#clicky and follow

[solradguy]

When people hate on the fire element for being the basic boring one in video games

[princelancey]

People bring up Hitler when talking about Lance!? Get a fucking grip, some people do need to be silenced

[infulaen]

𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐑 - Spoiler Heavy 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝙾𝙲 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙵𝙵𝚇𝚅𝙸 by 𝑲𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒊 (Kuro again? Yes...) 𝟸𝟻 𝚢/𝚘, 𝙾𝙲, 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢. (Follows back from @.cinderella-gurei) Like or reblog if interested! Under Construction!

[confetti-critter]

The night is young and I am free to do whatever my heart desires but unfortunately I have once again found myself trapped in the Time Prison and so I

[ask-october-fox]

Hi October! It has been a few years, since I last popped in; but I wanted to thank you dearly once again for everything that you do, and give an update! As I am sure you have heard from many others: every year has come with its own set of challenges, but for me at least, the last few have been better! Old friendships have been reborn, closure achieved, and I have even started to break back into activities I had given up on years ago, like drawing and music!

It's not perfect, but it's progress; and I think that is all that matters right now. :)

I hope you have had a good year, yourself, despite all of the craziness in the world! and I hope you had a fantastic Birthday!! (I still can't believe I missed both that AND your stream somehow!)

And well... Thank you for sticking around! Sharing your messages has become a bit of a tradition in this household and it continues to be one of my favorite parts of the season! My reasons are admittedly a little selfish, but I hope we can come see you again for many years to come!!

While it is no true shrine, I did want to send these on as a gesture of our appreciation. (Before I take these old retired shrine guardians to be restored) My family is thinking of you, and always wishing you the very best!

(In case the text is too small to read: Those are Apple Cider Frycakes and Japanese yellow curry paste with a touch of apple and honey!)

Oh goodness! I am getting 2 shrines this year? Thats already 2 more than I had before! Those statues are so pretty and the food is a most welcomed offer! Thank you so much! 🤍🧡🖤 I am so SO happy to know that things have been going well for you since last we spoke. Quite true that each year comes with its own trials and tribulations, but they can also come with good lessons and second chances. To be able to reconnect with friends, find peace, and even join back in with old hobbies is wonderful to know. Thank you as well for the birthday wishes! Its been quite a busy week, so there is much left to catch up on for the final days remaining (aaaaaaaaaa). On the note of streams tho, you neednt worry! There are still at least 2 more streams being planned out! Tonight around 7-8pm (cst) Fido and I will be continuing our adventures in It Takes Two AND!!! If all goes well... October 30th (time is still up in the air) Fido, Spook, Tao, and myself are planning to stream Phasmophobia! Considering that none of us have played that game is going to make it even more fun! I hope you'll get to join us!

Be sure to follow me on Twitch so you dont miss out!

[aropride]

Please ignore me following you now I don’t know when that happened this is so embarrassing

UR GOOD LOL welcome back my friend o/

[dawn-the-rithmatist]

Alright I have finished the lost metal and am now jumping into secret project 1. I’m going to be posting a lot about these probably because I’m Losing My Mind, so block these tags if you don’t want to see me posting about them!

#the lost metal and/or #tlm will be on all posts related to the book, regardless of spoiler content

#tlm spoilers and/or #the lost metal spoilers will be on any posts that contain spoilers. I’m saying and/or here because I am not the most consistent even when I try, so you might be better off blocking both

#ssp and #sanderson secret projects will be used for all of the secret projects releasing this year!

#ssp1 or #ssp 1 will be used for the first project (and similar tags for projects 2, 3, and 4)

The title of the books, which I won’t put here because I know people want surprises, will also be used to tag posts about secret projects.

Finally, I’m going to start using #book babble for all of my book rants and meta posts, because I know they get a little long and a little niche :) this should make it easier to find/avoid them if people want

If I miss a tag, or there’s a standard one for something that I’m not using, feel free to let me know!

[soulsxng]

📂 📂 📂 for Shilo!

@fatestouch | Random Headcanons | Accepting!

