#his lips thoooo

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price as Waldo Trumbull --

The Comedy of Terrors (1963)

[emmcfrxst]

ahhh now i gotta ask thoooo whats the difference between when hotch fucks & when he makes love ??????

the biggest difference is the pace; aaron loves to take his time when you make love— the foreplay is prolonged (he can’t help it. he just loves burying his face and his fingers in your cunt) and his thrusts are deep and unhurried; he takes his time to kiss every inch of your body, tangling his fingers in your hair and curling his tongue around yours to swallow up your moans. his hands are gentle; they caress your body with tenderness, sliding down your cheek and across the slope of your neck to tap your shoulder affectionately, drifting lower to cup a breast and knead it in his palm before continuing their journey down your belly, thumb swiping over your belly button playfully before finally reaching your clit, where he rubs slow, precise circles until you come around him. there’s something really romantic and intimate about the way he kisses you when you make love; he really savors you, kissing you like it’s the only thing he’ll ever do. there’s also a lot of whispered words of affection; praise, love confessions, maybe even a joke if he thinks of one he finds particularly funny; it feels very safe and comforting while still being serious and romantic/intimate.

when you fuck, it’s a little different; often prompted by desperation and carnal desire, you don’t necessarily need to be prepped— although he does suck on his fingers to wet them to then play with your clit either way— and so the foreplay is a lot more rushed. he’s also less gentle; he’s more likely to (gently) pull your hair to tilt your head backwards to gain access to your neck where he presses wet, hot, open mouthed kisses, letting his hands wander to squeeze a breast or grab a handful of ass, pressing you against him urgently. it’s only in those moments that he allows himself to carefully manhandle you; pushing your body towards the bed and pulling you against him. the kisses are a lot sloppier as well; all tongue and teeth, groaning into your mouth and sucking on your bottom lip while he expertly undresses you. his thrusts are a lot more desperate; he fucks you like his life depends on it, ramming you into the mattress over and over with his hips until all you can feel, all you can think of is him. he’s extremely passionate and will suck little bruises into your skin while playing with your clit, using your slick and his precum to make you as messy as possible.

[vxmpyree]

Oooh taking off nikto's mask thoooo

when you saw nikto's face for the first time, it was on a balmy night. you were deployed to a small section of the middle east, hunting down one of zakhaev's groups. but it'd been so, so long, and even a man such as himself, one burdened by the need for revenge, can only wait for so long.

so, you set up camp for the night.

you traded cigarettes with one another. he had the cheap, crude kind-- the sort that you smoke only to take the edge off. (really, you only liked them because his chapped lips touched each one before he passed them onto you.)

you still remember the look in his eyes. he was magnetic, this character that disturbed you but drew you in with every little quip and brooding look. there was-- is-- something about him that you just can't shake.

the night set in, and after smoking for quite a while, you both got into the tent. it was small. if a strong wind came through, it would've knock it down with the two of you in it. but you weren't nervous, not with nikto around.

he always wore a face-covering, often a mix of fabrics and tactile material. you knew of the campfire tales from your rookie days of what he endured, of how zakhaev tortured him, each story more exaggerated than the last. you don't really know what happened, you just know it was bad enough for him to always hide behind a mask.

like a fool, you asked him about it. and he answered by turning around, presenting the clasp to you, daring you to release him from the measly pieces keeping the mask together.

you did. your fingers hesitated before undoing the clasp, but you did it. he did not flinch-- he wasn't bluffing or trying to prove a point. he just let you do it, and you weren't sure of why. maybe it was because you were alone, or that he liked that your mouth touched his cigarettes, or maybe he just wanted to give you something to write home about.

was he beautiful, or ugly? was he "atrocious" and "blighted by scars?" maybe. maybe not. this character that people formed, that he played into, was not all it was made out to be. he looked just as tired as everybody else, just as sullen. you saw him as andre that night, not just nikto, the man who kills and terrorizes.

[v3nusstardust]

“Naturally beautiful.”💌

Pairing : Niki Nishimura x you🎀

Genre : fluff:3 lowk sad thoooo.. 🫦

Warnings : mentions of overthinking and anxiety

11:38 pm

You got home absolutely exhausted from work. You honestly felt like you couldn’t even walk. The lingering stress from managing a short-staffed shift gnawed at you. You had a small anxiety attack in your car earlier which added onto the stress and made you extremely exhausted. You were so busy you didn’t get to tell Niki, your boyfriend, about anything. You knew he sent you lots of heart warming messages and voicemails, but you couldn’t even look at your phone. Your eyes felt drowsy and your body desperately needed sleep.

Walking to yours and Niki’s room, you could hear the distant hum of your tv. You assumed he was probably awake. You opened the door, but to your surprise your boyfriend was asleep and cocooned in the embrace of one of your hoodies. He was cuddling your hoodie.. the sight made you feel so warm inside. You didn’t even bother taking off your makeup or even changing out of your work uniform. You knew you probably smelled a bit musty, but you were so tired you probably couldn’t even stay awake in the shower.

You climbed on the bed and nestled up next to Niki. His tousled hair, plump lips, and sweeping lashes made him look ethereal. He was probably awake about 30 minutes ago because his hair was a bit damp and wet. The smell of his minty shampoo comforted you. You grabbed his hand and caressed his palms, and soon enough you were asleep.

2:25 am

Something cold. Extremely cold, but soothing caressed your face. Your eye lashes fluttered open slowly. A soft hum escaped your lips as you woke up. Fully opening your eyes, you saw Niki kneeling beside you with a soft look in his eyes.

“Shh…Shh” Niki’s gentle voice whispered. “Ni…ki?” You murmured. “Yes love, I’m here.” He caressed your lips with his thumb before placing a peck to your soft lips. Blinking away the remnants of slumber, you inquired, your voice husky, "What are you doing?" . “I’m taking off your makeup darling. You forgot to and I know how you’re always talking about how you need to take it off before you go to bed .” He explained as he pulled out a makeup wipe from the blue packaging.

Grateful for his warmth, you managed a small smile, feeling the lingering fatigue. Not wanting to disrupt the serene moment, you whispered a heartfelt, "Thank you," as Niki continued to softly wipe off your makeup. “Your lashes are still on my love. That’s a really good lash glue.” He laughed softly. You laid there with your eyes closed, enveloped in exhaustion.

“I’m assuming.. work went rough yesterday?” He asked as he removed your necklace and earrings. “It was…. Terrible” you groaned in response. “I know how overwhelmed you get y/n. You worried me because you weren’t responding to my texts.” He sighed with a hint of hurt in his voice. He put down the makeup wiped on your night stand and walked over to your jewelry box to put away your necklace and earrings.

Amidst the moment, You felt a pang of guilt. You were the worst girlfriend ever. Hearing the pain in his voice killed you. Here he was, pampering you and showing you love and affection and you wouldn’t even text him back during your shift. Your thoughts began to overflow and it was overwhelming you. You’ve always had a bad problem with your anxiety. Though Niki and you had been together for about 4 months, he already knew you so well. Your body language told him everything. Your jaw clenched, your shoulders tightened and you started hastily inhaling and exhaling. Niki quickly looked back at you and concern filled his face. “Are you okay?” He asked, walking back over to you. Your lips began to curve into a pout and tears started to fall down your cheeks. You covered your face, you hated how ugly you looked when you cried. Niki knew why you were crying without even asking. He didn’t need an explanation because he knew you so well.

