#but this one is so beautiful. unbelievable

[strayingawayy]

the ocean's embrace

...dad! chan x reader with their babygirl with little baby curls where chan makes his daughter meet his first lover aka the ocean. kissies to @hyunebunx bc this idea was entirely hers. i just sobbed and wrote it.

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chan carefully sank to his knees in the soft, golden sand, his heart swelling with a warmth that only your little girl could stir. with the gentlest of movements, he cradled her in his arms, her tiny hands clinging to his shirt as her wide eyes traced the endless stretch of the ocean. the waves whispered their timeless song, rolling in rhythm with the heartbeat of the earth itself. the sky above was a painting of pinks and oranges, a perfect canvas reflecting the love and wonder that filled the moment. the air was sweet with the scent of saltwater, and the soft breeze tousled chan’s hair as it kissed your cheeks.

"look, my love," chan whispered, his voice low and tender, his gaze never leaving the horizon, "this is the ocean. it’s big and old and beautiful, and it’s been waiting for you."

your daughter, her dark eyes wide with curiosity, studied the vast, shimmering water. her tiny body leaned into chan’s embrace, her little fingers curling tightly around his shirt as if drawing strength from him. she was hesitant, unsure of the endless expanse before her, but her heart was eager, drawn to the waves before her.

"it’s okay, sweet girl," you whispered softly, brushing your fingers through her curls. "the ocean’s a friend. it’s just saying hello."

chan’s eyes met yours, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he kissed your daughter’s forehead, then dipped her tiny toes into the cool foam. for a heartbeat, her whole body froze, her face crumpling in confusion as the water lapped at her feet. she blinked up at him, her wide eyes searching for reassurance.

"i think she’s a little unsure," you teased, the warmth of your smile matching the tenderness in your voice. "but i think we all are the first time we sea the waves, no?"

chan chuckled, the sound full of affection, his heart in his eyes. "i was nervous, too, but now i can’t imagine being anywhere else," he says, his voice full of nostalgia as a memory reels before his eyes.

you nudged him playfully, a mischievous grin crossing your face. "well, that’s no surprise. the ocean’s always been your first love, hasn’t it?"

chan blinked at you, the playful shock clear on his face. his voice was teasing, yet there was a sparkle in his eyes. "i- no. did you really just say that?"

you giggled, raising an eyebrow. "i mean, it’s true, right? the ocean was there long before me, always calling to you. a little too loyal, if you ask me. an ex girlfriend if i recall correctly."

chan’s eyes widened in exaggerated disbelief, his mouth forming a dramatic "o." "unbelievable," he muttered, though the corners of his lips twitched upward. "the ocean’s not my ex girlfriend, and i’m certainly not in love with her anymore."

leaning down, he whispered to your daughter, who was still staring at the water with a mixture of wonder and wariness. "right, baby? the ocean’s just a friend. a really big, really old friend."

your daughter, her attention still held by the waves, blinked at her father. and then, with a voice that was as sweet as a lullaby, she spoke, her words so soft and delicate they seemed to belong to the sea itself.

"papa," she murmured, "big...water."

you froze, the world standing still for a breath. chan’s eyes widened, and a smile broke over his face as his heart swelled with pride. "you-" he stopped, his face lighting up. "well i suppose big water is one way to put it, sweetheart."

your daughter, still focused on the waves, reached her tiny hand toward the water again, her fingers brushing the foam as if inviting the ocean to come closer. the hesitation was gone, replaced by an innocent curiosity that shimmered in her gaze. through her words, she had already claimed the ocean as her own.

chan beamed at her, his voice full of pride. "that’s right, little one. it’s big. but it’s also beautiful, and it’s always been here, just waiting for you to find it."

you smiled at your daughter, her tiny feet dipping into the cool water, her face alight with wonder. "just like you, sweet girl," you murmured. "you'll be just as big and beautiful as her one day."

your daughter’s smile grew wider, her laughter bubbling up like the ocean itself. she stood, her feet firm in the water now, no longer afraid, but entirely entranced by the world she was discovering. "big...water," she said again, her voice full of awe, her tiny hands reaching out as if she could touch the entire ocean in that moment.

you exchanged a glance with chan, and both of you couldn’t help but laugh, the joy in your hearts reflected in each other’s eyes. "she’s definitely your daughter," you teased, the happiness in your voice undeniable.

chan lifted your daughter into the air, holding her so she could see the waves more clearly. "maybe she’s my first love’s new best friend," he said with a wink, his tone playful, but the affection he felt for both of you clear as day. "but the ocean’s not her first love. she’s my forever."

your daughter giggled, her curls bouncing as the water splashed around her, and the whole world seemed to dance in time with her joy. the sun, now low in the sky, bathed the world in a warm, soft glow, painting the horizon with hues of rose and lavender. in that moment, the ocean, the sand, the breeze…all of it became part of the love you shared as a family.

as you leaned into chan, the rhythm of the ocean mirroring the gentle beats of your heart, you knew this was the beginning of something magical; the first of many memories, and the start of a lifelong bond with the water that had always been a part of chan’s heart.