📂 - On an average day, he'll sleep about 10-15 hours total, usually with one longer stretch of sleep, and then a few naps. This is usually when he visits his Dreamers in their dreamscapes, and finalizes any "orders" for their bodies to follow, so he doesn't have to actively control everyone all the time (which is actually somewhat rare for him to do).

It's also because he runs out of energy pretty quickly if he doesn't have a large amount of Dreamers. Partially because he's always giving portions of his out to realms, his Dreamers to ensure they're taken care of and safe, people he comes across that need help, etc. He's really just a big, sleepy buddy at all times.

📂- If someone touches his hair, it feels wet, but when they pull their hand away, it'll be completely dry. Kind of an odd sensation, I'm sure.

📂- He loves animals, and animals tend to love him too (it's partly because a lot of them can sense his connection to the realm they're in, and feel relaxed around him because of it). He'll fall asleep in the middle of some forest and wake up with the "dangerous" animals all curled around him, asleep. It doesn't help that he'll feed them if they decide to come around when he's awake, too.

[ariapmdeol]

whos the most interesting character to analyze

for me personally it bounces around a lot, but as of the most recent part of the eng translation, I keep coming back to Seodore (and by extension, mutei as well)

he just has SO MUCH GOING ON. He refuses to talk about SO MUCH but the idle and quiet comments reveal so much,, Seodore please hand over the lore,, If i rotate him in my mind enough, new lore will come out! Mutei.... he dropped one document and i've been obsessed with him ever since, i need to understand him so bad </3

Sanemitsu is ALSO fun to analyze, ESPECIALLY on a second watchthrough-- I'll need to write him his own analysis/theory at some point, because i have a lot of thoughts about him <3

he is SUCH a bastard and a liar but he's so vulnerable and human and flawed and i love him,,

Honestly there's a LOT to spot for every character in COE, bc the foreshadowing is so insane you can literally point to almost any line and it will have foreshadowed something 6 chapters later (Karen especially is fun to pay attention to on a second watch/playthrough, bc her comments are very insightful lol).

Kanou is also fun to think about, he's definitely getting his own post as well at some point,,, he is SUCH a liar but when that mask is cracked it means so much to me <3. also that. that one little comment in the artbook about his research... kanou what the hell were you researching i need to theorize about it

[ann-beth]

customer that comes in practically every day × cashier/counterperson who knows their order by heart is a friendship trope that I will never let go of.

[myjisung]

WEDNESDAY — [8:47PM]

han jisung. genre: fluff + warning: none.

"oh please, y/n."

"just a minute. i need to get this done."

"do you hate me? be honest."

your fingers stopped moving and hovered over your keyboard. slowly, you turned your head and looked in the direction of your boyfriend, sat right by your side at the dinner table, deadpan. he stared back at you, his face unmoving, brows furrowed, and his eyes as round as they could get.

"that's a whole new sentence, jisung." you replied after a few seconds.

in response, he sighed audibly and let his head rest on the table, face burried in his crossed arms, while you focused back on your screen. you had to finish checking your work mailbox before you could close your laptop and rest for good.

"you're always working" jisung started, words muffled against the sleeves of his hoodie, "it's always the emails and never me. be honest. you just like your emails better."

it was not the first time jisung whined this way. actually, it was a recurrent occurence. this happened almost every time you worked from home, or rather, from your shared appartment. on those days, you would not see time pass and jisung would be home from the studio before you were done with your own tasks. since your chatty desk mates were not around you, it was easier to focus in the comfort of your own home and you often lost track of time or simply made the most out of those remote working days.

jisung did not like that very much and he made sure to let you know.

"you're being silly. silly and needy." you muttered, your voice dripping with fondness without being able to help it.

"i wonder why!" your boyfriend retorted. his head had shot up and he was now looking right at the side of your face in fake annoyance. "i've been begging for hours."

"it's been eight minutes since you got here." you corrected.

"and i can feel myself fading away..." he whined again, "this is all your fault..." jisung's head was back in his arms and his eyes fluttered closed, face turned towards yours with a pout tugging at his mouth.

you stole a glance and smiled to yourself. a quiet chuckle bubbled from your throat and you focused back on your laptop. with a loud clicky sound, you pressed send on your very last email. you were finally done for the day.

