#but. He’s the exception. He will always be special to me

[writersblog20]

Sick baby🍒

Neighbor!Joel Miller x reader 

Credits to the very talented : @a7estrellas 🫶🫶

Summary: When sickness catches you and you seemed to be doomed to take care of yourself, your hot older neighbor is going to make sure you get better.  (Lots of fluff and comfort)

Warnings: age-gap (Age of reader isn't classified but is in mid 20s). Mention of neglect and ptsd but NO details of traumatic events in itself. Sickness and hints to anxiety. Pet names like: baby girl, sweetheart, princess etc.  I'm sorry if I missed anything else.  

Words: 3.1K (I could've made this shorter, but I didn't) 

A/N: Hi.... So, I'm back? Sort of? Anyhow, here's a soft fic after 2 (or 3?) years of hiatus. I'm not dead just anxious and traumatized but I'm trying to get back to writing again! Please take it easy because I've been out of training. Anyway, I want to try to write about Hugh Jackman as well! So get ready for that, but also give me a second hahaha. I hope Youa'll are doing good!  

Sick baby 

It all started with a throbbing headache and the feeling of thorns in your throat. You groaned which made get an entire cough attack. You wiped the tears away from your eyes from coughing so violently. You felt exhausted and sick. It was in fact, that time of the year again for getting a cold.  

You made your way downstairs to make some tea. You looked into the cabinets for some honey but groaned when you remembered you had to do some grocery shopping today. The thought of having to go out of your house made you want to cry. You felt emotional, horrible, weak and sick. You just wanted to curl up in bed and someone to take care of you but that wasn't happening anytime soon.  

You heard the car door closing outside and it caught your attention, as it always would when he would arrive home. Your insanely hot, sweet and older neighbour, Joel Miller. You had a huge crush on him since you moved into your new home, and he helped you with your moving boxes as he saw you struggling. A couple of days later, when you got all settled, you made him some muffins as a toking of gratitude, and he invited you in to have a cup of tea.  

It didn't take much to get a crush on your older neighbour. He was incredibly handsome, sweet and you had a thing for older men, and he just made you turn into a complete puddle every time. He seemed to notice that you got flustered and shy around him and he absolutely loved it, which he made it now a mission to get you shy and flustered around him. It made his chest feel all warm and fluffy, something he hadn't felt in years that it turned him in a grumpy old man. Except, you made him feel happy and fuzzy inside. He would never admit it, but it was true. He was so very intrigued by you. For him, you were a sunshine even though you were alone a lot of the time, he saw you as someone very special for your age. He caught you more times, watching old movies. Like 1925 and 1950 old movies. Or when you caught you walking to your front door with new records in your arms. The times he caught you outside on your own porch, completely indulged in your book that you were reading at the time, a cup of tea next to you, a blanket over your lap as the rain hit the roof.  

He caught him staring at you so many times. Joel was a difficult and sometimes troubled man but when he looked at you, he found peace and serenity. The kind that he had been looking for his whole life, and now that it was in front of him, it scared him deeply. But no matter how hard he fought that feeling and wanted to keep a distance between the two of you, he found himself even closer to you. There was one thing he noticed, you were alone for most of the time, and it made him curious.  

One night, when the two of you had a beer on his front porch, he asked you why and how you were able to move into a home already at your age, hoping by asking you that question, he would get to know why you were alone a lot. You told him that you would tell the part of why another time and went straight to the how. He figured it wasn't a nice story and it wasn't. Let's just say for now that you didn't have a relationship with your parents and that it truly was for your own good. You had to leave your parents' home for your own safety.  

One evening, you stood in front of his door, soaking wet by the rain, and tears streaming down your cheeks. It left a hole in his chest seeing you like that and he felt instant rage, knowing that someone was the cause of how you felt. The moment he saw you, the features on his face showed deep concern as he pulled you into a tight hug as an impulse. When he opened the door and saw you like that, he had an overwhelming feeling to protect you. He pulled you inside carefully as he shushed you softly. His hand on the back of your head as he carefully tucked your head against his chest. He placed multiple kissed on the top of your head.  

