#i simply do not know but i hope all of you in real hurricane or flood zones stay safe and dry

[princessmyriad]

It fucken WIMDY

[taegimood]

— fate (c.sb) ♡

pairing: choi soobin x fem!reader genre: angst, fluff, smut rating: nsfw, mdni wc: 1.1k warnings: toxic ex (emotional neglect, abandonment), unplanned pregnancy, body insecurity, pregnancy/breeding kink, brief smut, let’s ignore the questionable timeframe lmao

a/n - this is actually not at ALL what i had originally planned for this concept, it was supposed to just be another one of my lighthearted smutty ramblings (which i might still do in a separate post cuz this concept + soobin’s breeding kink is too juicy for me to pass up lmao) but i like it regardless.. i haven’t done an actual writing piece in ages. this one might be weird tbh lol but i hope you enjoy ~ [written w my lovely @miupow in mind <3]

──────────────────────

it had been 12 months since you met the man who you thought would be forever — foolishly, blindly — the memory as bitter as the winter when you first saw him, mistaken then as something sweet.

it had been 10 months since you began to give him everything that he wanted — the body and the heart that you were never one to gift lightly — convinced that it was love, that it meant more in his eyes that you could never truly seem to read (though you always managed to fool yourself that you could).

it had been 6 months since you started doing anything and everything to make him keep wanting you, losing yourself so slowly in the process that you couldn’t even see it until one day suddenly you did.

it had been 3 months since he left you faster than the changing season when you told him the news, a hurricane of empty eyes and venomous words thrown like daggers that left you bleeding…

and it had been 3 months with a baby in your belly when choi soobin came into your life.

this time, the winter was nothing in comparison to the softness of his smile and the sunlight in his eyes when he stepped through that coffee shop door and into your forever.

—

soobin knew from the moment he saw you that you were someone he could see himself falling in love with.

he had no idea what made you say yes when he asked if you would have a cup of coffee with him;

(maybe it was the fact that he tripped and spilled his milkshake all over you while trying not to look like a loser as he passed by your table and then profusely promised to make it up to you and your poor pair of soiled sweatpants);

and he also had no idea what kept your pages closed even as he got to know you, what kind of shadow it was that would pass over your eyes at his compliments or what made you flinch at an accidental touch of your hands —

but he did know that more than anything he had ever wanted,

he wanted to see the smile reach your eyes.

~

falling in love with soobin came easily.

no matter how hard you first tried to fight it, deny it, run from it… it was as if loving him was something that you were simply made to do.

every soft smile, every careful touch, every word a caress as gentle as the breeze on a summer sunrise; every part of soobin slowly began to fill the cracks of your shattered heart with gold.

the day that he found out about the baby was the day that he told you his heart was yours.

“i know it hasn’t been long and i know i may sound crazy, but whatever happens or whatever doesn’t, y/n, i will love this baby, and i will love you.”

if this child’s father was a starless night then soobin was entire galaxies, the warmth and resoluteness in his eyes enough to melt away any claim that that man had left behind, and as far as you two were concerned, this baby’s real father was standing right here at your side.

——

it’s become harder to find room to love yourself these days as the months go on; your growing belly making it difficult to feel attractive, the insecurities that came with those months of feeling unwanted slowly creeping back into your mind and telling you that you’re not enough to make him stay.

logically, you know that your pregnant body is the only body of yours that soobin has so far seen, and of course here he is still wanting you — he proves it almost every night — but regardless you find yourself crippled by doubt and shame.

frowning at yourself in the mirror after every shower, stuck between the bubbling feelings of love for your baby and the guilt of hating how your body looks because of it.

little do you know, soobin has realized something about himself that he never saw coming before:

your pregnant body has him absolutely losing his mind.

he’s never felt so turned on in his life than when he’s got you laid across his sheets in the evenings with the curve of your swollen belly brushing against him as he slowly fucks into you, your tits full and bouncing softly with each thrust, small hands clutching onto him, your face flushed and beautiful and more undone than he’s ever seen it — free to let go of yourself in his arms.

it’s in these moments that he’s convinced he was made to worship your body with everything that he’s got.

soobin is so desperately attracted to every part of you, so determined to pour his love into you as many times as it takes for you to be able to see exactly what he sees every day;

he can’t help himself, can’t keep it in as he ravishes your cunt, the things he moans and whispers like a prayer in your ear enough to send shivers straight down to your core and push you over the edge every time.

you’re so so beautiful, baby, gonna be the most beautiful mama..

he touches you like he’ll never get the chance again.

perfect belly, perfect tits.. wanna fill you up like this, want you pregnant with my babies, f-fuck-

his name falls like a chant from your lips;

wanna give it all to you one day- wanna make you my wife and fill you up all round and pretty- you’re just s-so pretty, bunny, so perfect.

you feel prettier each time you fall apart.

i love your body, love our baby,

‘n i love you,

i love you,

i love you.

and when you ask him one morning if he means those things he always says, watching as a familiar rosy hue dusts across his dimpled cheeks, soobin takes your hand in his and promises you a lifetime.