"alright." you said upon closing your laptop after making sure it had shut down. in a swift motion, you leaned toward your boyfriend, who still had his head resting upon his crossed arms, and pressed your lips against his.

as you inched away from his face, his eyes flew open the same way an old school disney princess's would. jisung made a show out of being kissed, as if it were the first time. he gingerly touched his lips with the tips of his fingers, looking at you through his eyelashes.

"feeling better?" you asked him before getting up and walking toward the kitchen.

"very much so. thank you, for saving me." he replied, smiling his heart shaped smile. he followed you to the kitchen, his footsteps light.

jisung was the whiniest man you ever came across and you would never grow tired of this side of him.

taglist. @aeinzzzketchup @hyunverse @seungspolaroid @starlostseungmin — let me know if you would like to be added / removed.

© myjisung. please do not copy, translate, repost or claim my work as your own.

[moonstruckme]

Hi 💜

I sent a request a while ago about Spencer x reader academic stress. It was absolutely perfect. Thank you so much 💗

I just read the james one about reader skipping meals (it was so sweet and lovely) and I tend to do that myself sometimes not eating anything between dinner one day to the next simply because i got busy with classes and forgot until i get a migrane or get a bit dizzy. So, I was wondering if you could do a similar prompt with Spencer and reader being busy all day with work or classes or whatever and simply forgetting to eat until a migrane / dizzy spell occurs and he finds out.

I just feel like he'd be so kind and give facts about importance of not skipping meals for brain function, while coddling, feeding and spoiling reader, maybe cooking or handfeeding too I don't know whatever works for you. Thank you 💕🌸

Sorry if i wrote too much😅

Thank you for requesting lovely (and no sorries necessary) <3

cw: mention of skipping meals, dizziness/nausea

Spencer Reid x bau!reader ♡ 1.2k words

Spencer finds you sitting down in the stairwell. You recognize him by the sound of his footsteps, lighter than Morgan’s but less clicky than JJ’s heels. Neither of you typically use the stairs, so you can only imagine that he’s come looking for you. 

“Hi,” you say to let him know you’re alive inside the tiny cavern you’ve made of your own body. You’re bent over to rest your forehead on your knees, one hand on each of your temples as you breathe slowly to steady yourself. Overall, it’s a pretty dramatic pose. And you’re definitely getting the butt of your slacks dirty on these stairs. 

Spencer’s footsteps pass you, and for half a second you think he really is just using the stairs. He stops a few steps below you. You can feel him scrutinizing the top of your head. 

“Are you okay?” he asks in that soft, careful voice of his. “You just disappeared.” 

You had sort of fled the scene. You still feel too new to the team to feel fully comfortable, and with Strauss here for the case everyone is on their best behavior, so when you’d all been walking in the hallway and a dizzy spell had nearly collapsed you into the wall, you’d dropped back from the group and stepped into the first door you saw rather than risk bringing attention to yourself. 

“I’m fine,” you say through an exhale, lifting your head from your knees. “Sorry, I just got dizzy and didn’t want to cause problems.” 

Spencer’s eyebrows bunch. He lowers into a crouch in front of you, looking up into your face. “Dizzy—do you know what caused it? Is this something that happens often?” He bypasses your rudeness in abandoning the team immediately, and the questions come almost too fast for your addled brain to keep up with. You think you need protein. Or carbs, or something. 

“Yeah—I mean no, it doesn’t happen all the time,” you say. “I just forgot to eat lunch.” 

The notch between Spencer’s brows digs in and he brushes a piece of hair behind his ear. “What happened?” 

You shrug, embarrassed. “I packed a lunch so I wouldn’t have to take a break, and then I just forgot about it. I’ve been…” you glance up at Spencer, but his eyes are too safe and open to even contemplate deceiving. “I haven’t been keeping up with my work like I should. I didn’t want to take a break, and I didn’t even remember my lunch until now.” 

“It’s on your desk?” he asks. 

You blink. “My work?”

“Your lunch.” 

“Yeah,” you say. It comes out curved like a question. 

“Okay.” He straightens, lithe limbs extending until you’re craning your neck to look up at him. “Wait here.” 

