#everyday id switch too

[wellnesscard]

almost got lost in the forest skiing two nights ago I was like ummmmmmm Devon is it ok if I go in front bc I'm so afraid of the dark and it had become nightfall bc we got a lil lost while we were out there we ended up taking a snow bike trail all the way to the neighboring town by accident, but while heading up the back I'm like frantically trying to keep no more than five feet distance between us in case a [w****g0] tries to get me and I'm seeing and hearing the fairies but pretending I'm not just eyes forward head down bc that's how they getcha I'm like Stoooooppppp pine trees have been so goblinlike to me lately fr.......... whaddahell that's a person like. Ok demon.. ICU. but I went in front and we skied back to our town and I'm like thank God I brought the headlamps cos we were only supposed to be out there an hour or so but we were prepared to be out there til morning once it hit 6pm and we were still lost thankfully it was a warm night and we stayed hot because of moving around I'm like yeah I could realistically be out here all night without it being a big deal. but essentially what I came here to say was my phone fell outta my pocket while going down this very long steep and narrow downhill trail section where I stacked it about twelve times so I actually missed this whole job opportunity thing bc I couldn't fill out the forms without my phone bc I couldn't get on my email or set up my new secondhand laptop without it either so that sucked and I got really depressed about it and being an epic fail but it's minor and Devon bought my mopey ass some sushi and an orchid and instead of languishing for the next three or four days like I am prone I woke up at 7:30 and went to the Verizon store waited my two hours picking split ends and staring at their fireplace and got the replacement phone so I can be a functioning and wage-earning person and not have to kill myself for being so disappointing and I did this all in record time I replaced the phone two days after I lost it last time I had to replace my phone I waited like six months using an essentially nonoperational thing even tho I'm still on my parents plan and was due for an upgrade anyways and they kept telling me to replace it bc I already lost a job bc they could never contact me and I'm like hey guys. Soon. Anyways I have adhd I'm learning so much every day. the skiing was really fun though I just got really scared when I realized we were lost in the woods after dark but even that fear reaction is so much less panicked than a few years ago it's like I don't need to scream and throw things anymore (usually lol) I just get overwhelmed and need to sit down for a minute. Plus my blood sugar was crashing really hard and the reality that we still had to ski at least three miles was a heavy truth at the time.

[gifti3]

its been a long time since i found a game that had me excited for whats to come

this is a me thing that im talking about below... usually when i play games, its mainly about it preoccupying my brian with tasks and goals. this is why i gravitate towards sim and management games! to me thats whats enjoyable

i feel like its rare that i just play something just cause its fun to me if that makes sense. and i think infinity nikki is managing to do that like im not progressing through the story super quickly and kind of just letting myself explore, dress up and take pictures at my own pace and im really hoping it stays like this for me for a long time

[lieblogger]

I FUCKING HATE CULINARY

[casinocarpediem]

▪︎■☆ молоко 🥛 ☆■▪︎

(Translation: Milk)

Part 1, Part 2

☆ 🔞!!NOT SAFE FOR WORK!!🔞

☆ amab! Switch! Francis Mosses / gn! Switch! Reader

☆ Reader can have either amab genitalia or a strap

☆ soft sex

☆ implied Russian speaking Francis

☆ short

☆ a little bit of a twist in the end

☆ author has played Not My Neighbor

°○☆nsfw under the cut☆○°

Francis was usually a laid back person who had a hard time showing any physical reactions to his feelings (not out of being stoic, usually he's just a little too tired to smile when he's happy or scream when he's scared). He wasn't one to smile all the time, but he showed his affection through other means. Like walking behind your back and kissing the nape of your neck and whispering "Золотце" (darling) behind your ear.

Or offering you some of his milk from work that his job wasn't able to sell so that you both could make something together or eat cereal together. There are a lot of doppelgangers everyday, everywhere, so he really cares about you. Even when he's usually too tired to express it with his face, he'll do so with his actions.

D.D.D. Is a pretty strict, so you and him made it an effort to always do everything required. If he forgot his hat at home he'd have a spare at work. You'd both work on your entry requests and always keep your ID's with you and to try to make an effort to always add your names on the list. Even if there would be an emergency at work. Just some extra measures to ease his anxiousness. And yours.

Other than that, being with him is always sweet. Like a warm mug of milk on a cold day. Steaming and keeping you warm.

Not to mentioned the sex with him. God. There's something about him and sex that makes you glad he's yours and yours alone.

His fingers are long. Not that thick, but he knew how to use them. Keenly observing your reactions within each prod as his digits brushed against a bundle of nerves that has you clutching his neck tight and holding him closer to you as he whispers "Куколка (dolly)... mmm... look at you"

He's not as verbal but he certainly has a smile on his face when he pleasures you and gives you what you want. Stroking and rubbing st your junk, it's wet. Thanks to him latching his mouth on the organ so that you could cum a couple times beforehand. He just wants to make you happy not gonna lie.

Oh, but sometimes he'll end up being a little too tired from work and not have the stamina to move at all. Not to worry! He'll be your pillow princess for the night. He loves those nights. You'll kiss his forehead softly whilst you thrust inside of him. A slow, passionate pace. You're slowly rearranging his guts while he holds the sheets so tight you'll fear they might rip in the morning.

He's a hummer. He'll hum and murmur stupid when he's fucking you. Or when you're fucking him. Phrases like "mmm... oh... З-Золотце... mmmmnnn..."

He can't help it! Even if he tried. He got shy about it actually but when you do engaged in sex more he felt like comfortable doing it. Honestly it's adorable.

Especially when he's giving oral. He's humming and drunk on the taste of you and he's always humming and moaning softly as you use him, and it feels so good. The added stimulation is so goddamn heavenly. And he's always good. He'd never tease and he never uses his teeth. He doesn't mind though if you do it. He's flexible with your desires. As long as if it isn't extreme or legitimately disgusting.

You love him so much and he loves you too and the entire building definitely knows.

...

So when he comes home with an odd demeanor. As if he's forgotten everything you two shared previously, as if hes a totally different person, you'll only have yourself to save before it's too late.

.

[lustlovehart]

scara has been the boy of the month for so long now i am just so desperate for sfw scara content id kill for any crumbs

A/n: Wasnt sure if you meant Wanderer or Scaramouche, so I sorta assumed you meant Scaramouche.

Summary: The ballader has quite the habit, and you're curious as to how deep into it he is, so you take it upon yourself to find out.

Warnings: I don’t think there’s anything?

Scaramouche has always had this odd habit of... Staring at you. At the begining you found it quite odd, but as time went on you didn't seem to be bothered too much by it, in fact, it'd be unnerving if he wasn't staring at you for once.

When you're not around for him to look at, his eyes will always fall on to something that reminds him of you, whether it be a book you had an acute interest in, or a mess you had left in his room because you had went out in a hurry. To him, if you're not there by his side, perhaps the next big thing is to cling onto whatever remnants you had left behind for him.

Whenever you walked through the streets of Snezhnaya, you ears can't help but pick up on his subordinates whispers, the cold wind carrying them through to you.

"Are you sure Lord Scaramouche and [Name] aren’t... You know... Seeing eachother...?"

"Whenever they're together, his eyes never leave them! It's like his pupils are physically attached to them!"

"The Lord even has a picture of [Name] in his pocket, though it changes everyday… I can't tell if he switches the photo out or if he just has multiple photos of them on hand..."

“Lord Scaramouche will surely kill us if he hears what we’re saying of him! Quiet down!”

Their discussions make you pause, you’re sure most of them are just exaggerations, but nonetheless you continue with your day, it's not like you could confirm or deny these accusations, considering you yourself dont even know that status between you two.

Though, you are quite curious as to what these photos he has of you are... Perhaps you can find out, a rare harbinger meeting had been issued as of today, so maybe now is your chance.

Your shoes click against his office, the cold from outside still being felt but not too much.

Your fingers slide open the drawer of Scaras desk, while not too neat, it’s not horrendous either. Your eyes immediately catch on to a little picture book, one he had always held on to but has never let you seen through, well almost always, he never trusted bringing any valuables to meetings, lest they be discreetly taken from him by a certain banker.

When opened it seemed to be photos of you, and some trinkets and hobbies you had mentioned to him about enjoying. Coincidentally enough, they were all photos you took awhile back with a kamera you had in possession before it had broken down. Each photo has a tiny date written in the corner, as well as a little descriptions of the events that had happened.