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@bluesungology

[ghouljams]

Omg how's Gaz and the maid doing??? We haven't heard of them in forever. They're the least depressing ones in this AU, I think.

Love you and your writing btw

Muah

You wave the letter from you father in front of Lord Garrick's face, uncaring for your decorum when all you want to do is jump across his desk and strangle him. Your father, loving as he may be, is marvelously angry. Someone claiming to be the king's advisor, though you suspect it truly was your lord, has asked him for your hand in marriage. Which has caused your father to make the understandable assumption that you're pregnant. Why else would a nobleman begin marriage talks with him? It's not as if you're of any high standing, you're just barely a step above a peasant from working in the castle but you are still woefully common.

"Is this some sort of joke?" You ask Lord Garrick, slamming your letter against his desk. He looks down at it, then back to you.

"It's not a very funny one if it is," He responds, taking the letter from under your fingers and standing.

You take a step back from his desk, suddenly reminded of your station. Garrick reads over your father's letter as he steps around the desk, you turn with his path, keeping your eyes trained on him. You're too wary to look away, he's unpredictable and you lose all thought when he touches you. Which seems to be the only thing he wants to do, and you can't say you feel any different.

He's charming.

He's gorgeous.

He's dangerous.

He's far, far, too close to you too quickly.

He holds your chin between his fingers, soft and loose, it locks you in place. The memory of his thumb sliding against your lips makes your cheeks flash with heat, goosebumps prickling over your skin when you force it back down.

"You father thinks you're pregnant." Garrick summarizes, his eyes darting over the letter in his opposite hand. You wish he'd look at you, or let you go so you can get some distance. His eyes are so rich this close.

You feel the memory of his hands on you so often you'd convinced yourself you were sleepwalking. The press of his chest against your back haunted your dreams. The tip of his head as he leaned over you followed you through the back halls. And yet nothing hung over your head quite so sharply as the fleeting feeling of his stubble brushing your jaw, interrupted too soon, and taking too much to walk away from. He called you "doll" but maybe "puppet" was more accurate.

"I'm not," You assure him, assure yourself and the memory of your father's frown. Lord Garrick hums, something flickering over his gaze that you can't parse.

"You could be," He reasons, "you've been in and out of my chambers alone, and you're so-" his fingers move from your chin to stroke over your cheek, his thumb rubbing just below your eye as he cups your face, "-beautiful, it wouldn't be unbelievable."

A shiver fingers its way through you, spreading to touch each muscle along your spine, up your cheeks and down to your fingertips. You tense all over to keep from shaking at the way your lord looks at you. An almost pitying, but unmistakable hunger that makes your heart quicken in your chest.

"I'm a virgin," You remind yourself, "I could have a physician check, write something as proof."

"Or you could let me check." Garrick breathes, his gaze consumptive, pulling you closer with each breath. He tips his head and you feel that phantom brush of his stubble, with no one to save you from yourself this time. "Your husband is better suited for that, don't you think, poppet?"

[butterflywingswrites]

reposting all my anon fics in one place. enjoy 🤗

giving caitlin a massage on vacation part 2

unsurprisingly, caitlin was an amazing kisser. she kissed exactly the way you liked it. enough tongue that the kiss was wet and messy in a good way but not too much that it was sloppy or gross. the hand on your neck snaked into your hair to cradle the back of your head. the hand holding your hands down moved to your face. the kiss was slow and sweet but so so filthy in the best way. you pulled back and took in how beautiful she looked. her eyes were full of lust, her cheeks flushed, and her lips were wet from your kiss. she stroked your cheek with her thumb

“let me take care of you” you breathed out “let me make you feel good”

“fuck yes. please” you gave her another deep kiss before sitting up and taking your baggy t-shirt off. you don’t want anything getting in the way of this moment

“i’m gonna go slow so you can relax and take time to enjoy yourself” you gave her a quick peck on the lips before moving to her ear and whispering “and so i have more time to hear you scream” you slowly placed kisses down her neck, careful to avoid marks in case someone recognizes her at the hotel and a picture from vacation gets on the internet. you kissed from the side of her neck to the middle before starting down her chest. the soft moans and sweet whimpers returned. letting the intrusive thoughts win, you moved your head to her underwear waistline and licked from her bellybutton to the middle of her chest. she raised her eyebrows

“i didn’t realize you were an ab licker. you’re dirty as hell”

“if you don’t like anything i do, just tell me”

“i never said i didn’t like it” with that in mind, you licked all the way up her right thigh to the edge of her underwear. she made a noise of surprise, but not displeasure. you moved your head back down to her right knee and gave small light kisses up her thigh. her soft moans and sweet whimpers turned you on endlessly and only encouraged you to continue your teasing. once you got to the top of her thigh, you rubbed your nose against the wet spot (which definitely did get bigger) and licked it. caitlin groaned your name and you swore it was the most beautiful noise you’ve ever heard. it almost made you abandon your plan. almost

instead of eating her out like she wanted, you moved to caitlin’s left knee and started placing small light kisses up her left thigh. if she asked, you would’ve told her you did it to make the payoff better but, selfishly, you wanted to prolong the moment. you weren’t sure you were going to get to touch her again and you wanted to make this last as long as you could. you wanted her soft moans and sweet whimpers to go on as long as possible. when you got to the top of her thigh, you pulled your head fully away from her. she gave you a death stare until you hooked your fingers on the side of her underwear and pulled them off her body. you moved your head back between her legs