You told him about the altercation that you had with your father. That was the moment you told him everything. You babbled so much that you struggled to get through your own words. “C'me here sweetheart.” he told you, held your hand and let you to the kitchen. He lifted you up on the counter and set you down while he quickly made some tea. Your make-up was all over your face and he got a soft cloth, made it wet and gently wiped it over your face to get the remains of your make-up and tears away. The soft look that was on his face, made your lip wobble again and gave you new tears on your cheeks. Joel looked into your eyes and his eyes softened even more as his heart broke for you. “Oh, baby girl...” The softness by a man and the feeling of safety and how secure and taken care of you felt, was new to you and it brought you to a completely new breakdown. Joel pulled you in a hug again and tucked your face into his neck. Even though you were on the counter, Joel was still taller than you. It was at that point that you've started to became emotionally attached to Joel.  

~~~~~~~`~~ 

You looked out of the window and thought about asking Joel if he could go to the store for you, but you felt so fatigue that you couldn't master up the courage to ask him, knowing that you would be too shy right now. Yes, you've shared that intimate moment together but since that night, your crush turned into love. You were head over heels for your neighbour.  

You sighed, which got you into another coughing attack. “Fine” You grumbled and heard that you had almost no voice left. You nose started to run and you knew that it would be better if you went to the store now before it got worse. 

You quickly went upstairs and got your oversized hoodie and sweatpants, throwing them on, brushed your teeth, cleaned your face and quickly did your hair. You noticed that you looked horrible, and a wave of warmth came over you. “A fever? Already?” you sighed and quickly got your stuff to go to the store.  

You got all the groceries you needed and headed home. You got so many extra things to make this cold disappear as soon as possible.  Once you got home you tried to get your bags out of the car, but you felt a hot wave go over you again, started to get dizzy and felt so weak that you couldn't even lift the stupid bags out of the car. You were already out of breath, and you started to mutter curse words in yourself.  Your vision started to get warry and black and you had to hold yourself to the car 

“Woa, take it easy baby girl.” Joel ran to your aid and held you, looking worryingly at your face. You held onto Joel now and slowly started to get your vision back but with a major headache... A migraine. “God fucking dammit...” you muttered, and Joel looked a bit in surprise at you. He never heard you curse before. “You okay there baby doll?” You held your palm to your head and groaned. “I'm sick” you spoke up louder and he was finally able to hear your voice correctly. Without saying anything he held his hand to your forehead, feeling how warm you were.  

“Let's put your things inside and get what you need but you're coming with me after. You're burning up.” he told you and got your stuff out of your car. You felt your heart skip a beat from nerves. “I ehm...” Joel ignored you and got your stuff. You wanted to get one bag out of his hands to help but he shot daggers at you for even thinking about getting a bag out of his hands.... ever.  You quickly looked down as if you were in trouble and Joels look softened and got your hand in his. “You're too good for this world princess.” he remarked and helped you towards your house.  

You unlocked the door and Joel hinted for you to get in first. He made his way to your kitchen and unpacked your stuff, putting it away and keeping the things, he figured were for the cold, in the bag so he could take it with him to his house and nurse you back to health. You were shuffling on your feet and Joel looked up. It was pretty clear that you felt uncomfortable and not really knowing what to do. It wasn't Joel that made you feel uncomfortable but more because you weren't allowed to help and you felt like a burden.  

“Why don't you get the stuff that you want ready, and we can head back to mine in a minute.” he proposed softly. You nodded, giving in silently. You made your way upstairs and gathered some stuff, but you felt so exhausted and out of breath that you sat down for a moment. You felt so terrible that the tears started to gather in your eyes. Your head and mind were so preoccupied that you didn't hear Joel. He softly knocked at your door, scaring you a bit. You quickly wiped away your tears, even though he'd seen you cry before.  

Joels gaze was so full of care and gentleness at that point that you couldn't stop crying right now. “What's wrong sweetheart?” he carefully kneeled before you, holding your hand and his other hand stroked your hair. “I don't want to burden you, Joel. Or take up too much space, change your schedule and stuff. I’ll be alright by myself.” you told him, but you couldn't even convince yourself of that right now.  Joels hand that stroked your hair, went gently over your cheek and his thumb and finger held your chin and made you look at him. “Princess, you will never be a burden to me, at all. I like your presence around me. Sick or not. You'll never take up too much space and you are allowed to be yourself around me. I want you to feel safe, secure, comfortable, loved and adored enough to be yourself around me. I know it's difficult for you, with what you've been through, but I promise you, I'll never let anyone hurt you again. Let me teach you what it's like to be cared about and loved.  I want you to be with me so I can take care of you, and I promise you, you'll never be a burden to me. Let me take care of you right now baby girl. You deserve it. And secretly I know that you really want to right now.” he playfully told you and gently poked your side.  

You couldn't help but smile a bit. “Okay...” was all could say right now, and it was more than enough for Joel as he got a big grin. “Let me help you pack up sweetheart. And if you need more stuff, I can always walk back.” he told you and kissed your forehead. He asked you where your pj's were and put it in your bag, with your toothbrush and all the necessities for now. Joel already chose to give you his hoodies for when you got cold. It was easier, so he didn't have to take much with him but the biggest reason was so he could see you in a hoodie and sweatpants that were his. He saw your book at your night cabinet and got it in the bag as well. “You need anything else princess? If we forgot something, I could get it in a second, that's no problem.” He told you convincingly. “I think we're good.” Joel hummed in satisfaction and gently helped you stand up and helped you down the stairs.  

He got your grocery bag, your keys and locked your door. When you got into his house, he placed the grocery bag on the floor for a second and helped you up the stairs towards his bedroom. You felt butterflies in your stomach seen you've never been upstairs before. 

“Don't worry, I changed the sheets this morning.” he told you but honestly, you wouldn't have mind if he didn't. He placed you gently on his bed and you looked around for a bit. “Why don't you take a shower to freshen up a bit and I'll get you some tea and fruit when you're done, hmh?”  You nodded and he showed you the bathroom. “I'll get you some towels and your pjs.” he told you and you nodded, looking around for a bit and feeling out of place.  

When Joel came back, he flashed you a comforting smile “Yell if you need anything or when you need help sweetheart.” he told you and you smiled gratefully. “Thank you, Joel.” you told him and he smiled, closing the door.  

After your warm shower, you felt exhausted and wanted to sleep. You got into your pj's and crawled into Joels bed. You snuggled into the pillows and pulled the sheets up to your chin, getting comfortable. It still smelled like Joel, giving a comforting and safe feeling. Like you were finally able to relax and be taken care of for once. You closed your eyes and gave into the tired feeling. 

You didn't know how much time had passed but you were awakened by Joel stroking your hair softly. “Hi baby girl, I made you some tea and some fresh fruit. You can continue sleeping if you eat and drink something.” he told you softly and sweetly as he sat beside you on the bed. You nodded, getting up. Joel adjusted the pillows behind you and walked around the other side of the bed and sat next to you, handing the tray with the fruit, tea, water and painkillers. “Thank you, Joel. I mean it. This means a lot to me.” Joel couldn't help but smile almost proudly. He gave you a kiss on your forehead. “Thank YOU, for letting me take care of you, and trusting me. That means a lot to me as well.”  

You started to feel a bit more comfortable and slowly finished the food he gave you. Joel handed you the tv remote with a wink and you searched something to watch on it. Joel got up to put the tray away but you were quick to take his arm. “Please, stay with me.” Joel melted by your big puppy eyes and smiled “I'll be right back baby girl.” you were content with his reaction and let go of him.  

Joel was as fast as lightning at that moment because he was back in a blink of an eye. He got next to you again and made himself comfortable before hinting to cuddle with him. Your heart was filled to the brink with love. Your head was on his chest and you grabbed onto his shirt before making yourself comfortable. Your eyes started to feel heavy while Joel softly massaged your head. His breathing and heartbeat calmed you down “It's okay baby girl, you're safe here. Get some sleep.” He whispered and in response you snuggled even closer to him and gave into the much-needed sleep.  