You turn, starting to protest, but Spencer sets a pacifying hand on your head as he passes. Objections acknowledged, but ignored. Following him is out of the question; just pivoting sitting down had sent your head swimming again. 

The door bangs shut after him, and a minute later he returns with your sad paper bag and a bottle of gatorade. 

“I saw you have water in here,” he says, sitting back in his place a couple steps below you, “but I thought electrolytes might help more.” He twists the cap off and hands it to you. Rather than passing you your lunch bag, he sets it in his own lap to dig through the contents. “You want your sandwich first?” 

You lower the gatorade from your mouth, wiping self-consciously under your lower lip. “Yes, please,” you say, and Spencer hands it to you. You set the gatorade down beside you. “Do we keep these in the fridge?” 

“Morgan does.” You must look as horrified as you feel, because Spencer goes on quickly, “He won’t even notice it’s gone. He likes the blue ones the least anyway.” 

You nod hesitantly, raising the bottle to your lips for another sip. “I’ll get him a replacement in case.” 

His smile is understanding, and you’re reminded that before you, Spencer was the youngest on the team. You imagine he knows how it feels to be constantly wary of getting on someone’s bad side. 

“You really don’t have to,” he says anyway. 

You take a bite of your sandwich, shrugging. “Thanks a lot for this, but you don’t have to stay here with me. Won’t we get in some kind of trouble?” 

“I think we’ll be okay here for a little while,” Spencer says. “Actually, I don’t think most people on the team even know where this door goes. None of us ever use the stairs. And they might not have noticed we’re gone yet.” 

You give him a deadpan look. “They’ll notice you’re gone.” 

He shrugs. It’s not a denial. “I don’t mind waiting with you.” 

It means more to you than it reasonably should. “Thanks,” you say quietly, and take another bite of your sandwich as an excuse to look away. 

You haven’t even polished it off yet, and Spencer’s already dipping into your bag for more. He takes the cap of a container of grapes. 

“Here, have some of these.” He holds it out, and you shove the last bite of sandwich into your mouth to take it from him. “You probably need some vitamin C,” he muses. His eyes fall to the nearly full bottle at your side. “Don’t forget to drink.” 

You almost grin, covering your full mouth with a hand as you speak. “I can’t actually do all this at once.” 

“Oh, sorry.” He looks abashed. “Take your time.” You do, swallowing before lowering your hand to give him a small smile. It’s returned. “You know, skipping meals is actually pretty dangerous.” 

Your smile fades, but Spencer holds your gaze. His eyes are gentle. 

“I know you just forgot, but low blood sugar impedes brain function. We need to be able to think clearly and quickly to do our job. So, being nourished is really important to that.” 

You nod, chastised. He taps the container of grapes, and you pop one into your mouth. 

“Are you going to tell Hotch?” you ask him quietly. 

Spencer blinks, brows twitching together. “No,” he says. “It’s not really that big of a deal, and anyway I think Hotch would just tell you the same thing. I just think it’s important for you to know.” 

You rub your lips together, bobbing your head again. “Okay, thanks.” You look at him seriously, dropping your voice into a terrible imitation of Hotch’s deep timbre. “I won’t let it happen again.” 

Spencer grins, surprised by you, and you mirror him. You’re a bit surprised by yourself too. 

“Are you feeling any better?” he asks. 

You nod automatically, not taking even the barest inventory yourself to see whether that might be true, but Spencer can obviously tell. His brown eyes search yours, scientifically probing, like they might tell him something you won’t. You’re well aware that Spencer’s a certifiable genius, and yet you’re still learning not to underestimate him. 

“We can probably go back now,” you tell him. 

His stare holds yours a minute longer. You feel pleasurably crushed under the weight of his attention. 

After a few seconds, Spencer’s expression settles into decision. “Let’s sit here for a minute,” he says. “You should finish your food. You’re owed a lunch hour anyway, no one’s ever stipulated when or where you have to take it.” 

You crack a smile. “What about you?” 

“I’m staying with you,” he says matter-of-factly. Like it’s the only option even worth considering. “I don’t want to leave you here by yourself, and it’s probably best if I take the gatorade bottle back up with us. If Morgan sees, it’ll be easier for me to take credit if I’m holding it.”

