#i have to move and god i have so much stuff

[goatgoesmbe]

When you're divorced to Price, you're not divorced to the team

Johnny still tried and invite you to everything they're doing, whether it is some kind of celebration or simple hangout.

And you felt rude to deny it, just because you're divorced.. doesn't mean you should stop having mutual friends with your ex-husband right?

Kyle still texted you from time to time, asking if you baked anything today. Making not so subtle hints of him- and the others, missing your baking.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw John walking past the door. You didn't know why, but you did save one cupcake. So as the others were occupied, you snuck away to put it on his desk.

So you visited their base, carrying a box of cupcakes in the rec room as you watched them demolish your work- oh god the cupcake wrap isn't edible Johnny.

And Simon?

Well.. before you were divorced, John used to make him keep an eye on you since he was too busy with work. Being your guard dog when you hang out around the base, or to take care of stuff if you have any trouble at home.

Like right now.

"Simon, i'm so, sorry about this- i already called a plumber and for some reason they canceled last minute, and I just can't wait another day to get it fixed-" You rambled as you watched him look at what's wrong with your washing machine, days worth of laundry piling up near it.

"It's alright" He simply responded. "Don't bother calling them next time, you have me" he added.

Then there's Laswell.

You've always got along so well with her, so it wasn't a surprise when she invited you to a ceremony where she would renew her vow with her wife.

It's been a while since you doll up properly and wear a dress. But you try to not feel self-conscious as you stepped out of your car. You didn't want to give your ex-husband the satisfaction. You wanted to look fine, more than fine, like the divorce didn't affect you.

It was easier said than done with the way you could feel his eyes from across the room as you tried to ignore him and focus on your conversation with Kate and her wife.

Goddamn, can he stop that, he's really making you nervous.

Sighing, you took a sip of a champagne that was served. Maybe the alcohol would help.

...

You woke up with a throbbing headache and turned your head to groan at the fluffy pillow. Fuck, you drank too much.

Opening your eyes slowly, you blinked when you saw a figure lying beside you.

John.

John?!

Your head throbbed even more when you sat up too fast. Looking under the blanket, you sighed when you see that you're clothed at least. Even though it wasn't the dress you wore last night.

Sighing, your gaze shifted to the man beside you and took in the scene that was too familiar to you once upon a time.

Against your better judgement, you laid back down. And for some reason, you didn't move away when a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist.

Why did you divorce him again?

[bluemusickid]

ᥫ᭡. ⋆. 𐙚 ˚In The Key of Sin ᥫ᭡. ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

🎀Pairing🎀: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader, Joel Miller x Original Character

🎀A/N🎀: Okkkkk so I had this teeeensy idea brewing since quite some time. It's a bit different from what I normally write, I shall admit. But idk, it's been at the back of my mind since a looooong time. Now this may be a bit OOC for the JM we love and cherish, both HBO and Game versions. But oh well, when my muse strikes, she does so with a vengeance. Also, special thanks to @slimybeth69 , I got this idea after I read a certain chapter of Que Sera Sera (which is an AMAZING story and omfg you guys need to read it LIKE NOW)

🎀Warnings🎀: smut, nsfw, 18+, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex (don't be silly wrap your willy), slightt infidelity (yea ik but trust the process), explicit sex, degradation, (mild) voyeurism, breeding kink, minors DNI.

18+ blog, Minors not welcome, you are responsible for your own media consumption. Not beta'ed, any mistakes, grammatical or otherwise are all mine. I post my stuff only on Tumblr and AO3, and occasionally Wattpad. I do not give anyone permission to reproduce, copy or translate my work in any form of media, including but not limited to AI chatbots. If you are found doing so, trust me, I will put my law degree to good use. Likes are welcome, reblogs are much appreciated!

Tiring. That was all that you could describe this day as. Work had been hectic, challenging and had pushed you to the limits of your sanity. All you wanted to do was kick off your shoes, maybe have a beer or two, and snuggle with your husband, watching trashy reality TV; listening to him grumble about how stupid everyone in said show was.

With that thought perking you up a little, you walked into your house, your calves killing you. Surely the person who invented heels is burning in hell right now; you thought to yourself. Dropping your bag unceremoniously on the couch, you took off your shoes and your jacket, making your way to the refrigerator as you pulled out a can of beer, the chilled beverage sliding down your throat, calming down your nerves. Perfect. Just as you were about to take another sip, you heard a muffled groan. Weird. Chalking it up to the random noises old houses often made, you shrugged it off.

But then it happened again. As you stood there, you heard a moan again, loud and clear this time. Hmm, that's strange. Joel said he wouldn't be home this early. Maybe it was the wind or a raccoon or something.

You were about to call out his name when you heard a loud whimper, and the porniest noise you had ever heard. Intrigued, you slowly made your way to your bedroom, ensuring that you made no noise; your form shaking as you saw the door ajar.

Heart racing, you snuck towards the door, till what you had heard finally had visual backing. And there you saw something. Something which would have made a normal person's heart drop into their stomach and their palms to become sweaty. Instead, you felt a flutter twist throughout your body.

You saw a very naked woman on her back, writhing and undulating on the bed, as he, your man, ate her out, and rather voraciously at that. The askew bedspread, the clothes strewn about, the whole bedroom was a damn mess; but all your brain could register was that he ate pussy like a god, hearing her wails reverberate through your marital room.

"Yes, yes...i'm almost there!" she whined, her hips moving against his face. You could see him grinding lightly against the bed, his tongue making the girl grab the bedspread tightly between her fingers. It made your toes curl, a tingle passing through your scalp and all throughout your body.

"'S right, slut. Come on my face. Let me feel that cunt squeeze my damn fingers." Joel grunted, the sound of his sucking breaking the silence of the room.

The next moment, big-tits-long-hair screamed as she thrust her hips up against his face, holding him to her mound, curling her fingers and grasping his hair. He moaned as he held her legs up, his mouth relentlessly licking at her.

You closed your eyes as you remembered how his moan felt against your centre, your panties now drenched. Softly unbuttoning your jeans, you reached inside, touching yourself over your underwear.

This feels so wrong, and yet...

Her squeal made you open your eyes, as you saw Joel roughly flip her onto her hands and knees. You nearly moaned out loud, but bit your lip in the nick of time. He was facing opposite the door and hadn't seemed to notice your presence yet, which you were thankful for.

You saw him, Joel; your Joel, eat her out from behind, as he slowly jerked himself off, no doubt trying to stave off his orgasm.

"What do you want, slut?" he drawled, his hand working himself, slowly.

She said nothing, whimpering as she pushed her hips backwards, towards him. Smacking her on her ass, he growled, "Beg for it."

You swore under your breath, his husky command bringing you to the brink. You watched as she whined out breathily, "Please give me your cock, Mr. Miller. I need it inside me."

You bit your thumb as you watched him rip a foil packet and unroll a condom before thrusting inside her snatch in one move, burying himself to the hilt. She squealed, rather loudly, the sudden intrusion causing her some pain.

"Lemme hear you, lil' girl. Need you to scream loudly 'til the neighbours hear." He grunted through clenched teeth, his hips still flush against her ass.

You watched, transfixed, as he lightly began to circle her clit. Sex with Joel had always been mindblowingly hot, but now watching it, as a third person? It was even better than watching porn.

You watched as he jackhammered her cunt, roughly pulling on her wrists, to go even deeper. She wailed, her thighs trembling as she struggled to hold herself upright. You gasped, watching him push her into prone position, his thrusts never faltering.

This was wrong. It was transgressive. But oh god...why was it so hot? Why did it feel like YOU were the intruder? A sudden grunt broke you out of your reverie as you watched Joel manhandle her to his liking.

You watched the love of your life pound into her with such vigour you feared the bed would break.

"Ohh..ohhhh...god....i'm....cumming..." you heard her keening, her hands searching for something, anything to hold on to as Joel wrecked her, his hips faltering as he too, neared his end.

"Yeah...fuck.....'s it. Come on my cock, want t' feel you gushing around me.." he grunted, yanking on her arm to haul her up on her knees, fucking her with abandon. You doubled your efforts, circling your clit as you slipped a finger inside, muffling your groans as you could feel yourself inch closer and closer to your climax; your pussy getting wetter by the minute.

Her wails, her loud screams, enough to wake the dead resonated through the house. You were half afraid that Mrs. Davis next door would think there was someone being murdered.

You could feel your walls clench around nothing as you saw Joel pull out of her, jerking himself off and groaning as he finished all over her round ass, his hips shunting as he milked out every drop of his spend on her perky butt.

Breaking out of your horny haze, you decided that you'd had enough. You needed to leave before either one of them caught you. Rebuttoning your pants, you quickly exited the house, going for a small walk around the block to clear your mind.

