#free time well spent 🙏 i think!

[nikoisme]

so i rewatched the trilogy recently and i am shaking why does blue eyes look like this the entire movie

are you Okay

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[gay-dorito-dust]

deadpool getting jealous when you’re giving wolfie too much attention in a poly relationship!!! 🙏

‘Wade. Stop pouting.’ Logan grunted from against your neck, eyes closed shut as he tried to focus back on you and tightened his grip on your waist.

‘And how the fuck do you know I’m pouting! You’ve got your eyes closed!’ Wade exclaimed, pouting from the other side of the room, watching on in jealously as you continued to shower Logan with more affection.

‘I don’t need to open my eyes to know your pouting dipshit.’ Logan growled but his temperament was easily faltered when he felt you run your hand through his hair and scraping at his scalp deliciously, you almost swore you heard the gruff Logan Howlett purr like a domesticated cat.

‘Wade what’s wrong? You’ve been like this all week and when I go to kiss you or anything, you completely brush me off.’ You said as you looked over at him in his ridiculous pink unicorn pyjamas with matching slippers, squeezing his unicorn plushie tighter and tighter that you swore the poor thing was going to pop. You didn’t like it when either of your partners was upset or angry, they’ve been down those roads before and all you wanted was to love them as much as you can while you can; however you couldn’t do that if one of your partners was too stubborn to tell you what was wrong.

Thankfully after a total record of fifteen minutes of sighing and huffing, Wade looks over at you with the most dramatic pout on his lips. ‘Fine since my gorgeous, fantastic, sexy, hot pookie insists that I tell them what’s wrong, I’ll shall.’ He then takes a deep breath and points to the half asleep Logan cuddled up against you. ‘You have been giving lumberjack over there far too much attention lately Where’s my affection because I don’t see it! I’m being neglected! I want to be cuddled! where’s my cuddles!’ You couldn’t help but chuckle at Wade’s outburst, which only made him pout harder as he showed you his back which had a massive cartoon unicorn rearing on its back legs.

‘Great now my sexy, cool, gorgeously handsome partner is laughing at my pain, I must truly be in hell.’ He mutters to himself as he burrows his head into his arms, only then did your laughter subsided as finally spoke. ‘Don’t be like that, you know I love you and Logan equally.’ You tell him, only to hear him scoff, which made your heart hurt a little, before you the. patted the spare space of the couch with your hand, wanting to make it up to your boyfriend. ‘Stop it with the pouting and get your fine ass on over here handsome, we’ve got room for one more…if you want it that is. I’m not forcing-‘

Before you could finish your sentence, Wade bolted from his spot across the room, and clung onto your other side as he nuzzled his head against your chest, his arms latching onto you waist just beneath Logan’s own arms. ‘Thought you’d never ask sweet cheeks!’ Wade replied as he peppered kisses across your collar bones, causing your to giggle as you ran your free hand up and down his back soothingly, now feeling happy and content with both men that you love dearly being cuddled up on either side of you.

‘Good. I don’t want you to ever think I don’t love either of you because I do.’ You said as you kissed both Wade and Logan on their foreheads, noses and finally their lips as Logan sluggishly reciprocated his kiss in due to being half asleep, just as Wade almost devoured you eagerly with his own kiss.

‘I think we both know that very well peanut, and we love you all the more for it.’ Wade uttered softly as he made himself comfortable against your side, feeling his eyelids grow heavier. Wade knee you’d never made him feel jealous, not intentionally nor accidentally, but sometimes he felt a little lost whenever you spent just a small fraction more time with Logan over him. He just wants so time with you too! And so now as he burrows his head under your chin, ready to drift off, he couldn’t help but reach a hand over to squeeze Logan’s firm ass; only to find that he was one step ahead of him and quickly gripped his wrist.

‘I wouldn’t think about it bub.’ Logan murmured.

‘How is he doing that with his eyes closed.’ Wade whispered to you as you both looked at Logan as he dropped wade’s hand.

‘It’s a mystery we’ll never find out sweetheart.’ You replied as you kissed Wade on the forehead, giving his ass a little pat and a loving squeeze. You knew Wade expresses his affection in rather bold ways but only did so as long as it alright with you and Logan. He didn’t want to put you out of your comfort zone to accommodate him but you weren’t so easily fazed by his actions, not when you have been friends with him as long as you have been partners. So needless to say it wasn’t at all surprising when you suddenly picked up Wade’s tendency to squeeze and or slap your partners asses affectionately.

Much to Logan’s dismay no less but he took it in stride for your sake and occasionally Wade’s but mainly yours.

‘The author must’ve gotten pretty lazy or had a brain fart if this is how the fanfic ends.’ Wade yawns, ‘i could’ve done a far better job that’s for sure.’ He adds before falling asleep. meanwhile you stayed up wondering who the fuck this ‘author’ he was on about, and what did he mean by ‘fanfic?’

[milla-frenchy]

Push it

3k4 | Joel Miller x fem reader | ao3 | Masterlist

Summary: you have a secret “relationship” with Joel, your dad's best friend. You know you can't have more, but you can’t resist the idea to provoke him a little

Warnings: 18+ mdni. Age gap (reader early 20s, Joel late 40s), Joel is a grumpy, possessive, jealous man, reader is a brat. Grinding, dry humping, oral (f/m), pussy slapping, spanking, degradation, rough sex, dirty talk, cum eating, squirting, piv, creampie

a/n: so, this is my first dbf!Joel fic. Thank you anon, for your ask ❤️ I hope you'll like it 🙏

@aurorawritestoescape thank you for beta-ing baby 💕🫶

dividers @saradika-graphics 🙏

The fic is titled after “Push it” by Garbage 

Joel was looking at you walking back and forth from the dining room and the kitchen, swaying your hips and teasing him in your short dress. And if your father had been paying any attention to him instead of the game on TV, he would have noticed the way Joel was biting his upper lip or rubbing his hands together. Joel was nervous, and the more nervous he got, the more you teased him.

“Damn brat,” Joel muttered under his breath.

“What?” your father asked.

“Nothing,” he replied and then sighed. “Just said that player really sucks, that’s all.”

“I think he’s hot,” you said cheerfully. “How old is he?”

“A little too old for you to be interested, honey. Over 30 years old.”

You scoffed at your father’s words, and you were pretty sure you heard “jesus” coming out of Joel’s mouth.

You spent the rest of the match pulling down your neckline to expose more of your cleavage or hiking your dress up your thighs. You were careful to do it in a way that your father wouldn’t consider inappropriate if he ever looked at you at some point, but he was captivated by the game. 

Your and Joel’s gazes met often and he gave you a few serious warning stares that you ignored shamelessly. You didn’t even try to hide your satisfaction each time he had to readjust his jeans.

Once the match was over, you brought their empty beer bottles back to the kitchen, and Joel's firm hand closed around your arm as soon as you were there.

“The hell you doin’?” he grumbled.

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Cut the crap, sweetheart,” he hissed through his teeth. “Acting like a damn tease, makin’ me hard during the game? In front of your father, goddamn it! Could even see you’re wearing the black lingerie.”

“Ooooh… yeah, your favorite. Too bad you made it very clear the last time you filled me up- we fuck just for fun, right? So let me have fun and act as I please in my father's house. And let go of me.”

But he squeezed harder. “Keep it down,” he growled. “And that ain’t what I said.”

“Whatever. Next time you see me, I may be with my boyfriend.”

“What boyfriend?” His nostrils flared and you loved the sight.

“The one I’m probably gonna meet tonight, when I go out with my friends. The one who’ll appreciate my lingerie. Let go of me,” you repeated, yanking yourself free.

You headed towards the kitchen door, and after glancing behind, you saw him leaning against the counter. Annoyed, dark eyes, eyebrows furrowed, arm muscles stretching his black t-shirt. Irritation suited him well, he was even more handsome than usual. You tried to ignore the racing of your heart as you stepped back into the dining room.

“Can you help me with the internet at home?" he asked you in front of your father. “Connection ain't working.”

“I’m sorry, Joel, I can’t right now. I have to get ready, I’m going out tonight and my friends are picking me up in an hour.”

“Jesus, your manners?!” your father replied as if you had said the most impolite thing in the world. “Go help Joel. Your friends can wait a few minutes.”

You rolled your eyes, careful so that only Joel could see you. He smirked in a way that was so feline that you felt yourself dripping. He walked out towards his house, not checking if you were following him. He knew you were. 

