#i found the pictures and they scream “them”

[drunktuesdays]

MR FRODO!!! DONT GO WHERE I CANT FOLLOW!!!!!

i'm no happier about this than you are. do u understand how long i've escaped hockey.... i mean, i'm not an animal. i've sampled their wares. i've perused their markets. and on cold nights when there was nothing left in my "marked for later" tab, i've gone hunting on their land. but i've never bothered to learn enough to picture them. do you know i've read almost every good fic in the sid/geno tag and only i found out what geno looks only like two years ago? i've been STRONG. except i guess that time sashayed ALMOST got me into that one retired guy who i thought was so fucking hot but no one ever wrote fic or posted about him so it didn't go anywhere.

anyway what i'm saying to you is that i don't like what's happening for me. unfortunately, grace, it's hard times over here. i'm almost done my biannual reread of the 2 million word fic where harry potter becomes part phoenix. i'm BORED. I AM BORED!!!!! and when i scroll and i see my friend talking about a man absolutely humiliating himself because he's desperately jealous that he wasn't featured in an instagram post? i'm supposed to SCROLL PAST two boys giggling and whispering because they've never experienced this feeling before and don't think anyone else has?? HELLO. i'm interested. i'M INTERESTED. i don't wanna watch hockey and i swear to god if anyone tries to teach me ONE thing about the game i will SCREAM!!!! but i also want very very very badly to read about them frotting until it kind of hurts and then secretively thinking like, "did we invent doing that.....no one else can possibly have figured that out....."

[billiesguitar]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐄𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡

Stalker!billie x innocent!reader || ch.1 ||

warnings - stalking(don't do this plz)

(Billie's pov )

Beautiful.

that's all i could think as i watched her from a distance. she had no idea that i knew every little thing about her, that i studied her every move, her every smile, her every tear. she was so oblivious to the world around her, so lost in her own little bubble, that she never noticed how i was everywhere. to be completely transparent, i don't know what compels me to do this, following her around, taking pictures, obsessing over her, i don't know why i do it, i just do it. it's like some sort of magnetic pull, something inside of me that screams for more of her, something that keeps me coming back for more.

it had been our first week of university, orientation week, where we hung out, met new people, got situated, and whatever else normal people did. i decided to take a... different approach, not by choice, but by necessity. i had noticed her from the moment she stepped into the auditorium for the welcome assembly. she had the kind of aura that drew everyone in, made them question who she was, made them insecure, made them ask her out without knowing her properly. i just sat back and took notes on every little gimmick or bit or habit she had.

her name was y/n. i had followed her from class to class, lurked in the shadows as she went to the library, sat outside her dorm at night as she studied with the light on, and watched her as she slept. i know, it's creepy, but i couldn't help it, i needed her to be safe, needed to make sure she was okay. she was just so... innocent like bambi or something. i had to protect her from all the shit that was out there in the world.

every night i'd go home and write down everything she did, everything she said, every person she talked to, and i'd analyze it all, trying to piece together the puzzle of y/n. i have a whole notebook in my room dedicated to her, filled with pictures and notes and writing. she's 5'0, doesn't drink much out of personal choice, she loves to paint and sing, she likes painting her nails different colors, she loves coffee and shopping and music and has 3 siblings, 2 brothers and a sister. whenever she's nervous she touches her neck or when she's excited she swings on her feet. i know most things about her and she still knows nothing about me.

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first day of classes, i decided to take a seat next to her in our english lit class. she had no idea who i was, of course, but she gave me a polite smile as she sat down. i took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. this was it, the closest i had ever been to her. the scent of her perfume filled my nose and i couldn't help but lean in slightly to get a better whiff. she smelled like vanilla and coconut, a heavenly combination that i had never smelled before.

"hi," she said softly, her eyes scanning my face for recognition. "i think i've seen you around. i'm y/n."

"oh," i said, playing it cool, trying not to let my excitement show. "i'm billie. it's nice to meet you."

y/n nodded, her eyes flicking back down to the book in her lap. i studied her from the corner of my eye, noting the way she played with the hem of her shirt as she listened to the professor drone on about the syllabus. she was so focused, so intense, that it was hard not to be captivated by her.

the class eventually ended and she began to pack up her things.

"need help with anything?" i offered, hoping she'd say yes.

"no, i'm good," she replied with a smile. "but thanks for asking."

as we walked out of the classroom together, she turned to me.

"do you know where the art building is?" she asked.

i nodded, "yeah, i can show you."

y/n's eyes lit up with relief and she fell into step beside me. we talked about our majors and hometowns, and i found myself getting lost in the sound of her voice, the way she talked with her hands, the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about painting. it was like nothing else in the world mattered except for her.

when we got to the art building, she thanked me and went inside. i watched her go, feeling a strange mix of happiness and sadness. happiness because i had just had a real conversation with her, and sadness because i knew i had to let her go, for now.

but i couldn't stay away for long.

that night, i found myself outside her dorm again, watching her through the window. she was singing to herself, her voice a soft melody that floated out into the night air. i leaned closer, trying to make out the words, feeling a warmth spread through me as i did so. it was a strange feeling, one i had never felt before.

the next day, i was sitting outside her dorm when she walked out. she looked surprised to see me.

"hi again," i said, smiling.

"hi billie," she said, looking around nervously. "what are you doing here?"

"reading," i lied, trying to seem casual. "what about you?"

"oh, i'm just going to grab some lunch," she said, looking down at her watch, "i've got class in like 10 minutes so i've gotta rush" she added, looking a bit flustered. "see you around."