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Almost an hour had passed since the "incident". You had come back home, thankfully, after the girl had left, and had busied yourself with preparing dinner. As you were slicing the vegetables, you felt his arms circling around your waist, his breath tickling your ear as he slowly ground his growing erection against your hips. Wordlessly, you turned around as he weaved his fingers through yours, the slight pressure a welcome distraction as he pulled you in the direction of your bedroom, seating you on the very bed where he had been with another woman not too long ago.

"So, you were watching." he said, his Southern drawl thicker than usual.

You hesitated for a bit, before nodding.

He sniffled, nodding slightly as he ran his fingers through his beard thoughtfully.

"Was it up to the mark?" he asked, a little shyly, if you could decipher his tone correctly.

Turning your chin up, you looked into his eyes, your lips pursing. Your mouth upturned into a smirk as you looked at the ground with your eyes, your intentions abundantly clear.

He immediately dropped to his knees, between your legs; awaiting your words with bated breath. It turned you on to see him like this; it was always hot when he took charge but it was even hotter when you took charge, which was a rare but delicious occurrence.

"Oh baby." you smirked, as you took his chin between your fingers, slowly caressing his beard with your thumb. "It was so, so good. I nearly lost control and joined you both."

You felt his sigh of relief ghost over your drenched panties, his fingers tightening on your thighs as he looked up, his big brown eyes reflecting his solace.

"So was it a good early birthday present?" he bashfully whispered, his fingers lightly caressing your clit through your panties, his jeans getting tighter by the minute.

Grinning, you ran your fingers through his gorgeous mess of curls, scratching his beard lightly.

"It was amazing. I was a bit skeptical at first, but that was the hottest thing I've ever seen. It was like a porno, except more personal; like it was just made for me." you moaned, as you felt his finger nudge your panties to the side and lightly caress your wet folds.

"What else, baby?" he growled, his fingers becoming more insistent as he plunged a finger inside you, his thumb caressing your swollen nub.

You mewled, dropping down on the bed as you felt your walls clench around him; your orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks. You didn't quite catch what he said to you, trying to focus on his movements.

As you caught your breath, you propped yourself up on your elbows, watching your husband undress with ill concealed lust. He caught your heated look, smirking as he pulled off his boxers, crawling over to you on the bed.

"You didn't answer my question, sweetheart." he drawled lazily, his tongue circling your nipple.

You writhed under him, struggling to answer him. "Are you fishing for compliments right NOW, Miller?" you murmured dryly, your fingers making their way to his hard member.

Joel grinned as he took himself in hand, slowly but firmly pushing inside you, pressing his lips to yours as he swallowed your moan. Fully seated inside you, he waited a moment before pulling out and thrusting back in, a gasp being punched out of you.

He began moving faster, feeling your silky walls encase him tightly as he picked up his speed; your breathy moans and gasps adding to the symphony of your mingled breaths. He looked into your eyes lovingly entwining his fingers with yours.

It was like some unintentional barriers had been broken that night, and a new chapter of your married life had begun. If you thought you couldn't trust Joel more, you were wrong. You trusted him more than anything now and this rendezvous had only strengthened in your mind what you knew all along in your heart; that Joel Miller would do ANYTHING for you, no questions asked.

"Baby?" you gulped, struggling to keep your climax at bay as he pounded you into the mattress.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"I want you to come inside me. Put a baby in me, Joel."

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EEEEEEK. I'm going to hide in my corner; I know this isn't a kink many share but oh well, i do (sometimes) and just needed to get it out of my system. Come yell at me or cackle with me in my inbox, feedback is always appreciated!!!!

Xoxox Lexi

[whysoblue2]

The God of Health

As Shamura planned their conquest and the re-arranging of the Pantheon, they thought they calculated every outcome, strategized every single move and spun a thick sturdy web of plots around the chessboard, so that each little piece would fall exactly as they envisioned. But as time passed, they were put in front of the chilly realisation that they couldn’t, in fact, foresee everything. The boy had come of age, growing into a skilled strategist, a formidable warrior, competent in every weapon he had been trained with. Yet, the power hidden within his Crown remained locked, still beyond his reach! At his age, Shamura had already slain their first god. A disappointing outcome for one with such potential, but that wasn’t what troubled the spider most. He had grown to be beautiful, disarmingly so. His cult was gaining plenty of followers each day passing, a good trait, but the young God of Health had caught the attention of many, mortals and gods alike. And with attention comes trouble, with such beauty the peril of objectification, with enchanting blue eyes the risk of meeting the wrong gaze. Shamura dragged Kallamar with them on the battlefield and saw him hurt more times than they could count, but they had never felt so concerned. A young god coming to age, a juicy apple ripe for the taking, how could they shield him from the rest of the world? He wanted to be independent, the stubborn boy, but didn’t know traps lay in waiting, hungry maws ready to snap at his first weakness. The God of War was ready to face the odds on a battlefield with weapons, armies and war machines, but was unarmed against this. For the first time, Shamura was afraid. That was their little brother… No one must ever touch him.

A little HC in my AU about a very toxic sibling relationship.

Ofc, in the end, Kallamar did go ahead and slay gods, using weapons Shamura had no idea how to use. That made the two of them practically unstoppable. But Kall became the one laying traps and ensnaring prey... so much that one would ponder: who is the spider?

Thank you for reading all my ramblings about my AU... I have so much stuff cooking. This idiot is in the middle of the cauldron! Story aside, I finally finished his design and I am pretty proud of how it turned out, mostly that face and jewellery omg. I have never coloured so much gold. Ever. Lineart here!

[zombaebitez]

Jackson!Perv!Ellie that can't stop staring at reader's white top cuz she can see her nipples under it? (Reader forgot to put on a bra since she never wears it when she's gonna sleep and she had to wake up early)

ellie williams x fem reader

zom’s note: i wrote this in like 20mins pls spare me, (i didn’t outright mention r! forgetting to wear a bra, just that r! isn’t).

word count: abt 535

warnings: slight nsfw content, ellie imagines doing stuff to reader, unknown/perverted staring.

Completely, and utterly fucked. That’s what Ellie has concluded about herself. What was supposed to be a chill hangover at her’s, turned into a sleepover; a common happening. It wasn’t the sleepover that made her feel like she was about to lose her damn mind. You had an early morning, but whined about how much you want to still hang. It's a win-win solution.

What did make her feel this way was what you were wearing, or lack of. Okay… let’s be honest, she knew she was in the gutter. You innocently decided to strip down to just your white shirt and underwear, to be comfortable sleeping. Sure, that’s fine. But, did Ellie keep taking small glances your way as you undressed, attention turned away from her? Hell yeah. She did it each time. Were you oblivious to her intense gaze? Maybe, fuck she didn’t know nor did she care.

Your soft skin, the curves of your body, the line of your back, hair unstyled… your tits. Okay what the fuck— as you kept moving around, putting your stuff on the couch, and picking up the mess you two made, she noticed the extra bounce, then the obvious outline of your nipples. She couldn’t help but not stare, while you were basically prancing around in her room half naked.

Ellie bit her lip, following them intently zoned out. Maybe it was a little perverted, especially when she felt that pang of arousal low where it shouldn't be. Scratch that, definitely perverted. But god she wanted you. Could easily just walk up to you, stop you in your tracks, wrapping arms around your waist that quickly trailed up to your clothed tits. Easily able to thumb over the hardness of your nipples, could lift your shirt up to feel the warmth of your skin. The touching leads to her wanting to taste, you’d be nice enough to let her. She’d quickly make her way to place small kisses around your chest, your body shivering in the process, and then finally…

“Ellie!” She jumps slightly, quickly looking up to your face. You looked slightly concerned, making your way to sit on the bed where she was. “Ellie, you okay? I was trying to get your attention for a second.” Ellie nodded quickly, clearing her throat as the bed dipped next to her.

“Yeah I’m all good, just deep… in thought?” She winced at her own sentence, wringing her own fingers, a small pang of… guilt? Thrill? Want… Need? You merely hummed a lighthearted ‘clearly’, getting comfortable on the bed, ending with a stretch. She glanced down towards your chest again, before looking away so fast the girl could’ve gotten whiplash. Mentally cursing herself to ‘not fucking stare again’. Ellie laid next to you in her bed trying to get comfortable, she didn’t have to fall asleep like you did. But god, was she about to force herself.

She knew she had to, or else the thoughts would fuck her up. You would fuck her up; but she’d let them… and you. That feeling deep down, progressively getting worse. A perverted lust over a close friend, a crush, a desire. Maybe no more sleepovers for a few days.

[rose24207]

Lando taps your car, sending you into a devastating crash that leaves you in critical condition, shocking the F1 world.

"And here we go, ladies and gentlemen! It’s an intense fight for P3 between McLaren’s Lando Norris and Aston Martin’s Y/N L/N! With just six laps to go, neither driver is willing to give an inch!"

"Y/N has been absolutely stellar today. She’s held off both Ferraris, she’s fought wheel-to-wheel with Hamilton, and now she’s desperately defending against Norris, who has the pace advantage on those fresher tires."