“[Name] and me walking through Snezhnya”

“[Name] looking at flowers”

“A butterfly [Name] took a picture of, it reminds me of them”

They all weren’t too descriptive, but they warmed your heart to see anyway. Your fingers flipped one more time before you were greeted by a photo you didn’t take yourself.

“Everything I want to give [Name]”

In the photo, several items you had expressed a liking towards were in frame, some expensive and others cheaper. This time, the description had been on the back of the film, neat handwriting engraved into the back.

“If I look at them long enough, they’ll be engraved into my memory, and I won’t have to be left with nothing again.”

You’re not too sure on what he meant by it, sometimes he seems to say something cryptic to you and then never explain it ever after that.

The more you think about it, that seemed too short to be something of his that he wrote. You put the photo book back into the drawer, moving your hand to open the next one before the door swings open at an immaculate speed.

“What do you think you’re doing [Name]”

“Uhm… Waiting, for you…?” The expression his face shifts into obviously tells you he doesn’t believe it, but all he can really do is walk towards you and grab your wrist, swiftly pulling you away from his desk. “Where are we going Kuni?” The both of you quickly dash out the door, a loud thud echoing through the halls with how hard the man closed it.

“We’re getting dinner of course, having to meet with those bastards has given me a headache.”

“I don’t have money on me right now…”

“What? I’m paying for you obviously, now hurry up.”

He doesn’t need to tell you about how he knew you were looking at his belongings of you, he just thinks of how lucky he made it before you could find the drawers, filled to the brim with letters he wants to give you, all of them in which, if someone else had laid eyes upon them, would have no doubt every single page is a love letter.

You don’t need to know how weak for you he truly is, and he’d like to keep it that way.

“So, do you really keep photos of me with you all the time-“

“Stop speaking.”

———-

Scara who is super in love with reader but never wants them to know that>>

[vinjinssunglasses]

Haii i saw the commotion over the white haired shark guy :D can you write some hcs about him? I have a feeling he is very stotic and loyal on the outside but type to gush out in secret or on the inside when liking someone...plans dates in their heads and everything but won't say anything of it when meeting..do you get the ✨️V I S I O N✨️?

But ofc id LOVEEEE to see your interpretation!

Thank uuu!🤍

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♯┆character shark guy x reader ♯┆summary: his feelings for you are too much, and it’s painfully biting at him piece by piece. ♯┆w/c 1.5k ♯┆genre hurt/no comfort, angst, unrequited love, fluff (?) ♯┆a/n tysm for requesting!! got to work as soon as i saw it!! also the first person to write ab him!! ^o^ made at 3am..

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You enter his aquarium, shutting the door behind you gently. Each step you take keeps you on your toes for a reason you cannot describe, as you let your eyes rest on the sharks and tiny fishes swim in the confinements of this private aquarium. They look so emotionless, deprived of the freedom they once had.

He was staring at his reflection in the transparent glass, his tongue flicking over his metal, sharp teeth as he weighed his own beauty. No doubt he felt incomplete, as if something missing from himself. Running his fingers through his straight, angelic strands, he didn’t take his eyes off of himself for a second. In a fit of rage, he banged his fist against the mirror, dissatisfied from what it was portraying. No, he didn’t want to be what he was at all. No, he wasn’t satisfied being in this body nor was he happy being the one in front of his transparent glass. He opened his mouth wide, inspecting his shark-like teeth once more. Remembering what happened to him made him wince, the pain aching through his body like it did at that day.

A familiar call of his name brings him back to reality as he turns his painstaking gaze to your own more mundane one which showed a hint of concern for him. The white haired man immediately closed his mouth, covering it with his hand. Although it were the worst timing, he didn’t attempt to hide a soft smirk at your presence underneath his hands protection.

“James Lee.” Those two words echoed throughout the wide area, and even the fishes paused their natural instinct to swim and interact, the air becoming still. Perhaps he was slightly betrayed that you didn’t dare ask about his own mental distress, or just glad that you were here in the first place. He missed your voice, even though it was dull and held such authority, and your face he wished he could just pathetically make out with. James Lee is an individual he has been waiting for, put in simple terms. And he’d hate to see that cursed name passing your sweet lips.

“It’s all under control.” He spoke solemnly, matching your professional demeanour despite his racing thoughts. You looked so pretty in those straight leg trousers, and that shirt which sat so flattering upon your body. He wished you’d look at him, even once, in a way that didn’t meant business in this gang. Is that so selfish to ask for?

Your gaze switched to the dark tiles, yet you sighed before saying anything else.

“Perfect. Things are going as planned, I presume?”

“One more time?” He asks, but knew damn well he heard you well enough the first time. Just one little snippet of your voice that’ll keep him awake all night, one more.

“Things are going as planned?” You repeated and he nodded like a wet puppy. Finished with this conversation, you turned around, getting ready to leave. Everyday the damn same, if only he’d try something different—!

As you walked off, he desperately reached out his hand towards your body, the sharks rushing through the water at impressive speeds, yet their pace slows down frantically as he misses, and your able to walk away before his hand even comes close to you. Falling to his knees, he felt so pathetic. It’s always the same with him and these stupid emotions he can never seem to regulats. No, he didn’t want to be what he was at all. No, he wasn’t satisfied being in this body. If he were somebody else, would he have been the once to break this depressing cycle? I want you to tell me. Can he break this somber sequence of events if he could let go of these chains of obsessive love?

Times up — the answer is no. In this world, in this universe he’ll stay the being he hated most. One that never changed what they disliked, one that had no courage to do anything they pleased. Is this why he was stuck at second in command? His hands travel up to his locks, squeezing them tightly and messing their order up, each hair flinging to the sides as he tilted his head to to the dull ceiling, a harsh reminder of himself.

My world, won’t you be here for me? Am I really what I think I am? Am I really what I think I am? Am I really what I think I am?

Anything to cope. Would you let me take you out on dates where I can hold you, place kisses on your cheeks and make you laugh like they do on television? He shakily lifted himself up, watching the door that you just left from. Each step felt like a new type of torment, and he rested his head upon the door, his hands gripping and loosening on the doorknob. Before he knew it, tears were running down his face, eyes reddening as his breathes began to become hasty.

Again, he weeps, for hours at a time.

The next day, he’s sat opposite you in a semi-important meeting. As third in command, you strive to be like your leader and do not wish for distractions. But you can’t help but feel, not disturbed, yet intrigued at the white haired man a rank above you who cannot take his eyes off of you. Ever so often, his gaze lingers upon your fingers, travelling to your hands which scribble notes upon the paper. As soon as you lift your eyes, he quickly begins to pay attention, click his pen and start writing. What they all have in common is that it shows he’s ashamed to be staring at you. Was there something on your face?

You pulled up your glasses, tapping your foot as they ramble on. Is this a problem, or something that’ll walk out of your life soon? It’s crazy to think anybody could have a crush on you, as you’ve been known to have a bad temperament and a bossy attitude that keeps people within a five meter radius of you. Then why does he come in between the lines yet keep it of them at the same time? — staring from a distance, lips parting when he notices you and the sort.

After the meeting, he walks towards his office, and that esteemed aquarium he holds to value so much. Humming along the way, he keeps his chin up and his stride confident — and that is until he finds you’re tagging along. His demeanour suddenly changes from his dual authoritative one to his cute, scaredy cat look. A hint of pink lingers upon his pale cheeks, as his lips seal shut.

“I was wondering..” You started, studying his flustered reaction. “If I can skim over your notes. Just in case I missed something, second in command.”

His lips part and tremble as he begins to talk, stiffening his shoulders to appear more collected and relaxed (yet it backfires).

“Of course.” He hands his notebook over, and you open at the bookmark. His eyes lock on how you spread the pages, lift the bookmark and swipe over pages. Suddenly the new lights that have been installed, the floor and his shoes seem so interesting, as he tries to invest his attention elsewhere from your hands and face. Subtly, you’d lift your eyes from reading his neat handwriting to his panicky expression, softly smirking.

“Thanks, I’ll be sure to write it down.” You softly spoke, a contrast to what people really think of you. Before he’s even able to get a word out, you walk away, and he can only watch the hypnotic sway of your hips. He wanted nobody to see this embarrassing interaction, therefore he instantly opened and shut the door behind him, covering his face with shame.