——

it’s winter — your favorite season.

the air is crisp and full of starlight as you take a deep breath, the world falling quiet when you meet your husband’s eyes.

“the kids are asleep,” he whispers from the doorway,

and you’ve never been gazed at so tenderly.

you think about where you started and where you are now.

it’s been 5 years since choi soobin walked into your life, bringing the glimmering sun along with him.

5 years since he began showing you the meaning of well-kept promises and honest eyes,

of things that last and things that are allowed to be let go.

5 years since you welcomed your first child into your arms

and 3 since you welcomed your second; all beaming smiles and dimples just like her daddy;

and it’s been 12 months since your belly started growing with your third.

as you look down at the sleeping baby in your husband’s arms, every severed string of the past melts into one.

you smile at the boy from the coffee shop.

he smiles back, and soobin has all he’s ever wanted, because he has you —

because finally the smile reaches your eyes,

and he’s home.

[liminalpebble]

Hi ya, my ask would be for Loki....

For some reason his magic is glitching. He needs to understand why before anyone finds out.

Oddly, when he's around [insert character name] the effect is better/worse*

*delete as appropriate

Hello dear nonny!

Sorry it has taken me a thousand years to write this. It's kind of a long one but I hope it warms your heart. It's kind of silly and fluffy but unexpectedly emotionally real. I hope you enjoy.

CW: Fluff, all fluff. Loki x gn reader, surprisingly wholesome, just bit of cussing.

----

The Glitch

“DAMN!” Loki screamed for the tenth time that morning, smacking his fist against the kitchen counter. In the privacy of his quarters at Avengers Tower, the god of mischief was having a horrible morning.

He woke up as usual and tried to spark up the green glow of his magic to help him get ready more quickly for the day. Although long hot showers were pleasant to him, so was sleeping in after reading late into the night. Being able to magic oneself clean and ready for the day in seconds was a major convenience...one he had always taken for granted.

Although his fist was no longer magically charged, the strength of his hand still left divots in the counter top, frustrating him further. Finally the god of mischief screamed so loudly and smacked the wall so hard in rage that it was a miracle the whole building didn't hear it.

He was very lucky, in that case, that there was only one person walking quietly through the hall to the morning meeting (something Steve cutely called the “Superhero Roundtable”). You rolled your eyes thinking of the name, but Steve was too much of a sweetheart to burst his bubble about it. As your steps clicked over the polished floors you were feeling a bit proud of yourself that you would actually be early for once.

“DAMMIT!! NORNS SPIT UPON YOU, YOU HORRIBLE FICKLE FORCES.”

You jumped at the sudden avalanche of sound. His biting baritone tirade crashed into the hall from behind Loki's door. Your superhuman reflexes were the only thing keeping your files and your coffee from hitting the floor. Sighing in exasperation, you considered whether or not to get involved with whatever the hell this was. Ever since you joined the team a few days ago, your dramatic Asgardian coworker was none too thrilled to have another non-human demigod on the roster. Sharing the spotlight was never his forte and he made it everyone's problem, especially yours.

But...you were kind, sometimes to a fault. The idea of simply waking by and ignoring him, of enjoying some schadenfreude as this arrogant ass was finally being inconvenienced by something, was incredibly tempting. But pity welled up in your heart, knowing what it's like to be a stranger in a strange land, to feel alone and angry, so you knocked on the door despite being afraid of whatever hurricane was behind it.

Loud steps trudged closer, then the door swung open as Loki barked, “WHAT do you WANT?!”

You took a step back, eyes wide and coffee still death-gripped in one hand.

“I...uh...I heard you screaming, and breaking things. You know, you'll never get your deposit back if you keep it up,” you attempted to joke, painting an uncertain smile across your face, brows peaked in concern.

His aquamarine eyes stared down, boring into yours as he clenched his jaw, then said dryly, “How very perceptive of you.”

You rolled your eyes and huffed. “God, you're such a bellend.”

He flinched at the insult. He didn't know what “bellend” meant, but he could infer from your tone that it was not a compliment. As he tried to swing the door shut again, you slapped it back open, “But! I really am concerned about you, so can you please let me know what's wrong?”

“Nothing!” he growled out, chest heaving.

Your eyes scanned him up and down, taking in his disheveled hair, wrinkled pajamas, and the slew of objects strewn across his living room. “I'm not an idiot, Loki. I can see the obvious. Will you please just talk to me?”

He flinched again, this time struck by the genuine care in your voice and in your eyes. It rendered him uncharacteristically unsure of what to say or do. As he paused and you stepped closer, he could feel the surge of his magical energy building back up within him. Loki's face suddenly cracked into an unnerving gleeful grin. He hastily cast a green glow over his body, rendering himself dressed, scrubbed, and ready for the day. Although he knew he might be stretching his luck, he waved a hand behind him to reset the apartment back to its immaculate order. To his delight, it worked. “I'm ready, your highness. Let's go, shall we,” he said lightly, as if he wasn't in a tyrannical rage moments earlier.

