#arctic antics

[thedestinysunknown]

Crash Bandicoot: Wrath of Cortex - Arctic Antics:

"Time to revisit Crash Bandicoot 4, better yet Wrath of Cortex, and I still have a soft spot for this game. Yes, it's flawed but it has some good moments, just like this level. It may look boring but it's a decent platforming level."

PS: the gameplay used for this gifset is not mine. The original video belongs to the user: JokerAlex21, on Youtube.

[thearcticflame]

My girlfriend and her family need urgent help. Anything you can spare would help, or else share this post around. Please and thank you. <3

[retrocgads]

UK 1987

[steinwayandhissons]

lately ive been obsessed with the fact that when alex sings on stage, he can never keep his eyes open for more than a few seconds at a time, and even then they’re half-lidded

[yellowloid]

girls when it's been a year since the car tour started and it's all gonna be over in a couple of months

[arcticpuppeteer]

Arctic Monkeys at Falls Festival, Melbourne, 31st December 2022.

cr: ewrichardson's IG story

[nicoscheer]

[perfectly-clear-from-here]

THE LITTLE DIVE AFTER 'DIP IN MY DAYDREAMS' IM LOSING IT

[its-a-mystery-literally]

Yesterday during science this girl was randomly trying to talk people into saying their celebrity crush and two things, one, BRO SCIENCE CLASS?? And two our table is close to the teacher. Anyway she asked me and I was like uhh I kinda have one so I looked up Alex turner and her first reaction was “EWWWWWW” like bitch wha-

Anyway then she searched up hot women on the school Chromebook

And men

Cat content coming soon

[p4stm4rs]

okay. so. he’s looking for someone to go to hoco with him. our theme is night of fright. do we think he would go with me as vampires.

[stars-for-circe]

Tongue Tied

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Tags / cw: EXTREMELY suggestive, oral fixation, fingers in mouth, tongue piercing, piercer!Ellie, choking, finger sucking, Ellie is kinda pervy?? WE USE CELSIUS GUYS. 19 CELSIUS!!!

The leather seat felt clammy below you, despite the gentle faux breeze coming from the air conditioning. Beside you, the small tray of sterile equipment, reminding you of why you were here in the first place.

You shivered. Fuck, who sets the AC at 19 degrees? Wrapping your arms around yourself, you began to regret the choice of wearing a tank top despite the weather outside. Outside, where you’d much rather be - where there wasn’t a room colder than the arctic, or a bunch of needles about to be stuck in you, or a stupid fucking leather seat digging right in-

“Cold? I can turn it up, if you want.”

Ellie Williams. The most popular piercer in the area. Either from her looks or her talent, you couldn’t tell - but it was probably both. Arms crossed as she leaned against the door, and a small, amused smirk on her face as she watched your antics.

“Um, no, it’s fine.” You said shakily - or shyly, rather - smiling through your chattering teeth after you found where the voice came from. You spontaneity was probably enough of an inconvenience, booking an appointment late at night where it was the only time Ellie could fit you in - so it would have been rude to make her wait any longer than necessary to get the piercing done and lock up.

“I’m Ellie, by the way.” She called out, before making a beeline from the doorway to the small station at the end of the room, keeping her head down the entire time. You hummed in response, just barely suppressing the ‘I know’ on the tip of your tongue, as she rubbed some of the sanitiser in and put the gloves on. Then, Ellie paused her movements, back still turned away from you as she raised her head.

“Although….” You held your breath. You could feel the smirk on her faced despite not being able to see it.

“…I’m guessing you knew that already, Jesse told me some pretty girl wanted me ‘specifically’, to pierce her today…”

“What?” You stuttered out, mentally blaming it on the chill, and not your lack thereof. This time, Ellie snickered, shaking her head softly as she turned around heading towards you.

“So, you gonna stick your tongue out for me?” Grin still on her face, she watched as you sputtered out a reply while she haphazardly grabbed the forceps off the equipment tray.

“W-what?”

“You’re here for a tongue piercing, aren’t you?”

…That sly little shit

You could only nod, too taken aback to do much else. The most you expected here was to get a damn good piercing from a really hot girl, what Ellie was doing to you was not planned in your little outing.

