#anyways love feeling the music in my body

[luiluvr]

touch || luigi mangione

oh hii !! i saw @vershautece’s post and hadddd to write this, and deepest apologies i have NOT written smut before like my blog is losing its virginity </3 anywaysss hope u enjoy it!!

WARNINGS: f!reader, 18+, sex, dry humping/thigh riding, lu cumming in his pants, college!luigi loses his virginity, unprotected p in v i tried proofreading but when i wrote this i was half asleep so ☠

SUMMARY: Literally just sex (taking Lu's virginity :3) and dry humping him in his sweatpants gahhh

WC: 2.8k

Mess, mess, what a mess! Homecoming at UPenn was no joke. The frat boys painted their bodies the college’s colors, rowdy hallways and loud music. The campus buzzed with life; and the boys showed no shame — especially Luigi Mangione. He was new; a freshman. In contrast to the other male students, he was different. Had the smarts you know would take him many places, the charisma of a romcom boyfriend, everything you could want or need.

Lucky for you, he had his eyes drawn to your pretty figure, the way your skirt bounced, your thighs, and overall, your smile. He loved those rosy lips and kind flashes of teeth. 

“Did I get my back?” Luigi asks his friend, Lane. 

“Barely.” His friend chuckles, most of the paint on Luigi’s lanky figure was dried. He just needed assistance mapping out the ‘P’, since he and his friends were going to line up in the stands and spell out Penn. 

“Can you help me then?”

“No, I gotta get help myself, I’m not gonna paint you, that’d be weird!” Lane laughs. Luigi’s thick, bushy brows furrow, “what do you suggest then, Dr. Know-it-all?”

“Get the girls to do it.”

“Oh come on,” Luigi sighs, “I don’t want them to be uncomfortable.” Lane sighs, “they’re not gonna be uncomfortable. If they like us, anyway… You could ask Y/N..” Lane teases him, smirking and bumping his shoulder.

“We still have an hour or two.” Luigi nods, plenty of time to get painted on by his crush. You.

 So, with their heads held high, the boys walked the campus with their bodies painted blue and red to the dorms where you and your friends stayed. Your roommate was actually dating Lane — you never quite understood that. A knock at the door later, and the girl’s fun get ready for homecoming was crashed with body paint. 

Unfortunately for Lane, he forgot the second bottle of white paint. Your roommate accompanied them back across campus.

The other girls had disappeared, including the last blue-painted boy; leaving you alone with Mangione. You side eye him a moment, he stood awkwardly, rubbing his cracked, painted palms together. He had smuggled the white paint bottle.

You looked so cute to him, your creamy thighs, carefully lined lips and the white skirt with a blue blouse. He could feel himself growing a bit hard. It was embarrassing, you were so pretty and perfect to him, but he was a virgin — contrary to popular belief. He just liked you. He wanted you.

Luigi finally breaks the silence, watching you pull the rollers from your shiny hair. He clears his throat, “uh, Y/N?” His voice was a bit shaky.

“Yes?” You reply, your voice as smooth as honey.

“When you’re done… Would you mind helping me paint my back and uhmm.. The P on my stomach?” Don’t blush, Luigi. 

Oh he’s so cute, he’s so shy asking you, his bunched up curls and tall stance. You shiver at the thought of touching him.

“Sure.” You said simply, not wanting to seem too excited. 

After a bit you finally tended to him. You coated your hands in the paint and slathered it over his boney back. He wasn’t exactly the most buff guy, but he had a normal body for this age. He was really attractive, he wore those slutty gray sweatpants every girl begs her boyfriend to wear.

 In this case, you didn’t ask him, he came to you like that. 

It wasn’t your fault it was so obvious, the gentle outline through the fabric, you avoided looking at it, so he wasn’t weirded out by you. You always knew this guy was packing. Literally. He had you paint down to his waist, his v-line was so prominent.

For Luigi, your hands on him was like being dropped in heaven rather than the gates. He tensed a little at first but your warm palms soothe his occasional aches. He stood with posture and hopeful confidence, he liked you way too much.

“Okay, red’s done.” You state, showing him in the bathroom mirror as you wash it off your palms. “Looks great.” He says, you ended up using a blow dryer to get it dry faster. He had to sit down on the couch for a few, you did too. All that work plus doing your hair prior was tiring.

He looks over at you, his freckles show overlaying blush and his beauty marks are so perfectly placed on each cheek.

“What is it?” You questioned, wanting to know why he was staring so hard. He freezes and stares more, like a deer in headlights. “Sorry, I…I think you’re really pretty.” His cheeky, little crooked smile. You wanted to kiss him so bad.

“Thank you, Luigi.”

“O-of course.”

You smile warmly and tip your head back, looking up at the ceiling a moment, then he speaks up, his voice cracks. “I like you.” God, he was nervous.

“You do?”

“I do.”

“I like you too.”

“Really?”

“Mhm.” 

He silently cheered and ran a lap around, celebrating in his mind, but outside he nodded and looked at you as though you’re the only girl to ever exist in this world. “I really like that skirt of yours too.” He blurts.

“Yeah?” You chuckle.

“Yeah..” He bit his lip subconsciously and looks down at your thighs, pressed together and pressed to the cushion, he was almost jealous the couch could be sat on by you. He wanted to kiss up your legs and praise every part of your body, and let himself get lost in his sexual desires for you, he wanted-

“My eyes are up here, Lu.” You smile. His hazel irises dart up, his cheeks impossibly turn more pink, and he starts to get cocky.

“They are," he says quietly. “I wanna look down here though.” He continued. Something changed, like the quiet, nervous atmosphere had shifted into an undeniable need, longing and prayers that it would evolve into something soon before one of you lost it.

You stood to get the white paint from the table, but Lu grabbed your hand and stopped you abruptly. “Luigi?”

“C’mere.” He whispers, pulling you down on his lap, somehow, at some point there was a spurt of confidence in him that shone like a star now. “Lu-“ 

“Shhh.” He says, looking at your body in his hands, although clothed he can only imagine what lies beneath it. He blinks, then reaches for your breasts. He looks for reassurance, once you nod he’s practically a goner. His large, slender fingers are groping and squeezing your boobs, so gently yet possessively in a way you liked. 

“You’re s-so..” Words are uncomprehending in his brain, all he thinks and sees is lust. He leans forward and kisses between your collarbones. Slowly up your throat, stopping at your jaw. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I need you so badly, Y/N.” He murmurs, looking at you greedily. 

With a tug, he popped open the buttons on your lace blouse, you were never one to wear a bra underneath a top like this — so when he was met with bare breasts, he almost frothed at the mouth. It took a moment before he gazes between your face and boobs, you nod; and he’s gone. Again.

His kiss was tender and he only suckled for so long before nursing the other breast, kneading one softly, then switching off. It felt so intimate, yet so sweet coming from him. You could only moan, letting your fingers curl up in his hair.

Then he cupped your ass, squeezing the flesh and all he felt was the dampened fabric of your panties under the skirt. His eyes meet yours like a needy puppy’s. “You want me…?” He asks, in a state of disbelief that this was real. 

“I do.”

He fidgets for a moment, he wanted to tell you, but you had an idea. To try something different but equally pleasurable for yourself, he had no clue what you were doing until you were doing it. Softly, you straddled one of his thighs and began moving your aching need against it. He watched in awe, his cock was getting harder from the warmth, the fabric friction and your sounds. The sounds…

He exhaled, holding you in place, he nudged his thigh forward, causing a gasp to escape you. Each second grew more needful for both of you, he was so turned on he couldn’t think straight. “Lu,” you moan, and moan. Gently dry humping his thigh, it was so tender. You were so wet you left a small stain on the thigh of his sweatpants.