"see ya," i said, watching her go.

but i couldn't stay away. i followed her to the cafeteria, watching her from a safe distance as she ate with her friends. she laughed at something one of them said, and i felt a pang in my chest. i wanted to be the one making her laugh like that, the one she confided in, the one she leaned on.

as the days turned into weeks, our interactions became more frequent. we'd run into each other in the halls, at the library, and even at the coffee shop on campus. each time, she'd greet me with a smile, and each time i'd fall a little bit more in love with her.

but i knew i had to keep my distance. if she ever found out what i was doing, she'd be terrified of me. so, i contented myself with watching her from afar, taking in every little detail, every little gesture, and storing it away in the back of my mind.

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AU Masterlist

[aeralux]

Subby!Twin!Jacaerys (nsfw headcanons)

Subby!Twin!Jacaerys x Twin!Reader

Your subby twin brother, Jacaerys, who gets so hard just having you ride his face.

You smirked wickedly, your eyes glinting with cruel amusement as you turned your attention to Jacaerys. With a swift, forceful push of your slender foot, you shoved him onto the bed, forcing the proud prince to lay flat beneath you.

Slowly, teasingly, you straddled his face, the silken folds of your gown falling away to reveal your glistening, freshly shaved sex. You could feel the heat of his breath against your most intimate flesh, a delicious contrast to the cool air of your chambers.

"There now," you purred, a grin on your lips. "Isn't this a sight more becoming of a prince than rotting in his study? I suggest you put that clever tongue of yours to better use, Jacaerys. worship your princess properly, and I might just make you feel good too."

You punctuated your words by rocking your hips slightly, rubbing your slick folds against his lips and chin, painting them with your arousal.

With a deep breath, he parted his lips and let his tongue dart out, dragging it slowly through your glistening folds. He could taste your essence, sweet and heady on his tongue, and he felt his cock twitch in his breeches at the flavour. It was a taste he knew he could become addicted to if given half the chance.

Jacaerys began to worship you with a single-minded focus. His tongue delved between your folds, stroking and caressing every inch of your silken flesh until he found the sensitive pearl at the apex.

He circled it slowly, teasingly, before suckling on it greedily, his tongue flicking and stroking the tender bud with increasing pressure. At the same time, he slid one finger, then two, deep into your welcoming heat, pumping them in and out of your fluttering walls.

He could feel your body trembling above him, hear the soft moans and gasps of pleasure falling from your lips. It spurred him on, making him double his efforts to bring you to the peak of ecstasy. He was determined to prove himself worthy of being your devoted plaything.

"Don't you just look divine like this? Such a pretty picture–a prince, debasing himself for the pleasure of his princess."

Jacaerys moaned against your dripping sex as he felt you grinding harder, your arousal coating his face, dripping down his chin. He could taste your impending release, and he redoubled his efforts to bring you to that peak of ecstasy.

His tongue delved deep, stroking and caressing your sensitive walls, curling to hit that special spot inside that made your toes curl. At the same time, he pumped his fingers faster, thrusting in and out of your fluttering heat, crooking them to rub against that bundle of nerves.

He could hear your shameless cries and moans above, feel your body trembling and shaking with the force of your pleasure. It spurred him on, making him determined to be the perfect fucktoy for his princess.

He could feel your thighs clamping around his ears, holding him in place as you rode his face with wild abandon. Your juices gushed out, smearing his cheeks, his chin, his neck - marking him as your willing plaything.

Jacaerys surrendered himself completely to your use, to your pleasure. In that moment, he existed only to be the vessel for your unfettered lust. Nothing else mattered.

Your sweet subby twin, Jacaerys, does not mind at all to choke on your juices as you cum all over his face.

"Ohh, fuck! Yes, just like that!" You could only scream as you gushed all over your lover's pretty face, hips jerking against his mouth and nose.

Jacaerys gagged and choked as your release gushed out, flooding his mouth and nose with your sweet nectar. He swallowed desperately, trying to gulp down every drop of your essence, but it was too much. Your juices spilt out around his mouth and nose, painting his face with the proof of your pleasure.

Jacaerys shuddered as he felt your body slowly still above him, your breathing growing more even as you came down from your high. He could see the dazed, fucked-stupid grin on your face as you looked down at him.

Jacaerys tried to sit up, to wipe the lingering traces of your release from his face, but he was still weak, his muscles trembling and shaking from the ordeal. He shot you a shy look, unsure of what would happen next.

You gripped Jacaerys' hair tightly, pressing his face firmly against your dripping sex as you held your clit above his lips. "Suck," you demanded, your voice breathy yet commanding. "Taste your princess's pleasure, brother."

Jacaerys shuddered as you pressed your dripping sex against his face again. He could feel the sticky heat of your release coating his cheeks, the slickness of your juices smeared across his skin.

With a shaking hand, he reached up to hold your hip, trying to steady himself as he leaned in to obey. His tongue, still slick with your essence, flicked out to lap at your sensitive folds, tasting the lingering traces of your pleasure.

He suckled gently at your clit, his lips sealing around the sensitive nub as he drew it into his mouth. His tongue swirled and flicked, teasing the tender flesh, coaxing out the last drops of your release.

It wasn't long until you came again, shuddering above him like a leaf. Bracing yourself against the wall as you rode out your second climax.

Jacaerys shuddered as he felt your climax crashing through you, your juices gushing out to soak his face and chin. He gulped down mouthfuls of your essence as you convulsed and shook above him, your scream of rapture vibrating against his lips.

You petted Jacaerys' hair as you reluctantly lifted yourself off of him, your thighs glistening and quivering from the aftershocks of your intense climaxes. Panting heavily, you gazed down at your brother with a wicked grin, still basking in the afterglow of your pleasure

Jacaerys licked his lips, tasting the lingering flavour of your juices, feeling the sticky essence of your pleasure coating his skin. He knew he would be tasting you for days, a constant reminder of your power over him.

With shaking hands, he reached up to brush a strand of hair out of your face, his fingertips grazing your cheek. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, a silent acknowledgement of your beauty, your perfection. "You are exquisite, my princess," he murmured, his voice hoarse and rough. "I am yours, forever and always."