“Yeah? So open up, hon. Gotta mark where you want it.”

Now Ellie knew that she didn’t need to mark anything - she was so used to doing this that she could just eyeball it and still be accurate. But, she thought, being able to cup your face, while you oh so obediently stuck your tongue out for her, as she just slipped her thumb ever so slightly into your mouth under the guise of keeping you still, would make up for the extra labour.

Your mouth was warm. Even through the black latex she wore. Ellie could almost imagine how soft it would feel sucking her dick, how delicate you’d be while kissing along the silicone. Fuck, she’d moan out loud if she wasn’t careful - all from the pad of her thumb resting on your tongue. And the way it twitched and made a swallowing motion as the bitter taste of the marker hit your throat really didn’t help.

“Hah…” You made a small noise at the prolonged moment. Surely the marker didn’t need this long to deposit a tiny dot pigment?

Ellie quickly snapped out of it, ripping her gaze from your mouth to your eyes. Right, she was still piercing you today, nothing else. And the taste of the marker probably wasn’t pleasant enough to be placed there for so long…

“Uh- so, ‘m gonna get the needle now.” She stuttered out, before making a joke.

“Last chance to back out…..or tell me if you’re squeamish….”

Fuck, the needle was kinda of big. Like, really big. Was it really meant to be that big? For a moment you hesitated, wanting to back out of this all and go home. But then you looked at Ellie, holding the forceps in once hand, reaching to grab the needle with the other, and you really wondered if backing out and embarrassing yourself in front of Ellie Williams - because of a fucking needle - was worth it. It would be over quick, right?

“Um, no- I mean-” you coughed.

“No, not squeamish, so, yeah, ‘m ready…”

“Yeah? Just uh, take a deep breath, ‘n stick your tongue out when you’re ready.”

You closed your eyes, and took a deep breath. In through your nose, out through your mouth, and stuck out your tongue - just like Ellie said. For a moment, you flinched, feeling the cold press of the forceps clamping on your tongue, before you concluded that keeping your eyes open would lessen the surprises. In front of you was Ellie, although a lot closer than before. And this time, with the needle in her hand, facing you.

She nodded, for approval. And you could only look at her with wide enough eyes that you hoped conveyed your consent, before she slowly, and gently, put the needle through.

Now, if Ellie hadn’t been on the clock, if there weren’t a couple people at the register or a possible camera somewhere in the room, Ellie would have fucked you. She would have shoved the damn piercing in and shove you flat on the seat and she would have fucked you so hard you’d be numb the day after. But Ellie couldn’t.

Fuck, she wanted to, but she couldn’t. Because no matter how fucking hot you were, or how cute you looked staring so trustingly up at her with your cute fucking eyes while she shoved a needle in your mouth, or how your small breathy whine of pain when it went through made Ellie soak herself-

“I uh- ‘m gonna put the piercing through now. It’s gonna feel a bit pinchy for a second.”

She didn’t know if you wanted her back.

You scrunched your eyes a little, as the piercing went through, but discomfort finally turned into relief as you could finally put your tongue back in your mouth. Then it went quiet for a bit, the both of you not really knowing what to do next. Which was weird, because wasn’t Ellie used to doing this?

“Can I um, take a look?”

She stared at you, for a moment, almost like she was in thought, before nodding and reaching for the mirror and handing it to you. You held it up and stuck your tongue out once again. And, to your happiness, it looked really fucking good.

There was a chance you got a little too happy, however, as you smiled openly and started to almost flick your tongue about, looking at it from every angle imaginable. And maybe if you paid less attention to your new modification, and more on Ellie, you’d notice her focused stare on you. Well, your tongue, more like.

You’d have noticed her furrowed brows, deep in thought, her own mouth slightly open at the sight, and her fists clenching and unclenching, too. But you didn’t.

What you did notice, though, was her ripping the mirror out of your hands. Like an epiphany came to her about your piercing. She threw it on the table, making a loud clanging noise, before cupping your face with her hands on each side. She stayed like that for a while, staring at your now closed mouth and so close that you could feel her breath fanning on your face. And it took about five seconds before Ellie’s eyes widened and she realised how fucking weird she was being.

