#fucking finally I won the 50/50

[missusruin]

I am allowed one (1) self-indulgent gacha game post here a year and I'm using it to show my c6 Shenhe + wep I got with 450 pulls.

[cloudsrust]

(CW: Genshin Impact talking)

The fact that yesterday night I said fuck it and sketched a quick Baizhu headshot before bed after yEARS of wanting to draw him.. and today I stumbled upon the first leaks after a good while I'm-

[cherrynflowergarden]

angel baby || matt sturniolo (smut)

an; hellooo thank you sm for 50+ followers<333 i love y'all omg!! this is my first time writing a one shot and smut😥

matt thinks he just won the lottery. his beautiful, beautiful girl dressed up all for him. and only him.

after a long and tiring day spent filming for his youtube, he didn't think his day would suddenly turn good. seeing his girl friend, all dolled up in a new and pretty pastel pink colour lingerie, waiting for him, he swore he won the jackpot. all he needed now was to peacefully burry himself in her sweet little cunt.

her doe eyed almost glassy eyes made her look so innocent and naive; her actions however were totally contrasting to her looks. pulling matt inside the room she put his hand on her clothed breast urging her boyfriend to squeeze the soft muscles.

she's an angel. he thinks. groaning quietly, matt gently pushed her towards the bed. locking the door he slowly came up to her, like a predator does to it's prey.

"fuck angel, you look so pretty all dolled up for me. c'mon angel sit on my lap like the angel you are." he said as she moved to sit on his lap. grabbing her by her neck he fiercely put his lips on hers. slightly choking her with one hand, his another moved to grope her body. when he squeezed her satin covered breast a too forcefully she whined. the sound travelled straight to his dick and in a minute she was laying on the bed, under him as he left open mouthed kisses and lovebites on her skin.

"matt please, don't tease." she whined out softly which turned into a whimper when matt moved down only to lick and suck the soft skin of her thighs. he was so close to where she needed him yet so far.

"shush angel let me get the taste of those panties, yeah?" he licked a strip over her pink satin panties. as he continued licking her folds and sucking her nub over the cloth, she grew desperate and impatient. "fuc- matt please no more teasing please" whimpers leaving her mouth as he ate her out over her panties. "baby please, let me enjoy the taste" he said as divided down in her clothed pussy. "mhm mmm m-matt shit oh oh god mmm" her mouth hung open in moans as matt pushed her panties aside. running two fingers down her wetness, he spread open her folds. kissing her bare button of nerves, matt doesn't stop gulping her juices. not even for a second.

finally putting his index and middle finger in her, he moves to make out with her bundle of nerves. slightly biting and sucking her nub, while he fingers her to death? is this what heaven feels like? she thinks. however her last stroke was when matt came back to eat her out while his fingers were ripping her apart. he also caressed her clit in '8' motions with his thumb. this seemed to do it for her because she was cumming all over his hands and face with a loud moan.

"fuck angel you taste divine." he says as he 'cleans' her leaking juices and cum (making her more dirty and messy in the process.) he looks at her. fucked out expression. eyes still rolled back in pleasure. sweaty body. messy tangled hair. tits almost spilling out of her bra cups. and his favourite; panties pussed to the side while her juices leak and disappear in the sheets even after matt cleaning her mess.

he thinks he's the luckiest man on the earth. his angel looks and sounds like an absolute angel. yet the unholy things he just did with her was a proof that his angel is not so angelic. perhaps he was a devil. a devil set to ruin this angel. his animalistic ravage added to it. yet he wasn't satisfied. not yet atleast.

groping her right boob harshly, he leaned down to whisper "you already tired angel? too bad we aren't stopping till i rip this thing apart."

he ended up ripping the set apart that night. he also ended up buying a new set for her as a apology, knowing very well it will serve the same in the near future.

[lovelywingsart]

'It's not like I'm walkin' alone into the valley of the shadow of death Stand beside one another, cause it ain't over yet I'd be willing to bet that if we don't back down You and I'll be the ones that are holding the crown in the end

When it's over, we can say well done But not yet cause it's only begun So pick up and follow me, we're the only ones To fight this thing until we've won

We drive on and don't look back It doesn't mean we can't learn from our past And all the things that we might've done wrong We could've been doing this all along

Everybody with your fist raised high Let me hear your battle cry tonight Stand beside or step aside We're on the frontline'

'Frontline' - Pillar

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POV You're Miranda about to get your shit absolutely fucking wrecked by a human and 4 pissed off mutants

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A massive and very important scene in the Survival AU, where the unthinkable come together to defeat a common enemy-

The Lords and Ethan band together to fight Mother Miranda, ultimately winning their freedom and new life.

A story that could- and should- have been, giving the families a chance to survive.

//Finally, about 50 fucking hours later, this is DONE. IT'S COMPLETE.//

HAVE SOME EXTRE VIEWS OF DETAIL BECAUSE I LOVE IT SO MUCH

50 fucking hours.

I started crying once I finished it, because I realized that THIS is what I will be showing Neil and Maggie.

THIS is what I've spent so much time on.

THIS is probable the thing I will ever be the most proud of.

Literally any and all shares are so appreciated, I desperately do not want this to flop and will share it so many times if I have to.

[2bluetwo85]

Things that happened today:

Marc Marquez went from 14th to 3rd

Oscar Piastri was nearly passed by Carlos Sainz about 50 million times and almost got into a collision with him. Again.

Magnussen hitting Perez, retiring him, Perez, and his teammate Hulkenberg from the race. At this point, he’s trying to get a race ban so that Ollie can have another go at points (question: what team will he be representing in the standings?)

Ocon trying to overtake his own teammate, and getting collided with. His team boss? principal? (I still don’t know what’s going on with Alpine, someone tell me who it was) going on French TV and saying that there’ll be consequences. Or something like that. And getting a 5-place grid penalty for Canada

Rest of Monaco was pretty calm, but CHARLES LECLERC FINALLY FUCKING WON MONACO

That last fucking lap of Indy500. Pato was just so close

[cartierre]

LE PETIT PRINCE | ms47

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU mick schumacher x fem!reader

side note: i'm so sorry the plot here is kind of non-existent and it's literally just mick being boyfriend of the month but the request has been sitting in my inbox for quite some time and i felt obligated to finally finish it because i felt bad for taking so long.

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yourusername mick keeps buying me french books and says "i can teach you french" but really he just wants to spend more time with me by translating them to me

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user1 get yourself someone like mick who keeps buying you books ⤷ user2 you make it sound like as if books are actually expensive ⤷ user3 it's the thought that counts babes

mickschumacher you really cracked the code, meine liebe (my love) ⤷ yourusername it's because i've read sherlock

user4 i'm so jealous to my core

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yourusername livres et bisous (books and kisses)

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user5 the last picture is doing things to me ⤷ user6 y/n really won at love ⤷ user7 ik i'm so jealous of her

mickschumacher mon coeur (my heart) ⤷ yourusername mon ange (my angel)

user8 they're so in love i hate it here ⤷ user9 how can someone be as lucky as y/n fr

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mickschumacher back in switzerland before travelling up to belgium!

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user10 ugh he's so boyfriend ⤷ user11 i feel so painfully single rn

user12 legit every time i see a post of y/n there are books involved ⤷ user13 she's just like me fr ⤷ user14 our little hopeless romantic

yourusername i cannot believe you laughed at me when i cried at the book's ending ⤷ mickschumacher i'm sorry ⤷ yourusername you should be! at least bobby was there to comfort me

user15 y/n crying because she got emotionally invested in her book is so real of her ⤷ user16 I'm her, she is me

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yourusername i think i've packed enough books for the upcoming race week

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mickschumacher you think? ⤷ yourusername there's never enough to read

user17 maybe she could just watch mick race instead of reading her boring books? ⤷ user18 she's at like every fucking race, let her be if she wants a time out and just enjoy some reading ⤷ user19 also what if she has social anxiety and just doesn't want to talk to many people and therefore loves to read instead?

user20 i understand her struggle of never having enough books with me on vacation ⤷ user21 like at least 50% if my luggage is filled with books and then i always buy more

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yourusername mon petit prince (my little prince)

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user22 UGH I WANT THIS SO BAD

user23 y/n learning french with the help of mick and reading le petit prince is literally the most adorable thing i've seen all week ⤷ user24 i just know mick's really patient with teaching her french ⤷ user25 i didn't even know mick speaks french ⤷ user26 he grew up in switzerland, they get taught french there

mickschumacher your french is definitely getting somewhere! ⤷ yourusername i have the best teacher comment liked by mickschumacher

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mickschumacher ma rose🌹(my rose)