~~~~~ 

When you woke up, Joel was gone and with that, it left a sort of emptiness in your heart for a second. The tv was still on with the sound softly echoing through the room. You heard some pans clink together downstairs and you felt at ease, knowing Joel was close by. You sniffled your nose and hid underneath the blankets again from the cold. You heard the rain violently hitting the roof as it covered the sound coming from the tv.  

30 minutes later, Joel came upstairs and you peeked a bit from the covers, looking at him. He smiled warmly at you. “I made you some soup. I promise you, this will get you back on your feet.” he told you with a proud smile on his face as he gave you the tray with the soup. You saw that he had, once again, cut some fresh fruit for you, had a bottle of water and some lemon tea with honey. You smiled shyly “Thank you Joel.” He sat down next to you. “I missed you when I woke up.” you told him honestly without really thinking. Joel smiled proudly again and his cheeks changed in a pink color. “Well, I'm glad you did” the realization of what you had said, kicked in and you felt your cheeks heat up and immediately turned shy again. Joel noticed, and knew it wasn't the time to joke around right now. “But don't worry, I won't go anywhere, princess.” He interlinked your fingers through his and placed a kiss on the back of your hand. You leaned more against Joel in response, not really knowing what to say, so you tried to show his through getting closer and luckily, Joel picked up immediately on them and let out a gravel chuckle.  

“You stay here as long as you need. Even when you're better. Or when you feel like shit, you can always come here. See it as your second home, doll. You're always welcome here, and.... I really like you here.” He looked at you and for the first time, you could see Joel a bit nervous as he confessed to you. “I really like it here too. But only because of you...” You shyly admit, hoping he would catch on what you said, which, of course he did. “Same here, princess.” he gave you lingering kiss on your forehead, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable. “I'll make sure you're better soon, baby girl. But for now, what old classic movie do you want to watch?” he asked you with a smile, making you giggle.  

You were down bad for this man but in the end, you were very glad and happy that it was this man.  

[kaivenom]

Hellooo, could I request the one piece dilfs catching you masturbating and humping their pillow?:3

The One Piece Dilfs catiching you masturbating and humping their pillow HCS

Characters: Doflamingo, Mihawk, Crocodile, Smoker, Shanks

Masterlist

Dracule Mihawk

He was two months away, two months that you were alone at the castle.

He called you and was sweet and said he missed you, but you missed his touch and you couldn't wait.

It alrealdy happened a couple of times these two months, but this one he was coming back.

It was a surprise so he didn´t told you, and want to make it special, but when he entered the room he saw you naked with your wet pussy moving all along his pillow.

He freezed a little, not knowing if he should join you and scare you or be sweet and give you the chocolate and flowers.

"My love." you were the one frozen now. "Maybe you were missing me more than i thought, i missed your pressence too."

With that, you saw the gifts he had and know he can approach you.

With one hand he took your chin and kissed your lips, with the other he guided your hand to feel his boner.

He was trying to be sweet and caring after spending that time away but right now he just wanted to split you in half.

And when you started to squeeze his boner and put him on bed, he took it as the signal to be savage with you.

Donquixote Doflamingo

You know it was risky, like a lot, if he founds you like that he could get angry.

He doesn't like anyone to be on his chambers, but here you are, naked with his pillow between your legs.

You don't know what was on your mind when you decide to enter the room but since your mind can only think of him and your voice can only moan, well you are not thinking straight anymore.

On the other hand, he was watching you thru a camera on the room, nobody knows about it except for him.

When he saw you entering the room, he was about to send someone to take you out, but when you got naked and started humping his pillow, things changed.

He was observing you with a serious face, trying to ignore his hard-on, but you made it so difficult.

He was on top of his nerves, you could open a drawer and see his secrets, but you are there, getting of with just the smell of him.

He started to stroke himself thru his pants, not really caring about anything else that was happening around him.

His thoughts were varying a lot: "Why is this bitch on my room" "what a annoyance" "She's looking so hot" "I want to stuff her" , etc

When you cummed, he couldn't and that made him angrier.

So, when you left the room, he approached you on the hallway, almost giving you a heart attack.

He lifted you up and put you on his shoulder, going directly to the room.

"You are going to have a punishment for getting where you're not supposed to be."

Sr. Crocodile

Long day at work, and you long bored day.

So your mind started to go to specific memories and made you take the decision to hump the pillow.

You were so lost on your pleasure that you lost track of time.

So, when you heard the door open you didn't have time to react.