This was the first time he couldn’t hold himself from wearing his heart on his sleeves, and he wished that you didn’t notice his humiliating display. One thing he didn’t want to admit is that’s he always try and look his best in front of you, caring about what you thought most., even though you’d never notice him anyway Looking down at the notebook before him, he could only reminisce on your gentle touch on the pages, only resulting in his heart fluttering more. Only if you could gently swerve your fingers in between his, interlocking them with such tenderness. Only if you place a delicate kiss upon his lips, so he can reciprocate with all the feelings that have been building up for years.

Lilies represent the purity and innocence of new beginnings. Like everything in this world, they possess a deeper nature that represent their delicacy and fleeting beauty evoke unspoken sorrow and heartbreak beyond repair. A unsettling, unavoidable reminder that love is double sided — both sacred, precious and eternal and hateful, selfish and bittersweet. They embody the fragile balance of sweet and bitter emotions, and they choose upon their own will what you will recieve.

Love is like a dice. Unpredictable. Life-changing.

How come he keeps getting a one? Only able to move one space on a board game, while you keep receiving sixes, able to move on as you please. It is only him whom is stuck in the constant state of pathetic mess and corruptive emotion.

[blu3-ja3]

Chapter 4: Blood Rush

Chapter 1

Chapter 5

Simon Riley has always run from his problems, he has since he was a child. It's the main reason he joined the military so young, to run from his family, their expectations, and the constant demands. And now he's running from his feelings towards John MacTavish. It's a little difficult to do when you're living with the man but Simon is good about avoiding people.

He knows Johnny has been trying to talk to him, trying to catch him. But Simon has done this his whole life... It's been about a week of Simon waking up before the sun and darting out of the building and into the busy streets near Piccadilly Square, he's found a little garden tucked away in a hidden spot to spend most of his time before he has to go to work.

Everyone has picked up on the odd tension coming from Johnny, the man's usually so chipper and happy. But the sadness turned to anger, quick clipped words and rude responses. Finally O'Connor stepped in, found Simon one morning before he disappeared before work.

"Whatever is going on between you two lads, you better fix it soon before Tavish flips his can on a customer." Simon just nods before heading out. He never did... So O'Connor forced him too. Simon and Johnny shared a shift in the nightclub and took a break at the same time.

Usually Johnny works the upstairs bar and Gary downstairs, on occasion the two will switch but it's never written onto the schedule. No this was O'Connors doing and so was Simon's and Johnny's breaks being at the same time.

Simon immediately began to formulate a plan on how the hell to get out of dodge before Johnny came to hunt him down. Usually Graves or Alex works the door outside but all Simon has to do is ask if they'd like to switch for the night. Alex was working at the door tonight and he was more than happy to switch with Simon.

Simon didn't even enter the building again, just clocked in and walked to the neon lit doorway and began to work. That is until it started to rain and O'Connor pulled him inside to check IDs.

He could feel the heat of Johnny's eyes on him, it felt like he was standing too close to a fire. That almost blistering heat that's right at the cusp of hurting but still pleasant. It made Simon both nervous and excited at the same time.

Simon was silently counting down the minutes before he could slip away into some random shadow and disappear. Simon got distracted in his work for a bit but he knew he still had thirty minutes before he could disappear and continue avoiding Johnny.

"Simon"

"Johnny" Simon turned to his right to see Johnny full uniform with no pocket square.

"Let's go we're on break." Simon could hear the bite of anger in his tone. He doesn't know why but it makes his heart race, it fluttered in his chest like a bird in a cage. But it also made his palms sweat and his back tense, winding tighter with anxiety.

"I've still got 30 Johnny, sorry" Simon shrugged his shoulders as he stayed where he was. He could see from the corner of his eye Johnny balling his fist next to him.

"No you don't... Let's. Go." Simon resigned himself to a very awkward conversation as he followed MacTavish further into the building. As they pass the bar O'Connor gives Simon a look of 'I told you'. Simon follows Johnny up to their apartment. As soon as the door closes the shorter man spins around glaring at Simon.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Johnny pins Simon in place with his glare, face contoured in anger and hurt. A part of Simon wanted desperately to rid his face of the hurt.

"I'm sorry, what?" Simon has a few problems at the moment and all of them stem from the crush he has on the man before him.

"You! I have been trying to talk to you, tell you I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable. But instead you disappeared everyday for a week!" Johnny is gesturing wildly as he steps away, pacing in the little entryway.

"Why are you sorry?" Johnny stops and whirls towards Simon as though he'd just asked the dumbest question.

"Because I misread everything, I thought you were interested in me. Clearly you're not and I'm sorry for making a move. But instead of talking like adults you keep running off and disappearing!" The anger is slipping further away and all that's left is hurt and now sadness on Johnny's face. Everything in Simon screams for him to fix it, he doesn't know how but he has to somehow.

"You haven't misread anything." Simon's mouth moved before his brain could process what just tumbled out.

"What?" Johnny looked even more hurt and confused, Simon decides he was done running just this once and he'd actually face this. Uncomfortable emotions and all.

"You didn't misread anything, I am attracted to you... More than anyone I've ever met. It scares me... I'm not good Johnny, with emotions or people or in general take your pick." Simon looks away from Johnny, anywhere but Johnny.

"So I ran, like I've always done because I'm not just attracted to you and that scares me. I like you Johnny... Fuck" Simon whispers the last word as he processes what just came out of his mouth.

"You're an absolute numpty Simon." Simon finally meets those ocean blue eyes and he can't help the little gasp that escapes his lips. Johnny steps towards Simon, getting as close as he did the night Johnny was drunk. Simon feels hand on his cheeks, cupping around the facemask he's still wearing.

"You still owe me a birthday present Si." There's a softness on Johnny's face, like he's giving Simon a chance to run again as Johnny begins slowly removing Simon's mask.

But Simon doesn't run this time, instead he places his hands on Johnny's hips gently pulling him forwards. Simon dips his head down slightly before pausing, his lips hovering just over Johnny's.

"Can I kiss you?" Simon just barely whispers, eyes meets Johnny's.

Johnny surges upwards and their lips meet. It's tender and soft, their lips slotting together perfectly. Sparks danced behind Simon's eyes as they closed and he leans more into the kiss. Simon shifts both of them, pinning Johnny to the wall. Simon nips at Johnny's bottom lip, causing him to gasp.

Not one to miss such a wonderful opportunity Simon tentatively slips his tongue across Johnny's lips. The man is very quick to part his own lips and letting his tongue peak out. The two explore, soft and slow together. Mapping out as much as they can before their lungs burn and they pull away from each other only slightly. Both gasping softly staring at each other.

Simon tries desperately to etch the image before him permanently into his mind. Johnny's pupils are blown wide, pink dusting his cheeks and creeping further. His lips are slightly swollen and pink as he's panting softly.

"Bloody Hell..."

[butchdykenormallen]

so, new spotify update.

(pt : so, new spotify update.)

[id 1/ a screenshot of spotify on a grey background. text reads, in bold, "There's a monthly limit on lyrics". text under in grey reads, "Every time you tap "Show lyrics", it will count towards your limit. To get full access to lyrics, switch to Spotify Premium." A button in green reads, "Show lyrics", and under it, another button reads "Dismiss." /end id]

[id 2/ a screenshot of spotify on a slate grey background. Text reads above, "Lyrics preview". more text under, in bold, reads, "I've earned myself a reputation / That my bark is much worse than my bite / But I keep snapping at Goliath's hands / With all of my tiny might / There are no stones at my disposal". at the last line, it fades, and a box reads, "You've hit your lyrics limit for this month." a button under in white reads, "Learn more." /end id]

(screenshots courtesy of @thatweirdqueer , my boyfriend <3)

my boyfriend came across this message after clicking show lyrics once. they're forcing a limit on looking up lyrics to a song in their own app, and we need to talk about it.

at this point, spotify premium has been so forced onto us, that spotify is practically not even a free app. if you skip one too many songs, you have to listen to five or more ads. the dislike and like features they've implemented do nothing. everyday i boot up spotify, it flashes a larger than life ad with a button so small i can barely see it, just to dismiss myself. it tracks if you've bought premium to market these ads to you to guilt you into getting it back. you can't even download songs from it without premium. it's a barely functioning free app with everything locked behind a paywall.

if you want good lyrics for free, without having to pay a corporation for them, id recommend azlyrics, lyrictranslate, and searching the music artists channel. azlyrics doesn't have every song, which is a guaranteed, but its extremely easy to navigate, doesn't have many ads, and lays its lyrics out in a manner thats extremely easy to read. lyricstranslate has lyrics translated from many different languages, and can even translate songs into other languages on a whim. its run by people who can translate them, and is free to modify if you find a mistake. searching up the song on the artists channel (NOT the youtube owned topic) can help wield results as to what the lyrics are. one such example of this is femtanyl, who writes all of their lyrics in the descriptions of their videos.

adding onto this, if you'd like to download videos for free, whether it be mp4 or mp3, id recommend searching youtube to mp3 in an incognito tab! (id recommend this because some sites send you to rather sketchy websites sadly. they are efficient, you just have to ensure what you download is what you want. plus, it keeps it out of your search history if you share a browser with someone!) its easy, just copy the link of the video you want and paste it into the box. then, choose what file format you want it to be downloaded in, click convert, and now you have your own file downloaded for free. i've used this method for years now, and it hasn't failed me.

in conclusion, FUCK capitalism, DELETE spotify, and USE ALTERNATIVES.