“Uh- fuck-” she began, almost like she was breathless. Her eyes flitted around the room and she shifted on her feet, until she could figure out what to say.

“Your piercing.”

“My…..piercing?”

“It’s crooked. Might be the backing but uh- I need to fix it.”

You raised a brow. Wasn’t Ellie mean to be a really good piercer? Maybe it was the piercing itself or something, you thought, as you nodded closely and opened your mouth. Slowly, you felt her right hand trail from your cheek to your lips, thumb pulling slightly on the bottom one before slipping her index into your mouth.

Shit, Ellie missed it so much. Albeit, it had probably been three minutes since she last had her fingers in your mouth, but it felt so good. Like they belonged there. She wondered how long she could keep this up, before you noticed what she was doing. She was almost worried you’d find out and get mad at her. But then she felt your tongue swishing along her index, and then she slipped her middle finger in too. And then, Ellie stopped giving a fuck.

And you couldn’t help but rest your cheek on the lasting hand on the side of your face, almost nestling into it as subtly as possible. Part of you knew this was unprofessional, that there were better ways to go about a fucked up piercing. But another part of you couldn’t help but like what Ellie was doing. And you couldn’t help but suck.

Ellie choked out a moan. She covered it up though, by talking.

“You need to stop moving. Here, let me just-”

“Ellie-”

“Shhh, don’t move.” She spoke so tenderly, almost whispering to you as her thumb stroked your cheek. Maybe it was the soft dominance she was extruding, or maybe it was because of how desperately fucking wet you already were. Either way, you listened.

You sat pin straight, as you felt the hand cupping you cheek slip down your jaw, and find its place on your throat. And you stayed still, as you felt her hand close around it and squeeze on either side.

“Can you stay still now, baby?” God, that made you feel fuzzy. That and the now limited blood circulation coming to your brain. Fuck, you never realised choking felt this good.

Ellie watched you, as you slouched and drooped your eyes, as drool started to slip out of your mouth while you were still sucking on her fingers. How you whimpered as her hold on your throat tightened - how your thighs rubbed together as she did that.

And you watched Ellie, through your hazy, droopy eyes, as her breathy pants got deeper, as she leaned even closer to you as her grip tightened, and as her eyes searched yours for some sort of response to a question she didn’t ask - but you knew she wanted the answer to. You sucked even harder. You let your tongue run along the ridged and bumps the gloves made on her finger. You swallowed so hard that her hand on your throat moved along in tandem.

“Shit- you- ohmygod-” Ellie’s eyes rolled to the back of her head and she whined. She was pleading you at this point.

And you nodded.

…Fuck it.

“You wanna fuck?” She mumbled breathily, taking a long, condescending glance at your body - the state of your body - and then another at the lock on the door. Running a hand through her hair, Ellie took a deep breath, before letting out a loose chuckle.

“God- s’is so fuckin stupid…” She ran her tongue along her teeth, scoffing at how eagerly, how desperately you looked at her. And this time, she answered her own question for you.

“…..Yeah, let’s fuck.”

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[greygaunt]

How the Slytherin boys would react to you pulling them in by their belt or tie

as requested!