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user27 HIM CALLING HER HIS ROSE BECAUSE HE IS HER PETIT PRINCE i am deceased ⤷ user28 boyfriend of the decade

yourusername je t'aime mon petit prince (i love you my little prince) comment liked by mickschumacher ⤷ mickschumacher je t'aime aussi ma rose (i love you too my rose)

user29 this is it i'm dead, died of envy ⤷ user30 how can i live laugh love under these conditions

user31 biting my fist rn

[roe-and-memory]

every time someone says cars 3 is the worst cars movie another angel punches me in the stomach and pulls my hair.

this is probably just my intense special interest in the origins of nascar, but that movie feels like such a nice send-off for the main “trilogy”, and yes people can have their own opinions but i NEED to talk about how much this movie means to me

first of all, a major misconception is that lightning quit racing - he DIDNT! this is proven by both the end of the movie (where he says hes obviously going to keep racing) and cars on the road where, in the final episode, cruz and lightning wish each other “goodbye” and say they’ll see each other on the racetrack. he was only cruz’s crew chief for that one season, presumably healing from the trauma of the crash (because lets be real his ass did not mentally recover from that in FOUR MONTHS) and also waiting for a permanent crew chief to take his place.

second.. the sheer amount of detail put into that movie is INSANE. the racing center being shaped like grandstands at a track? fireball beach being both a direct reference to the daytona beach race course and also “fireball roberts”, a 1950s racer (he was actually the reason that firesuits were mandated in the sport), we meet a bunch of 1950s racers as well and just augh.. so good. also, the detail of thomasville being in north carolina is brilliant - N.C is the “racing state”, and thomasville speedway is based off of north wilkesboro, a track that was opened in 1949, and last used in 1996 (aside from the series of races in 2010), and it fell into disrepair. (fun fact, north wilkesboro is reopening in 2024 for the nascar all star race!! they fixed my bbg)

third. cars three brings so much more lore than the first movie did. yes, we knew doc raced in the 50s when the sport was getting its start, but in cars 3? they brought in characters based off of real 1950s racers (doc is based off of herb thomas, smokey is smokey yunick, lou is louise smith, junior is junior johnson, river is wendell scott, and leroy hemming is tim flock) (another reference in the movie is “jocko flockos party supplies” as macks disguise - jocko flocko was tim flocks pet monkey that was the FIRST and only co-driver in the history of the sport. he won a race with his monkey in the car with him :) )

as i was saying, the lore we learn is insane. we learn that lou and river had to fight for their place in the sport, which is similar to what both louise smith and wendell scott experienced in the 50s, they show us accurately how racing worked back then too - they didnt have fancy pits, they had a fence and a pit member with a sign that would tell them to come in the next lap for service. all of these cars are gen 1 nascar, which means that they were strictly stock - they had much more intense pit sessions than any of the other “built for racing” generations have ever needed. i recall watching a race wherein smokey yunick had to change the radiator of one of his racers vehicles mid-race due to a crash.

this isnt everything, but seriously for an animated movie about talking cars, they discuss grief and hardships and handle them so well its insane. i know cruz isnt everyones cup of tea, but (in reference to the flip scene at the end of the movie) watching cruz get shoved into the sport must’ve been insane for lou to watch. she saw herself in that girl. it wasnt some movie about lightning giving up, it was him sharing the torch with another kid who lost their way just like he had.

also i dont cry at movies but i literally bawl my fucking eyes out at the letters scene every time. its PATHETIC (its not im literally tearing up just thinking about it)

[aurorawritestoescape]

MORNING BLISS

Pairing: post outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Joel surprises you with a hammock and uses it to its full potential.

Tw: 18+ mdni smut, almost pwp, fluff, big age gap (reader in her early 20s, Joel’s in his late 50s), f!oral, somno, unprotected piv (wrap it up), creampie, breeding kink, pregnancy talk (not a lot), fingering, cumeating, swearing, pussy slapping, Joel can pick up reader.

Word count: 3,5k

A/n: I’m tired of winter and snow and would love to get dicked down by Joel under the sun. Thus the fic. Thank you to @milla-frenchy for beta reading😘 Hope y’all will like it!❤️

MASTERLIST

*****

The bright morning sun woke you up shining through a tiny crack between the drapes right in your face. You turned on your other side away from the light and saw the bed next to you empty.

You sat up looking around Joel’s bedroom and rubbing your sleepy eyes. It was 4:15 on the clock and you furrowed your brows. You remembered that it was his day off so he probably couldn’t sleep which wasn’t rare those days.

You sometimes teased him saying that old people always got up early. He grumbled at you but a little curve of his lips told you that he wasn't offended. He often said that the hefty age difference between you two made him feel younger.

You got out of bed to look for him. Joel’s tee enveloping you like a soft cloud and the wetness between your thighs reminded you of the night before. First you had made him forget his name sucking on his cock and then he’d fucked you hard and stuffed your pussy full of his seed. You felt it soaking your boyshorts as soon as you got up.

You could have gone back to sleep but the bright sun and the thoughts of Joel stole the last traces of your sleepiness.

You stuck your head out of the bedroom and called his name but everything was quiet. You went downstairs- nothing. The only other option was the backyard. You went to the back door, put on your zip up hoodie hanging there, shoved your feet into a pair of old crocs and went outside.

The summer sun blinded you for a second and you paused on the back porch. The rays were already hot but the morning breeze made you shiver and the skin on your naked legs erupted in goosebumps.

The backyard was quite big and it took you a few seconds to notice Joel crouching among the apple trees behind the bushes. The trees were old and tall and you loved sitting under them with a good book while the canopies were hiding you from the heat of the sun but still letting you bask in its warmth.

You stepped on the grass from the porch but immediately jumped back as the cold morning dew reached your feet. Inwardly you scolded yourself for getting so soft but that’s what the safe life in Jackson had done to you and you couldn’t complain.

“Joel!” you called, raising your voice but trying not to be too loud, afraid of waking up Joel’s neighbors. He didn’t turn around. The thought that his hearing had got worse panged your heart.

You shouted a little louder and he finally looked your way, got up and walked to you with a warm smile on his face. His forehead was glistening with sweat and his shirt was opened revealing a gray tee underneath.

“What are you doing over there?” You asked, hugging his middle as soon as he came up to you. The scent and warmth of his body enveloped you and you took a deep breath melting in his arms.

“Ehm..I have something for you.”

“Really? What?”

He chuckled, shaking his head as his big hands glided over your ass cheeks warming you up.

“Be patient, sweetheart. I need a couple minutes to finish up. Get me some water, would ya?”

You raised your brow. Joel wasn't one for surprises. He was loving, caring and sweet but loud gestures were not his thing, especially in your situation. Yet you saw his love in little things every day.

You pecked his scruffy cheek and went inside to pour him a glass of water.

When you came out again your impatience won over and you slowly walked to the trees trying not to spill the water.

You saw it immediately. Strung between two apple trees there was a light pink hammock. You came up to Joel who was tying one end of it to the trunk.

“Where did you find it?”

“In the clothing store. Thought you might like it. You always sit here reading and now you can lounge in this thing,” he replied, taking the glass from you.

“I love it, Joel! Thank you!” You kissed him and walked closer to the present while Joel was draning the water.

“It’s big enough for the two of us! Wanna cuddle?” you asked with a little bounce in your legs, your eyes full of hope.

Joel placed the empty grass on the ground and rubbed the back of his neck looking at the swaying bed.

“Baby, I’m too heavy for it. I ain’t risking your new reading spot,” he shook his head and offered, “Lie down and I’ll sit over there.”

He pointed to the spot under the tree and you pouted your lips regretting that you can’t enjoy the new bed together. But he was right - it didn’t look strong enough for the two of you especially with the canvas and the cords surely being more than 20 years old.

“Ok,” you sighed and stretched out your arm silently asking Joel to support you. When you got in, the bed swayed a little and you squeaked, but Joel immediately stopped the motion holding the bed steady.

“Scared little mouse. You’ll be fine,” he chuckled.

“Hey! How about you get in and risk falling on your ass!” You grumbled trying to hide your smile.

When you finally settled in, Joel sat on the grass facing you, leaning against the tree. He was intently watching you adjust to the new place, his face glowing with content.

“It’s amazing!” you exclaimed nesting in your new favorite spot in his house. Second favorite, you corrected yourself. The best place was in his arms without a doubt.

The material felt secure yet soft under you. You looked up and marveled at the golden rays filtering through the canopies of the apple trees.

“It’s perfect, Joel. Thank you,” you purred, lifting your head to give him a warm smile.

“I have a feeling you’ll be livin’ here now,” he said, feigning annoyance.

You giggled, putting your head down and closing your eyes. It seemed like you were flying, with the bed swaying a little in the air, the warmth of the sun relaxing you and lulling you to sleep.

It wasn’t surprising that soon you drifted off.