[writingsfromspace]

This refers to writing posted on tumblr!

"None of the above" here means "I'd rather not get a comment at all than any of the options listed"

Reblog for sample size please I am but a little writeblr

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

hey can you share how your bullet journaling is going? i have wanted to get into it as well, it looks so pretty and handy and i feel like it might help with my adhd but it also seems like so much work and not sth that will work well with my adhd so just wanted to see if it actually helps or not

Sure!

So I'm about eight days in. I decided to keep it mega simple - I followed the instructions here as far as the daily log, and then it started talking about a bunch of other stuff people do with theirs and I got immediately overwhelmed and consumed with the urge to fling the journal into the sea, so I bravely and heroically scrolled back up and stuck to just index - future log - monthly log - daily log.

In any case, I started it because I was very lost in my Field Time phase, and I reached a point where my line manager sent me a message saying 'I am asking this as a friend. Are you ok? You seem incredibly overwhelmed.' which I wasn't, exactly, but the point when you're receiving those messages is the point when you probably need to try something even if it doesn't work, so I thought fuck it. As I say, I'm only eight days in, so time will tell if it's a sustainable endeavour. But as a tool to get me out of Field Time, it's been fantastic.

I haven't bothered using it on a weekend yet; so far, it's been a work thing (although I've started adding social events too). But I've felt my productivity and achievement levels go up massively since using it, and more importantly I feel a lot more in control. I think that was ultimately the biggest issue I was having - I felt out of control, and helpless. There's still stuff I'm finding and going 'Shit, yeah, I put that off, didn't I?', but that's okay - they go in the journal when I find them, and I incorporate them. I'm more functional again.

Ticking things off is a nice brain clicky, too.

I think it's worth a try, for what it's worth. All it costs is one notebook. If it doesn't work, ah well. If it does, great! And even if it just works for a bit - still great. And now you know what you can do next time you're in Field Time.

[slut4fangs]

needy

no thoughts besides steve harrington wearing those big 80s glasses

warnings: 18+, smutty smut, rimming (both ways), lots of ass play, steve and reader are both switches, breeding, talk of babytrapping, steve is needy and so is reader, not edited or spellchecked lol

i’m going to be 100% real with you guys, this one is nasty because i’m inconsolably horny and lovesick and you’ll probably end up getting a kink you didn’t know you had through this blurb/fic. you’re welcome xoxo love you have safe sex and don’t fuck or date anyone who doesn’t live up to the steve harrington/eddie munson boyfriend standards

“what’re you lookin at,” steve has a pen in his mouth, concentrating on the crossword laid out on the table in front of him. the two of you had been drinking coffee late into the afternoon. lazy saturdays were quickly becoming your favorite activity with him, whether it be filling out the crosswords, you reading a novel, watching cartoons. quality time and simple days like this one was more fulfilling than date nights, date nights were on fridays, the next day you always woke up in his apartment excited to make each other breakfast. steve liked strong coffee, which you’ve gotten used to and now have a taste for. but the glasses, you never got used to those, something about seeing stevie in glasses had you feeling feral and ready to jump his bones. like wild hysterical cuteness aggression had invaded your thoughts, you had to fight off the urge to rock his world every time you saw him wear them on your lazy days.

“nothin’, ” you turn your eyes back to your current novel, rereading the page you had already finished because you were so distracted you forgot what happened on said page.

a small smile played on his mouth, a knowing smile, he was more than aware of the effect the glasses had on you. the man was in gray sweatpants and shirtless for christ’s sake he knew he was torturing you. “come on, i know something’s on that mind of yours. what is it?” steve put his clicky pen behind his ear and gave you this cute quizzical look.

“you,” you pointed at him accusingly.

“be careful who you’re pointing fingers at, miss. what did i ever do to you,” steve feigned innocence, he’d been trying to get you revved up since he’d woken you up with the smell of hash browns wafting through the apartment. he knew food and coffee were sure fire ways to get your grouchy butt up before 10 am. when you’d stumbled out of bed with a blanket wrapped around your head, shielding yourself from the dreaded sunlight that flitted through all of the open blinds. steve was a natural early riser, but you? yeah, not so much. steve was holding a spatula in one hand and a pan in the other, “breakfast is served, sleepyhead,” he looked so tan and cute you had to hold yourself back from every dirty thought that filtered through your head.