He was desperate and being a virgin in this state, he needed something more. Luigi grabs your hips and moves you directly on his erection. He leans so he is almost laying back, with you on top, he encourages you to keep moving.

You do.

You humped him through the sweats, his hardness rubbing against you in all of the right ways, your eyes flutter and you can feel how desperate you’re getting to have him inside you. Luigi could barely handle it, he was whiny, enjoying the view of you rubbing against his tented pants. Every now and then he’d buck up against you…

It became too much, he was guiding your hips, making sure you felt him against your pussy and ass — he groaned, feeling the twitch in his pants become more consistent until you moved so much he panted, begging you. A warmth spread against your panties and you lifted up, glancing down to find Luigi came right there in his briefs and sweats. It was a little endearing to see the male’s cum in that place. He blushes profusely, looking at you with embarrassment. “S-sorry.”

“For what?” “I came too fast.” He whispered. “I don’t think so.” You laugh softly, gazing at the mess you made of him. You turn to face him and lean over, planting your first big kiss on his lips. He moans and cups your face, kissing you sloppily for a long moment. His tongue slipped in your mouth, mapping out, wanting to remember every detail of you.

“I want you.” Your voice rang in the air. “I want you too. Bad.” He pants, then debates — “But uhm… I’m a virgin.”

You grin, pinching his cheek softly. “Oh, Lu, you think that’ll stop me?” He gushes. You tug him up from the couch, then grab the paint bottle and head back to the bathroom, shutting the door behind the both of you.

One hour to gametime.

Your fingers moved across his abdomen and lower chest, tracing the letter P, he was so shaky and sensitive still from cumming in his pants — it didn’t help he couldn’t clean that up yet either. You took extra time and care to paint him right and once done, you teasingly wiped your paint-covered thumb over his dick in the sweats.

He whined, looking down at you, there was no hiding that! “Y-Y/N..” He cooed. Just that action made his member twitch with arousal and life again. “Yes?” Weak, Luigi was so weak to you. He kissed your neck as you cleaned the white paint from your fingertips, “p-please.” 

“Please, what?” You ask, looking at him as he shifts on his feet.

“Please… I need you to fuck me.”

“You’re sure you want me to be your first?” 

“Positive. That's all I want.. I want you, Y/N. Please.”

From confident to straight up begging to be inside you.

You finally cave in, and the poor thing was so inexperienced, but he wanted to do the work. He only wanted to please you. Following instructions, he shimmied your panties down from under your skirt and showed off your breasts again. All in the mirror. The counter was just the right height and he could bend you over it. You stayed there, letting him get himself ready, you told him, “do what feels right, don’t rush yourself.” He nodded and carefully went a step at a time, you arched a bit and he ran his large palms over your ass. Then he pushed down his sweats and briefs, his erection was almost worse than the one before.

Luigi gently stroked himself, shakily groaning as he stood straight, adjusted your hip and aligned himself, “there we go, don’t be shy.” You say calmly. He gently poked your entrance with his tip, rubbed a bit as you wanted. He was packing — just a lot more than you expected. His tip alone felt so big and he wasn’t even inside you.

“Slowly, now..”  He makes sure he’s still aligned right and gently uses his hand to guide his dick’s head into you. He watched you in the mirror. You gasp, not expecting that at all.

“Holy shit… o-okay..” You mumble, “Like I said, do what feels right.. okay?” Luigi nodded, feeling that confident cockiness coming back as he slowly pushed his length inside you, officially and fully, no longer a virgin. His face contorted, brows furrowed, he looks at your ass from this angle, the way your breasts spill out of the blouse.

He let you adjust to his size – more or so, he had to adjust to your slick tightness — he really had to focus here. All he could think of right now was how your pussy felt like heaven.

A flicker of need, and he began pushing in, pulling out, repetitively. You moaned, he did too, enjoying the feel. He got the swing of it pretty quick and ol’ sweet, nerdy Luigi was a little addict after five minutes. His hips slapped into your rear, filling the bathroom with pleasure and his length completely stretched you.

Two desperate souls, desiring. Joined together in passionate lovemaking. Luigi loved how your breasts bounced back n’ forth when he thrusted into you — how you moaned, your eyes shut and rolled back, all of it in the reflection for him to take in. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna cum.” He growls into your ear, kissing your neck as he brushes your hair aside.

“Okay.” You hum, he glances at you in the mirror. “I can pull out-“

“Don’t you dare.” You smiled slyly, cutting him off. Luigi blushed, confused, but not stopping his thrusts. “Are you sure…?”

“Yes.”

He was hesitant but fuck, he loses his virginity to you and he gets to cum inside you? Double win for him.

His movements became sloppy and erratic, needy and quick. You were a squirming, writhing mess — especially when he curiously reached under you and began rubbing at your clit. For someone with zero experience he found it quick. It made you whine, it made him feel so empowered for that moment…

“Lu, I’m gonna..” You pant, your back arching against him. He leans you up and cups around your ribs, holding you steadily so he can just thrust faster, it was a change but it felt amazing.

He made you really cry out in pleasure, your walls clung to him like a last lifeline and he groaned deeply, using it to his advantage to get off. He moved faster, despite your overwhelming orgasm, overstimulating you by continuously rubbing at your nub and nipping your neck, “You’re so fucking sexy.” He whispers, you had no clue where his sudden spark came from to be dominant, but you loved it.

Not even a full minute later, you felt him cum inside you – something you both probably shouldn’t have done but gosh, it was so worth it watching him collapse on your back, heaving and planting soft kisses on your shoulder. “That was amazing, God, Y/N, I love you.” He paused, blushing more when he realizes what he’s admitted out loud; but your expression says it all. 

“I love you too.”

The both of you cleaned up, you fixed his painted body (and had to change clothes yourself, since some bits that didn’t dry, got all over you.) Thankfully Luigi had a spare pair of sweatpants, stretchy, black fabric. “Hold on, I gotta redo it now,” you smile. Although it meant ruining your makeup, you got the paint on your lips and pressed a kiss against the sweatpants, just over his dick.

“Huh – oh.” Luigi moans as you do so, he flushes and watches you. His heartbeat was quick and he felt so giddy. Gosh, he loved your touch. Then Lane and your roommate returned, he had the ‘E’ painted on his stomach. Now everyone was ready to head out and enjoy homecoming.

It was fun, Luigi and his friends walked together, but of course Lane’s observant eyes glinted. “You have fun Luigi?” He smirks. “What are you talking about?” Luigi responds. “C’mon, I know you had sex with her.”

“What? How?”

Lane pointed at his sweatpants, which he quickly remembered that your lips marked. He rubs his neck nervously and smiles. “So, you finally lost it?” Lane bumps their elbows. Luigi gazed at you, at your smile – laughing with your girl friends. He felt a sense of pride when you look back at him, his stomach flutters. 

It also didn't help you had a big red handprint from Luigi's palm-covered hands on your lower butt cheek, which if you walked a certain way, was completely visible in that skirt. Luigi smiled, because he did that.

“Yeah, I guess I did.”

TAGS: @vershautece @iinfinitelimits (lmk if u want to be added!)