You stared, eyes and mouth wide open in confusion, then shook your head and shrugged. “Whatever, Vlad the Complainer. Let's just go,” you said, striding quickly down the hall towards the conference room.

The demigod strutted after you, in much less of a hurry, until he felt the magic within him wither and shrink as the distance between you increased. He gingerly tested a theory, picking up his pace so he gained on you. As he suspected, each step closer caused his magic to re-energize within him.

Damn he thought with a huff, as the two of you entered the conference room, just in time. You settled in the only two seats left at the table, next to each other.

Great. You thought, realizing that at least for the next few hours, you would be stuck next to the intergalactic diva. That's what I get for being nice.

-------

The meeting went on far too long, but while Steve droned on, you turned the issue of Loki around in your mind. He sat next to you, not bothering to hide his boredom; arms crossed, chin tilted haughtily and legs spread wide. By the end of the first hour, you finally couldn't stand his long limbs sprawled out into your own space, so you swiftly kicked his shin under the table. He glared, but the message was received, loud and clear, as he wheeled his chair slightly away from you and crossed his legs.

As you touched, it happened yet again, the flaring of your own magic levels and a definite feeling of transfer to him. You could sense it ever since he answered his door this morning; the fluctuating magic. It didn't take you long to put two and two together. His magic was faltering, and for no reason you could discern, your proximity was jump-starting it again. You made a mental note to immediately drag Loki with you to Bruce to get this all sorted out.

You're welcome, Loki. You thought to yourself, considering that you could have just brought it up here in the larger group to get everyone working on the problem, but you instead decided to preserve his fragile pride. Finally, Steve dismissed everyone and you waited until the room was completely empty with a hand on Loki's arm, urging him to stay seated as well.

When you were alone, Loki took the opportunity to speak first. “Well, well, wellll,” he teased, “eager to prolong my charming presence, darling, and just the two of us, no less.” He winked and smiled. And although it was corny it was also devastatingly sexy coming from his stupid handsome face.

“Can you, for once, cut the crap? Just tell me what the fuck is going on with your powers.”

Those gorgeous icy eyes went even wider than usual, as he forced out a breathy chuckle while saying, “Why, what ever do you mean?”

Your expression remained knowing and unamused as you explained. “I know, Loki, I can feel the movement of my magic in my body, just like you can, and I can tell when someone's siphoning off of it like a gas tank. We have to go to Bruce, see if he can sort it...”

“NO.” he growled, deep and articulate, close to your face, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Can you put your enormous ego on a shelf for a few moments and just go with me? This won't just fix itself, you know.”

He sighed. “Very well.”

“You're welcome,” you quipped as you already left your chair and made your way to the lift. Loki was dragging his feet until he felt the magic seep away as you left. Reminded of his predicament, he jumped up and followed closely.

------

Several hours later you were sitting in a strange plastic shell of an observation room with Loki, a transparent, zipped divider between you. You sat in opposite corners trying to get comfortable while Bruce ran his tests, sometimes unzipping the middle panel, and sometimes closing it again to isolate each of you. Dr. Banner's warm voice rang in through the intercom as he looked through the observation window, “You okay in there, kid? Got everything you need for awhile?”

You laughed. “I'm 100 years old, Bruce, and I'm totally fine,” you said gesturing to your comfortable pajamas, piles of books, laptop, pillows and blankets. “It's...uh...it's like a slumber party. I'm doing great.”

“Except for the company,” Loki quipped under his breath, as he sat against the wall reading, not raising his eyes for a moment. Unlike you, Loki refused any creature comforts besides a book to keep him occupied over what would probably be long hours of testing.

---

When you arrived at the lab earlier that day, Bruce welcomed you warmly with a kind hug and chit chat. He definitely did not do the same for Loki. Instead he frowned warily and gave him a wide berth. After a few initial tests you asked, “What's the verdict?”

“Well, it looks like you two have powers that behave on similar principles but for some reason, they're interfering with each other like when radio signals cross...or maybe more like magnetic fields...still figuring that out...anyway. We never knew about this problem before because we never had two...uh...similar beings living in the same building. To bring it all back to normal, I need to find a way to separate the signals and keep it that way...some device to wear or even a nano device planted under the skin.

“I beg your pardon?” Loki said, brows furrowed and expression indignant. “You want to cut open my skin and implant something?”

Bruce smiled wryly. “You're making it sound medieval. I'm not chopping anyone open. It would be a tiny laparoscopic incision. It would take seconds and then you'd be back to normal.”

“That's great news!” you chirped.

Dr. Banner, held up his hand. “but I have to keep you both here for an extended period of time to collect enough data...eight hours or more. It might be best if you come in the evening and just sleep overnight. That way I can take readings and it won't interfere with whatever else you have to do today. It might not be the most comfortable sleeping ara...”

You put a hand on Bruce's arm. “It's fine, Bruce. I just appreciate your help.”