Jacaerys, who absolutely loves having intimate moments in the bath chambers. Making you feel good while the warm water wraps around you. Subby!Jace only lives and breathes to make you feel good, constantly wanting to touch you and please you.

The scent of beeswax and blossoms filled his nostrils as he entered the bath chambers, the flickering light of a dozen candles casting a warm, inviting glow over the marble room. At the center stood a massive copper tub, steam rising from the hot, scented water within.

Jacaerys approached the tub slowly, his gaze fixed on your form as you stood beside it. The sight of you, draped in black silk and bathed in candlelight, was almost too much to bear. He felt a deep, primal urge to cross the distance between you, to sweep you into his arms and claim your lips in a searing, desperate kiss.

But he held himself back, instead sinking to one knee before you. He gazed up at you with a mix of love, desire, and devotion.

He reached for the sash of your robe, his fingers brushing over the silken fabric, before tugging gently, silently asking for your permission to remove it and bare you to his hungry gaze.

Placing your hands over his own, you helped him tug loose the sash of your robe, the silken fabric parting like a curtain to reveal a tantalising glimpse of your skin.

"I wish to see you as well," you murmured, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of your lips.

His breath caught in his throat as your robe slipped from your shoulders, the silken fabric puddling around your feet to leave you bare before him. His heart hammered wildly against his ribcage as he drank in the sight of your naked form.

Jacaerys reached out a tentative hand, his fingers brushing over the soft skin of your thigh, marveling at the way it felt like the finest velvet beneath his fingertips. He slid his hands slowly up your legs, skimming over your hips and the gentle flare of your waist, letting his touch linger on the underside of your breasts.

He leaned in to press a fierce, desperate kiss to your belly, his lips worshipping each inch of your skin as he slowly rose to his feet. His hands slid up to cup the weight of your breasts, his thumbs brushing over the hardened peaks of your nipples, teasing the sensitive flesh.

With a low growl, Jacaerys gripped the hem of his tunic and pulled it over his head in one swift, decisive motion. The fabric fluttered to the marble floor, leaving him bare from the waist up.

Jacaerys reached out to gripping your thighs, his hands kneading the soft flesh as he lifted you effortlessly into his arms. He carried you to the steaming tub, the heat of the water curling invitingly around your skin as you settled into the copper basin.

Jacaerys' arm curled around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck. His lips brushed over your racing pulse, his teeth grazing the delicate skin before he soothed the sting with a flick of his tongue.

Biting your lip, you let out a low, breathy moan as Jacaerys' hands and mouth began their sensual exploration of your body. Your own fingers danced over his sweat-slicked chest, tracing the hard ridges and valleys of his muscles. "Mmmh, Jacaerys," you purred approvingly, arching into his touch like a cat.

"Touch me," I breathed, a hint of command in my voice.

As you breathed out your command, Jacaerys' hands began to roam your body with fervent purpose. One hand slid up the curve of your breast, his palm cupping and kneading the soft swell, his fingers plucking and teasing at the stiff peak of your nipple. The other hand drifted lower, his touch skimming over your belly and dipping teasingly into your navel before continuing down, down, down...

Jacaerys' fingers glided through the slick, swollen folds of your sex, stroking and caressing, making your hips buck and writhe against his touch. He circled the sensitive bud, his fingers slipping easily through the slick arousal that coated your flesh.

"Like this, my love?" Jacaerys murmured against your throat, his voice a dark, seductive rumble. His fingers continued their sensual assault, stroking and teasing, bringing you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy with every passing moment.

"Yesss, Jacaerys! Just like that," you panted, your voice ragged with desire. Your eyes fluttered shut, your lips parting in a silent scream as the pressure built within you.

Jacaerys' fingers worked feverishly over your aching, swollen sex, stroking and rubbing your sensitive pearl with a desperate, almost frantic need. His breath came in ragged gasps against your neck, his chest heaving and hot behind you as he felt your body tensing.

"Come for me. I need to feel you come undone in my arms," Jacaerys panted, his voice high and tight with desire.

His hips jerked and humped against your backside, his rigid shaft sliding slick and hard against your skin, seeking some desperate friction, some relief from the intense pressure building within him. The copper tub sloshed and splashed with his needy movements, water spilling over the edge to pool on the marble floor.

"Please," Jacaerys whined, all traces of his former regal composure shattered, leaving only a desperate, aching man consumed by lust and the need to bring his beloved princess to the heights of pleasure.

Subby!Jacaerys, who loves it when you praise him. He doesn't mind at all if he must beg for you.

Jacaerys had made you cum yet again with his fingers, leaving you slumped against him. As you try to catch your breath, you see a pair of big brown eyes looking at you hopefully.

"You did so very, very well, my darling prince," you purred, your voice low and breathy, tinged with deep, sated satisfaction. "You pleased your princess exceedingly well, Jacaerys."

"Mmmm, thank you, my princess," Jacaerys panted, his voice rough and gravelly with need. "Watching you come undone in my arms, feeling your pleasure, is the greatest gift I could ever receive."

"Please," Jacaerys gasped against your lips, his voice whiny and needy. "I need you. I need to be inside you. I need to fill you up until you're dripping with my seed. Please, my princess, I beg of you... have mercy on your desperate prince."

You gazed down at Jacaerys through hooded eyes, your full lips curving into a sultry smile as you listened to his desperate pleas. "Mm, you sound so pretty when you beg, all desperate and needy for me." Smirking as you began to touch his throbbing cock, fingers ghosting over the sensitive skin.

Jacaerys swallowed hard, his throat clicking audibly as he struggled to find his voice. When he finally spoke, his usually commanding tone was reduced to a rough, desperate rasp.