[darling-devil2099]

Passionate dance • Shadowspice (Burning Spice x Shadow Milk)

Info : all the fanfics about CRK will be human AU

TW : this fic is a lil bit suggestive at the end

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Parties was something that Shadow Milk likes very much, mostly because he is the one who organize them. He also doesn't miss the opportunity to do his shows. Everyone loves them after all ! (Even if 'everyone' was just foolish puppets...) And since the audience is so satisfied, the jester decided to do it once a week. So now, on every Fridays' night it was "The Big Shadow Milk's Show" with a big party ! All of that in honor of himself of course. Tonight, he did his representation as usual. And like after every ends of the show, the rest of the party was happening on the dance floor. But Shadow Milk didn't dance. He only watched the others do it. Not that the beast doesn't like dancing, quite the contrary. The feeling of the rhythm in your body, the music guiding your moves, the adrenaline of the song... He loved that, he always did. The reason the star of the show doesn't dances at his parties is simply because he has no dance partner. He didn't want to dance with one of his 'fans' and dancing alone sucks... He had already thought of asking someone closer to him. But, he could never ask Candy Apple, she is a simp and wouldn't focus. Also, she was way too small for them to dance properly. Black Sapphire was a good candidate, unfortunately, he doesn't assist at the Friday's night parties. Shadow Milk had no other choice but to spend his evenings at drinking and looking at people dancing. It was a bit annoying, he had to admit...but he prefers being at a party than doing nothing. Of course, he was still alone in both cases, no matter how much he will deny it. As the hours passed, the clown had enough and declared the party was over. He thanked his guests and they all soon leaved. A sigh escaped his lips, he could finally go to his room and rest.

-Finally. I thought they would never leave. A rough voice spoke behind the blue haired, which took him by surprise. He turned around, his eyes meeting the tall and strong figure of Burning Spice. What was he doing here ? It wasn't his boyfriend's style to come over without telling him and even more at this hour.

-Spicy ? When did you get here ?

Shadow Milk asked, a bit confused.

-Since the beginning. You did ask me to come watch your show, no ?

The other replied. He was right, the jester had almost begged for him to come watch his representation.

-Well, yes. But you could have showed up, you know !

-No thanks, I didn't want your puppets to annoy me all evening.

The destroyer crossed his arms with a slight look of annoyance at the thought of these 'fans'.

-Not show up to them, silly ! You could have simply come to me !

-Please, we both know you would have present me to everyone after 5 minutes.

-Okay, okay. But you know it's because of how much I'm proud of you darling~ And I like to show it~

Shadow Milk smirked, walking closer to him and almost pressed his body against his. He then putted a hand on Burning Spice's bare chest, just wanting to tease him.

-Oh actually, I just got an idea ! The clown suddenly said with a big smile. Now that he had the black haired man with him, he could finally do the thing he wanted to do for so long.

-Don't tell me it's one of your stupid tricks again...

The taller sighed, already tired of his partner's teasing.

-Of course not ! It's even better~ 

The blue haired then made 2 steps backwards and held Burning Spice's hand (which was lot bigger than his).

-My dear Spicy, will you dance with me ?

At the shorter man's request, the destroyer scoffed a bit. Him ? Dancing ? Even a stick would be less tense. -I don't dance. It's useless and I'm not good at it anyway.

-Oh please, everyone can dance ! Don't act so grumpy ! I'll lead if you want. Pleeeeeeaaaaassssssseeeee ????

Shadow Milk asked with puppy eyes, determined to make his boyfriend dance with him. He had already thought of how it could be to dance with his beloved and really wanted to try.

-Fine...

The other beast gave up, not wanting to argue for something that was already lost. It made the jester smile ear to ear. He then dragged him to the now empty dance floor. He showed the taller man where to put his hands and as soon as they started, a slow and nice music started playing. The blue haired didn't even ask the orchestra anything, it was like they just read his mind. Burning Spice didn't really know what to do at first. Most of time, he looked down at his feet to try to not step on the clown's. As the dance went by, he slowly got used to it. They soon moved all around the room, their moves being more and more coordinated. Shadow Milk didn't felt like this since a very long time ago. Being able to let go of everything and letting yourself be one with the music was something that he longed to feel. Plus, being with his lover was a lot better than it usually is. The song ended but another one started quickly at the sight of them not stopping. It was a more dynamic one so the pace quickened a bit. It was also more passionate, more meaningful. Their bodies were touching more but most importantly : there was an eye contact. The destroyer's gaze had leaved his feet to meet the other's. The more they danced, the more they wanted to continue. The songs were getting more and more sensual as time passed. The jester sometimes teased the black haired by moving a leg on his hip, even when he didn't have to or getting his face a bit too close to his. Burning Spice could feel his mind was affected by the other's teasings but he didn't say anything about it. He liked the feeling after all. They didn't count how much they passed dancing before finally stopping.

-See... You can dance.

The shorter said, catching up his breath a bit and running a hand in his long hair.

-It's more like you used a spell on me.

The destroyer replied with a small smirk. His large hands were resting on the clown's small waist as they stood close to each other.

-For the dance ? Or for something else~?

-Surely both, knowing you.

Shadow Milk smirked back at him and leaned in to place a small kiss on his lips. He pulled away only to look at him smugly.

-Want me to show you more magic in my room then~?

Looks like the night was not over yet.

[ma1dita]

look don't touch

'between certainties and doubts' installment part of the mean!remus agenda, aka a moment from a terrifyingly convoluted teenage situationship between remus lupin and an unidentified Hogwarts student (x fem!reader) wc: 1.7k a/n: hello. angst. this was a request! loosely based off a true story...again. yes i was down bad.

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He was looking at you.

Every single time your eyes wandered around the crowded space, his emerald ones were locked onto your figure, piercing through every single one of your pores. Maybe it was the way your jeans fit your ass or the way your top clung to your body—he always did like you in blue. Deep blue, like the ocean tides he would chase after in Swansea as a child, feet smacking against the rippling water before it settles. Of course, Remus’ motivations were much less innocent now, 17 years of age—that of a grown man, as Sirius is always chuffed to remind him about. 

Time to put your big boy pants on Moony! Gotta put yourself out there to get a bird and lock ‘er down!

Little do they know, you’re his biggest secret, left chasing after the flutter of your sparkly eyelids as you imbibe yourself for a game of King’s Cup. He’s kept you in a pocket close to his heart (or on his dick, depending on the mood) and away from even his closest friends. A secret bigger than his lycanthropy is one he’d never imagine to have the privilege (or misfortune) of having. It was all so complicated in that big brain of his—and of course, the four shots of Firewhiskey he was dared to down back to back did nothing to help.

Remus’ gaze was simmering—setting you alight with his unspoken intentions. Almost overstimulating, as if you could choke on the cigarette smoke he blew out in plumes from across the common room, like he was pulling you in towards him and his boys. It’s hard to mind your business when a man is constantly in it, you realize—and no matter how many turns around the room you make, or glasses of Elderflower wine your roommate hands over for you to chug, you could not shake him.

Well fuck him, right?

With every bone in your body feeling loose and light, you’re shaking your hips to a song you can barely distinguish because everything around you is a blur. Alcohol lines your veins and you swear the next time you take a peek through your peripherals, Remus’ eyes are darkened—his stare feeling like a caress in itself, tugging at the desire in your core.

Fuck him—actually…wait, that sounds like a great idea.

The music is too loud in here—Peter’s turned on a song that’s made half of the room scream, and then you feel hands press into your lower back. 

Remus. 

One of his long fingers catches the sliver of skin that separates your top from your jeans and he’s whispering into your ear as he passes, a hot gust of breath, “Scuse us, lovely.” James is close behind him, tossing you a wink as they make their way towards Frank and Alice on the sofas. You can feel his touch even after he goes. Much of your conversations with Remus Lupin are dealt in passing glances and raised eyebrows. Who needs words when it’s clear you’ll go where he wants you to follow?

He knows that—it’s been the only habit you find yourselves consistent with. But perhaps the both of you forget yourselves when there are other factors at play.

Lily’s calling you over to the group, a pale slender hand waving you over with a disarmingly bright grin. The Marauders & Co. are infamous throughout Hogwarts, and especially within Gryffindor. It’s hard to find a spot to settle in, but you saunter over anyways, nth drink in a shaky hand.

She calls out your name gleefully, kissing you on the cheek, “This is my best girl right here—she’s bloody brilliant at Care of Magical Creatures, saved my arse for the term project!”