Without any words, Niki climbed onto the bed and cuddled up next to you. Your face nestled into the warmth of his chest, tears leaving stains on his shirt, yet he didn't seem to mind. "Y/n, you're the best I could ever ask for, my love. I'm so sorry that work was stressful for you, but I'm always going to be here for you. I understand you didn't respond because you were busy. I'm not mad at all," he whispered tenderly into your ear, his fingers gently caressing your hair. Attempting to lift your chin to meet his gaze, "Look at me, darling."

“No. I hate how I look when I cry.” Your words muffled into his shirt. “ don’t say that, You’re naturally beautiful .Look at me pretty girl.” He insisted softly. His hand cupped your chin and you were face to face with him. You looked at him with glistening lashes and tear stained flushed cheeks. The sincerity in his eyes reassured you. "I'm here to hold you through the storms, y/n. You don't have to face it all alone," Niki reassured, his words a soothed your every nerve. “I love you.” He whispered as he kissed your forehead. “So much..” he added, pecking your cheek. You felt so vulnerable in his arms. “I love you too.” You softly pecked him on the lips.

“Fall asleep here with me. I want to hold you so you feel safe even in your sleep.” Niki said in a warm loving tone. You listened to his heartbeat and eventually comfortably fell back to sleep in his arms.

( A/n : holy shit dude I gotta go to sleep…I have a soccer game in the morning and my ass if over here writing fucking fan fics 🗿 anyway enjoy 😼)

[aliyalala]

Geto x reader Geto Suguru being a puppy fluff?

he was unaware he was pouting until shoko hissed at him to stop sulking. he couldn't help it. you were so close yet so far away from him, and he couldn't stand it. for reasons he couldn't understand he felt it hard to be apart from you for too long, it was like he was permanently in a "honeymoon" era. designated seats had been selected for each student to complete the exam and you had been seated in the far right corner of the classroom. much too far away for his liking. for the next twenty minutes, he attempted to focus on the task set in front of him. pretty soon he was back to sulking. taking one last glance back at you, he folded his arms and lay his head down on his arms.

he was in and out of sleep for the remaining forty-five minutes, occasionally sitting up to check the time on the clock.

when the exam finished and the bell rang for the end of school, he stayed where he was while students slowly filed out, too deep in his nap to hear anything happening around him.

when you reached his desk, you smiled fondly down at him. his cheek was squished against his folded arms, red lines were pressed into his face from the fabric of his clothes. carefully you shook his shoulder to wake him up.

he groaned but opened his eyes and looked up at you. the smile that reached his eyes reminded you of an excited puppy. he reached for your hand and leapt up to kiss you on the forehead. you walked together to the exit before he pulled you close to him. he dropped his head next to your ear and sighed happily. "i missed you." he complained with a pout in his voice. you resisted the urge to roll your eyes and reached up to wrap your hands around his neck. "we were in the same room, idiot" you laughed when he pulled back and grumbled something about "you don't love me..." but he let you take his hand and lead him away from the classes and towards the dorms.

the whole time you rambled on about the test papers, he wasn't really listening but he loved your voice so he stuck by you, squeezing your hand occasionally.

when you reached the dorms he followed you to yours instead of going to his own. "suguru, you know your not really supposed to be here." he made a sound at the back of his throat that sounded like a whine while making himself comfortable on you small single bed. "i haven't talked to you since that stupid test thing thoooo..." he stuck his bottom lip out and attempted to pull you on the bed with him.

he frowned sadly when you stepped away from him with a laugh and proceeded to change out of your uniform. the entire time he complained about being cold and making grabby hands at your figure. when finally, you were in comfortable lounge wear, you settled on top of him, flopping yourself on his chest with a yawn. immediately, he lay his arms around your back, leaning his head down to bury in your hair.

the next few hours were spent with him holding you while you both drifted in and out of sleep.

Im so tired bro....

This is not proofread :D Reblogs are appreciated

[epithet-beloved]

some Giovanni headcanons would be great. romantic, platonic, or something in between is up to you! He’s just a very caring guy and seems like a great friend to have

DATING GIOVANNI POTAGE HEADCANONS

synopsis… Headcanons on what it’s like to date Giovanni Potage!

ft. Giovanni Potage, the Boys™, Bellatrix “Trixie” Roughhouse (mentioned), Moxie Roughhouse (mentioned), Molly Blyndeff (mentioned)

tags… relationship study, fluff, hurt/comfort, giovanni is an idiot (affectionate), reader is one of Giovanni’s minions, boy used as gender neutrally, epithet erased spoilers, just for moxie’s inclusion cause i love her

word count… 1101

a/n… GIOVANNI POTAGE THE PERFECT MAN too perfect actually give this man more narrative driven flaws ✧ 🦝

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 What’s it like having literally everyone be jealous of you

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 No I’m completely serious???? Giovanni treats you like ROYALTY. 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He’s down HORRENDOUSLY and it shows!!! He doesn’t care for time he’ll profess his undying love for you within a MINUTE of admitting his feelings for you.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Despite that… the wait for him actually realising his feelings… Agony.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 For so long, he’s convinced you’re just His Favourite Boy (totally platonic) and he does so many wonderful things for you (totally platonic), and he thinks you’re TOTALLY attractive but anyone would think that about someone as lovable as you! (totally absolutely platonic)

“Heh-heh-heeeyyy!!”  Giovanni calls when he sees you approaching.  He meets you halfway, arm swinging around your shoulder and nuzzling into you.  “How’s my favourite boy, huh?!”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Without even noticing, he’s affectionate with you. He calls it “practising platonic intimacy” and that you two shouldn’t be afraid of kissing each other’s cheeks or hugging. He does it with the Boys too, but you even more so.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Crusher and Spike are giving you such glaring side eyes.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You have to be perceptive to notice his growing feelings, because he’s totally convinced that what he feels for you is just intense Bromance. 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Hear me out thoooo, one day you’re hanging out just the two of you, and Giovanni asks out of the blue if you ever kissed anyone before.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You’re of course going WHAT. What could possibly be going through his mind asking that?!

When your eyes widen and jaw drops, it clicks in Giovanni’s head what you’re thinking.  “Agh– Wait!  I meant like… just a quick one on the lips, y’know?  Like… y’ever kissed a friend, just ‘cause?”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Oh you know where this is going.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He admits to you that he never kissed anyone on the lips before.  He just wants to see what it’s like – and he trusts you!  You’re his favourite boy after all.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 So you kissed.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 And oh boy it’s like a freight train hits him.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You pull away and he’s beet red, staring up at you, nearly curling in on himself as he just makes a face of awe.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He tells you then and there he thinks he’s in love with you.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Ugh he’s everything.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He loves taking you to family events!  You’re dating now, so you’re practically family!! They’re all important to him, so it’s pretty much law for you to get along before things continue.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 His moms are shocked he has a partner, even informing you to your face that they never thought it would happen. They approve of you though, and you’re welcome around anytime as long no funny business occurs! 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Trixie nearly went to join the ghosts when they found out their cousin has a partner. Like that just doesn’t compute in their head.  Later, they pull you aside and asks you if you’ve been tricked, if it’s just so people think Giovanni has game, basically confirming with you that you and Giovanni are a thing. Passed away peacefully when you say it’s all true.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Moxie is also a protective one.  Makes a beeline to you when you’re alone and starts interrogating.