Once home he sat down on his couch, resting his right arm on the backrest.

“What's the problem with the internet?”

“Ain't got any problems. Come here,” he said, patting his thighs.

“What makes you think I wanna sit on your lap?”

“Pussy's dripping. Can smell it from here.”

You rolled your eyes but you walked over to him and straddled him, placing your hands on his broad shoulders. He grabbed your hips tightly and positioned you how he exactly wanted you, his stiff shaft in his jeans against your folds covered only by your black panties. Your eyes sparkled when you felt his manhood. His were fixed on yours. Full of confidence, the eyes of a mature man, aware of his power of seduction over you.

“Stop being a brat and grind on me. I know you need it bad.”

You rolled your hips slowly, grinding against his hard cock. His hands firmly laid on your hips, but letting you lead the pace. His jeans almost hurt your inner thighs but you needed that friction against your soaked pussy. That sweet pain, the one that helps to feel better, like an itch that can be relieved only when you scratch it a little. He pulled your neckline down roughly, cupping your breasts in his palms before taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking it.

“Joel…,” you whimpered.

“Keep humping me, sweetheart. Yeah, just like that. She needs it, uh?”

He took your nipple back in his mouth, licking and then nibbling on it lightly, pressing on your shoulders to feel you more.

“Use me. Use me to get off,” he said, the need in his voice showing you how much he loved feeling you rub yourself against him. You kept rolling your hips, moaning “Joel, Joel…,” your whimpers getting louder and louder, until you breathed out “it’s good, so good, I’m gonna come,” just before you came against him, whining into his neck, trembling. Your desire wetting your panties even more and flowing onto his jeans.

You let your forehead rest against him, panting into his skin that you kissed as he stroked your back, before you pulled back and faced his dark eyes.

“I wanna suck your cock,” you said, kneeling down and unzipping his jeans.

“Yeah? Gonna help me with that after your little game? That's what you wanted, uh? Wanted me to get fuckin’ hard, while I couldn't do anything about it.”

You nodded, there was no more brat attitude left in you, just eagerness as you pulled his cock out gently, and watched his weeping, red tip. You licked your lips and spread the precum around his slit with your thumb. You sucked him the way he liked, lingering on his tip for a long time, licking, sucking. Each time, you wanted to give him the sloppiest head, so that he wouldn’t think about anyone else. Wouldn’t want anyone else.

When you took his length in your mouth, getting used to its thickness, pressing your tongue against his quivering skin, you felt him shiver. Until he pressed his cock against the back of your throat, and finally put his hands on your head. You loved feeling his underlying power, his pressure on your temples.

“Don’t move,” he said in a low voice, his length buried in your hot throat. You felt his tip twitch. Finally he started to thrust, fucking your mouth and your throat, using you as a fuck hole.

The mouth of his best friend’s daughter. He didn’t think about it anymore, when he was buried in one of your three holes. His remorse was forgotten. He didn’t care what could happen next, where this relationship or whatever it was, would take both of you. Didn't think about the consequences anymore. Only your warmth, your tightness welcoming his cock, mattered.

His hands firmly gripping your head, he thrusted in, and began fucking your mouth relentlessly. From the first time he’d fucked you, you noticed how different he was from your previous boyfriends. He loved when you teased him. He loved being seated on his couch, manspreading, while you were dancing lasciviously in front of him, waiting for him to break and reach out to you. But sometimes, often, you were the one breaking first. 

When you danced like that, his gaze was full of promise. Promise to fuck you so well you’d forget your own name when he was done with you.

Guys of your age didn’t have that patience.

He loved to make you come several times before spilling his cum. Sometimes he made you come again after, with his tongue or fingers, leaving you breathless and cock dumb. 

Your ex boyfriends usually didn’t care.

But he cared.

You let him use your mouth, let him move your head back and forth. Let him bury himself in the back of your throat. You learned not to gag anymore, when he fucked it. He trained you to do it. 

His hands froze on your temples, and you knew he was about to shoot hot ropes of cum that would hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna come… swallow all of it, sweetheart. Like a good girl, just like I taught you.”

His cum spurted out, and drop by drop, you swallowed it all. Then you carefully cleaned his shaft, his tip, until he pulled out. He put his cock back in his pants, and zipped them.

“You should go, you’re gonna be late.”

“Do you have something to tell me, Joel?”

“Good evening?” He sighed when he saw your eyes, a little blurry, and added “and keep those wet panties on. I want you to remember how you came humping me, while you’re out with your friends.”

You didn’t try to meet his gaze when you heard his words, and you left.

Babe? Babe!” You heard your friend’s voice in the distance. You were so lost in your thoughts. Always the same. Joel.

“What’s wrong with you?”

You spread your hands in front of you, as if to mean you had no idea what she was talking about.

“We’re supposed to have fun and you seem… somewhere else. What’s on your mind, babe?”

You answered that everything was fine, and tried to push Joel out of your thoughts. Joel who had told you that you weren’t a couple, that you didn’t have a relationship because your father, other people couldn’t know. That this thing between you was a bonus that you were giving each other. But that there couldn’t be more.

So when a guy of your age approached you and asked you to dance, you didn’t say no. When he offered you a drink and asked if you wanted to join him in the bathroom of the bar, you didn’t say no either. Sat on the bathroom sink, you let him eat you out.

And you only thought about Joel who always did it so perfectly, knew when to lick lightly, when to suck on your clit, knew how to fill you with two of his fingers. You had to think about him, the whole time that guy was eating you out. You had to think about Joel’s beard and mustache, scratching tenderly or roughly against your sensitive skin.

It was the only way for you to come.

When you left the bathroom, Joel was the first person you saw. Dark stare. Then darker than ever, when his gaze fell on the man who walked out of the room right after you. You froze before heading to your table, but he grabbed your arm before you sat down. 

“I’m taking you back home. Now.”

“Are you mad? I come home whenever I want.”

“Wow wow! What’s going on? Are you her dad?” Joel looked at this man whose name you didn't even know, from his full height, fists clenched. Joel looked at him as if he wanted to throw him to the ground, making him take a step back.

“No I ain’t her dad, luckily for you”, he growled. He turned to you before adding “I said, now.”

You followed him, like a docile dog. Turned on by his jealousy and attitude.

“Get in the damn car,” he grumbled. He started driving, silent, hands clenching the wheel until his knuckles were white.

“Joel…”

“Don’t,” he rambled. “Don’t say a word.”

You sank into the seat, waiting for him to drop you off at your place. But he pulled into his driveway.

“Follow me,” he said, without waiting for you.

When you joined him at his house, his hands were on his hips, his gaze turned towards the ground.

“You fucked him?” he asked in a low voice.

“No. No I didn't.”

“He fucked you?”

“No, damn… He didn't fuck me.”

“Yeah?” He raised his eyebrows, in a way that was clear- he didn't believe a word you were telling him.

“Yeah,” you confirmed.

“Don't lie to me. You got that “just fucked” face.”

“Damn, I… He went down on me, that's all.”

“You let him go down on you? On that pussy?”

If you didn't know him, his tone might have seemed detached. But you had known him for a long time, and the surprise mixed with jealousy didn't escape you. Actually, it was even more than a surprise. Almost a shock.

You even felt like he was holding back from saying “my pussy.” But he had been clear about you two. Fun.

“Why do you care? You don’t want anything serious.”

“He ate you with your wet panties on? He pushed them to the side?” You nodded shyly, almost embarrassed.

“Fuck, come here,” he said, grabbing you by the hips before pulling you back towards the couch, your feet dragging in an attempt to keep up with his pace.

He pushed you roughly to sit you down and knelt down in front of you. He pulled your dress up and practically ripped your panties off, and yanked your hips towards the edge of the couch.

“I think this pussy needs to remember who makes her come,” he growled, already pushing two fingers inside you. “You're fucking soaked. You came in his damn mouth?”

“Yes I… Fuck, Joel!” He was fingering your pussy quickly, as if he wanted to remove any memory of any man other than himself.

“Was he good at it?”

“Yeah, he was perfect. Made me come so quickly.”

He slapped your swollen clit and you whined, tears at the corner of your eyes.

“I said, don't lie to me,” he spat at you, stopping his fingers deep inside your pussy.

You lowered your head before answering.

“No, he wasn't good at it. Had to think about someone else to come. Had to think about you,” you whined. “Stop being mean to me, I didn't do anything wrong!”

