn’t my friend,” he adds.

The tears are actually starting to stain his shirt. Not that it is glowing, or anything.

Yuuri gently tilts Phichit’s head up with one hand. “It wasn’t your fault, I promise. Okay?” He gently pats his head with his other. “There you go. Shh, shhhh.” Thankfully, Phichit is visibly calming.

He peers up at him with watery eyes. There are two rings in his irises. “R-really?” He hiccups.

“Oh yeah,” says Yuuri. “He was definitely already deader than dead.” He smiles a little, fondly reminiscing his little adventure from that afternoon. It was such a challenge trying to get into the target’s office. The mercenaries were a bit of an obstacle, of course, but nothing that he couldn’t handle.  

Phichit is staring at him in wide horrified realization. “Oh kriff.” He scrambles away, pointing a finger at him and shrieking, antennas standing straight up. “You! You killed him!”

Yuuri puts his hands up and slowly stands. He sweats. “Come on, buddy, uh – Phichit –“

“Back off!” Phichit hits the trunk of a tree. “They warned me about this! Earthlings are crazy, war-mongering people! I mean, what kind of species chooses to live on a Class F-designated planet that you people named after DIRT.”

Yuuri sighs. “Oh boy.”

He hopes he doesn’t have to kill this one.

–

“Twooooooooo Piña Coladas, please. One tab!”

The bartender, to his credit, just widens his eyes at both of their appearances – Yuuri, who is wearing a muddy and blood stained trench-coat over a skin-tight black jumpsuit with leaves and dirt in his hair, and Phichit who is Phichit. They both reek of alcohol.

(He mostly just widens his eyes at Yuuri. His breath catches in his throat. BA-THUMP, screams his heart, while his mind screams ohmygodit’shimwhatishedoingherehe’sadorableaseverIhopethat’snothisboyfriend.)

“Dun listen to ‘im, he’s a murderer,” Phichit slurs. His eyes reflect oddly in the dim lighting of the bar, like a cat’s. His antennas are wriggling.

“Imma good murderer,” Yuuri grumbles. He shoves a hand over Phichit’s mouth. “Shh, listen. Listen! Imma good guy and the dead man was not a nice man which is why he’s dead!” He shoves his other hand over Phichit’s head. “Stop movin’!”

“I canna help it!” wails Phichit. “I canna control ‘em!”

Yuuri giggles, letting go of Phichit to cover his face. The bartender, whose nametag reads VICTOR, shoves two cups at both of them.

“Here are your Piña Coladas,” he tells Yuuri. Yuuri wonders why his voice sounds so deep and why the bartender is smiling at him like this. He squints at him.

“Ya look kinda… familiar…”

The bartender gives a sparkly grin, and pulls at his tie. “D-do I?” He looks pleased.

They both get cut off from this line of conversation as Phichit spits his drink out. “GROSS,” he howls. He tears up, his eyes gaining a wet blue shine. “What’s happenin’ ta me? What didja do ta me? Who are ya? Who am I?”

Yuuri is not listening. He quickly downs his drink, wiping off his lips with the back of his hand when he’s done.

He strips off his gloves. Then his coat. Then he turns to the bartender and gives him a saucy wink.

“Wanna see my guns?” he purrs. “Victor.”

The bartender looks around wildly, but most of his customers are not paying attention to them as they are too busy wallowing in their own lives. There are a couple drunken people who are staring at them, but they are mostly staring at Phichit. “Um,” he says. His face is so pink that it looks like it’s glowing. He turns back to Yuuri and swallows thickly.

Yuuri licks his lips and stands up. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly raises his leg up and places it on the counter. He reaches down to the holster that is wrapped around his thighs.

“Oh,” the bartender says weakly. “You mean guns, literally.” He’s staring at Yuuri’s legs now, visibly sweating. (He misses the fact that there is something very obviously illegal going on his bar and instead feels a hint of disappointment.)

“Mmmhmm.” Yuuri pulls out a black handgun. “Beretta 90Two,” he says dreamily. He sets it down on the counter. Then he puts his leg down and starts to strip out of his jumpsuit.

–

“Oh my god,” Yuuri whispers the next day, after vomiting three times in the toilet. Phichit is snoring somewhere on his bedroom floor, covered in glitter and lipstick stains. Yuuri stares at him for a while and then sighs.

Okay, yeah. So aliens are real and now there’s one in his apartment. Whatever, what’s an alien compared to the time he slipped into Guantanamo Bay for a mission? Or the time he was caught in a power struggle between two mafia groups and Interpol? Or even the time he was kidnapped by a megalomaniac and had to pole-dance his way out? Now that was wild.

Besides, there are more pressing matters to attend to. So Yuuri cleans himself up as best as he can. He throws on some clean clothes and takes off his contacts, which feel like they have been crusted to his eyes. After grabbing his glasses, he walks outside and across the hallway and contemplates death.

He knocks instead.

A dog barks somewhere on the other side and then someone curses – there’s a crashing noise. A few minutes tick by with Yuuri growing ever more concerned, when the door finally opens, revealing his neighbor whose eyes are bloodshot and hair in a wild disarray. He’s still wearing his bartending uniform, only now it’s stained in various places.

“Hey Victor,” Yuuri says. “I am so sorry about what happened last night.”

Victor shuts the door in his face.

Yuuri stands there, stunned, as he hears what sounds like muffled screaming, but then the door opens again.

Victor leans against the frame, casually. “Don’t worry about it,” he says with a mega-watt smile. “It was fun!”

Yuuri doesn’t really know what to say. He still kinda wants to go die in some ditch after humiliating himself in front of his attractive neighbor last night, but also because he may have outed himself and he really really really does not want to kill Victor, who is constantly running out of flour, sugar, or other miscellaneous baking/cooking ingredients. Yuuri has yet to taste a single non-alcoholic creation of Victor’s and Victor owes him after two years of begging off some sort of ingredient from him.

(Yuuri does not think about other reasons he may not want to kill Victor)

“Do you want to come over for breakfast?” he says instead and then blushes.

Victor brightens. “Yes!” he shouts and then coughs. “I mean, yes.”

–

Phichit – whose skin is now green, like actually green – runs into the kitchen where Yuuri has just finished making oatmeal and eggs.

“Everything hurts,” he warbles.

Yuuri sighs and shoves a glass of water at him. “Drink. Drink it all. Then go lie down.”

“Ugh.” He wobbles to the couch and collapses, sobbing of “war-mongering dirt people.” His antennas sway back and forth soothingly.

Victor, eyes wide, starts to yell.

–

Well, if Victor has finally noticed that there is something just a little different about Phichit, then Yuuri figures he’s probably safe for now.