"Ummm, it looks like my little lover can't wait for me to get home, you are a little vicious one."

He was listening to you for a couple of minutes, building his desire just to move the door when you were about to come.

For a moment you thought you did something wrong but when you saw the big tent on his trousers poking out of his coat, you felt arroused x3

He felt really arroused too, he was a little upset that you didn't wait for him to get home but at the same time he loved that you couldn't wait.

He just sits there and makes you a signal to come closer, you have to get some kind of punishment.

"You can still pleasure yourself love, but you need to do something about this too."

Smoker

It's really difficult to be in the same ship as a man who is that hot and always walks shirtless.

Today's training was the breaking point, he was all sweaty and groaning.

You were in charge of laundry today so you had an excuse to enter his room.

You layed on the bed, turning on with just his smell and cologne on the sheets.

You hugged the pillow, you were being weird and you know it but suddently the idea of humping it took your mind.

You are either way going to wash it, so nobody would notice.

The bad feeling lasted 5 seconds, after that all was pleasure, to the point that you were trying to stay quiet.

The thing is that your captain was going to take something on his room and catched you, but you were so distracted that you didn't realize it.

He was about to yell at you but he didn't have the nerve, he felt too embarrased about how he instantly got a boner.

He just tried to forget it but that night he tried to catch your smell on the pillow and he was now the one who was jacking off to your thought.

He was distant from you a couple of days but then he coudln't wait and kissed you hardly against a wall.

"God, how can i be a god supervisor if all i think is you riding me?"

Akagami Shanks

You were angry at him, for some stupid thing he did, but you were arroused too.

Solution? humping a pillow.

You were angry about thinking of him, but you were getting so much pleasure.

You heard someone coming in but you didn't care, the only person that would open the door is the one you are angry at, so, f*ck him.

"God baby, you are feeling so good."

You tried to slow you movements and ignore him, but he got closer, smelling a little like licour, but you know he isn't drunk yet.

When he starts to kiss your neck you groaned but you have to stay strong.

"Im sorry for earlier baby, please, let me hear your pretty voice."

You tried to ignore him and not moan but his voice was so deep and sensual that you coudln't resist.

He started to grope your breasts and bite your neck.

"You are not going to do it again?" you grabbed his hair agressively.

"I promise you." he said while pressing his boner on you.

"Good, now fuck me."

[scarletwinterxx]

this is how you fall in love - jeon wonwoo imagine

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When you say your life turned technicolor when you started dating Wonwoo, you meant it both literally and metaphorically. Before him, life for you was black and white. A 24 hour rotation of the clock.

To put it simply, you just lived life as it is.

It's still a mystery to you how you manage to land yourself a wonderful boyfriend like him, there are moments it doesn't feel real. How could it be when your man looks and acts like he stepped right out of a fairytale book specially written for you.

"Hey pretty, I got something for you"

He swears gift giving isn't his love language and he knows you don't like getting such grand gifts, but time to time he brings home little trinkets that reminds you of him or something cute that he thinks you'll like.

Just the other week he got you shoes that matches the one he has, but yours was in pink. Very cute, you told him. He remembered you telling him you needed new shoes but couldn't decide what to get, you saw the pink version of his' and thought about getting those but you never got to doing so.

So a few days after that, he surprised you. The smile you had on was worth every dollar he spent. You even went on a walk with your matching shoes on.

Today it's something else. This time it's a cute yellow hair pin, perfect match to the scrunchie he got you before.

"You know my favorite color is purple, right?"

He chuckles at your question. Of course he knows. At this point there's little he doesn't know about you, from your little quirks, to your pet peeves to all your favorite, he have those all listed in his mind like his own commandments.

It also happens to be his favorite color too, so that helps

"I know, I just pick that one so I can easily spot you" he takes the seat beside you on the couch, throwing his arm on the back of the couch making you rest your head against him.

"Huh?" you ask, looking at him

"Just when I don't wear my glasses, everything else is blurry but atleast I can see the color. That way I know it's you" he smiles, playing with the yellow scrunchie on your wrist

"So you're telling me, you keep getting me yellow stuff so you could see me?"

He nods

You look at him before a smile breaks out of your face, taking Wonwoo's cheeks between your hands to squish them. Cuteness aggression taking over.

To some, Wonwoo might seem like a cold person, very nonchalant but that's the exact opposite. If you get to know him more, he's a big softie and likes to play practical jokes every now and then. One of the many things that made you fall in love with him was how easy it was to smile when you're with him.

Falling for him didn't feel scary. From your past relationships it always felt like a part of you was lost, like you're not you're own person anymore. But with him, it's different.

Wonwoo let's you be you. You feel loved just by being you.

"What got you thinking, pretty? Lost you for a second there" he whispers

"Just.. things"

"Want to share?"

It's cute he still asks, even after dating for some time he still asks if you want to share whatever thoughts you have in your mind instead of just making you say it. From day 1 he let you set the pace, no matter how slow or how fast you want to go he'll be right beside you happily holding your hand.

He tucks your hair behind your ear, cradling your face in his hands and you think this is where you feel the safest, the most secure.

"Just you, still wondering what I did in my past life to deserve you"

He shakes his head, leaning down to give you a kiss on the forehead. "I should be the one asking you that. I'm just happy I get to love you like this"

He watches you watch him, he knows you're still having an internal debate. Thoughts bouncing around in your head, sometimes that happens and he's always there to shut any doubts.