“you’re so wet” you teased “is this all for me?” caitlin whined out a yes and you finally put her out of her misery. you licked her pussy and she brought her hands to your head. she pulled on your hair and you yourself let out a moan. caitlin pulling your hair while you ate her out was something you fantasized about for years. it was unbelievable that this was actually happening. you started sucking on her clit and brought two fingers up to her mouth. she was certainly wet enough to take your fingers without it but you’ve wanted her to suck on your fingers forever. yes it was probably too much to have all of these fantasies about your friend but it’s not your fault! she’s too hot. it’s actually her fault you have all these dirty thoughts

as caitlin sucked on your fingers you determined that the fantasy could never live up to the real thing. you pulled your fingers out of her mouth and put them inside her. you curled your fingers up into her as you continued sucking on her clit. you tried to commit her pretty noises to memory as she came closer to orgasm. she groaned your name over and over. definitely the most beautiful noise you’ve ever heard. caitlin came on your fingers and you let her ride out her orgasm. you pulled your fingers out of her and put them in your mouth. she sat up on the bed as you wiped your face. you sat up next to her and smiled

“was that good for you? do you feel more relaxed now?”

“yes that was amazing. can you do something for me? it would really help me relax”

“yes whatever you want”

“let me make you cum” your jaw dropped open and you stuttered a bit

“i-i-i mean if it would help you relax then who would i be to tell you no?” you tried-and failed-to maintain your composure at the idea of caitlin touching you. you were already distractingly wet but just thinking about her touching you sent a new surge of wetness between your legs. she gave you a dirty smile, put her hands on your hips, and tugged at your sweats and underwear

“off” she commanded. awkward nerdy off court caitlin was gone and confident cocky on court caitlin had appeared. you lifted your hips so she could take your clothes off your body. wasting no time, she immediately put her head between your legs. your fingers gripped her hair as you fought the urge to tilt your head back and close your eyes. you wanted the visual of her eating you out seared into your mind in case this was a one time thing. she pulled her head back. her eyes were wide and doe-y and her entire face was wet. fuck

“you’re so wet. is this all for me?” she teased you with your own words and you were too desperate to be cute

“yes all for you. please keep going” smirking and satisfied with your answer, caitlin continued to eat you out. she was fucking relentless as she ate you out with an intensity you’ve only ever seen from her on the court. you tried to hold off your orgasm to savor the moment but she was too much for you

“i can feel you fighting. let go” you pulled her hair as you came all over her pretty face. she sat herself up in front of you and you stared at her in awe. she slowly wiped her face while never breaking eye contact. she brought her fingers between your legs and traced your pussy with them. you inhaled deeply as she brought them to her mouth

“you’re still wet” she said with a dirty smile “what do you want?”

“what do you mean?” maybe it was your post orgasm haze or maybe the question was actually unclear, but you didn’t understand what she was getting at

“i’m going to make you cum again. how do you want it?” any and every way she was willing to give it to you. but you couldn’t be greedy

“let me ride your thigh” years of seeing her gorgeous legs in shorts made the choice obvious. she moved to the headboard, sitting up with her legs spread. you threw your legs over her thigh and lowered yourself down. caitlin’s large hands grabbed your hips and guided you up and down her thigh. you were already so sensitive from your previous orgasm, you knew you weren’t going to last long. you stared at her face as you got yourself off on her thigh. she looked so pretty all fucked out and focused on your pleasure. she flexed her muscular thigh and the sensation went right to your clit. you moaned out her name pathetically

“that’s it baby. cum for me” with another flex of her thigh, you came again with a strangled moan of her name. caitlin giggled as you caught your breath. how can she always be cute and sexy at the same time? she moved her hands from your hips to your face. she sweetly stroked your cheeks with her thumbs

“now i feel relaxed”

[biblical-chronicles]

Desperation

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where the reader and Liam celebrate him going solo (and she really wants to be taken for a ride but he's in a rather teasing mood).

[18+] (!!)

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The flat was a proper state by now as the two of you celebrated As You Were finally being out in the world. You were both a bit too drunk, sprawled out on the couch, laughing at each other over nonsense only the two of you would find funny.

Liam was lounging, his legs stretched out on the coffee table, head tilted lazily against the couch. His hair was a mess, and his t-shirt was rumpled, but he looked so damn good. You’d been sneaking glances at him all night, your chest swelling with pride over everything he’d accomplished.

You sighed, a bit louder than you intended. He turned his head to look at you, a knowing smirk already on his lips.

“What’s that for, then?” he asked.