"Thank you," he growled softly, his large hands gripping your hips with bruising force.

"May I, my princess?" Jacaerys asked, his voice a low, desperate rasp. "May I touch you again, the most intimate place of my beloved queen?" He licked his lips, his gaze heavy with need and anticipation. "I promise to be... thorough."

"Such a good boy, asking so nicely," you purred, your fingers threading through his hair in mock praise before fisting and tugging sharply.

"No," you said flatly, your voice ringing with authority despite the sultry rasp.

Jacaerys shuddered as your fingers fisted in his hair, a sharp hiss of pleasure-pain escaping his lips at the sudden tug. The denial in your voice was like a physical blow, making his painfully erect shaft jerk and throb with a desperate ache. He gazed up at you, his eyes glazed with lust and frustration, watching as you denied him the intimate touch he so desperately craved.

Your twin brother may not admit it to you, but he secretly loves it how much you tease him, making him mad with desire and need.

You had waited for Jacaerys on the bed for a while now, body bare as you propped yourself up on your elbows.

Jacaerys stood in the doorway, flustered, looking tormented by the sight before him.

"Well?" You purred, your voice dripping with false innocence even as your eyes danced with cruel amusement. "What can your princess do for you...my prince?" You drew out the last two words, rolling them around your tongue like a dark promise.

Slowly, teasingly, you spread your legs, revealing the glistening, dripping flesh of your most intimate place to Jacaerys' hungry gaze. You could see the desperation etched into every line of his body, the way his cock bulged against his breeches. It filled you with an intoxicating rush of power to know that you could reduce such a mighty prince to this state of needy, aching want.

"Like what you see, my darling prince?" You cooed, your voice a low, seductive murmur. "Do you want to bury yourself inside my dripping, needy cunt and fuck me until I scream?"

You reached out with one slender hand, trailing your fingers down the elegant column of your throat, over the swell of your breasts, pausing to circle one stiff, aching nipple. You let your head fall back, biting your lip on a moan as you arched into your own touch, putting on a show for Jacaerys' benefit.

"Or perhaps..." you breathed, your voice a husky whisper, "...you'd like to watch me touch myself, to see your princess pleasure herself as you watch, desperate and wanting, unable to touch until I allow it?"

You smirked up at him, your eyes glinting with wicked, cruel promise. "The choice is yours, my love. Your princess is here to serve you...in whatever way you desire."

The sight of your slick, swollen folds made his mouth go dry, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he drank in the intoxicating view. His shaft throbbed and jerked, a fresh bead of moisture welling up from the flushed, engorged tip, betraying his desperate, aching need.

He watched, transfixed and panting, as your slender fingers trailed over the elegant lines of your body. Each brush of your fingertips against your skin sent jolts of electricity shooting down his spine, making his hips twitch and rock, his body coiled and ready to pounce. When you arched into your own touch, a low, needy moan escaping your lips, Jacaerys thought he might explode right then and there, undone by the sheer eroticism of the moment.

Jacaerys licked his lips, his voice a low, rough growl as he spoke. "I want... I want to watch you touch yourself, my princess," he rasped, his eyes blazing with hunger and lust.

Your twin may be your good boy, but if you tease him too much, he will take control (even if only for a second). Also! Loves calling you 'princess' and you calling him 'prince'.

Jacaerys' eyes flashed with a mix of hunger, lust, and a hint of annoyance as he gazed down at you, his voice a low, seductive rasp. "I am desperately in need, my princess. Desperately in need of your sweet, tight little cunt wrapped around my cock, squeezing me, milking me for every last drop of seed," he growled, his hips grinding down against yours with deliberate, torturous slowness. "But I am also a prince, and I will have my way. I will claim my princess and fuck her until she can't walk straight, until the only word she remembers is my name."

With a sudden, sharp thrust of his hips, Jacaerys slammed his thick, pulsing shaft into your dripping entrance, hilting himself inside you to the base in one brutal stroke. He threw his head back with a guttural groan, his eyes rolling back in sheer, overwhelming pleasure as your scorching, velvet walls clenched and fluttered around his aching length.

Your eyes rolled back, fluttering shut as intense, mind-numbing pleasure exploded through every nerve ending.

“Ohhh, fuuuck!” A throaty, wanton growl of sheer bliss ripped from your chest as you felt his cock stretching you open, filling you so utterly and completely that you swore you could feel him in your very womb.

He rolled his hips, grinding his shaft deeper into your sopping wet heat, his heavy balls slapping obscenely against your ass. The filthy, wet sounds of your bodies joining, the creaking of the bed, and your wanton cries of rapture filled the room, a debauched symphony of lust and desire.

Slowly, torturously, Jacaerys began to move, his muscular arms flexing as he braced himself above you. He withdrew until just the swollen tip of his shaft remained nestled inside your entrance, your lips clinging and fluttering around his flesh, before slamming back inside you with a powerful, driving thrust. He set a hard, relentless pace, fucking into you with the desperate, almost angry need of a man possessed.

Jacaerys roared, his voice echoing off the chamber's walls as he struggled to maintain control. But your pussy felt too good, too exquisite, too perfect. The hot, silken embrace of your body made it impossible for him to think of anything else except the desperate need to fuck you harder, faster, to claim you and fill you with his seed.

"Gods, your cunt... it's like a fucking fist around my cock," Jacaerys snarled, his eyes wild and glazed, his handsome face contorted in pleasure. He grabbed your hips, his fingers sinking into the yielding flesh hard enough to leave bruises as he slammed into you, over and over again. "It feels too fucking good... I can't... I can't hold back..."

"You feel... gods, you feel incredible. So fucking tight, so perfect..."