Loki was still glaring, arms crossed, but nodded his reluctant agreement to the arrangement.

-----

So now, here you were, locked in a bubble with Loki until morning. You almost wished the divider in the middle were opaque, so it could block his moody glares and sidelong glances. Although you bristled at his comment, you made the best of things, arranging your blankets and pillows and reading a book just as you would if you were in your own bed, in your own quarters.

Before long you heard huffs of annoyance and shuffling coming from the other side. You ignored him until you found yourself reading the same page three times because of the interruption. Finally, you gave in.

You looked over to your cellmate and asked blandly, “Can I help you?”

He grunted. “I can't get comfortable.”

“Yeah. You didn't bring a sleeping bag or blanket or pillow or anything.”

He stepped closer to the divider, as did you. “Well, I thought I could conjure what I needed. I didn't think the good doctor would ask us not to actively use our powers.”

You tutted. “A remarkable lack of foresight from the god of cunning.”

He put his hands on his hips and be began to rush his words out, “And I should have...what? Made my side look like a damn nursery as yours does? With those bizarre creatures, and that atrocious nightwear. I am a god, not a toddler.”

You braced yourself, responding as he paced. “Well, for one fucking thing those creatures are called Squishmallows and they are incredibly comfortable as pillows...and they're cute. They make me smile, Loki.”

The god of mischief raised an eyebrow, looking skeptically and derisively at a large plushy winking mango you had been using as a pillow. He asked, “And what is this apparel you have donned for your captivity.”

You blushed, looking at the zip-up hooded onesie you were wearing, and mumbled, “Shut up. It's warm and very soft on the inside.”

“In the semblance of what? A bear?”

“A capybara.”

“A what?”

“A capybara. They're cute and peaceful...look a bit like overgrown guinea pigs?”

His face screwed up into a a cringe. “I wouldn't know. I haven't been spending my long godly lifespan on a silly little eternal holiday, playing with midgardians and forsaking my dignity,” he pronounced loudly, in his most aristocratic tone.

You were now facing each other only inches apart, breaths fogging the plastic divider, arms crossed pugnaciously. You paused, gathering what little patience and compassion you had left to muster, then asked. “And which of us seems happier, Loki? Hmm?”

You didn't wait for a reply, knowing it would just raise your dander even more. Loki, however, found he didn't have any rebuttal. He watched, puzzled, as you crossed the room and spoke something Loki couldn't hear into the intercom. He watched curiously, as a lab technician took several pillows and blankets from you and brought them to Loki in the other compartment.

He held them, staring blankly at the pile in his arms. You held back a chuckle at the incongruity of the scene; the proud ancient god in his regal clothes holding a pile of soft, pastel-colored material.

To your surprise, he spread them out very carefully, returned to the divider and said quietly, “Thank you.”

As he was turning to resume his pacing at the far end, you finally asked, “Loki. Why do you hate me so much? What do you have against me? I've been nothing but kind to you...even kinder because I know what it is to be like us...to be the only ones like us, alone and misunderstood in a foreign world.”

You tried to keep the hurt from your voice, but it seeped in, and the perceptive Asgardian saw it easily. Loki's stony face softened unexpectedly, eyebrows peaked in concern and a little shame at his behavior.

“Look...I...I don't hate you. I just....I took me years...years to gain the midgardians' trust after...everything. And then it took so much time and so much effort for these Avengers in particular to accept me, respect me, acknowledge me as someone other than Thor's little bastard brother and a nuisance to the planet. But eventually, finally, I had my identity as unique and glorious and a vital member of the team and finally...finally even, perhaps, gaining friends here.”

His voice dropped to an angrier growl, “But then there was you, and in mere days...days...all of that had unraveled because of you; because of your understanding of their ways, and your intelligence and your skills and....and your kindness...your incredible, unwavering kindness.”

He sat down heavily, slouching with a bowed head, as a barely perceptible tear rolled down his cheek.

There were a few moments of silence as you came closer to the divider sitting down to match him on the other side of the plastic wall. “Loki,” you said so softly, putting your hand up on the divider.

He raised his head and met your eyes, this time not bothering to hide his tears as he barked, “Spare me your pity!”

“I don't pity you,” you said, and he could see you were telling the truth. “But I do feel for you because I have been where you are. I'm sure none of it has been easy for you, but Loki, I've wanted to be your friend since I arrived here. I'd heard all about you...all those good things you said they finally thought and felt about you were the things I heard. I was honestly, a little star-struck over you.”

He chuckled at that. “Really? Star-struck?”

“Yeah. You seemed so fascinating, and bright, and...well...and handsome obviously.”

He smiled broadly at that.

“Yeah. Yeah. Don't let it go to your head. I know everyone says that about you.”

He looked puzzled. “Actually, no one has said that to me.”

“Well. I assure you, they all think it.”

He smiled, looking you up and down in your ridiculous plush onesie and said, “And you're very...I don't remember their word for it...yndig in your...your....”

