#happy 2024 mwah

[spagheddiediaz]

last check in of 2023

i’m gonna be so honest and say that re-joining fandom/tumblr was Not on my 2023 bingo card but then again a lot of things that happened this year weren’t. anyway. i love noah kahan.

tagged by @hippolotamus @eddiebabygirldiaz and @wikiangela i love you all sm?

tagging @malewifediaz @jeeyuns @callmenewbie @honestlydarkprincess @daffi-990 and anyone else who wants to do this ♥️ happy 2024 i can’t for all your new fics (and the fic amanda is about to post shortly i YELLED over that one y’all are in for a treat)

[cameronsprincess]

KINKTOBER DAY FIVE: Mask Kink + DP w/ Rafe & JJ

CW: threesome, ghostface!rafe, ghostface!jj, dp, unprotected piv sex, anal, praise & degrading. 18+ ONLY!

kinktober masterlist — deadly duo masterlist

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the sound of your heart thumping wildly in your chest was all you could hear. not even the sound of your heavy breathing could be heard over the blood rushing in your ears. you’re running through the dark woods, dodging low hanging branches and jumping over large rocks, trying to escape the two masked men chasing you.

but do you really want to escape them? this has always been a secret fantasy of yours, to be hunted, caught and taken by a man— or men— in masks. you have a feeling you know who the two men are as well, and that thought alone has your pussy throbbing more than it already was.

you rush behind a large tree, pressing your back firmly against it, trying to calm your breathing. the dark night is eerily silent, making your heart pound harder in your chest. slowly, you turn your body, pressing your chest against the thick tree and slowly peeking your head around to see if the two masked men were nearby.

no one’s there. where could they have gone? you slowly turn back around, a scream pulled from your chest when you come face to face with the two men, their ghostface masks inches from your face. how the fuck?

a gloved hand is slapped over your face, a deep, altered voice saying, “caught you.”

you begin to fight the man whose hand is tightly pressed against your face, screaming and kicking as he effortlessly whips your body around. his bicep works its way around your neck, flexing it as he continues to cover your mouth and nose with his large, gloved hand. 

the second man steps forward, running his gloved fingers down the side of your face.

“stop fightin’ it, baby girl. we’re gonna take good care of you, alright?”

rafe cameron. he didn’t alter his voice, but that doesn’t shock you. rafe is the kind of man who never hides — minus his face being hidden by the ghostface mask, but you know that’s purely because he knows you’re into it.

tears fill your eyes, and you begin kicking and screaming behind the gloved hand of the other man, trying to break yourself free from his hold.

the man holding you captive tightens his palm against your face, flexing his muscular arm and completely cutting off your air. your eyes widen, fear wracking your body as he continues to squeeze tightly, taking away your air.

“don’t kill her, maybank,” rafe says, “pick her ass up and let’s get her to the spot.”

your breathing picks up when the other man— who you now know is jj maybank— lifts your feet off the ground and tosses you over his shoulder.

you kick and scream as jj carries you through the woods, your fists pounding into his back. jj grunts, his free hand landing a harsh slap to your ass. “stop kickin’ and screamin’, princess. it’s a worthless fight.”

“fuck… you… jj.” you say through heavy breaths.

rafe and jj both chuckle, the sound making you stiffen in jj’s hold. “oh don’t worry, princess. we’re going to.” rafe says, amusement lacing his voice.

the two of them walk for about five minutes, finally reaching an old, abandoned fishing dock. they slowly make their way onto the old wooden dock, jj’s arms tightening against your thighs. you lift your head to try and take in your surroundings, but nothing but darkness greets you. a cool breeze sends a shiver down your spine, the sound of the calm water swishing about and all the nighttime creatures making noises all you hear.

jj drops you onto your back, and you instinctively back away. rafe tuts, taking a step toward you. “i wouldn’t recommend that, princess. you never know what kinda monsters lurk in these waters at night.”

you take a glance behind you, seeing nothing but the dark, deep, ocean waters. you could say fuck it, jump in and try to escape, but do you really want to? as much as you fight them, you can help but feel a tinge of excitement rush through you at the thought of what they’ll do to you.

“maybank. strip her.” rafe demands.

jj is on you before you can even think to move, his unforgiving grip on your upper arms making you cry out in pain. he yanks you to a standing position, long fingers toying with the hem of your t-shirt before he pulls it up and over your head, tossing it to the side. he slowly runs his fingers up and down your bare sides, his hands snaking around your waist and trailing down to pop the button of your light denim jeans, slowly pulling the zipper down next.