You hesitated, the alcohol in your system making your tongue a bit too loose. “Just… proud of you, that’s all.”

His smirk softened into a grin, and he tipped his beer bottle toward you. “Cheers, love. Couldn’t have done it without ya, you know.”

You hummed, not trusting yourself to say more. But the longer you sat there, watching him take another swig of his drink, the harder it became to ignore the thoughts swirling in your head. He wasn’t just talented, determined, and sharp-witted—he was beautiful. Absolutely bloody beautiful.

And the alcohol wasn’t helping your restraint.

Before you could overthink it, you set your drink down and shuffled over to him on the couch, clumsily straddling his lap. His eyebrows shot up as he let out a startled laugh.

“Oi! What’s this about, then?”

You grabbed his face, leaning in close enough that your noses almost touched. “You’re too fit for your own good, Gallagher.”

He grinned, his hands instinctively going to your hips to steady you. “Yeah? Took you this long to notice?”

You rolled your eyes, your fingers brushing through his hair. “Shut up.”

“Make me.”

You leaned in to kiss him, but he turned his head at the last second, your lips landing on his cheek instead. You pulled back, glaring at him as he laughed, his shoulders shaking beneath you.

“Liam,” you whined, grabbing the front of his t-shirt. “Stop being an idiot.”

“Can’t help it, love,” he teased, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You’re makin’ it too fun.”

You huffed, trying to kiss him again, but he dodged you, leaning back against the couch with a cocky grin. “Not so fast. You’ve got to work for it.”

“Work for it?” you sputtered, your cheeks flushing. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And yet,” he said, smirking, “here you are, throwin’ yourself at me.”

Your frustration boiled over, and in your drunken determination, you shoved his shoulders back, making him topple slightly against the armrest of the couch. He let out an exaggerated oof, laughing as you finally managed to capture his lips in a kiss.

It was messy and uncoordinated, your teeth grazing his bottom lip at one point. You could feel his smirk against your mouth as he finally started kissing you back, his hands tightening on your hips.

“‘Bout time,” he muttered against your lips, his voice still teasing.

“Oh, give over,” you mumbled, trying to keep up with his relentless teasing, but the way his hands slid up your back had your words trailing off into a sigh.

“Look at you,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to catch his breath. “All worked up. Proper desperate for me, aren’t ya?”

You glared at him, your cheeks burning as you tried to retort, but he leaned in, nipping playfully at your jawline, effectively cutting you off.

“Admit it,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. “You can’t resist me.”

“You’re such a tosser,” you managed, but your voice lacked conviction as his lips trailed down to your neck.

“Yeah, maybe,” he said, chuckling. “But you love it.”

You couldn’t argue with that, not when his hands were sliding under the hem of your shirt.

Your fingers fumbled with the hem of his t-shirt, the alcohol making your coordination less than stellar. You tugged at the fabric clumsily, desperate to feel more of him, your frustration bubbling up when he only chuckled at your attempts.

“Christ, love,” he teased, tilting his head to look at you, his grin infuriatingly smug. “In a bit of a rush, are we?”

“Liam,” you whined, your voice thick with want and exasperation. “You’re impossible.”

“Am I?” he said, arching a brow, his hands still lazily brushing along your sides as if he had all the time in the world.

You groaned, giving up on his shirt for the moment and instead pressing yourself closer to him. His thigh was firm beneath you, and the sudden friction sent a shiver through your body. You bit your lip, your cheeks heating up as you instinctively started to move, rolling your hips clumsily against him in an attempt to find some relief.

Liam’s hands froze for a moment, and you caught the slight hitch in his breath before he smirked again, his grip on your hips tightening.

“Bloody hell,” he muttered, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly tone. “You’re not messin’ about, are ya?”

“No, I’m not,” you shot back, the alcohol giving you just enough courage to glare at him. “And if you don’t stop taking the piss, I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” he interrupted, his grin widening as he tilted his head, his eyes practically glowing with amusement.

You didn’t answer, too focused on the sensation of his thigh beneath you, the way his hands guided your movements even as he teased you mercilessly. You felt clumsy and desperate, but you didn’t care. The heat pooling in your stomach was impossible to ignore, and Liam’s refusal to just give in was driving you mad.

“Liam,” you groaned, your voice coming out more like a plea than you intended.

“Yeah?” he replied.

“Please,” you murmured, your forehead dropping to his shoulder as you continued your movements, your breath hitching with every pass.

He hummed, the low sound vibrating through you, and you felt his lips brush against your temple. “What’s the matter, love? Thought you were in charge here.”

You pulled back, glaring at him through narrowed eyes.

“Why do you have to be such a pain?” you shot back, your voice a little shaky, though whether it was from the alcohol or the way his hands gripped your waist, you couldn’t tell.

“Me? A pain?” He tilted his head, mock innocence dripping from his tone. “You’re the one grindin’ on me like it’s your last night on Earth.”

You swatted his arm, your cheeks flushing hotter than they already were. “You’re impossible.”