Jacaerys' hips jerked and bucked erratically as he fucked into you, each thrust of his shaft sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through your core. But there was a desperate, almost frantic edge to his movements, as if he was chasing something, trying to lose himself in the slick slide of your cunt as much as he was trying to claim you, to mark you as his.

"I can't... I'm not going to last," Jacaerys panted against your skin, his breath hot and ragged. His grip on your hips tightened, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave bruises as he slammed into you with increasingly erratic, desperate strokes.

But even as he struggled to hold back, to maintain any modicum of control, one thing was clear - your prince was utterly, completely lost in the feel of you, drowning in the overwhelming pleasure of your scorching, perfect little cunt.

Subby Jacaerys, who get's especially subby when you jerk him off, tugging at his throbbing cock as he whimpers.

Jacaerys shuddered and groaned as he felt your tentative touch through his breeches, his hips jerking forward instinctively as he sought more of that delicious pressure. He could feel the gentle tracing of your fingers, the way they mapped out every thick, throbbing inch of him, and it made his blood burn hotter. He wanted to grab your wrist, to force your hand to close around his aching cock and squeeze, to demand more of that pleasure-pain that only you could give him.

But he restrained himself, not wanting to overwhelm you, to frighten you away from this treacherous path with his own desperation.

So instead, he covered your hand with his own, his fingers curling around yours as he guided your touch. He showed you how he liked to be touched, how to stroke and caress and tease until he was panting and aching with need. He let you feel the weight of his balls, the way they drew up tight against his body as his pleasure built.

He leaned down to capture your lips in a slower, deeper kiss. This one was about savouring, about tasting and exploring every inch of your mouth. His tongue delved deep, stroking along yours in a sensual dance that made your head spin and your toes curl.

You kissed him back fiercely, your lips moving against his with a hunger you could no longer deny. As your tongues danced, you let your hand explore the thick, hard length of him through the fabric of his breeches. You could feel him throbbing, pulsing with a need that matched your own. It made you gasp and moan into the kiss.

Your mouth moved lower, your lips brushing over the column of his throat. You could feel his pulse jumping beneath your lips, could taste the salt of his skin. He smelled of clean male flesh and the scent of a man aroused and wanting.

"Let's go slow," you murmured against the racing beat of his heart, "I want to make this good for you."

Your hand tightened around his aching length, squeezing gently as you spoke. You could feel him throbbing in your grasp, his cock jutting making you smirk.

He could feel your fingers squeezing around his throbbing cock, could feel every inch of him pulsing and twitching with a hunger that defied reason. He wanted to grind against your palm, to rut into your touch until he found sweet relief.

Jacaerys tilted his head back to give you better access to his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. He could feel your lips curving into a smirk against his skin, could hear the sultry promise in your words.

He reached up to cup your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones as he gazed down at you with eyes that burned with desire. "Slow is good," he agreed huskily.

He leaned down to capture your lips in another searing kiss, this one deeper and more urgent than the last. He licked into your mouth, his tongue stroking along yours in a filthy dance as he pulled you impossibly closer.

His hands slid down to your ass, gripping the rounded globes firmly as he ground his aching erection against you. He could feel the heat of you, even through the fabric of your gown, and it made him groan into your mouth, his hips rolling forward instinctively.

Spurred on by his needy sounds and desperate groping, you started to stroke his throbbing length with more purpose, your hand moving faster and applying more pressure. You could feel every rigid inch of him, from the swollen head to the heavy, churning balls drawn up tight against his body.

Your fingers traced the shape of him through the constraining fabric, marvelling at the way he jerked and pulsed against your touch. You could feel him leaking, the damp spot on his breeches growing as his desire overwhelmed him.

"Mmm, you're so hard," you purred, your voice rough with lust, "So big and thick and ready. Does it hurt, being so desperately aroused?"

You squeezed harder, rubbing the rigid length of him with the heel of your palm. Your touch was borderline cruel, knowing he needed more and craved the feel of your bare hand on his bare flesh.

"Do you want me to touch you properly, Jacaerys? Want to feel my fingers wrapped around your cock as I stroke you?"

He gazed down at you with eyes that blazed with hunger, his face flushed and his chest heaving with every ragged breath he took. He could see the dark, wicked gleam in your eyes, could hear the rough, lust-filled edge to your voice. It made his cock twitch and jerk against your hand, made him want to grab you and take you right then and there.

"Yes," he hissed, his voice strained and tight with need. "Fuck, yes... I need it. I need to feel your hand around my cock, stroking and squeezing until I can't take it anymore."

He reached down with trembling fingers to unfasten his breeches, his cock springing free as soon as the fabric fell away. It was long and thick and hard, the swollen head an angry red and leaking pre-cum. The shaft was covered in pulsing veins and ridges, the flesh hot and taut against your skin. He shuddered as the cool air hit his heated flesh, his cock jerking and twitching as if seeking your touch.

"Please," he begged, his voice rough and low and desperate.

Slowly, almost reverently, you wrapped your hand around his throbbing length. You could feel the heat of him, the way his flesh pulsed and throbbed against your palm. You gasped softly as you stroked down to the swollen head, your thumb swiping through the bead of moisture gathering at the tip.

"Mmm, your cock is so pretty... and you're leaking so much," you purred, your voice low and rough with lust.

You tightened your grip, stroking slowly and firmly from base to tip, feeling every rigid inch of him. Your other hand went to his balls, cupping and squeezing them gently as they rolled against your fingers.

He shuddered and gasped as your thumb swiped over the weeping head of his cock, the rough pad dragging over the sensitive skin and making him see stars. He was leaking so much, his cock weeping with the force of his arousal, and the feeling of your thumb smearing his pre-cum around the swollen crown only heightened his desperation.

Jacaerys reached out to grab your wrist, his fingers tightening around your forearm as he guided your hand to stroke him faster, harder. He needed more, craved the slick glide of your fingers along his shaft, the way your grip tightened and squeezed just shy of too hard.