“I need to remind you how this cunt needs to be eaten. Like the damn slut she belongs to.”

This wasn't the first time he'd degraded you. He'd noticed early on how receptive you were to it. And the way your pussy squeezed his fingers couldn't hide it, once again.

He settled between your thighs, lapping at your cunt still soaked with another man’s saliva, your pleasure and your desire for Joel.

He dove in like it was his last meal on earth, lapping, sucking, mixing his saliva with someone else's and he didn't care. Your hands tangled in his curls. Your orgasm was building and Joel stopped just before you exploded on his fingers and tongue.

“No Joel! Please, why did you stop?”

“I don't want another tongue on this cunt. Ya hear me?”

“But you said…” He slapped your clit again, making you whimper.

“Repeat it.”

“I… fuck, Joel! Jesus… You don't want another tongue on this cunt.”

“If I see you with anyone else again, if I hear about you with anyone else, I’ll spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit down for days.”

Your pussy clenched around his fingers without you being able to control your body.

“Jesus Christ, you fuckin’ like it? You want to get punished over my knee like the dirty little brat you are?”

“I… no, I… fuck…”

“Pussy's drooling even more. Unbelievable…” He started to finger you again, slowly, and placed his thumb on your swollen and sensitive clit, making you whimper. “You were a good girl, with proper manners. And now… can't think straight since you took my fat cock, right?”

“I'm… fuck. I'm a good girl.”

“Really?” he smirked darkly. “Good girls don’t get their pussy eaten by a stranger in a damn bar.” He leaned down and licked a long stripe from your hole already filled with his fingers to your clit, before stopping again cruelly. “Good girls don’t make their man jealous,” he added before diving between your thighs, fingering you fast and so hard that his knuckles tapped against your entrance. His tongue focused on your clit, swirling around it perfectly. 

“My… my man?”

He didn't answer, growling from the depths of your thighs, making you squirm on his fingers as he fingered you hard, until jets spurted out suddenly and wetted his face.

“Fuck yeah! that’s a good girl, squirting on my face, jesus, sweetheart…”

You were completely gone, not realizing that you were cumming on his fingers still buried inside you, until he replaced them with his tongue. He drank everything you gave him, greedy, eager. You kept squirming but his strong grip kept you seated on the couch.

When your jolts stopped, he grabbed your arm to lift you up and bent you over the dining room table. His hand tightened on the back of your neck, and he unzipped his jeans, lowering them mid-thigh with the other one, before sinking into you in one go, grunting like an animal.

He buried his fingers in the flesh of your hip, pumping into you. Hard, deep thrusts, growling “take it, just like that,” and you could only take it. Letting him feed on your needy pussy, on your low moans that he could barely hear, fucking you so hard that you were almost speechless except for the whimpers.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so good.” He kept thrusting in, filling you like only he knew how.

“Harder, Joel. Harder, please,” you begged.

“Jesus…”

Clinging to the edge of the table, you tried to remain as still as possible despite his roughness that threw you forward with every thrust.

“Say my name”, he said in a needy voice. You didn’t hear him and he scoffed. “Too cock dumb to even hear me,” he growled before spanking your ass, hard, making you squeal.

“Joel!!!”

“Oh, you’re back? I said, say my fucking name.”

“J… Joel…”

“That’s right. Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours.”

A second spank landed on your already red skin.

“Say it again.”

“Damn, Joel?! Your pussy… my pussy’s yours, damnit…”

A third spank, even harder than the other ones. “Joel, what the fuck??” you whined.

“Squeezin’ me so tight, each time I spank you… don’t pretend you don’t like it, dirty fucking girl.”

You didn't answer. He was right, you liked it. He knew it and you knew it. You liked his strength, you liked that he used you. You liked being his.

“I’m gonna come. Gonna fill you up, fuck!”

He shot his cum deep in your pussy and didn't stop thrusting, pumping you full until you milked his cock.

Your hand against the wood of the table, you were breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath as his heavy body pressed against yours.

“You said it was just for fun… What happened?” you murmured.

“Ain’t what I said. I said, your father can't know. The neighbors, your friends, can't know. But you… you gotta know. I don't share. Got it?”

“Yeah… got it.”

You smiled, feeling his breath against your neck, and his hand tightening on yours, on the wood of the table.

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[pathologicalreid]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeTkmpNy/ SPENCER MF REID 🙏🙏 can I pretty please request a one shot based on that video ITS SO CUTE

dewey decimal system | S.R.

in which spencer does the most spencer activity first thing in the morning - reorganizing your bookshelves

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who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff content warnings: i'm fairly certain there aren't any word count: 619 a/n: the beauty of this being my account is that, even though my requests are closed, i was able to exercise free will and write it anyway. because reorganizing your bookshelves unprompted is so something spencer would do.

The other side of the bed was cold when you woke up. Your desire to roll over into Spencer’s arms before getting ready for the day squashed by his absence. Aimlessly patting your bedside table for your phone, you checked your notifications.

You hadn’t received a text, there was no note left on his pillow.

Sitting up in bed, you frowned before climbing out of bed. Cringing at the cold laminate under your feet, you hugged your arms around yourself and mourned the feeling of your comforter over your skin.

To your surprise, Spencer was wide awake, standing in front of your bookshelf like he was an opponent ready to strike. Padding across the living room, you approached him from behind and wrapped your arms around his waist, depending heavily on his body heat to give you the courage not to run back to bed.

“Good morning love,” he murmured, voice gruff from lack of use. With a morning slowness, he skimmed his palms along your arms, swaying gently to the soft sounds of dawn. “Are you alright?” He asked you when you didn’t respond, too caught up in the feeling of him to speak.

Pressing your cheek to the fabric of his plain white t-shirt, you sighed, closing your eyes and breathing in the scent of him, the scent of your laundry detergent on his clothes.

“What’s wrong, angel?” He whispered, softly squeezing your arms before turning himself around while trapped in your arms.

You didn’t let up, forcing him to twist himself within the circumference of your limbs just to see your face. The maneuver was so notably ungraceful that you couldn’t hold back your smile, “Nothing’s wrong,” you mumbled, now pressing your cheek to his chest while he tenderly cupped your head. “What are you doing up?”

Spencer dropped a kiss to the crown of your head, keeping his arms casually slung around you while he nodded at your bookshelves, “I was reorganizing your bookshelves.”

Furrowing your brows, you looked at your previously unruly shelves. They had now been adroitly redone, no longer having books stacked horizontally and being put off for another day, “What do you mean you were reorganizing my bookshelves?”

“Well, initially I had planned on using the Dewey decimal system, which is how my books are organized at home, but you had such an uneven ratio of each category that I ended up doing it alphabetically,” he explained to you, lazily using a hand to gesture to your collection.

Catching a glimpse of the titles, you asked, “By title?”

He shook his head, “Author’s last name,” he responded as if it should’ve been obvious to you. Spencer’s arms tightened around you as he craned his head to nestle his face in the crook of your neck, “Did you sleep well?”

You hummed contentedly at the proximity you had to him, “Right up until I woke up and you weren’t there.”

“I was reorganizing your books,” he emphasized, reminding you what he had spent his morning doing.

Nodding, you shut your eyes, savoring the feeling of his fingers as they now skated their way along your spine, “It looks nice, Spence.”

“Did you want to read a book together?” He asked you, continuing his ministrations on your back.

Pulling away slightly, you rested your palms on his shoulders as you looked up at him, “What?”

He jutted his chin in the direction of your shelves, “There are some books that I shelved, I think we could have a good time reading one together.”

You raised your eyebrows, “You’ll finish way before me though,” you hinted at his reading speed.

“Then I can read aloud to you,” he offered, beaming down at you.

[importantangels]

Yes please 🙏

A/N okay, so I had no intentions of making a part 3 or even a part 2, but here we are, so I hope you guys like it. 💗

Fixing what's broken (Farewell kiss part 3)

Word count: 878

Remy Lebeau x Reader

Summary: Y/N takes the girls to see Remy

The mansion buzzed with activity, but all Y/N could focus on was the call she had gotten an hour before, which had come from one of the X-Men, who informed her that Remy had been injured during battle, which caused her to almost leap off the couch in a rush to grab the car keys and the kids. Her thoughts almost caused her to walk right past the door to the room Remy was staying in while he recovered, if it wasn't for Riley planting her feet and pulling Y/N to a stop, she would've walked with Rose until she realized. Y/N stares at the door for a moment, the girls taking that as a moment to speak to her before they see their father.