-badger

[byizoyas]

Heya! I hope your having a good day/night!!

I saw your requests were open and I was hoping to request a fic with either alhaitham, childe or beidou with their workout! I’m just so in love with the three of them and if I ever saw them working out I think I’d pass out on the spot (//∇//)

Thank you so much and I hope this is an enjoyable request for you to write 💗💗💗

genshin impact ; requests

2023/byizoyas. — pls do not plagiarize or repost and claim as yours ! thank you very much

✘ sfw. you witness his workout sessions ✘ alhaitham x gn!reader

a/n. - at first i rlly wanted to write all three of them but in the end i was so invested in alhaitham’s i figured id just post that short drabble w only him. i also took some freedom with the end lol; hope it’ll suit you and sorry for the late writing<3 (also i don’t have the exact vocabulary for working out so I did my best and hope it’ll still be understandable ckwkdj)

you’ve been going at the gym for a while now. you were not the most regular person in this but you were trying real hard.

and at this point, you felt new every single time you stepped inside and saw them all greeting each other and training together while you, were all alone.

you only just understood how the treadmill was working after struggling for a while with all the buttons when you heard a friendly voice from behind you.

‘you’re back.’ he said calmly.

you turned around quite surprised that anyone would recognize you since you weren’t coming in here everyday and certainly not on the same time of the day.

‘um yeah’ you only said before realizing the man talking to you was one of the coaches in here.

alhaitham. his name was written on a small piece of paper sticked to his shirt that quite felt too tight for that muscular torso of his.

‘i saw you struggling with the machine and thought i could help you but it seems you got it now.’ he said, turning his back on you to go back to whatever business he probably had to deal with.

‘thanks ! i’ll ask for help directly next time.’ you added, waving goodbye despite him not going really far.

the room wasn’t the biggest so he was still in your eyesight. and as time passed you caught yourself looking in his direction several times.

he was indeed pretty attractive even when he was just standing nearby the door, organizing some files.

10pm the clock was displaying. the gym was closing around 11 pm but it was pretty rare to find people exercising that late at night.

perhaps he felt comfortable enough with so few people working out because he left the counter and put on his own headphones as he walked towards the rowing machine. and of course, it had to be right in front of you so you found it even harder to look away.

alhaitham was a professional, he probably trained everyday and was used to such basic exercises yet you, found it extremely fascinating how easy it was for him to drag the handle.

his arms muscles contracting now and then pretty quickly and the few sighs he subconsciously let out as he kept on pulling the handle towards him, working out both his legs and arms made the whole scene much more attractive.

you found it quite hard to focus on something else now but he quickly switched to another exercise, laying on the floor ready to do a few push ups.

one. two. three. you started to count them. he wasn’t fast but he was certainly feeling his own efforts as he gritted his teeth.

‘alhaitham. i’m leaving. you’re closing alone tonight. will it be okay ?’ someone asked; most likely his colleague that was already wearing casual clothes.

alhaitham got up, and took off his headphones. ‘sure. see you tomorrow.’ the man left and with that he took a glance at the clock and then at you.

he chuckled while walking towards you and only at the moment he stood in front of you, did you realize how you were the only one left in here. ���staying pretty late tonight do you ?’ he gulped just as he was trying to regain his composure and control over his breathing.

‘i didn’t realize how late it was.’ you only found to say. of course you weren’t going to admit that you lost yourself while observing his every move for about 15 minutes.

little did you know, he noticed your insistent gaze but he did not say anything about it. he turned off the machine you were using. ‘well we’re both done for today.’

you headed towards the restroom to change to your clothes and put your sports pants on your bag.

‘oh!’ you shouted when bumping into alhaitham again right after coming out of the room. ‘you scared the shit out of me sorry for screaming’ you chuckled to yourself, finding yourself so silly.

but since there were only the two of you now alhaitham only apologized, stating how he should have been careful.

you both went towards the door, turning off all the lights behind you.

alhaitham closed the door and turned to you, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. ‘will you come working out tomorrow ?’

you smiled before admitting how you were not so fond of working out. and before you gave a second thought to what you were about to say, it simply slipped out of your mouth.

‘but maybe if a pretty, good coach helps me i’ll like it more.’

right as you started to cringe at your own comment, alhaitham let out the most beautiful laugh you’ve ever heard.

‘i’ll work harder to convince you to drop by more often then.’

[loganswdc]

I'm pretty sure that they pitted both Alex and Logan so early because they were trying to undercut the Astons and then got stuck in a DRS train. They were also said to be struggling between choosing between a two or three stop race and kept going back and forth on what they wanted to do. James also said that their pace was worse than qualifying due to the hot weather.

I was generally under the guise of Logan not being able to manage his tires well? I'm kinda confused now, but id love it if it was true! Do you have any specific races where he did manage his tires well?

Also, I'm kinda annoyed at Williams whole "switching out race engineers" thing they have going on, like I get how they want to give them rest, but when you see your drivers literally struggling with their race engineers every other race.... Like it was Alex this race getting mad at his engineer and I'm pretty sure Logan in Monaco during Qualifying or Free practice with his.

hiya !! thank you for letting me know about them pitting logan and alex early because they planned on undercutting the aston’s ,, i was not aware of that !! you learn something new everyday :)

and them struggling to choose between a two or three stop race is so frustrating 😭 like no wonder alex was upset over the radio ,, if you don't know how you should manage your tyres because of shaky tyre strategy , then you don't know what to do !!

as for logan with his tyre management , i'd say it's been getting MUCH better than it was before , hence why i said that he's been managing them well . i'd say the races his good management is really seen , both from looking how he performed during the race and managed the tyres and afterwards looking at data surrounding tyre degradation are: silverstone ; imola , his tyre deg according to the data was lower than most of the field ; miami also wasn't the worst , definitely better than prior races !! ; china his tyre management was good on the hards ,, for some reason this man HATES medium tyres ; and in austria it was the same as in china , he did REALLY good on the hards but the medium tyres were not his friend . i'd also add that he did pretty good in saudi with managing his tyres

overall what i've noticed with his tyre management is that he seems to be really good with managing hard tyres when comparing to the rest of the field , and he's also not too bad with managing soft tyres ! but then he gets mediums and he rips through them like a mad-man 😭

a HUGE thank you to @k-pevensie28 for helping me out with finding all this !! i seriously could not have done this without her help: THANK YOU !!! she is an absolute angel and life-saver . you're amazing k , thank you for drowning in research with me <3

and i agree with the engineers thing !! i understand why they do it , and honestly good on williams for giving members of their team breaks so they can spend time with their families and rest . but at the same time ,, it can get really frustrating with the drivers because all of the sudden they have a new engineer that they're unfamiliar with and it just causes chaos . and that especially goes for when it's yk the first race with a new engineer , having to figure out a completely new dynamic must genuinely get so frustrating . i feel for them both , honestly .

also , to everyone reading -- please feel free to correct me on the info about logan's tyres if i got something wrong or you want to add something !! i'll be sure to do so :)

[tigreblvnc]

BLUE LOCK MATCHUP — @isecretlylikeotomealot

Your match is...

— Kurona Ranze

✦ ENTER THE SHARK!!!

✦ First appearance of the Pokémon Kurona.

✦ We haven’t seen much of him yet, but I find him amazing.

✦ He actually gives off a bit of a weirdo vibe that suits you well.

✦ We know he’s a rather reserved support character.

✦ At least, until he finds someone who motivates him to get moving.

✦ I think YOU are that person.

✦ He likes people with strong personalities.