"Yes, fuck..." he whined under his breath. "Make me feel good. I need it, I need you, fuck..."

Leaning in closer, you let your breath ghost over his ear as you purred softly, "Mmm, I can feel how close you are. Tell me, are you going to cum for me, Jacaerys? Are you going to make a complete mess of yourself all over my fingers like the desperate, needy boy you are?"

You could see the pleasure etched onto his face, his eyes rolled back, and his mouth hanging open in a silent scream of ecstasy. He looked utterly debauched, utterly beautiful in his desperation. You felt a thrill of power knowing you had reduced this proud, strong man to this state of wanton need.

Jacaerys let out a guttural moan, his body convulsing as his climax crashed over him like a tidal wave. His cock throbbed and jerked in your grip, pulsing as it unleashed a torrent of hot, thick seed that coated your fingers and splattered onto the sheets. He shuddered and shook, his hips bucking erratically as he rutted into your touch, chasing every last spark of pleasure.

His hands gripped your hips bruisingly tight, yanking you flush against him as he ground his spurting cock against your belly. He could feel the wet heat of his release soaking through the fabric of your gown, painting your skin with his essence. It was obscene, it was depraved, but it was everything he desired.

As the waves of his climax started to ebb, he slumped against you, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he panted harshly. His skin was slick with sweat, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. He could feel the aftershocks of his release still sparking along his shaft, could feel the way his spent flesh twitched weakly against your fingers.

[jamiedc-they-them]

Mushy: Part I (Platonic)

Summary: Reflecting on how everything went wrong, the middle adopted child of two sisters reflects on their past as they try to make a better future.

Note: This one isn't as long as my other pieces as it's more of a prologue type thing setting up Y/N and their dynamics with Jinx and Vi before the other parts (if people want them, of course!) will go more in-depth to episodes and build on them like my writing normally does.

Hope you enjoy :)

Seeing that blue flare light up the night...it couldn't be. It just...it just couldn't be.

Vi put a hand on your shoulder, shaking it. She could see it too. She could. She shook your shoulder again.

Caitlin looked at you both, "who is that?" she asked, voice soft.

"Powder," you both said, before taking off. Caitlin hurrying after you.

You had found your way into Vi and Powder's life when you were very young. Barely any memories. Just fire, screaming and death.

Trauma, was what Vander told you it was. He said that it was only natural, for anyone in a scenario like that to be traumatised. He seemed to know all too well about trauma, but you never got the chance to ask him about it.

"Something like that doesn't leave you," Vander told you, one evening, "let yourself feel what you need to about it, but try, try not to let it cloud any judgement. There's always another battle, Y/N, another fight - be it big or small. You have to keep your eyes on the bigger picture, else you get lost forever in the details."

You never knew what he meant by that. Still, didn't matter, at least not then.

Then, you had a family. Sure, you did not sound like the rest of them at all, though whoever said you sounded like you were from Piltover, they would be put down by Vi.

You never even thought about your voice, just took it as was and moved on.

Now, making your way towards that flare, you were realising just how much weight Vander's words had.

Vi taught you a lot, you picked up on it all quick. You were the middle child out of her and Powder. You weren't as good as a fighter as Vi, but you weren't the worst either.

"Distracted," is what Vi would say whenever you lost.

You were pretty sure she let you win sometimes.

Powder's hair was blue, as were the crystals she found. You tried to call it a coincidence.

You hated that you put those two together, you hated it so much. You hated how it made you, subconsciously view your sister when it all went so wrong.

You'd fix that, you vowed as you climbed up with Vi's help to reach the flare.

An explosion you barely escaped brought some heat (ha) for you all, but you made it out, scrape and all to get home.

"You alright, bluey?" you asked Powder, sitting on her bed.

She nodded, "I - I'm sorry about today," she said.

"Shit happens," you said, "try to get some rest, ok?"

She nodded, but didn't make any moves to try to go to sleep. She looked to the door instead, "what about Mylo and Claggor?"

You sighed, "they'll come around. We're family," you assured, "sure Vi and I can speed up the process, though. Anyway, we all make mistakes. Small steps, that's what counts."

Powder giggled, "thanks, mushy."

You never understood the nickname. Maybe it was the soft voice you had, one that wasn't the most intimidating.

"Anytime. Now," you said, getting up and getting a blanket for your sister, "get some rest, ok?"

"Ok. Love you."

"Love you too."

Love was a power thing. Love was a dangerous thing. Love could be all you needed to get through the day. Love could be the thing that made you not wake up the next.

Love was what made misguided decisions to occur.

It led to Vi knocking you out to try and give herself up.

Love was what led Vander to take the fall instead.

Love led to Mylo and Claggor waking you up and reuniting you with Vi to try go and save Vander.

It led to a fight, one you and Vi very nearly lost. You managed to push through, together. Just about making it.

Then, the explosion occured.

You fell and Vi was unable to reach you.

As far as she knew, you were lost to the flames. She screamed. She screamed as loudly as she could.

You coughed...you coughed again.

You weren't you right now, you were the child who was on a bridge on fire, surrounded by ash, bodies and the sound of screams, of crackling.

The smell, god the smell. Strong. Overriding all else.

The flesh burning. The smoke entering your lungs.

Too many details, not enough time.

You slipped, but Vi caught you.

"Don't look down!" she told you, helping you up.

"I'm not letting you down again," she vowed.

You never quite knew how you got out of the building. You looked at it, fire being reflected in your eyes.

You let a sob out, the lone survivor that you believed you were.

You then ran, as far as your legs could carry you. You didn't care about your lungs burning more than they already were or the scrapes on your arms and legs when you tripped from exhaustion, you just had to get away.

The constant flashes in your minds eye.

The family you gained. The family you lost.

