#but yeah I just think you’re cool as fuck

[rafes-slut]

Ovulating smut?

Fever for You

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, unprotected sex (reader is ovulating), breeding kink, dirty talk, possessive!Rafe, dom!Rafe, desperation, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, marking (hickeys), reader is needy and begging, slight manhandling, slight degradation (e.g., “needy little thing”), creampie, minors DNI.

You were hot. Not the good kind of hot either — more like burning from the inside out, your skin tingling and hypersensitive, your thighs pressing tight for any kind of relief, and your mind fogged with one thought and one thought only: Rafe.

Ovulating was hell when you had a boyfriend like him — tall, muscular, cocky, and walking around the house in nothing but those damn grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His shirt was always optional. His smug attitude, never.

You whimpered as you rolled over on the bed, pressing your thighs together again in a failed attempt to ease the pressure between your legs. It wasn’t helping. Nothing helped. Not the pillow you’d grinded against earlier, not your fingers, not the cool air blowing from the fan. You needed him.

And he knew it.

Rafe had been teasing you all day, throwing cocky smirks your way, brushing his fingers along your back when he passed you, purposely reaching around you to grab things just to feel your body squirm against him. He could smell it on you — your need, your heat. He was driving you insane on purpose.

You finally couldn’t take it anymore.

He was in the living room, lounging back on the couch, remote in one hand, abs on display as he flipped through channels like he didn’t have a girlfriend dying for his dick just a few feet away.

You stormed in, frustration clear in your face, your nipples hard under your thin tank top, your panties completely soaked through. “Rafe,” you practically whined, “I can’t— I need you.”

He turned slowly, raising an eyebrow, eyes dropping to your thighs, where you were clearly squeezing them together. A smirk tugged at his lips.

“You need me, huh?” he drawled, setting the remote down. “Can’t take it anymore, pretty girl?”

You nodded frantically, stepping closer, ready to drop to your knees if he asked you to.

“You know what’s wrong with you?” He stood, towering over you, cupping your jaw as his thumb dragged along your cheek. “Your little body’s so desperate it doesn’t know what to do with itself.” He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. “Pussy probably begging for me.”

You whimpered, rubbing your thighs together again. “Rafe, please— I need you. I can’t think straight.”

He chuckled low in his throat, eyes dark. “Yeah? Been walking around wet all day, haven’t you?” His hand slid down your body, fingers slipping under your panties to feel just how soaked you were. “Shit,” he hissed, “you’re dripping.”

“I want you to fuck me,” you gasped, gripping his wrist. “I want you to fill me up— I need it so bad, please.”

Rafe’s pupils blew wide at your begging, his cock already hard and straining against his sweatpants. “You want me to fuck a baby into you, don’t you?” His voice was rough now, breathless. “Want to feel me deep in that needy little pussy, stretch you out, make you mine.”

You nodded desperately, eyes wide, breath shaking. “Please.”

He didn’t waste time. He threw you over his shoulder, carrying you to the bedroom like it was nothing. You squealed, but the second he tossed you onto the bed, your legs fell open on instinct, your body practically begging to be used.

Rafe stood at the edge of the bed, eyes raking over you as he pulled his sweatpants down, his thick cock slapping against his stomach. Your mouth watered. Your hips rolled.

“Fucking look at you,” he muttered, crawling over you, dragging your panties down your legs and tossing them aside. “So desperate for cock, you can’t even think straight, huh?”

You whimpered, hands clinging to his shoulders. “Rafe, I need it— need you to fuck me, please.”

His fingers slipped through your folds, spreading your slick everywhere, rubbing your clit just enough to make you buck your hips up. “You’re soaking my hand, baby,” he groaned. “Can’t believe how wet you are.”

He didn’t make you wait. He lined himself up and slammed into you, making you cry out, eyes rolling back. The stretch was so good, so overwhelming, your body arching off the bed as Rafe drove his cock in deep, staying there, pulsing inside you.

“You take me so fucking well,” he groaned, kissing your neck, biting down. “Pussy’s made for me.”

He started moving, rough and fast, his hips slapping against yours, each thrust knocking the breath from your lungs. Your nails dug into his back, legs wrapped around his waist, desperate to keep him inside.

“Fuck, yes— right there—” you gasped, moaning loud. “You feel so good, Rafe— don’t stop, don’t stop—”

He reached between you, rubbing your clit hard and fast, making your body jolt beneath him. “Gonna cum already? That needy for me?”

“Yes— fuck, yes— I can’t—” Your body tensed, your orgasm slamming into you so hard your vision went white, back arching off the bed as you screamed his name.

Rafe didn’t stop, fucking you through it, chasing his own high. “Gonna fill you up, baby— pump you full of my cum, yeah? Gonna knock you up.”

You were a mess, tears slipping down your cheeks from the intensity, but you loved every second of it. “Please— please do it— cum inside me—”

That was all it took. Rafe slammed into you one last time and groaned, loud and deep, as he spilled inside you, his cock pulsing, his cum filling you up just like you needed.

He collapsed over you, breathing heavy, kissing your neck and jaw, murmuring against your skin, “Good girl... took me so well... all mine.”

You were boneless, wrecked, but so satisfied, a lazy smile tugging at your lips as you sighed, “I needed that.”

Rafe chuckled, pulling out slowly, watching his cum drip from you. “Oh, baby, we’re not done. Not when you’re this needy. I’m gonna fuck you again, and again, ‘til you’re begging me to stop.”

You shivered. God help you — you wanted it.

[aardvaark]

leverage rewatch: s1e1 "the nigerian job"

i love that nate’s very first line is threatening to punch this guy in the throat, said while day drinking alone in a bar. really sets the stage for how broken up he is at this moment.

on the opposite end, hardisons first line is insulting the tech for this heist lol. immediately clear this team is gonna be a problem (affectionate) for nate.

eliot’s first line is said to somehow both commend and mock hardison ("you’re not as useless as you look") and that is a pretty good look into their dynamic for the whole series lol.

hardison and parker’s very first on-screen interaction is hardison being enamored with her (and eliot teasing him about it) <3

hardison telling eliot "i don’t even know what you do" is a fun little line because it starts to show how much the team actually know about each other before this heist. like, nate knows a decent amount about all of them, and they know a bit about nate. but hardison knows nothing about eliot, and eliot’s (previously mentioned) first line also implies that if he does know anything about hardison, it’s probably not much either. im gonna elaborate on this in a separate post before i get off track lol.

parker’s first *mention* comes before she’s actually on screen, when nate is looking through the files of the team he’s gonna work with and says that "parker is insane". people have pointed this out a bunch of times before but this is a really perfect first mention of her because we will spend most of her arc throughout the series showing that this isn’t really true! by season five, she’ll get to finally "respond" to that introduction of hers - "they said i was crazy, but i never was. i never was". and it’s really interesting to see nate go from being the person who calls her insane to fully trusting her with leading the team when he’s gone.

i still think about the giant sheet of glass that parker lets fall to the ground in the first heist lol. are the people on the street okay

also love the "why the f-" [cut off] line that parker gets. i think that's the closest we get to one of the main characters saying fuck?

nate calling them children in the first episode. ironic for a guy who did NOT set out to be a father figure to these weird criminals who are gonna follow him around for the next five years.

parker being the one to introduce the chess metaphor my beloved <3 shes very perceptive! and she also just knows that "crime is fun" and nate's bound to enjoy it lol.

hospital scene from the extended pilot <3 how come eliot's chained to a chair instead of a bed like the rest of them? anyway, i wish more people watched the extended pilot because in the season 1 finale when eliot shoves the hard hat on hardison's head, you should know that he's getting petty revenge for when hardison shoved eliot's head into the roof of the cop car in this scene.

nate saying there's "payback, and if it goes right, a lot of money" for eliot and "a lot of money, and if it goes right, payback" for parker, he's got their (current) motivations nailed already.

parker and hardison being like "yeah sure lets go get whatever a 'sophie' is" vs eliot asking lol. but he also evidently follows regardless. yeah thats pretty much how nate's gonna be, sorry eliot, you'll get used to this.

i find nate and sophie's first scenes so sweet. he watches her terrible acting but from his expression you'd think she was gonna win an oscar. and when she sees him in that alley, she's trying to continue being the cool and mysterious femme fatale but she's clearly so happy underneath - he came and found her! he sought her out! he's playing her side now, and that changes everything! (and one day soon she'll realise - oh shit, this changes everything. but tonight she's just over the moon). i know they're very much not the fan favourites, but u gotta admit that their interactions in the pilot... chefs kiss!!

in the next scene at hardison's apartment, (btw, rip hardison's awesome pilot apartment which we never see again), sophie is dressed down and intently listening and taking notes which is fairly unusual for her. but not out of character necessarily - when she mentors parker in grifting later, she encourages parker to take handwritten notes.