“Impossible?” He clicked his tongue, shifting slightly beneath you just to watch your breath hitch. “Not what you were sayin’ a minute ago, was it?”

You groaned, throwing your head back dramatically. “Why do I even put up with you?”

Liam leaned closer, his lips brushing just below your ear. “’Cause you can’t resist me, and you know it.”

“Ugh,” you huffed, your frustration spilling over as you tugged at his shirt again. This time, it was less clumsy, more determined, but he still didn’t budge, his hands catching yours mid-motion.

“Easy, tiger,” he teased, holding your wrists gently but firmly. “What’s the rush? We’ve got all night.”

“Liam Gallagher, if you don’t—”

But he cut you off with a laugh, leaning back into the couch as if this was all a game to him. “Go on, then. What’re you gonna do?”

Your reply caught in your throat, your brain too foggy to come up with a decent retort. Instead, you let out a frustrated growl, your movements against him becoming a little more frantic, desperate for any semblance of control.

Liam’s grip on your waist tightened, his teasing smirk faltering just slightly as his breathing grew heavier. “Careful, love,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. “You’re gonna wear yourself out.”

“I wouldn’t have to if you’d stop being such a—”

“Such a what?” he interrupted, his lips brushing against yours, so close but not nearly enough. “Go on, say it.”

“Such a bastard,” you finished, your voice shaky as you met his gaze.

He chuckled again, his forehead resting against yours. “Maybe,” he admitted, his hands sliding down to your hips to guide your movements just enough to make you gasp.

Liam's hands on your hips were steady now as you rocked against his thigh. You could feel it building, that tight coil in your stomach, your body responding to the rhythm you’d created. The alcohol coursing through you only made it more intense.

You let out a shaky breath, your forehead dropping to his as you whispered his name, your voice trembling with need. “Liam...”

He was watching you closely now, his eyes dark and focused, the smirk still tugging at the corners of his mouth. He shifted his thigh just slightly, enough to make your head fall back with a small, helpless moan.

“Christ, look at you,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with amusement. “You’re so close, aren’t ya?”

You nodded, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt for support as you kept moving, your breaths growing shorter.

But just as the edge started to blur, just as you felt yourself tipping over, Liam’s hands tightened on your waist and he pulled you down from his thigh.

“Liam!” you gasped, blinking up at him in disbelief, your cheeks burning as small tears prickled in the corners of your eyes.

He laughed softly, clearly pleased with himself. “Bloody hell, look at you,” he said, brushing a thumb under your eye to catch a stray tear that had escaped. “Worked up over nearly nothin’, eh?”

You glared at him, your frustration boiling over. “It wasn’t nothin’, and you know it,” you snapped, though your voice wavered.

He tilted his head, his grin widening. “Oh, I know, love. Believe me, I know. But you’re actin’ like I’ve denied you oxygen or summat.”

“Because you have!” you shot back, your hands pushing at his chest weakly before falling back to your sides.

“Have I now?” he teased, his hands sliding up your thighs to rest on your hips. “Didn’t realize I had that much power over ya.”

“You’re infuriating,” you hissed, your frustration palpable as you squirmed in his hold.

“And you’re bloody gorgeous when you’re like this,” he countered, leaning in close enough that his breath fanned across your lips. “Proper addictive, you are.”

You let out a shaky breath, your tears now more from pent-up tension than frustration, as you whispered, “Then stop messing with me, Liam.”

His grin softened just slightly “Oh, love,” he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “I’ll stop when you’re beggin’ me for it.”

You groaned, hiding your face in your hands.

Liam’s teasing smirk lingered, but his resolve seemed to falter when you went on to straddle him again, your head falling against his shoulder.

“Oh, alright, love,” he murmured, his tone still playful. “Can’t have you cryin’ over me, can I?”

Before you could process his words, his hands moved, firm and deliberate, pulling you flush against him. His lips crashed into yours with urgency, the kiss messy and uncoordinated thanks to the alcohol.

You let out a muffled moan against his mouth, your hands tangling in his hair as you melted into him, the earlier frustration dissolving into pure want. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, and you gasped, the sound swallowed by his kiss as his hands slid under your shirt, rough fingertips brushing the bare skin of your back.

“Thought you were gonna make me beg,” you managed to mumble breathlessly between kisses, your voice trembling with equal parts need and triumph.

He chuckled against your lips. “You already did, darlin’,” he teased, his hands gripping your waist as he shifted you closer. “Didn’t even know it.”

You groaned, your nails digging lightly into his scalp in retaliation, earning a sharp inhale from him. “You’re insufferable,” you whispered, though the way your lips chased his told an entirely different story.

“And you’re drunk,” he shot back, his grin breaking the kiss for a moment, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. “Clumsy as hell, too.”

“Shut up,” you muttered, trying to reclaim his mouth, but he tilted his head just out of reach, his smirk maddening.

“Alright, alright,” he teased, his voice thick with amusement. “No need to get violent, love.”

You groaned, half out of exasperation, half out of desperation, your hands gripping the collar of his shirt as you yanked him closer. “Liam,” you hissed, your tone a warning now.