"Mommy, do you think Daddy's gonna be okay?" Riley's voice was timid, like she was afraid of the answer. Y/N tried to give a comforting smile, but she honestly didn't know how comforting it would actually be. "He'll be alright." Y/N's voice sounded unsure despite her words. She turns to Rose, whom she holds in her arms. "Ready to see Daddy?" She opens the door before Rose can do more than nod. When the door opened, Y/N's heart hurt at the sight of Remy lying on a bed, all bandaged up but still alert. There were cuts on his face and bruises forming everywhere that she could see. She didn't want to imagine what his bruising looked like under his clothes. "Hey, there's my beautiful girls!"

Remy's voice sounded much more energetic than his face looked, it probably hurt to smile from all the bruises and cuts. "Daddy!" Both of the girls exclaimed in unison, with Riley crawling up onto the bed to give him a hug and Y/N placing Rose on the bed to do the same. "Be gentle, girls, Daddy's still in pain, okay?" Y/N tells the two before stepping back and watching the sweet reunion. She felt relief and love, but the knot of worry she'd had since Remy left still hadn't gone away. "C’mere chérie. I'm alright, I promise." He spoke after the girls got comfy and snuggled into his side like they used to when they were babies.

Y/N stepped closer to the bed, and Remy reached out his free arm that wasn't wrapped around the girls, pulling her close. "I'm sorry for worryin’ y’all." He squeezed everyone closer in a hug before pressing a kiss on everyone's forehead. "I really didn't mean to scare ya." His words were directed to Y/N, he knew she probably freaked out when she got the phone call. Y/N closed her eyes, squishing closer to him. "You better not scare us like this again, Remy." She says it firmly. "We need you." Y/N opens her eyes, looking up at him, tears welling up in her eyes. Remy brushes a tear away. "I ain’t goin’ nowhere." He speaks in a comforting voice as he runs his other hand over the top of the girls heads.

Riley moves to look up at her parents, her brow furrowed. "Daddy, you have to be more careful!" She exclaimed, and Rose nodded vigorously in agreement. Remy chuckled softly but winced slightly at the pain in his ribs when he laughed. "I hear y’all loud and clear, I promise to be more careful." He tells the girls, knowing he'd agree to anything for them. "We love you, Remy." Y/N says this as she watches him interact with their kids. He places a sweet kiss on her lips before looking at all three of them. "I love y’all more than anything."

The rest of the afternoon was spent together, with the girl deciding to draw pictures for Remy to look at while he recovered and Y/N sitting next to him watching the girls run back and forth to show off each new piece of art. The sun had started to set, and Y/N knew it was almost time to get the girls home, but she didn't want to leave Remy there by himself and knew the kids wouldn't want to go either. "Remy, I think it's time I took the kids home, probably should make dinner and give them a bath." Her voice was quiet, like she didn't want him to hear the words. Remy's face turned into a small frown as he spoke. "Already?" He asked, looking towards the window, seeing the sun setting and the sky getting dark. "Yeah, but you'll be able to come home with us soon." She tried to comfort him with her words as she stood up from the bed and stretched.

"If you want, I can call you before they fall asleep, so you can say goodnight." Y/N offered as he sat up a little, looking tiredly at the girls who were still drawing. "Yeah, that would be great." He still looked sad, but slightly more cheerful. Y/N steps towards Riley and Rose before speaking up. "Okay girls, let's clean up so we can go." Her words were met with lots of 'no's', but Remy reassured them that they would come back tomorrow to see him. It wasn't like he was going anywhere, right?

[kazusrightmole]

THE START OF A GOOD DAY

small note: i ❤️ kazutora smm (esp his timeskip version damn i love myself a traumatized man who realized his wrongdoings and strived to change himself for the better 🙏 so have a househusband timeskip kazutora short drabble bc i desperately need MORE content of him in pazuribe🙁🙁)

KAZUTORA halted in his movements at mincing the vegetables on the cutting board when he felt your sleepy figure latching onto him. Once he realized that it was you, a soft hum escaped his lips as he continued doing his task, paying no mind to your figure latching onto him like a koala. You then proceeded to bury your face into his side as you observed his movements with slight curiosity. The golden accessory wrapped around your husband’s finger twinkled in the daylight, indicating that this moment between you two wasn’t an illusion.

You couldn't help but smile at the thought as you looked down at your left hand with pure adoration, the one where it held the other half of the golden ring. The ring then twinkled in response, as if reading your thoughts. Heh, you almost couldn't believe you’d managed to score a guy like him.

Unbeknownst to you, the serene smile never left your face as you remained latching onto Kazutora while watching your husband’s movements in amusement. Your husband slightly hoisted the cutting board and swiftly pushed all the minced vegetables into the boiling pot with the knife.

“Sweetheart, do you mind letting go for a bit? You might get yourself hurt,” Kazutora said with a soft smile, gesturing for you to wait by the dinner table while he prepared breakfast for the both of you. After voicing his words, he soon reached down to softly peck the top of your head before returning to his task at hand, hoping that would satisfy you and that you would sit by the dinner table like he told you to.

Your cheeks grew warm at his affection before you responded to his statement by tightening your grip on his apron-wrapped torso. You silently shook your head in embarrassment as you shifted your face from his side to his back to cover the blossoming heat decorating your face.

Kazutora remained focused on his task. After leaving the boiling pot alone, he shifted his attention to the cooking pan beside it. He then thoroughly mixed the rice in the cooking pan with a spatula while slightly hoisting the pan in the air so he wouldn’t have any trouble taking care of some grains untouched. The natural color of the rice was gradually replaced by golden brown.

“Oh? Flustered now, are you?” Kazutora let out an amused chuckle, despite the inaudible sigh that escaped his lips a moment ago when he noticed that you weren’t planning to let go. He might be a changed man, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn't take advantage of your flushed state.

“Oh, shut up,” you quickly retorted with a sleepy grumble before nuzzling your face deeper into his side and tightening your grip around your stupidly attractive husband.

“Well, you’re always free to try that out later,” Kazutora cheekily responded to your retort in a heartbeat. That familiar, signature grin of his was undoubtedly plastered across his face right now, as you could feel the chuckle reverberate from his chest despite your position.

“..Ugh, goddamnit, Kazutora, you know I don’t mean it like that…”

At this point on, you think it's safe to say that your morning routine with your husband went well, even though you two spent most of your time bickering like children until the rice almost got burned to a crisp—but overall, it was nice spending time with your husband like this as a married couple. Despite this, you admit that you couldn't maintain your gaze on him, as he would occasionally cast a teasing glance your way from the corner of his eye.

However, you find yourself realizing that spending this moment with your husband—behaving like kids while still being two idiots in love—made you realize just how much you were willing to risk everything to see this man happy.

TAG LIST; EMPTY SLOT

— MASTERLIST

[roosterforme]

Can i request some smutty bob x maria goodness pls 🙏 I'm desperate to know what happens in that apartment after hours 👉👌👅👀 thank yew

Let's not forget the first time Maria invited Bob to bed.... that's right here. But once things are established, they get at it all the time. Here's a peek at their "after hours" activities:

Maria was not one to wait around for a man. In fact, she never ever had before she started dating Bob. Now she found herself constantly waiting for him, and it didn't bother her one bit. She faithfully waited for him to return from his deployment after scaring herself into thinking he would dump her before he left. He didn't. He never planned to. And he spent hours proving to her how desperately he wanted her to still be his when he got home.

Tonight she took a shower after taekwondo and made herself a snack while her roommate turned boyfriend played his Dungeons & Dragons campaign. She noticed his copy of the Players Handbook was open on the coffee table when she took her bowl of ice cream to the couch.

"The Rope of Entanglement," she muttered, skimming the page about rare magical items. "Fascinating."

She didn't play herself, but Bob had for over a decade, and she actually found it hot. Somehow he checked her top two boxes at the same time: a strong guy who could match her enthusiasm in bed and a sweet nerd who she could make blush. He kept gifting her his favorite, most sparkly dice, and she had them lined up on the vanity in her bedroom. Well, their bedroom. The second bedroom was basically vacant once again.

When she finished her ice cream, her gaze fell to the book once again, and she smiled knowing Bob would be home soon.