“High praise from the Head Girl,” you grin lazily, stumbling slightly on your feet, “Careful, Potter. One more sweet nothing from her and I’ll steal your girl.” The group laughs easily at the banter, James’ ears turning red at the notion. You’d never been one to run in their circles, but keeping the pace is easier than you thought it would be. That, or it’s the liquid confidence warming up the nerves. You perch yourself onto the sofa arm right next to Remus—your thigh touching his arm and he stills, mentally checking out of his conversation with Sirius sitting next to him, who instead looks over to you.

“Got a knack for taming wild things, eh, love?”

And Remus elbows him, making Sirius’ butterbeer slosh onto his silk shirt which he immediately whines about. You’re laughing now and Remus’ head starts spinning at the sound and the realization that you would fit perfectly into his life if only he let you—and he didn’t know what was more terrifying, that, or the fact that he almost wants you to.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Black?” you tease through half-lidded eyes. You’re plastered now, your foot slowly stroking up and down whatever you can feel of Remus and he locks eyes with you again, from much closer than he has all night. It’s electrifying, sends a chill up his spine he can’t hide. Glowing under the dim lights, you’re something of a sight for sore eyes—staring at him almost sinister. 

For once, he feels like the prey, trapped with nowhere to go. 

Like an idiot, his best friend starts to howl, sending everyone into a fit of laughter and Remus feels like he wants to crawl out of his skin. Nothing about this is funny and he feels like everything might unravel the longer he sits here.

And then your hand touches his shoulder, soft and gentle—your eyes are only ever on him. He takes a deep breath, tensing. You’re leaning over him, lips grazing his ear and Remus swears he can almost taste the scent of your skin, “Alright, baby?” It comes out sweet and dreamy, you’re liberal with pet names and no one thinks much of it, or everyone’s too drunk to care but he feels his heart beating up out of his chest and he chokes on it.

“No,” he mutters, his right hand resting onto your knee and you take it as permission to lean closer to him, legs spilling into his space and breasts filling his vision. The inebriation makes you candid, your hand behind his head on the backrest of the couch, reaching to comb through his messy brown hair—even when you’re drunk you just want to make sure he’s okay, eyes flickering unsteadily across his face.

And then he pushes you. Kind of.

The hand on your thigh jerks as he stands up and in your state you topple right over the side of the couch and land on your back to a chorus of giggles. You’re sticky and humiliated—taking a moment to stare at the ceiling and whatever worry you had for him takes itself out on the exhale.

Remus is standing over you, looking mortified—you swat his hand away as he tries to help you up.

“Someone’s had too much to drink,” Frank says playfully and his girlfriend tuts, grabbing you by the arm to pull you up.

“All of you boys are being mean to her!” Alice pouts, trying to dust the muck off the back of your jeans and you’re biting the inside of your cheek. 

“Nope, he’s right. I’ve had just about enough,” you laugh stiffly. I should…that’s my cue to go.” Without saying goodbye, you turn on your heel just before your lip starts to quiver. Remus calls out your name, but you’re running out of the common room like it’s a house on fire.

You’re going in the opposite direction of your dorm— almost in a full sprint, but he catches you by the arm, captures you even as you try to wrestle out of his grasp and when he wrenches you toward him with almost the same amount of force— fuck, you’re crying.

“Oh just FUCK OFF, will you?”

“Hey,” he shushes, as if he’s trying to placate a tiny little creature—maybe you are, he watches you fold in on yourself in real time and you push him away before he can get closer, “I didn’t mean for that to happen, okay? I wa–”

“You looked at me,” you seethe, chest heaving, “I thought, I mean, I wasn’t even…” you hiccup, shaking your head. You cringe, ripping your shirt over your head to rid yourself of this feeling of being disgusting, unwanted—throwing the dark blue fabric at his face.

“Fuck you, Remus. I was worried about you. Do you always think I’m trying to sleep with you? Is that all you see me for?”

He’s blinking slowly, eyes flickering up and down and he’s at a loss for words for a multitude of reasons right now, “I know that, lovely. I-I know.”

“What else do you want from me, Remus?”

Mascara is running down your cheeks. He wipes the tracks away with the sleeve of his flannel, but you won’t stop sobbing and he pulls you into his arms murmuring promises he can’t keep into your ear. It’s hard to resist, crumpling into his arms because even if it doesn’t seem like it right now, he’s the only one you want despite this.

“I’ll make it up to you, lovely girl. I’m so sorry. I want all of you, baby. I don’t deserve you.” Remus’ words are like a lullaby—through the state the both of you are in, somehow he gets you into your bed and draws the curtains shut lest your roommates see when they get back from the party.  His touch is gentle again, not lewd nor selfish, and you’re half asleep when you feel him wipe your face clean with a warm washcloth. You think he stays the night, you know it by the feeling of his breath imprinted into your neck so much that you still feel it when you close your eyes. And a kiss is shared, if not given, if only either of you knew where it begins and ends. It tastes of sleep and longing, and you savor it, giving in before he does. Remus looks at you for a few more hours after, deep in thought until his own eyes give out from exhaustion—still, he stares until he can’t. 

One day, it won’t be like this anymore.

When you wake up, you’re not sure if it was all a dream. Remus has never slept in your room before, and there are barely any traces that he had been there at all, besides the blouse folded and clean at the edge of your bed, and the fact that the flannel wrapped around your body still smells like him from last night, heady and intoxicating.

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[tuttle-did-it]

PSA FROM EXHAUSTION.

Signed up for a series of online lectures. Couldn't understand a word, couldn't lip-read speaker (which is very difficult anyway). Couldn't participate, couldn't engage, couldn't understand. Had to leave because it didn't even occur to them to put captions on

Folks, if you are posting ANY video online or send it to another human, please enable captions/subtitles.

Deaf people need captions

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People need captions.

And, whilst I have your attention, don't just use autocraptions from the computer that only get about 65%. I mean, look-- I'll take auto craptions over nothing, but there is a reason deaf people cal them 'craptions.' We hate them, it's very often word salad, and it's just useless. You can process the video through with autocraptions, and then go in and make corrections where the craptions got it wrong. And, if you feel super fancy, you could even put in things like full stops and commas to make it easier to read.

Also, when captioning, please put actions/reactions in brackets. Anything off screen, any noises we may not be able to hear. Examples: [Audience cheers] [Explosion off screen, people shouting] [sound of phone ringing.]

If something is inaudible or the sound does not catch what they said, please signify this. If it's a montage and there's music with no dialogue, say this. Examples:

[Mulcahy speaks indistinctly.]

[inaudible]

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If you just feel REALLY generous to the audience and really want me to love you, please feel free to put tone that I might miss, such as [Hawkeye whispers] or [Klinger shouts]. Maybe it's visible on the screen from expressions/body language, maybe not.

Hawkeye: [imitates Groucho] Hello, Room Service? Send up a larger room.

Hawkeye [imitates British accent:] [drops accent]

And, when there may be confusion on when characters are speaking. Examples:

[Multiple characters talk at once.]

Potter: [speaks dialogue from 'My Darling Clementine' at the same time as a character in the film]:

Margaret [interrupts Frank]:

Hawkeye and BJ [speaking together:]

Also also, if there are multiple speakers, please show this. [speaker 1: ] [Speaker 2]:

Even if you don't receive a request from anyone to put on captions, please just add captions. Simple accessibility considerations, please. Some people don't even realise they need captions until they see then and go 'oh, yay. Captions.'

I know it may take a little bit of time and planning, but there are more of us out there than you realise. So please, just add captions.

If you ever doubt how important captions might be to someone, sometime just put on a video. Put on an episode of a show you haven't seen before. Mute it, watch it with no captions. See just how much you manage to get without ANY captions.

CAPTIONS.

CAPTIONS.