Theodore Nott

Theodore had been given special permission from Professor Snape to tutor you using the potions classroom. He was stood in front of you, desperately trying to get you to understand the Wiggenweld potion instructions, as the last three times you had attempted it, your cauldron had boiled over. You sat at the desk, fidgeting with your quill, your attention drifting to the window where the afternoon sunlight filtered through the lake and through the glass. Theodore's words seemed to blur together as you found yourself lost in your own thoughts, oblivious to his attempts to guide you through the recipe. Theodore noticed your lack of focus, a faint furrow forming between his brows as he paused mid-sentence, studying you with a mix of concern and amusement. "Are you with me, cara mia?” he asked, his voice gentle but firm, trying to bring you back to the present. You blinked, realising you had been daydreaming, and quickly tried to mask your distraction with a sheepish smile. "Sorry, Theodore," you apologised. Theodore chuckled softly, shaking his head in amusement. "It's alright," he reassured you, his tone warm and understanding. "But if you want to nail this potion, you'll need to pay closer attention." As he turned back to the cauldron to continue the recipe, you couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for not giving him your full attention. With a mischievous glint in your eye, you rose from your seat and stealthily made your way towards Theodore, who was engrossed in stirring the potion. Quietly, you approached him from behind, your hand reaching out to hook around the loop of his belt. Before he could react, you gave a playful tug, pulling him gently towards you. Startled, Theodore stumbled slightly, his back pressing against your chest as he turned to face you, a bemused expression on his face. "What are you doing?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice as he raised an eyebrow at your antics. You shot an impish smile his way, your eyes sparkling with mischief as you met his gaze. "Just trying to get your attention," you replied playfully, your fingers pulling gently on his belt. "Seems like it worked." You leant up and captured his lips in a cheeky kiss, hands still hooked in his belt loops. Theodore pulled away and cleared his throat as he took in your current situation, your chest was pressed against his, and suddenly the potion didn’t matter anymore. Now he was the distracted one; blushing himself.

Lorenzo Berkshire

Lorenzo paced back and forth, his uniform askew and his expression etched with anger. His frustration was evident as he vented about the argument he had just had with Draco. As you approached, you could feel the frustration radiating from him, his words sharp and biting as he recounted the altercation. It was clear that he needed a distraction from his thoughts, something to pull him away from the anger and irritation that consumed him. “That little bleach blonde git-“ Without a word, you stepped closer to Lorenzo, your hand reaching out to gently grasp the Slytherin tie around his neck. Startled, Lorenzo paused mid-rant, his eyes widening in surprise as he turned to face you. Before he could protest, you closed the distance between you, pulling him towards you with a gentle tug on his tie. And then, with a softness that silenced the storm raging within him, you pressed your lips against his in a tender and lingering kiss. At first, Lorenzo stiffened in surprise, his anger momentarily forgotten as he registered the warmth of your lips against his. But as the sweetness of the kiss enveloped him, he slowly began to relax, the tension in his shoulders easing as he melted into your embrace. For a minute, the world fell away, leaving only the two of you lost in the intimacy of the moment. As you pulled away, a sense of calm washed over Lorenzo, his features softening as he met your gaze with a mixture of surprise and gratitude. "Wow," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he reached up to cup your cheek. "That was unexpected." You smiled, your heart swelling with affection as you returned his gaze. "I just wanted to distract you," you admitted, your voice soft with sincerity. "You seemed like you needed it." Lorenzo's lips quirked into a small smile, his anger dissipating as he leaned in to press another gentle kiss against your lips. “Why was I pissed at the ferret?”

Draco Malfoy

In the aftermath of a disappointing Quidditch match, the Slytherin common room was abuzz with the tension of defeat. Draco stood leaning against the edge of a worn leather armchair, his brooding gaze fixed on the flickering flames of the fireplace, lost in his own thoughts. Despite your attempts to engage him in conversation, Draco seemed completely absorbed by his defeat, his mind a whirlwind of frustration and disappointment. You stood beside him, a sympathetic frown creasing your brow as you watched him wrestle with his emotions. Feeling a surge of determination to break through his brooding silence, you took a step closer, your hand instinctively reaching out to gently grasp the belt loop of Draco's trousers. Startled, Draco blinked in surprise, his attention finally shifting from the depths of his thoughts to your presence beside him. Before he could utter a word, you pulled him towards you with a gentle tug on his belt loop, closing the distance between you until there was barely an inch of space separating your bodies. And then, without hesitation, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his in a tender and reassuring kiss. At first, Draco stiffened in surprise, his eyes widening in astonishment as he registered the warmth of your lips against his. But as the sweetness of the kiss enveloped him, he slowly began to relax, the tension in his shoulders easing as he melted into your embrace. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he reached up to brush his fingers against your cheek. "I needed that." You smiled, your heart swelling with affection as you returned his gaze. "Anytime," you replied, your voice filled with warmth and sincerity. "I'm here for you, always." Draco nudged his nose against yours, connecting your lips once more and gently resting his hands on your waist.