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"Maria?" Bob called out as soon as he got home. Her taekwondo class let out hours ago, and just as he did every week now, he contemplated skipping out on his friends to spend more time with her.

"In the bedroom," she replied, and he started kicking his shoes off. His recent deployment had been long and lonely, especially now that he had a girlfriend and an apartment that really felt like home.

When he reached the doorway, he froze. His girlfriend was laying in bed wearing his bathrobe which was way too large on her. "Hi," he murmured, licking his lips as his hand settled next to the fly of his jeans. "What are you doing?" he asked

She shifted a little bit, and Bob could see her dark, furled nipple peek out from the robe as she pulled the sash belt free. "You left your Dungeons & Dragons handbook open again," she whispered, wrapping the belt around her wrists. "I was reading about The Rope of Entanglement. I thought we could have a little fun?"

Bob swallowed hard. "Technically I should roll for a dexterity saving throw right now," he grunted, unzipping his jeans. "But I think I'd like to show you my rope trick instead."

"What's your rope trick?" Maria asked, eyes lighting up as she sat on the edge of the bed.

Bob stopped right in front of her, leaned down, and deftly tied her hands behind her back with the belt. Then he pulled himself free from his jeans, and guided his cock to her lips.

"It's a spell. You have to touch my rope and make it hard. Then it will rise up in the air."

Bob's eyes rolled back as she kissed him and lapped up the bead of precum forming. "Is this really a D&D spell?" she asked before parting her lips.

"It absolutely is," he whispered, tracing her lips with the tip of his cock.

"I can't believe you play this filthy game with your friends," she replied, taking him deep with one fluid motion.

Bob moaned and let his fingers sink into her curly hair. "Somehow it's only filthy when I tell you about it."

Once she had his cock sloppy with her saliva, Bob pushed her down onto the bed and fucked her with her hands pinned beneath her body. Her tits were bouncing beautifully, and her voice was rising in pitch as she chanted his name. Bob finally had a girlfriend who seemed to enjoy his nerdy side every bit as much as she enjoyed having sex with him.

"You look so pretty like this," he mused between labored breaths as he fucked her harder. "Gonna look even better when I cum on your tits." And she did. She really did as she writhed beneath him, hands tucked snug beneath her as he jerked off onto her chest.

[crisiscutie]

Heeeyy,I would like to please make a request😭🙏First I would like to reveal that I'm not the person who made the robot darling request but I wanted to make one based on that because I have a slight different version of that beautiful request in mind-

Hear me out please,a robot darling who's created specific for Sephiroth to breed with(she has certain artificial organs to make that happen,all for plot purposes XD)....and she has many modifications in her vag for example one of them is that her puss internally vibrate really hard (to milking him I think) or things like that,that can make seph go literally wild

So well,like in the original request Sephiroth was slightly weird with her and he refused to have segs but after spent time he learns that she's more human than many humans that he had know,and he decides to give it a slight try on have intimacy with her (with condom) and he gets completely hooked on her,and the extra pleasure that he can feel thanks to her modification

So that would be all,according to my silly brain this might be something interesting for you to think and write about, I think���,sorry the text is so big and thank you if you took the time to read up to this point,take your time to think about this and thanks for all you give us in this beautiful account :)

I'll give this a try.

Pairing: Fluffy Sephiroth/Fembot Darling

Content Warning: NSFW. Body modifications.

Sitting politely on his bed, you patiently waited for your master Sephiroth to get ready.

Since he had recently expressed a desire to try intimacy with you, your programming enabled you to select the perfect lingerie.

All based on the information you had already known about him, and his preferences stored in your database.

You smiled at him warmly as he came out of the bathroom, shirtless but still wearing his dark pants. You rose, interlocking your delicate hands with his large ones.

Even an android like you saw past his stoic facade. From his nervousness to the faintest trace of a blush on his face, he had a way of showing his true emotions.

"You look stunning as ever, Lord Sephiroth... Are you comfortable to proceed?" You asked.

He nodded his head and passionately kissed you, his hands roaming your synthetic curves.

As you both lowered to the bed, he seemed unsure of what to do or say next.

So you took the opportunity to eagerly show him your capabilities.

"Shall we try the missionary position?" you suggested, spreading your cunt.

His slit eyes dilated at the sight of your welcoming, meaty cunt while his cock strained against his pants.

"Or would you rather I take you in the missionary position?" Your robot clit engorged, transforming into a fully formed cock. You gave it a few teasing strokes, pre-cum oozing from the bulbous head.

You then suggested that both styles were possible and other positions can be tried by you two as well.

Sephiroth suppressed his gasp and blushed deeply in response, undoing his belts and freeing his needy, throbbing cock.

"Let's go with the first option for now," he mumbled. You nodded happily, your cock reverted back to its clit form.

He plunged his cock into you, softly moaned while feeling your walls immediately vibrating around him.

By adjusting the settings, you intensified the vibrations, making him pant and the veins on his shaft pulse.

You tilted your head, gently smiling at him. "I can do more, Lord Sephiroth..."

Swapping to another function, your walls constricted around his cock harder and created a powerful suction-like effect, gulping his cock like never before. You wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping him fastened to you.

Sephiroth let out a deep, primal grunt. His nails sunken into your synthetic hips, as your artificial cunt sent him into a frenzy. If he didn't have so much self-control, he would've rearranged your insides by now.

He withdrew from your cunt, slathering your belly and tits with his seed.

You cupped his cheek, somewhat concerned. "Lord Sephiroth? I hope I didn't overstimulate you..." He panted softly into your ear, his body recovering from his first orgasm.

He grabbed your hips again, slamming his cock back into you.

"...I want more." His voice took on a strange, dark tone that you haven't heard before.

For the rest of the night, he pounded away at your cunt, taking no time to stop or catch his breath.

Looks like you won't have much trouble with breeding him when the time comes.

[jev-urisk]

A Musing Monday 🎐

Today i'm musing about connections and how they are often synonymous with our opportunities, our ability to survive, and our thoughts- therefor changing who we are and who will become. Also coin metaphors 🪙

Last Tuesday out of the blue one of my partners was laid off, he started a new job two days later because he knows people who work at a cabinet mill. 🙏

My family made the most healing ratatouille that we ate off of all weekend because someone I know from work had too many eggplants. 🍆📈

We got our house thanks to the efforts of a friend with a real-estate license. I got the contact info for my current therapist from a girlfriend. I have a song stuck in my head from a child I work with and I pick up catchphrases from people on tv and I know how to do pushups for the 1st time in my life bc an online friend taught me how. 🔥💪

Its fun and frightening to think about- that we are obelisks of pennies created from every person that gave us their two cents 🪙🪙

If every trait, thought, inclination, or idea of yours was a coin- which of your coins are old, passed down through the generations until they were shuffled into your hands? Which are invaluable? Like my dads tendency to accept things (like my gayness and transness and polyness) as long as no one is getting hurt, which I know he got from my grandfather ❤️. Which coins are a burden you dont know how to get rid of? Like my mother's propensity to say "It could be worse, think of__ (children in Africa, Houseless folk, etc)" which has become my tendency to minimize my own experiences and neglect to give myself breaks 🫠. Which coins did you find on the sidewalk and which sit with you in your car? Which are made of metals you're allergic to? Which are tarnished and scratched but still good? Which coins of yours are most valuable to you? 🎐

There are so many times in my life where I felt like I couldn't get a leg up, and the only way I got through was stacking pennies, adding up my connections and the ghosts of connections past to try to escape the pit..

With that in mind I want to take a moment to shout out the change (🥁) that others have gifted me with recently, cuz boy buddy have I needed to stack pennies lately, but have been so blessed to have so many new coins.

Thanks @sableglass, the fire you put into the world ignited action into me. I spent a year lamenting the loss of a job until your 'fuck it we ball' attitude inspired me to get resolved about that 🤽‍♂️. I got a job offer today. You helped me get here.

Thanks @the-golden-comet , you were one of the first writblr blogs I came across. You shaped my idea of tumblr to be something positive and uplifting during a very hard time for me 🫂. Your stories are so free and wild (🐳💦) and wonderful that they changed my outlook on being a writer and that what im 'allowed' to put in a story is anything but a limiting factor. You taught me that the course of a day can be changed with a simple frog gif and that you dont necessarily need to know someone to know how much they care. 🐸💕

Thanks to @tragedycoded for DMLS and @words-after-midnight for Libaw. Yall write the mentalscape of various conditions so well that im taking better care of myself 🧠🌿. I'm more proud of the work I've put into myself. And i'm becoming proud of the person I could have become but didn't.