[thearttolifesdistractions]

i know

description: when you're with him, love feels like something fleeting. you act like you belong to each other, like it's official, but refuse to make it real. you tell yourself you’re okay with it, you always do. but when his phone buzzes, when you know it’s her, the weight of being his secret becomes hard. and still, when it’s time to leave, you don’t ask him to choose. because you already know he won’t. and maybe this situation won't grow as you hoped, but maybe that's okay.

warnings: mid writing, friends with benefits (ofc... my fav trope), mentions of nsfw but nothing explicit, angst but not really, not the best ending......

a/n: HELLO!!! crazy that you guys get two posts this week wooooahhhh…. anyways! so i wrote this after listening to 'i know' by fiona apple & i was convinced i was gonna make this a multiple part fic! buuut after writing this part i couldn't figure where to go from here 😭 well! maybe i'll make some more parts later if i can like…. figure out a plot but i figured why not post it anyways since i think it's alright as a standalone… enjoy!

wc: 3,127

paring: hozier x fem!reader

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The lavish, and entirely too expensive, room he’s booked is gorgeous. A five-star hotel in the City of Lights that makes your apartment back home look trivial, and that was quite expensive too. You’re curled up on the bed, body wrapped in the softest robe you’ve ever felt, watching as Andrew thumbs through a book, but his mind is clearly preoccupied, flicking from page to page without ever really focusing on the words. 

He’s on tour right now, though somehow, he had it scheduled to have an entire week free in Paris, and it just happened to align with your schedule as well. The second you both found out you were free during the same week, you flew out to see him. But even now, in the most romantic city in the world, you can’t help but feel like you’re living in a lie, or a moment that neither of you really has any claim to. His distracted gaze keeps flickering to his phone on the nightstand, as though waiting for something. Or someone.

The thought of her has your stomach burning, with both anger and disappointment. He’s not technically dating her, but he keeps up the image to ‘keep the press out of his love life.’ You were supposed to be something real, something beyond whatever this is, but you’re starting to realize you’ll never be anything more than the girl that keeps his bed warm. 

He doesn’t even know what that does to you, the way she’s always there, lingering in the background of every conversation. The way you always spend the last moments together wondering what he's going to do with her. He always has something planned with her after you’ve spent time together, claiming that it helps maintain the illusion that you two are just friends. He says no one will care about photos of the two of you having ‘friendly’ hangouts if he’s still going on dates with her.

It’s the last day before he’s back on tour. The last day before you go back home. It shouldn’t hurt this much. This is what always happens. You both have a brief window of time that lines up, and you meet up, privately playing the perfect couple, then going back to being friends until the cycle repeats. In the times where you both took breaks from releasing music, these moments lasted longer, sometimes months. It was hard to say goodbye then, especially after you'd forgotten how to be without him. So, it should be easier to say goodbye after just a week, right? But, he just makes it so damn hard.

You sigh quietly, the sound barely escaping your lips as you adjust to lay your head in his lap. Maybe being physically closer to him can bridge the gap, maybe it can help you convince yourself that this is normal. 

His hand immediately moves to comb through your hair, fingers scratching at your scalp in a way that has your eyelids fluttering. You look at him now, meeting his gaze as he stares at you with a soft smile, and for a moment, you wish you could just ask him. Ask him what this is, what you are to him. But you know that won’t change anything. He’d probably just smile, brush it off, and go back to doing whatever it is he does. You can’t blame him for that. It’s hard being in the spotlight, knowing that everyone is scrutinizing your every move. It’s one of the first things you two bonded over.

Your mind races back to those early days, when you first met him a few years ago, working on a song together. It started as something completely professional, both of you working at the same label and they’d decided that a collab between the two of you would work well. You were both doing your part, helping each other out with a track that you’d been assigned to create. But somewhere during the late nights in the studio, they turned into late nights talks that turned into something else. You couldn’t have predicted how quickly the chemistry between you would go from creative to something more.

It was easy to grow feelings for him, almost natural. You had never really talked about what you were to each other, you just were. And it was nice. The understanding that whatever it was, it didn’t need to be defined. You think about those first days, the way he smiled when he looked at you, the subtle touches. And how, over time, it was like your lives just fit with each other’s. 

The media had no idea, so they just called you "good friends," a convenient label that kept the press off your backs. It worked, until it didn’t. Of course, rumors and speculation grew about the nature of your connection: friends or something more? It wasn’t something you were worried about, understanding that whatever they said didn’t change the fact that while you were more than friends, you were still less than official. It didn’t bother you half as much as it had bothered him. 

At the start of the rumors, he had opened up to you about his last public relationship. How she had received so much hate that she couldn’t handle it anymore, ending things with him in order to protect herself. How much it hurt him to watch someone he cared about so much go through so much pain because of his lifestyle. And she wasn’t even famous. He told you, then, about his fear of things getting out of hand with you. Since you both live in the limelight, how much worse it could be. You didn’t know it then, but that was his way of telling you that he wouldn’t be willing to take the risk to be with you fully.

It was at the height of the rumors that he had told you about her. Claiming that it was common amongst celebrities, saying that this “pr relationship” would be beneficial for both you and him, keeping the media out of whatever you two had going on. The way he had explained it, as a way to keep you private, at first, felt like a way of saying he didn’t want the innocence of your relationship situation being ruined by the harsh words of those who couldn’t keep their opinions to themselves. He told you that he didn’t want the two of you to rush into putting a label on things, only for it to get torn apart by the public eye. Now, you see that he really just wants to have you without the responsibility of defending you, you’re not worth the effort. 

Regardless, you thought that it would be over quick. That he’d tell you he’s ready to make it official, let the media know he’s ended things with her, and continue keeping your relationship private but not secret. Of course, you were wrong. But, what did you expect? You never said it out loud, never set any expectations with him. Why would he go through the effort of ending something that requires so little from him for something that might be too much to handle?

His phone buzzes again, interrupting your thoughts, and your heart squeezes painfully in your chest. Another distraction. Another reminder that you’ll never really be his priority. He gives you everything he can, and it’s always just enough to keep you hooked. Not too much, not too little. And that’s all it will ever be.

He spares his phone a quick glance, and you relish in the way he tosses it to the nightstand and brings his attention back to you. “Are you alright?” He asks, finally, his voice soft, breaking through the silence. He doesn’t know what’s going on in your head. He can’t, not unless you say it. But you won’t. Not when the end of this reality is already in sight.

“I’m fine,” you say, your voice a little too steady. His eyes narrow at you, eyebrows raising. He knows you well enough to see right through the lie, but he also knows you well enough to know that you don’t want to talk about it. He doesn’t push, just gives you a look that says everything. That he sees right through you, but he’ll let you hold onto your silence a little longer. He doesn’t argue, doesn’t try to force the words out of you. He knows better by now.

For a moment, you both just sit there, the silence between you two comfortable. You never feel awkward with Andrew. You try to distract yourself, trying to focus on the way his hand moves gently through your hair. His touch is soft and intimate, but it doesn’t reach you the way it used to. Now, it acts as a reminder of everything that’s always just out of reach. A reminder of what could be, but never will. His gaze flickers down to you, and there’s that smile again. That soft, lazy smile that’s always just enough to make your heart skip and make you forget every bit of pain and self-doubt he’s caused. 

“You know, this week was... nice,” you say, the words slipping out before you can stop them. What an understatement. You want to say that this week was exactly what you needed, that spending time being intimate with him is the greatest comfort you know. That you want nothing but to spend every second with him, that nothing compares to the way he makes you feel. But, you’ll leave it at ‘nice.’