You woke up as suddenly as you fell asleep. Maybe the birds were chirping too loudly or maybe a hand gently caressing your inner thigh woke you up. You kept your eyes closed thinking that you were still dreaming. The hand slid up your leg to the apex of your thighs and you felt a finger caressing your clit over your boyshorts.

Your breath hitched when the finger slipped under the fabric and the skin on skin contact made you flutter your eyes open.

Joel was standing over you, his eyes glued to the place where his finger was swirling around your sensitive bud.

You moaned and he looked into your eyes.

“Sleep, baby, it’s still early,” he told you, his eyes dark and full of affection.

“Ahh, Joel,” you whispered, feeling a fire starting inside your core. “I want you.”

He hummed while his finger glided down to your hole to gather some of your slick. He brought it to your clit and you moaned louder as the added wetness made the caress ecstatically pleasant.

“Make me come, please,” you asked impatiently.

“Ya wanna come, sweetheart?”

You nodded your sleepy head. The sun was making you drowsy, everything felt more like a dream than a reality.

“Ok, baby. C’mon.”

You thought he was going to lie down next to you. But he took you in his arms and lifted your body, then carefully placed you across the hammock. This way one side of the canvas was under the middle of your thighs while the other - under your head. Your legs dangling without any support made the bed careen to one side but Joel hastily stood between your legs, clasped your thighs with his warm hands and kept you and the hammock straight. His hips were between your legs that way.

You felt yourself gush looking up at him towering over you, broad and strong.

“She wants you,” you purred as your fingers brushed your clothed pussy.

“I see that. Look at this needy wet spot.”

“Yes, Joel, and…”

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“Your cum from last night is leaking out”.

Joel growled hearing your words and in the next moment he kneeled down between your legs placing your thighs on his broad shoulders.

“Lemme see,” He almost whispered, fanning your crotch with his warm breath and making you whimper.

A nod of your head sent his hands up and he hooked his fingers under the waistband before peeling your shorts off. He was careful not to make you sway too much and fall and you helped him bucking your hips up. He put your shorts next to himself on the grass and returned his gaze to your now naked pussy.

He licked his plush lower lip and you swallowed loudly waiting for what he was about to do to you.

“Put your feet on the hammock, sweetheart,” he asked, holding your hips with his strong hands. You lifted your legs off his shoulders, bent your knees and placed your feet on the bed. Your pussy bloomed in front of his face and his satisfied groan mixed with the sounds of the early summer morning.

“She’s so pretty…and all mine,” he mumbled, pressing his thumbs to your folds and spreading them. Your clit was already pulsating and drops of creamy wetness beaded at your entrance.

“I’m all yours, Joel.”

“Good girl,” he praised you, brushing his fingers over your folds and then your mound but torturously avoiding your neediest places. You began squirming with impatience.

“Shh, keep still, baby, or you’ll fall. Let’s see what I left you last night.”

You opened your thighs wider and he pushed his middle finger into your hole, palm up. You gasped and your hips twitched making the hammock sway a little. Joel stopped the rocking with one hand splayed over your lower belly as his finger began rubbing your sweet spot. Drops of sweat appeared on your hairline and you opened your hoodie and lifted the tee. Joel cursed at the sight of your exposed breasts.

Then he pulled his finger out and raised it so you both could see. The pearly mixture of his cum and your slick coated his finger and your tongue darted out signaling him what you want.

He reached out his hand bringing it to your face and you hungrily took the glistening digit between your lips and sucked on it. You licked his finger and he intently followed every stroke of your tongue with his blown eyes.

“Will you put more inside me, Joel?” you asked when his clean finger left your mouth.

“Always have more for my pussy.”

You giggled at the ‘my’ and his gaze darkened.

“She’s mine, baby. You’re mine.”

“Yeah,” you whispered and felt the affection for him overwhelming you.

His hands glided over your belly and he rubbed your soft skin there.

“Gonna flood your little cunt… load after load.”

Then he placed his warm palm over your mound, squeezed it gently and you moaned at the pressure on your hardened clit.

“You lured me here to torture?” you whined and Joel glanced up at your needy expression and smirked.

He took his shirt off and the strain of his muscles visible through the tee, the wet spots under his arms sent a new wave of desire through your body.

He relaxed his hand on your mound and spread your folds with his thumbs again.

You tilted your hips so he could see your weeping hole better.

“Who’s lurin’ who now?” he mumbled with a lopsided smile.

First he kissed your inner thigh, darting the tip of his tongue out to taste your skin. Then he moved slightly to the center, took your lip in his mouth and sucked on it. The anticipation was slowly tormenting your aching pussy yet your orgasm was already building. Just the sight of that strong, broad man, the survivor, the fighter brutal force of whom was almost legendary, brought to his knees by your pussy was making you lose your mind. He was peppering kisses all over your mound and folds, his hands keeping you steady. His tongue was close to giving you ecstasy but he still was greedy.

“Joel, please,” you pleaded squirming under his torturous caress.

He looked up at you for a few moments taking in your shiny eyes, breasts glistening with sweat under the bright sun and he finally took misery on you.

The tip of his tongue flicked your clit and you jerked as a surge of pleasure shot through your core.

“Ahh,” you moaned. His expression was serious and focused.

“She’s so sensitive today.”

“You’ve been eating me out for so long tonight. She’s tired,” you smiled.

“Just love her taste, baby. Wish I could carry her around with me”.

You giggled merrily, startling a few birds and making them fly away from the tree above you.

He was watching you with love in his eyes.

“Let’s clean you up and then fill you again.”

He lowered his face and tilted the hammock up, making your hips raise to his mouth.

He pushed his tongue into your hole and hooked it up gathering your joined liquids.

You moaned, squeezing your breasts and twitching your nipples while his tongue was dancing in and around your hole. The sound of slurping quickly mixed with the bird chirping and your soft whimpers.

"Don't be shy, sweetheart. Wanna know I'm makin' you feel good."

"What if someone hears?"

As soon as those words left your lips you felt yourself gush more as the possibility of the neighbors hearing your moans burnt your core. Joel smirked, having noticed your reaction.

"Good. Wish I could let 'em know... claim you in front of everyone... Fuck you at the town square for everyone to see... to show them who you belong to."

His fantasy almost pushed you over the edge.

"Would you want that?" There was a glimmer in his dark eyes.

You bit your lip, your chest heaving while your mind was feeding you the images of Joel taking you in front of the whole town. You were so turned on it hurt and you wiggled your hips in a silent plea.

Joel got your signal and his tongue returned to your pussy.

He began plunging his hot muscle into your hole, rocking the hammock and making the momentum help him sink deeper into you.

You fluttered your eyes shut basking in the sun and the pleasure Joel was giving you.

Then his hands stopped the gentle swaying of the bed and you felt his slick-coated lips on your clit. He softly kissed it and then began expertly bringing you to the climax. He was alternating between sucking on your sensitive bud and caressing it with his tongue, swirling, flicking, making an absolute mess out of you. You felt your juices flow down to your tight ring and then soaking the fabric under your ass.

Your core tightened as your pussy began contracting around nothing, your climax approaching fast.

“Gonna come,” was all you managed to mumble before the waves of ecstasy overtook your body making you tremble and shake under Joel’s tongue. He quickly replaced it with his thumb as his mouth darted down to your hole to eagerly lap up everything your pussy would give him while his finger on your clit was prolonging your orgasm.

When your climax subsided, the burn of overstimulation made you push his hand away. Joel gently gathered the rest of your juices and began getting up.

“Fuckin’ knees will kill me later,” he growled stretching and shaking his legs. “But this cunt’s worth it.” He said with a smirk and gently slapped your soaked pussy making you gasp and jerk. A string of your slick connected his palm and your hole and mesmerized he slapped you again.

“Joel,” you whined trying to close your legs but he held your thighs open.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he apologized palming himself and you saw a huge tent in his stained sweatpants.

He tugged the waistband down letting his cock spring free so fast it almost startled you. It was throbbing, the red tip leaking precum.

“Does it hurt?” you asked ogling his shiny member.

“What? Having a big dick?” he joked making you smile and took a hold of his cock.

He put it on your lower belly and mound, his heavy balls pressed to your puffy pussy. His tip reached your navel. A drop of precum beaded at the slit and dropped into your belly button. You licked your lips.

“Not now, sweetheart, your pussy needs fillin’.”

At that he glided his cock down leaving a wet path and positioned the head at your slicked up entrance. He was steel hard and had to press the tip with his thumb to push it inside you.

Your folds parted for him as he slowly began feeding your pussy his cock, inch by inch.

“Fuck,” you mewled feeling the stretch but he was sliding in easily as your cum was lubing up his leangth on his way inside you.

Finally he bottomed out making you sway up in your hammock and began fucking you, thrusts slow but hard.