Thank you to @lychhiker-writes for being my first homie on tumblr and for letting me vent my various frustrations into your dms 😏😅, and for being a brave and honest alpha reader for 7C.

Thank you @wyked-ao3 and @cowboybrunch and @gioiaalbanoart for being such great cheerleaders for my writing 😭�� seeing yall connect and feel your feelings in my comments gives me so much hope and happiness and I honesty dont thank yall enough. I finally finished ch8 (no, really, check the doc 👀) and your encouragement helped me really embrace Seeker, who I used to think was too boring, and get that chapter finished 🏁.

There are so many others and I'm sorry for not naming them all 🙏 but if I have read your work, thank you. If I follow you or you follow me, thank you. If we have ever bonked together in a discord chat like two wayward beyblades 💞- *Thank You*

Today, I feel like I'm finally out of the pit, and it's thanks to the random 2 cents and spare change yall have gifted me. Your influence is priceless. 🥰💰

(Still no taglist for Monday posts yet, hmu if you'd like to be on it!)

[yyuangss-main]

❝LA MAS PERFECTA — SPIDERVERSE HCS

summary ; miguel with a hispanic girlfriend who may not seem like she’s of hispanic descent and she feels insecure about it.

pairing ; miguel o’hara x hispanic fem!reader (reader’s race is not stated)

note ; the way i reached my target audience with my baile hcs 🙏 to the lovely anon who requested this, mwah <3 tysm for giving me the opportunity to write more especially for miguel. lastly, it was requested the reader be white & mexican if possible so i wrote it in mind but feel free to imagine it as you wish.

• — miguel o’hara !

you might not tell him but miguel is quick to catch onto the insecurity. he’s very observant to your body language or the way your eyes shift from him.

he first noticed it when he was speaking to you in spanish. you were hesitant to respond but did it either way. miguel will ask you if everything’s fine and when you say yes, he drops it. he was kind of curious though he never wants to pry if you don’t want to talk about it.

he’ll eventually put the pieces and he ends up so confused. why do you feel this way? miguel thinks there’s no reason for you to compare yourself to others of your race. you’re perfect just the way you are.

it starts bothering miguel a little too much, narrowing his eyes as he tries wondering what bothers you so much. he’s not one to beat around the bush so he will be up and front about it. he will get an answer from you. you’ll tell him you feel a bit excluded and he’ll ask you for what reason specifically.

if you tell him it’s because you can’t speak spanish well, or feel like you can’t, he just tells you, “so what?” at least you’re making an effort and learning. there’s some that won’t even try or don’t know a single word. now that, he says, is something different. he’ll tell you that you speak it perfectly fine to him and that’s that.

if you tell miguel about your skin tone, he’ll stop you right then and there. he tells you that it should be the least of your worries because all hispanics don’t have the same skin tone, so you don’t need to fit what you think is the stereotype is and it’s what makes us so unique.

maybe you’ll say it’s because you’re not so inclusive on what your culture does. he sigh and place his hands on your shoulders, making you look at him. “just because you don’t celebrate them doesn’t mean anything.” he doesn’t celebrate mexican traditions as much either.

but when you mention that, he definitely starts looking into traditional celebrations that might be held nearby so he can take you. he’ll tell you about it in hopes that you’ll want to go and check it out with him.

even attempts to get you to go dressed with traditional clothing to that certain celebration. you told him you’d do it if he does it and he’s dressed up in a heartbeat.

when you see miguel come out of the room in the festival’s clothing, you can’t help but laugh. there’s a small smile that appears on his face briefly. you barely see him in anything else besides his red and blue spider—man suit. meanwhile, as you’re enjoying your time laughing, he’s admiring how perfect you look.

the entire time at the festival, he’s pointing things out and telling you what the whole purpose of it is. he’d spent his entire night researching about it so he can tell you. he’ll even encourage you to participate in the dances or small games they have set out.

tell him you want him to join you and agrees to it. he feels happy to know you want him to experience this moment alongside of you.

after the festival is over, you thank him a lot for doing this for you. let him know all your favorite things you two did today. you’ll thank him and say that you finally didn’t feel insecure about yourself. he’ll be happy and gives you a kiss on the cheek, complimenting you about how perfect you look.

“pero sabes algo,” miguel fixes the flower you’d tucked by your ear. he leans down, pressing a kiss to your cheek and lingering there, “tu fuisteis la mas perfecta de todas.” his voice says in a whisper, wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing you into a tight embrace. (t: but you know what, you were the most perfect girl from all.)

[tangyangie]

Hello!! I have a request if I may how about an s/o that has a crush on Karma and it's obvious but Karma always rejects them so s/o starts to move on and then that's when Karma realizes that he loves them.

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 🍥

desc. karma x gn!reader that had a crush on him, but rejects them. they move on, when karma realizes his feelings for them.

notes. i'm not sure if this was supposed to have an ending or not so i just left it kind of... tell me if there's anything you want changed i totally will!

you were always teasing each other.

with the amount of time you guys spent flirting, it was inevitable that at least one of you would fall in love.

and, oh, i guess you were the lucky one.

you're constantly making suggestive jokes to each other. it's not your fault you were getting mixed signals.

you were crazy for him!! you thought he was too.

you even told all of the others in class.

"i think he likes me back, but i'm not sure."

"are you kidding?? he's totally in love."

at one point, you had been ready to confess. but, you got nervous. and crapped out.

you kept giving him hints, but he either never took them, or he ignored them. you couldn't figure out which.

it was so nerve wrecking. karma was impossible to read, so you had no clue if he actually liked you back or was just being friendly.

so... you decided to test the waters.

you passed him a note during class. wasn't out of the ordinary for you guys, but the contents were.

you asked him to go out for a picnic. you thought that you'd act super mushy and romantic, hopefully wringing a confession from him.

and.. your plan was beginning to work. karma agreed to meet you, and you were being really touchy.

he noticed the hints this time, as well as the heat on your face. he took a breath, and said:

"uh, y/n... you know i don't like you like that, right?"

...ouch.

you played it off like a pro, laughing and teasing him for even thinking that. but, god, did it hurt.

he noticed. your smile wasn't as genuine as normal, and your eyebrows were turning downwards.

luckily, you were able to escape before things got too awkward.

and you were not someone to laze around all day out of rejection. you moved to get past this, hopefully finding a way to forget about him and move on.

you surrounded yourself with other people. some people questioned why you weren't hanging out with karma anymore.

but you just didn't want your feelings to affect your relationship that bad.

so, after a few week, you successfully began to rid yourself of your crush. karma didn't look like anything more than a friend anymore.

and so... you exposed yourself back into the dating pool.

you met this one guy who you really liked, who seemed almost... similar to karma, in a way. he was quite possessive and teasing, but he was kind. (mostly)

karma definitely noticed.

"who's that?" he says.

"...what do you mean?"

"he's... never mind."

he'd walk away and separate himself from you once more.

but this time, it wasn't for the same reasons as before, no.

this time, it's because he had fallen for you the same way you did for him.

and he just now realized, when it was too late.

notes: i am sososoososssoSOOO sorry for how long the requests are taking you guys 😭😭 i have been so busy the last couple weeks and have had literally no free days... so i swear i'll get them out asap 🙏

[eusuntgratie]

different banner bc this one is just a bunch of lines from my various wips that i've poked at recently. i tried to actually write and it didn't go well but i am rotating all my blorbos like rotisserie chickens in my mind palace which i'm sure will eventually bear fruit. enjoy some random sentences!

i wanna be adored (elliott lefevre from chambers x marco peña from kissing booth 2 & 3)

Marco tries to catch Elliott’s eye. He’s honestly not sure if he’s drunk or if he just wants everyone to think he is.

mechanic alex (firstprince) this one is so close to being done please sir can i have some spoons 🙏

“Oh,” Henry whispers. “You beautiful slut. Look at you.” 

taylor pov of the second half of chapter 3 of disaster (taynick) i'm thinking i'll throw disaster in a series and post some ficlets, taylor pov, etc when inspo strikes (aka when jon gives me brainworms)

A buzzing sound from Nick’s nightstand jerks Taylor’s thoughts away from all the things he could do to get Nick to make more of those delicious noises.

untitled raf/alex (what is says on the tin. i'm FERAL for these two)

“I’ve got you,” Raf tells him, stroking a thumb over his cheek.

ryliver villa fic

“You fucking slut,” Oliver growls right into his ear. “You could barely tear your eyes off of me long enough to tell her how pretty she is, could you?”

i know you can't ignore me (another taynick fic)

Taylor’s not sure if Nick spent all night fighting off memories of the night they spent together, but he certainly did.

i'm always happy to chat about any of my wips! feel free to poke me - maybe some words will fall out! open tag + some no pressure tags under the cut.

i'm scheduling for midnight my time so if you beat me somehow i'm sorry! i'll hopefully be snoozin'!