“little help, sweetheart?”

jj begins to push the rough material down your legs, and you help him out by wiggling your hips, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side once they’re completely down. you stand before the two fully clothed men, wearing nothing but a tiny lace thong— you’d opted for no bra tonight, stupid, but does it even matter? the answer is no.

you toss your hands out to your sides, “okay. you got me here, and you’ve stripped me. now what?”

rafe steps closer to you, working at the belt he wears before pulling it off and doubling it over. he snaps it once, making you flinch before he tosses it onto the old wooden dock. he works his jeans off next, leaving himself in nothing but a tight, black t-shirt, his mask and a pair of baby blue boxers. cute.

“now. we’re gonna have fun using you, princess. you down with that?”

“do i have a choice?”

rafe taps his finger against the bottom of his mask as if in thought. he straightens his head, his masked face landing on yours again as he says, “no, you don’t.”

jj’s strong arms wrap around your waist once more and you begin to kick and fight against him. his mask covered face leans in close to your ear, his voice— no longer altered — whispering, “i love the fight, sweetheart. it turns me on, keep it up.”

jj presses his front into your backside, giving you a feel of his hard cock through his boxers. when did he strip his lower half? jj’s a silent one, but rafe also had all your attention there for a minute, so anything is possible.

jj drops onto the dock with you in tow, falling into a sitting position. he tightens his hold on your waist and presses your ass harder against his cock. he groans, and the sound sends a jolt of pleasure straight to your pussy.

“you’re gonna feel so fucking good, so tight, wet, throbbing.”

rafe steps toward the two of you, kneeling down in front of you, but his attention on jj.

“remember, maybank. you get her ass, i get her pussy, yeah?”

jj chuckles, tossing your body forward and into rafe’s strong hold. “yeah, yeah. i remember the plan. lucky for you, i prefer an ass over a pussy.”

rafe laughs at jj’s response, his fingers slowly sliding your soaked thong down your shaking legs. he keeps one arm wrapped around your waist, pulling one glove off before moving to do the same with the other. your eyes flit down to his large, veiny hands. god, he has nice fucking hands. you can’t help the thoughts of how good his fingers would feel buried inside your cunt, shoved down your throat…

your train of thought dies and you gasp when rafe runs two fingers through your slick folds, groaning at how wet you are. “fuck, princess. you’re soaked. we knew this shit turned you on.”

you throw your head back onto his shoulder, rocking your hips back and forth as he continues to play with your pussy. a whimper escapes you when he shoves two fingers inside, scissoring them before slowly pulling them back out.

jj huffs. “alright bro, my cock is painfully hard, quit messin’ around.”

rafe just laughs at that. and you roll your eyes. these two. even in a sexual, very intimate moment— and working together you might add— they’re at each others throats.

rafe pulls his boxers down his legs before laying himself back on the dock, pulling your body flush against his in the process. he grips his hard cock in his right hand, running the tip through your folds a few times, teasing your swollen clit with the head before he slowly pushes himself inside your pussy. a loud whine escapes you as he stretches you out.

“goddamnit, she’s so wet and tight. fuck.”

once rafe is buried completely inside you, he slaps at your ass once, “stick your ass out a bit, help maybank out.”

you do as he says, arching your back a bit and giving jj a better angle of your ass. you hear him moan behind you, twisting your head to look at him. he’s stroking his cock, spitting down onto it and coating his thick length with his saliva.

“don’t worry, sweetheart. s’gonna feel amazing.”

you whimper when the head of his dick presses into your ass, a burning sensation rushing through your body. “oh fuck, jj, it’s.. s’too much.” you cry out, trying to pull away, but rafe’s hand slapping your ass stops you.

“stop fightin’ him, princess. it’ll hurt less if you just let him in.”

tears fill your eyes, and you choke out a sob as jj presses his dick farther into your ass. you’ve never been fucked in the ass before, and they didn’t even attempt to prep you, but that’s what this is, right? for their pleasure. not yours. it’ll feel good for jj no matter what.

“halfway in, sweetheart.” jj groans, slowly pulling out of your ass before pushing forward again.

rafe thrusts his hips up once, trying to help distract your mind from the burning pain you feel in your ass. he tightly grips your hip in one hand, using his free hand to play with your tits. he pinches your hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it and pulling on it.

jj takes advantage of your being distracted, slowly pulling his cock from your ass completely. he spits onto his shaft again, stroking it and coating his hard dick before pressing the tip back into your ass, slamming his hips forward and burying himself inside you.