“Not gonna last, baby,” he muttered, breathing heavily. Joel grabbed the fabric at your sides and started rocking the hammock making your body crush into his. That way his cock pierced you as deep as it was possible and the head was kissing your cervix making you moan at every thrust while every stroke of his pubic bone against your clit sent you closer to the second climax.

At one point he let go of the canvas completely and was standing watching his cock dive in and out of your greedy pussy as the swaying of the bed was doing all the job.

“Fuckin’ juicy cunt…always takes whatever I give her…warm and tight,” he mumbled between sharp breaths.

Then he grabbed your hips, moaned and began pulsing inside you painting your walls with his warm cum. Your hand darted to your clit and you started rubbing it chasing your second climax. The sensation of him pumping you full to the brim made you clench his cock and you cried out tilting your head up and squeezing your eyes shut as your pussy was clenching around his cock. You put a hand over your mouth as your cries got too loud.

When you both descended from the high, your eyes locked and you smiled at each other. Joel carefully pulled out so as not to waste a drop of his seed.

“Ya feeling full?” he asked, pushing a trickle of his cum back inside your hole with two fingers. You clenched one more time around his digits and nodded.

Then Joel tucked his cock back in the sweatpants and took you in his arms to lay you down in your initial position. You could finally stretch your legs and get comfortable.

Joel picked up your boyshorts and helped you to put them on.

“Don’t get up yet, let it stick,” Joel murmured cupping your cheek still catching his breath.

“Yeah, but I can’t stay too long. Dad’s gonna be back from the shift soon.”

Joel shifted his jaw and returned to his spot under the tree.

After a few moments you glanced at him, lips pouted and tears glistening in your eyes.

“What is it, baby?” he cooed at you with worry in his eyes, “did I hurt ya?”

“No, no,” you replied, shaking your head, and then looked at the light blue sky peeking through the trees. “I wish we didn’t have to hide.”

You heard Joel’s heavy sigh and after a few seconds he spoke.

“I know, sweetheart, but you have to wait. The people…your father… he’d be livid. But when we get you pregnant I’m sure he’ll be ok with it… with me. He’ll be happy to have a grandchild.”

You put your hands on your stomach and closed your eyes wishing his words into existence.

You imagined the two of you walking around Jackson together, hugging and kissing, not hiding your love and a smile bloomed on your face. The sun was bathing you in its warm light and soon you fell asleep again.

*****

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[tamtuliko]

I have to mention a few more things about Great and Tyme.

Great said: you were dying for me that night.

But darling, you were dying for him too that night.

Their eye contact here is so much. You can feel need, lust, want, they are dying for each other. I know Tyme did it for recording, but dude was so into it.

Look at his face, for revenge my a$$, he was into it as much as Great. Also Greats hand on his ribcage. Oh boy.

The fact that we see both angles is such a masterpiece.

Like in Greats timeline it's mostly his POV, but here we are watching from both side.

We see Tymes POV and we see Greats as well. The camera work for this is so good.

Small details I think about it.

• Time for their $ex in real timeline and making love in Greats 4 minute limbo. I tried to zoom in and screenshot Great's watch, but I can't clearly see it. But I think it is midnight. This show is all details and the fact that Bible is wearing watch every moment and especially during their intimate moments, makes me wonder if the time was the same.

Another tragic thing:

Greats Timeline, they won Real Timeline Tyme left

Cross road and bridge

Decisions. Hard choices. Encountering a crossroad and not sure which way to go. Why is life so difficult at times? Life is filled with choices, both large and small. Some are minor, but others will be life-changing, one way or the other. We can not avoid them;when you stand in crossroad, you are at a stage in your life when you have to make a very important decision. Turning points & deciding moments. See Tyme leaves Great here, he made choice, not to use him, not to scar this broken boy anymore, because he saw how tragic Great is, and I'm not saying that Tyme is good guy here, or Great is oh so bad guy, they both are red flags, but here we see their characters better. Tyme, who wills to move forward, but refuse to use Great anymore cause he might develop some feelings towards him. Great, who can't go after Tyme because he downs even knows what he wants, just $ex? Hook up and all. Or to be ally and go against his father, let Tyme use him? He does what he can, avoids making choices, and calls his brother to reject him. This kid is all alone.

In Greats 4 minutes limbo, he and Tyme cross the bridge and go somewhere far away.

To dream that you are crossing a bridge signifies an important decision or a critical junction in your life. This decision will prove to be a positive change filled with prosperity and wealth in the horizon. Bridges represent a transitional period in your life where you will be moving on to a new stage, isn't this sad??? Great wanted to have better future with Tyme, to move to new stage not just to fuck up. Bridge could be symbolic of connection, stability, and progress. Often, when bridges appear it could mean you are encountering a new start, travel, different way of life or a change or transition. It is normally a symbol of hope and commitment. Also, it is a symbol of relationships with others, especially those with whom you have strong, lasting, and deep connections, and I believe Tyme and Great have a strong connection. Maybe fucked up one, but still.

Another small things I'm thinking but can't find the conection:

In Greats Timeline, this ball also fell in a hole when he was calling someone to ask what time it was. And then the time moved.

They show us time here 11:50 pm. Why?? There is no way they are just giving it to us...

<still>, I mean you can do research, but what kind of research this dude did, so he knows about Greats fear of dogs??? Suspicious...

We see these minutes in real timeline as well. Why show it us with so big numbers?

Their meeting at bar, can't see clearly is the watch says 11??

Finally, this Shot is crazy. Tyme you little piece of shit, you did enjoy it 🤣

2 more days to watch episode 7, hoping we will get more answers this time. Cause I need to focus on my actual life, okay???

[island-in-the-shadows]

Apparently some of all y'all hated the finale? Idk man, I had a ball!

Louis on a rampage? Iconic. 10/10 would recommend.

Louis kissing Armand in front of Lestat? Gagged. That was some reality trash TV behaviour and like Ouch Town, Population: Lestat.

The implication of Sam being a Deadmau5 type DJ? Hilarious

Daniel (with some help) taking a final fucking sledgehammer to the sham marriage? My Boomer son came, saw, won 3D chess against my blorbo.

Armand being...you know, Armand? Is that upsetting? That he knew? That he planned it? That he was directly antagonistic to Louis and Claudia? I mean...it's been nearly 50 years. My gremlin blorbo is as my gremlin blorbo does and that's why he's the feral racoon king of my alley aka Little King Trashmouth. Honestly I'm thankful to Louis that he only left him with a couple of scratches to his pretty face.

Louis really changed the locks and took the keys and was like gtfo bitch and he was so real for that. Yes, babe.

The reunion between Loustat? Random millenial being turned aside (cuz wtf was that?), it has been the ONLY moment in 2 seasons that has made me cry. The fact that they are the only two who can mourn their daughter, that they embraced in forgiveness and mourning? I couldn't, it was so lovely. And quite the open door.

Again, my boomer son....listen, this man gave zero fucks while he was still mortal. The fucks that he gives now with his (need to be more) purple eyes and fangs? THEY DO NOT EXIST. I LOVE THIS IDIOT. And lol ok yeah your maker made you out of spite, sure, let's go with that for now. Lol

Love that Daniel and Louis play telephone because tbh they both need a friend lol.

Louis removing the tree but having a portrait of Paul and Claudia's dress? 💔

Louis at them bitches: COME AT ME BITCHES

And now we know Lestat already said this was going to ruin the world tour, so...

Conclusion: It SLAPPED. Had a ball. 10/10 would recommend. I have as many complaints as Daniel has fucks to give.

[formulahs]

crazy f1 race rabbit hole part 2: canadian gp 2011 breakdown; or the one where jenson button was god's favorite for 4 hours straight (this is an all timer its literally in every top 10 list out there)

for starters, a bit of season background: this is the 7th race of 2011, and sebastian vettel won 5 out of the previous 6! he makes no mistakes, red bull makes no mistakes (sound familiar?)

like every race set to be a nutcase, it starts under safety car due to heavy rain. rolling start is only in lap 5 still with absurd spray and no visibility whatsoever, seb on pole pulls away with the ferraris trailing behind. then only three racing laps in, jenson gives lewis an incestuous kissy!

lewis out, safety car in. jenson who was p4 gets a drive-through penalty and comes out of the pits in p15. not much happens after SC ends bc the rain gets insane, and they red flag it on lap 25. now this is why this is the longest f1 grand prix to date: it was a TWO HOUR red flag. here's lewis and rihanna during the red flag (?)

another start under SC, back to racing in lap 34 and jenson somehow gets away with a collision 3 racing laps in again. this time it's with nando (after ferrari butchers a double pit stop which sees him drop from p6 to p10)

nando out, millionth SC of the day. jenson has a puncture and a damaged front wing, goes into the pits and comes out DEAD LAST in p21. rolling start in lap 41, seb pulls away in the lead immediately and starts setting fastest lap after fastest lap. kobayashi and massa are necking each other for p2 and schumi pulls a double overtake on them 🤪

15 laps to go is where i started to grip the edge of my seat. jenson makes 11 spots in 9 laps. yeah you read that right, he gets his ass out of p21 in lap 41 to p10 by lap 50. mclaren then makes the best decision they could've: they call him in for his SIXTH (6th) pit stop for fresh inters. every car in front has to pit after him and he benefits greatly from it, up to p4 by lap 56.

nick heidfeld crashes out his renault in lap 57 and guess what. SAFETY CAR. it benefits jenson immensely, getting him pushed up against schumi and mark battling for p2. also during this SC one of the marshalls FALLS ON TRACK (i thought i was about to witness murder on international broadcast)

another rolling start on lap 61. now to one of the hottest racing three-ways ive ever seen - schumi, mark and jenson spend like 4 full laps under 0.5s of each other. jenson makes a bold move on mark by taking the wet spot to get ahead and flies by michael with ease. lap 66 he's p2, seb 4 seconds ahead.