His smirk faltered as he let you close the gap this time, his lips crashing into yours with a force that sent your head spinning. You moaned into his mouth, your fingers fumbling at his shirt, tugging it up but not managing to get it off entirely.

“Christ, yer keen,” he muttered, his voice muffled against your lips as his hands slid under your top, rough palms skimming up your sides.

“Don’t you dare start again,” you shot back, your words muffled. You shifted in his lap, your thighs clenching around him, which was enough to draw a sharp inhale from him.

“Bloody hell,” he rasped, his grip tightening on your hips as his lips left yours to trail down your jaw, to your neck, biting and kissing with a hunger that matched your own.

Your top was shoved up but not off, and neither of you cared. His hands found every inch of exposed skin they could, and you were just as desperate, tugging his shirt further up his chest, though it remained caught around his shoulders.

“You’re impossible,” you panted, your head falling back as his teeth grazed the sensitive spot just below your ear.

“Yeah look who’s talking.” he shot back, the smirk audible in his voice even as his mouth continued its way down your neck.

You didn’t dignify that with a response, instead grinding down against him, the friction sending a bolt of electricity through you both. His head fell back against the couch, a low groan escaping him as his hands gripped your waist tightly.

“God, Liam,” you breathed, your fingers tangling in his hair as you kissed him again, your lips colliding with his in a mess of teeth and desperation.

“Slow down, love,” he murmured against your mouth, though his hands betrayed him, sliding up your thighs to grip at the curve of your hips. “We’ve got time.”

“Not enough,” you countered, your voice trembling, your fingers digging into his shoulders for balance.

His laugh was rough and low, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. “You’re mad, y’know that?”

“Shut up and touch me,” you demanded, your hands sliding down his chest, taking in the warmth of his skin through the gaps where his shirt hung open.

His response was immediate, his hands finding the hem of your shorts and tugging just enough to make you gasp.

His hands fumbled with the button of your shorts, his fingers clumsy from the alcohol but determined, his frustration evident in the quiet curses that escaped his lips. You couldn’t help but laugh softly at his struggle, your own hands moving to help him, though it only seemed to tangle you both up further.

“Bloody hell,” he muttered, his voice rough as he finally managed to undo the button, pushing the fabric down just enough to make room for his wandering hands.

Your laugh turned into a breathy moan as his fingers brushed against your skin. You leaned forward, your lips capturing his again in a kiss that was all teeth and urgency, your hands tugging at his shirt in a futile attempt to get it off completely.

“Leave it,” he rasped against your mouth, his hands gripping your hips as he shifted beneath you, trying to maneuver you into a better position as he kissed you again.

“Liam,” you whined, your voice barely above a whisper as you broke the kiss, your forehead resting against his. “Please, just—”

“Impatient, aren’t ya?” he cut you off, his smirk returning as he leaned back slightly, his hands still firmly on your hips, holding you just where he wanted.

You didn’t bother answering instead your fingers quickly found their way to the waistband of his joggers, clumsily tugging them down as Liam shifted beneath you to help, his grin still there. “In a hurry, are we?”

“Shut up,” you muttered, focusing on your task as best as you could, though the alcohol made your movements less than graceful. The material bunched awkwardly, and you cursed under your breath, making him laugh.

“Need a hand, love?” he asked, one brow quirked.

“I’ve got it,” you snapped, though your laugh betrayed your frustration. You finally managed to slide his joggers down enough to reveal the hard line of him pressing against the fabric of his boxers. The sight made your breath hitch, and Liam caught the look in your eyes, his smirk softening lightly.

“Go on, then,” he murmured, his hands settling on your hips, encouraging but still letting you take the lead.

You swallowed hard, the warmth of his hands grounding you as you slid the last barrier away, your fingers brushing against his skin and making him suck in a sharp breath.

Liam’s hands tightened on your hips, his touch searing as you shifted to position yourself over him. His eyes locked on yours, dark and brimming with a hunger that made your chest tighten.

“You sure about this, love?” he asked, his voice rough but sincere.

You nodded, your lips parting as you whispered, “Absolutely.”

“Good.” he muttered, his hands guiding you as you slowly sank down onto him, the stretch stealing your breath. His head fell back against the couch, a sharp exhale escaping him as you both adjusted, the connection overwhelming.

For a moment, neither of you moved, the air filled just with your shared breaths. His hands roamed up and down your thighs, grounding you as you slowly began to rock your hips. The immediate sensation was dizzying, each movement sending sparks through your body.

“Bloody hell,” Liam groaned, his hands gripping your hips to steady you. “You feel… fuckin’ perfect, you do.”

The praise made your cheeks flush, your hands bracing against his chest as you picked up the pace, your movements clumsy but eager. Liam’s fingers dug into your skin, guiding your rhythm as he met you halfway, his low groans and whispered curses spurring you on.

The couch creaked beneath you, the sound mingling with your gasps and moans as the tension built between you. His lips found your neck again, his teeth grazing your skin before he kissed and sucked at the spot, messy and wet, leaving a trail of spit behind before finally getting to your lips again.