"that's an odd thing for you to know" "that's an odd place for you to be" (eliot and sophie's lines). he picks up on her suspicious knowledge and she challenges him right back. and he immediately knows to only trust sophie about as far as he can throw her.

i wish we got to see a little of sophie meeting the others! but there's no time and it would be an unnecessary scene. i like that their introduction to sophie was her awful acting though, because that will always be their first impression - not of an incredible grifter, but of a much sillier and more genuine version of sophie than we otherwise see for most of season one.

parker laughing at hardison's joke is also adorable.

no comments on the eliot + nate pool table scene, because @laser-tripwires has already written an incredible analysis of that interaction here. :) !!

actually the only thing i will mention is eliot saying that they all know about nate's kid dying - that's very important. nate wouldn't want them to know his vulnerabilities. even if they just pity him... well to him, that might be worse.

eliot saying "incoming" about sophie walking over is also really funny to me. referring to her like she's something dangerous, and he's joking but he's not wrong!

okay where did sophie get the "black king, white knight" line from? she was not there when parker said that. maybe everyone speaks in chess metaphors in the leverage Crime World.

[borathae]

It's Gonna Be Okay | MYG x f.Reader

“Life’s gonna be okay as long as you have Yoongi by your side.”

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Fluff, Comfort

Warnings: she struggles with her people pleasing tendencies, and he is there for her, this is honestly so comforting, i wrote this solely for me bahahaha

Wordcount: 1.4k

a/n: i'm such a people pleaser and it's gonna be death of me one day JFJADFJ i wrote this because i was struggling with something and i needed my comfort boongie to tell me that everything is gonna be okay again. i could have kept this private but i wanted to share it with you besties just in case somebody needs to hear the same things <3 if i can comfort only one person with this story, i'm already happy 🧡

You are feeling anxious. To the point where you are pacing and biting your nails. You have a problem and it’s really ruining your quality of life. And you know the only thing which will help. Your boyfriend.

Yoongi, said boyfriend, is currently in the garden, taking care of the lawn.

“My love?”

“Yes, princess?” He sets the scythe aside, giving you his full attention.

“Can I talk to you? I’m struggling with something right now and I can’t handle it alone.”

“Of course you can talk to me. What’s wrong, my love?” He instantly agrees, dropping the scythe and his gloves.

“Can I get a hug first?”

“Of course. Come here.”

He closes the distance to give you a hug.

He is hot and sweaty from working outside in the sun, but you don’t really mind. His hug feels so good.

“Is this helping?”

“Yeah, thank you. You’re so warm.”

“I know, sorry. I’m sweating, it’s disgusting.”

“No, it’s okay. I don’t mind your sweat.”

“You’re weird.”

You snicker, snuggling closer. Yoongi chuckles, petting the back of your head.

“Can you really squeeze me just once? Like, really really hard?”

Yoongi listens, squeezing you in his strong arms and against his chest. Not hard enough to hurt you, but still with enough strength that you feel the pressure. It squeezes a sound of relief out of you.

“Harder.”

He increases the pressure.

“Wow, yes.”

Yoongi smiles to himself. He feels very needed right now and this is a nice feeling to experience. Especially when he knows that he is useful for you, his beloved princess.

You exhale deeply, “okay, I’m good. Thank you. You can step back now.”

“Okay, princess.”

He kisses your cheek before stepping back. He keeps contact with you by rubbing your upper arms and giving you eye contact.

“Thank you. You just changed me.”

He chuckles, “whenever you need it again.”

“Yeah, thankies. Can I tell you my problem now?”

“Of course, tell me.”

“Can we walk? I can’t stay still.”

“Sure. Let’s walk. It’s perfect weather for a walk.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to hold hands?”

“Yes, so much.”

So you and he hold hands, wandering through the big garden side by side.

“Now tell me.”

“I’m literally so stressed out. I don’t know what to do. You know the magic convention in Belgium I got an invitation for?”

“I do. Yeah. You are very excited for it.”

“Okay so, you know how I wanted to meet up with someone there?”

“Yes.”

“Cool okay. Now I’m literally losing my mind because the one witch coven goes to it too and they asked if we should drive there together and I said yes. And now they want to book an apartment together too, but I already planned to book the other one.”

“Oh no.”

“It’s stressing me out because now I’m scared that I’m gonna fuck it up. The coven said that they will share an apartment which means no privacy for me.”

“A fucking nightmare.”

“It’s the worst thing ever. But I’m scared that I will fuck it up with the coven if I only drive with them but not stay in the apartment.”

“I see.”

“Another thing. The coven already talked about getting no sleep and partying all four days. And this makes me want to cry.”

“So why are you even considering this option?”

“Because I’m scared that they’re gonna think of me badly because I only drive with them but don’t stay at the same place. And because I want to meet other people too. I just don’t wanna be seen as an ass or disappoint them.”

“And why should you compromise your boundaries and comfort like that?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m sure that anyone in the coven wouldn’t feel bad for meeting other people at the convention. They would also book a private room if they felt like it. You don’t have to feel bad for doing normal adult stuff.”

“But I-”

“No buts, my love, making yourself palpable to other people shouldn’t mean at the cost of your own comfort. You said that the apartment situation would be a nightmare for you and you’re allowed to make this trip comfortable for you.”

“You think so? What if people don’t get it?”

“Then they don’t get it and they can get fucked. Your comfort matters, my love. Do what makes you most comfortable and which makes you look forward to this trip rather than tread it.”

“So it doesn’t make me a bad person?”

“Not at all. It makes you a person with boundaries and if anyone can’t respect that, they’re showing their true face and you can be glad.”

“Because I can cut them out of my life?”

“Exactly. Because you can remove them from your life. People who respect you, will also respect your boundaries and your decisions. Anyone else?”

“Can get fucked.”

“Exactly. Good job, princess. I’m proud of you.”

You giggle, hugging his waist. He stops and hugs you back, rubbing your back slowly.

“Thank you for saying this and for helping me. It’s so stupid but even now I only feel confident in my decision because you told me that I’m allowed to. Why am I like this? Why do I need to hear that it’s okay to do something before I do it?”

“Because you were constantly forced to regulate your parents’ emotions at the price of pushing your own down.”

“Oh.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to go this deep.”

“No, it’s okay. You’re right.”

“If it helps, I’m officially giving you permission to do whatever makes you most comfortable from now on and to always fight for your boundaries.”

You smile, “yeah, it helps. Thank you for being so patient with me and for always saying the right things.”

“I love you, princess. I’ll always be patient with you. And for the right thing? I try to bullshit until I get it right.”

He is being funny right now in hopes of making you laugh and it works. You laugh. Yoongi laughs with you, cradling your cheek.

“I like your bullshit. It’s very great.”

“Thanks. I try.”

You lean into his touch, eyes softening.

“And I like you. So much.”

“I like you too, my princess.”

“I want to kiss your lips. Can I?”

He gives you his answer by closing the distance for a gentle kiss. You deepen it just a little by giving his lower lip a soft suck. One he really enjoys with a throaty purr and his thumb caressing your cheek.

You truly charm him by tugging on his lower lip as you break the kiss. His eyes are soft and completely enamored by you.