His smile grows as he nods, a knowing look in his eyes. He’s not oblivious of your inner turmoil, but he’ll respect your wishes to move past it. “Yeah,” he says softly, his thumb now brushing across your cheek. “It was nice. It’s always nice to be alone with you”

You wish he would have the courage to say what you wanted to. To admit that this time spent together is more than just nice, that it’s everything. The thought of him finally admitting what you both know flashes through your mind before you can stop it. But of course, he doesn’t say that. He never does. He’s always so close, just a few words away, but he’s never given you more. That might be your fault, you’ve never really asked for more than he’s willing to give. The truth is, you’re afraid to. 

And not because you think he doesn’t feel the same, you know he does. You know he loves you, at least to some extent. You feel it in the way he holds you, the way his touch is always gentle, even in the most intimate moments. You feel it in the way he listens when you talk, how he’s present with you in those quiet spaces between the noise of the world. He makes you feel like you're the only one in the room, like nothing else matters when you’re around. His love is there, you know it, you feel it in every moment you share. But his fear might just outgrow it.

The thought creeps into your mind, and for the first time, it doesn’t sting as much as it used to. Maybe because you’re starting to accept that the love you share with him, as real as it is, will never be enough to make him choose you over his fear of the public, the press, everything that comes with being with someone like you.

His phone buzzes against the nightstand, and you know it’s her. You can feel it in the way his body tenses, the way his attention flickers. For a moment, you want to reach out, take the phone, and throw it out the window. But you won’t. Because that’s not you, you’ve got a better grip on your emotions. Andrew sighs softly, his eyes glancing at his phone but not picking it up. He looks back at you, the silence stretching longer now. You know he’s trying to figure out what to say, how to ease the troubles in your mind without actually knowing them.

He knows you’re tired. Tired of pretending. Tired of being the girl that no one knows about. You wish you could ask him what it would take for him to just choose you. But you don’t, because asking for that would mean acknowledging what’s never going to happen. And if you acknowledge it, the end will be real. Instead, you shift in his lap, trying to find some comfort in the closeness, and it isn’t working as well as usual. His hand lingers on your cheek, the touch warm, but not soothing the coldness you feel inside.

“Tomorrow’s the day,” you say softly, the words heavier than you expected. It’s the end of your time together. The last moment of this unending season of your life. Tomorrow. you both hit pause until the next time. “You’ll go back to the tour, and I’ll go back to everything else.”

He’s quiet for a moment, eyes still focused on yours. “Yeah,” he finally says, voice soft but distant. “I guess we don’t have a choice.” You nod, the lump in your throat growing as you tilt head away, unable to look at him. You want to scream at him that you do have a choice. That he could ask you to stay, ask you to finally do him the favour of being his. That there is another option, he just has to say it. 

“I know we don’t,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. “But I wish we did.”

He sighs, eyes softening, his hand gently lifting your chin to meet his gaze. “I wish we did too. I wish I could give you what you need.” His voice is low, tinged with regret, and it makes your chest tighten in a way that hurts. 

It’s the closest you’ve ever come to talking about it, and it was barely anything. And for a brief moment, you think maybe there could be more. But the moment passes quickly, fading into that familiar silence between you two. He doesn’t press for more, and neither do you.

You sit up slowly, lifting your head from his lap, ignoring his confused look as you shake his hand from your face. His expression changes as you shift, legs settling to straddle him, lowering yourself on his lap as you rest your head against his chest. You close your eyes as he wraps his arms around you, relishing in his warmth, listening to his heartbeat, and begging for the ache to stop.

Andrew lets out a quick sigh, breaking your focus on his pulse. “So, how’s the new album coming along?” he asks, and you can hear the playful undertone.

You look up at him, seeing the mischief in his eyes. “It’s coming along,” you reply, trying your hardest to match his new mood. “You know, the usual. The pressure of getting it right, the expectations, the deadlines.”

He raises an eyebrow, leaning back slightly to get a better look at your face. “Oh, yeah? Any songs about me?” His grin widens as he teases, the atmosphere going back to something just as familiar. You can tell he’s just trying to lighten the mood, and the effort warms your heart.

You laugh softly, the sound escaping before you can stop it. It’s like a breath of relief after the worries in your troubled mind. You sit up straighter, locking eyes with him, and you can’t hide the honesty in your tone despite your teasing smirk. “They’re all about you, Andy. They always are.”

His smile falls for a second, like that’s not what he was expecting you to say, which he probably wasn’t. Before you have a chance to clarify, he’s leaning in. 

His lips capture yours in a kiss that’s too gentle for how much you both need it. It deepens quickly, the emotional tension feeling almost exactly like sexual. His hands slip around your waist, pulling you closer as your fingers pull at the hair on the nape of his neck.

You can’t help but give into him, the way his lips move against yours with the perfect mix of gentleness and desire. He kisses you like he’s always wanted this, and you think that maybe you have too. The thought of everything that you want to say but you can’t becomes a distant memory as his hands squeeze at your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

It doesn’t stay slow for long. The heat builds between you as his touch grows more urgent, more desperate. You can feel it in the way he moves, in the way his breath hitches when you tug a bit harder at his hair. You move your hands to roam over his body, exploring every inch of him. You trace the outline of his frame, the curves of his shoulders, and the defined muscles of his arms. Your hands are eager, and his hands match yours, caressing your body with a softness that has you trembling.

As the kiss deepens, his tongue teases your lips, asking for entry. You part your mouth immediately, inviting him in, and letting your tongues mix together. The taste of him is addicting, something you could never get tired of. His mouth leaves yours as he trails kisses down your neck, stopping briefly to suck at that spot just below your ear that has your back arching into him.

His hands move lower, his fingers trailing down your sides, pausing at the waistband of your silk pajama shorts. His warm touch is calming to your soul, but overwhelming to your body. He pulls his mouth from your neck and rests his forehead against yours, both of you huffing and sharing breath. Your eyes flutter open and you meet his darkened gaze, before you can speak, ask him why he stopped, he beats you to it.

“Whatever’s got you tangled up inside, let it go,” he whispers, his words slow and soft, but deliberate. “Let me take the weight off of you, love. Please.” His voice is whiny, borderline pleading. It makes your heart flutter, not just because of the softness in his words, but because he wants to take care of you. He’s offering himself, wanting to give you a release. And it’s real.

It reminds you that he’s here, now. As fully as he can be with you, and for the first time, you feel like maybe you’re both letting go of all the things that separate you. The world, the expectations, and the fear. It all slips away just for this moment. 

And maybe this is the realest you’ll get with him, but maybe that’s enough for now.

[smvtwitchmiller]

Coming back to you

The jist: Grandpa!Joel x Jackson!Joel x f!reader.

Reader lived in Jackson but went away for a few years, comes back. Her and Joel pick up where they left off Etc etc. Jackson!Joel for flash backs just fyi 😂

Warnings: hair tugging. Praise. Talk of lady parts. Talk of Joel’s parts. Sex flashbacks. Profanities. Body praise. Praising.

*

Hey blondie! C’mere a sec!”. “Tommy, I’m right here, no need to shout, you ass!”.

“Fuck you, man . Here she cooomes” he sings out.

Yeah. Here she comes. The blonde hair, the curves, her cute smile and those fucking dark blue eyes. Donning her usual black get up, a tee, jeans, boots. Shes here. She’s back. Five years later. You never thought you’d see her again. You knew her for 6 months. The connection was unshakeable, she was the only person in Jackson that you actually liked being around. In the Tipsy Bison, if she saw you looking grumpy, she’d come sit by you and find some stupid way to make you laugh. Most of the time, they were genuine laughs.

Her smile grows as she comes closer, recognising you and she gives you a once look over. Accompanied by a sly smile. So you do the same and she laughs and dives in for a hug. “Think you’re really funny eh Miller?”. She pulls away and playfully punches you in the chest, “still built like a wall I see” her eye brow arches, along with a smirk.

Your thoughts go back to five years ago, “yes Joel, fuck, just like that, don’t fucking stop” she was tugging your hair as you were grinding your face into her soaking cunt, gripping her thighs.