"You love me, correct?" he asks, you quickly utter a confirmation making Wonwoo smile

"You said, anything I love you'll learn to love too. Correct?" he asks again, you nod at his question

"I love you, more than anything in this universe. I love even the tiny flaws you think you have. To me, all those things are just... you. These cheeks? I love seeing them the moment i open my eyes in morning, pressed against the pillow making you look like a sleeping angel. These hands? I love how they hold me, keep me grounded when it gets too loud. Your laugh, especially the one that don't sound like anything because you're laughing too hard and you're so happy I cant help but smile too and make me want to make you laugh like that everyday."

He holds your hand in his, eyes looking straight into yours as he says the words. Each and every one of them is the truth and nothing but the truth.

"You, all of you I love. This mind, the one that keeps you up at night, makes you worry about the future that have yet to come and everything that could go wrong, I love that too. That's you, you and your nagging, your ups and downs, your mood swings and bad days. I'd have it all" He frees your hand so he can reach up to flatten the crease between your brows. You feel his fingertip ever so gently land on your forehead.

"Just once, even for a second I wish you see yourself through my eyes and know just why I look at you the way I do. If only you can feel what I feel because there isn't any word in any language to express it. Not yet anyways" he breathes out.

Before you, Wonwoo's life was monochromatic. Like a black and white silent film. And when he met you, that's when it all changed. He started to laugh a little louder, smile a little wider. You're the color of his life, not the overwhelming kind of color but instead the exact hues he loved.

"Do you ever feel overwhelmed with how you feel about me?" you ask him. He can hear the genuine wonder in your voice, instead of sugarcoating it for you he tells the truth because he would never know how to lie to you.

"Sometimes, I overthink too" he lets out a chuckle before continuing "Like what if one day I become too much, but I can't help it. I just want to do everything for you. Sometimes, I feel down. I don't want to make you feel that too so I just..." he trails off

He didn't need to say anything else for you to understand.

"Then will you tell me if you're having bad days too? I can take it." you tell him

"Love, I-" he pauses "I'm sorry. I know I'm not the most vocal person, I just don't want to burden you with my problems" he breathes out. His hold on you tightening.

"I'm your partner, I'm your girlfriend. Am I not?"

"You are"

"Didn't you tell me once you'd marry me"

"I did, and I will" he smiles, recalling that conversation in his head.

"Then talk to me, I don't care about the baggage, I don't care if they're too heavy. I'm here. You share your joys with me, then that's double the happiness. That goes the same with your sorrows, you tell me all about it so it's half the pain"

He smiles, heart filling up with more love for you he didn't was possible.

"You can tell me, you don't have to give it all to me. I just want to know if you're okay, or angry or worried or sad. I just want to know how to be there for you like you are for me" you tell him, tracing his features with your fingertips.

He hugs you even tighter, afraid of letting any space get between the two of you. "You being here is more than enough for me. Knowing I'm coming home to you is enough for me. You are more than enough for me, my love"

You didn't expect your afternoon to turn into love confessions but you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

[dadattebayo]

You know what guys…

I just watched this teaser for the final episode, and of course I am thrilled and blown away by Sauron's maniac face telling he is gonna rape his preciousssss eat Galadriel alive

oh fuck help me i can´t

BUT

I still have something to say. Like okay, i get it, all this unspoken sexual tension and stuff between them, and kinda obvious crazy thirst for her in his creepy face - all could be fine by me except the one tiny detail. What we can see more in this teaser is another freaking kiss that is going to happen this time between Isildur and his girl sorry I forgot her name,

so what’s really pissing me off is that so far we would have 4 kisses in the show and basically these are 4 KISSES NO ONE ACTUALLY GIVES A FUCK ABOUT.

1. Harfoots. Who cares about the hobbits kissing scene? Like what the hell was it for? Does someone for real ship them? Was this kiss important to the story?

Fucking NO.

2. Elrond and Galadriel. Totally unnecessary. No one expected this and no one would want this to happen actually. Especially considering the fact he eventually just put the key into her hand without any special use of his mouth required.

Okay I get it can explained he wanted to distract the orcs, but anyway, somehow the writers did came up with this particular idea!

3. Arondir and Bronwin. Totally fine by me except she´s dead now.

4. Now Isildur and Estrid (I remembered the name).

At first I was blind enough watching the teaser to think it was Halbrand so I got a mini stroke.

Pretty sure once we will see Elendil/Miriel kissing too. Of course I do not mind any of these kisses happening, I even ship some of them but still these are not something the whole fandom is waiting for.

There is literally only one kiss EVERYONE is expecting. Not only the haladriel shippers, but everyone (some might want it to happen, some might not, but it would not be a surprise for anyone) since in fact nobody has ever asked for Saurondriel in the first place, it was totally up to the showrunners to literally just start pushing this ship into our throats from their first meeting using all scrupulously planned moments between them throughout the season 1 and countless hints and moments of nostalgia in the season 2! God, they even invented the whole Mirdania character just to prove Sauron´s feelings (and of course to show his cruelty later, but thats not the point)

guess where the kiss should have happened if they hadn't been interrupted

The writers made this ship up consciously and intentionally. THEY HAVE BEEN FEEDING US WITH HALADRIEL SINCE THE BEGINING,

So why the fuck this couple which has always been promoted in such obvious way is the only one that is not likely to get a goddamn kiss?! At this point i would rather believe that even Stranger and Nori would kiss, but not Saurondriel.

This is disturbing. BECAUSE EXCUSE ME WE'LL HAVE TO WAIT 2 MORE YEARS to get the s3. I am not still quite sure though cause there is still no official announcement on s3

So, they all have already messed up enough with the original plot by putting some of the kisses mentioned above in the series, so why just not let also Saurondriel finally happen? What difference would it make anyway? none! all plot holes will all be fixed thanks to impossibility to fix sauron.