FINAL LAP (70). seb -who dominated the race through every crazy stint- and jenson -2 collisions, drive-through penalty, 6 fucking pit stops and was at one point dead last- are GLUED. and then bc god picked jenson several times that day... SEB LOCKS UP THE REAR. HE MAKES A MISTAKE. jenson takes the weirdest most impossible win ever on the last lap of a 4 hour and 4 minutes f1 event that saw six safety cars, about a bazillion damaged front wings, 6 dnfs and a marshall who probably saw the steps to the pearly gates. so intense that jenson was tearing up in the press conference

[starsandhughes]

Penalty Box Series— Quinn Hughes Edition (One)

23-24 Season Masterlist

next: two

sorry it’s short!

OCTOBER 11, 2023

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yourusername WELCOME TO MY POST GAME PENALTY BOX UPDATE SHOW: CAPTAIN BEST FRIEND HOME OPENER EDITION

z-baby and i (and mom & dad!) flew to vc specifically to watch quinn’s captain ceremony, and needless to say, i was a crying mess. quinn, i am so proud of you and how much you’ve grown. i know you were nervous and didn’t want the night to be all about you, but you deserve every last bit of cheers and applause for how great you are, how talented you are, and how much you’ve grown into who you are. you deserve all of it and more.

besides my wonderful best friend, one of your favorites and mine, garly, created absolute poetry tonight. in case you don't remember, garly got the final goal of the season with an overtime winner that got him a hatty— and tonight, HE GOT THE FIRST CANUCKS GOAL OF THE REGULAR SEASON!

and my beautiful blonde princess SCORED A DICK TRICK (four goals to those who are lame and don’t know what that is) TONIGHT! I WAS GOING CRAZY IN THE STANDS, BESTIE!

the canucks canucked around and found out! they won 8-1! what a marvelous start to the season and i’m so happy i got to be there for it! you guy are going to do amazing this season💙 i’m so proud of all of you!

p.s. i’m shamelessly the most proud of my best friend<3 i love you, quinny!

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[capitalisticveins]

Gavin and Guy (separate) HCs!

Reward for @free-boundsoul winning. These are my first headcanons back (this is a lie I have Solaire clan hcs i just dont know when I wanna post them) after a while of not writing so I hope these are up to standards, enjoy!

Guy once BEGGED Honey to buy tickets to see Wicked. Their job pays better than his (like infinitely better) so he couldn’t afford them. After like a week or two they caved and bought a single ticket for him.

He complained about it saying he wanted his “honey bunny booboo bear” with him and after another week of whining they caved again and bought another.

Gavin can’t stand citrus fruit but makes sure to buy some whenever he goes grocery shopping because Freelancer likes them

Gavin prefers games that are either straightforward or rocky with the meaning being unclear, no inbetween at all.

Gavin can pole dance and unlike Damien it is for sexual intentions. Only reason Freelancer doesn’t know is because they don’t own a pole.

Guy has met every character in the cast with the only exception being Caelum, Scorpius, Cicirnus, and Quinn

Yes, even Brachium. He died for like a solid 5 minutes once.

Gavin was egotistical as FUCK when he first coalesced. He thought he was just automatically better than everyone else and that’s why his relationship with Ophiuchus is non-existent

Guy has a fanclub he doesn’t know about, and Honey is the vice president of it

Guy, Geordi, and Ollie are all online friends. Guy and Geordi do know each other irl but they haven’t met Ollie

Gavin used to be teased for his long name, it’s part of the reason his name is so short now

Guy and Gavin are THE most flexible characters in the cast no I will not take any criticism at this time

Contrary to popular belief, Guy isn’t a big fan of pizza. On the rare occasion he does eat pizza though it’s New York Style

Gavin spent at least 5 hours on the internet looking for the perfect name for him when he decided to change it.

One of the many reasons Gavin doesn’t like Ophiuchus is because they keep calling him “Vindemiator” despite him saying he goes by “Gavin” now.

Guy owns a Miku binder ironically

Guy used to have those little fuzzy mohawks as a kid until he decided to get a buzz cut when he was 13 and grew it out ever since

Guy had his first tooth kicked out in a McDonalds play place

Gavin is actually pretty good at “Golf With Your Friends” after Freelancer finally got him to sit down and pay attention.

Gavin owns THREE mermaid dresses 

Guy can play the drums…he just feels like a drum guy

Guy is like…..wayyyyy too interested in the Hunting Adeline and Haunting Adeline. He doesn’t LIKE the books but he just…can’t put them down.

Neither can Honey

Gavin unironically listens to CupcakKe

Due to….habits… and him being a demon, Gavin can fit 50 marshmallows in his mouth. He doesn’t know this but Huxley would be the reason he found this out

His name was supposed to be a joke his mom made but Guy’s dad misinterpreted her intentions and told the doctor they wanted Guy to be named “Guy” with no further questions. Guy is putting him in the nursing home for this.

He was bullied relentlessly* for this in elementary and middle school 

Gavin scams kids on roblox for fun

Guy was one of these “kids” (This happened last week he completely trusted Gavin because Gavin said “trust me”)

Both Gavin and Guy like to think they can win a staring contest by closing their eyes and not opening them because “technically it’s not blinking”

Freelancer likes to let Gavin thinks he won but Honey just slaps the shit out of Guy and says “YOU HAVE TO FUCKING STARE”

*by “bullied relentlessly” he means “being asked why he was named Guy every week" with no malicious intent whatsoever

[melusinealarice]

I saw someone ask for this, and I want it as-well so Im writing it

Finnick and reader (y/n) screwing in the arena as a “fuck you” to the capitol.

A final, fuck you

Annie doesn’t exist, quarter quel, no established relationships, just enemies to lovers, sexual tension and an axe to grind

Warnings: cursing, smut, angst, hunger games so yk, violence, mentions of prostitution, porn with a little plot, If you wanna skip there I’ll put a huge red heart right before ❤️❤️‍🔥🩷❣️

Backstory: reader is 23, district 4 won 70th games, family was killed,

“Look at you,” you turn around to see Finnick, and turn away covering your eyes. “You know there are children watching this Odair, wanna put some clothes on? Or leave anything to the imagination?” You say, “ouch, feisty.” He retorts, tossing a sugar cube up catching it between his teeth. “What are you? 12?” You say rolling my eyes at him. God he is such a peacock, and it pisses you off so much. He just thinks he is god’s gift to man. “12 inches deep in your mom.” He says playing into the character. You try my best not to laugh, and Finnick can tell, “you wanna laugh and you know it.” He says, a smirk on his face. “Funny, hilarious actually, it almost made me not want to kill myself.” You roll your eyes, regaining your composure. “Well, we wouldn’t want that now would we, who would be the pretty girl on my arm?” He says eyeing me up and down, “we are wearing the same thing (y/n). You have no leverage here.” He says. “Yes, it seems ive lost my clothes, usually its just you dressed like a whore, i mean if the shoe fits.” You fire back, now it was your turn to smirk, “what? Cat got your tung?” His face falls, he looks, angry? He pulls you in so no one else can hear him. “Look (y/n), you dont know shit.” He whispers harshly, his grip on your arm tightening, his nails digging into the skin, you like the feeling. “So i’ll give you a warning, shut the fuck up.” He finishes before pulling away, his facade back on. “After you m’lady,” he says, a fake smile that looks teasing now, as he holds out a hand to help you into the carriage.

After that interaction meals are quiet, you had quit trying to talk with him, focusing on the task ahead, getting out of that arena, one way or another.