“oh shit!” you cry out, your palms laid flat against rafe’s t-shirt covered chest. you dig your nails into the cotton material, making him hiss in a breath.

“that’s it, such a good fucking whore for us.” jj coos.

tears fall freely down your face, your entire body on fire. you feel so full, you’ve never in your life experienced this feeling, but it’s strangely… not bad. rafe finally begins to move his hips, fucking himself into you from below. his large hands splay out on your lower back, pushing you forward a bit, allowing him to suck one of your nipples into his mouth.

jj places his hands on your hips, holding you in place as he begins thrusting his hips, fucking your ass at a slow and steady pace. a moan escapes you, immense pleasure rushing through your veins. holy fuck. they both feel so good inside you, filling you, stretching you, using you.

“goddamn, princess. your ass is fuckin’ squeezin’ my dick, swallowing me whole,” jj slowly pulls out to where only the tip remains inside your ass before slamming forward. you scream out in both pain and pleasure, “such a good slut, lettin’ us use her for our pleasure.”

rafe chuckles from beneath you, and your eyes find his mask covered face. fuck, the mask makes this so much more erotic. he picks up his pace, fucking himself inside you at a fast and rough pace. “gonna let us fill your ass ‘n pussy with our cum? let us fuckin’ use you ‘n have you dripping our cum for the rest of the night like the good little slut you are, right?”

unintelligible words fall from your lips, your mind foggy and body completely numb from the pleasure they were giving you. drool slips past your slightly parted lips, opening and closing them, trying and failing to give a response.

rafe’s dark laughter fills the air around you, “aww, look at that, maybank.. we got her so fuckin’ stupid off our cocks already. fuckin’ slut can’t even form a coherent sentence.”

jj lands a harsh slap to your ass cheek, his hands finding your hips and gripping them, fucking into your ass harder. your legs are shaking uncontrollably and your stomach tightens. stars explode behind your eyes and you’re so close to coming undone for them.

“f-fuuuuck… r-rafe… j-jj… ple-ase…” you manage to choke out through sobs.

“oh, what was that, baby? please? please what? use your words.” rafe says, slowing his thrusts and stilling inside you.

jj’s thrusts come to a halt as well, both men’s cocks filling your holes but not moving, not giving you the stimulation you so desperately crave. jj slaps your ass, the already raw, burning skin tingling. “he asked you a question, princess. s’not nice to ignore a question.”

“please… c-can i… can i cum?” you sob out, tears and snot running down your face as you wiggle your hips, trying to chase the friction you’re craving.

rafe breathes out a sigh, “you hear that? she wants to cum, j. should we let her?”

“dunno, rafe. i don’t think she’s earned it.”

your body stiffens, screaming for a release.

“please! please let me cum, i- i’ll do anything, please? please rafe… jj… please?”

rafe brings a hand to your tear stained face, his thumb gently rubbing against your cheek. “god you’re so fuckin’ pathetic. beggin’ us to let you cum,”

both men begin thrusting their hips again, fucking into you at slow, steady paces. your body screams for a release, but every time you’re close to tumbling over the edge, they stop, teasing you and edging you.

“tell us you’re our good little cum slut, and maybe we’ll let you cum.” rafe says lowly, his dick slowly pushing and pulling from inside you.

you try and form the words, but your brain is so weak, so foggy from being denied what it needs most, you can’t seem to get them out. jj’s hands on your hips tighten, pulling your ass roughly against his front, his cock so deep in your ass you swear you feel him in your stomach.

“go on, princess. say it. tell us you’re our good little cum slut, that you’re nothin’ more than holes for our pleasure.” jj demands, his tone harsh.

“i— fuck… ‘m y-your good li-little cum s-slut.. oh fuck.. please?”

rafe and jj both groan, the satisfaction of hearing you say the words greater than they could’ve imagined.

“s’right.. ours. ours to fuck,” thrust. “ours to use,” thrust. “ours to do whatever the fuck we want with.”

they both begin pounding into you, the sound of skin slapping skin, their groans and your loud whines fill the night sky. the band in your belly tightens just as jj’s thrusts grow sloppy. jj slams his hips into your backside one final time, his dick twitching inside you as he fills your ass with his thick, white cum.

he slowly pulls himself from your ass, and you flinch, whining at the loss of him there. rafe’s cock pounding into your aching pussy quickly makes you forget though.