“Whaddya want with Giovanni!?”  The girl hisses with crossed arms.  You don’t know what you did to set her off…  “Ya better not hurt him!  Dude’s sensitive!” You shake your head, put off by her aggression.  “I don’t want to hurt him!  Promise!” Moxie squints, and does the ‘I’m watching you’ action before turning on her heel and rejoining the group.  You heave a sigh of relief.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You’d ask about Moxie later to Giovanni, and to your surprise, he seems to dance around the topic.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 It’s only later in your relationship does he admit to you this is his first time dating someone for real.  He relays a story that he got asked out to a high school dance just as a joke, and got ditched.  Moxie was the one to spend the night with him in their stuffy suit and dress their parents forced them into at some local gas station.  That’s why she’s so protective. 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He tells you that it’s probably the first time that he wondered if something is wrong with him, if he’s too focused on being his most authentic self that people just don’t like it – like him. 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Promise the guy that you love him for who he is.  He’ll be devoted to you indelibly from then on.

“Y-Yo,” Giovanni nervously laughs as you embrace him gently after his story.  You hear him sniff, as if trying his hardest to look cool and unaffected by the past event.  “I’m over it now, y’know?  It’s been years.” You pull him closer to you and pet his hair, Giovanni almost melts.  “No.  No one should treat my favourite boy like that.” Giovanni honestly believes he fell in love all over again.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 It’s after that point that Giovanni truly feels like he’s loved, and you’re not just taking pity on him by being with him.  He knows you love him, and he knows he loves you too.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ENOUGH RELATIONSHIP PROGRESSION LET’S GET INTO THE GOOD STUFF

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You and him are basically Molly’s surrogate parents.  Don’t be surprised if she accidentally refers to you with a parental title.  She’ll be mortified, but laugh it off and pet her head and she breathes a sigh of relief.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Call him Vonni.  Gio is the nickname his friends normally use for him, but Vonni just feels so much fuzzier in his insides.  Melts him every time.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He’s also weak when you call him ‘boss’; do that and he’ll be at your beck and call, like a good boss should be!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 LOVES taking you out to the mall just to try on cute clothes, get your nails done, or doing cool guy things like loitering in front of a truck.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Listen to me.  I am speaking directly in your ear.  The biggest of all the great Giovanni Potage’s weaknesses?  Play with his little scruff of beard when you kiss.  Do that and you’ll send him straight to Epithet Jesus.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Dates include finding a snail on the path and just staring at it as it travels along and also you’re holding hands so it’s intimate.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 I KNOW this man has a wikipedia addiction.  He’s your best bet for trivia night because he just has knowledge in the weirdest places because he keeps going on wikipedia dives.  You’re a dynamic duo of useless knowledge.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Overall, your relationship is just the sweetest thing.  Don’t tell anyone, but he secretly fantasises about opening a bistro and restaurant with you someday in the future.  When he’s committed, trust and believe he commits.  

[bulldog-geckorahhhhh]

Okiii, I was sorta curious about what other OC interactions we could do besides of Herman and Al (I love em tho <3). This is also a mini excuse for me to infodump about my OCs but still XD (Also I've already shown Sis and Herman to you so I thought I'd share the others)

ALRIGHTY FIRST ONE UP ISSSS: Sister Vanessa

Unlike Sister Sis, Vanessa's more of the energetic and sassy one in the church. She loves roses (As seen where she accessories with them), as well as fashion and messing around with Father gregor (He often disapproves of her). Sis has a HUGE crush on her

Some Facts:

Her HC voice actress is Kathleen Delaney, the voice of Rouge the Bat in Sonic X

A HUGE fanfic writer, she's trying to recreate the bible in her version

She just screams y2k energy, idk XD

Now we have Dylan! One of the first SM OCs I ever had plans for. (His ref sheet's being redesigned, so that's why it's incomplete).

Upbeat and cheerful, this chubby donut-loving cop always tries his best to help others. While he may be clumsy, forgetful, and maybe not the most skilled cop in the police force, he's a good friend who's always trying his best!

Some bonus facts:

As the ref sheet shows, he's Patty's older brother! His :3 face was made to contrast with his sister's owl lip

Also his HC voice actor his Jack Mcbrayer (HIS ENERGY AND ACCENT FITS HIM SO WELL THOOOO)

He's known Jack since high school! They're good friends <:)

Somewhat aware of the cult... (Let's just say his aunt nearly sacrificed him when he was a kid-)

Actually shipped with Ignacio sometimes! (They're shipname is BurntDonuts)

And lastly, we have the Cat Burglar!

A sleek, sly, and elusive criminal with a love for stealing jewels, gems, basically anything shiny, as well as cats! Like Fat Thief and Thin Thief, they work for the cult, although they're more involved with it due to a certain ritual...

Facts!!

HC voice actor is Jacob Tobia (Double Trouble from She-Ra)

Developed "Cat-Like quirks" after the ritual occurred. Such as hissing/meowing as a vocal stim, having seafood cravings, being lazy like a cat, hating the rain, etc

Rather dramatic sometimes, they love watching musicals XD (They're actually inspired by Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer from the Cats Musical!)

Either ways that's all, I have a couple more SM OCs, but these are considered my main ones (Along with Sis and Herman) XD

OOOOH OOOH OHHHH I LOVE THEM ALL! Throwing a character of mine at each of them

Throwing Livia at Sister Vanessa. Liv has a history of bothering nuns! I can imagine Vanessa met a struggling pigeon caught in something outside the church. And getting nearly jumped by Liv who thought she was hurting the bird- they fight but after that Liv won’t stop showing up. (they’re a member of the cult. So maybe they’re watching the church too)

For Dylan, I of course first think of August! Where there’s a cop there’s an August! They probably love hanging around him, cause he’s nicer and easier to yap to than John (and even Jack some times).

And the Cat burglar, I’m throwing Tori! She probably LOVES watching them and narrating their acts. She prob annoys the shit out of them- she floats behind them while they steal something. They swat at her but she disappears like the Cheshire Cat and laughs.

[ador3him]

Part 2 for this story?

pairing: dream x gn!reader

warnings: swearing, ANGSTY

requested? yes by anon!!

word count: 0.5k

a/n: I HAD SO MANY IDEAS WITH THIS ONE HEHEHEH I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ROUTE THOOOO :D

It has been a couple days since Dream had his little moment as y/n liked to call it. Dream has decided to stay a bit longer at y/n only originally going to stay a week but has extended it for another 2. Dream was in y/n’s kitchen cooking some pancakes for their breakfast as y/n came out of their bedroom yawning.

“y/n! I was going to wake you up with breakfast in bed,” Dream turned to them giving them a hug and a kiss on the forehead. y/n hummed content. “How’d you sleep, sweetie?” He mumbled into their hair. “Good, you?” they pulled away from Dream and sat up on the kitchen counter. “Great,” He smiled and turned back to the burning pancake “Shit,” he muttered.