“Earth to Joel?” Her tone playful.

You focus yourself. Arms stilled at your sides. “So, you’re back. For good?” you ask hopeful.

“Yup, they’re was nothing for me out west, and I just knew this place would be falling apart without me so I’m back for good. So. Tommys caught me up on his life, much to my dismay, what about you Joel?”.

“Um”.

Yeah Joel, what about you. Patrols. Home. Drinking. Pining over you. Repeat.

Five years ago. You pinned her against the bathroom counter, you caged her in with your arms, making sure she stayed right there against your chest, grunts and growls spilling out from you as you thrust deep into her, spilling your hot cum all over her velvet walls. She follows soon after, loud whimpers and soft sobs pouring out of her heavenly mouth.

“Ya know. Working, patrols, drinking, nothing exciting” . The realisation hitting you that the five years you’ve been here, you really haven’t done anything other than contribute. Ellie was off doing her own thing. Tommy had Maria with a baby on the way. And you had Patrols. Home. Drinking. Pining. Repeat.

“Wow, riveting stuff” she chuckles out followed by “no women in your life since I left? Dating?” Dating. The word was so foreign, you cringe. “No not really”. Not really. You knew this was gonna invite questions.

“Not really huh? And what does that mean?” She arches her brow, waiting for your response.

“Ah yeah, there was Esther, how long did you guys date? A month? Took longer showers”. He huffs out. Tommy oblivious to the tension between you and her.

“Esther? The brown haired woman?” She scrunches up her nose. “Really? God, what the hell was that like?” Asking, genuinely intrigued. She didn’t like her and the feeling was mutual, apparently.

“It was fine. She’s alright”. Talking low like you’re forcing the words out. “I just wasn’t interested and why drag it out?”

“For sex” she and Tommy say in unison and burst out laughing. You roll your eyes just wanting this fucking subject to be closed.

“I mean you did, didn’t you?” Tommy asks, nudging your shoulder.

When you didn’t answer yet pulled a face, in unison once again they dragged out “oooooooooo” with “whore” added from Tommy. The two of them loved ganging up on you.

“Anyway, you hanging around grumps?” She asked, hand on hip.

“Girl, I’ve been up since 5 and ive been on patrol, I need my bed”

“Aww cmon! We’re just chilling with music, I brought weed back from California and everyone’s having some”.

“No darlin, I need a shower, food and sleep, I’m older now ya know”. You sound so defeated. And she notices.

“Cmon, have food here, shower upstairs Tommy will get you some of his clothes and you can sleep in one of the spare rooms. Obviously not the one I’m staying in. Problem solved”. She says all hopeful.

The bulge you’ve been trying to ignore and hopefully hasn’t been noticeable was throbbing.

Five years ago. “Aw fuck Joel, that feels so fucking good, fuuuuck”. You went to her house, she shut the door and you were already on your knees unbuttoning her pants and yanking them down, mouth immediately latching on to her sweet pink bud, she pulled at your curls, giving you her sweet release. She was delicious.

You didn’t have the strength to argue, “fine” you huff out. Upstairs. Clothes off, shower on, shoulders drop. The water drains away, the aches, mud and blood. You sigh heavily. Fuck me she’s here. It was all too much but hopefully you passed off as casual.

Five years ago. “Joel, someone might come in”. You didn’t give a shit, when she spoke about all that mechanical stuff at the plant, something primal in you just wanted to fuck her. So there you are, pinning her against the door, her gorgeous back and ass in view, just so inviting. Watching you enter her. Fuck. You fuck her hard against the door and you place your bear hand over her mouth. “Don’t want no one to hear us sweetheart”.

Shower off, you wrap a towel around your waist and grab a smaller one and ruffle your hair. As you leave the bathroom, eyes covered, you hear, “hey there handsome”. Obviously you jerk it away and nearly have a fucking heart attack. “Jesus woman you tryin ta kill me?”.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, legs crossed. “Sorry” she laughs out “just wanted to talk to you alone. So, did distance make the heart grow fonder? I mean obviously not-“ She pauses. “-Esther huh? Really Joel? I’m so disappointed, you mustn’t have missed me that much”. she tuts playfully shaking her head.

“Hey now. No no I did miss you. But you left and Esther, that was nothing. I slept with her like three times and, I always thought of you”. You shamefully admit.

“So I guess we’re just two big disappointments huh? Are you gonna hold that against me forever Joel? Cause if you are, I can’t be around you making me feel guilty all the time”.

Three big paces toward the bed, you pull her up and cup her face, rubbing your thumb over her bottom lip. “No, I’ll never mention it again, I want you near me, you’ve been away from me too long as it is. Never again I promise”. And you meant it. She’s been out of your reach for too long. “So, can I fucking kiss you or what darlin?”

“Fuck and kiss me? Sure!” She yells out and swings her arms around your neck. “In that order?”

“Jesus woman keep your voice down, fuck-ING kiss you I said”.

“Joel. I’ve been wet since I walked to you downstairs, I wanna fuck”. She starts to take her shirt and pants off, “like you said, I’ve been away from you for too long so why we waiting?”. Taking off her bra and panties, you literally gulp, Jesus, she’s fucking gorgeous. Fuck. You pull her at the waist, your hard dick resting against her stomach, “can’t argue with that darlin but Tommys waiting for us”

“Well we best be quick then, hadn’t we?” She leans into your chest and kisses it, humming, rustling your chest hair. “You smell so yummy Joel”.

Suddenly you felt self conscious. It’s been years since she saw you last, bare and vulnerable. Your body’s aged, more scars, more bad memories. She always thought your body was a wall, impenetrable. Indestructible. Yeah, Five years ago maybe.

She breaks your thought. “Fuck Joel, you’re perfect. Your body—“. She sucks in her bottom lip, just gazing intensely at your map of scars and aging skin. Pulling in her brows, looking at you like you’re a god. “Can I?”. She looks down to the towel around your waist, giving it a tug, she won’t take it off, she’s a good girl who will wait for permission. You nod. Towel drops to the floor. She looks at all of you “Jesus Joel, I forgot how big you are” looking up at you with gleeful grin. “Fuck you’re perfect”.

She starts to stroke your dick and begins to slide her other hand through your hair “I like you with longer hair by the way, easier to grab”. You hum at the touch of her nails dragging along your scalp and the delicious hold she has on your cock. You lift her up, her legs wrapped around you, the feeling of her wet, warm cunt against your stomach. “Well goddamn girl, you weren’t lying, so fuckin wet for me”. Placing her on the bed, you sink into her with your impressive frame, spreading her legs slightly, staring into her eyes “Jesus Joel what are you waiting for? Fucking kiss me already”. And your mouth just sinks in, bruising her lips, pulling and biting her bottom one making her whimper which only spurs you on, kissing every breath outta her.

Leaning on one elbow, spreading her legs more, you bring her leg around your waist to get the perfect fucking angle, literally, raising her ass a little. You tease her soaking entrance with your tip, gently pressing it in. “Baby I’ve missed you, I’ve missed this, she’s all mine now”. As you kiss her neck, bringing out her moans as you press further in, she gasps. “Jesus Joel, fuuuuck”. Her perfect body, made just for you, welcomes all of you in one deep thrust, “just perfect baby girl, look at you taking it all”

She grabs your ass for you to thrust in her deeper “more Joel, deeper, faster please”. You begin to thrust deep inside her sweet walls that’s hugging your hard cock, steady at first, then you grab a fistful of her hair, tugging her head back, revealing her neck, kissing and biting it you can’t help but growl from your rattling chest, your hips start to move faster, deeper, fucking that spot that makes her gasp so softly. She clenches around on you “oh.. fuck baby yeah just like that. Keep it up”. You could feel tightness of her soaking entrance and the tension in her stomach “cmon baby you’re right there, come for me”.