You smiled and chuckled, “In English the word is 'adorable' and I think this thing is called a onesie...which..actually is also what they call the ones babies wear so I guess you're a bit right.”

Now he was laughing too and neither of you could stop.

----

In the morning Dr. Banner smiled triumphantly as he strode into the isolation room. He held up two little syringes and said, “I've got it, you two! I hope you haven't torn each other's throats out after we unzipped the barrier.”

He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the two of you curled up together in a pile of blankets and pillows. The laptop was still streaming movies you had long since fallen asleep during. Loki's hand was around your shoulders and your sleepy head was resting in the crook of his neck. Sometime during the night, you had even convinced Loki to don your extra onesie (a black cat). Then, dressed up like animals, you had snuggled together and drifted off that way.

Bruce smiled, chuckled and walked right back out, deciding to let you both sleep a little longer.

He shrugged and quipped, “Guess it was a good slumber party.”

@goblingirlsarah @lokihiddleston @lokisgoodgirl @unlucky-number-13 @thedistractedagglomeration @gigglingtiggerv2 @muddyorbs @acidcasualties @alexakeyloveloki @joyful-enchantress @marcotheflychair @mischief2sarawr @icytrickster17 @loz-3 @loopsisloops @peachyjinx @peaches1958 @lokischambermaid @ladyofthestayingpower @sweetsigyn @november-rayne @little-wormwood @littlespaceyelf @mochie85 @sarahscribbles @alexakeyloveloki @holdmytesseract

[iced-coffee-jesus]

Fuck it, I added this to someone else's post but it deserves it's own.

I'm 30 minutes from Asheville, we didn't have power or water for over 11 days, we only just got it back tonight at 8:55 P.M; from the early morning of September 27th to the late evening of October 8th we were without electric, water, and means to use a bathroom.

All our freezer and refrigerated food is spoiled and stinking up the house while we try to find a way to dispose of it. Landfills are overrun and garbage trucks can't access a lot of area's. We won't be able to re-stock any amount of cold food for at least another week, and barely are able to get enough fresh food to eat day by day. Radio was the only way to hear any news and have hopes of hearing where to get supplies, because cell service was non-existent for 8 days straight.

Asheville's water system was destroyed. There is no access to water in the city, and may not be for months. 25 feet of ground was washed away, and the back-up system we put in about two years ago failed. 1,800 thousand miles of pipe needs to be re-layed. They're hopefully thinking early December, last I heard. This happened September 27th. Let that timeline sink in.

The death toll sits somewhere at 115 in Western North Carolina. They are no longer providing meaningful updates on the radio of the missing and dead, so most of us are unclear where we stand. Most widely talked about is a woman that I only know through other friends; she climbed the roof of her house with her seven year-old son and her elderly parents to escape the flood waters. The roof collapsed under them, trapping her and drowning her son and parents. After that horrifying tragedy, she waited another three hours trapped on the roof waiting to be rescued.

We're a mountain community. There was no real warning, and no one here knows how to properly prepare for a hurricane because we don't fucking get them here. My mom survived Hurricane Andrew, and as a Floridian is always 'over prepared'; if a neighbor didn't bring us water, we would have been screwed 7 days in. Even as generally prepared people, we didn't have enough resources.

We are doing our best. First responders, radio hosts, good Samaritans, Walmart employees, they are working around the clock and we know that. But the devastation is unfathomable and unprecedented. The flooding and landslides destroyed towns, homes, and lives. Some people have fled and will never return, the damage is too great.

In some area's, the electric companies are openly admitting they won't be putting up new poles because there are no homes left to give electricity to. It's simply gone.

Here's a really great local news source if you want to hear more. I'm begging everyone to be kind to everyone suffering such huge losses right now.

[littlerocks]

This scene is wonderful, the scene where vinee given the medal to the firefighters, it appears the perosne they love, their family: hen with karen and her children, Chim with Maddie, Eddie with Chris and marisol and Tommy with Buck (with that look so proud of his boyfriend, from "that guy is coll" to "that guy is mine") and finally tommy feels inside a family

The fact that Tommy is a diminutive of his real name Thomas and so not his actual name destabilized me ahahahh

I was thinking the fact that with Tommy they show buck, and as if they want to make it clear that he actually doesn't have any figure that can correspond as a family, and that with buck, he found that feeling of family (?). I hope they will show something from tommy's past because then we will understand his character even more

However that look of buck, in observing tommy, full of pride and love is beautiful, it's literally "that handsome guy, that hot pilot who flew over a hurricane and saved everybody, he's my beautiful boyfriend."