“Dream, what are we?” y/n asked curiously, they leant back a bit, so they were laying down on the counter with their legs dangling off the edge. “What are we?” Dream repeated the question. y/n let out a quick ‘mhm’ as Dream turned back around to face y/n. “Well, depends, what do you want to be?” Dream leaned onto the counter and looked down at y/n and laughed. “What?” y/n giggled. “Nothing, absolutely nothing. I am just happy.” Dream smiled, he leaned over and gave them a quick peck. “Pancakes are ready,” he said whilst he pulled y/n up straight. He turned to grab their plate and hand it to them. y/n took it and placed it down beside them. “Are you ignoring the question?” y/n asked. “What? No, of course not!” Dream defended himself. He sighed and looked at y/n. “In all honesty? I don’t know what we are. I feel like I got mad and just ‘claimed you’ and didn’t even talk to you about it. We are best friends! I don’t want to ruin that.” Dream confessed. “So, you don’t want to date or anything? Are you fucking kidding? Why would you fuck with my feelings like that Clay!” y/n jumped off the counter and went to storm off. “No, this is my house, get the fuck out.”  y/n said to Dream calmly.

“That isn’t what I meant,” Dream rushed out. “Get the fuck out.” y/n said louder and went to grab his stuff from their room. “Sweetie, calm down. Can I say what I wanted to say?” Dream grabbed their wrist to stop them from going any further. “What? ‘No, I could never date you, you’re just a friend! I just didn’t want Karl to make a move on you! Sorry.’ “y/n eyes began to fill with tears.

“No! Of course not! I don’t want to rush into something, I want to date you obviously! I just want to make sure that this is something that you know? Won’t affect our friendship nor what we are like around our other friends!” Dream spoke softly and made sure y/n was listening. “We can be whatever you want to be, love. As long as I am with you,” He placed a soft kiss on their lips. “M’sorry, I am just scared. The same as you,” y/n said when they pulled back. “Nothing to be scared of, we have each other,” Dream whispered in y/n ear as he held them close.

[fairyhaos]

CURRENTLY CALLING THE POLICE HOW DAR EU HOW DARE YOU'RE SUED I'M TAKING YOU TO COURT FOR YOUR CIRMES THE AUDACITYYYYYYY

THE WAY I'LL GET ON MY KNEES TO BEG YOUR KISSED SEUNGCHEOL I SWEAR

JOSHUA ENGULFING ME WITH THOSE BEEFY ARMS????? DONT GE TME STRATED ON HIS LIPS I'D COMIT CRIMES FOR HIS KISSES

WONUUU THOOOO WONUUUUU

AND POOR KWANNIE IN DISBELIEF????? BOY OF COURSE I WANT YOUR KISSES AND I WANT YOU TO HOLD MY FACE WITH THOSE GORGEOUS HANDS OH GOD HE'D BE THE TYOE OF GUY TO SIGH AFTER THE KISS BYE BYEEEEEE

HAHAHAHAHA okay but honestly ME TOO???? i'd be on THE FLOOR for seungcheol immediately and JOSHUA AKJSHHD anon you are so real for that i support u and ur illegal activities <3 kwan's is SO CUTE ACTUALLY I LOVE HIM HE'S JUST SO :(((( HE'S SO SQUISH N ROMANTIC AND YOU ARE SO RIGHT ABOUT HIM TOO

[wench-and-jezebel]

My Bloody Valentine (3D) Reaction:

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

[Preemptive warning for gore, btw… I'm sure that's shocking]

Bloody gears, so scurry

DEAN

Jump scare

How.  Did she.  Not notice that sooner.  [Define the that for the viewers please, dear]  That the guy legit just wasn’t in his bed

WELL SHIT. DERSSS BEEN A MURDERRRRR.  [THERE'S BEEN SEVERAL MY DEAR]

WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME ABOUT THE GORE?!�� [Ma’am.]  Kiddingggg

Sweet lord. Blech

The acting tho ☠️☠️☠️☠️ [I've told you this; Jackles is, like, the only good actor in this (slight exaggeration but not much)]  🤣🤣🤣 Fair

Deannn  [His name's Tom btw aksldjf]

Whooooa, Tom's voice… That caught me off guard  [I KNOW RIGHT] Isss so soft  [asfdkja;dslfkj This is true]

[Creepy mineshaft that just collapsed: OBVIOUSLY the best place for a party]  Right?!

Oooooh jumpscare??

☠️

[Damn, I really should've warned you about the gore, huh?] Literally

But also.  Wot.  WAS THAT.  You can tell this was a 3D movie  ☠️☠️☠️

How’d he miss them

[“Jason” Wrong horror movie, bud]  ☠️☠️☠️

Buddy.  Don’t you see the bodies???

Runnnnn buddy

☠️☠️☠️ Well damn

Damn x2

Oh shit.  ☠️☠️☠️☠️ blech

[And prepare yourself for some uncoolness btw]  Uncoolness?  [“Dean”'s friends]  Oh.  Oh shit.  They just.  Left him.  Though, I mean, at least his girlfriend tried.  [Yes, but she's 1/3]  True.  2/3 suck.  [asdkfjha;kdfsj Yeah]

Poor buddy [Abandoned with a serial killer]

Bad-buddy, the mask breathing is a giveaway

Freckles

Blood freckles

Bruh HARRY IS A BEAST [*to the dulcet sounds of Bachman-Turner Overdrive* You ain't seen nothing yet]

And at that moment he snapped [...]  What?  [Nothing.]

The lip trembleee thoooo 💕💕💕 *dissolves*

– – – 

And here we paused because someone closed Safari.  Not that I’m naming names, but it was Jezebel.  Because obviously, if anyone were gonna close the film preemptively, it’d be she.  (With all affection, my dear :) )

– – – 

Wait, is that douche?  From earlier?  [Yes]  Le gasp

Wait?  Wait  WAIT  That hoe!!!  3/3  [I told you… uncoolness.]  She ain’t loyal

I don’t even feel bad the guy’s gonna kill ‘em all  [That’s what I’m SAYING]

[And btw... wait for itttt]  GOOD!  Thassss what she gets  [tbf, you're right: there’s a poeticness to the fact that she’s being cheated on after abandoning Tom and moving on with the other dude]

I knew it.  Haha.  Ya screwed up buddy. She pregnant.