Mattheo Riddle

In the cosy confines of Mattheo's dorm room, the afternoon sunlight filtered through the lake and through the window, casting a green glow over the space. You and Mattheo had returned from a long day of classes, and now you found yourselves engaged in a playful bout of wrestling on his bed. Laughter filled the air as you and Mattheo rolled around, teasing and tickling each other like carefree children. The stresses of the day melted away as you revelled in the simple joy of each other's company, lost in the warmth of shared laughter and affection. As the play fighting escalated, Mattheo managed to gain the upper hand, pinning you down to the bed with a triumphant grin. You looked up at him, a playful pout on your lips as you pretended to struggle against his hold. "Alright, alright, you win," you conceded with a chuckle, your eyes sparkling with mischief as you gazed up at him. Mattheo's grin widened at your surrender, his gaze locking with yours as he leaned down, his weight pressing against you. In that moment, as you lay beneath him, you couldn't tear your eyes away from his. Without a word, you reached up and gently tugged on the tie around Mattheo's neck, pulling him closer to you. Caught off guard, Mattheo's expression softened, his eyes filled with warmth and affection as he met your gaze. And then, with a tender urgency that mirrored the beating of your heart, you closed the remaining distance between you, pressing your lips against his in a sweet and passionate kiss. The warmth of the kiss enveloped you, leaving only the two of you lost in the sweetness of the moment. Mattheo's eyes shone with adoration as he gazed down at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. "I love you," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he brushed a strand of hair away from your face. "I love you too," you replied, your voice filled with sincerity as you reached up to cup his cheek, your fingers tracing the contours of his jawline.

Blaise Zabini

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the Hogwarts grounds. You and Blaise walked back from the library hand in hand. Laughter filled the air around you, the echoes of shared jokes and the peace of studying together creating an atmosphere of joy. As you strolled side by side, the air felt light and carefree. Blaise, ever the playful soul, couldn't resist the opportunity to inject a bit of whimsy into the evening. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he twirled you gently, and a playful dance unfolded spontaneously between you. The two of you erupted into soft laughter as Blaise, in a mock-serious manner, took the lead, waltzing with exaggerated grace. He playfully dipped you, causing another round of laughter to escape from your lips. Your eyes crinkled with love and joy. As Blaise twirled you once more, a sparkle in his eye, you seized the opportunity to playfully tug at the tie around his neck. He grinned, understanding the unspoken invitation, and with a hint of anticipation, he leaned in as you pulled him closer. You pressed your lips against Blaise's, the kiss carrying a mixture of spontaneity and genuine affection. The world seemed to pause, and for that brief moment, there was nothing but the shared laughter, the playful dance, and the warmth of the kiss. As you pulled away, still wrapped up in the joy of the impromptu dance, Blaise grinned down at you, his eyes sparkling with amusement and affection. The two of you continued your walk, hand in hand, Blaise rubbing your knuckles with his fingers as he whispers in your ear. “I love you, so much.”

[thearcticflame]

Hello all, my gf and her family are in an incredibly rough place being evicted from their home. She's set up a gofundme to raise money to find a new stable place to live. Donating or sharing are both greatly appreciated. Thank you.

[retrocgads]

UK 1987

[thegnomelord]

Soap and #12 with cismale reader. I was thinking they have mutual feelings for each other but not in a relationship yet, and some obliviousness mixed in for drama lol

Sure mate, though it ended up more drama than oblivious idiots in love lol. Play the game HERE.

Prompt: "What, did you think all those times I kissed you were for shits and giggles?" "Let's be real, you had a lot of fun shoving your tongue down my throat in public."

CW:NSFW, Sub Soap, Top male reader, back alley sex, semi-public sex, mild fighting, miscommunication, Soap being a jealous hoe(again)

You and Soap have a . . . thing. You're not quite sure what to call it; You're just comrades, friends, who go out for drinks after every mission and end up messily making out in the back of a bar only to get kicked out when you two inevitably get frisky and near an indecent exposure charge. But it's fine, because it gives you the excuse to go to base and fuck on the bed, or the floor, or the table, or against the wall, or any other semi-flat surface.