The kiss was all tongues and teeth, his spit mixing with yours as you clung to him. He licked into your mouth, his grip on your hips tightening as you whimpered against his lips, completely undone by how fervent he was.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his breath hot against your spit-slicked lips. “So desperate, yeah? Can’t get enough, can ya?”

“Shut up,” you panted, your voice trembling, though your words carried no weight. Your movements grew more frantic, the slick slide of your bodies driving you closer and closer to the edge.

He laughed as his lips caught yours again, the kiss even messier this time. Your spit dripped down your chin but Liam didn’t seem to care, his hands gripping you like he couldn’t bear to let go. His tongue swept over yours, his teeth nipping at your lower lip as you gasped into his mouth.

You whimpered, your nails raking down his chest as you clung to him, unable to keep up with the pace he was setting. His cock filled you perfectly, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure straight to your core, and you couldn’t stop the broken sounds spilling from your lips.

“God, Liam,” you cried, your voice trembling as you pressed your forehead against his, your hips grinding against him desperately.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he groaned, his teeth catching your jawline before dragging his tongue over the damp skin. “So good for me, love. So fuckin’ good.”

Your body trembled as the tension built higher, your legs shaking from the effort, your breaths coming out in sharp gasps. The wet sounds of your bodies moving together were borderline obscene, your slick coating him and making each thrust even filthier.

“You’re close, aren’t ya?” he muttered, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot and ragged. “I can feel it—fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.”

You could only nod, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming sensation. “Please” you whimpered, not even sure what you were begging for anymore, your body trembling as you chased the edge.

“Go on, then,” he urged, his voice soft but insistent. “Let me feel you.”

The words were your undoing. The tension snapped, pleasure crashing over you in a wave that left you crying out, your nails digging into his shoulders. Your body shook as you came, your movements faltering as he held you steady, riding you through it.

“That’s it, love,” he murmured, his voice low and wrecked, his lips brushing against your temple as he chased his own release. A few more rough thrusts and he groaned, his body tensing beneath you as he spilled into you, his grip on your hips slackening as the last of his strength left him.

The room was filled with the sound of your heavy breaths, the scent of sweat hanging in the air as you both came down from the high. Liam’s hands moved to your back, his touch surprisingly tender as he stroked your damp skin.

“Reckon we’ve done in the couch,” he said, his grin wide and teasing despite the flush on his cheeks.

You laughed, your head still resting on his shoulder. “Wouldn’t be the first time you’ve wrecked a piece of furniture, would it?”

“Oi, cheeky,” he shot back, though his arms tightened around you, holding you close.

As the haze of alcohol and adrenaline began to fade, you couldn’t help but smile against his skin, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “Liam,” you murmured softly, “I’m so proud of you.”

He went quiet for a moment, his lips brushing against your hair. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you said, lifting your head to meet his gaze. “You deserve this—everything.”

His grin softened, and for a moment, he looked at you like you’d just handed him the world. “Guess I’ve got everything I need right here.”

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really hope the slight wait for this was worth it ya lot, tried steppin’ me game up a bit, can’t wait for the feedback xx

need more dilf Liam appreciation on here, also hope the pair of ya whose requests I mashed together here are happy with this, love ya!

[m-jelly]

Hello Jelly! I hope your days are going good, happy late new year! If your requests are open and you're willing to write it, I have one. A Levi x reader who's a Selkie (A woman who can change between a seal and human by taking on/off her seal skin) where reader meets Levi in the corps. She was trying to bargain for her skin back from someone (who was trying to get married to reader by hiding her skin) and Levi steps in. They form a friendship, eventually fall for one another, and they get married. But what happens after she gets her skin back is up to you, feel free to ignore though.

What makes you whole.

Levi x selkie fem reader

Canon world, post-war Levi, married couple, emotional, slight angst, romance.

After settling down after the war ended Levi manages to track down your lost skin stolen from you. Conflicted by his feelings and what to do, he finally decides it's best to hand it back over to you and accept whatever you choose to do.

When he gazed at your skin, it was hard to know how to feel. It brought him joy knowing that the very thing that brought you together was right in front of him. It was so beautiful too, which was so typical of you to be incredibly beautiful because you always were.

Levi remembered when he first met you almost falling apart as you pleaded with a man for your selkie skin back, but he would only gift it if you married him. He saved you and discovered the man never had your skin. That meeting started everything, your romance and life grew from then on.

The love Levi had for you was deep and strong, so knowing he could possibly lose you by handing over this skin hurt his heart. Honesty was important between you and him, you'd tell him everything and he would you. Having this skin and not telling you would be a horrible sin.

He collected the skin wrapped it up and placed it in his bag. He grabbed the walking stick you gifted him and made his way home. Each step towards your home on the beach he felt a sinking feeling in his heart. You were a divine creature of the ocean, surely you'd leave him to go home.

He stopped when he came to the house and saw you outside hanging the washing. The bag he was holding felt unbelievably heavy. He released it causing it to thud against the floor. A sob of despair escaped him causing you to look over.