Bowleggedness at its finest  [alskdjf]  Even if that was the most pointless scene  [LAKSJDF;LKASJFD]  Imma squat and stare at spooky mine where all my trauma came from  [Max-coded] ☠️

[This whole town pisses me off, btw]

Buddy can’t get a good dad. Including his irl one.  [Wait till you see Devour…. Where his dad sucks AND is played by his irl dad]

[Pupper]

👀👀👀👀 Welp.  [They're very.  Enthusiastic.]  Tiddies ☠️☠️☠️☠️ [It does get... more]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️  I just…. It’s not like that.  It’s nothing like that.  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

[I forgot how PTSD buddy is] 💕💕💕💕💕*sigh*

[That.  Does not qualify as romantic btw]

Oh shit

OH SHIT

BITCH?!  Why did you not shut the door?!!?  CLEARLY SHES HAS NEVER SEEN A HORROR MOVIE

Come on, ma’am, you never hide under the bed [Hmmmmm, I wonder where she could beeeee]

Well damn poor lady.  [Yup :(]

DAMN

THIS MOVIES FUCKING WILD 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣  [I KNOW]

Hi 💕 *dissolves* [His smile is so cute tho]  Oh my goooosh dawwww

Ok I’m not AS mad that she moved on.  But still.  [It still bothers me for a thing I can't say yet; talk about it at the end]  Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh wait.  Oh wait!  Is the kid his?  [I don't think so]  Oh  [It's been ten years… Kid's not ten, I don't think]  I thought that was the thing you couldn’t say  [Nope.  You’ll see :)]

Yeah you shot him, but he did kinda just you know… WALK AWAY

OH SHIT, old man.  [Did I mention this whole town pisses me off?]  

“I didn’t kill those people.”  Why tf are they blaming him?  [Technically.  Because the mine explosion is explained as being because he didn't do something he should've.]  Ooooh  [But AGAIN.  Accidental explosion vs intentional homicide.  Which is the bigger deal?]  Ye. Not the same.  Like.  TF?!  And like…. If buddy wanted to be doing the murders… he would have done it anyway.  [AND Even if he initially started "to save air" (unclear), he then killed all the poor nurses and doctors and college kids.  So that's not just.  “necessity”]

Why you watching their "activities", sir?  That’s not a murder.  That’s.  Intercourse.  Buddy.

BUDDY YOURE CHEATING ON HER!!!  YOU DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO BE JEALOUS ABOUT HER STILL LIKING TOM.

[Buddy, you already regretted the last ten years of your life.  Also, ma'am annoys me here btw.  "How dare you need time and space away from the town that blamed you for blowing up a mine after the serial killer who almost killed you got shot in front of you after your friends abandoned you?!?!?"]

Buddy you’re always losing your way.  It’s a character trait at this point.

Nahhhhh mines scuuuurrr me [Even without serial killers in them]

Ouch migraine

Okay, nope, that’s it.  The way they look at each other.  That was just tooooo much of a looking in the mirror moment.  If Tom’s not the bad guy, I’ma riot.

The fecking squelch

[You realize how claustrophobic Tom must be tho?]  Right!?!

Bruh.  He was locked in the cage.  I still think he did it (so how tf did he do that) but come on

“Cause you’re pretty and I love you” [Basically]

BRUH AXEL YOU ARE CHEATING ON HERRRRRR.  [I KNOW.  He’s so possessive and for why.  He legit gives 0 shits]

I AM SO READY FOR HIM TO DIE.  if he doesn’t I’m gonna be very angry

[This has gone well btw]

“Come on, wife I don’t care about but pretty boy can’t care about either”

Gahhhhhh I hate that douche is the cop.  Ewwwww  [!!!]

“Why would you want to sell the mine?” *2 seconds later*  “Why would you want to stay?”

Ohh he struck a nerve [This poor dude has gotten punched, like, three times] ☠️☠️☠️

[I love his coat-hoodie combo thing alkasjfd]

“Or you”  Poor ol buddy's like… why you say that to me

Yellow fever vibes [Yes]

[Did I mention that buddy is so claustrophobic and so PTSD that it's painful]  I knowwwww

Why you look so shocked; you didn’t even close it

Ahhhhhh Blech

Why can’t douche just like die  [alksdjf Maybe he will!]

Oh shit “We found Ben”

[I swear, they're all just like: Hmm, something went wrong. Blame Tom!]

Bruh this chick

Wait WOT.  Ma'am, Axel was only there for you ‘cause you left Tom behind!??

[They have also never seen a horror movie]

Oh don’t hold your belly ma’am; you’re what, three days?

Beaten down with a Turkey leg

Oh shit Sarah die?  [I say nothing]

“Yes, let me leave you alone”

All he’s thinking is “thanks Harry”

Oooop- She knowwws  [I know she's saying Axel, but it sounded like asshole]

OH SHIT NOT THE KIDDDD

ME AS A COP!  “Do I gotta go in?”

Welp cop You’re about to be retired from life too, ok?

Oh shiiiiiit

X2

Ooooof

Good thing I’m not squeami— oh. Wait  [I GAVE THE GORE WARNING]

[Ooh, the salt in the wound tho.  "She left with that nice Tom Hanniger"]

Theeeeee CGI

[Ma'am, Axel almost slammed you into a desk; how is him being violent impossible?]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

They didn’t handle this storyline well.  I hate that the guy who got the short end of the stick the whole movie is the bad guy  [FINALLY SOMEONE GETS IT.  Also… That end just got shorter btw]  ☹️☹️  [The screams thoooo]

Ewww Axel’s vengeance face

She gon kill axel and then it’s not him

☠️☠️☠️ Poetic

Bitch.  Why.  The mines.  Of all places.  To hide.  From a psycho miner dude.

Poor Sarah

Oooop- Buddy messed up

Poor buddy lost it

Like…. [While you type, lemme just say how much I hate how Axel's immediate response is "I knew it"]  What pisses me offf is axel doesn’t even care about any of it.  Just that he was right.  [SBC, but I wish it weren’t]  Like this isn’t about justice for the dead people. It’s ohhhhh I don’t like you and you ended up being the bad guy.  This is what I mean with they handled it bad.  [Definitely agree.  We’ll talk more at endpoint reaction.]

[That went well]  That went boom

Bruh.  He just doesn’t die

Ew; no one cares about yall’s love.  [HE WAS CHEATING ON HER A DAY AGO]

🙂 He lives

That look

– – –

Endpoint Reaction:

Jezebel: Instead of Axel being the jealous whatever-he-was, he should have been Tom’s best friend. They leave ‘cause they think the guy’s killed him. And then get together because he disappears. Even if the cheating still happens, it takes away that the “bad guy gets the girl and the good guy’s the bad guy” taste.  That alone would have made it a little easier to watch and made it to where you could be happy they get away.  

Wench: Agreed

Jezebel: Because the way it’s handled almost feels like this whole movie victim-blamed Tom into insanity and thus turned him into the thing he tried to get them to see he wasn’t.  Also the whole “he was in an asylum” thing seemed so “we gotta explain why he’s got this split personality” so they threw it in, when they could have I dunno showed it in a two minute clip

Wench: Yeah

Jezebel: But the gore was 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 hard to watch but made it scary enough in that sense.  And there was a full on nekked woman running around.  It wasn’t horrible! But yeah. It’s up there with Friday the 13th on killers I side with

Wench: So, you know I have a fondness for this film.  But it's very much a "I know it's not good and watch anyway" kind of fondness, mixed with the tastes that leads people to watch, for example... revenge stories.  I recognize that Tom's the "bad guy" of the film, and I also recognize that some of the people he killed weren't people who deserved it.  But I also can't stop myself from rooting for him, and that --- the fact that he makes it to the end, for example --- is a large part of the fondness.  It's like Law Abiding Citizen, where the "bad guy" is nonetheless the one you root for.