Gripping her waist, you raise up her up, her ass resting on your thighs, sweet Jesus this position. You could feel your own peak rocketing up “fuck baby im right there come for me”. Sucking your thumb, you drag it down to her pink bud, circling, just tapping the hood gently and with a final clench from her divine body, you both cum, you ramming hard and fast, making sure she gets every last drop of you. Fuck, such a sweet release.

You begrudgingly pull out and lie next to her, both panting. She turns to you, both of you glass eyed, doting little smiles. “Fuck Joel, that was—, I missed you, you fucker”. You lean over and hug her, kissing her temple, inhaling her scent. “Missed you too, been fucking miserable without you here. Surrounded by assholes” you chuckle out the last part. She plays with your chest hair.

“Did you think about me while you were away?”

“Of course I did. Especially at night”. She says with a mischievous smile.

Five years ago. “That’s it baby, ride me good, fuck you’re gorgeous” Hands gripping her plump tits, circling your rough thumbs over her peaked nipples, her hands on yours making you squeeze them “I’m gonn- Joel I’m gonna c-“. “Let go for me baby girl, get there cum for me”. She squints her eyes shut and arches her back welcoming her orgasm, you thrust a few more times before you grab her waist, swooping her on her back and pin her down into the mattress, rolling your hips harder, your peak crumbling over. “Be a good girl and take it all. Fuuck!”.

You both laid there, making no attempt to move. Still playing with your chest hair, “So, was I better than that Esther chick?” She says with a shitty little smile.

“Esther who?”

“Good boy”.

[thiinka]

Hi I posted some of these elsewhere but you guys get my 3DS photos AND my regular phone photos yayyyyyy. Straight from BLIB (6:30 o clock show):

[benevolenterrancy]

May your hardened heart be woken By the soft and distant song Of all you left here unspoken All the shards we keep stepping on - Take this body home Take this body home Call the wind, and let her know Take this life outgrown Take this broken soul Call the stars, call them all And take it high, take it far, take it home

[sail-not-drift]

I loved the Risky Business scene but I would have killed for “Dancing in the Dark”. Eddie deserves to lose his shit to Springsteen.

[silent-sentinels]

@ mazzy hewwo good morning thank you for showing us dragons!! :3 <33 <22 we enjoy seeing your fIight escapades :3!!

however we also got four other asks last night apparently and we don't know how to answer one of them and the other is an anon's music recs so w. [pauses quietly. clasps hands together.] we're gonna have to take a quick rain check on this one chief!!

[katagawajr]

finally saw nope (the movie) WAUGHH I LOVE ALIENS!! AND I LOVE COWBOYS!!

[yukinyaminyato]

some customer at work was like "daylight savings as a concept sucks but at least i'll get an extra hour of sleep :)" well i got an extra hour at the club so i guess we're both winning ?

sike im not winning bc my bus just didn't come and i had to wait for almost 15min for a different one that doesn't take me as close to home and now im walking and i have work tmrw and my alarm will ring in exactly 5 hours 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻 im young so im allowed to make dumb decisions such as staying out till 4am 🥲🥲🥲

[deathbxnny]

Arcane women accidentally confessing to you. | Sevika, Jinx, Caitlyn, Vi x Gn!Reader

This is very self-indulgent, so enjoy.<3

Content: pre-season 2 because I want to be happy rn, slight angst if you squint, fluff, accidental confessions, maybe ooc??, cursing, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not proofread))

》SEVIKA

She was resting at the last drop with you during some downtime in between missions. One hand lingered on your hip whilst her metallic one held onto her cigar, eyes focused on the pocker game she was playing with a couple of Silco's other henchmen. She always kept you close this way, a clear sign of who you belonged to despite never having said a word about it yet. It was a mutual understanding only you could have, and so she didn't think a confession was necessary.

Until today, it seemed.

You were secretly helping her cheat a little and eventually told her the winning move, which earned her a large sum of money. Letting out a smug laugh at everyone's angered and defeated glares, she gave you a lazy grin. "Thanks, sweetheart. This is why I love you." She hummed to you, smoke exhaling from her dark lips, before she froze ever so slightly. Well, it shouldn't be that much of a surprise to either of you, and yet she couldn't help but chuckle at your own stunned face.

Looking at the men around her, she threw some poker chips towards them, clearly asking for another round. She wasn't the type to get flustered or shy anyways, so her moving on like nothing happened was on brand.

The only acknowledgment you got, however, was the hand on your hip tightening.

》JINX

She has a hard time hiding her feelings for you due to her rather energetic and extremely clingy nature. But there is still a clear distance between you two that she's too scared to cross. It was a deep fear of ruining everything she had with you in case her confession went wrong. She'd rather you consider her your best friend for life if it meant for you to stay at her side. She didn't want to lose more people after all. And yet, as fate has it, she eventually lost herself in a good and happy moment with you.

You were tinkering on some projects in her hideout whilst listening to music. Her head was leaning against your shoulder as her eyes traced your focused gaze. Jinx felt so content and at peace in that moment that she couldn't stop the words that spilled out of her mouth. "I love you." It took her a second to realise what happened, and her body was quick to flinch away from you. You kept her in place, however, with a free hand placed against her head. "Hey, it's okay. I love you too. I'm not leaving." You reassured her quickly with a smile, one that made her heart skip a beat.

She may not see herself as deserving of you, but she's glad to have you at her side anyway. Hopefully forever.

》CAITLYN

Caitlyn was good at hiding her emotions from you. In fact, she had refused to tell you in fear of breaking the professionalism you two had and, most importantly, your friendship that she cherished deeply. And so, she was very careful not to reveal a single thing... until her confidence betrayed her and caused her to slip up.

You two were reviewing a new case together, and whilst she wasn't paying attention, she accidentally slid you her diary over. It unfortunately looked too similar to her work notebook, something she only realised the moment you opened it and froze in surprise. She may have scribbled your name all over it. She may have childishly drawn hearts around your name. She may have made it awfully clear that she loved you. And it made her wonder if there was a god out there that hated her deeply.

"... My apologies. Please ignore that-" "-Haha, I'm so relieved that I'm not the only one who did this!" You let out a soft laugh before pulling out your notebook and showing her similar pages to her own, just with her name written all over them. Her face was flushed from how flustered and embarrassed she was, but alas, she too couldn't help and chuckle at how silly this all was. At least you felt the same.

》VI

It's not like she didn't want to confess her feelings to you. She just didn't know how! Her confession should sweep you right off your feet in her mind, and yet nothing she came up with seemed good enough. Vi hoped that her flirting would get the point across, but she lacked the confidence to go any further than compliments. She just didn't want you to think differently of her and therefore kept her distance for the most part regarding the subject. That is if she could keep it in for lobger than she already has. She always felt so strongly about others, after all.

So, during a little hang out session in a bar somewhere in Zaun, she attempted to find the courage to tell you how she felt. Whilst she went off to go and get you a drink first, however, a drunken man showed up at your side and started flirting you in a rather uncomfortable way. You tried making it clear that you weren't interested, but as he went to grab your arm, a hand slammed in between you two onto the bar table. "Hey, I think they told you no, asshole." "Who the hell are you?" The man barked back, yet Vi didn't back down and simply blocked you from his view with her body. "I'm their girlfriend, now fuck off." She hissed, and the man just rolled his eyes before walking off grumbling.

Silence filled the space in between you two until you chuckled softly. "Girlfriend, huh? I like the sound of that." You hummed, secretly trying to ease her embarrassed mind, that quickly recovered at your words with a sly grin. "You do?" You mirrored her smile with a nod. "Very much so. I'm glad we think alike."

[neverendingford]

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[loverboybrightsideghost]

i need to be a man.