“whatever, you’ve been slutting yourself around the house all morning. who do you think you are??”

steve chuckled at how silly you sounded when you were frustrated, “god, you’re adorable when you’re mad come here.”

you roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest, a defiant action on your part. you wanted to get under his skin as much as he got under yours, he’s not the only one who can tease.

“ok fine, be like that,” steve stormed over to the counter, refilling his mug for the third time today with a slight pout on his pretty face.

payback time

you get up and follow him until your behind him locking your hands around his lower stomach and pulling him towards you. “be like what exactly, stevie?” you kissed his back and rested your head there and hummed, “i’m not doing anything wrong, am i,” you let your hands roam to the front of his sweats and find he’s already hard for you. he lets out a faint gasp when you palm him through the soft material.

“i- i what are you talking about,” steve stuttered and blushed, thankful that you couldn’t chastise him for the face he was making.

“you forgot what you said to me already, that figures, your brain is mush when i touch you, huh? aw you’re so cute when you’re flustered,” you use your tip toes to get a glance at steve’s flushed face. he rolls his eyes at you and you giggle in return.

steve let’s put a strangled breath, “p-please touch me, baby i’ll die if you don’t.”

“you’re so dramatic, i am touching you,” you ran your hands over his hips and grazed his cock lightly with your fingers over his sweats.

“no, baby, here, i need you here,” steve grabbed your hand and shoved them into his boxers. “i need you, fuck, i need you bad,” steve whimpered and humped your hand shamelessly and with need.

“now was that so hard to ask for, you didn’t have to tease me all morning to get me to touch you. you have to use your words, stevie.”

“i like teasing you, m’ sorry,” steve gripped the counter while you pumped his cock in your soft hand.

“you’re such a bad boy, humping my hand like you didn’t tease me on purpose all morning,” you release your grip on him and tell him to lay down for you on the bed. steve wastes no time and rushes to your shared bedroom. laying on his back, all ready for you to do whatever you wanted to him.

you lie on top of him and kiss him sloppily, his favorite. you’re both all tongues and moans, he grabs your ass with want, “take these off, wanna feel you,” steve says, he sounds so needy and desperate you decide he’s earned it. once you flung your panties to the side steve’s spitting on his fingers and toying with you.

“you’re being so good i guess you deserve this,” you moan into his mouth and kiss down his neck.

“mm now this,” steve tugs on your pajama shirt, “please?”

“since you’re being so polite,” you remove your shirt and squeal a little when steve pulls you close and smothers himself with your tits, licking and sucking and not wanting to let you go. “wow you really needed this, didn’t you?” steve nods his head and squishes your ass to his crotch. steve pushes his pants and boxers past his ass in desperation, “gotta feel you,” he groans when you grind down on him.

“feel better, stevie?”

“mm, yeah but it’s not enough,” steve flips you over so you’re under him now, undressing for you completely and sparing no time with diving between your legs. “you know what i want,” steve slaps your ass and flips you onto your stomach. a sort of muffled moan slips off your tongue when his mouth licks through your folds and to your asshole.

“you’re so dirty, baby,” your hands are gripping the sides of the pillow for dear life.

steve let’s out a dark chuckle at this, “but you love me for it, don’t you? who else could do this to you?”

“mm..only you,” you answer by holding the back of his head to you, he’s so dirty, moaning while rimming you.

“tight little thing, aren’t you,” he groans pinching your clit and continuing his assault on your poor ass that he’s gripping and smacking relentlessly.

you run your hands through his hair and pull on it, to which he moans, “dirty boy, aren’t you?”

“yeah baby, whatever you want me to be,” steve leaves a deep hickey on your ass cheek and bites down a little before letting up to give you a break.

“fuck me,” you beg him and you’re completely aware of how crazy it makes him, whining because you need him so bad.