“come on, baby. cum with me, cum all over my cock while i fuck my load deep into this sweet cunt.”

you cry out rafe’s name, fingernails digging into his shoulders as you come undone around him. you soak his cock, crying out his and jj’s names. rafe’s thrusts slow, his cock swelling inside you before he comes with one final thrust, his cum painting your inner walls white.

rafe pulls himself from inside you, rolling you off of his body and onto your back. he pushes himself to his feet, quickly dressing before standing beside jj. both of them slowly remove their ghostface masks, their gorgeous faces illuminated beautifully under the bright moonlight. rafe smirks down at your weak, limp body, lightly nudging jj’s shoulder.

“best halloween ever, right? and now… she’s all ours.”

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note: i just wanna thank everyone for taking the time and reading my kinktober fics! it was so much fun participating in this event!❤️🖤 happy halloween, MWAH😚

[temeyes]

tsukki is airport dad-coded, and you can't change my mind

[solargrove]

wip wip wip

[ezdotjpg]

goodbye 2023 I was so optimistic at the start of you and now I feel I resemble a sort of crumpled tin can or perhaps a wet paper towel. and yet we persist

[minimiffy]

Happy New Year ♡

[mrsaltieri-real]

Happy 2024! Aaaaaand for the… Jesus Christ, 15th year in a row, my old man crush of the year goes to this fine piece of ass.

Timmy O photo dump. You’re welcome.

[hippolotamus]

Sunday Sentences

Well, here we are then at the final not even remotely 7SS of 2023. Because I'm great at ignoring rules, I'm offering two POVs of come close (let me be home) from the same section today. Follows this snippet (all prev snippets here)

Buck

Not that Evan was specifically looking for him.   He should focus on Maddie, but he’s unable to tear his gaze away from Viscount Diaz and his, frankly, rather clumsy partner. The poor girl seems to be counting her steps under her breath, trying and failing to dance without tripping them both up. She resembles a newborn fawn using her legs for the first time. Evan chuckles to himself, noting the tight, annoyed sort of grimace on the Viscount’s face and the way he occasionally glances skyward as if some heavenly being might suddenly decide to help. His patience is admirable at least.   For one startling moment, Viscount Diaz ignores the ceiling and the fumbling girl, locking eyes with Evan across the sea of people. The expression is both spontaneous and intentional, filled with curiosity and an innate recognition. It makes his heart flutter and do something complicated in his chest, daring him to ask if he could cut in and relieve the young hopeful from making a bigger fool of herself. It makes him feel seen.  A voice in the back of his mind whispers about etiquette and rules and things that shouldn’t be meddled with. He ignores it in favor of taking a tentative step, feeling drawn toward the center of the room where honey brown irises stay trained on him as much as possible between turns and spins.

Eddie

Agitation builds in his chest with each partner, filling him up until he’s not sure he can breathe properly. One by one Eddie mentally crosses them off, deeming them inadequate. Dull blue eyes, too brunette, can’t waltz properly, reminds him of his mother, stepped on his toes, doesn’t speak latin, prefers having daughters over sons.   Some time near the fifth or sixth partner is when he notices. The sensation of being tracked. A familiar prickling that crawls up his spine, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Between twirls he attempts to locate the source and finds piercing blue eyes staring at him. Flashes of a mischievous smirk, a strawberry pink mark and cool breeze against his face invade Eddie’s memory. He still doesn’t know the man’s name or what his business is. Maybe tonight he can find out.   Eddie’s daydreams are interrupted by stumbling feet and a too small hand grasping his in an attempt to stay upright.   “Oh, my! I’m so sorry,” the young woman — Miss Clark or Martin, whatever her name is — apologizes.   “No harm done," He lies. "Are you alright?” Other than needing more dance lessons?  “Yes, Viscount, thank you.”  The song ends and he gratefully takes the opportunity to excuse himself. He needs air. The crowd, and the idea of spinning around one more husband-seeking idiot, is too much for him to bear at the moment.

tagged by the always lovely and talented @your-catfish-friend (go check their update to in my head btw) @thewolvesof1998 @daffi-990 @jamespearce9-1-1 @wikiangela (posted a new Christmas fic today) @spotsandsocks @honestlydarkprincess @buckaroosheart @underwater-ninja-13 thank you loves 😘

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[hidey-writes]