But you're just friends. . . or, that's what tell yourself every time your heart pitifully clenches in your chest when Soap smiles, when he laughs and pats your shoulder, when he moans your name so sweetly as you pound into him, when he looks at you as if his world starts and ends with you; because what would a bloke like Soap want with you other than sex? So you try to drown the ache for him by going out with other people, but it's never the same— not in the way they sound, in the way they move, in the way you feel.

Johnny, on the other hand, thinks you're his and his alone.

"I'm telling yea lads," Johnny says as he knocks back a beer, a lovey dovey look in his eyes like he's a lovesick puppy. "Ah've locked him down this time." He grins, and Ghost swears if he has to listen one more time about how big your cock is or how Johnny can still feel you from last time— he'll shoot you both.

"Uhuh," Gaz rolls his eyes, amused at his antics but also happy that he's finally found someone. "Yeah, su-" Something catches Gaz's eyes and he turns his head, the color draining from his face. "-ummmm."

Ghost's eyes quickly flicker over to where he's looking, "Look at that," Ghost gives a rough snort, "Locked your man down so good he's swappin' spit without you."

Soap's immediately sober as a nun, his neck audibly cracking when he swings around to look at you. The sight of you making out with a random girl across the bar has Soap's thoughts turning in his head like rusted cogs, the world almost slowing down to force him to feel all the emotions his brain spits out; Surprise comes first, like being drenched in ice cold water, disgust making his blood feel like tar at the thought of you touching someone else the same way you touch him, hot anger barreling straight through it to make fingers twitch for the trigger of a gun.

But it's the meek hurt that forces his legs to move, striding across the bar like he's on a war path. A rough hand on your shoulder makes you break off the kiss, your world spinning like a kaleidoscope from the booze and sudden force turning you around. Your eyes finally settle on familiar blue ones, but they're cold like the deepest part of the arctic. "Johnny?" You ask.

His name on your lips only makes his scowl deeper, a bruising grip on your arm as he tugs you, "We need tae talk," He spits, glaring at the poor girl you'd been making out with like she's riddled with plague.

You're not given even a second to argue before he's yanking you out the back exit into the alley between the bar and another building. A second later he's roughly slamming you into the brick wall, knocking the breath out of your lungs with a forearm against your throat and ignoring as you choke softly. "Thae fock's wrong wit' yea!" He snarls into your face, more animal than man.

Rapidly depleting oxygen forces your brain to flood your veins with adrenaline and suddenly you're moving, harshly elbowing him in the stomach and ramming him into the stone wall behind him you swear the rock cracks. "Me? What's wrong with you?"

He tries to push against you, your arms scrambling for a solid hold until you end up in a stand still, "What's wrong-" He shoves his face into yours, nearly breaking your nose while hissing like a feral cat, "-is thaet ye're shacking up with some tramp."

"So what!" You demand, a low grunt leaving your lips as you attempt to keep him pinned when he squirms like an eel, "We're just casual-" You force out those words, trying to ignore the stab to the chest your heart gives.

"Casual?" He scoffs and with a swift jerk of his head smashes his skull into yours. You stumble away, black spots dancing in your vision and that's all he needs to grab and switch your positions, pinning you to the wall. "What? D'yea think all those times I kissed you were for shits and giggles?" He demands, a bit of a traitorous hurt making his his voice crack, face pinched in pain.

"Let's be real-" Copper and iron invade your tastebuds, drawing attention to the slow stream of blood trickling from your nose, "-you had a lot of fun shoving your tongue down my throat in public."

You feel his body tense, but keep your eyes open as you expect him to punch you, to kick you, to do something to prove what you have is just temporary; pointless bliss.

"Then how'bout ah give yea a clearer message-" He leans in to lick trail of blood on your face before capturing your lips in a kiss that's more teeth than anything else. You wretch your hand free to tangle your fingers in his short hair, bodies fitting together like jigsaw pieces, reciprocating with just as much intensity as you bite his bottom lip until his blood floods your mouths. "Got it through yer thick skull now?" He asks, pulling back just a bit to stare into your eyes.

You don't know what 'it' is, but the kiss and the roughness makes heat burn through your veins, one quick flicker of your eyes confirming he's sporting the same problem in his pants as you are. "Think I'll need more convincing."