Jezebel: LAW ABIDING CITIZEN OOOOOH I LOVE THAT ONEEEE

Wench: Yesss

Also Wench: But it also pisses me off because of a number of things (some of which you covered).  If the town as a whole --- his alleged friends, family, partners, etc --- had bothered to check in with him instead of villainizing him, the entire movie (or, at least, all but the first ten minutes) might not have happened.  He didn't leave out of the blue, and it's stupid that they act like he did.  He left because, in close proximity: a) the entire town turned against him for a mistake --- a costly mistake, sure, but nonetheless, an accident --- that they apparently ranked as on-par with the serial-killing miner who slaughtered a whole hospital and a college party of some kind, b) said miner tried to kill him, c) his friends left him behind for said miner to kill him, and then d) said miner got shot in front of him at extremely close quarters.  Buddy didn't leave for the fun of it; buddy was confined to a mental institution because he had some combination of a mental breakdown and/or a dissociative identity split.  To the point that he's still chugging meds in the movie and showing signs of both PTSD and a related panic disorder of some kind (at least to my amateur eyes)

Jezebel: Right!!?! Any of those alone would cause a person to snap!

Wench: Axel isn't a good guy, and he's not even a flawed hero.  He's an outright asshole.  He acts completely out of jealousy, marries a woman simply because he'd been envious of her and Tom's previous relationship but now Tom wasn't in his way, cheats on her despite them having a son together, and is controlling and possessive to a dangerous level at all times.

Jezebel: 100% agree with it all!

Wench: Actually, I just realized a thing.  If you take this story.  And put it in slightly different terms.  You get:

There's a group of friends.  This group includes Friend 1, who is in a relationship with Friend 2, and Friend 3.  Friend 3 is jealous of the relationship between Friend 1 and 2.

Through some combination of Friend 3's actions and an external entity, Friend 1 is removed from the equation.

Friend 3 uses this as an opportunity to fulfill the jealousy and start a relationship with Friend 2

Friend 1, meanwhile, gets incarcerated somewhere for a great many years, with better or worse periods of sanity/lucidity, before getting out and going back to hometown

Friend 2 and Friend 3's relationship has soured, since the jealousy didn't last past the initial pursuit success

Friend 1 slowly but surely takes revenge against various people in hometown

And that’s the story of The Count of Monte Cristo.

Jezebel: Ooh!  I gotta say, I was so lost at first.

Wench: The point is: The Count is the protagonist of the story, and, while he’s not a pure “good guy,” he’s definitely the best of the initial characters (e.g. pre-Chateau D’If).  So, yeah, the terms change a bit with the many murders of this film, as well as the fact that not everyone harmed by Tom was problematic, but, in terms solely of character archetypes, plotlines, etc… Tom is “the good guy” of the story.  And he got, as you put it, the short end of the stick for the entire plot.  He deserved to not have it happen again, instead of having the blame of the entire town actually portrayed as “deserved.”

Jezebel: Side-tracking a bit because: Another thing is it, would have been better to have the killer actually be Axel or one of the older men, or even the girl.  Or the other cop.  It being Tom just 😮‍💨😮‍💨 it but a bad taste in my mouth (I think I already said this lol but it did).  But also it being Tom would have had a poeticness about it under different circumstances, if he wasn’t already painted as h the villain.  Like, maybe axel thought it was him but the rest of the town was like “tommy?! Our boy!? Nooooo way”  Then it being him would have been like “TOMMY?! NO WAY!! MY BOY!”

Wench: Yeah, that’s fair… When I first watched the film, I knew they were going to make Tom the bad guy ahead of time, but I still wanted him to be right that it was Axel instead.  Anything else to add?

Jezebel: Nope!  Just that it was a’ight!  And Ackles was *chef’s kiss* as always

[mamin-the-troll]

‘Are you going to Scarborough Fair?’ --Someone, a man, asked him.

.

This is a warm up to what I am planning to do in the up coming comic event! It’s another AU but I quite like the plot and can’t shake it out of my head soooooo I am going to do it anyway! wish me luck~

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

Okay. Consider: if you ever told Eddie you have sensitive nipples, the man will see if he can make you orgasm just from playing with them

HE WOULD LIVE FOR THAT THOOOO

like he is a boob dude through and through, and if you tell him that your nipples are super sensitive? hell, you could casually mention that you made yourself cum from nipple play while alone one time, and he’s gonna take that as a challenge. asking, “has anyone ever made you cum from that, or was it just when you touched yourself?”

and you tell him it was solo only, so what does he do? he lifts up your shirt, pops your tits out, and starts sucking & licking on them like he’s going to starve without that contact. rolling the free one in his fingers, pinching it, tugging them with his teeth, flicking his tongue on it, and he doesn’t touch you anywhere else. he wants to see if he can truly make you cum just from nipple stimulation, even if you’re whining and begging him to touch you.

“no, no, baby,” he coos, squeezing your tits in his hands before sucking generously again. he pops off, a small trail of spit bridging his full lips to your hard nipple. “gotta see if i can make you cum just from this.”

long story short, he definitely fucking can.

[just-some-random-blogger]

THE WAY I RANNNNN TO REBLOG THIS TO SAVE THIS TO READ THIS FOR LATER COS I SAW YOU WERE THE AUTHOR

😫😫😫😫😫💳💢💳💢💳💢💳💢💳💢💳💳💢💳💢💳💢💳💢💳💢💳 GIRLLLLLIIEEEE BLESSSSSSSSS BLESSS UP BLESS YOU BLESSS MEEE BLESS YOUR FAMILY FED WELL FED WE WILL BE WELLLL FEEDDDD

OMG I HOPE YOU WATCHED THE FOURTH JOHN WICK ALREADY COS GIRRLLLLLLLLLLL WHEN I SAY IT WAS GOODDD WHEB I SAY MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY WAS ALTERED ITS SOO GOOD THE CAST WAS NOTHING SHORT OF SPECTACULAR SKARSGARD REEVES YEN UGHHHHHH DONNY FUCKING YEN THOOOO UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WE MUST GEEK OUT ABOUT THIS LET ME HAVE THAT WITH YOU ON Y HANDS AND KNEESS

But you should have known better. You should have known that any game played with Marquis Vincent de Gramont may eventually turn deadly.

NAHHHHH CUZZZ THE WAY YOU STARTED THISSSSSS THOOOOO

Unlike you. Renegade, foul-mouthed vagabond.

🧍 girl 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤢🤢🤢 its giving nothing have some spine have some face have some feminsm men aint shit and don't you ever forget that and FOR DUCKS SAKES YOURE AN ASSASSIN GIRLIE MISS ME WITH THAT BULLSHIT IMPOSTER SYNDROME YUCKK

His head snapped to you menacingly. "You could have been killed, moineau."

I- 🧍 he 🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣😳😳😳😳😳

You continued, as he kept looking away. "You would go on. Perhaps even find a new sparrow to play with."

GIRL

LITERALLY SHUT THE FUCK UP DONT FUCKING RUIN THIS FOR ME

He slowly took a step forward, and then another, until his figure loomed over you.