“(Y/n)?” Your stylist, Ines says snapping you back to the present, “what?” You ask. “Never-mind,” she says, waving if off. You’re about to enter the tube that will take you to the arena. “30 seconds remaining.” The speaker says. I step into the tube. “Good luck,” Ines says. “20 seconds remaining.” “Thank you,” you reply, “10 seconds” the tube closes, “5, 4, 3, 2, 1.” You start to move up. Sun hits your face, as your eyes ajust to the light you look around. Water, you’re completely surrounded by water, well, you know who this arena favors. You get ready as the count down starts. “60 seconds” you look around, Beetee and Chaff are on either side of you. “50 seconds” you look at the cornucopia, you’re facing it’s mouth, there are throwing knives relatively close to you. “40 seconds” you look for Johanna, the two of you made an alliance, she is your best friend and if you’re dying you wanted it to be with her. “30 seconds” you spot her, she is already looking at you. “20 seconds,” you get ready to dive into the water. “10,” you’re shaking, “9” This is really happening, “8” fuck. “7” just get to the cornucopia, “6” Dive as far out as you can, “5” get onto the rocks, “4” run as fast as you can, “3” dont trip “2” you’re ready, “1” shit. The cannon booms, you dive in, you pull myself onto the rocks and start running, not looking anywhere but forward. You make it to the cornucopia and grab the knives and the belt. The first cannon goes off, you look for Jo, and spot her, you run towards her, “Fight them off, Ill get Beetee and Wirus!” She yells, you throw your knife, it finds it’s way into a tribute’s chest, cannon, you throw a few more. “LETS GO!” You shout to Jo, “ok come on follow me!” She starts down a strip of rock, you dive in swimming along side her. You all make it to the beach and run into the cover of the jungle.

“Ok wait stop.” You say after a few minutes of running, “lets stop here and talk strategy.” “Good idea,” says Jo. “I think we should play evasive until we have no choice.” Says Beetee. You all agree. After a minute or two of talking Blight talks, “ok, lets keep moving, we’ll walk as far into the jungle as we can.” He says, “alright, take the lead.” You say, motioning for him to start. Jo and you bring up the rear, half defending half talking and joking. “Would you two focu-” blight starts to say but he is cut off. “RAIN!” You scream, tilting your face to the sky, but something is off, Jo notices it aswell, you all exchange confused looks. “Oh shit.” You say with Jo. Suddenly the ‘rain’ turns into down pour, but its not rain, its blood. Thick hot blood. You can barley see in-front of of you. Jo grabs your hand “RUN!” blight screams, starting to run forward, you start to follow as best you can but he hits something. It throws him back. “WAIT WAIT! STOP!” Beetee screams, “its a force field, other way!” He screams, the cannon goes off. “Damn it!” Jo screams, you turn around. Stumbling blind, you trudge through the jungle, only knowing where the others are by hearing their voices. “THE BEACH! I SEE THE BEACH!” Jo screams, and you follow her voice.

You get to the beach around the same time as Jo. You hug each-other, a few seconds later Beetee emerges with Wirus. She is freaking out, you all are covered in blood. As Jo tries to coax Wirus out of the tree line you are checking the surroundings. “JOHANNA!” You hear, you turn drawing a knife, its just Finnick. But you dont put the knife back tho. “FINNICK!” She screams back. He starts running to her. Sometimes you can’t believe they are friends. As you look past, you see Katniss and Peeta, you clutch your knife tighter seeing she has her bow drawn. Johanna starts explaining the situation to Finnick, but Wirus starts getting on Jo’s nerves, who is already stressed out and pissed off. “Tik tok, tik tok,” she repeats over and over like a mad woman grabbing Jo. “OKAY OKAY!” Jo screams pushing her off. “Hey, HEY, LEAVE HER ALONE!” Katniss screams running up and pushing Jo, she draws an arrow. You look around, Peeta, perfect! You draw your dagger and before anyone can react you put him in a headlock, holding the dagger to his throat. “HEY!” You scream, Katniss turns, aiming her bow at you.“Let him go.” She comands, as if she has any authority in the situation. “Leave Jo the fuck alone, we just ran through fucking blood!” You yell back. She fires her arrow, but you dodge out of the way taking Peeta with you. “Shoot it again, I fucking dare you! This time, I’ll move lover boy right in the line of fire, try me!” You scream at her, pressing the knife harder into Peeta’s neck. He puts his hands up in surrender. “Woah woah, calm down.” Finnick says stepping in between the two of you. “Dont tell me to ‘calm down’! SHE HAS A KNIFE TO PEETA’S TROAT!” Katniss screams at Finnick, “How about we all put our weapons down,” Peeta says, pleading to Katniss. “Shut up.” You sneer, moving your knife to tilt his head up. “Ok look, Katniss, she just thought you were gonna hurt Jo, are you gonna hurt Jo?” Finnick asks Katniss, telling her the right answer, “No.” She says, arrow still in place. Finnick exhales, Katniss must realize your too good to be stubborn with. “See, now, (y/n) let Peeta go,” he says. “I’ll drop my dagger, but im not letting him go till she drops the bow.” You drop the knife. “Katniss, will you please drop your bow?” Finnick says, he knows, you’ll kill him, right here, right now, and that’s exactly what he needs to not happen. She drops her bow. “If you try anything I swear to god i’ll snap your fuckin neck.” You whisper in his ear, he nods. You let him go, with hands still in the air he walk to katniss. “Okay, good, we’re all stressed lets just cool off,” Finnick says walking to you. “Im fine,” you say grabbing your dagger. “No your not, your mad and you’re gonna do something stupid.” He says grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder. “FINNICK! FINNICK WHAT THE FUCK! PUT ME DOWN- I SWEAR TO GOD ILL KILL YOU!” You scream squirming around. “Calm down” he says dunking you in the water a few times before straight up dropping you into it. You stand up, wiping the water from your eyes, still pissed off, just at him. He laughs, “god you know, you look so… cute when your mad.” He says, still laughing. “Oh fuck off Odair.” You say turning away from him. You wash the blood off as he turns and walks back to the beach. Jo joins you, washing the blood off her. Once you are both done yall go back to the beach, sitting together on the sand.

Some time passes, “Im gonna go get water.”you say getting up and walking into the jungle. Really you just wanna be alone for a little. It peaceful until you hear a scream, it’s Katniss’s name, but its not a tribute. “PRIM” you hear her scream in the distance, shit. You try and ignore it, not your circus, not your monkeys. You hear another scream. “FINNICK!” “FINNICK HELP ME!” What? But thats not possible, you’re not screaming. But its your voice. “(Y/N)” you hear him scream back. “DAMNIT ODAIR!” You scream to no one in particular, your circus, your monkeys. You run towards the screams but run, into a wall? But it’s clear, and it doesn’t throw you back like the force field did with Blight, you cant hear any screams anymore. “(Y/N)! Over here!” Jo beckons to you. You walk over to her. “What is this?” You quickly regret asking as Beetee starts going on about some science stuff. “Okay, okay.” Jo says cutting him off. You look to see Katniss on the ground covering he ears as birds swoop in. “Jabber-Jays, DAMNIT, I HATE SNOW! FUCK YOU, CANT YOU JUST FUCKING DIE ALREADY! HOW ABOUT YOU COME DOWN HERE AND WE CAN FIGHT YOU PUSSY!” You scream up at the sky, Jo is smiling, Wirus is mentally gone, Peeta is staring at you like you’ve lost your mind and Beete is just not saying anything. “Finnick flipped out when he heard your screams,” Jo says sitting beside you. Finnick is currently on the ground as well, but he looks up for a brief moment, long enough to see you, and you see some of the worry in his face leave, you look back at Jo but he stays staring at you. You look at Jo, a look of confusion on your face but you know exactly what’s going on because you’ve felt is aswell.