"Lando’s got the DRS down the straight—he’s closing in rapidly! Y/N moves to the inside to cover it off, but Norris feints left, then right—trying to force an error. She doesn’t budge! This is masterclass defending!"

"This is nail-biting stuff! Lando looks to the outside into Turn 9, but Y/N holds firm! Oh, she’s squeezing him wide, making sure he has no space to switch back! That’s absolutely brilliant racecraft!"

"You can hear the tension in the crowd, Ted. Every single fan is on their feet! They know how much this podium means to Y/N—she’s been fighting all season for this moment!"

"But Lando is relentless, Crofty! He’s going to try again—this battle isn’t over!"

"And here they come into Turn 10—Norris is going for it! He’s sending it up the inside—"

"OH NO! CONTACT! CONTACT! Y/N IS AROUND! SHE’S GONE STRAIGHT INTO THE WALL!"

"THAT IS A MASSIVE CRASH! RED FLAG! RED FLAG IMMEDIATELY!"

"Oh my god—Y/N’s car is destroyed! The impact—she’s hit that barrier head-on at full speed! This is a horrifying accident!"

"There’s debris everywhere, Crofty! The car snapped around instantly when Lando tapped her rear tire—she was a complete passenger! There was nothing she could do!"

"The medical teams are already sprinting to the scene. This does not look good."

"We have radio from Lando Norris—"

"‘No, no, no, no—oh my god—NO! Is she okay?! Please tell me she’s okay! I—oh my god—I didn’t mean to! I didn’t mean to!’"

"Lando Norris is in absolute distress. You can hear it in his voice—he’s completely shattered."

"‘I touched her tire—I didn’t mean to! Oh god, please—tell me she’s moving! I—fuck, I’m so sorry!’"

"Lando is crying over the radio. He can barely breathe between his words."

"This is utterly heartbreaking, Crofty. He knows this is serious. He knows how bad this looks."

"‘I can’t—oh god, please, please let her be okay—’"

"His engineer is trying to calm him down, but Lando isn’t responding properly—he’s in complete shock."

"McLaren is calling him into the pits, but I don’t even think he’s hearing them right now, Ted. He sounds absolutely broken."

"You can hear a pin drop in the grandstands. No one is speaking. The entire pit lane is frozen, staring at the screens in horror."

"The medical teams have arrived, but we still have no word on Y/N’s condition. They’ve pulled a privacy screen up around the wreckage—"

"That’s never a good sign. We’ve seen it before, and it never gets easier. This is the worst-case scenario."

"Drivers are being told to return to the pit lane. Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, Lewis Hamilton… none of them are speaking. Even over the radios, there’s nothing but stunned silence."

"This is the darkest moment we’ve seen in Formula 1 for years."

"We’re receiving an update now—Y/N is being transported to the medical center. Reports indicate that she is in critical condition. The impact was catastrophic."

"This is an absolute nightmare. Lando Norris, McLaren, Aston Martin—no one wanted this. No one."

"For now, all we can do is wait… and hope."

"All thoughts are with Y/N, her family, and the entire F1 community."

A/N: a little drabble because I had a shitty day :(

Taglist: @ipushhimback, @ladyoflynx, @lewishamiltonismybf, @cmleitora, @hmma3 , @same1995, @amatswimming, @llando4norris, @dr3wstarkey, @hurtblossom, @ernegren, @esposamultifandom

[ssparksflyy]

jason grace dating headcanons ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

pairing jason grace x daughter of hera!reader warnings none i think this ones pretty much all fluff unless your uncomfortable with marriage and children lol an i have a whole yap on how i think children of hera are created here if u wanna check it out cause im quite proud of it ꈍ◡ꈍ , requested !!

alexa play so high school by taylor swift pretty pls ‹𝟹

my bad just had to set the mood before i talked about THE CUTEST COUPLE EVERRRRRR

jason dating a daughter of hera would just be so like cliche classic romance that everybody longs for

a timeless love if you will

youd think that your parents arguments and bickers would have some sort of effect on your relationship but you just dont care LMFAO

well i mean like your relationship with your mother is probably pretty good and stable (you know, for a relationship with a greek god) and i truly do think that hera would be caring torwards her demigod children cause those are her kids and they dont have a stinky man for a father

but your parents really dont have much of an effect on your lives because your relationship is something you developed and worked on together, and it has nothing to do with them

you first met jason when he crash landed on the shore of chb with piper and leo, but didnt really speak to him at first

but he DEFINITELY wished you did

cause the second the crowd swarmed him and he locked eyes with you, oh boy

SMITTEN

actually standing there with his mouth open

he wouldve spoken to you sooner if he didnt feel like his insides were being flipped at the mere thought of you

but you did end up speaking literally the day before he left for his quest

you had moved over to his table during dinner to wish him luck and find out a bit more about this quest

but you ended up taking for the entire night, hitting it off immediately and ending the night with him walking you to your cabin door with the excuse of "my legs are dragging me in the wrong direction!"

and when he returned from his quest, you were the first person he talked to about it

he literally went into full detail just so he'd have an excuse to talk to you longer (but left out the part where leo threatened to dump him into the ocean if he didn't shut up about you)

i feel like during your whole 'friends but you it doesn't feel like your actual friends and you can kinda tell you both want something more' era, jason is definitely making all the efforts to extend the conversation, spend more time with you, and to get to know you better while youre the one dropping more subtle hints that you want something more (which have him staring at his wall at 3 am questioning EVERYTHING)

i hate to drag things on longer than the should but guys... you dont get together until AFTER the quest of the 7 (well 8 cause surprise shawtay! you spent months on a boat fighting the tension between you and jason ‹𝟹) and even then it takes a few months full of you dropping heavy hints, the contemplation to make the first move, and countless amounts of teasing from your friends for him to FINALLY ask you if you'd let him be your boyfriend

thankfully from there, things just began to flow easily :)

you went on dates pretty often, but at some point you stopped considering them to be dates because you spend so much time together and its a bit difficult to come up with something original in a summer camp

but once you eventually move out of chb (jason moved camps to be with you) and into your apartments (not shared cause we need some space), you both made sure you were both coming up with unique ideas and planned dates frequently :)

jason ends up working a job in finance (trust fund, 6'5, blue eyes), while you did... well wtv u want queen !!

honestly life further on out is so peaceful and simple between you two, any issues you face you always work them out together

communication is so big between you two likeeee

not even only if you get into arguments and stuff, but just like in general

you talk about everything, know everything about each other, the yap sesh never ends between you guys ‹𝟹

you probably dont move in together until after youre married, which honestly bro ... biggest occasion ever

i cant lie and be like 'oh you just did something peaceful in a garden with friends ‹𝟹' nah yall went ALL OUT

youve been dreaming about your wedding since you were a kid (it comes with the parentage bro) and jason views giving you a big wedding as a way to really express your love for each other (and he gets to spoil u hehe)

he goes all out to propose too btw, like asks your closest friends from camp what your ideal proposal is and goes through with it

but yea after marriage? your life becomes practically perfect with the beginning of your family and live together forever nd ever ‹𝟹

not to say stuff gets boring like ur kids? some of the most random childrento ever walk the earth like theres always SOMETHING happening with them

and you and jason dont allow yourselves to go boring either, you stay communicating and working out different ways to showcase your affection for each other

you guys stay really close with your friends and always have them over for dinner and such ‹𝟹 (GUYS THE SEVEN ARE FOUND FAMILY IDGAFFFFF)

but yeah you continue to live in your happily ever after little fairy tale for ever n ever n ever ‹𝟹

[supercap2319]

Peter meets the grandson/great grandson of Steve who exists from Endgame's time travel shenanigans. He's short and skinny like pre serum Steve but he has all his post serum physical capabilities.

Legacy:

Peter Parker had seen some weird stuff in his life. He’d fought aliens, been dusted by magical stones, and even dealt with alternate versions of himself. But this? This was new.

The kid in front of him—James, he’d said—looked like he had walked straight out of a history book. He was short and wiry, barely over five-foot-four, with a frame so thin Peter was sure he could see his ribs through his shirt. His face, though? It was almost unsettling. The resemblance to pre-serum Steve Rogers was uncanny, down to the sharp jawline, the determined blue eyes, and the slightly-too-big ears.

But then James moved.

One moment, he was standing still. The next, he had leapt six feet straight into the air, catching a frisbee mid-flight before landing effortlessly. A group of kids in the park cheered. Peter just stood there, staring.

“Okay. You’re gonna have to explain that,” Peter said, pointing at him.

James grinned, the kind of cocky-yet-good-natured smile Peter had only ever seen on one other person. “What, the jump? Not bad, right?”

Peter narrowed his eyes. “Not bad? That was a Steve Rogers kind of jump. You’re what, a super-soldier? Some kind of… enhanced experiment?”