“don’t have to tell me twice, look who’s the needy one now, huh?” steve has your chin tilted up at him, pushing two fingers in and out of you , “you want it bad? show me how bad you really want it.” you do the first thing that comes to mind, rubbing his cock with your foot. “oh my god, fuck,” steve moans, “fine, but taste yourself first,” he lets you suck the taste of yourself off of his fingers.

“yum,” you lay back on your elbows to slightly prop yourself up. steve’s crushing his body weight on top of you and you fall back onto the covers with his hands all over you. “you’re groping me, stevie.”

“you like it,” he spits on your pussy before slamming himself into your cunt. there’s not an inch of space when the two of you are like this, you’re grabbing his ass and he’s crushing you with his weight, tongues and lips, kisses and scratches. steve wants more though, you can feel the question coming before he asks it, he always does this. “please,” it’s said as a question and you know what he means, you smirk knowing he needs you just as bad as you need him. when you don’t say anything he says please again but it’s more of a whine while he grabs your hand and places it on his ass.

you nod and steve’s climbing over you to reach into the bedside table for lube, “ok, i’m ready,” and he fuck himself back into you. he’s fully laid out on top of you with his whole weight, grinding himself into you and holding your face while you kiss sloppily. you reach for his ass again, pushing him down onto you more and finding his hole, pushing a middle finger in and curling it slightly. steve whimpers, “more,” you add your pointer finger and ask him sweetly if that feels better and suddenly he’s a fucking mess on top of you. pathetically humping and grinding himself into you while you fingered his tight hole.

steve’s sucks on your neck, surely leaving a hickey in his wake and then licking over the spot, “are you a vampire, baby?”

steve’s so fucked out and sweaty he can barely concentrate on the words you’re saying so he just smiles and crashes his lips to yours with a feverish need. he’s fucking you into the mattress with reckless abandon, and when every part of you is soaked with his sweat he finally comes with a string of curses and kisses littered on your tits. “mm,” steve pulls out of you and stares at his come inside of you, pushing it back in with his fingers. “bout’ time i breed this pussy,”

you half gasp and half laugh at this, the condom completely skipped your mind. “stevie! why didn’t you remind me?”

“why remind you when i can babytrap you?” steve smirks and kisses your lips softly.

“oh my god! you can’t say that,” something about that gave you butterflies even though you know it shouldn’t.

“but my come looks so pretty in you,” steve laughs and you know he’s not joking but you laugh with him anyways.

“you’re a piece of work, you know that?”

“whatever you say, baby,” and gives you a wink that could make you forget just about anything.

later that night steve is tossing and turning and it’s obvious he’s not going to stop until you do something about it.

“knock it off, i’m tryin to sleep here,” you mutter into the pillow.

steve flips over so he’s facing you, wordlessly pulling you towards him so you’re chest to chest, his thigh wedged between your legs.

“what do you want stevie,” you say running your fingers through his fluffy hair.

“use me,” he answers and rocks your hips for you on his thigh. you grind yourself down on him and kiss his pouty lips. you do this for a little while until you’ve found a rhythm and then turn him over on his back. you sink yourself down on his hard cock and wonder if he’s been hard this whole time he’s been tossing and turning, you lazily grind on him until he comes in you for the second time tonight. you roll over next to him where he holds you and kisses your shoulder, “if i get hard again just put me outside, i’m sorry honey you just drive me crazy.”

if only he knew how crazy you were for him.

[mostlyghostie]

I’ve just had this 1979 stereo amp returned from the local repair cafe, fixed, cleaned and working after being in my dad’s loft (1999-2016) and then my basement after he died, following 20 years of use.

Specialist repair places had quoted me £250 for the repairs more than once, but the old bloke in the community centre repair cafe ended up charging just £8 to compensate for the parts, despite it taking him 10 hours to fix.

I’m so overjoyed to have it working (seamlessly with my modern turntable and speakers because analog things are the best), for it to have been from such a great community enterprise and because it sounds absolutely brilliant.

My previous memories of it were just being told not to play with the buttons, because they’re extremely satisfyingly clicky. The original turntable and tape decks died and the speakers were in poor shape, but I’m happy having this last bit working like new.