I am just fed up with another 'LETS TOUCH THE DARKNESS TOGETHER', "NO NEVER', 'DIE BECAUSE OF ME', BLABLA...

It needs something better to get us screaming and making views to the show.

[sweetvamp03]

I Hate Cowboy Movies

Warnings - nsfw 18+ - smut - not much plot/no use of y/n - sub!sam - public sex - unprotected sex (I do not encourage)

Sam Winchester x fem!reader , Dean Winchester , Castiel

Word Count - 880

Summary - It's movie night in the bunker but unfortunatley it's Dean's turn to pick. Is there some way you and Sam can make this boring night a little more fun?

The room around you was filled with darkness, except for that which came from the television screen planted in front of the couch and chairs. Dean and Cas sat on the sofa facing the TV, both enthralled in the film Dean had picked out for movie night, well more so Dean than Cas. But Cas was always willing to watch anything Dean liked. You were sat on top of Sam's lap, in a big brown plush chair near the side of the room. There were enough seats for all of you, but you both preferred sharing. Your arm was wrapped around his shoulder, and his around your waist. You leaned in to whisper, "I hate cowboy movies". He let out a little laugh, "Yeah me too, but it was Dean's night to choose, its only fair. I mean you did make us watch 'What a Girl Wants' last week". You were ready to fight him on that one. "Oh shut up, you loved it, I know you did" you teased. He rolled his eyes and kissed your cheek lightly before returning his attention to the movie.

You were bored out of your mind, you couldn't leave though, that was a very important rule of movie night in the bunker. Along with no healthy food, and no asking questions every 10 seconds. A horribly dirty thought popped into your head as you sat on your boyfriend's lap, and you tried to shake it away, knowing that it was a terrible idea. Terrible but perfect. You had a blanket over both of your laps, and you were going to take advantage of the fabric concealing your lower halves. Shifting your hands around under the blanket, you reached for Sam's belt and began to fiddle it loose. You felt a tight squeeze on your shoulder which prompted you to look up and meet Sam's panicked face. You smirked devilishly at him and he looked over to the couch where the two men hadn't taken their eyes off the screen in quite a while, and then back at you. You tilted your head and gave him a puppy dog look; a taste of his own medicine. He silently scoffed with a smile on his face while refusing to make eye contact. His grasp on you had melted, from squeeze to a soft pet. He ran two fingers up and down your arm, letting you know that he was up for whatever you had planned.

Unzipping his jeans, you felt him harden beneath you. Just the thought of his dick getting hard because of you was enough to make you wet. He began to help out by pulling his pants and boxers down just enough for his hard member to spring free. Sliding your hand up your thigh, you lowered your lace panties and thought about what you could get away with. You began to palm his cock leading him to believe he was getting special treatment, only to realize you were simply toying with him. He let out a small grunt as your hand disappeared from his body. Adjusting your position inconspicuously, you planted yourself right on top of him. You both twitched as he entered you, but were able to maintain the quietness of the room. His free hand made his way to your sopping entrance, inserting two fingers and tracing your walls, before removing them as he retreated to your clit to rub soft circles just a few times before you grabbed his hand and gestured with your eyes to stop. Brows furrowing, he tilted his head to ask why. You motioned your head towards the TV, and he realized what you had been up to. As much as you did want to fuck him right there, you knew it would be way too obvious, you could never be quiet with Sam. But you wanted to have a bit of fun. You could see he was getting a bit frustrated, not being able to obtain pleasure in any way, so you whispered to him again, "It's torture for me too, baby, wait until the movie's done, then you can fuck me all you want". As the words left your mouth you could feel him stiffen inside you, you were just making things worse. He didn't mind though, he loved it when you did stuff like this, it turned him on. Continuing to trace your arm, he turned his focus back to the movie. There were only about 25 minutes left, and every 5, you shifted just a teeny bit, making him squirm beneath you. When the end credits finally rolled, Dean clapped loudly, startling everyone. You all looked at him like he was crazy, "What??" he spilled out. "It's my favourite movie, you loved it, just admit it". You couldn't help but laugh, which sent waves through both of your bodies.

"Whatever, I'm going to bed," he yelled out as he left the room.

"I have some research I meant to do earlier, goodnight," Castiel said flatly as he headed to the library.

"Hm, looks like it's just the two of us, here in the dark, whatever will we do?" you teased Sam

"I hate cowboy movies" he spoke desperately before combining his lips with yours in a passionate kiss.

[writeriguess]

Can I please request a Kirishima x reader? They both like each other but believe the other doesn't like them back.

Reader is very physically affectionate and cuddly with her friends (platonically as long as they're okay with it) and her favorite is to cuddle with Kiri

In the dorms, they usually have a movie night on Friday with everyone and she's usually with him

but one night Kiri comes back from training late and she's (still platonically) cuddling with Denki

Happy ending please? I'm sorry if it's too long or too specific! I appreciate you even considering it

It’s Friday night, the best night of the week. Not just because it meant no classes tomorrow or a much-needed break from the grueling hero training, but because Friday night meant movie night in the dorms with your friends. Everyone would pile into the common room, claiming their favorite spots on the couches or sprawling out on the floor with pillows and blankets. You always looked forward to it because it was a chance to unwind with your friends, surrounded by laughter, snacks, and the familiar comfort of the people you loved most.

But most of all, it was a chance to cuddle with Eijiro Kirishima.