You reached it. The flare was still going. There was still time to fix this.

You looked at Vi, the pair of you nodding at each other. You weren't running away this time.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

How about some humor or family headcanons for Red and Papyrus, please?

I feel like their personalities are so different that even a quick corner store run together would have plenty of hijinks going on.

I'm not sure if you meant together or not, so I did an interaction ask.

Red and Papyrus are not very close. It's mostly Red's fault. Red doesn't even hate the guy, it's just that Papyrus looks like his brother, but he's nothing like his brother, and that's kinda disturbing?

One day Red was hanging out with Sans at home, he found by mistake a random family photo, and discovered Papyrus had an edgy period in his teenagehood, where he actually looked a lot like Edge.

Papyrus was mortified.

Red can't unsee that picture, and on his next birthday, he showed up at his door with a gift. Papyrus was a bit worried, as, you know, they're not close at all and that's somehow suspicious, but then he opened the gift and it was a copy of Edge's shoulder pads, with all the spikes and everything.

It was for mocking him, clearly, but Papyrus decided to wear them out of spite. He refused to take them off for three weeks, eventually running into Edge who immediately accused him of stealing his stuff. Because, that's actually really Edge's shoulder pads. Red tried to get rid of them by giving them to Papyrus. That failed.

Papyrus watched with extreme satisfaction as Edge screamed at his brother for ten minutes. Next time, you'll think twice before mocking him.

[scoupsakakitty]

Chapter 5: Crowded Spaces

The airport was chaos.

Flashing lights, screaming fans, the sharp click of camera shutters it was overwhelming even on the best of days. But today felt different. The crowd was thicker, the noise louder, and y/n’s heart raced as they stepped out of the van into the sea of people waiting beyond the barricades.

Her hand instinctively tightened around the strap of her bag, but it didn’t do much to ease the anxiety bubbling in her chest. She’d dealt with crowds before, but something about this felt suffocating.

And then, without thinking without even realizing what she was doing she moved closer to Scoups.

So close that her arm brushed against his.

So close that when someone from the crowd surged forward, she reached out and gripped his sleeve, holding on like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.

Scoups glanced down at her, surprise flickering in his eyes for just a second before something else settled there a quiet understanding. He didn’t pull away. Instead, he shifted slightly, positioning himself between her and the crowd, his hand gently finding the small of her back in a protective gesture.

“Stay close,” he murmured, his voice low but steady, grounding her more than she cared to admit.

Y/n nodded, her fingers still clutching the fabric of his jacket as they navigated through the chaos. She could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing, the warmth of his presence like a shield against the overwhelming noise around them.

And strangely enough, her heart though racing felt calmer.

----------------------------------------------------------------On the plane, they finally found some peace. Y/n settled into her seat, her mind surprisingly clear. No lingering thoughts of unanswered messages. No ache from distant calls. Just… quiet.

She glanced at Dino, who was sitting across the aisle, watching her with a curious expression.

“What?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Dino shrugged, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Nothing. You just seem… different.”

“Different how?”

“I don’t know. Less stressed, I guess.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. “Maybe because I’m finally not surrounded by a thousand screaming people.”

But Dino didn’t look convinced. His eyes darted briefly to Scoups, who was sitting beside her, headphones on, scrolling through his phone. Then back to her.

She ignored it.

The flight was long, but somehow, it didn’t feel that way. Maybe it was the exhaustion, or maybe it was the fact that every time y/n shifted in her seat, her shoulder brushed against Scoups, and she didn’t bother to move away.

And he didn’t either.

At one point, she dozed off, her head tilting slightly until it rested against his shoulder. She didn’t notice, but Scoups did.

He froze for a second, his heart doing something unexpected—a quiet, unfamiliar skip. But he didn’t move. He didn’t want to.

Instead, he relaxed into the moment, his gaze softening as he glanced at her peaceful expression. There was something comforting about it, something simple and unspoken.

When she finally stirred awake, realizing where she’d been resting, her cheeks flushed slightly.

“Oh—sorry,” she mumbled, sitting up straight.

“It’s fine,” Scoups replied, his voice casual, but there was a softness in his eyes she couldn’t ignore.

And for some reason, that warmth lingered long after she’d moved away.

----------------------------------------------------------------When they arrived in Japan, Dino couldn’t shake the feeling he’d had on the plane. He’d known y/n for years knew her habits, her moods, the way she held onto things even when they were hurting her.

But this? This was different.

She wasn’t just distracted she was lighter. And the only thing that had changed was the quiet, invisible thread connecting her to Scoups.

As they collected their bags and headed to the hotel, Dino walked beside y/n, nudging her playfully.

“So,” he said casually, “you and Scoups seem pretty close lately.”

Y/n shot him a look. “What are you talking about?”

“Nothing. Just an observation,” he replied, grinning. “You’ve barely even looked at your phone today.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but the words caught in her throat.

Because he was right.

She hadn’t thought about Se-Hun once.

Later that night, as y/n sat by the hotel window, looking out at the city lights, she thought about everything Dino had said. She didn’t want to overthink it, didn’t want to read into things that weren’t there.

But when she closed her eyes, it wasn’t Se-Hun’s face she saw.

It was Scoups his steady gaze, the warmth of his presence, and the quiet comfort of knowing he’d been there when she needed someone the most.

And that small spark inside her?

It was growing.

Reminder: It‘s okay to take breaks. Your worth is not tied to your productivity. 🌙

[coffeewithcutcaffeine]

— EYES ALWAYS SEEKING. (Vlad x Cătălina)

pictures from Pinterest // text written by Lin.