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@violetbaudelaire-quagmire @dragonflylady77 @cha-melodius @heysweetheart-writes @captainjunglegym

[sunoosets]

hi hi I really love your whiny subby sunoo fic and just all of your sunoo fics overall they’re my favs 😩🙏.

Just imagining making sunoo cum in his pants and how whiny he’d be. He’d beg for you to actually touch him but all you do his grind on him until he finally cums then when you finally ride him you overstimulate him by making him cum a few times and since hes so sensitive and whiny I think he’d cum a lot inside you and he’d get super shy about it.

two in a day, let's go😋 these usually take me a good few hrs bc i gotta make sure they're to my standard😓 so if ur wondering y things r sometimes slow, that's why. i rlly enjoy ur asks tho so a few hrs r spent well🤭

also thank u, i'm glad u like them<3

this one is subby sunoo ofc, lots of whining, begging, cumming, lots of cum, mention of cum eating, riding, grinding, humping, overstimulation... enjoy<3!

The voices had faded. The only sound to caress your mind was the heavy breathing beside you, and the frequent hiccup as the boy tried desperately to suppress his whimpers. A choked back sob, disguised as a cough into his shaking palm.

“Are you alright, Sunoo?” You whispered, faux concern written along your expression. As he could clearly see when you leaned in close and pressed your lip to his ear. He swallowed. “Y/n.” And then whined beneath his shaky breath.

“Yes?” You smiled along his jaw. Kissing sweetly, until his chin tilted upward, and his plump lips separated. He sucked inward, a harsh portion of air, which he swallowed thickly. “I’m gonna…” His cheeks flushed, and his eyes fell. “Gonna?” You teased, squeezing your palm around his aching bulge. He was rock-hard against your fingers, which danced along his sweatpants. Palm pressing down to taunt him, before you would pull back his strings, and slip yourself between the fabric and his hips. Fingers wrapping around him and then playing with his wet tip. You had to push down his hips each time he bucked. He hummed, and his eyes became blurred. They glanced at you. Softened crescents, as he bit into the plush of his lip. “Y/n, I’m serious.” He tried hard. So hard to remain sincere. Composed. He was crumbling, though. Falling apart between your cupped hands. You rubbed him gently, forming a clear pout in his direction. “Serious about what, baby?” A question he whimpered in reply to. Cock evidently twitching. Your fingers were stained with his pre-cum. It was as clear as day he was close. Humming back whines, holding himself down. Tearing his hands away from his crotch. You smiled. “I’m gonna cum.” He admitted, a faded red devouring his features. Sunoo’s voice was quiet, and small. So small, with an added hint of both embarrassment and shame. He lowered his head, only for your opposite hand to tilt his chin upward. His eyes were softened, and hopeful. You licked your lips and removed your tainted palm from his underwear. Raising two, pre-cum covered fingers. The arousal slipped sensually down the lengths, which you placed between your parted lips, and sucked clean. The pleasure mixed with your saliva, the taste making your lashes flutter. Breaking away from the eye-contact, Sunoo was surely despising. Or adoring too much. His breath hitched, and his two palms lifted instantly to cover and shield his flustered face. You watched his hips roll against the blanket tossed over him. It hung heavy on his hard cock, which he rubbed harder, until his hips snapped, and his jaw dropped from beneath his protective gesture.

He whimpered, body melting. Shoulders falling. “Baby.” You suppressed your smile, fingers touching. Sliding over his wrists. You lowered his palms. “Did you just cum in your pants?” You questioned. Your free hand pressed down, beneath the sheet. His fingers clamped down, over his lips. You squeezed the damp bulge between your palms and watched his face contort into a mixture of pleasure and discomfort.

“Come on.” You smiled warmly, pulling yourself away from his limp cock, and replacing it with his shaking wrist. “Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?”

You took him to your room, where he shifted. Eyes trailing against the carpeted floors. “Y/n, please.” He bit his lip, fingers trembling near his growing cock. Still, standing strong within his pants, creating a tight tent. You imagined his cock sliding in his own pleasure. Warm and wet against his pink, swollen tip. You kissed his heated, soft cheek, and tugged him toward the bed. Where you then hooked your fingers through the waistband of his sweats. “Lets take these off.” You smiled and slid them down to his ankles, where he then kicked them from his feet. Your palm landed on his cock, and he whined. “Haven’t you teased me enough today?” He pouted. “Can’t you just…” He paused and your eyes lifted to land on his features. “Can’t you just touch me.” He lowered his voice to a measly whisper. “Like this?” You asked, squeezing his cock once more. He whined. “Y/n.”

You smiled, pressing your palms to his broad shoulders. Stabilising yourself while you climbed your way into his lap. Your thighs either side of his, indenting the mattress. His chest heaved along your own, where you lay yourself closer. Sliding your clothed clit above his bulge. Lingering, just so far, he could brush you with his covered tip. “You’re teasing…” Sunoo groaned, voice whiny and desperate. His head rolled back as his fingers dug by your sides. Holding you firmly within his cupped palms. Sunoo tugged you. Heated core now flat against his hardened cock. He whimpered – a higher-pitched, muffled sound of missed arousal when you fanned his hands from your waist. “Awh.” You grinned, fingers raising to pinch at his cheeks. “You’re adorable when you’re begging to cum.” It was soft and airy against his lips, which you kissed shortly after. Fingers still pressed either side of his cheeks, holding him closer to the tongue you used to split his wet, moaning lips.

You then rolled. Hips dancing as you grinded on his needy cock. Making him twitch and pulse beneath you. Eager to be encased in your warm walls, wrapped up between your thighs. Sunoo’s hands landed against your lower back. Cautiously stroking the supple skin. Running circles with his careful thumb. His moans were suppressed.

“Y/n, y/n.” He gasped as he pulled from you. Panting softly. He was a mess. Hair teased and dampened by sweat. Soft, warm skin coated in a shine that glittered beneath these lights. His eyes were large and blurred, his lips plump and glistening. “I can’t...” He shook his head. A subtle shake, that let the strands near his eyes slip and obscure his vision. You lifted two fingers, removing the stray hair. “What, baby? Are you gonna cum again?” You spoke beneath your breath. Fingers dancing down toward his jaw. His brows cramped, and the silence spoke a thousand clear words. He then lowered his head. A small, shy nod. “It’s okay.” You cooed.

Your hips pressed down, until the pulse of your clit met his twitching length. “Y/n, I wanna feel you.” He murmured. Lower lip slipping further than his upper. His eyes pleaded. “Please, please ride me.”

He was desperate, and so you lifted your hips and took hold of his waistband. Dragging his boxers to his calf, where they fell to the carpeted floor. His cock ached, so hard. The tip curved and slid against his abdomen, smearing pre-cum along his porcelain skin. His head was swollen. Pink, and leaking. It dripped down his sides, as he whined and begged with his stare for you to take control. You lowered yourself, pressing the tip between your folds, and rolling. An agonizingly slow roll that frustrated the both of you. You smiled, however, and pressed further. Allowing his entire tip to be engulfed. Swallowed by you. You clenched around him, sucking his swollen tip between your walls. Sunoo cried out, raising his hips sharply, and pushing a good portion of his hardened cock deep inside of you. You gasped. Pulling him from you, you dropped against his flexing thighs, and squeezed a hand around his wet base. “Y/n, I-“ A rough moan. High in pitch. You released. “You’re so needy.”

“For you.” He dropped his gaze. You smiled and lifted once more. Balancing two palms on his shoulders. Shaking. You dragged yourself along his cock and slid yourself forward. Rolling hips, once more. Sunoo was a mess. Moaning, whining, whimpering. Stuttering out useless pleads, as he gave in to his desperately hard cock, and humped your bare pussy. He humped until he was a twitching, cumming mess of muffled whines. Your clit was greeted with a warm, wet mixture, that leaked between the two of your bodies. Your inner thighs, and his pink tip were stained with a clear, milky white.