NAHHHHHHHH CUZ RHE WAY I ACTUALLY STARTED PANICKING STOMACH DROP HEART RACE THE FUCKING WORKSS NAURRRRRR

"You think..." His left hand drifted to the hem of your blazer, toying with it. "... that I..." His index finger then drifted upward over your silk shirt, stopping in between your collarbones. His tongue briefly darted out to wet his lips, catching your eye. "... would simply replace you?"

SIR

"I believe you underestimate just how much you matter to me, mon moineau."

IVE BEEN SAYIN THIS RAT ASS LOSER NEEDS SOME SPINE BEAT HER ASS dont actually do it BUT BEAT HER ASS YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN BEAT HER ASSSSSS

"People like us," he repeated, amusement furrowing his brow. "Non, mon moineau. There are no other people like us."

[HEAVY BREATHING] [HYPERVENTILATING]

PEOPLE LIKE 🗣️US

NAH BUT HE SAID PEOPLE LIKE US WE IN PEOPLE LIKE US TERRITORY AND JENJSJSNSJNSS IM DEAD IM LIVING FOR IT

"Mon coeur... I've been waiting for you my entire life."

le marquis et le moineau

Marquis de Gramont x f!reader

themes: angst, twisted business associates(?) to lovers, dubious morals, the Marquis has his eyes set on you and only you (but you don't know that ofc)

a/n: this bloody Frenchman has been plaguing my thoughts (thanks to a very sinister portrayal by one Bill Skarsgård). Mind you, I still haven't even seen the film John Wick 4, but I'm a fan of the series, and the morsels I've seen of the Marquis have been more than enough to give rise to a new lil fixation.

word count: 932 ▪︎ more of moineau ▪︎ other works

It started as a little game.

Just some passing fancy between yourself and the Marquis.

Or at least, that was what it was supposed to remain. Only that. A game.

But you should have known better. You should have known that any game played with Marquis Vincent de Gramont may eventually turn deadly.

Your high-risk job at the Continental usually also reaped the highest of rewards.

Tip off the right person and receive a gold coin. Deliver a message, without any bumps or bruises to all parties involved, and your reputation would be given a much-needed boost or two.

This business was danger wrapped in deceit wrapped in glamour. And you knew how to deal the right cards.

Although it seems, things are not as easy when it comes to the Marquis.

Vincent was every bit a menace as his reputation decreed. The Marquis tasked with restoring the authority of the High Table, he was nothing short of cunning and ambitious, prepared to take down any and all those who posed a threat to his objectives.

Dangerous. Deceptive. Glamourous as well, mind you. He was perfectly suited to this world.

He was also brazen, pretentious, snobbish.

And beautiful.

He knew just how to tug at your strings and make you bend. Or at least, he always tried to.

Like he was doing then, in one of the bigger rooms in his palacial estate, wherein only the two of you stood with only a few feet in between.

"What did we agree upon, mon moineau?" His silky accented voice implored.

My sparrow, he called you. The reason for which remained undisclosed to you, not for a lack of trying to wrench it out of him.

Why couldn't he call you something sweeter? Of the more classic French romantic sobriquets?

Chérie, perhaps. Mon amour. Mon coeur.

But no. You were stuck with measly ol' "my sparrow".

Of course, not that it mattered. Perhaps the Marquis reserved his sweeter words for those he actually cared for. At the very least, well-regarded enough to be associated with. Those impossibly beautiful and refined members of European aristocracy that he was so often rumoured to be wining and dining.

Unlike you. Renegade, foul-mouthed vagabond.

You stared up at his pacing figure. "I am fully aware of what we agreed upon, Vincent. What I have done does not breach that. I am perfectly capable - "

His head snapped to you menacingly. "You could have been killed, moineau."

You shrugged. "Consequences. I did not enter this damned line of work without considering the risks. As it goes, getting killed would not exactly be an uncommon occurence."

"Don't jest." He shut his eyes, and pinched the bridge of his nose, in obvious annoyance.

You took a step forward, trying to find his gaze. "And if I were to... pass... so what? Everything would simply go on. The truth is that I'm already a ghost. Doing what I do in our world makes me some kind of spectre. I am already not there."

You knew this. You repeated this to yourself when you woke, and before you went to sleep. It was the only truth you could hold on to.

Until him. Until some buried, twisted part of you began hoping that he would care.

But hope is a dangerous thing.

You continued, as he kept looking away. "You would go on. Perhaps even find a new sparrow to play with."

You felt it. As your words hung in the air, his entire mood shifted. He straightened, and with both hands burrowed in the pockets of his impeccably tailored trousers, his eyes land on you.

He slowly took a step forward, and then another, until his figure loomed over you.

In all your shared moments, you learned to discern the quick switches in his temper and his expression. But not enough, not completely.

The look he was giving you then was impossible to read.

"You think..." His left hand drifted to the hem of your blazer, toying with it. "... that I..." His index finger then drifted upward over your silk shirt, stopping in between your collarbones. His tongue briefly darted out to wet his lips, catching your eye. "... would simply replace you?"

You finally felt his touch on your face, his fingers delicately caressing your jawline.

He made a fleeting tsk tsk sound with his tongue, as if in disapproval.

"I believe you underestimate just how much you matter to me, mon moineau."

You did your best to remain unfazed. This was the game, wasn't it? Whatever you might think it can become, what you hope it can unravel into - set it aside as delusion.

Don't fall.

It's just a game to play.

Don't fall.

You took a deep breath, then smiled sweetly. Mockingly. "What makes you think I would even pay any mind to how much I matter to you? That line of thinking doesn't work for people like us, Marquis."

"People like us," he repeated, amusement furrowing his brow. "Non, mon moineau. There are no other people like us."

He leaned in, eyes not leaving yours, all but eliminating the distance between your faces. You could feel his breath on your skin, could count the faint spotting of freckles around his nose.

You wished to ask him what he wanted, but held back.

No. There was something better to say.

"What are you waiting for?" You managed to voice the words despite your very heart lodged in your throat.

He smiled, proud of his precious sparrow.

"Mon coeur... I've been waiting for you my entire life."

Ahhh! 🖤 Everybody say thank you Bill Skarsgård and the on-set stylist for the visual treat that is the Marquis.

I'm not even sure if this will find the right crowd - seeing as my lovely followers are of the HotD persuasion. But oh well, I had to get it out of my system.

Could be more of this... idk 🤷‍♀️ Rest assured I haven't forgetten about all my series works, even the ones I haven't started but said I would do...

[kyovtani]

don’t get me started on his praise side. yes I agree he is a sweet talker and that’s what makes me go feral. the reassurances and the “my fucking girl” foaming at the mouthhhhhh… the after care thoooo ahhhhh .. he is the best .. sobbing

right as the two of you are catching your breath, oikawa pulls his face out of the crook of your neck, cheeks flushed and messy hair sticking to his forehead before he places the softest kisses on your lips and your cheeks, your eyes and your forehead to make sure you feel safe and comfortable. he doesn't pull out just yet, mostly because he loves the way your cunt starts clenching whenever he whispers a couple of soft little "you did so well baby, i'm so proud of you" or a bunch of "that's my fucking girl, so good, did so well" and most of the time he cums again because of the overstimulation but he's absolutely obsessed with it 🥺

[rainydaydream-gal18]

(Bad Batch) Hunter x Reader: Off the Grid - Part 6

(Author’s Note:  I’m literally still so in love with this story and how it’s progressing.  Sometimes I get bored writing longer stories, which is why I haven’t done it in so long, but this has been a lot of fun!  And I’m excited to continue!!!  Hope you enjoy!! This chapter thoooo).