✦ Nothing can shake this little guy.

✦ By the way, I think he’s had multiple hairstyles throughout his childhood, just like you.

✦ Probably encouraged by parents with questionable taste.

✦ Until he arrived at his current braid, which earned him the nickname "braided dwarf."

✦ It goes well with your Dora haircut.

✦ (the expression made me laugh)

✦ You both have the vibe of two friends who met by accident at the supermarket.

✦ I bet he’s been asked for his ID quite a few times as well.

✦ In an introverted duo, there always has to be at least one who can be ambiverted—at least, someone who has phases of extroversion. To balance things out and add some PUNCH to the relationship.

✦ And, incidentally, to get into some mischief together.

✦ So yes: you two bumped into each other at the supermarket.

✦ His parents probably sent him to do the shopping.

✦ There was something he couldn’t find, you know. And he followed you with his eyes because you looked like you knew your way around the instant noodles aisle.

✦ He picked the same thing as you. It seemed pretty good.

✦ But I think you know a thing or two about this, and when you noticed him glancing into your basket, you figured the braided dwarf needed some advice.

✦ That’s how it started. And you just kept shopping together, like it was nothing.

✦ You told him about your girls' school.

✦ He told you about his boys' school.

✦ (seriously, I can totally imagine him like that)

✦ Your relationship was like a breath of fresh air.

✦ Kurona is a chill guy; he doesn’t talk much, but when he does, it’s to say something interesting. He’s not lazy either: with the right teammates, he’s very good.

✦ He has a tendency to repeat his words, which you found weird at first.

✦ But eventually, it became part of his charm.

✦ After school, you often meet up to wander around downtown. Walk past the shops and buy something to eat. Chill together.

✦ I think he would like jazz too. I can totally see him enjoying old stuff, like vinyl records, cassettes, and vintage recordings.

✦ He really likes your assertive side. It’s something he doesn’t necessarily know how to do, and he enjoys seeing that in you.

✦ He also likes it when you’re a bit direct and firm; no time wasted, straight to the point. Kurona prefers people like that, rather than those who don’t really know what they want.

✦ In fact, he’s a bit like the king’s good advisor.

✦ He wouldn’t talk as much as you, but he’s a good listener. He’s not judgmental; on the contrary, he adds little sarcastic remarks to spice up your conversations. Those are the rare moments when you see him smile. When you see his saw-like teeth.

✦ "i LOVE fashion i LOVE dressing up like i actually make the effort to dress for uni like everyday" We know Kurona takes great care of his hair! His braid, for example. He takes the time to do it well every morning. You complement each other on this point. You’re more into clothes, and he’s more into hair.

✦ "im like 154cm short and skinny" Kurona is one of the shortest characters in Blue Lock, standing at 168 cm. There’s a bit of a height difference, but it’s fine—he doesn’t bump into door frames, and he fits in the car without any trouble. Kurona, pocket-sized.

✦ "Well i do game abit on my nintendo switch mostly mario but im definitely not a gamer" I can’t see Kurona glued to his console 24/7 either, but he enjoys playing occasionally, probably more on his phone during commutes. It’s a chance for quick, casual games.

✦ You’re the duo that exchanges resources in Stardew Valley before bed.

✦ And sometimes old anime, especially the ones you grew up with. You both have a fondness for 90s anime like Sailor Moon, Hunter x Hunter, and Neon Genesis Evangelion.

✦ I think Kurona’s love language is quality time; he doesn’t talk much, but he listens. He’s the guy you can chill with in the same room for a long time without talking.

✦ I see him being discreet and subtle in his displays of affection, like seeking your company more than others. Looking for you first. Finding you in a crowd. Sitting next to you and dozing off on your shoulder. And I think it’s mutual, in the sense that he lets you do the same. But I don’t see him being very vocal about his affection.

✦ By the way: "What makes him happy are subtle displays of affection ("I like people who always care about me")" Should we talk about it?

✦ You’re the childhood friends to best friends to first love trope, and you deserve to be framed on the living room wall.

A word about your match: I didn’t hesitate, your shark became clear to me as I read your bio. Here’s a photo of the two of you!

© TIGREBLVNC 2024 | AUGUST '24 MATCHUPS EDITION.

[themothmancassettes]

Augh so over on twitter and in the official vast error discord, people have shown interest in my evil ellsee/elleon au so i thought id make a post about it!! For the sake of this post, its more of a tldr/ref post about the au!! ^^

In essence, my au is essentially what if Ellsee tried to do an essential ritual midgame with the corrupted version of her book and it went Horribly Wrong(tm) and got her corrupted by Gaiaeon?

Thus creating: Elleon

WHO THE FUCK IS ELLEON?

Elleon is the result of that ritual gone wrong. She is essentially Ellsee, but corrupted by the Naught Father but with insane powers. His corruption is NOT a possesion; more like an infection. Her biggest changes is in behavior and appearance- at the end of the day, they're still Ellsee.

Elleon cannot use her staff; it was made for followers for Khepharia, so when a being corrupted by Gaiaeon tries to use it, the staff renders itself unusable.

The corruption gives her powers similar to the Gaiaeon, the most distinct being the power to influence, but not directly take control of a person. While under the Naught Father's influence, Ellsee’s frustrations are heightened, her impulse control is frighteningly low, and they're much more likely to act on their intrusive thoughts. Think of Gaiaeon's corruption as a parallel to Grimdark, but more fucked up looking. Elleon is completely unaware of her power to influence and completely thinks she's just more persuasive than previously thought.

Elleon is extremely bitter about all of the misfortunes they've endured, from Murrit's various murder attempts to Arcjec's amnesia to Occeus ignoring them, anything bad that's happened to them is all the more reason to go apeshit. Everyone who has hurt her WILL pay the price, and so will anyone who stands in her way- especially Murrit.

NO ONE GETS TORMENTED MORE THAN MURRIT HOLY SHIT. This is because her crime is by far the worse than the others. At somepoint, he attempts to kill Elleon again and all it does is piss them off bc yk. God Powers. It doesnt work.

Thus, the cast is divided- those Elleon is able to get on her side via Gaiaeon's influence (think spreading the infection, but to a much lesser extent), and those on Murrit's side, who wants to stop her and save their session. Those under Gaiaeon's influence are much less tolerant of those who have wronged them, so who better to convert to her side first and become her partner in crime than Calder Kerian.

Team Elleon: calder, dismas, albion, eventually sova and serpaz

Team Murrit: laivan, occeus, jentha, taz, arcjec

Team murrit largely spends time trying to get in contact with Khepharia (occeus+laivan), and jentha getting her radiation powers back in hopes to even out power. It doesn't work.

Important Note: those under Gaiaeon's influence via Elleon do not have powers nor any physical changes. They do, however, have a dark green haze over their pupils. This is moreso for artistic purposes to make it more clear who is and isn't under Gaiaeon's influence.

Calder and Elleon enter a moiraillegiance, becoming the best worst evil duo ever... until Elleon burns down his planet and he realizes this isn't what he wanted.

Calder in this AU is exhausted beyond belief from the pressures of his everyday life and wants it to end. When Elleon approaches Calder, they're on a cliff overlooking the Depths (angst writers, you're seen and Heard here). Elleon promises to make things better for the both of them and get his revenge. Because his planet is a hiding spot that Gaiaeon can't see and by extension, Elleon is weaker there, so she burns it down to give her opposers nowhere to hide. This act is Calder's breaking point, causing him to realize this isn't what he wants for anyone, let alone them, thus causing him to switch sides and help take her down.

Ultimately, the group who takes Elleon down is Arcjec, Occeus, and Calder, potentially Taz too but I don't have strong enough opinions on pitch Tazsee to include that canon ship. They play into Ellsee's true desires (occeus paying her attention, reconnecting with arcjec, etc), and with the help of Void Powers, get them back to normal. She does get knocked unconscious though from how much Elleon took out of her and is scarred to shit (ellsee 🤝 hunter: getting scarred to shit by evil thing)

For Calder angst likers, Calder does end up getting the blame for like. Most of Elleon's bs and saying the ritual went wrong because he was the last one who spoke to her before the ritual. (He told her to make the right decision as a form of encouragement bc in the situation, the ritual WAS essential but Ellsee was having doubts. Neither had anyway of knowing this would happen.) Ellsee clears his name when she wakes up and finds him on the same cliff as Elleon met him on and I'm leaving it up to yall whether or not she makes it in time ;] (personally, i love happily ever afters just as much as a destating loss, BUT. since calder is a cc of mine i lean fake out, looks too late, but he's actually fine and calsee win!)