As for the hen and karen family, I'm too happy to see Mara so happy to finally have a family that loves her, and she's no longer that scared mara of the first episodes but she has found in hen, karen and denny her family that will always protect her

"Enjoy it while it lasts" this cynical sarcasm of tommy i love him, simply he is like this and i love him so much, like buck loves him

Tommy's sarcasm, when he makes quips, it's not making fun like denigrating a person but it's those jokes, the kind of sarcasm that you make when you know the other person and you know you can do because they don't take it in a negative way and in fact laugh about it, and for me that's what buck and tommy do, like while they're texting, like tommy makes jokes that are a little bit cynical, that kind of thing and buck countering but in a funny way

However Ravi represents me, literally it's me going to parties, just to eat

My guess is that when buck sees Gerard, and says "that's him, huh?" with that sigh, he was already preparing himself to endure the negative things gerard would say toward tommy or 118 in general

Just heard gerard's voice, chim with that face like "oh no then, my biggest nightmare came true," tommy has a face like "really this is coming to talk to us?"

Chim literally the protector of tommy and buck, like "do you have something against them?" automatically you have something against me

Then that "line" of gerard about "i heard you got your wings", i want to see gerard to use a helicopter in a freaking hurricane, risk his job to help his friends, in my opinion, if there was no chim to put him in his place, buck would have done like: give his plate to tommy saying "wait a minute" he walks up to gerard and says to him "tommy had such courage to fly a helicopter, going inside a hurricane to save those people, while risking his job and you don't even have a quarter of his courage and love for his job to do this act of bravery" and then finish " and also this beautiful hot pilot with even a medal of honor is none other than my beautiful fiancé, so don't you ever try to insult or denigrate him again" like it would have been beautiful, but we have however at the same time Chim putting him back in his place and finally silencing him. FORCE Chim we are all with you

CHIM FOREVER, WE ARE ALL WITH YOU IN DESTROYING GERARD

Buck giving that look gerard, and kind of warning look, like woe is you if you hurt tommy again, or chim or hen and everybody else in 118

This scene is beautiful, literally scene between father and son, where the father telling the son that he is proud of him, his evolution as a person and also he even gave his blessing to tommy, typical father, too beautiful this scene

"tommy is a good person, and good for you" "how do you know?" "because we haven't talked" and buck smiling happily, like you can see that buck is happy to be with tommy such that others can see it too, I'm too happy

Then we got the testimony that tommy and buck see each other in the evening, and maybe they even sleep together, that duffel bag that buck gets him ready to go to tommy's is the testimony, and maybe that's because we see tommy at the hospital in 7x10 like buck going home to tommy's (I hope so, and I hope they show tommy's house) and like they are ready to go to sleep and then buck is called and he is told that bobby is in the hospital and they both go there, anyway before that it would be nice to also see a little scene of buck and tommy together of like them gaurding the TV or eating together, that would be beautiful

However buck and tommy literally are made for each other, in the sense that they found each other and they are right for both of them, like buck found in tommy a person who loves him and even shows it, such as going to the hospital even though he had a stressful shift and went anyway because he knew it was important to buck and he went anyway even though he knew he was tired and all dirty, without even changing or cleaning up because he was already late and didn't want to be even later, and so for me tommy is the kind of person who maybe doesn't say it in words that he loves a person but shows it through attitudes

While for Tommy in my opinion he found a family in Buck, in the sense that in my opinion Tommy has a troubled past, perhaps with the family and therefore he has never managed to be part of a family and the moment he met Buck he finally did feels like a family, also adding 118, and perhaps as if throughout his life he has always had to manage on his own, in the sense that when he needed a person to console him or who was there to help him, or just to comfort him, he never had it and as soon as he met buck he finally found that kind of person who knows that if he had a bad moment or a bad day, he knows that buck would be there ready to console him, even like cooking something just to say "I'm here with you and I'm not leaving, and you know that if you need to let off steam I'm here for you"

I like the two of them together too much, because yes they are different in character, but it's not that being different in a negative way in the sense that they can't be together because that being different is too much to handle, while they although they are different, manage to fit together and create a beautiful bond

[brighttears]

Cleardune Chapter 5: What You Do to Me

Joel Miler x f!reader

no physical description, no use of y/n

Summary: Joel fulfills his promise of meeting you at the bar this morning, and he both wins the hearts of the regulars in the saloon (plus yours), and meets your father, though the exchange is short and effectively meaningless. Finding yourself off of work early, you agree to Joel’s request of meeting him in his room at Stowie’s. He asks you to dance, and it ends in a lot more than that. 

Word count: 5.1k

Warnings: smut smut smut, fingering, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, lotsa praise, finger sucking, pet names (darling, pretty thing, pretty girl, honey, baby, my girl)

A/n: some real tender loving in this chapter. 3k words of it is smut. What can i say!!!

Series masterlist

—

You awake with mixed feelings, a wisp of dread rising with you from the conversation at the bar, but you pass your fingers over your lips at the memory of Joel’s and the words you shared later in the night. There’s a jump in your chest at both, the butterflies confused with themselves. 

With a huff, you stand, deciding that nothing is promised but his seat at the bar today—that’s all you’ve got, so that’s what you’ll take. And just like that, a smile is back on your face as he slides into his seat in front of you. 

“Sleep well?” He asks with a smile just as bright. 

“Like a rock. How about you?”

He nods, “Didn’t move an inch until after sunrise.” 