Hearing you run over and calling out his name only broke him more. Would this be the last time you'd run to him? Would this be the last time you held him? Was this the end of his happy life and love?

You cradled Levi's perfect face in your hands. "Darling, talk to me. What's wrong? Levi, please."

He shook a little unable to string a sentence together, so he simply said. "Bag."

"Bag?" Confusion was etched on your face. "What do you mean?"

He persisted and pointed. "Bag."

Piecing things together a little, you crouched down and opened the bag. Your hands stilled when you recognised what your husband had brought to you, your skin was back. "Levi, I..." You cast your gaze up to your husband who was breaking. "Thank you for finding it."

His legs gave in making him slip to the floor, but you caught him and cradled him in your loving arms. He sobbed your name. "I will miss you."

You frowned at his words. "Miss me? Am I going somewhere?"

He clung to you. "The ocean. It's you're home. You can go home now."

"Home?"

"Yes."

You shifted your wonderful body and cradled his face. "Levi, I'm not going anywhere. I'm not leaving you because I'm already home."

He sniffed as your words started to sink in, the pain in his heart subsided as love spread through him. "You are?"

Tears ran down your cheeks as you smiled. "Oh, you beautiful and romantic man. Yes, I am home. You are my home. I'm not going anywhere unless it is with you. I love you, Levi. I love you more than anything in this world." You kissed him passionately and tried to push your feelings into the kiss. "I love you."

Levi's pain washed away from your words and actions. "I love you too. I love you so much. You're my everything." He tilted his head and kissed you over and over, the more he did the more heated it became. "Thank you, thank you for staying."

You hummed a gentle laugh. "You're stuck with me, darling husband. I'm not going anywhere." You got up and pulled him with you. "Let's get you inside and this skin."

Levi grabbed the bag. "I've got it."

"It'll be a fun thing to show our kids. Mummy's seal skin."

A blush consumed Levi's cheeks and he walked with you home. "Yeah, it'll be fun for them."

You placed the bag down on the side before wrapping your arms around Levi. "Did you think I was going to leave you?"

"Mm."

You rubbed his back. "I'll never leave you. I'm yours, Levi."

He released a long sigh. "I know that now. I love you."

You kissed his cheek. "Thank you for thinking of me. I'm shocked you were willing to let me go, but that'd never happen. I'm forever yours."

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[picspammer]

No dawn, no day I'm always in this twilight In the shadow of your heart

[bitchslapblastoids]

treading delicately here because there is much fun and whimsy to be had, plus i don't want to speak for anybody. but as this pherson of the year tourney proceeds, can we all just be extra cautious and gentle and supportive and mindful of the fact that there are humans behind the blogs, and those humans didn't ask to be a part of this and now just have to be cool about it? and they're all so smart and funny and creative and essential to this space! so idk yeah let's just be. thoughtful? there are no winners or losers on phannie tumblr we're all just doing our thing here building something weird and wonderful and fun together <3

[tyudeongi]

ZHANG HAO :: KILL THE ROMEO 240829 @M COUNTDOWN

[starflungwaddledee]

✨ hot moth summer jumpscare! ✨

my favourite rizzless reaper for @aseuki's dtiys giveaway challenge!

there's only a few days left to enter, but there are literally only two entries right now and you can go in the raffle to win free art from an astounding artist; please check it out!

[f1-stuff]

São Paulo GP '23 // Thurs Interview

"Here, I expect Mercedes to be strong... On the other hand, I hope we can have a good (weekend) and bring some strong points home...because our target is to finish second in the Constructors'."

[loudlyunladylike]

thinking about the phrase "trans kids deserve to grow up" and absolutely bawling. truly one of the most beautiful things about growing into a queer adult is seeing my friends finally get that surgery, get that deed poll, get their hormones, move out of their shitty home towns and ultimately just witnessing my friends grow into themselves, the most beautiful beautiful people, on their own terms.

we must continue to nurture queer lives and especially queer youth, the world is so much more of a beautiful place with them in it. queer joy is real! find it, create it, support it!

[draw-the-squad-like-this]

Draw your characters like this! (src)

[sophiethewitch1]

You mentioned that all the Wayne's post thirst traps. And that Damian's are like Victorian women showing some racy ankle. What does he consider a thirst trap then.

Have you ever seen a man in a dark turtle neck sweater.

[demigod-of-the-agni]

Sometimes I think about ATSV Pavitr's design, and I just. man thought an integral part of his costume is to have his hair out. like it's just there, a full mane of hair, perfectly styled with 0 effort, out in the sunshine for all to see.

He's so full of himself, to think that his hair is an important aspect of his presentation. Narcissus-level of self-love. You know I'm right, that the top portion of his mask is open so that his ego can just ooze directly out of his brain to moisturise his scalp and oil his hair

[jesushatesmyguts]

[divinekangaroo]

Movies/books which seared me:

hana-bi

melancholia

the aunt (patrick white)

never let me go (ishiguro)