You weren’t exactly sure when it became routine, but somehow it had. Movie nights usually ended with you snuggled up next to Kirishima, your head on his shoulder, his arm casually draped around you as though it was the most natural thing in the world. It was comfortable, easy. You loved being close to him — his warmth, his steady heartbeat beneath your cheek, the solidness of his presence. It wasn’t unusual for you to be affectionate with your friends. You were a touchy person by nature, always the first to offer a hug or a reassuring pat on the back. You’d cuddled with a few of the others before too, but with Kirishima, it was different. It felt… special.

Too bad he probably didn’t see it that way.

Despite your constant physical affection, Kirishima never seemed to treat you any differently than the others. Sure, he was always kind and sweet, but that was just who he was. Kind, sweet, caring, and always there for his friends. You were no exception. You were just a friend to him, you told yourself, though that didn’t stop your heart from skipping a beat when his arm rested around your shoulders or when his fingers absentmindedly played with the ends of your hair during a movie.

You liked him, there was no doubt about that. You liked him a lot. But you’d convinced yourself he couldn’t possibly feel the same. He was too good, too handsome, too… him. And you? Well, you were just the girl who got a little too attached during movie nights.

Tonight, you settled into your usual spot on the couch, blanket wrapped around your legs as you glanced at the door, expecting Kirishima to arrive soon. You knew he’d been training late, pushing himself harder than usual in preparation for the upcoming hero course evaluations. He was always working on becoming “manlier,” as he liked to say, constantly striving to improve himself. It was one of the things you admired most about him, though you also worried he pushed himself too hard sometimes.

“Hey, where’s Kirishima?” you asked Denki, who was sprawled out on the couch beside you. “He’s usually here by now.”

Denki shrugged, stuffing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. “He texted me earlier and said he was gonna be late. Something about extra training with Bakugo.”

You nodded, though a tiny pang of disappointment tugged at your heart. Movie night just wasn’t the same without Kirishima next to you. It wasn’t like you couldn’t cuddle with Denki — he was one of your closest friends, after all. But it just felt… different. You missed the easy comfort of Kirishima’s presence.

Still, you weren’t about to make a big deal of it.

As the movie started, you found yourself leaning into Denki anyway, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head against his chest. Denki didn’t mind. He never minded. He was used to your affectionate nature and often teased you about how you were like a little puppy who always needed to be touching someone. You laughed it off because it wasn’t entirely untrue. You just liked being close to the people you cared about. Simple as that.

Halfway through the movie, though, the door to the common room swung open. You glanced up, and there he was — Kirishima, sweaty and flushed from training, but grinning nonetheless. Your heart did that familiar flip-flop in your chest, and you had to remind yourself to breathe.

“Hey, guys,” he called out, making his way toward the couch. “Sorry I’m late.”

“Yo, Kiri!” Denki waved lazily, eyes still glued to the screen. “We saved you a spot!”

You shifted slightly, making room for him beside you, but there was an awkward tension in the air now that hadn’t been there before. Kirishima paused for a second, his eyes flicking from you to Denki. And though his usual grin was still in place, you noticed something flicker behind his crimson eyes. Something… off. Was that hurt?

No, you were imagining it. Why would Kirishima be hurt just because you were cuddling with Denki? That didn’t make sense. It wasn’t like he cared who you cuddled with. He’d never given you any reason to believe he felt possessive or jealous, so why would he now?

Kirishima took a seat on the other side of the couch, a little farther away than usual. He grabbed a pillow and tossed it onto his lap, leaning back as though trying to get comfortable, but you noticed the way his shoulders tensed. The movie played on, but you couldn’t focus anymore. You were too hyper-aware of Kirishima sitting there, quiet, unusually so.

A few minutes passed before you finally worked up the nerve to break the silence between you. “How was training?” you asked softly, turning your head slightly in his direction.

He shrugged, eyes still on the TV. “It was fine. Just trying to get stronger.”

You nodded, unsure of what else to say. Normally, Kirishima was the one who initiated conversation between you, always cheerful and chatty. But tonight, he seemed distant. Closed off. And it bothered you more than you cared to admit.

Denki, blissfully unaware of the strange tension, stretched out beside you, pulling you closer into his side. “Man, I could totally fall asleep right now. This movie’s kinda boring.”

You forced a laugh, trying to ignore the tightness in your chest. “Yeah, maybe a little.”

Kirishima didn’t say anything.

It wasn’t until the movie ended and everyone started heading to their rooms that you finally decided you couldn’t let this weirdness go on any longer. You needed to talk to Kirishima, figure out what was going on. You said goodnight to the others and followed him down the hall, catching up with him just before he reached his room.

“Kiri, wait,” you called softly.

He stopped, turning to face you. There was that same flicker of something in his eyes again, but he masked it quickly with a smile. “What’s up?”

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to even begin. You didn’t want to sound ridiculous, but you also couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed. “Are you… okay?” you asked, biting your lip. “You’ve been kind of quiet since you got back.”

Kirishima’s smile faltered for a second, and he scratched the back of his head, looking away. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired, I guess.”

“Tired?” You frowned, stepping closer to him. “You sure? Because you’ve never been this quiet before. Not around me.”

He let out a small sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly. “I guess I just… thought things were different. But maybe I was wrong.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Different? What do you mean?”

Kirishima met your gaze then, and for the first time that night, he looked vulnerable. His usual confidence was gone, replaced by something softer, more uncertain. “I thought… I don’t know. I thought maybe we had something special. But when I saw you with Denki tonight, I realized I was probably just imagining it.”