You nod back. “Think we both needed that.”

“You can say again. You were straight outta gas yesterday. Can’t say I felt much better.”

“Mhm.” You nod, then pushing the dreary bits of yesterday out of your head by remembering that here he is now, with that glorious smile aimed right at you. 

After a moment of just smiles, he leans in. “Say, you think you’ll get off early today?” 

You shrug. “Hope so.”

“Well, if you do,” he cocks his head towards the door, “why don’t you take a walk. I’ll come find you.”

Slowly, you grow a grin. “I will.” 

“Alright.” He leans back and taps the bar absently with a boyish grin if his own. “Til then, though,” he leans back in, “mind if I keep bothering you for a little while longer?”

“Not at all.” You smile back, “In fact I’d very much like that.”

“Good,” he adjusts himself into a comfortable position before starting, “cause I have a story I meant to tell you about a horse I met out East.”

Soon enough, he’s caught the ear of everyone else in the room, even the pianist, and the saloon is alive with laughter over Joel’s story about a stallion he met on a ranch back East who would buck off everyone except women. Your face is hurting behind the bar, both from laughing and simply being unable to stop smiling, watching the way he gestures as he talks, watching the joy he’s bringing to all these faces, and by the time he’s done, you’re absolutely smitten.

At the sound of creaking steps, every head that knows who’s coming turns with falling smiles as your father shows his face. 

“What’s all this racket?” He grumbles, barely bothering to look up as he enters the saloon. 

After a pause, James Brooks, the man who moved to town only a year ago and has therefore only heard stories of the hurricane that your father used to be, speaks up. “Just enjoying a story that the new feller in town had to tell.”

Joel offers a friendly smile, “Name’s Joel Miller, good to meet you. Gotta say, this is the nicest saloon I’ve seen in a while.” You’re not sure if that’s even true, but you silently applaud his affable choice for his first encounter with your father. 

“Welcome to Cleardune.” He greets Joel halfheartedly as he makes his way behind the bar. Then, as if he just doesn’t want you in such a bright room, he tells you as he passes, “Done for the day. Dishes and floors.” You nod, knowing that you cleaned the floors just a couple days ago, but still happy to have the rest of the day to yourself. As he turns away to find a rag to shove in his back pocket, you look at Joel, catching him watching for your father to have his back turned before cocking his head towards the door, mouthing “Stowie’s”. You read his message, telling you to meet him at the inn when you get the chance, then nod once before rounding the corner of the bar to head upstairs. 

With only half of the chores Pa asked you needing to be done, you force yourself to stall, desultorily sweeping the clean floor. When you can’t stand it anymore, you straighten yourself up in the mirror, then bound back down the steps into the saloon.

“I’ve finished my chores, Pa—Winona’s asked me to help her a bit, so I’ll be out for the day, but dinner will be on time, promise.” You say as you pass through, not waiting for a reply, knowing he won’t give a damn as long the meal isn’t late. 

“Hey, Winona,” you greet her as you enter the inn, no longer caring that she knows you’re coming to see Joel.

“Afternoon, honey pie.” She smiles back, though you catch a smirk and teasing edge in her voice. 

As soon as your steps come to his door, as if listening for them, Joel swings the door open, a grin on his face. “Long time no see, darlin’. Come on in.”

With a wide smile stuck on your face, you stroll in, leaning against the door after closing it behind you, hands clasped behind your back. The butterflies in your stomach seem to be loyal to Joel, waking to dance at his presence. 

After a pause, Joel suddenly breaks the silence, looking you up and down through half lidded eyes, ghosting a smirk. “When’s the last time someone asked you for a dance, darlin’?” This gets you so bashful that you can’t help but hide in a look to the floor. 

“Not since I was a girl.”

“Really? That long, this pretty thing hasn’t gotten asked to dance?”

“Really.” You confirm, looking up with a shy smile. 

“Well then,” he tilts his head back, putting his hands on his hips before taking slow steps to you, “I guess I outta fix that.” Smirking, he bows slightly and offers his hand, “Bless me with a dance, darlin’?” 

Caught, you stand for a moment, swarmed with that feeling of love and adoration, devotion and reverence, peace, warmth, safety. Newly, too, is confidence and self assurance. As you place your hand in his and he pulls you to him, shifting your hand up with his, the other resting on your waist, you get that feeling of being at home.

“But there’s no music,” you say quietly, as if you thought it mattered, still stuck in the love that feels like it's seeping from your very pores. 

“Don’t need any. Just thought it’d be nice to hold you like this.” He replies just as quiet, a serene smile on his lips as he starts to guide you into a slow waltz. 

Humming in response, you try to bring some focus to your feet, genuinely out of practice with it, but within ten seconds you’ve already stepped on his feet twice. Like it happens so often, embarrassment barely has time to rear its head before Joel chuckles it silent, offering, “Here, go on n’ just step your toes on mine. I’ll guide you.” Though unsure, you follow his suggestion, placing just the tips of your feet on his. You're immediately relieved by the repositioning, both because you don’t have to worry about your clumsiness, and because it brings your bodies naturally closer, now almost cheek to cheek with his arm around your waist, hand resting comfortably in his. 