James snorted. “Not exactly. It’s kinda complicated.” He scratched the back of his neck, suddenly looking a little nervous. “Look, I don’t really tell a lot of people this, but… my great-grandfather was Steve Rogers.”

Peter blinked. “Wait. What?”

James sighed, sitting down on a nearby bench. “Yeah. I know it doesn’t make sense. But, uh… turns out, when Cap went back in time to be with Peggy, things got a little… messy. Long story short, he stuck around, lived a full life, had a family, and, well… here I am.”

Peter sat down next to him, trying to process that information. “Okay. That’s a lot. But that still doesn’t explain this.” He gestured to James’ entire body. “You’re, like, a short super soldier. No offense.”

James laughed. “None taken. And yeah, that’s the weird part. I don’t have the bulk, but I’ve got everything else. Strength, speed, reflexes, even the healing factor. It’s like I inherited the serum… just not the height.”

Peter rubbed his temples. “So let me get this straight. You’re the great-grandson of Captain America, but instead of looking like a blond Superman, you got all of his abilities in a tiny Steve package?”

James grinned. “Pretty much.”

Peter exhaled sharply. “God, I love and hate time travel.”

James chuckled. “Yeah, tell me about it.”

Peter shook his head. “Okay, one more question—why are you telling me this?”

James shrugged. “Figured if anyone would get how weird legacies can be, it’d be you.”

Peter blinked, caught off guard. But then he found himself smiling. “Yeah,” he said. “I guess I would.”

[seenoversundown]

Somewhere

Josh Kiszka x Harper (Gender Neutral OC)

Warnings: FLUFFFFFF & some gentle flirty bullying

Word Count: 1.6k

Author's Note: just a sweet little thing for our sweet little man 🥰

🩷 🩷 🩷

Harper POV 

Nothing about Valentine's Day sounded appealing this year. 

Josh and I have been together for a little over a year, but he ended up having to move for a job and now we only get to see each other every few weeks. Unfortunately for us both, this was not a weekend he could swing. 

Him being the way he is insisted we would make the best of it, promising to spend as much time as we could on Facetime so at minimum, we were looking at each other. 

“I know it isn’t as good as being in person,” he sighed. “But, at least it’s something?”

I have spent the past few days trying not to be bummed out but when our group of friends invited me to a local carnival that night, I knew I would be the only one without their partner. So, I graciously declined.. privately in a message to the girl who invited us. I don’t want the pity from the rest of our groupchat. 

It being the day before, I went about my typical routine; wake up, drink the biggest mug of coffee, mentally prepare myself for work, and then get dressed and leave. Generally speaking, Josh and I would text throughout the day and then call or facetime once we’re both finally home for the evening. 

Work felt endless— possibly because I knew what was to come when I got home. Or knowing I had the next day off, regardless of the fact I would just be at home. Alone. I’m not usually this bitter, especially over a Hallmark holiday, but it had been a couple weeks since I had seen Josh in person and it had definitely started to wear on me. 

At least I’ll be graced with his sweet smile all day tomorrow. 

Pulling into my driveway, I let out a deep sigh. Quickly grabbing all my things and making my way to the door. Wiggling my key into the doorknob, it’s unlocked? I stare at my door for a second, trying to decide if I forgot to lock it when I left or if I’m about to meet my maker. 

“Hello?” My voice shakes as I open my front door, creeping through it slowly. Not seeing anything or anyone, but noticing the light is on in my kitchen. 

My hallway has never felt longer than in this moment. 

As I’m about to come around the corner, a voice startles me. 

“Well hi there,” Josh’s voice rings through my empty house. Leant against the counter, a smug little smile on his lips. 

My jaw drops, and I look around for a moment but my attention falls back on him. 

“Wait-“ I start, setting my things down on the island. “How? Your car isn’t here?” Walking straight into him, wrapping my arms around him tightly. 

His chest shakes with a laugh, “I parked at Jake’s and he dropped me off.” 

“Oh my god,” I breathe out, leaning back and touching his face. “Hi.” 

“Hey,” he whispered, as his plump lips found mine. “I couldn’t go another week before coming back, so I moved some things around.” 

“I missed you,” I tell him, pecking his lips. “I’m so,” kiss, “glad,” kiss, “you could be here,” kiss, kiss, kiss. 

His laugh in between kisses made my heart flutter, managing to get out, “I missed you too.”

We spent the rest of the evening glued to each other. Cooking dinner practically holding hands and falling into the couch to put on whatever shitty movie we could find, because we weren’t going to watch it anyway. 

❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Waking up with Josh meant staying tangled up in the sheets for a while. Our visits were so few and far between, that we would soak up any chance we had to just be. 

“We should probably get up soon,” he mumbles, his voice still laced with sleep. “Need to make sure you're fed and caffeinated for later.” 

“What are we doing?” I ask, propping myself up on an elbow to look at him. 

His hand brushing my hair out of my face, “Well, we were invited to the carnival, no?” 

“I told Kira we wouldn’t make it,” I cringe as it leaves my mouth. 

He smiles even wider, “Good thing I let her know the moment I got my work stuff sorted out.” 

Falling dramatically into the pillow, I let out, “How are all of you so good at secrets?!” 

“Is it that we’re good at secrets or that you, my love, are not the most observant sometimes?” 

Gasping at his comment and smacking him with a rogue pillow, I just watch as he dies from laughter. Shaking my head when I say, “You’re lucky you’re pretty, Joshua.” 

Hours later, finally dressed, fed, and caffeinated, we head over to where the carnival is. Josh insisted on driving us since he technically agreed to the plans. And to be frank, I’ll never turn down the opportunity to watch his performance whenever we’re in the car. 

Approximately four show tunes later, including a dance number, we made it. 

“You know,” he says as we’re getting out of the car. “More people should get on the West Side Story train, is all I’m saying.” 

“Josh, honey, we all have enjoyed West Side Story..” my voice trailed off. “When we were in fourth grade..” 

He stops dead in his tracks, holding a hand out toward me, “Harper, I need you to put that back in your mouth.” 

Not the government name. Throwing my hands up, “My bad.” 

“That’s fucking right, you’re bad!” He barks out, a smirk on his face. Wrapping his arm around my shoulders as we walk towards the entrance, I listen to every single reason why West Side Story is a perfectly fine musical. 

All of our friends waited at the entrance for us so we could say hello, but nature's way will always take over, which means we all just paired off once we got inside. 

“Where to first?” He rasps, squeezing my hand gently. 

Gazing around at all the lights from the rides and food booths, the sounds of children laughing, the smell of fresh popcorn. 

“Whatever sounds fun to you,” I tell him, looking over. “I’m just happy you’re here.”

And it’s true— I would gladly follow Josh around all night doing whatever it is that he wants because it means I get to be with him. 

We wandered around for a while, hand in hand, just weighing out what our options were. Finding somewhere to grab a beer to share, neither one of us wanted to drink too much before Josh inevitably dragged me onto a ride. 

It’s not that I don’t like rides, but the fact these carnival rides can be put together in like an hour doesn’t sit well with me. He’s just lucky I love him enough to muscle through it. 

“You would pick the most terrifying option,” I let out under my breath. 

His hand squeezing mine, “Guess you’ll just have to sit close.” 

Looking up at the rickety ferris wheel, trying to not panic at the possibilities. He just tugs me along, still humming that one Officer Krupke song from the car. 

When it's finally our turn, Josh death grips my hand as I step into the middle of the pod-seat-thing, sitting as close to him as I could. If I could be in his skin, I would be.

“See it’s not that bad,” he says, his arm stretched out behind me. 

My body tense as can be, my head slowly turns to him as we slow to a complete halt at the very top of the wheel.

“Okay so I have bad timing,” he laughs. “Though while we’re trapped up here.” 

“Can you not say trapped while we’re a million feet in the air?” I ask, slightly panicked. 

He smiles and his hand creeps down onto my shoulder, “I have been withholding information.” 

My eyebrows shot up. The air is silent somehow, but only for a second when I bark out, “Continue?” 

“What if I told you that—“ he starts, pausing for the drama as usual. “I’ll be able to work remotely as of next month..” 

“Like full time?” 

He nods, “I may have to go in every so often, but I’d have clear warning.. which means..” 

If I could jump up from this seat, I’d be in the stars. 

“Oh my god,” I let out, my hands coming up to cover my mouth. “You can live here?” 

He grabs my hands, littering kisses across my knuckles. “That’s right, baby. I’ll be able to pester you all the time.” 

My heart feels like it could explode. We both knew that when Josh took the job, that he would be traveling a lot, but neither of us really knew what to expect when it came to managing our relationship alongside it. Endless FaceTime calls and a constant stream of texts, but it’ll all be over in a mere few weeks. 

“Move in with me,” I blurt out. 

And for the first time in our relationship, I think he was speechless. 

“Seriously?” 

I hesitate, but the smile creeps onto my face, “Dead serious.” 