“This was nice”, he whispers.

“It was.” You caress his cheeks. “You’re so handsome.”

“Thank you. You’re beautiful.”

“Heh. Yoongi, can we walk some more or do you have to get back to your lawn?”

“No, we can walk.”

You and he hold hands.

“I have another question.”

“Tell me.”

“Do you sometimes compromise your boundaries for me?”

“I wouldn’t say so. I like to push my boundaries with you because you make me feel safe and I can grow this way. You know how closed up I was at first, how I didn’t even wanna be touched or looked at. So I definitely pushed them as far as intimacy is concerned, but I did it willingly and because I wanted to feel better.”

“I see.”

“Why?”

“No, just so. I don’t know. I think I’m feeling insecure. I got scared that you only agree to my walks or kisses to please me.”

“That’s not true. I agree to them because they make you happy and they make me happy too. I wanna spend time with you and kiss you. It’s important to me.”

You exhale deeply, “thank you. For being patient.”

“Don’t thank me. You were patient with me too when I was still weird about sex or even cuddles.”

“Of course I was. You’re my love and I want you to be comfortable.”

“I feel the same about you.”

You look at him as if he was your entire world and Yoongi reciprocates it.

“Come here”, he says because he knows instinctively what you crave the most right now. You sink into his embrace, hugging him tightly. It will always be okay again with Yoongi by your side.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Slash tit sucking comfort fluff?

this sentence would kill a Victorian child

A/n: if the things you say/do don’t kill Victorian children what are you even doing?

Warnings: slight smut, tit sucking, mostly fluff, if you think i missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You hadn’t been dating Slash all that long, a few months and it was mostly because he needed a place to stay. Guns had just gotten signed and we’re working on their first record.

The house they were stuck in was annoying, the band was annoying. Always playing was fun but Slash needed something, a break, a leave. It was too much socializing for him. When you called and said you were coming over he almost yelled at you. Almost.

Slash wasn’t a yeller, he wasn’t one for argument’s, and this wasn’t that big of a deal. You were his girlfriend coming over to see him because he’d been away for a while. He had to be nice, you were nice, he liked you.

He wasn’t the one to greet you when you got there, and it was immediately a mess. Duff opened the door and was high, the house smelled of weed. He welcomed you in and told you Slash was locked away in his room and wasn’t taking any visitors but that you could go see him.

You were hesitant at that, if he didn’t want to see anyone you wanted to give him space, but you also wanted to see him, so you found his room by following the guitar. He was just playing his favourite songs, songs his dads friends showed him, each had a special story to him that he would tell you while you helped him sober up after a long night of partying.

“Slash?” You asked, knocking on the door. “Saul, can I come in?” The playing stopped and was followed by silence. You thought about just leaving now but then he spoke up.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” He sounded tired, you really didn’t want to go in, he was having a hard time and you didn’t want to make it worse by bothering him. Still, you pushed the door open and walked in, closing it behind you. “Lock it.” He said, you listened.

The door clicked and you went over to him on the bed. There were two twin sized beds and a pullout set up, Slash was on the bed in the corner with his guitar in his lap and a cigarette between his lips.

You went over to him and sat down slowly, looking around nervously, feeling your skin crawl with bedbugs already. “Isn’t it pretty?” He asked humourlessly.

“It’s… something.” You said, smiling softly at him. He didn’t seem to be in the mood. “Tired?” You asked, reaching to brush his hair out of his face. He pulled away at first but relaxed, there wasn’t a reason to pull away, he had to remind himself to be nice. “It’s ok if you’re tired, Saul.” You assured, moving closer to him.

He let sighed softly and shrugged. “I’m not tired, I’m just done.” He grumbled, taking the end of the bud from his lips and stamping it out on the nightstand. “I don’t want to be here anymore, I thought being signed was gonna be big and cool, right now it’s just… it’s driving me fucking insane.” You nodded in understanding, listening intently as he complained.

Slash wasn’t much of a talker but you kept pushing his hair aside, the way you leaned in and kissed his temple. It was warm and comforting, the door was locked and it was safe with you, you weren’t in the band, you weren’t in on the record, you were here for him. He could talk to you, at least a little.

His guitar was set aside, the amp turned off. You kept playing with his hair as he laid his head on your lap. When you came you were expecting sex because, well, it’s Slash, but being here you were fine just letting him talk; although, that was dying down and he was staring at your chest.

“Axl, you know, he’s been held up in his room for, like, a week…” He mumbled, hand rubbing on your side.

“Saul,” you started, “do you want something?” You asked, smiling softly down at him.

He stared at you for a moment before shaking his head. “No, I’m tired.” He said, hand sliding down to your hip, slipping under your shirt.

You thought about it, still just playing with his hair. “You know, sucking on things is calming, it’s why we give babies pacifiers, right?” You said, letting him lift your shirt up.

“And tits…” He mumbled, finishing your thought.

You chuckled and nodded. “Saul, do you want something?” You asked again. He reached around you and unclipped your bra, you adjusted to be laying down more, letting him get comfortable and suck on your nipple.

You checked the door occasionally, knowing it was locked but still panicking when you heard footsteps. You cradled his head in your arms, he seemed content. When you got there he was tense and angry, now he was muttering sweet things and falling asleep in your arms.

“Little weirdo.” You teased, noticing him falling asleep. Maybe you’d have to come by more frequently.

[enhaflixer]

the jake golden boy fic was sooooo good omg, it's up to you obviously but it'd be cool to have a little extra where reader confronts him about the fact that he was obssessed with her boobs during their study sessions OR where jake makes reader admit that she did in fact did it on purpose. anyways amazing work as always idk how you always do it

CW: SMUT, TITFUCKING

It starts the way it always does: you, perched on the edge of the desk where you used to study, legs crossed at the ankles, one hand bracing yourself on the wood, the other nursing a mug of coffee that’s long gone cold. Jake is across from you in the chair, the one he always used when he’d quiz you on supply curves and market failure, only now he’s leaned back like he owns the place—because he does. Because this is your place now. Yours and his.

It’s been months since those tense, nerve-rattling nights of not-quite-confessions and secret glances. Now there’s no more hiding, no pretending. The tension between you still exists—how could it not?—but now it simmers low and warm, settled under your skin like something permanent.

Jake’s shirt is gone. His sweatpants hang low on his hips, his skin golden and glowing in the soft light of late afternoon. He looks relaxed. Happy. And when he glances at you, there’s a grin tugging at his lips, like he’s been waiting for you to say something.

“You ever gonna admit it?” you murmur, setting the mug down.

Jake tilts his head. “Admit what, baby?”

You slide down from the desk, stepping between his spread legs, your fingers brushing the side of his jaw. “That you spent every study session staring at my tits instead of the PowerPoint.”

He laughs—deep, unrepentant. “Why would I stare at charts when you were sitting across from me like that?”

“Like what?”

Jake’s hands settle on your waist, warm and sure. “In those tight little tops. No bra. Acting like you didn’t notice how I couldn’t focus to save my life.”

You smirk, dragging your fingers up his chest. “Maybe I did.”

Jake’s smile fades into something darker, something molten. “Yeah?” he says quietly. “You wore those just for me?”

You nod, slow. “Thought you might get the hint.”

His grip tightens on your hips. “Oh, I got it. Loud and clear. You drove me insane.”

He pulls you closer until you’re straddling his lap in the chair, your thighs spreading over his, the hard line of him already pressing up through the thin fabric between you.

“You remember how long I used to stay after?” he murmurs against your neck, kissing the spot just below your jaw. “Pretending I had questions? I was just trying not to lose it. You’d lean forward, pen in your mouth, tits right there…”

You laugh, soft and breathy, threading your fingers through his hair. “And now?”

Jake pulls back, cupping your face in both hands, his gaze soft and reverent. “Now I don’t have to imagine. I get you for real. All of you.”

You smile, pressing your forehead to his. “Forever.”

“Forever,” he echoes, kissing you slow, like he’s trying to say it again with his mouth.