Day After Day | 日复一日

25k | T | Weilan | Case Fic, Undercover Married, Grief

Shen Wei swallows. “And this is why you asked me to—” he makes a vague gesture that means go undercover as your husband “—pretend with you.” Zhao Yunlan comes to a stop, eyes on Shen Wei. “That’s why the cover is a married couple. The reason I’m asking you is because there are no other options for people to go undercover with.” Shen Wei scoffs to give himself an excuse to look away. “You certainly know how to flatter someone, Zhao Yunlan.” Or: Four Haixingren disappear for two months after a stay at a romantic mountain retreat. Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan book a weekend there to find out what happened.

it's finally here!!! my beloved fic for the 520 day guardian reverse exchange! this was written for trobadora, who gave me the most delicious set of ideas to fit into a story. it was so fun.

i have no idea how to describe this fic, frankly - this is, hands down, the most complex and most heartwrenching and most incredible thing i've ever written in my entire life.

here is a list of some things in it: a kiss, a mystery, a change of heart. old chinese people, dark energy world-building, lesbians, big-time character parallels, forgery of documents, rainstorms, rowboats, lollipop symbolism, [redacted], bedsharing, grading, the stupidest undercover name ever. zhao yunlan described with so many light metaphors. shen wei being the most shen wei i could make him.

read Day After Day | 日复一日 on ao3 here!

[birdietrait]

it's still 5 hours away for me, but happy new year everyone!! wishing you all the best <33

[fastcardotmp3]

“You weren’t supposed to be there.” “I was where I wanted to be,” Argyle fights the slur that wants to leak into his words in favor of attempting at something imploring, certain, “and it’s not your fault.” » Jargyle // Rated T // Gunshot Wound // 2.1k » Febuwhump #5: "You weren't supposed to get hurt" & Blood-Stained Tiles » Febuwhump Masterlist

read on ao3 // preview under the cut

“Hey, no, keep holding that.” 

“Whoops, uh, my— bad,” Argyle blinks slow, staring at the place where Jonathan’s hand wraps around his own, where that in turn wraps around the meat of his bicep. 

“Just— hold onto that,” Jonathan’s voice, even through the fog in Argyle’s brain, sounds unsteady. Like he’s holding his breath. Or like those days back in school when he’d step out of class without warning just to go peek through the window of where his brother and sister were listening to some lecture or other about To Kill a Mockingbird. 

Unsettled is the word for it, Argyle thinks. He’s never particularly liked it when Jonathan was unsettled, even before he understood just how much reason Jonathan Byers had for being an anxious mess at literally all hours of the day. (It’s a miracle the dude isn’t constantly at the end of his rope, as far as Argyle is concerned, actually.) 

“Hey, you alright, man?” Argyle furrows up his brow, watching specifically the tremble of Jonathan’s hands as he digs through the first aid kit on the floor beside them. 

When did they get on the floor? Was it— Oh, wait, no, he’s been on the floor for a while. He’s as woozy as he is because he’s been on the floor for a while, because it took quite a bit of time to dig the bullet out of his arm and now— now Jon is just— he’s—

“Am I alright? Fuck you, holy shit,” he murmurs under his breath. He’s trying to thread a needle, but his hands are still shaking. His breath is coming too fast. 

Argyle doesn’t like it when he’s like this. He’s put so much time over the years trying to help Jonathan chill out, at first in an herbal medicine sort of way, but more than that too. The kind of stuff that sticks long term, like proving to him that he has a support system now, that he doesn’t have to feel like everything is always on his shoulders to fix anymore, that Argyle’s got him and, yeah, Jonny boy grew up too fast, but maybe they can find a way to offer kindness to the little boy inside of him who had to be the adult long before he so much as took off his training wheels. 

So, Argyle frowns, because Jonathan is stressed and he’s on edge and they’ve worked on this, you know? He doesn’t have to take responsibility for this, because Argyle knew what he was getting into when he stuck around. 

Argyle may not seem it, but he’s observant. He knew what he was getting into when he stayed in Jonathan’s life. 

But none of that ever mattered so much as getting Jonathan.

[aeb-art]

so i made myself sad with this one actually oopsies

mall toons belong to @8um8le 🙇

[godnectar]

[simphic]

Happy New Year guys. Late but it’s whatever. Just hope 2024 is good to you guys. Wishing whatever you have set for this year or whatever you’re striving for is met! 🙌🏾

[hopeinthebox]

I hope you know your tags, your humor, brightens up my day. I love your brain 😂❤️

DAWN 🥹🥹 stop this loveliness at once or i'll have to ask for your hand!! thank you ever so much my dear <33

[neige-leblanche]

beauty of beauties