His hands hold the sides of my face as he plants the sweetest kiss against my lips. A feeling that will never get old. Mumbling, “Okay, let’s do it then.” 

The wheel starts to slow down with us near the top, yet again. But we’re too busy to notice. 

“I love you,” I laugh out against him. 

He pulls back, looking at me, “I love you, too.” 

Settling back into the seat, we stared off into the distance since we were “trapped” again. Enjoying the quiet as I tuck myself under his arm, until his pipes up after a few minutes. 

“And you thought today would be terrible.” 

I’ve never been happier to be wrong. 

❤️ ❤️ ❤️

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[muldersfingers]

I want to know about every one of those WIPs, but "ill-advised s1 sex fic" ?? I need to know more immediately, please.

Ohhhh so.

I started writing it on the premise that they start sleeping together from s1 and continue to have sex when they need comfort from each other. I guess I was gonna develop the relationship further idk. It begins at Squeeze. I was gonna strip it for parts for our First Time fest thing lol (as I drew Beyond The Sea and the second time they have sex is then)

I think ultimately I abandoned it because it felt a little toxic for them to be sleeping together when one of them is vulnerable. Oooh I just remembered this was my original enemies to lovers premise but I couldn't make them hate each other lmao. Teacher AU is my second attempt at enemies to lovers and that is going much better.

First scene of ill-advised s1 sex fic under the cut! (This is long lmao 2500 words of mostly smut!)

“I’m fine, Mulder.”

She was very visibly far from fine. Her eyes were wide and she was trembling, although she was making a decent effort to hide it. 

“You should stay with someone,” he insisted gently. 

“I am not going to be driven out of my own apartment.” Scully shrugged softly. “He’s in jail, Mulder. I feel perfectly safe. You should go, it’s late.”

“Scully-”

I’m made of tough stuff, Mulder. Go, I’ll be alright.”

Scully’s walls. Her mask. He knew she wasn’t fine, but what could he do? It wasn’t appropriate for him to continue to push, or to insist on staying when she had asked him to leave.

He tenderly placed a hand on the top of her head, stroking her hair briefly before smiling and heading towards the door.

“Don’t hesitate to call if you need anything.”

“Got it. Bye, Mulder.”

He exited her apartment and shook his head. She could be infuriating sometimes.

All he could do was wait for a call from her that likely wouldn’t come. He climbed into his car, sighing and dropping his head back against the headrest. They caught Tooms, he had to focus on that. He got to her apartment before she was sans liver, and Tooms couldn’t complete his cycle.

He shook his head and sighed again, pulling his cellphone from his pocket. He would head off home in a minute, but he should make a call first.

“Mom?” he said into the phone. “Hi, Mom. It’s Fox. Just returning your call, but, uh… I guess it’s pretty late. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

He hung up the phone and threw it onto the passenger seat. As he reached round to grab his seatbelt, he saw her.

Scully hurried down the external steps of her apartment building, duffel bag in hand. She had changed from the clothing she had worn when Tooms attacked her, now clad in oversized comfy apparel. She quickly moved to her car, looking around self-consciously and fumbling with her keys.

Mulder flung his door open across the street from her, crossing quickly. She startled violently.

“God, you scared me.” She huffed air out through her nose. “Were you spying on me, Mulder?”

“I was making a phone call before heading home. You were waiting for me to leave, weren’t you? So I didn’t see that you weren’t okay.”

“It’s not your problem, Mulder.”

“Scully,” Mulder replied, incredulous. “Look, you’re in no state to drive. Let me stay with you here, or come back to my apartment.”

Her shoulders slumped. “I can’t stay here. Not tonight.”

He took her bag and led her to his car.

-

Scully was quiet on the drive, and when Mulder opened the door to his apartment she crossed straight to the couch and curled up in one corner. 

“Can I get you anything?”

Scully looked around. She looked small and vulnerable, and Mulder felt helpless. It was jarring and uncomfortable, seeing her like this.

“A blanket, please?”

“Sure.” Mulder crossed into his bedroom, quickly fetching a blanket from his closet. “But I hope you’re not planning on sleeping on the couch. That’s my spot.”

“You sleep here?”

“Where else? My bed?” Mulder scoffed. 

Scully managed a small smile as she took the blanket and shook it out, snuggling up in it. Mulder slipped off his suit jacket, tossing it onto the armchair. He loosened and yanked off his tie.

“Will you sit with me?”

“Of course.”

Mulder sat a respectable distance away from her on the couch, draping his arm across the back of it, an invitation if she wanted to take it that way. She immediately crawled over and huddled against his side.

“Thank you,” she murmured.

He grazed his fingertips over her shoulder in response, before returning his arm to the back of the couch. She tilted her head to look up at him and, when he looked down at her, she leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek. 

Mulder smiled, furrowing his brow in surprise.

Scully reached up to cup his jaw, and Mulder stilled in surprise as she pulled him down to meet her, kissing him firmly on the lips. He didn’t quite acknowledge what was happening until she pulled away.

“Scully-” Mulder chuckled in disbelief. “Wha-”

He trailed off as she pushed the blanket aside, moved onto her knees and crawled onto his lap, straddling him. 

He was a weak man. He was beginning to grow hard underneath her, and he couldn’t bring himself to physically remove her, even though he knew this was a terrible idea.

“Scully, come on.”

“I want you.”

“You’re not thinking straight.”

Her face hardened, her fingertips digging almost painfully into his shoulders.

“Dammit, Mulder. Don’t tell me I’m not thinking straight.” She shifted on his lap and he suppressed a moan. “All I’m doing is thinking. I just want to not think. To feel something. I need to be comforted, Mulder.”

“Scully…” Mulder sighed as she began to kiss his neck and rock her hips. “It’s just such a bad idea.”

“I really don’t care.”

“You’ve had one hell of a day and-”

“Mulder!” Scully clapped her hands to either side of his face, holding him firmly. “Look, tell me to stop, and I will.”

Mulder closed his eyes. He can’t deny having an obvious attraction to her from the beginning, but he hadn’t dwelled on it, considering her out of bounds. But here she was, quite literally putting herself on a plate for him. He knew this behaviour was born out of the trauma she had been through, but if he could comfort her in some way, make her forget, then he was running out of reasons to say no.

She kissed him again and, when Mulder made no move to resist, she pushed her tongue insistently into his mouth. 

He found himself afraid to touch her, still working to get his head around the situation. It was Scully. Sent to spy on him, but potentially becoming a worthy partner for him on the X-Files. Despite her tendency to laugh at him, he never felt belittled or mocked by her, and she always listened to him. Nobody had ever really listened to him. And here they were, putting all of that in jeopardy, but he couldn’t bring himself to push her off, to deny her of something that might make her okay again. Despite the inevitable consequences, he definitely wanted this.

She was still kissing him, eager and feverish. One hand was still on the side of his face, gripping him firmly, and the other was roaming over his chest. Mulder tentatively brought his hands to her waist, and it seemed as though Scully saw this as permission, as confirmation that this was okay and it was going to happen; she immediately fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, flicking them open one by one. Once it was unbuttoned, she yanked his shirt open and ran her small hands over his chest.

Scully finally pulled her mouth away from his, and he watched, slack-jawed as she kissed down his neck, over his collarbone. Her fingers moved to his belt buckle, and Mulder closed his eyes as he heard the dull metallic sound of it being pulled open. She unbuttoned and unzipped his fly, the sensation on his erection making his hips buck slightly.

He suddenly realised, as Scully shuffled backwards on his lap, where this was going. He grabbed hold of her hips before she could slip off his lap. He felt as though her putting her mouth on him would be too much. He wouldn’t feel right about her performing an act for his own gratification. This was supposed to be about her. Her comfort, her feeling something.

Mulder wrapped an arm around her hips, pressing her close to him, and stood to his feet. Scully let out a little yelp, but clung to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he carried her through to the bedroom. She attached her mouth to his neck, indulgently sucking and licking and nibbling at his skin.

“Don’t mark me, Scully. That’ll be hard to explain away in the office tomorrow.”

He immediately cursed himself for mentioning work, as lighthearted as his comment was, but it didn’t seem to bother her, if she had even been listening. 

Mulder placed Scully down on the bed carefully before stepping away to shed his trousers and boxers. He watched, with increasing arousal, as Scully pulled off the sweatpants she was wearing, quickly followed by the oversized t-shirt. She laid there, in her underwear, looking at him with a strange sort of defiance.

He shrugged off the shirt from his shoulders as he stared at her. He felt a little self-conscious, standing over her completely naked, his dick hard and wanting. It felt so wrong, this situation, but so good. Her eyes roamed over his body quickly, fixing on his dick with wide-eyed desire. Shit.

“Scully,” he said, breath heavy with confused arousal. “Are you sure?”

“Dammit, Mulder,” she replied quietly, clenching her eyes shut. “Please fuck me.”