Any specific questions about my AU, I'll happily answer!! My inbox is always open! I do have more specific notes on ellceus, sovalbion, dismurrit, jenthmas, laipaz, and some other stuff I couldn't fit in this post + I'm working on some more designs for the cast! That's all for now! Thanks for reading<3

Please credit me if you use any of my designs/concepts! My blog may be small, but this au is very personal to me. Thank you!

[voidzphere]

You’re really lucky you know? You have a big following (almost close to 1k!!!!) You have lots of friends, you have 3 partners, a lot of people including me think you’re cool, you’re good at art, this one will sound random but you also have a phone and laptop (I only have a iPad), and you have food and water everyday! And your followers, friends and 3 partners are also lucky because they know you!!!!

im rlly grateful for how far ive come and the people i have that support me and have stuck with me for this long. my partnerz especially have to deal with me every day, i love them so much (kissez 2 error, brute, & shark xx) <33

and my mootz + friendz are soo cool and fun uugh. idk where id be rn without them, love u guyz too /p

a long time ago i alwayz saw myzelf more as the admirer than the admired. the switch-up is wild .. but i still have so many people i look up to and admire x]

[kimhargreeves]

Where is my Mind?-Jack Moore/Tyler Durden x Reader (Fight Club)

Summary: You and your co-worker have an odd relationship. A year after working at the same job as Jack you make your true feelings for him known on a cold winter night when you step into his apartment.

(Decided to write the name of Jack Moore since a still of the The Narrator's id was in the film, and it would've been strange for me to not mention his name. Hope this one shot is good too since I find it hard to write on The Narrator. Do hope it's true to his character. Please let me know if anyone wants a part 2.)

Based on the film 'Fight Club' from 1999

It's been a whole year since I started my new job at the office. Everyday was the same for me, wake up early, stay up till late at work, leave to my house, sleep and repeat the cycle over and over. Work had been extremely difficult especially at a place like this, providing for myself in this city wasn't what I had planned.

The nights would always be the same as well. Lonely and quiet. Sometimes I wish I had someone to stay with me or be in a relationship with someone, but work is impossible but I've tried my very best to balance my work and personal life.

I try to switch things up every now and then. Each week I would see my coworker come by himself and leave by himself. He barely spoke to anyone else, it was hard to get to know him at first when I didn't even know his name.

Slowly over time we would exchanged small talks, a few "How's your day been?" or any other jokes to try and get through the boring day.

About half a year went by until he would get used to my presence. He was a strange and quiet man keeping mostly everything to himself. Until one night we were one of the few left in the office and I walked up to him.

"It's been a rough day..why don't we go together and have dinner? My treat."

I boldly said when the man turned to look at me with a pen in his mouth. He said nothing for a moment, looking up and down at me until he agreed with a simple, "Okay."

That night we had dinner together, he barely spoke but was attentive on listening on my life story. I was worried though when it seemed that he was about to pass out from not sleeping at all.

Over time I got used to his odd ways, I would spot him sleeping every now and then. One night I insisted on making him something to eat, something that would make him feel better. The young man was reluctant to let me into his home, but he agreed.

"Your apartment is way nicer than mine." I said eyeing the place around and wondering how on earth he spent so much money on expensive furniture.

I followed him into the kitchen and told him to wait in the living room until I was done preparing food. I started off with s familiar recipe my family would make for me back in the day, I was nearly finished when I spoke his name.

"Jack? dinner's almost already." I called out and I peeked my head out and saw him asleep on the couch.

I stared at him surprised, he looked so peaceful sleeping. Quietly I went to retrieve a blanket and i placed it over him. I went to turn off the lights and switched over to the lamp next to the couch, so he could sleep better without s bright light over his face.

I turned off the stove and let the food cool off. I was wondering wether to leave him or stay until he woke up, I decided on the second option. I remained silent and went over to rest on the other couch next to him.

Jack Moore. Hmm…I couldn't help but stare at him as he slept. I found him kinda cute the first time I had met him, strange and odd but cute in his own way.

By the time Jack had woken up, he seemed very surprised to see me still in his apartment. He didn't question it, instead he asked if I had slept comfortably.

Jack was a cold man impossible to reach back then, over time he got used to me and we both formed an odd relationship.

That same night we slept together….

A sort of friends with benefits kind of relationship happened, whenever we would get stressed we would come over to each other's place. But things took a turn when I saw him talking to a woman once.

I walked over to his area at work and saw his writing something on a notebook before he quickly closed it when he saw me walking closer to him. "Hey, what's up?" He asked looking over at me.

"Seems like you've been avoiding me lately." I muttered looking back into his blue eyes.

Jack shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know what you mean, (Y/N)."

It's been a while since we've been intimate with each other. Since I was the one that didn't want to continue this since I knew our relationship would turn into a toxic one. Though, I decided to not mention the woman I've seen him talking to.

"I called out last night, and even arrived at your place." I remind him of the many calls I made. I was concerned for his well being since I would see him with bruised knuckles and cuts across his face and lips.

"I must've been sleeping. Surely it's nothing for you to get worried about."

I shook my head now stepping closer to him and grabbing a chair that was close to me. "You need to get some rest, Jack. I know you haven't been sleeping well again."

Jack looked away and shook his head only once. "I'll try to. Though it isn't a promise."

Those words were stuck in my head throughout the entire day. It was night time, it was freezing and it began to rain but I had a few errands to do before heading back to my place, it was Friday and I wanted to have at least a relaxing weekend.

Sleeping to the sound of rain would make this night even better once I'm at my place. The entire day my brain had only been focusing on one thing, one person and it is Jack.

One of the reasons I stopped sleeping with Jack was because I quickly grew to love him as a partner. But, I know he wouldn't be too committed on a serious relationship.

I just can't get him out of my mind. I must tell him how I feel today because if I don't then God knows what will happen.

I stopped when I reached Jack's home, I decided to stop by again and when I reached inside the building I knocked on the door. I hug my cost closer to myself trying to warm myself up.

I waited…and nothing.

"Jack?" I knocked again and pressed my ear against the door.

I heard footsteps approach and I turned around and gasp when I saw Jack all wounded, bloodied and bruised. I raced over to him and helped him up on his feet.

"What are you doing here, (Y/N)?" He said but winced as he held onto his ribs.

"I've been worried sick about you. What's been up with you lately?" I huffed and opened the apartment door as we both stepped inside.

"Stay right there." I demanded when he sat down on the couch and I ran to get anything to help him clean his wounds and patch him up.

I ran over to his side again and sat down by his side and began to clean all the cuts he had on his face, seeing him like this made me panic and be scared for him. He had bloodied lips, his knuckles were sore with blood and purple bruised forming on them.

"What happened to you? Don't tell me you were robbed." I say staring at Jack. He chuckles as I clean his wounds and pressed an ice pack on the side of his face.

"I met someone, Tyler is his name. That's all I can say."

I tilt my head not fully understanding him. Is he some type of friend? "Well, whoever Tyler is, I don't like him. Did he do this to you?" I insisted but got no answer.

I huff under my breathe and got treat eyes seeing him like this. "Jack…" I grabbed hold of his hand and kissed his sore knuckles and looked into his eyes.

This isn't the Jack I first knew. Is this all my fault somehow? I looked around and noticed how surprisingly clean the apartment was, seems like he hadn't been in here for days.

"There's nothing for you to worry about, (Y/N). Just been getting into some action with Tyler. I've been living with him for a few days now." Even his tone of voice sounds different.

Almost like he's a different person.

"I'm sorry. I don't like seeing you like this.. I'm sorry if it feels like I've left you. Truth us..I care about you Jack, a lot..what I mean to say is that I've fallen in love with you." I whispered to afraid to look at him now

Instead of hoping for an answer I winced when I felt Jack's other hand grip the back of my head, making me stay in place.

"This thing that has been happening in my life will change the way we see things, (Y/N). I don't want you to get involved, but you'll soon realize what's to come. You're too good for a man like me."

I was a bit afraid to day the least. i had never seen Jack like this. I felt his grip loosen then this hand went to the back of my neck and to grasp my cheek.

"You met me at a very strange time in my life." He whispered looking at me.

I gasped when Jack reached to grab my face and began to kiss me roughly. I could taste the blood remaining on his lips and could feel how hot and aggressive he was becoming.