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The hour is up, you run up to Finnick, holding his head, “shit, im so sorry” you say, he straightens hugging you back, it’s strong, and he smells like the ocean. Katniss is worried about her sister, “they aren’t gonna do anything to Prim.” Peeta says. “He’s right ya know, the whole country  loves your sister, if they ever did anything to her, forget the districts, there would be riots in the damn capitol. HEY HOW DOES THAT SOUND SNOW? WHAT IF WE, WHAT IF WE SET YOUR BACKYARD ON FIRE? YA KNOW YOU CANT PUT EVERYBODY IN HERE!” Jo screams, waving her axe around. Katniss and Peeta stare at her in absolute terror, its almost funny. “What? He can’t hurt me. There’s no one left that I love.” She says, “im gonna go get some water.” She leaves. “Lets go scout out the area Finnick,” you say. The two of you get up and walk away. You walk for a few minutes in silence before Finnick breaks it. “Im so fucking ma-” but you cut him off, backing against a tree and pulling him with you into a kiss. Its rough and passionate but hungry. “Fuck,” you pant out. “God you’re hot,” he says kissing down your neck. “Wait, what about the Capitol?” You say before he draws a whine from you, sucking on a sweet spot. “Fuck them, now they’ll know how I really feel.” His voice is low and raspy, his eyes filled with lust. You pull his zipper to the wetsuit down revealing his abs and arms and fuck, he might be god’s gift to you. “Is this really, the best, place?” You say in between pants and moans as he peels the wetsuit off your body, grabbing your breasts and massaging them, making you push back into the tree throwing your head back in pleasure. “I dont want to die never having done this with you sweetheart.” He growls into the crest of your neck. “Mhm oh god, me neither.” You say as you feel his bulge against your stomach. On instinct you start to grind on it. “Fuck thats it.” He says, groaning as he throws his head back in pleasure, “please,” you whine, he brings the rest of your wetsuit down and picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You shimmy his suit down the rest of the way, pulling him out. He groans at the contact, “Fuck, you’ve hardly touched me and look at how worked up I am,” he says, lining up with you. “Oh darling, you’re so fuckin wet for me” he coos, running his tip along my slit eliciting a whimper from you as you grab his hair. He pushes into you with a groan. “You feel so good (Y/n)” he says, moaning your name. It sounds so right coming from his mouth. You clench around him and he lets out a loud groan, his nails digging into your arm, you like it, so much more this time. “Fuck, Finn,” you whine out. “Yea good girl, say my name, tell them all who’s making you feel so good, im making you mine (y/n)” he groans, thrusting into you faster and your moaning and whimpering around him, he feels so good, so so good, “so so so good, finn, mhm dont stop.” You whine out, yanking his hair harder, closing your eyes. “Open those pretty eyes for me,” you whine in protest, “now or I stop.” He forces your eyes open, looking into his as he fucks you harder, hitting all the right spots, getting all the best noises. You can feel how close you are, and so can he. “Finnickk.” You whine out, “I know, me too,” he grunts out, moving his hand to rub your aching clit, “yes, right there, please oh god oh god FIN!” You cry out as you cum for him, “fuck sweetheart you sound so pretty, you feel so good.” You whine and your hips buck up trying to get away from the overstimulation, “Finnickkk, please I can’t,” you whimper out, still shaking from your first orgasm, “Im close sweetheart.” He says his pace picking up, his fingers still working your clit. He hits the spot deep in you that has you seeing stars. You moan his name, as a second orgasm hits you, “Oh god Finnick, finnick,” you moan his name like a chant it feels so good, “Im gonna cum (y/n)” he grunts out, his thrusts getting sloppy before he cums inside of you, moaning your name and burying his face in your neck as he thrusts in a few more times. “God, you did so so good sweetheart” he pants out.

You both regain your dignity before turning to face up and flipping off the world. A final fuck you to the capitol.

The end, hope you liked it ❤️

Funny story, as I was writing the smut while my playlist was on shuffle, Ronan by Taylor Swift started playing, so I had to take a break and cry. 😃 so if the smut sucks thats why, it killed my mood. Then my cat came in and needed my attention.

[nicksbestie]

maybe y/n and Ashton having an argument? he seems like a really calm guy most of the time so it would be interesting to see how he is during a serious moment like that

Argument

word count : 1010

warnings : talks of alcohol addiction

enjoy!

<3

“Why do you keep doing this?! You keep shutting down and closing me out! I can’t help you if you won’t let me!”

“I told you! I don’t want to talk about it! You keep pushing me and I don’t want to! Yet you keep doing it!”

“Because I fucking care about you!” 

“I didn’t ask you to care about me!” 

Ashton spun on his heel, stalking out of the room and you could hear the front door slamming shut, knocking a picture frame off of the wall. You slid down the wall, sitting down. What had just happened? It was a stupid, hypothetical question. You knew exactly what had just happened. You’d tried, once again, to get Ashton to put down his drink and talk to you, but he wouldn’t do it. You didn’t even know the person you were in a relationship with anymore. He was completely taken over by addiction, and the fridge was never not stocked with strong liquor. 

You didn’t hate him, even though you maybe should. You wanted him to heal, you wanted him to cope, but he didn’t realize that he was just making everything worse. And while the aggravation of fighting with him hung heavily on you, the worry was worse. You hated fighting with him, especially because Ashton was downright scary when he was angry. With his broad frame it was terrifying to be on the receiving end, even though you knew he would never lay a hand on you. 

Luckily, he had left his location on, and when you noticed he was at Calum’s house, you sent him a text. It was late at night, and it wasn’t a long text, either. You trusted Calum to take care of Ashton. They had such a close bond, and you believed that if anyone could get through to him, Cal could.

12:31 AM : Please be safe. Get some rest. I love you.

*read 12:33 AM*

Checking your phone after showering to see Ashton had left you on read, you sighed, shooting off a text to Calum as well. 

12:50 AM : Take care of him. I’m heading to bed, but if you need me, call. Thank you &lt;3

*read 12:51 AM*

12:52 AM : I will. Getting him sober, and then we’ll talk. He’s staying here tonight, at least. He’s rambling about how upset and sorry he is for yelling at you, if that eases your mind. I’m the one who saw your text on his phone. He loves you too. See you soon &lt;3

Reading through Calum’s text really did help you relax, knowing that Ashton didn’t mean to start a fight, or to unintentionally hurt you. Hearing, or rather, seeing, the confirmation that he still loved you helped you sleep, when you finally did crawl into bed. You fell asleep still upset, but knowing that Ashton was in good hands made you much less anxious. 

You woke up to a soft knock on your doorway, having always been a light sleeper. Rubbing your eyes and sitting up, you saw a figure standing in your door, easily recognizing it as your boyfriend. You checked your phone to see the time, noticing another text from Calum that he sent earlier. 

9:45 AM : Ashton is refusing to stay here. I tried to stop him, he’s determined to fix things. I’m sorry if you still need space. I hope everything works out. 

You didn’t reply right that second, setting your phone down after realizing it was just past ten. You looked up, noticing Ashton hadn’t spoken, so you broke the silence. 

“How is your hangover?” 

He shrugged, not making eye contact. 

“Not terrible. Four out of ten.” 

You sat up, throwing back the blankets that were normally deemed as being on Ashton’s side. 

“You were an idiot, Ash. You drove drunk. I don’t care if it was just down the road to Calum’s. Rest assured that I am very angry at you.” 

The shame sunk into his face, along with a mixture of sadness.

“I know. Calum ripped me a new one this morning. And last night, too. I can’t believe I did any of that, including our fight. I’m so many different levels of sorry, and I know that won’t fix it, but I am.”

You could see just how guilty he felt and how much he was beating himself up for it, as while one part of you wanted to say he deserved it, the other part won. You patted the bed, motioning him over. 

“I’m angry beyond belief, and I don’t want you to think you’re off the hook here. However, I still love you, and I know you didn’t intend for this to happen. So come lay down, I’ll get some painkillers, and we’ll talk.”

The conversation lasted a few hours, and a conclusion was finally reached. Ashton swore he was going to get sober, and he got rid of all of the alcohol in the house. He called Calum, profusely apologizing for his actions the previous night, and thanking him for everything he did to help. He never wanted to see that look of fear and worry in any of his friends or loved one’s eyes ever again. 

Two years later, he hadn’t broken that promise. He was now two years sober, and was making consistent progress in his mental health, with the assistance of therapy. He knew he needed a better solution than drinking his problems away, but he hadn’t gotten that push to actually fix his behavior. 

At this point, you could look back on that struggling time in his life, knowing that he didn’t have to go through it anymore. He reminded you every day that you were one of his main reasons to stay sober, and his self control improved every day he didn’t touch a drink. All of the rest of the band were so accommodating, even doing a “Mocktail Chats” for their most recent album to make him feel more comfortable. All in all, things were, by far, better.

[marchsfreakshow]

Cigarette Tension [Michael De Santa]

You and Michael De Santa; you're friends with Tracey De Santa, and she brings you home one day when Amanda and Jimmy are out.

Moodboard made by @lilthbunny

Sort of a self insert fic cause I'm down bad for this man. (And as gender neutral as I could make it lol)

Could be suggestive. -18 be warned; Addiction to smoking is referenced.

Your perspective.

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Tracey pulled up in the driveway, and I stared wide-eyed at her house. It was a mansion, let alone one with a pool and a tennis court of all things! She got out of the car and my jaw was slack. "Y/N c'mon! Fame Or Shame is gonna start sooonnn!" She wiggled a bit as I brought myself out of my trance and stepped out of the car.

I had become friends with Tracey De Santa recently after accidentally bumping into her when I was shopping. We apologized after a while, but at first, she was telling me off, annoying me with 'what's your excuse?!' And 'im from money you know?! Daddy can kill you instantly!' I rolled my eyes a bit before picking up her stuff.

"lemme pay you back."

"This was $100..?" She asked, staring at the broken perfume bottle on the ground.