Mulder’s breath caught in his throat. He cursed himself for being so weak, so pathetic. This woman was becoming precious to him, if he was honest, and here he was, desiring cheap thrills from her body. 

The reasons why this was an awful idea were the same reasons he just couldn’t say no to her.

He laid down on the bed next to her and, hesitating for a second, he initiated a kiss. She was just as eager as before, growing more so, and he knew it was time to take the plunge. He placed a hand over her ribs, sliding downwards until his fingertips came into contact with the hem of her panties. She moaned against his mouth, and his dick twitched. 

He pulled his mouth away to speak, but she beat him to it.

“Mulder, if you ask me if I’m sure again-”

Mulder sighed, seeing determination, arousal, and the ghost of fear in her eyes. He dropped his forehead to hers and pushed his fingers down into her panties.

Scully let out a long, low groan, and he pushed a finger between her folds. 

“God,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her mouth. “You’re so wet.”

“You see how hot I am for you?” she said. “How much I need you?”

He shifted so his dick was pressed against her thigh, and he rutted slightly, just to get a bit of friction. Scully moaned appreciatively, quiet until he moved his finger to circle her clit.

“Ah, fuck,” she whined, placing her hand over her panties, over his hand. “Faster.”

Any hesitation he had began to melt away as he watched her face and body relax, the fear and tension dissipate and pleasure engulf her. He could see now that this is what she needed, and she trusted him to give it to her, which felt pretty good.

He alternated between rubbing her clit as fast as he could and slowing to languid strokes through her wetness, which she was very clearly enjoying. When he pushed a fingertip inside her, she squeezed his hand.

“Enough,” she said firmly. “Fuck me.”

“Shit,” he muttered, slowly pulling his hand from her panties and rolling over to rifle through his drawer. 

He was 99% sure he had condoms, and about 70% sure they hadn’t expired. He cried out triumphantly when he found one, peering at the date printed on the side. Success.

He dropped it to the bed next to Scully’s hip and tucked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and yanked them down, causing Scully to yelp. He met her eyes, and she smiled wildly.

“God,” he said with a slight chuckle, shaking his head. 

He tore the little packet open, quickly rolling the condom down his shaft. Scully dropped her legs wide open, and he couldn’t actually believe what he was seeing. It was a beautiful sight, and one he felt invasive for looking at.

When he pushed his tip inside her, she sighed in relief as if it was all she had been waiting for. He kept his eyes on her face, making sure she wasn’t uncomfortable or regretful as he pushed further in, pulling out slightly before going deeper. 

“Come on, Mulder,” Scully urged him as he bottomed out. “Hard and fast.”

“Shit.” 

It would be fast, alright, if she kept talking like that. He began to move, quickly building up to a fast rhythm, slamming into her as hard as he dared. Her legs were snaked around his hips, her heels digging into his ass cheeks. The fact this was such an ill-advised thing to do was proving to be a turn on for Mulder, who could already feel the hot coil of orgasm approaching.

He shifted his weight to free up his right hand and pushed it down between their bodies, pressing his thumb firmly against her clit. She cried out, digging her heels into his ass harder as she lifted her hips to try and match his rhythm.

He clenched his eyes shut. Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come.

Mulder sped up to an unsustainable speed, trying to move his thumb in rhythm too, but his head was swimming and everything was beginning to feel jumbled. Scully began to move even faster, desperate even, he inwardly sighed in relief when he felt her walls begin to contract, clenching around him as she dug her fingernails deep into his shoulders, crying out so loudly Mulder felt self-conscious about his neighbours. 

“Fuck, Mulder,” she growled. 

Mulder dropped his head and thrust a few more times before his own release came, arousal giving way to satiety, which soon gave way to guilt.

Scully watched him, dazed, as he slowly pulled out, waddled out to the bathroom to tie and throw away the condom, and return back to the bedroom.

He didn’t really know what to do with himself. She was laying on her back, arms either side of her head. At a loss, he laid down next to her, trying not to make physical contact.

“That was exactly what I needed.” She sighed. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied cautiously.

Maybe it was just him, but as they both came down and grew lucid, the atmosphere became awkward. Scully eventually got up to use the bathroom, and Mulder took that opportunity to grab a pillow and make his way to the couch to settle in for the evening. He returned for some sweatpants as she came back.

“Good night,” he said.

She watched him with interest, but said nothing.

The next morning, she was up early and, declining a shower and breakfast, she was out the door with a brisk, “see you at the office in a while.”

[musings-ofthe-unamused]

Love and Deepspace Headcanons: Denial

A/N: My bestie is forcing me to try this game again... So I might as well make some stuff for it!

There's a surprising lack of gifs I can find on here, so I went ahead and made my own headers :3

Warnings: 18+

Ask Box: Open

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Xavier:

I personally think he isn't the type to be too into denial

Sure, I think he gets angry or annoyed

But it clears pretty quickly

And once he sees how much its affecting you… immediately stops

Apologizes instantly

Puppy dog eyes 

Your hand is pressed firmly against Xavier's abs. You bit your lip, trying to keep in your cool. It's not easy. You had already worked yourself up by kissing him senseless and pulling back when he tried to go further. But he had taken control quickly, taking off his clothes and going for your weak spot: your neck. 

No matter how much you apologized or told him to keep going, he just gave you a soft glare to shut you up. But you had enough. Your hips moved against his bulge. You frowned and tried to push him back against the bed.

"Xavier, I can't take it."

He blinked, his head raising to meet your gaze. "Huh?"

"I want it."

"O-Oh." His face flushed as if he realized what he was doing. His eyes softened. "S-Sorry."

"Come here."

Rafayel:

Him and his teasing

Fleeting kisses, barely touching you

That fucking smirk

He loves seeing you get frustrated

But it backfires 

And suddenly, he regrets denying you

Rafayel let out a huff as you pushed him down onto the couch. One moment, he was touching you in all the spots that were so close to where you needed that heat. The next, you had his hands pinned above his head as you straddled his hips. He stared up at you. He wasn't expecting this.

"Woah, there. Getting feisty?"

You smirked. "I don't think you're in the position to judge."

"No. But I like this position."

"Really?" You leaned down, nipping at his neck. "You won't like it for too long."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It's your turn to get frustrated."

Zayne:

I also feel like he isn't super into it?

The type to do it accidentally

Long nights working, barely paying attention to you

The occasional text or two

Not even sending a suggestive photo gets a big reaction

So imagine his surprise when he finally gives you the time of day

And you're waiting there like a feast waiting to be devoured

"You're finally back."

"Sorry. Work has been-" Zayne paused. He gaped at you. "What are you-"

"This? Just got comfortable. Is there a problem?"

There was a problem. Zayne had suddenly realised how much he craved you. It had been too long since he last touched you. He was denying you and himself of a pleasure that needed to be filled. 

He dropped his bag to the floor. His shoes and coat soon followed. His eyes were glued on your scantily clad form as he slowly walked over to you. You hid a smile as you watched him loosen his tie. This was the exact reaction you wanted. To make him so hungry for you, he wouldn't be able to resist.

"Do you have work tomorrow?" His husky voice sent a shiver down your spine.

"No." You shook your head.

"Good."

"Do you?"

"I'm calling off."

"Good."

Sylus:

Oh my god, nothing brings him more joy than denying you of what you want

He loves seeing you squirm 

The sweat dripping down the side of your face as he hits in just the right spot

You're teetering on the edge of pure ecstasy

But he just keeps pulling you back

Wants to see you beg

Sylus knew how to make you writhe in pure pleasure. He knew where to touch, kiss, bite. He knew he had you wrapped around his finger. And right now, you were so tightly wound, you were about to break. He drank in the sight of you arching your back, on your hands and knees for him. HIs thrusts were languid and relaxed. The two of you had been at this for hours.

He reached out, his large hand moving over the expanse of your bare back. "Look at you. A complete wreck."

"Please, Sylus." Your voice was hoarse. "I can't take it anymore."

"What did I say? You have to be clear when you beg."

You whimpered and gripped the sheets tightly in your hands. "Please make me cum, Sylus. Please…""Since you begged so nicely…" HIs hand wrapped around your head and tugged sharply. "I'll give you what you want."

Caleb:

He does it for one reason only

To see if you still need him

And boy, do you need him

Constantly asks you to tell him how you need this

Tell him that you need him

That you'll never stop

He'll keep denying you of it until you're almost in tears

And then he gives you what you want

"Tell me…"

Caleb's voice is soft against your ear. Your back arched as his fingers moved inside of you painfully slowly. Your face was flushed, lips parted as you hung onto him. Your body quivered in pleasure at just the sound of his voice. You wanted to be pushed past that peak.

"I need it."

"And?"

"I need you."

"You do?"

You nodded, swallowing thickly. "Please. I need you so badly, Caleb."

"I need you too."