The boy fell quiet. Teeth chewing at his lower lip in perhaps a sense of timidity. He was pink, almost as pink as his pretty, cum-stained tip. He wasn’t always so shy, but these moments were adorable to you. He whimpered, a mix of pain and pleasure, when you took his overstimulated cock between your fingers. You pressed it to your entrance and eagerly sunk onto him. Dragging his achy cock further until he filled your stomach and pressed an outline to your tummy. He bulged and twitched along your walls, making you clench around his entire length. “Y/n, Mm, too much.” His eyes squeezed shut. Lashes damp and closed over his wet gaze. He whined as you pulled up and dropped on his cock. Letting him slide out of you, and then fill you back up, like a cork within a bottle. He stretched you so well. Your hips were rubbing against each other’s, and your ass rocked on his thighs with each bounce. He whimpered every time you came down on him, stroking his cock with your warmth. “Y/n.” He cried, lips parted in pleasure. Two bounces later, and he was crying again. Cum shooting out from his overstimulated tip and filling you deeper. The warmth spread, making your stomach flip. “Just a little more.” You panted, fingers slipping down his shoulders, and leaving faint, red-tainted lines. Sunoo whimpered. “Good boy, good boy.” You praised, repeating yourself as his cock slammed into you. Rocking your body, and his exhausted one. You felt another burst of cum, at those simple words. He hummed, dropping his heavy head against your shoulder. His lips pressed into the space between, where he muffled his flustering whines. He choked back a sob, swallowing his vocal pleasure. His hair fell along your jaw, and tickled the supple skin, while you moaned his name in return. Head tossing with each drop against his cock. The way your pussy slid down his length had you a mess, just as much as Sunoo himself. He came again, so hard, the white pleasure had begun to drip down his base and your inner thighs. It messed his legs, and even the sheets beneath you. His hips snapped upward with each long spurt.

His hard cock had fucked you too well, and you clenched, cumming around his pulsing shaft. You felt him raise up and guide his cock further between your walls. He came again, with a harsh, pained cry. Painting your insides white with his milky streaks.

“Fuck, baby.” You cursed, breath still lost to this sensual dance. Your limbs were damp with sweat and entwined. Tangled, as he wrapped his arms around your waist and hid himself in the soft expanse of your hair. His nose slid toward your throat, where you felt him exhale large amounts of warm air. His lips brushed your tendon. “How many times did you cum?” You smiled, face dusted pink. Sunoo shook his head. You then raised him from your shoulder and suppressed the smile that dared stretch at his adorable visage. His cheeks were a deep red, and his lips were pink, wet, and soft. He averted his gaze, shyly turning himself away from you. “Baby…” You dragged out, a teasing smile resting sweetly.

“It doesn’t matter.” Sunoo murmured. Eyes straying from yours. “You were teasing me, it wasn’t fair.” His stare then set against yours, and a sense of faux annoyance dwelled within them. You narrowed your vision, lips curling at his cutely sour features. He then rolled his pretty eyes, and cracked a smile.

He was so pretty. Especially when he's cumming inside of you for the fifth time, throat raw from begging and whining like the needy sub he is🤭 You couldn't help yourself.

[garmmy]

garm's video game wrap-up 2023

past wrap-ups: - 2020 wrap-up - 2021 wrap-up - 2022 wrap-up

nearing the end of 2023 so time for the yearly videogame wrap-up of the games i completed this year...it's been another tiring year and i haven't played as much videogames as i would've liked;; but i had so much fun with the ones i did get to play!

- zniw adventure: ok so if you like either dinosaurs or 90s educational cd-rom games you HAVE to play this game. and i love both so even better!! the graphics and music are gorgeous, the dialogue is fun and it's really such a cute game. excited for the next installment 😭

- paranormasight: mystery-solving visual novel format my beloved...i'd been looking forward to this game for that and i couldn't put it down!! i think i rushed it in the few days after release lol. a fun little brain-twisty story and i love the chars too ;w;

- fire emblem three houses: YES i only took slightly less than 4 years to beat one route 😂it wasn't so much that i didn't enjoy it but more of..i guess decision paralysis during the free days 😅 but because of the sheer time i spent i am sooo attached to the 💛🦌kids now ;v;

- zanki zero: i am SO weak for found family so this game prob made me cry the hardest this year🥹🥹 and it was fun speculating the mystery of well..why they're clones and why humanity ended🥲 but heads up to ppl interested to look up the CWs if needed as it can be a bit heavy!

- i was a teenage exocolonist: from one 'we gotta rebuild humanity' game to another, this time on a new planet..it's very fun to explore and witness the challenges of settling a foreign planet, all while having to deal with human relationships. and the art+music is so gorgeous!!

that is my wrap-up for the year! my latest in-progress games are octopath traveler and soul hackers 2…i hadn't touched videogames for months due to fatigue, but let's hope i can complete these two next year 🙏

[jin-zixun]

Please share your ideas 🙏🙏🙏 my posts are meant in the most disrespectful manner possible 💪 feel free to add onto them

In that case...

LXC who 'forgot to mention' that his precious uwu baby brother he's always singing the praises of is, well, Like That. ("Oh, by the way, my brother can be kind of intense!" JGY: "Intense?" LXC: "...I'm sure it'll be fine! He'll love you!")

LWJ who just heard "He helped me when I was on the run. He's trying to get acknowledged from his father JGS. I want to help him." And knows Oh Shit He's Serious about this guy (or else why would he tell him anything at all?) But also looking at the situation does not trust MY at all. Thinks MY definitely somehow manipulated his brother, maybe playing the long game, maybe just to get an in with the heir/leader of a powerful sect and oh look it's paid off hasn't it?

MY who is still young and not quite naive. Definitely not unwise to the ways of the world. But hopeful. Wants LXC's family to like him, accept him at least, for the baby's sake if not his own because oh boy! He knows what it's like to be the unwanted child of a Sect Leader! Of course LXC will treat their child well, but will the rest of his family? Will the rest of his sect?

...And Also LXC who knows nothing of what happened with LWJ after he got back to CR while LXC was on the run other than he's married to Su She now (didn't he like Wei Wuxian?) and somehow Su She has some influence now over LWJ and the Sect. LXC assumes LWJ married SMS in some desperate ploy to keep him from being thrown out of the Sect but doesn't know why LWJ cared so much to do that to himself. He's absolutely devastated by this. Probably talks shit about SMS to MY before they've met, like "Su She was just an outer disciple and he wasn't even that good and he must have manipulated my brother into marriage somehow or he would have never settled for him!" And MY has no idea what to do with this because, like, 100% that's how people are going to be thinking about him.

But also! Prior to actually meeting MY, SMS is right there with LWJ on the suspicion train, because like. He heard 'Jin' and went with a hard no on that one. ("A Jin? Like... Like Jin Zixun? No way. 0%. Lan Sect can't be run by a Jin.") This lasts like ten minutes tops once he meets Meng Yao because of course he is *instantly* charmed. SMS agrees to work on getting LWJ to approve because oops! He and Meng Yao are kind of in the same boat here in terms of being disapproved of, and also MY is small and cute and vulnerable and needs to be protected at all costs??? And he is literally pregnant with the Sect Leader's baby??? Come on Lan Zhan! This is your new brother in law and he might technically be a Jin but he doesn't really have a family and WE are his family now!

And LWJ who has spent months learning to listen to SMS takes a few days of giving MY a hard time before agreeing that yeah. fair. He's family. And he shows this in like the most understated way possible that has MY feeling an overwhelming sense of relief without really knowing why, because like. LWJ just nodded and said "Mn." Is that really so big? But then LXC is moved to tears by that because he thought it would take so much longer and like wait is SMS a good influence on Wangji? That doesn't seem right?

(LWJ and SMS decide they are going to plan the wedding for LXC and MY and that lasts like almost an entire day before A-Yao is just like. "Yeah... I'm going to do it myself I think. Thanks for trying it's the thought that counts etc etc." And they're like. "But you are pregnant?" And MY is just. "Yeah... Still gonna do it myself." And then it comes out that LWJ and SMS's wedding was like. The most haphazard thing. No setting a date. No planning. Just happened. LXC is... Well he kind of figured that's what happened.)