"Okay? I have $200 to spend still." She just smiled and I took her back into the perfume shop.

A few weeks later, and more asks later, I was finally stood by her front door. "I think Jimmy and Mom are out. Daddy's being lazy still in the living room." She grinned. I chuckled in response and walked in with her. "Daddy! My friend Y/N is here."

I followed the chirpy girl into the living room. It was magnificent, and much more than my small apartment. But the man sitting on the sofa took my attention. He was in his 50s at least. Chubby... but attractive. He looked over with a drink of whiskey in one hand.

We made eye contact immediately, and it was like I was captured by him, even though I was just looking into his eyes. I couldn't let my thoughts run wild here, I just couldn't. No one said anything, but Tracey could tell I was staring. "Y/N. Eugh. I'll be in my room sorting this shopping out. Be right back."

I sort of mumbled an okay and leaned against a wall awkwardly. Michael went back to the TV. "you can come and sit down."

"oh I'm okay, thank you though."

As soon as I said that, the man stood up. He turned off the TV, and quietly went outside, holding out a cigarette box behind him. I stared hungrily at the box while it disappeared. The debate and war in my head were eventually won, and I nonchalantly joined him outside. "You smell like you smoke inside."

"You smell like an addict."

"And look at that, you lured me out here." I felt so confident now. My own guess was the cigarette between my fingers, and the lighter I was about to light for the both of us.

We made eye contact again as the cigarettes were lit and we took our breaths.

Tracey clearly was busy sorting out my own shopping compared to hers. I bought barely any expensive things, but it seemed she got everything that was expensive. "How did you meet my angel then?" The word 'angel' came out like sarcasm, but I felt the love within it.

"I broke her perfume by accident when we bumped into each other. I decided I was nice that day, and bought her a new one." Michael raised an eyebrow, side-eyeing me for a second. I fidgeted around a bit as we took our time to smoke.

A few minutes went by before he stomped his cigarette out, I wanted to take my time. I already fucked up my cigarette sobriety, why not enjoy it? Michael's eyes found mine again. A war was happening in my brain again. He was attractive, for a 50-something-year-old. But god he was married! With two kids my age, a bit younger. Clearly.

I was finishing my cigarette up, and I stomped it out soon after. He stood in front of me barely blocking the bright sun. "Michael."

"I can tell..."

"Tell what?"

He placed a kiss on my cheek, then my neck. I was confused and turned away. "You got it figured out.", Michael winked at me, then headed back inside.

I was standing there, against a wall, in my friend's backyard, questioning why her dad just kissed me after a cigarette. He smelled vintage. Old cologne, worn-out suits, and the cigarettes.

When I figured he was back to watching TV or something, I walked in awkwardly. The man was distracted with making a bowl of chips in the kitchen. After taking a deep breath, I headed up the stairs and found Tracey's room right in front of the stairs. She was sleeping. I wasn't sure for how long, but she was asleep. The other door, I assumed was Jimmy's by the sign on it. "Welp, fuck Fame or Shame I guess," I muttered, grabbing my own bags, that held my shopping.

"Why don't you stay for the evening? You're nice. And you seem like a good friend to my girl." Michael said suddenly. The tension I felt last time had come back.

"oh no, I really couldn't. I have all this, and I wanna get it all home quickly." I stuttered out, feeling embarrassed for no reason. I barely knew these people! Why was this middle-aged man so attractive and why did I have to make friends with his daughter!? It seemed like the war in my brain never stopped. My nerves calmed when I was on my own. Or I was drinking. So many things calmed me, but staying the night wasn't one of them.

"No seriously. C'mon. I'm ordering Chinese food tonight. D'you like Chinese food?" Michael just smiled and patted the seat next to him. The TV was playing some sort of old film. A noir film.

As I sat down next to him, awkwardly, I nodded. "I get takeaway a lot."

"oh?"

"I'm not incredibly well off, but I got 400 from my aunt recently. So, I paid my rent for a few months, and y'know. Met Tracey-." My mouth blabbered. I waffled a lot before Michael cut me off.

"You're staying then?"

"Mhm."

"Good! I'm sure Amanda will take to you." His eyes stuck to the movie. It was intimate. I leaned my chin on my knees while attempting to watch the movie too.

Time passed. Movies and shows went by. We ate, and drank, and he had one last cigarette. I wasn't sure where Amanda and Jimmy were, and Tracey was a deep sleeper. "Where is everyone?"

"Jimmy'll come back soon. And Amanda probably found somewhere else to sleep."

"That... sounds bad." My tone was slightly guilty. Not like I had done anything anyway, but it was 4 p.m. at this point, and no one had come back to Michael's place.

"My relationship is fucked. Might as well keep it up."

"What happened? If you don't mind talking about it.."

"I fucked another stripper. She decided her tennis coach was the best person to go to after. Because of course, she did. In my own house, on my own bed. Of all fucking places."

Michael kept going about their relationship, but I could tell he was leaving some details out. Like he couldn't tell me every part of the story. When he stopped and looked over at me, I held his hand softly. He used his hands a lot clearly. Rugged, short, dirty nails. My thumb softly rubbed over his thumb. Empathy wasn't my strong suit, but I could try. The man's eyes softened for once and placed the same hand on my thigh.

I was feeling something. But I was so, distracted by looking at him, I couldn't tell what he wanted. Whatever it was, I didn't know if I should give it to him. The concentration on my face became obvious, and he backed down a bit, moving his hand away. "You didn't..have to.." I whispered, inching closer to him and his alcoholic breath. He kept his silence and went back to the position we were in a few seconds ago. It was like a clock was ticking. A time bomb about to explode.

This was lust. Not love. I didn't want to be known as the one who fucked my best friend's dad. Not particularly. But, he held me captive when I stared at him. Why was he fucking me with his eyes? That look I didn't see often, I knew it. All he did was hold onto my waist as I faced him, sitting on my knees. I didn't know what I wanted. I didn't know who was around. All I knew was that I just wanted him. For some fucked reason. Daddy issues I guess.

His hair was a bit messed up after being inside all day. The red shirt, the baggy trousers. His hands. His eyes, and his 5 o'clock shadow that was still there at 7pm. Everything about this feeling was fucked. Everything. But god he was so handsome. At any moment, his wife could come through the door, or his son, or Tracey could wake up, and kick me out of the house for being weird with her dad. My eyes screamed nervousness apparently.

"We'll be okay."

He kissed me gently, and he held me gently. This felt insane. What was I doing?! Kissing a married man!? While I kissed him back, my thoughts were like a race track. Where did I drop off my shopping? Nothing sounded like it broke, but maybe something did. "Are you alright?" Michael rested his hand on the side of my face, looking concerned.

"You're distracted."

"I suppose so."

"Nothing matters right now. Calm yourself."

We were entangled in each other again. I sat on his lap, straddling him. He held the small of my back. I gripped his shoulders. Our breaths mixed when we pulled away from each other. The TV was still playing noir movies. It didn't distract him, thank god.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?"

oh. shit.

I went wide-eyed and got off Michael immediately, my embarrassment now noticeable. Tracey stared shocked at her dad as I hurried behind her, grabbed my stuff and headed for the door.

"Y/N!"

"Tracey, angel.. listen."

"DAD! I can't fucking believe you! You're worse than Mom sometimes, Jesus!"

She stomped out into the backyard, so I took this opportunity to move away and go home. Thankfully, Michael didn't follow. Not until I got out the gate anyway. He stopped the car next to me and stared apologetically at me. "Just let me drive you home,"

Awkwardness filled the car, my bags in the back, and I was sitting in the passenger seat, looking out of the window. I refused to look anywhere but the window. I just couldn't look over to him. The man driving me home. The man who I was making out with a few minutes ago. Clouds went past quickly, and the bags were the only noise coming from inside the car.

The drive almost killed me inside it was so long. But we got there, eventually. Taking a deep breath, I just opened the door quickly, grabbed my stuff and closed the car door behind me.

He lingered.

"Don't linger, Michael..." I mumbled. The car window was open, and I knew he wanted to say something. My front door opened, my foot entered the hallway, and I didn't decide to look back. He stood there, by my front door. "I'm home now. Thanks.."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, it's my fault." I kept walking away, into the living room, but because he was in the doorway, I couldn't close it.

"Alright. But you know you can come back."

"I think Tracey's opinion of me has drastically changed. I doubt it." My mutters continued. I acted uninterested and bored. But I wasn't mad at him, not really.

"Just...come back soon okay?" The door shut. Finally. My chest felt less heavy now, so I almost slid my way into the kitchen.

A creak.

Not my footsteps. They couldn't be.

"Michael please.."

"I don't think anyone will realise."

We just stood there, staring at each other. "How about a smoke?"

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The only tag today: @beetleblunt