When he pulls back, his thumbs are stroking your cheekbones, his voice low. “You wanna know what I used to think about?”

You nod, breath catching in your throat.

Jake slides his hands under your shirt—his shirt, oversized and soft on your skin—and lifts it over your head. He kisses you again before pulling you up, helping you onto the desk behind him.

“This,” he says. “Right here.”

You lean back on your elbows, legs parting automatically, letting him step between them. Jake groans when he sees you laid out like that, bare and waiting, chest rising with every breath.

“You drove me crazy,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss between your breasts. “Sat right here and acted innocent while I was going home every night, fucking my fist to the thought of you.”

His tongue circles your nipple, slow and deliberate, and you arch into him with a whimper.

“You liked knowing you could break me,” he says against your skin.

You nod, gasping. “I loved it.”

Jake smiles, filthy and fond. “You want me to show you what I was thinking about?”

“Yes.”

“Then hold them for me.”

You do—press your breasts together with your hands, eyes locked on his as he pulls himself free, already hard, already aching. He slides between them slowly, the head of his cock dragging against your skin, slicking you up with precum.

“Fuck,” Jake groans. “Look at you. My filthy little distraction. My girl.”

Your thighs twitch around his waist, and Jake leans in, kissing your temple, then your cheek, then your lips—slow and deep and full of promise.

And then he starts to move.

His thrusts are slow at first, deliberate, watching the way you tremble, your hands barely keeping steady under the weight of him. His cock slides between your breasts, slick and flushed, the head brushing your collarbone with every pass.

“You have no idea,” Jake breathes, sweat gathering at his brow, “how long I’ve wanted this. The way I used to go home so hard I couldn’t think. I’d close my eyes and picture this—your tits wrapped around me, your mouth open like that—”

You whimper as your tongue flicks out, catching him at the tip, licking every time it passes. “Tell me,” you gasp. “Tell me how filthy you got.”

Jake groans, hips stuttering. “I’d spit in my hand, choke it tighter, pretend it was you—fuck, I’d imagine you in that stupid pink top, moaning my name, begging me to come on your chest—”

You moan, loud and broken. “Do it. Please, Jake. Wanna feel it.”

Jake growls, low and feral, one hand gripping the edge of the desk, the other pressing down on your chest to squeeze you tighter around him.

“You were such a fucking tease,” he snarls. “Bet you used to go home soaked too. Tell me.”

You gasp, eyes fluttering shut. “I did. I’d grind on my pillow thinking about your voice, about your hands. I’d imagine you pinning me to this desk and losing it.”

Jake loses it.

���Fuck—open your mouth. Tongue out. Show me how much you want it.”

You do, wide and eager, and he groans, coming with a strangled moan, spilling across your chest, your collarbone, your lips. The mess is everywhere—warm, sticky, filthy—and you don’t stop moaning, licking, panting through it.

Jake stares down at you, chest heaving, eyes dark.

He leans in, presses a kiss to your forehead, then your lips.

“You’re mine,” he murmurs. “Every filthy inch of you.”

And you are—glowing, wrecked, smiling up at him from the desk where it all began.

Still his favorite subject.

Forever.

[justagirlswrld]

Help me, invincible, you’re my only hope.

a/n: somebody asked for part 2 and i was like you know what hell yeah lmao. thanks for the likes and reposts!! feed back welcomed. (might delete kind of feel like it sucks lmao)

part 1

warnings: violence, arranged marriage, unprotected p in v. the usual sex stuff.

Mark is sprawled haphazardly across his bed, just reaching deep sleep when he’s jolted awake by the sound of what he thinks is an injured cat.

His head is pounding when he finally finds a thin device wrapped up in a shirt underneath his bed twenty minutes later. He can’t figure out how to stop the aggravating noise and is ready to rip it in half when he remembers what it is.

You had given him the technology the day he left Soloria. Your nimble fingers briefly showing him how to use it to communicate with you. When he finally got it to work the screeching stops and the screen comes to life with the same pale, yellow energy from the transporter.

To Mark’s surprise you appear from the device as a hologram, your skin pastel yellow instead of your usual hues of pink. “This is so cool.”, Mark says in awe.

“Mark Grayson?”, your voice is almost a whisper.

“Just Mark, Y/N.”, Mark sits the tablet down on his desk before standing in front of it. He wants to bring up how you said you’d send a ‘transmission’ before he came back to Earth two months ago. But then he starts thinking of your mouth stretched around his length and you have to call his name twice to get his attention.

“This is of the most Importance, Mark. I need your help.” Mark crosses his arms, half of him wants to tell you yes so he can finish the simple task and have his face buried in your sweet cunt for another three months. The other half of him is mad that you were just now calling.

Mark’s pride outweighs his lust and you watch as his hologram shakes his head no.

“No? You can’t say no, you are invincible, defender of the helpless.”, Desperation laces your words but Mark doesn’t pick up on it, all the blood had rushed from his head to his dick while he was reminiscing about his time with you.

“I’m not in my suit.”, Mark picks the device up, fixes his semi in his pajama pants then lays back on the bed, “…And you didn’t send me a transmission for two months, what’s so important now?”

Your hologram sighs, “I deeply apologize, Mark. I meant to send a transmission sooner but you know I had to marry-“, Mark’s eyebrows raise in surprise. He’d completely forgot that you were forced to marry an arranged suitor once your tryst was over. He didn’t think you’d actually go through with it.

“A wedding is a month long celebration on my planet, I’m contacting you at my earliest opportunity.” Mark is listening to you but he’s also trying to ignore the feeling of jealousy coursing through him. “This is why i’m communicating with you now, Mark.”

You explain to him that you’ve married a tyrant, how he wants to enslave your people and destroy your planet.

Mark’s thick brows pull together, “Isn’t that what Edolan said when he lied for you?” Mark continues with a smirk on his full lips, “You don’t have to tell me your planet is going to be destroyed for me to come fuck you.” He meant every word too. He’d been thinking about you since he’d left and was getting tired of his hand.

“This is not about pleasure, Mark. My people are in peril and you are the only one who can stop this monster-,” You grunt disdainfully before continuing, “I tried to eliminate him myself but he was stronger than I thought. I’m now a prisoner in my own home.”, The whole statement takes Mark completely aback. He’s still not convinced that you weren’t just saying this for some dick but he agrees to come anyway.

You explain to Mark how to transport with the thin device before ending the transmission. Mark wonders if he should come naked incase you transport him directly to your room but ends up suiting up.

When Mark’s feet hit cobblestone, he takes in Soloria with a smirk. Besides the kids that usually play in the streams near the courtyard nothing seemed out of place. He knew it was just a booty call, not that he was mad. He’d just have to teach you how to ask for dick like a normal…person.

Mark is gliding to the castle,thinking about what he wants to bend you over first when the castle’s huge doors fly open to reveal a brawny, orange man simmering with rage.

“My wife sent you to defeat me?! I laugh in your face! You can not stop me! I will enslave you and the rest of these Solorians-“, He balls his hand into a very, large fist. “And kill anyone who defies me.”

Before Mark can respond multiple wolf like creatures appear from thin air causing screams to errupt from the townspeople near him. The aliens snap at him with rows of sharp teeth, they’re ferocious as they try to latch onto him but it takes Mark minimal effort to defeat the animals.

“You’ve gotta come with something stronger than that!” Mark says taunting your ex husband as he pulls a beast in half, covering his suit in its silver blood.

Mark flies the rest of the distance to the castle. When he arrives your ex-husband is waiting for him, he’s trying to use his gargantuan body to block the castle doors.

Mark lands and walks over to the large stone steps with his palms raised, The Solorian towers over him with a sneer. Mark’s face fills with annoyance, he really wanted to get up to your room but someone always wanted to fight.

“Hey, man. Just go and don’t come back. I don’t want to hurt you.” Mark says, hands going to rest on his hips.

“Hurt me? A puny earthling could never!”, Mark kicks him into the far side of the castle, his body resembles a star fish when his back connects with the stone wall. Debris fall on his unconscious head. When winged guards fly from the castle he points in the direction of your ex husband and advises them to chain him up.