Caleb kissed you deeply, his fingers plunging into you once again. The speed was faster this time. He curled his hand and sent you over the edge with just that one movement. You let out a cry that was swallowed by Caleb. He pressed against you. His heart was hammering in his chest. He never wanted to leave this moment. He wanted you to need him forever.

[sairenharia]

LA Sonic and Fuzzy Radiation

More thinky thoughts on the weirdness of Hedgehogs and Chaos Energy.

Brought to you by, of all things, a jokey scene.

Tom and Maddie are changing and don't even know it.

So, I do get the joke. The joke is that Tom and Maddie now have so much time and energy to do a ton of hobbies now that all three of their boys are out of the house and sure! That makes sense! Sometimes parents need a break from kids because they are a lot!

But also the boys have been gone, what? At very most maybe two days. And the very start of that time, they were camping and doing s'mores, so even if went home right away, that's still a few hours down from traveling, but also probably sleeping. So they didn't even have that full time just from where they were.

And in that time, they were baking, knitting, puzzles, models, ventriloquism, where they are getting supplies, learning what they don't know, and getting a custom puppet. This is A Lot of stuff to do and that is the joke.

But what if its NOT simply a joke.

Because there is another thing to consider.

Tom didn't die when Shadow thought he was a man he very much wanted to kill. His life was at risk. Shadow used chaos energy in that punch.

And sure, maybe it was a wish with the Master Emerald, or maybe its a sign of something else going on. Maybe Shadow's self doubts were that strong even with someone he felt betrayed him specifically.

Namely the fact Tom and Maddie are around Sonic and Knuckles all the time.

We knows the quills the boys shed can be used for power. They are unlimited energy, but they can specifically grant certain attributes. Sonic's quills, if utilized properly, can grant speed to keep UP with him. Word of God says that it was Shadow's quill that kept Gerald alive and mobile at his age, and Shadow from the games is known to be immortal and perfect health. There may also be word that Robotnik got up to his usual energy so fast in movie 3 thanks to a boost form Sonic's. Those using Knuckles quills have shown great strength and stopping power.

Quills are a concentrated battery of their power, but what if the quills are just that. They're a battery, that can be pulled away from Sonic, Knuckles, and Shadow, but those three are still GENERATORS.

And we know in extreme circumstances, that energy can still explode out into EMPs in a huge way, but what if they leak out in smaller ways all the time. In the Prequill comic, Tails was trying to track down Sonic's chaos energy. Which, to be detected from literal planets away, there has to be some ambient release of it to even be picked up.

It could even go a long way in explaining a few things that could be just suspension of disbelief, but maybe there is a reason for it.

The concern about speedsters is while THEY can move how they want, those speeds could harm other people. But Sonic isn't giving people whiplash when he moves them, which could be his aura of chaos energy extending out to protect those people unless he WANTS them to hurt. Chaos energy does react to emotions, after all.

The three boys fall to the Earth and while the ring does change their trajectory, they still fell a long while through the atmosphere and still hit the ground pretty hard and while we know Sonic is durable, we have yet to see Tails with extreme durability, no chaos energy, and he, unlike Sonic, had to hold his breath in space. Even if he can take more than humans, he hasn't shown the reason why the other three Mobians are known to be as powerful as they are.

But Tails would probably know about the protection of ambient chaos energy generators.

And while they hit the ground hard, they hit the ground hard with KNUCKLES. Who can take a lot of punishment.

When every quill, every single one, is an unlimited power generator, that all remain connected even with distant and time, that is a lot of energy moving between sources to seemingly no effect.

Unless there is an effect.

What if Tom and Maddie were able to do so many hobbies and felt so bored after only so little time because they've been around Sonic for one to two years. Sonic who was around them quite a bit if the Prequill comic shows how severe his separation anxiety is, it probably took him months before he was okay not being around one of them for extended amount of time.

And without stimulation, they did what Sonic did and started doing hobbies at a faster speed, and experience the kind of boredom speedsters do, just at a smaller scale.

The changes aren't so dramatic that they know its happening.

But I think it is happening. The longer they're around Sonic and Knuckles, the faster they're getting, the stronger they're getting, and so is Tails.

Hell, maybe the reason Gerald and so many soldiers survived that explosion that killed Maria is because they had been around Shadow longer and soaked up more chaos energy during the experiments than Maria did.

It would also make those who use chaos energy more valuable. If Sonic's very presence around people for extended periods of time could make an army faster, well, that is something worth hoarding away, even if they couldn't effectively use his quills.

Chaos energy is transformative. Chaos energy lashes out. Chaos energy reacts SO strongly to bonds.

So why would chaos energy only work for the body its contained in as the default?

No, the more around chaos Tom, Maddie, and Tails are, the more they're going to start experiencing the benefits that Sonic, Knuckles, and Shadow do, even if it takes time for it all to build up.

(It does also pose the idea that the longer Shadow is around people...well, some people just might aging slower. Or stop aging at all after a certain point.)

[cosyvelvetorchid]

@bucktommyfluffebruary Day 9: Moving in together.

A prompt I was given last year titled ‘Orchids’.

*****

Rated G | 914 words

The day had finally arrived. After weeks of slowly packing up his things in between his shifts, Buck was finally moving in with Tommy.

There wasn’t really all that much to move in on the day. Buck had been taking a couple of boxes of stuff over to Tommys every time he stayed over, so all that was left was the the remainder of his kitchen equipment, toiletries and the washer and dryer which were far newer than Tommys who had agreed to donate his own machines to make room for Bucks.

In the two weeks of preparation Tommy himself had taken the opportunity to clear out some of his possessions and get rid of some junk. Mostly books he’d long since read and random tools and car parts.

Buck flopped down on the sofa next to Tommy with a grunt. Tommy wrapped his arm around his neck pulling Bucks temple to his lips for a kiss.

“You okay, baby?” He asked. Buck slid his hands around Tommy waist.

“Tired. But happy.” He hummed into Tommys chest. Tommy replied with a kiss to the top of his head.

“Not regretting moving in?” He teased.

Buck placed a hand on Tommys chest for leverage to push himself up to meet Tommys eyes. “Not in a million years.” He grinned.

“Good.” Tommy leaned in for a soft kiss to his lips. Buck settled back down onto Tommys chest. After a few moments he noticed a large black book on the coffee table.

“What’s that?” He asked through a yawn.

“Oh, I wanted to show you.” Tommy said excitedly leaning forward to grab it. “I found it when I was clearing out stuff for your impending arrival.” He placed it on his lap and Buck sat up a little so look. “It’s a photo album that belonged to my grandmother.”

He opened it up and slowly flipped the pages. She really was quite beautiful when she was younger and Buck could see the family resemblance in the eyes and the signature smile lines.

“How old were you when she died?”

“Uh, 20.”

“Tell me about her.” Buck said resting his head on Tommy shoulder.

“She was so much fun. Eccentric at times. A little impulsive. You remind me of her sometimes, ya know.”

“Yeah?” The thought made Buck feel warm inside.

“Yeah. God, she would have loved you. She loved shenanigans and she definitely wouldn’t have had a hard time roping you in on them.” He laughed fondly. “She was always smiling and happy. I can’t ever remember her being mad at anyone or any thing.” He flipped the page to a slightly browning and dog eared photograph of her standing next to a table, on top of which was a tall orchid with a “1st prize” rosette stuck to it.

“That was her favourite hobby—growing orchids. She won so many competitions at flower shows. She probably spent more money than she won as prizes but she loved it so much.”

“I wish I could have met her.” Buck said softly.

“Me too.”

*****

A week later and Buck was entirely unpacked in his new home. He came off a 48 hour shift a few hours before Tommys 24 ended. He’d tried to stay awake for him coming home but minutes after he’d sat on their sofa his slid down and fell asleep.

Tommy arrived home and kicked off his shoes and dropped his bag by the door. “Hey baby.” He called out. “Baby?” He repeated when he got no response. He walked along the hall and peered into the living room and his heart melted at the sight.

Buck, with his hands tucked in underneath his chin, lay soundly asleep sprawled along the sofa. Tommy quietly walked in the room and slowly pulled the crocheted blanket from the back of the sofa and gently draped it over him. He placed a delicate kiss onto his head and left the room for the kitchen.

As he entered the room he stopped dead in his tracks. On the centre of the kitchen island was a white ceramic plant pot with a beautiful bright blue orchid planted inside. He felt a rush of warmth fill every crevice in his body at the thoughtfulness of his boyfriend.

There was a time in his life not too far in the past when he didn’t think he’d ever find someone special, let alone someone with as thoughtful and attentive as Evan. He smiled as a tear escaped his eye and snaked its way down his cheek.

He walked over and tentatively ran his finger along one of the petals.

“Do you like it?” A groggy voice came from behind him. He turned his head to see Buck, eyes slightly scrunched as he adjusted to the light and hair disheveled. He fell in love with him just a little bit more at the sight.