I wasn't planning on stopping by his place and getting it on with him as fast, I wanted this relationship to be slow, but I felt my stomach turn and my core ache when he began to shift closer to me and beginning to undo my coat.

Thought life is too short to be waiting. We never know how long we'll be with the person we love.

"I want you Jack…" I whispered against his lips and saw his eyes dilate. He looked at me with eyes full of lust.

I placed those thoughts aside and I reached up to grab his hair and pulled on it slightly making him lower myself onto the couch and I felt his hands beginning to lower down to my stomach….

[rreskk]

Okey i luv ur oc. Id love to see a nsfw headcanons between her and trevor!! i hope u dont mind :))) i just love her sm

OMGOMGOMGOMG, THANK YOU!!!

TW: -Smut

NSFW HEADCANONS: Trevor Philips and Riley Hudson

-Christ, it’s like a zoo-cage when they have sex. They are both already too intense for each other, and the moment they are undressed and in that bedroom, it’s not just gonna be a 2 minute quickie.

-Riley forced Trevor to get rid of his 2 minute quickie blowjob habits. She persuaded him to do 2 rounds, then 4 rounds, until they were both passed out with exhaustion. The next day he wasn’t complaining, he was utterly IN LOVE with the idea of having longer sex time (he’s so used to rushing and orgasming fast).

-They have drunk sex a lot.

-Also plenty of menstrual sex. The moment Trevor hears the pads being teared open in the bathroom, he has a towel ready on the bed to help relieve her cramps. It’s Riley’s secret favourite.

-Trevor uses vibrators on her a lot when they masturbate. She’d be giving him a painful hand job (torturing his cock) and he’d have full control of the vibrator in her pussy.

-Trevor was Riley’s first time doing anal sex.

-Their favourite position is the amazon and cowgirl.

-He likes to choke her a lot.

-Riley pegs him a lot as well. Whenever they’d would have a quickie, she’d have that strap-on absolutely destroying him until he was a sobbing mess.

-They are both switches.

-Trevor teases Riley about her collar/leash kink. The first time he found this out, they spent the night in his trailer fucking hard as he’d wear a collar. They take turns but he secretly loves wearing it.

-Trevor leaves hickeys on her neck all the time.

-He also uses her camera to film their sex. They’d make home-videos a lot and replay them whenever they wanted to mutually masturbate in bed together.

-Lots of angry, hateful sex. They argue a lot and sometimes the only way to defuse their riled up tension would be a good old-fashioned legs over shoulder missionary.

-They fuck in his truck more than the actual bed.

-Trevor carries her undies everywhere. He’d have them in his pocket and whenever she’d be away… Well… He jacks off to them.

-NUDES ALL THE TIME. EVERYDAY. NUDES, NUDES, NUDES, NUDES. ALWAYS NUDES. WAKE UP, NUDES. They send nudes to each other all the time. Did I mention they sent nudes?

[bubbbii]

Patience

title : Patience

pairing : yoongi x hoseok

genre : sope smut, gay smut, kpop smut, dirty content

warning : daddy kink, gay, doggy style, blowjob, handjob, degrading, choking, multiple orgasms, mirror sex, fingering, spanking, aftercare, etc.

summary : yoongi, a very impatient and dangerous criminal who everyday he waits for his favorite policeman, hoseok, who gives him his checkup everyday. But one particular day, things are switching up..yoongi being extra impatient, and extra needy.

!PURELY FICTION! !NOT REAL!

do not steal story or idea without permission please thank uu :)

Let’s go <3

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“Alright everyone in!” The bell buzzed around the huge jail house as all of the criminals went back inside their cells. Namjoon shut the steel door, locking the locks and turned to the other police officers. Aka his friends. “The visits?” “Seems to me everyone’s doing good! You know Mr Kim made a great decision putting you up as head chief” Namjoon smiled at Jungkook’s compliment, ruffling his hair. “Jimin?” Jungkook’s smile faded, making Namjoon and Hoseok laugh at the attitude change. “We still..have some work” “imagine your own boyfriend? Your own boyfriend getting out in handcuffs without you knowing” “UNTIL THE DAY AFTER! Had his own cell and everything..I don’t know what to do”

Namjoon sighed, sitting in the chair in front of the 2 who were leaning against the table. “I’ll talk to Mr Kim, but tomorrow you have to Jimin and let him know that just because we are all best friends doesn’t mean he doesn’t have to pay for his consequences” Jungkook nodded, running his hand through his hair. “Yoongi?” “He’s doing good..impatient ass” “not gonna lie yall look cute togetherrr” Jungkook teased, poking Hoseok’s arm. “Shut up, he’s let me know that he has an interest already” Jungkook and Namjoon looked at him.

“And you don’t?” “I do! It’s just- he’s a handful” “Jimin is too and look where we are 3 years strong” Jungkook said, fist bumping Joon. “Ok well - that’s you and Jimin what about me!? Do you know how DIFFICULT Yoongi is?” “It gives you a nice challenge! Yoongi is one feisty cat - anyone could tell you. But Hobi he’s got eyes on you to handle him. And trust me..we all know how that would turn out” Jungkook smirked, nodding with Namjoon.

Hoseok sighed, sitting on the table now. “8 pm, his last check up for the day. Make that check up, count” Namjoon said, handing the ring full of keys to Hoseok. He sighed, taking it and clipping it on his belt. “Fine..and for the record, Yoongi is a different breed. Don’t be shocked when I don’t come out alive” Jungkook scoffed, patting his back before leaving the two to go into Namjoon’s office. Hoseok and Namjoon followed him.

8 pm…

Hoseok went out his office, sighing and he saw Namjoon. “I got you” he gave me the ID pass and fist bumped me before opening the metal gates and went down the long line of jail cells. He reached the back, pressing the pass to the black button which turned green and heard the door unlock. He opened the metal door, seeing a sight he was least imagined to see. “Mmh fuck” Hoseok gulped, staring at the submissive boy, seeing his head squished in the pillow and his ass perked up in the air.

His fingers inside his ass and moaning his heart out. He’s lucky he has the cell all the way in the back. I closed the door, seeing his head turned towards me, seeing the smile and his lower lip tugged between his teeth. “Mmh daddy” he called out, giggling as I sighed in horniness and disturbance. “Yoongi..get up” “whyy? I want you..you don’t understand” I sighed, crossing my arms as I looked at him.

He groaned, sitting up. “Put your shorts on” “I will..if you come to me” “Yoongi, cmon now” “please? Stop playing hard to get it!” “I’m doing my job that’s what I’m doing” Yoongi huffed, leaning on his arms. “Pleaseee, come here!” Hoseok sighed, before taking his time going up to the boy, seeing him spread his legs once he got closer. “Yoongi we’re suppose to be doing our check up close your legs” “daddy..” he whined, wrapping his legs around my waist. “Yoongi-please don’t, stop” “I know you want me, stop resisting. I’ve been trying to get you ever since I laid eyes on you, I know you want me”

Hoseok did want him..and he isn’t making it easier for him. “Yoon..” I overthought my thought, looking at the clock. It was already 8:30. I know everyone’s asleep. What makes it better..no one can hear what happens in each cell. Hoseok looked at Yoongi, seeing him smirk and pull him closer by the legs. “Fuck me officer, please” Yoongi whispered, pulling Hoseok down by the suit and smashed his lips on his, moaning uncontrollably as he wrapped his arms around Hobi’s neck.

Hoseok thought about it before kissing back slowly, his hands slowly placing themselves on his waist. Yoongi squirmed at the contact, moaning at the touch before Hoseok broke it almost immediately. “No..no no no - no this cannot happen” “yes it can, it’s almost 9. Everyone’s pretty much asleep..besides, I’ve seen the way you look at me during lunch time, and I know you want me” Hoseok raised an eyebrow, trying to deny the fact that he does have a staring problem. “That doesn’t change anything” “oh yes it does. And look - my hair grew..grew it out just for you. And I dyed it black as well, Joon let me..you like it?”

Hoseok liked it. A lot.

“Black suits you” “guess were twins huh? Hm..I like this hair as well. Long and..curly and..fucking sexy” Yoongi seduced, whispering the last part, as he pulled me closer to him. “It just turns me on even more don’t you think?” “Yoongi” “stop…you know what to call me instead” Yoongi interrupted, smirking. “I know what turns you on..daddy” Hoseok let out a small but quiet hiss, knowing it does turn him on. “No-“ “daddy..I wanna get fucked by you, please?” He moaned whispery in my ear, bitting the earlobe. Hoseok was on the verge of giving up.