When you hear the commotion from outside your window you peek your head out of the room and smile cheerily while dancing with happiness when you see the orange man being put in chains.

You throw a lively party in Marks honor, it starts that afternoon and stretches into the wee hours of night. You’re completely fucked up by the time it’s over and Mark has to fly you back to your chambers, he lays you on your large bed gently before stripping off his suit.

When he turns back to you you’ve taken off the jeweled dress you wore. You were now completely naked save for the shimmering tiara in your hot pink hair.

“Invincible, my savior.”, You say sensually, crawling over to the side of the bed Mark was standing by. It sounds like the mead was leaving your system but Mark didn’t want to take advantage of you, his mom always said drunk people can’t consent.

It took his viltrumite strength to remove your pink hand from his crotch, he accidentally groans out loud when he sees you biting your lip in annoyance. “You no longer want to lay with me?” You ask as you sit back on your heels. Mark had been whispering vulgar things to you the whole party and you were giddy in anticipation.

It takes everything in Mark to not look down at your supple, bare skin. “N-No, I really want to lay with you but you had so much to drink.” You laugh, taking his large hand in yours then pulling him to sit on the bed beside you.

You rub your hand on his muscular thigh and tease your pink fingers under the leg of his boxers. “Mark Grayson, You worry too much above trivial things.” When you kiss him it’s all tongue and he thinks he might buss on the spot, luckily he doesn’t but he’s a panting mess when you pull away from him.

Mark uses the last ounce of his self control to stop your wandering hands. He was trying to show some restraint but god, he just wanted to slip into your tight walls. “I-Uh think we should wait till the morning. You had so much mead, Y/N.”

You ignore his words and slip onto his lap, knees on either side of his hips. You steady yourself by placing your hands on his lean shoulders, “Mark, please fuck me. I have not experienced pleasure since you were on Soloria….I feel like a virkin.”, your voice is whiny and breathless. You didn’t even realize you were grinding your wet cunt on his clothed erection until it started sending tingles down your spine.

Mark would’ve laughed in your face if he wasn’t so hard.

With his resolve weakened he can do nothing but lay back, muscular arms tucked under his head for comfort. He watches you with glazed eyes as you pull his boxers down enough to allow his hard cock to be set free.

You waste no time, sinking down on him with a moan. The stretch is so wonderful that it has you wondering why you didn’t follow him to Earth instead of getting married.

You place both hands on his chiseled stomach for purchase as you raise yourself up on your toes, bringing your wet cunt down on him roughly. This pulls moans from both of you, Mark has to force his eyes open to watch as you ride him. He wants to remember the image of your soaking cunt sliding up and down his cock in the moonlight for the rest of his life.

Mark allows you to stay on top of him until he notices your feet becoming wobbly. He sits up and instructs you to lay on your back.

Once you’re lying on the soft covers, Mark positions himself in front of you, kneeling on his heels while he takes your legs and throws both over his shoulder. He keeps them together as he pulls your lips apart, teasing you both by sliding his length back and forth between your wet folds.

Mark’s tip bumps into your nub with every soft thrust and it sends your toes curling. He notices the appendages and can’t help but to bend your leg some and pop them in his mouth, licking and moaning around them as he slides into your warmth.

You let out a whine that turns into a breathy moan when his hips meet yours. Mark licks your toes one last time before moving your leg to its original place on his shoulder.

Mark’s strokes are deep and well paced. Each one has you crying out as he repeatedly bumps your cervix and brushes against spots deep inside you that you didn’t know existed.

You grip the covers and throw your head back in ecstasy as Mark ruts into you, breath hitching and back arching as he begins rubbing hard circles on your swollen clit.

You cry out when your release sneaks up on you. Your thighs tremble as Mark flips you on your stomach then sinks his hard cock back into your spasming sex. You cry out, voice carrying in the open space of your room.

Mark kisses and suck’s your neck as he chases his own release, his voice is breathless and warm as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. Through your lust induced haze you swear you hear him say that you should’ve married him instead of your ex husband but your approaching orgasm steals your attention.

Mark’s head drops into the crook of your neck as your cunt convulses around him. He thinks about pulling out but it’s like your soft walls pull him in deeper and deeper, you clench around him once more and his eyes are rolling back as he comes. He has to fist his hands in the covers to ground himself.

He pulls out of you slowly and moans at the sight of his release leaking out of your puffy cunt.

Mark is lying on his back, trying to catch his breath when you start speaking to him, your breathing just as haggard as his. He’d assumed you’d fallen asleep.

“Did you offer to marry me?” You ask Mark, watching his blushing face with the help of the moonlight. “Wh-what? no.”, he stutters out, he looks anywhere but at you as he fluffs a pillow on your bed.

“Are you being deceitful Mark Grayson?”, you scoot over to where he’s lying and press your sweaty body against his. You whisper in his ear and watch as he shivers, “If you were serious during our throes of passion I accept your offer but I would need to get adjusted to earth first.” He wraps his arm around your neck, biceps bulging as he pulls you closer. “Let’s talk about dating first.” Mark says through a yawn. You knit your brows together in confusion, “What is dating?”

[thrashkink-coven]

“how does Lucifer visit you so often, how do you get him to always respond?”

Guys I’m obsessed with him. ok.

I don’t think you guys… fully grasp how obsessed with this guy I am. Like yeah it’s a magic thing but it’s also just like , an obsession. I don’t think there’s any more fitting word.

Lucifer himself can be weirdly invasive and obsessive in his own way, like he will scream for attention and recognition, but he’s somehow obsessed in a low key and super chill way. Like hey, by the way I want to collect your sweat and drink it but I’m also super cool like that. I have never been low key and I am arguably cringe.

Lucifer and I communicate so frequently because I talk to him constantly. Like. Constantly guys. And his responses aren’t always much. Sometimes it’s just a nod of recognition. He always expresses at least awareness that I am yapping at him, but he also doesn’t always have all that much to say in response. Just :)

He thankfully never gets annoyed with me but I truly am probably so fucking annoying lmao (Hermes has confirmed that I am in fact, annoying as hell Lucifer just has the patience for it)

Like guys, this is where I post from every day, this is my bedroom where I sleep

Most days when I wake up in the morning, lighting his candle is like the first thing I do. I yap at him constantly. I’ve scrubbed through hundreds of websites, I’ve listened to every song that has the word Lucifer or Phosphorus or Eosphoros in its title on every streaming platform I have access to. His name is like a buzzword for me. I’m constantly wondering how my next action will be taken by him.

Like yeah I have dreams about him often, probably because I see his sigil 1400 times a day.

This is not a flex, Im not saying i’m the biggest devotee at the devil’s sacrament, I am not the biggie cheese. I’m not saying that this is how you should act, I’m weird for this. This is so unnecessary. Even Lucifer himself is like “wow you’re so weird, you’re a little freak you’re a little strange in the brain” and Im like aw man I AM strange in the brain.

I’m just saying the frequency at which we communicate is not really normal, it is highly autistically informed. He is my special interest. I am always talking to him. I’m lucky that he responds as much as he does. Lucifer has healed my inner child but that also entailed reviving the annoying ass kid that constantly asks “but why?” to everything.

Lucifer’s brand of weird is like “Would you let me sleep under your skin?” and my brand of weird is like “Lucifer, how would you feel if you were a lady bug? I wonder if you like Hatsune Miku…”

[jia127zen]

Just wait.ৎ

jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: smut, teasing/edging(?), dacryphillia if u squint, injured!jaehyun

note.— 1.9k words holy this is my longest work yet😭😭 i haven't posted a proper fic in a while, take this as an apology😣

any interactions would be appreciated🤍

jaehyun had been through hell and back, and so had you. ever since his injury, you’d been his rock—caring for him, worrying over him, placing his well-being above everything else.

and he knew it. every time you helped him, checked up on him, or guided him around the house, he made sure to show his gratitude. he’d kiss your hand gently, eyes filled with nothing but adoration.

the way he looked at you—like you were the one who hung up the stars—was enough to make your heart ache.

today was a big day. his doctor’s appointment. you sat beside him in the sterile office, hands clasped together as the doctor flipped through jaehyun’s chart.