He walked straight over to him, one hand grabbed around Bucks waist and the other the back of his neck and pulled him in for a firm kiss. Buck hummed in response and Tommys heart flipped in his chest.

“I love you.” He whispered releasing the kiss and resting their foreheads together.

Buck smiled happily “I love you, too.” He said. “And I hope your grandma taught you some shit because I have no idea how to keep this bad boy alive.” Tommy’s head leant back as he let out a loud laugh.

“I’m sure we can figure it out.”

[detective-and-dreamer]

something that happened just after lunar new year:

The festivities are over - all three days of them. Any last bits of cleanup have been left for tomorrow, or rather later today. This last round of visiting had kept them out late, and with a handful of corsairs still in the house there had been no chance of going directly to bed. Now they've made it, though, into the peace and solitude of a new year together. Locks of hair slip like dark silk between Emory's fingers as they pull pins from Nora's updo.

"It was nice." She leans into his touch, eyes closed. "Celebrating properly, or as close to it as we could."

"Aye." They reach over her to pluck her hairbrush and the little bottle of oil from the vanity. "...Thank you."

"Hmm?" She opens her eyes, meeting his in the mirror.

"For all this. Putting it together, moving stuff after you'd just gotten it arranged..."

"Of course." She says it as though it's the simplest thing in the world. "I enjoy sharing these things with you. I..." Her brows knit, and she reaches up to touch his arm. "I hope you understand how important every aspect of you is to me."

"I know. I got lucky." They start to smile, but it vanishes as they feel her fingers tremble against their skin. "You all right?"

"I'm fine, darling. And you know I'm the lucky one."

"Are we playing this game again?" Emory laughs, though it's weak - unlike Nora's racing pulse. "Really, Nor, what's wrong?"

"...I thought I would at least make it until you had a chance to sit down." Before he can ask what she means, she gets up -

- only to sink to her knees and take his hands in her own.

"My love, I would be truly lost without you. Both literally and in my own mind. You've been with me through so many journeys, my partner and my guide, and I want to go on so many more. You already know I intend to stay with you for the rest of my life. You know how much I love you and always will. But I want to say it in front of our families and friends. I want it to be known to the city, to the zee, to all of your gods and spirits." She takes a deep, shaky breath, pressing her face to his hands for a moment before looking up at him again.

"ᠠᠯᠲᠠᠨ, ᠴᠢ ᠨᠠᠳᠠ ᠲᠠᠢ ᠭᠡᠷᠯᠡᠬᠦ ᠦᠦ ?"

"...Say that again?" They choke on their words, just as she stumbles over the syllables in her imperfect accent. "I - Nora - " He isn't sure if he kneels or falls, but he's on the floor with her, pulling her into his arms, staining the shoulder of her nightgown with peligin-tinged tears. "Of course, of course I will, I love you - "

"I love you so much." Her fingers run through their hair, her own forgotten to pool and tangle around them. "I wasn't sure you'd want to, or that you wouldn't think I was only asking now that we have a child..."

"I-I didn't think you would at all, I've always just been happy that we'd be together..." He sits up to look into her own teary eyes and cup her cheek. "But I do want it. I want to call you my wife." The tears fall, then, and they let them run warm over their hand. "How long have you been planning this, then?"

"I've thought about it for a long time, but I made up my mind around the time we first started preparations for this event. Your parents agreed with me that the new year would be a good time for it."

"My - Nora, did you ask them for my hand?" He can't help but laugh - half at the thought of it, half in surprise that they managed to keep it to themselves.

"No, I told them I intended to ask you."

"Better, though you could've done it like a proper pirate and stolen me away - " Their laughter grows louder still as she swats their arm. She's giggling too, though, smothering the sound in his hair as he pretends to swoon into her arms.

"If either of us quotes one of those damned books during the ceremony, I think the other should have the right to walk out."

"'Course. That's for the wedding night."

Both of them end up as lost in laughter as they had been in tears. It's a perfect start to a new year and a newly redefined love.

[themotherofallthings]

Sorry to tag on here but I'm hoping to provide a different perspective.

For anyone who has been here a while, understands the anonymous posters frustrations. We have all lived this over and over again. But having seen this play out over the years, I've just sort accepted that this is as far as he and his team can take him. I don't say this with any malice or any loss of faith in Louis' abilities, talents or perserverance. I believe anything is possible of him.

But, and it's a big but, his team can only deliver him so far. The one ongoing issue that has handicapped every marketing/pr team that turns up to promote Louis is his past. Whatever that nail in the coffin was that prevents his music from being played on the radio, still exists and no amount of pr will undo that damage.

What they have succeeded in doing outside of the convential, mainstream efforts, has been pretty good. Not perfect, but good. They have tried, over the years to tie him to different markets to bring in new fans organically. The Eurocup a few years ago, exposing him to soccer/football fans. The F1 racing circuit and adding his music to their playlists. An entire summer of festivals providing huge exposure to new fans. And now the NFL/Super Bowl. The fact that mainstream media hasn't clapped on to his presence, is not his teams fault. His name is in the press releases but no one outside of his fandom knows him in the US (without the 1D qualifier). And it's relatively unlikely, seeing him is going interest anyone in his music, especially since he's not performing.

Ultimately, everything that they've done over the years has been in an attempt to reach a wider audience. More indie; more male; more general public without much success. But part of the effort means that Louis has to be accessible. He has to be everywhere. He has to attend award show after parties and walk red carpets and do photo spreads, on top of all of the stuff he's already doing. He has to play the fucking game and almost overexpose himself because he doesn't have the luxury of his music/radio play/streaming or viral TT mementum to push him forward in the public consciousness.

And part of me believes he's not willing to do that. Mostly because he's been there, done that, but also because the gamble of overexposure without the music exposure/cred behind him, may not pay off and he's left just being "that 1D guy" who shows up everywhere. And that's not a good look or a good feeling.

Louis is proud. He knows he's talented. He knows he has what it takes, he's willing to work for it and he has the confidence to pull off anything but ulimately, success or fail, he has to also have the mainstream radio championing him on as well. And sadly, I feel, that ship has sailed. I don't see that changing in the immediate future with LT3. I pray to god every night that I'm wrong. I want to be wrong. I need to be wrong. For his sake and all of ours.

So here we sit, facing the same reality we did 7-8 years ago, blaming his team because what else can we do? They've thrown everything they can at it and it's not moving the needle. Not in streams/listeners, not in radio play and sadly not even in viral moments on TT.

So my shift in perspective is this. I focus on what he has; what he has built for himself over the last several years. I focus on seeing Louis happy. I focus on him loving the music he is making. I focus on him thriving during tour and living out his dream performing at festivals.

We don't know what he wants in his heart of hearts, so we can't "he deserves more" away the reality of the industry he works in. If they wanted him to have mainstream success he'd have it. We all know "deserving it' means shit in an industry that prioritize $$ and celeb culture over talent and work ethic.

Plenty of artists would kill for a career like Louis' and he knows this. So he takes what he has and shows his gratitude for it and us. And if it gets him a few more fans or some sort of recognition for his efforts, he's happy but ultimately will keep on doing his own thing. So regardless of what comes next, I am excited to see what the future holds.

I apologize for the long-winded reply. I hope it helps even the tiniest bit to alleviate the frustrations we've all felt over the years.

#peace

Hi Gina, hope you're doing well!!

I've sent you similar asks a couple of times before over the years, but everytime I see it I just can't help but express my frustration. As someone who works in marketing and hears the words "do something that'll go viral" almost everyday from different brands, I get so disappointed in Louis's PR.

Everytime he comes back in the news a little again I get my hopes up thinking that it might actually lead to something but then it just suddenly stops. I feel like his team doesn't actually have a marketing plan and they just wake up one day wanting to make Louis's name trend and then forget about it or get bored after a week.

Even now - going to Zayn's show (not saying it was completely for PR, but definitely planned), then the walls promo, collaborating with youtube and spotify instagram pages, and now going to the superbowl which will be filled with celebrities (you cannot make me believe ever that he's actually there for the American football) - it's all to get him in the news. But why? My guess it for absolutely nothing!!

As always he'll be active for a bit and disappear again, having done all this for nothing, because I don't see an album or even a single coming anytime soon, so this bit of PR will also be forgotten like everything else!!

It took me a couple years, but I've given up all hope in his team at this point!! I really really hope he meets some better people at some point who can position him better, because he definitely deserves and has the potential for it!!

Sorry for the rant. Have a great day!!!!

Hi sweetheart. I was actually just talking about this with @apparentlybychance yesterday. Ah was saying she was checking his social mentions (or whatever the hell it’s called) and he had a huge spike when he went to Zayn’s show, and then nothing. And he’s barely been mentioned in connection to the Super Bowl.

I have no idea what his team is doing. The meet up with fans seemed only for fandom. The Super Bowl attendance isn’t making a blip outside of fandom. It’s just weird.

[just-slightly-chaotic]

<3

[meamiki]

mira !!! :]