“Babe..” “please! Please I have a boner! I’ll come a lot for you, like - a lot a lot I promise. I promise daddy” Hoseok’s nose flared at the name, feeling his dick beginning to risen. “..you’re gonna be a good boy?” “I will, I will daddy” “you sure?” “Yes, yes I’m a good boy for you always” hoseok pinned him down before kissing Yoongi roughly, giving up completely from resisting. Yoongi moaned his heart out, throwing his arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss.

“Mmh fuck, pants - pants off, please” i ripped the shorts he had in half, teasingly taking down the thong he had underneath and his lower half was exposed to me. “Awh that little boner of yours, so pretty” Yoongi hips bucked out of reflex at the tone of his voice. Hoseok smoothed his index finger around the outside of his clenching and unclenching hole. “Well, don’t need lube” Hoseok teased, chuckling as he entered 3 fingers in him, making Yoongi moan softly, throwing his head back on the pillow. “Fuck, Mmh Daddy” “yea like that? You like that shit hm?” Hoseok unexpectedly scissored him, going fast and rough before taking his fingers out.

“Oooh shit, no - why?!” “You want it? Come get it” Yoongi immediately went on all fours, and pulling down the oversized cargo pants with the boxers and grabbed the cock in his hand. Yoongi wasted no time taking the whole thing down pack, moaning around it making Hoseok’s breathing rapid, rolling his hips. “Ooh yea you like that shit huh? You fucking bitch hm?” Yoongi moaned at the dirty words, stroking himself in a rough pace as he sucked Hoseok’s cock with passion.

“Fuck, ok” Yoongi took it out, breathing heavy as he turned around and bent over in front of him, rolling his ass on the hard cock. “Can I put it in? Please?” Hoseok chuckled, slapping his cock on his asscheeks before sitting back. “Put it in” Yoongi wasted no time once again, putting the cock inside him making him moan and whine at the stretch of his insides. It’s been so long since Hoseok gave into Yoongi, and it takes a lot for him to give into him. That’s why Yoongi is attracted to Hoseok so much.

It’s thrill to him.

“Mmh fuck” “fuck me fuck me fuck me daddy please please please” Hoseok grabbed his hips and fucked him deep inside, hearing Yoongi scream and moan as Hoseok fucked him like his last day on earth. “Ooh there you go. That ass going back on that dick huh? Your greedy tonight” Yoongi whined and moaned, gripping the sheets from below him at the fifth words. “Daddy fuck - I’m close already, I’m not joking - I think I’m gonna come. Daddy” “oh you’re ready to come? Come for me baby, come for daddy baby you can do it. Come on that dick” Yoongi moaned louder and came on the sheets, coating Hoseok’s cock at the same time.

“Good boy, there you go” “more, daddy more” “i know i know” Hoseok turned Yoongi over, running his fingers against the hard cock if his, hearing him moan and hum at the pleasure as he played with the tip. “Fuck, it feels so good” “ooh yea?” Hoseok began to stroke it, seeing Yoongi squirm as heat rushed up his body. “Fuck fuck fuck - daddy!” Hoseok took his hand away, inserting his cock again making Yoongi moan loudly. “Think you can come again?” “Always” Yoongi’s answer motivated Hoseok’s horniness specifically and snapped his hips to fuck him harder.

“Im coming…im coming - im gonna come again” “go ahead Angel” Yoongi whined at the nickname as it turned him on even more, and came all over himself. And coating Hobi’s cock once again. “There you go, fuck” Hoseok continued to fuck him, feeling the similar feeling at the pit of his stomach. “Shit” Yoongi knew Hoseok drew bruises all over his thighs and hips from gripping to hard. But he loved it. He loved it when Hoseok got rough with him, especially when he’s close to his high. Like at this moment.

“Fucking hell - oh my god” hoseok slapped the living life out of Yoongi’s thigh making him whimper and moan at the extra pleasure he was receiving. Yoongi got what he wanted, and he was here for every moment of it. “I’m gonna come - fuck im gonna come” Hoseok’s pace quickened by the second before painting Yoongi’s ass white, filling him up. “Shit, daddy” “ooh you like that? You like that little slut?” Yoongi whined, feeling Hoseok’s hand tighten around his neck as he continued to come.

He was finished, pulling out as he smirked down at the panting Yoongi. “That was..that was good, shit” “oh..you’re funny” Hoseok flipped them, Hoseok on the bottom and Yoongi on top of him. He scooted to the edge of the bed and Hoseok smirked at the big mirror in front of them. “Look at me” Hoseok demanded calmly, seeing Yoongi’s eyes look into his. “This is what you wanted. Remember? ‘I want you to make me come over, and over, and over again. Fuck me until the morning sunrise’. Remember that?” Yoongi bit his lip, knowing he was eavesdropping on him while fucking himself.

“Oh? Speechless? I wonder” “stop..your making me feel embarrassed” Hoseok chuckled, sitting up. “I’ll do whatever I want, what will you do?” Hoseok whispered in his ear, smirking as he kissed softly on his neck, and earlobe. “So what are you waiting for..the only way to get what you want is by working for it” Yoongi gulped, stroking Hoseok’s cock slowly making Hoseok hiss, leaning back on his elbows as he felt his hand go faster. “Ooh there you go, shit” Yoongi stood up, putting it inside.

“Mmh shit, fuck” “Don’t be a pussy now, this is what you wanted. Now ride that dick like you mean it” Yoongi loved this side of Hoseok, taking control over him excited his insides even more. Yoongi rolled his hips, moaning loudly all over again as he felt the dick fill every inch in him. “There you go, go faster for me” Yoongi followed orders, rocking faster with a little bounce in his pace. “Fuck” Hoseok thrusted upward, making Yoongi moan louder with whines here and there as Hoseok went full on rough mode.

“Fucking bitch” Hoseok grabbed his hair, pulling it as he fucked him harder. “Fuck, daddy..so fast” “shut up” Hoseok’s hips lost control, fucking him more roughly as his high caught up to him. “Daddy I’m gonna come..I’m gonna come again - fuck” “look in that mirror, and see yourself come all over yourself hm? Wanna be a slut I’ll treat you like one. Go ahead” Yoongi’s moans turned into ‘pleases’ and whines as he looked into Hoseok’s hooded eyes, smirking face which got him even closer. “Fuuuckk daddy!” Yoongi came all over himself, Hoseok holding him to support his body that was going numb from the intense orgasm he was having at the moment.

“Ooh Good boy, look at that, coating my cock like that? That slick going all over look at you” Yoongi whimpered, his hips rolling and squirming as his dick started to get sensitive. “Forgot someone?” Yoongi smirked, taking his time to take Hoseok’s hard cock out before turning around and landing his lips on his. Yoongi kissed his jawline, neck, all the way down to his cock, kissing the tip of it. He then took the whole thing down in one go, which made Hoseok go crazy. “Ooh I’m coming, I’m coming - stay still” Hoseok’s hand kept Yoongi’s head to the base of his cock, rolling his hips he groaned and moaned until come shot into Yoongi’s mouth.

Yoongi chuckled, looking up at Hoseok as he happily swallowed it all and slowly took it out his mouth, seeing it soften. Yoongi sighed smiling as he kissed Hoseok softly, Hoseok returning the gesture as Yoongi climbed on top of him. Yoongi broke the kiss, smiling as he nuzzled their noses together. “So..what now?” Hoseok smiled softly, massaging Yoongi’s waist gently. “What do you want to happen?” Hoseok asked softly, kissing his lips gently. “..I want you” Hoseok smiled, looking at the clock above Yoongi.

11 pm.

“I want you too…go to sleep. And I’ll be back after my break” Yoongi smiled, nodding and Hoseok stood up with Yoongi in his arms, laying him down and tucked him under the covers..and the new comforter that Hoseok bought him. “Good night Angel” Hoseok whispered, kissing his forehead before getting his clothes on, carrying his vest in his arm and tidied up in his cell before leaving it. He locked the door with his key and took a deep breath, smiling to himself as he walked along the hallway of cells filled with sleeping prisoners.

There he saw Namjoon, smiling as the two 94 liners chuckled with each other. “What are you thinking?” Hoseok handed Joon his vest, crossing his glossy, buffed arms as he thought. And a small smile soon came on his face.

“..i think he’s learned his lesson”