"good news, mr. jeong! you’re recovering really well. you should be fully healed in about two weeks." a breath you didn’t realize you were holding slipped from your lips, and jaehyun noticed. he squeezed your hand, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. you had worried so much—he hated seeing you stressed over him.

after thanking the doctor, the two of you made your way to the car. jaehyun immediately headed toward the driver’s seat. "let me drive," he whined, his voice laced with that boyish charm. "i’m recovering well, remember?"

you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. "oh yeah? let’s keep it that way. i’m not risking you suddenly crashing us into a family of 3."

he let out a playful scoff, but ultimately relented, settling into the passenger seat. the drive home was filled with lighthearted bickering, inside jokes, and laughter that echoed through the car. it felt normal again. it felt like you two again. then, in the middle of a joke, he slipped it in.

"two weeks, huh? just enough time for me to plan how i’m gonna fuck you so dumb you forget how to walk."

he laughed it off immediately, acting as if he hadn’t just sent a shockwave straight to your core.

your grip on the steering wheel tightened.

oh.

it hit you then. you and jaehyun hadn’t had sex in nearly two months. kissing? sure. making out when he got lucky? maybe. but intimacy beyond that had taken a backseat to his recovery. you’d been too worried, too focused on taking care of him, to even let yourself want.

but now?

now, you couldn’t ignore the heat that bloomed under your skin, the way his words lingered in your mind. you forced out a laugh, pretending his comment hadn’t completely derailed your thoughts. he continued talking, throwing out another joke, but you barely heard it. because now, all you could think about was getting home.

and the way jaehyun’s hands were already on you the second you stepped inside.

jaehyun had been extra touchy tonight—his hands on your waist, fingers tracing patterns on your arms, lips brushing over your temple. he was obviously hinting, but he didn’t push. instead, he teased, dropping subtle comments that made your stomach flip.

you tried to play it cool, but the two-month drought was hitting hard now that you were aware of it.

then, as you were lying in bed, ready to sleep. jaehyun sitting up on his phone and you under the covers with your back facing him, you couldn’t stop thinking about his words. you didn’t want to sound selfish, but you wanted him right here and now. two weeks until he was fully healed, right? a little exercise wouldn’t hurt.

you swatted the thought away. no, you were definitely being selfish.

but your mind kept racing—when would be the right time? you were lost in thought that you didn’t even notice jaehyun had already slipped under the covers with you, pressing small kisses to your neck. he mumbled something, but you didn’t hear it. instead, you turned around to face him, your face all serious.

he laughed. "what’s with you? all frowny?" he giggled, but you swatted his arm. "in the car… did you mean it?" you almost whispered.

"what?—ohh... that," he said, a slow smirk tugging at his lips. his fingers moved to your waist, gently rubbing circles. "like honestly, we haven’t had sex in almost two months. who wouldn’t be thinking about it?"

you sucked in a breath, but he wasn’t done.

"but seriously," his voice dropped lower, more needy now. "i need you, bad."

and that was all you needed to hear.

you crash your lips against his, rough but full of desperate passion. both hands cradle the sides of his face, fingers tangling in his hair, and he drinks in every second of it—his own need matching yours. he groans into your mouth, trying to pull you impossibly closer, as if the months apart had created an unbearable distance.

"fuck, jae, sit up," you murmur against his lips.

he doesn’t hesitate, back hitting the headboard, eyes locked onto you like you’re the only thing that exists.

you don’t waste a second, leaning in to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along his neck. He exhales sharply, head tilting back just enough to give you more access. His hands find your hips instinctively, fingers digging into your skin as he tries to grind you down against him.

And that’s when you feel it—how hard he already is beneath you. "shit," he breathes, voice raspy, "you barely touched me and I—"

You smile against his lips, knowing exactly what he wants, exactly what he needs. and you give it to him. slowly, you roll your hips down against him, dragging your clothed heat over his aching length. His breath stutters, grip tightening on your waist.

the friction is maddening. the weeks without him, the longing, the tension—it all hits you at once. You pull back slightly, eyes meeting his, and he stills when he sees you.

teary-eyed.

sniffing back soft, overwhelmed gasps.

"hey," he whispers, hands moving to cup your face. his thumbs swipe at the tears threatening to spill. "baby, what’s wrong?"

but you shake your head, letting out a breathless laugh. "nothing. just—" you lean into his touch, swallowing the lump in your throat. "I missed you."

jaehyun exhales slowly, like your words knock the air out of him.

“shit, I can't wait any longer," jaehyun curses under his breath, eyes fixed on the wet spot on your panties as he pulls down your shorts, he smirks.

you don't hesitate, quickly pulling off his sweatpants enough for his hard cock to spring free, pink and already leaking, making your pulse race. there’s no time for more teasing. you’re too desperate for him now.

jaehyun watches you with a hungry smile as you hurry to position yourself, his hands already guiding you. the tip of his cock barely nudges at your entrance, teasing you with the barest touch as he slowly inches in and out.

"fuck, jae," you moan, almost pleading. "no time for teasing—just put it in me."

his eyes flash with something darker, more urgent. without wasting another second, he guides you down onto him, letting you slowly sink into him. you both gasp at the feeling of finally being together, and when you’re fully seated, jaehyun’s voice is a low whisper.

"baby," he breathes your name like a prayer, hands gripping your hips, the pressure building.

you begin to rock your hips, slow at first, feeling the deep burn of him stretching you. It drives jaehyun insane. his hands fly to your hips, holding you in place, struggling with every ounce of patience he has not to slam you down onto his cock and fuck you dumb right then and there.

but he’s still in recovery. he knows he has two more weeks of this before he can take you as hard and fast as he wants. his mind drifts for a second, consumed by the thought of all the ways he’ll have you after—when he’s fully healed.

and that’s when you can’t hold back anymore.

with a desperate need that overtakes you, you slam down on him, completely taken over by the intense craving to feel him fill you.

jaehyun winces, a flash of pain crossing his face as he feels you sink deeper, and his grip tightens on your hips, trying to steady himself.

"oh shit—fuck, I’m so sorry," you immediately apologize, panic in your voice.

"It’s good," he groans, his voice rough. "just caught me off guard." then he exhales, a chuckle escaping his lips despite the pain, and you see that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes.

you moved faster but careful, the heat between you both intensifying as you bounced on him, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. jaehyun’s hands flew to your hips again, holding you in place as you rocked against him.

"fuck, jae," you moaned, trying to keep up the rhythm. "i’m so close…"

he gritted his teeth, his breath ragged. "me too," he muttered. his hips snapped up hard, the friction sending both of you to the edge.

"come on, baby," he groaned, hands pulling you down harder. "i want to feel you… right there."

you shifted just the right way, the pleasure building higher, and the tension snapped. you both came at the same time—your bodies trembling, shuddering from the force of it. jaehyun’s name escaped your lips in a breathless moan, and he let out a strangled groan as he came inside you.

—————

jaehyun held you close, breathless and shaky, as you both tried to catch your breath. his hands lazily traced your skin, the aftershocks of the orgasm still lingering.

"fuck," he murmured, pressing his forehead to yours. "that was…"

"yeah," you whispered back, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest.

he chuckled softly, pulling you closer. "two more weeks, baby," he said, his voice warm and affectionate.

you smiled, snuggling against him. "i’ll wait."

and as you both lay there, tangled in the sheets, you knew the wait would be worth it.

[stinkw333d]

S3E7 morning rewatch stream of thoughts! spoilers, obviously

-So what, would Joel McHale just not play fake gay? not casting him to be Older Paul was such a missed opportunity imo, especially now that we know Ben’s dead! whatever

-Oh she wants to fuck him, fuck him. surprise surprise. i dont think robbie-edwin is gonna last long, dw girl get in there

-This Frog/Zeus story. Cool foreshadowing bro!