Hunter lives a secluded cabin life in the wilderness.  Sometimes he catches the rest of the Batch on the radio waves or visits every now and then.  He likes his life, but sometimes he can’t help but wonder what it’d be like to have a family.

But the harsh, secluded life he lives with his squad is no place for a wife and kids… Until one day Reader and Omega stumble onto his land. They’re on the run, and their past is shrouded in mystery, but he offers them shelter and protection. The Batch comes to their aid, and Hunter gets a taste of the family life he’s been dreaming of.

Warnings: Anxiety and touch-starvation mentioned.

Word Count: 1,317

   Wind howled furiously outside the cabin.  You had pulled back a curtain to gaze out at the heavy snowfall while Omega and Hunter played a board game at the coffee table.  The sound of their laughter filled you with a feeling comparable to the comforting warmth that the woodstove brought.

   You watched the snow pile up and up outside.  You weren’t quite sure how long you’d been standing there, but it must have been a while.  A glance over your shoulder revealed a sleeping Omega with a quilt draped across her on the couch while Hunter cleaned up the board game.

   “I’m sorry,” you spoke up, clearing your throat.  “I meant to join the game at some point.  I got lost in thought.”

   “Don’t worry about it,” Hunter said.  You heard a dull rattle of game pieces on cardboard as he slid the box back into its place on the shelf.  His brows rose as he watched you approach the couch and pull the quilt just a little farther past her shoulders.  “She’s a smart kid.”

   You watched her sleeping face with a smile.  This was the happiest you’d seen her.  Not that you’d known her all that long…  “She is very smart,” you agreed, giving her one last pat before pacing across the floor back to the window.

   Hunter took a seat in his recliner, but you could still feel his eyes on you.

   “What?”

   You met his gaze.  He shrugged.  “Nothing.  I just noticed you have a hard time relaxing.”

   Noting where you stood at the moment, you couldn’t deny his observation.  For whatever reason, you kept finding yourself at the window.  Waiting.  Watching.  You gave a tired nod.  “We’ve been on the run for a while now. No matter where we went, they seemed to be on our tail.  We couldn’t stay in one place for too long.”

   “You’re safe here,” Hunter said, and his magnetic gaze drew you in once more.  “I’m not going to turn you in, and there aren’t many who even know about this place.”

   You wanted to take comfort in his words.  Really, you did… But even with how safe Hunter made you feel, there was still a nagging feeling that the security wouldn’t last.  You knew you wouldn’t be able to stay.  The storm kept you and Omega for now, but what about when it ended?  What would you do?  Where would you go?

   Your heart rate accelerated from the unsettling thoughts that fought their way into your focus.  You reached up to wipe a glistening tear from your cheek, and a sharp pain made you wince and grunt in frustration.

   “You alright?” Hunter asked.

   “Yeah,” you replied, lifting your palm to inspect it more closely with a squint. You hated how your voice quivered.  Fortunately, though, the pain was a distraction from the spiral of thoughts.  “I got a splinter from the firewood earlier.  It doesn’t want to come out.”

   “Here…”  He rose from the recliner and opened a drawer in the kitchen.  He motioned you over with one hand toward the nearest lantern.  When you approached, you spotted a pair of tweezers glinting in the low light.  Hunter extended a hand in your direction, and you rested your own in his.  The heat of his calloused palm on the back of your hand almost pulled a sigh from your lips.  He leaned in to get a closer look, his breath fanning your hand.  Goosebumps bloomed along your arm as he ever-so-carefully began to slide the tip of the tweezers over your skin.  He repeated the action a few times.  It was strangely pleasant- so much so that you had to resist the urge to let your eyes fall shut.

   Finally, there was a tiny pain, another gentle scrape, and Hunter leaned back with something clasped between the tweezer tips that was barely visible.  “There.  Got it.”

   You exhaled softly, releasing a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding.  “Thank you.  It was really getting on my nerves.”  He took another look at your palm to be sure he got all of it before releasing your hand.  As silly as it sounded, you missed the contact almost immediately.

   “So tell me,” you said, hoping to steer the conversation.  “What did you do before all this?”

   Hunter put the tweezers back in a drawer and continued on to pour some leftover broth into a mug for himself.  “I did a lot of things.  Changed careers a few times.  Nothing ever really stuck, but I acquired new skills and saved some money along the way.”  He held up a mug as a silent question, and you nodded.

   “Is that how you met your friends?” you asked.

   “I did meet them on the job, as a matter of fact,” he continued, pouring some broth into the mug and bringing it over to you.  “We stayed in contact after.  I guess in a way we became family.”

   “That’s nice.”  Your hands wrapped around the mug firmly, and you took a breath.  You weren’t entirely sure how to ask your next question, or if you even should at all.  “What about…your family?  I mean, did you ever…?  Do you have a…?”

   “I don’t keep in touch with relatives,” he replied.  “And I never married.” 

   “Oh.”  Your face grew warm with embarrassment.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”

   “Not at all.”  Hunter shifted his weight, leaning against the counter.  “It’s only fair, considering you’ve told me about your ex.  What about relatives?  What do they think about all this?”

   “They don’t know where I am,” you said with a sigh.  “I didn’t want to drag them into this.”

   “I’m sorry.”

   “It’s okay.  It’ll all be okay eventually.”

   A hush fell over the room.  For a while, you sat and watched Omega sleep peacefully while Hunter lingered in the kitchen.  He collected your mug and put it in the sink to be washed in the morning.  Not much was said when it came time for sleep.  Hunter gave you a quilt and pillow, and you thanked him again for his kindness.

   As you curled up on the recliner, your head was spinning with thoughts of Hunter.  More specifically, it was his hands.  You replayed the extraction of the splinter from your hand over and over in your mind.  Without meaning you, your mind wandered to other things like how it would feel to have Hunter touch your cheek or brush your hair away from your eyes.  You wondered how it would feel to hold his rough, capable hand.  Or trace your fingers over the tattoo on his face.  Embarrassment crept its way in, but one realization helped put you at ease…

   You were touch-starved.

   That was at least an explanation for the empty feeling when he retracted his hand.  That could explain why your mind was already coming up with other excuses for contact with him again.  You were nearly to the point of moving some firewood around in hopes of getting another splinter.

   It still didn’t explain why you kept seeing Hunter’s brown eyes every time you closed your own.

   Okay, fine.  You’d admit you were also attracted to your host.  There was nothing wrong with that.  It wasn’t a declaration of love, or anything.  He was simply handsome.  And kind.  And he was gifted in the ways of getting rid of splinters.

   It didn’t have to mean anything.  Even though it felt like you were starting to get to know Hunter (being snowed in all day and night without TV or internet will do that), you also had to remind yourself that you’d only been in each other’s lives for a few days.  You and Omega would have to move on very soon.  It didn’t matter how much Omega smiled here.  Or you, for that matter.  You’d have to keep running.

   There was no point in entertaining silly attractions and attachments.

[seita]

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