You stared at him, your mind racing to catch up with his words. “Wait, you mean… you thought we had something special?”

Kirishima nodded slowly, rubbing the back of his neck in that nervous way he always did when he was unsure of himself. “Yeah, I did. I mean, I know you’re really affectionate with everyone, but I guess I thought… when it was with me, it meant more. Like maybe you liked me too. But it’s fine if you don’t. I don’t want to make things weird.”

Your breath caught in your throat. He thought you didn’t like him? He thought you didn’t like him? That was ridiculous. That was insane. You liked him so much it hurt sometimes, but you’d always convinced yourself he didn’t feel the same.

“Kiri…” you began, your voice soft. “I do like you. I like you a lot. More than just a friend. I thought you didn’t like me back.”

His eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. Then, slowly, a grin spread across his face, wide and genuine, like the sun breaking through the clouds. “Wait, seriously? You like me?”

You nodded, feeling your cheeks heat up under his gaze. “Yeah. I’ve liked you for a while now.”

Kirishima’s grin only grew wider, and before you knew it, he was pulling you into his arms, hugging you tightly. “Man, I’ve been such an idiot. I’ve liked you for so long, but I thought I was just reading into things too much.”

You laughed, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his chest. “I guess we’re both idiots then.”

He chuckled, resting his chin on top of your head. “I guess so. But, hey, better late than never, right?”

You nodded, smiling against his chest. “Yeah, better late than never.”

For a moment, the two of you stood there in the quiet hallway, wrapped in each other’s arms, and it felt like everything had finally clicked into place. All the uncertainty, all the miscommunication, it all melted away, leaving behind only the warmth of his embrace and the steady beat of his heart against yours.

After a while, Kirishima pulled back slightly, just enough to look down at you with that soft, affectionate smile you’d grown to love so much. “So, uh… does this mean I get to cuddle with you again? Or are you sticking with Denki from now on?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, swatting his chest. “You’re such a dork. Of course you get to cuddle with me.”

He grinned, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead. “Good. Because I’ve missed having you next to me.”

Your heart fluttered at the feel of his lips against your skin, and you couldn’t help but smile up at him. “I’ve missed it too.”

As you stood there, wrapped in each other’s warmth, you couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something even better than movie nights. Something real. Something that had been there all along, waiting for both of you to finally see it.

Requests are open. Send as many as you like at once.

[mcybree]

I MADE LOTS OF NOISES IRL WHEN I SAW THIS IM GOING TO BE COMPLETELY HONEST. NOT TO DSMP POST BUT

CJACK IS LIKE ONE OF THE ALL TIME BLORBOS TO ME LIKE IN MY TOP 3. THE DSMP JACK MANIFOLD ENDING STREAM WAS SICK AS FUCK AND SUCH A FITTING WAY TO END HIS ARC idk if this is a specific callback to his little spiel about how he was gonna have a vacation after he finally rid the world of tommy (the part where he says tubbo was gonna personally congratulate him for it or something girl you KNOW THATS NOT TRUE…. YOU KNOW ITS NOT…) or if you just wanted to draw him being silly but either way I appreciate this so much you have no idea. This is the dsmp ending. Please look away from jack destroying himself through a misguided sense of vengeance thinking it will fix him for the fifteenth million time except this time he obliterated everyone

[virgothozul]

Ok. I have listened to the people. I have watched the thing. It is very wholesome.

Kazu comes home. He is hopeless and tipsy. And he swings between excited and wasted.

[supermaks]

Kit do you not rep Charles anymore 😭

Of course I do he’s prime I just need a break from his team and that fucking dog

[braceletofteeth]

When society is robbed of Khabkluen moments as a dentistry student... JoongDunk to the rescue!

[constantvariations]

A trend in Astarion fics that I find bizarre is the idea that he's never been treated gently during sex. This is difficult to believe for one simple reason: some of Astarion's victims were virgins.

Astarion: You were handsome. Shy. You'd never been kissed. Sebastian: You taught me how. And then you destroyed me.

I get the desire to make his current partner special by having their sex be good and wholesome in comparison to his other trysts, but this is a flawed sentiment. The cutscene of that first night together is incredibly tender from the kiss to laying on the grass - the only outlier being if you offer your neck - and if you sleep with Astarion but keep it at that night, Astarion himself says he will never forget you. Not because the PC was uniquely gentle with him in bed, but because they were the first person he ever slept with of his own free will. It's his choice that makes that night special to him moreso than anything the PC may or may not have done during that time.

[danothan]

everyday i log onto the internet i am forced to fisticuffs combat the halbarry default yaoi allegations. THEY’RE NOT A BASIC BRUNETTE/BLONDE JOCK/NERD DYNAMIC THEY’RE MORE THAN THAT (coping)

[sskk-manifesto]

!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[idiosyncraticrednebula]

Almost all of the "criticism" (i.e., hatred, bashing) thrown at Disney Princesses comes directly from a fundamental misunderstanding, misinterpretation and misreading of the core message of their stories and their respective characters and journeys.

[entering--hyperspace]

Leo lore I could talk about

1. Leo's thoughts on charr society and how hes trying so hard to change it

2. Growing up in Ascalon, path to necromancy, love/empathy for spirits/ghosts

3. How his necromancy works (including shroud)

4. Whatever the fuck is going on with him and Rytlock (up to ls2)

5. Relationship with destiny's edge and the other characters :] (he is not the commander)

6. Mexican coded \o/

[absolutelyzoned]

its me and my inability to compromise against the world