-HA frog dorks

-AYO THE SYMBOL JUST DROPPED AGAIN

-YOU WILL GO HOME VAN!! I SWEAR!!

-oh misty not the bone

-I KNEW LOTTIE WOULD GET HIS ASS THE SECOND SHE DISAPPEARED FROM FRAME LAST EPISODE! I SAW IT!! VINDICATION!!

-i’m as excited as shauna is by her doing that, i’m dead serious

-Soapy baby we’re gonna get you that Emmy

-He should’ve just shot melissa’s hat off like William Tell and the apple.

-mari, never ever get less stupid please.

-Hat won’t die right? that was a non fatal hit, just the shoulder.

-oh sure, the one thing that could invoke empathy in terrorist shauna sadecki. be so fr

-POORLY FURNISHED ☝️ jeff you diva never change

-“you’re the love of my life,” i actually have terrible news for you about your wife, Jeffrey

-yes callie, cook!

-Other Tai snoring is awesome

-MYSTERIOUS QUIGLEY??

-oh so everyone knew about the sleepwalking, sick

-SOAPY MY GIRL!!

-Hannah your instincts are garbage fr

-oh they all feel terrible about Hannah immediately What Did They Do To Her

-“your track record’s iffy” get her ass Van

-Other Tai does not want to go with shauna at all lmao, she had OTHER PLANS THIS WEEKEND!!

-why would you ever find out about the shame child of the woman you murdered as teenagers, misty?

OH GOD DAMN IT GO TO HELL FINE

-rip Gen i guess

-“Halfsies on some floss picks?” was that a christina improv what the fuck was that line

-I love Tai’s evil long leather trench coat. to signify that she’s evil now.

-“I will live that way, for you!” LIKE A SERIAL KILLER??

-where did Van get that lesbian pocket knife? the wilderness’ lesbian supplies outlet?

-Froggy :)

-HER MOM MY SHAYLA

-“the village” i thought that was only ok when behind the scenes Liv Hewson said it

-is… is Travis gonna accidentally shoot Akilah? i can’t not be anxious every time she’s on screen

-oh shit she BURIED IT!!

-Did Joel McHale name his own character? what the fuck is Kodiak about? freak ass white boy

-hannah you’re cooked i fear

-Shauna actually isn’t wrong, but she shouldn’t say it in that many words.

-“sorry,” aw van

-Van you’ve always known what kind of sociopath misty is

-*intense Gen X typing noises*

- I’ve always suspected Van had lung/throat cancer :(… unless that’s fake? i hope

-“that is not good,” thank you misty very helpful misty

-SHE DODGED THE CROSSBOW? I KNOW THATS RIGHT, MYSTERIOUS!!

-“my glasses! my glasses!” finally misty’s velma moment

-oh good akilah’s fine. for now.

-Travis what ARE you doing?

-“she’s my wife!” SENATOR TAISSA “Liar”TURNER!! 🫡

-MISTY PLEASE SOME SPACE

-aw they’re actually so sad about van :( me too ladies

-so not fake? :( that was real Van blood?

-Get her ass misty

-yeah this tracks for shauna 100%

-“the devil’s calling!” actually the devil’s a lesbian and she’s sitting fifteen feet away from you, sir

-nono nooo no no no please don’t no please god no pleaE NOT THE VISION

-“really? fire?”

-sorry but no shit van

-“i need her right now” :(

-Van blease do not die.

-oh lottie please stop doing that, girl ew

-yeah whatever mel’s dead, fuck you guys

-mari i love you forever, girlie

-OH FUCJ

-Courtney we’ll get u an Emmy as well queen

-Shauna: Horny, Mel: Pissed. Shauna is too horny to tell.

-if Hannah isn’t pit girl im gonna crash out

-Jeff hates the Jolly Hitcher so bad lmfao

-callie that’s just boring twitter discourse, move on. your mom’s just forever a traumatized 17 year old girl and you have to be fine with that.

-Callie hates her mom so bad she’s just praying at this point that she murdered someone for her own justification

-YES IT’S THE oh well no, almost.

-still no Hillary Swank? I’ll kill you. also i guess we didn’t actually watch Mel die though so i may have overreacted earlier.

-fine. if/when Mel dies Shauna’s crashout will be legendary, what about it?

-i love this fucking show

[amostimprobabledream]

Hell yeah, I love tag games!

What’s the origin of your username?: I nicked it from "A Nightmare Before Christmas", I believe it's used during Jack showing the citizens things from Christmas town.

OTPs + shipname: I don't really ship as much as I used to, but a couple I have a soft spot for: Sylvain x Byleth (Sylvleth) Claude x Byleth (Claudeleth or Ashen Deer), Ichigo x Orihime (Ichihime) Grimmjow x Orihime (Grimmhime), Gin x Rangiku (GinRan), Ranpo x Yosano (Ransano? Idk what the ship name is), Kokichi x Miu (Ouruma), Kokichi x Kaede (Oumatsu), Link x Zelda (Zelink), Tommy x May.

Fave color?: Purple, easily. I love almost every shade of purple. I'm also a fan of blue and teal. I like cool colours.

Song stuck in my head: The Dog Days are Over - Florence + the machine.

Weirdest habit/trait: One of my favourite smells is frozen cardboard, so whenever I'm in a supermarket, I'll stick my head in the freezer and sniff the pizza boxes. Also I have a habit of rubbing smooth things against my lip, like my nails after I've just painted them.

Hobbies: Let's see, reading, writing, watching TV, playing videogames, listening to music, cooking, doing makeup/hair, shopping, drawing...

If you could have any job you wish, what would you have?: I want to do something creative. Ideally I'd love to be an author (I was working on a fantasy novel but I've kind of temporarily abandoned it lol) but it would also be so cool to write for TV or movies. When I was younger I wanted to be an actress.

Something you forget: I have a bad habit of telling people the same thing several times. I think it's because I forget who I've talked to about things so I've repeated anecdotes to people before. Luckily most of my friends don't mind because I try to tell them in a funny way.

Something you’re good at: Writing! I've been writing fanfiction since I was like thirteen years old and both my degrees have something to do with writing. I've been carrying notebooks with me everywhere since I was a kid. Also, I'm a fairly good cook.

Something you hate: Inconsideration. I cannot stand it when people have no fucking spatial awareness because they can't be bothered to check around them or look up from their phones, so you have to manoeuvre around them, or when you're trying to have a conversation with someone and don't even get half the effort back. I've dropped more than one friend because I realised I was the only one trying to keep things going and they just couldn't be bothered or consider other people's feelings.

Fave movies/shows:

Your love language: Quality time and gift giving. It means a lot to me when people reach out and ask me if I want to spend time with them. Plus my social battery often runs out with a lot of people, so if I want to hang out with you for a long periods of time, it means you're special and I don't find your company draining. Word of affirmation too.

TV Shows: Peaky Blinders, The Boys (2019), The 10th Kingdom, Bleach, My Hero Academia, Bungou Stray Dogs, Bojack Horseman, Teen Titans, Sharp Objects, The Fall, Rugrats, Hey Arnold!, The Powerpuff Girls, Misfits, The Inbetweeners, The Young Ones, Kaguya-sama: Love is War!

Movies: The Nightmare Before Christmas, Spirited Away, The Lion King, Beauty and the Beast (the 90s ones, not the shitty remakes), The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Heathers, Beetlejuice, The Great Gatsby, Gone Girl, A Fish Called Wanda, Clueless, Mean Girls, Love Actually, Bridget Jones's Diary, Pride & Prejudice, Moulin Rouge, American Psycho, the Cornetto Trilogy, The Last Night in Soho, Labyrinth, Matilda.

Fave food?: I confess, back when I was a teenager I was obsessed with pizza. I still like it but I do have a more varied diet. I really like Japanese food too. And I have a weakness for marzipan and cheese.

Fave animal?: Cats! I used to have two cats, a brother and sister, growing up.