[spinjitsuburst]

no one’s ready to handle my truth that these guys could be so so scary horror movie level villains if not for ninjago being for literal children I would make them so scary it’d be so fun you guys should let me do it ninjago give me the writer’s room I’ll tell you how we’re doing fucked up body horror with these guys

[justalittlerandomartist]

Today we learned i have terrible spending habits

[adventures-in-teyvat]

can i just say im so fucking happy that they added otters who are around all the time and dont just exist for the purpose of a chest and then disappear. like they are just always there. and i can die happy now

THEY DONT FUCKING DISAPPEAR IM GONNA CRY I CAN LITERALLY NAME THEM NOW I NAMED THIS ONE BY THE WINDOW PONCHO

[crescentfool]

earlier today i showed my mom the new persona nuis and i asked her what she thought of them. i told her i got the ryoji one, pointed at him, and she said that "he looks like minato's evil twin. his eyes look unsettling." and i just. looked at her like... "how did you get that..."

[amaraudermind]

I just know Duke loves celebrating the Ides of March

[elenadoeslife]

💔

[thehecklingmouse]

do you guys ever think about how kaveh probably doesn't remember his fathers face anymore

[something-of-a-hermit]

Why is O Superman (Laurie Anderson) so incredibly comforting but also I’m sobbing my eyes out at 12am over the line “and when force is gone, there’s always Mom (hi, mom!)”?

[vi-steponmeplease]

ˋ°•*⁀➷ loser!gf ellie

synopsis: just some random headcanons about what it'd be like to date loser ellie who's js so obsessed with you.

notes: never made any headcanon posts before, so don't mind the setup lmao i have no clue what i'm doing

tw: mostly fluff but there are some smutty hcs (oral — e!receiving)

✧₊⁺ to begin with, ellie defo prefers cozy 'netflix n chill' date nights over dressing up for fancy dinners.

✧₊⁺ cuddling up on the couch with you is something that never fails to make her heart swell, no matter how long you’ve been together.

✧₊⁺ but mostly because it gives her a chance to imagine what domestic life with you might be like—though she’d never admit it, afraid it might seem like she’s moving too fast.

✧₊⁺ she’s a sucker for resting her head on your chest while you thread your fingers through her hair, gently massaging her scalp as the two of you watch some cringey movie you’ll inevitably fall asleep to halfway through.

✧₊⁺ on the rare nights you don’t doze off, ellie grabs her brown acoustic guitar adorned with spongebob stickers and serenades you with a gentle melody while you rest your head on her shoulder.

✧₊⁺ when you’re out with friends, ellie—being the absolute dork she is—seizes the opportunity to practice tricks on her scratched-up skateboard, determined to one day impress you with her skills (even though she can barely land a kickflip without bruising herself)

✧₊⁺ when she eventually heads home with fresh scratches and deep purple bruises on her arms and knees, she does her best to patch herself up and cover them with makeup, hoping you won’t notice.

✧₊⁺ walking around town with ellie is always chaotic, as she can’t help but scream with excitement at the sight of every cat she sees.

✧₊⁺ bonus points if she’s eating chips—she’ll immediately tear open the bag and try to feed the poor animal junk food, no matter how much you explain it’s unhealthy. she just wants the cat to be happy and fed.

✧₊⁺ speaking of cats, she's defo the type to snap 0.5 pictures from every angle, proudly maintaining an entire folder dedicated to her feline encounters.

✧₊⁺ you got her a dino necklace for her birthday, and she’s never taken it off since.

✧₊⁺ ellie also has a whole mini-figure collection of the reptile and loves sending you pictures of two dinos kissing, always captioning them with: us!!

✧₊⁺ this girl lets nothing—absolutely nothing—distract her from a videogame. but the moment you so much as call her name, she’s running to you like a stray dog that just found its owner.

✧₊⁺ sometimes, you sit on her lap as she plays, watching her screen and asking the silliest questions. she always answers with a smile and a soft kiss on your cheek.

"what about there? would you die if you went inside that room?" you ask, your arms draped around her neck as you tilt your head to get a better view of her game.

she chuckles softly, pressing her lips to your jaw before fiddling with the joysticks. "judging by the fact that it’s pitch dark in there, i’d say… probably, yeah."

✧₊⁺ the room eventually falls silent, her focus fully locked on the game. but when she glances down a few moments later, she finds you fast asleep, your head resting on her shoulder, and she can’t help but smile.

✧₊⁺ you’ve never seen a room as messy yet effortlessly aesthetic as ellie’s. somehow, the clutter only adds to her charm and uniqueness.

✧₊⁺ sometimes, as you sit on her bed scrolling through your phone in comfortable silence, ellie sketches little drawings of you.

✧₊⁺ by now, her sketchbook is filled with portraits of you—you’ve become her muse.

✧₊⁺ she used to get shy about showing you her artwork, hesitating before every reveal. but after seeing your excitement over one piece, she proudly gave you a full tour of her sketchbook, secretly basking in the joy of being the reason behind that pretty smile of yours.

✧₊⁺ one time, ellie asked you to press your lipstick-stained lips onto a piece of paper, saying she wanted to create something abstract.

✧₊⁺ that moment quickly escalated into her kissing you with urgency, her lips trailing heated breaths down your neck and collarbone. before you knew it, you were lying on your back, clothes discarded on the floor, as she devoured you like a prisoner savoring a last meal.

✧₊⁺ ellie had never tasted pussy before, but she didn’t need any frame of reference. she’ll always insist yours is the best she could ever have.

✧₊⁺ she’s a soft dom, big on praise—even when you’re the one between her legs.

ellie’s head falls back against the wall, a low groan slipping from her lips as your tongue flicks against her clit. you wrap your lips around the sensitive bud, watching her face contort with pleasure.

“fuck, baby. just like that,” she grunts, her hand threading into your hair and tugging gently to bring you closer. “you’re doing so good.”

✧₊⁺ in the end, ellie is just a hopeless loser who’s madly in love with you and would do anything to make you happy.