Soap yelps when you turn him around, pinning his chest to the cold wall as your hands slide down to his belt. You stall for a second to give him a way out, but he just growls, "Get on with it," So you quickly undo his pants, shoving his jeans and boxers just down beneath the swell of his arse.

"Slut," You chuckle when you catch sight of the black plug nestled between his cheeks, the skin near it still glistening with lube from how messily he'd prepped himself, "Needed me so bad did you?" You ask as you pull the plug out, putting it into your pocket as you push the head of your cock against his fluttering opening.

"'s cause ah love yea, fockin' git." He growls, his words making your brain crash.

"Repeat that," You say, softer, kinder than you usually operate, pressing against him until you're covering his back completely. "Say that again."

He notices your change, the ice in his eyes melting away enough to let him tug your head closer to kiss you, "I love you." The way he says it, like a prayer, like a sweet caress, has your heart melting into a puddle. A dingy back alley shouldn't be the place where you confess your love, but right now it feels like Paris.

"Love you too," You kiss him back and slide into him in one slow stroke, greedily swallowing down his sounds. You let him adjust before setting a hard pace like you know he loves, cock head scraping against his prostate with every thrust. "Really, really love you." You breathe out, watching his eyes lose focus as he lets out little 'ah, ah, ah's every time your hips meet.

"Bonnie, bonnie lad please-" He whines, resting his face against the dirty wall as he moans without shame, forgetting that anyone could walk in on you two and more than likely hear you across the single layer brick wall. "Fock, c'mon, give it to me."

"Yeah, gonna take care of you-" Your hand slides down to rub his cock, squeezing his base every time you bottom out and playing with his head when you draw your hips back so you can plunge back inside him, lust and love lighting up every synapse in your body. "Just say you love me again."

Johnny's eyes close as he falls into a barely comprehensible rambling of 'love you, love you, love you', his body shaking with a building heat in his stomach, precum rapidly lubing the glide of your hand as you fuck him in a harsh pace until with a sharp yell against his shoulder you cum inside him, Johnny following suit as he paints the dirty wall white with his cum.

You feel him collapse against you and have just enough strength left to support you both, though the wall does the brunt of the work. You breathe the same air as you try to get your bearings, both hearts beating in the same speed and rhythm, and Johnny whines when you attempt to shift, hole clenching greedily around you like his body doesn't want you to seperate.

"You know," You say when you've managed to catch your breath, nuzzling into the back of his neck, "There are easier ways to say you love me without biting my head off." You chuckle, as if your heart isn't beating a thousand miles per hour at the knowledge Soap loves you.

He swats at your head, "Oh awa' an bile yer heid." He growls such harsh words before kissing you softly, sharing a silent promise with you.

[yellowloid]

thinking about that "there's nowhere for me to hide" quote that's been going around and the fact that it's actually the opposite. i know he's mostly talking about writing and yes when it comes to am he's the one doing (most of) the lyrical work on records as opposed to tlsp where him and miles are 50-50 and they have a whole different creative process than he does with am. but when it comes to being on stage, performing with am is actually the time he hides most. perhaps exactly because he's up there alone as a frontman, hence the need to "protect" himself by putting on a persona, a mask that can be conveniently taken off once he's hopped off stage (a theme that has been widely explored in the last albums, but really it's been there his whole discography - including obviously tlsp with the bourne identity and also his solo work with songs such as hiding tonight). but when he's up there on stage with miles, and miles is "up there singing with [him]", he says it gives him somewhere to hide because that 50-50 ratio that comes with writing translates to their stage presence as well. however one could argue that it's that same equal ratio that makes it so that he doesn't, in fact, hide at all when it comes to tlsp performances, and especially eycte era ones. because the knowledge that not all attention is on him, but rather distributed equally on the both of them, added to the reassurance that having miles there gives him, results in what is maybe his most genuinely maskless behaviour, of which we've seen countless examples during the 2016 tour. and although one could also say that that one, too, could partly be a persona in and of itself, the point still stands - he might be hiding in different ways depending on whether he's up there as the am or tlsp frontman, but being two halves of a whole with miles certainly didn't give him more of a hiding place. on the contrary.