What were you like as a child?: When I was really young I was inexplicably really fearless - I used to hug trees, talk to literally everyone and I would fall off things or hurt myself in some way and not really cry. It's only when I got to around puberty that I became very anxious and fearful of being perceived.

Fave subject in school?: English and Art. For a long time I thought English was the only subject I was good at. I also love to draw but I'm self-conscious it's not up to the level of other people's fanart I see. I used to like Drama too until it kind of got (not literally) beaten out of me.

Least fave subject?: Maths. I don't like to self-diagnose but I'm fairly sure I have some form of dyscalculia. I still struggle with understanding how to do division even though people have tried to explain it to me multiple times. I'm also terrible at Geography - I have gotten Berlin and Dublin confused before. And I thought Croatia was near Jamaica. And I confused Aberdeen with Aberystwyth...

What’s your best character trait?: I'm very intuitive. When I meet people I often have a knee-jerk reaction to them that often turns out to be correct. In general I'm fairly good at reading people's vibes - not foolproof by any means, but I've learned to trust my gut instinct. I've had times where I've disliked someone's new friend without a concrete reason, and then later they turned out to be a total bitch and I was not surprised at all. XD

What’s your worst character trait?: I give up too easily. If something looks like it's going to be really hard/time-consuming/expensive, my immediate reaction is, "Oh, well, nevermind then." I think it's why I've never been able to get the hang of digital art - I love to draw but I find using a tablet really hard and when I produce bad drawings, I just stop doing it because I don't like being bad at it.

If you could change any detail of your life, what would it be?: In general I wish I'd done certain things much earlier - I wish I'd had a better start career-wise than my fabulously awful job of working in retail. I feel like I wasted my twenties working several terrible jobs I had zero interest in and have nothing to do with what I'm actually good at. But hopefully I'm on the path to finding something better.

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?: Freddie Mercury would be pretty cool ig.

Tagging: @honeydazai-main and anyone else who wants to play!

Get to know mutuals ^-^ tagged by @bankaizen (thank you for the tag ❤️)

I'm sorry, it's so long!! I'm putting it behind the read more for easier reading.

What’s the origin of your username? It's a song by Armand Van Helden! He's one of my favourite DJs haha.

OTP(s) + shipname: TUna LMAO (Tidus/Yuna) from FFX, Fanille (Fang/Vanille from FFXIII), Touya/Yukito from CCS, GinRan and Unohana/Isane from Bleach. Yakuza: Daigo/Mine. Also a big fan of Canon Character/OCs!!!

Favourite colour: Turquoise/teal - most of my fountain pen inks are in that colour range lol

Song stuck in my head: The Macrodata Refinement Dance Party mixed by ODESZA

Weirdest habit/trait: If I'm at a restaurant, I fold my used napkins neatly to be disposed of.

Hobbies: I have a lot! Aside from writing, there are:

(junk) journaling, which in turn, lead me to my stationery and fountain pen hobbies

playing the piano (been playing since I was 5)

swimming (was a competitive swimmer for most of my child and teenage years)

I garden in the spring/summertime

I also love to cook and have done dinner parties for my friends (but I don't enjoy baking)

I'm also into photography

I wish I had more time in the day for it, but I also try to do some language learning!

If you could have any job you wish what would you have? A food/travel writer/reviewer!

Something you’re good at: I've been told I'm good at giving advice and listening to people. Personally I'm very good at directions! There have been a few times where I've been stopped on the street and helped people navigate their way around.

Something you hate: Oranges :(, I can't stand the colour, the smell and the taste.

Something you forget: Hmmm not sure! I guess phone numbers. I only remember the numbers of my immediate family...

Your love language: Gift giving! I love getting people gifts and try hard to get something meaningful and/or practical. I'll try to remember little details about my friends and find something along the lines of that. I also love receiving gifts lol.

Favourite movies/shows: Ahhh so many! For animanga: Bleach, Samurai Champloo, xxxHOLiC, Sailor Moon, JJBA Diamond is Unbreakable. For movies: Spirited Away, Sorry to Bother You, Drive, Kill Bill Vol 2, Sympathy for Lady Vengeance, The Fall. Shows: Hannibal, Regular Show, 30 Rock, Prison Playbook (k-drama), Hotel del Luna (k-drama), Racket Boys (k-drama).

Favourite food: Too many... I think I could eat soup dumplings/xiaolongbao by the bucket loads. Or Sri Lankan crab curry mmmm. I also can't say no to chocolate cake 🫣

Favourite animal: bears!!! I know they could kill me, but why are they friend-shaped :(

What were you like as a child? I was an easygoing child and VERY curious. I would wake up in the middle of the night to do "science" experiments. Like one time I woke up around 3am and I dug up the front yard to find "cool rocks" 💀 or buy mentos from the local convenience store, wait for everyone to go to bed, then sneak into the kitchen and put the mentos in my parents 2L coke bottle to see it explode LMAO.

Favourite subject in school: i've been in school for too long: french & geography -> science -> physics -> biology -> advanced health economics for low and middle-income countries & biostatistics

Least favourite subject: Wood working... to avoid a fail, I asked the guy who had a crush on me to help me with my final project 🫣 I also hated organic chemistry in undergrad.

What’s your best character trait: I've been told I'm very caring and calming to be around! I had a friend describe me as a "human version of a spa" 💀

What’s your worst character trait? I cut people out of my life very easily. I think I should be more forgiving, but I just... can't get passed whatever slight was made to me/loved ones. I'm trying to be understanding and compassionate, but I also don't want you near me ever again lol.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? I hope trump and his administration dies. In my immediate life? I'd like a higher salary.

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? It is definitely a tie between Johann Sebastian Bach and Muzio Clementi!! They are my favourite composers. My piano exam repertoire for the Baroque and Classical periods were from their piano repertoire. I have so much fun playing them and would love to learn their thought processes.

I tag: @soprawrites @villainsrtasty @nail-art-no-jutsu @muzansfangs @snuggetfish @if-dreams-do-come-true and any others who want to do this too (also feel free to ignore if you don't wanna do this, no obligation at all!!)

[bambino1294]

💌 hey hey heyyy

HELLA 🤎🤎🤎

You are genuinely one of the most impressive people I’ve ever met. Your love for your writing and the stories you tell is so amazing to see, the care you have with crafting your worlds and your characters is just incredible. You work so hard to do your best in life even when things are looking messy or dire and it’s really inspiring, plus your humour is one of my favourite’s, you always have something going on on your blog that’s enough to cheer me up.

I love looking back on that chat last summer, it holds a really special place in my heart as a time I felt really comfortable with someone to express my ideas and story and know that they’d get it. I look back on it really fondly as a marker of our friendship, especially as writers, and I don’t think I’ll ever be over it lmao

[femme-is-my-gender]

This weekend:

1. Went to a concert in a slutty little outfit and danced and got compliments from the girlies

2. Went to an art expo and we got FIVE cool ass pieces… and maybe overspent so we couldn’t get a dining table like we had planned to this weekend

3. Got called a bitch by one of the art vendors for….. not wanting to buy a piece??

4. Enjoyed beautiful sunny weather and saw the daffodils and morning glories blooming !!

5. Totally ignored all the housework and just had a good weekend

6. Played a game of magic with a group of decent players and WON !! I’ve never won a group game!

7. Got home after all this to find someone on our apartment’s floor had left a decent dining table (some minor cosmetic damage and a small easy repair needed) for trash like basically right on our doorstep. So we still got a dining table!!!!

[floral-hex]

fuck, I hate telehealth, but ya know, I think I’d actually like it if it was in minecraft instead of a video call. Let’s do therapy in roblox or something.

[mismatchsocks]

nothing to offer but quotes from nbc hannibal/the blooper reel

[c-119]

Catalinas Pt. 4 + a cool lookin guy

[bi-panic-at-the-disco]

I always think that it’s funny whenever my friends think I’m cooler than I am cause they were thinking that my middle name was going to be super cool but like it’s Elizabeth a very common girl middle name like?? it’s so funny