For a long time, you stay like this, the only sound your breaths and the quiet creaks of the floorboards as Joel waltzes you in his arms, measured, soothing, endeared. 

“You’re so special.” Joel drawls, breaking the silence in almost a mumble, though you’re close enough to hear it clearly and have it crystalize in your mind and memory and carve into the surface of your heart. “Swear, never met a woman who made me feel like this.” In the pause, you smile, but his next words tack a fracture into it. “Kinda scares the shit out of me, pardon my language.”

Quitely, you question, “Scares you? Why?”

“Feel like I don’t have much control sometimes, when I’m with you.” He replies, and in his voice is a subtle but noticeable glint of vulnerability. “Like that kiss.”

“Well, I liked the kiss.”

“But what if you didn’t?”

“Well, doesn't matter much now, does it?” You counter softly.

“Guess not.” He pauses, then lilts, “Still.”

It makes you pull back to look at him, toes still resting on his as you regard his face, trying to pick out subtleties to add to your Joel Miller dictionary. “I scare you?” You question further, a tad concerned. Fear is towards the bottom of the list of feelings you aim to bring out of him. Also, what could you have done to make him scared? All you’ve done is be at his mercy, predominantly in an emotional sense, but it’s not like you’ve ever thrown yourself at him.  

“Not you darlin’,” he chuckles, “one of the things I like about you is that you wouldn’t hurt a fly. It’s just what you do to me that scares me.”

“What I do to you?” The sentiment is admittedly thrilling, though vague.

“Like I said, make me feel like… I dunno. Sometimes it’s like I don’t know up from down when I’m with you.”

“I don’t understand what you mean.”

“Guess I don’t really, either. Doesn’t matter much right now, though, does it, so long as my feet know up from down.” He whispers with a smirk. 

“I think you’re doing a fine job.” A smile rises to your lips, and you admit, “You make me feel like I’m just floating.”

“Do I, now?”

“Yes you do, Joel Miller.”

In the pause, he cracks into a small grin, cheeks appleing. “Well, you do too, darlin’. Didn’t mean to make it sound like all you do is scare me.” He pauses, studying your face, and then his voice comes out soft as silk, “You make me feel… like nothin’ else matters. The past, the future, nothin’. Don’t think about nothin’ else but you when I’m with you.”

“Really?” Rapted, hearing that you’re not the only one so taken by the other, it comes out in almost just a breath. 

“Really.” He nods slowly, eyes lazy as he gazes at you under his lashes and smile just as lazy. “Like I said, you’re special. Like nothin’ else. North, south, east, west,” he punctuates with his boxed steps under your feet, “never had anything like you.” 

All you do is look at him, stuck in awe at his words. I love you tempts your lips, but your teeth land on your tongue before you even have to ask them to. 

It’s a grim sentiment, how off limits that truth feels, but it’s stuck in your head, especially after him saying that you scare him, in a way. Those three words might just be the spurs in his sides. So, you let them sit, and just take this in instead—the way he holds you, the way he looks at you, the whole scene mild and fond, washed in warm daylight.

“And, man…” he shakes his head lightly, “every time I see that face… swear, darlin’, your smile’s like watchin’ the sun rise. And that voice you got on you,” he lets out a slow whistle, “ooh, mama.”

Finally, your awe cracks in a chuckle, blushing. “You're making me all red, you bastard.”

“Let me see it, darlin’.” Joel coos back, the following smile almost smug. “I’m just soakin’ up the fact that I can do that.” Then, he gets that look in his eyes, “Love gettin’ you all flustered.” He hums, “God damn, woman.” And his voice lowers, “You’re killin’ me. An’ you know what, it feels just too damn good.” His voice is nothing more than a whisper at the end, your faces drifting closer and closer before they meet in a kiss. 

Like all the ones before, Joel starts it tender, never first with lust, but with care. But inevitably, the hunger comes, his arm tightening around you, pressing your bodies together. When his tongue comes into play, he stills the waltz, instead wrapping both arms around you. After only a moment, he pulls away to almost roughly place you back on the ground and press you against the dresser next to the door, licking into your mouth, grip firm on your waist. Automatically, you widen your legs, resting a thigh on the short dresser, and wrap your arms around his neck. His hips meet yours, and a small hum vibrates against your lips.  

“Anyone ever ate your pussy, darlin’?” He suddenly mumbles into your lips. It almost makes your eyes fly right open, both the abruptness and the idea. At it, though, you’re instantly wet. 

“No,” you mumble back, word almost lost back into his mouth. 

“Can I be the first?” He replies, voice low, and you’d almost be embarrassed if his hand slid down and felt how wet you already are. 

“Mhm,” you nod. Confident in the assumption that whatever he’s about to do will be nothing less than mindblowing, you reach down to start inching your dress up for him. 

“That’s it, darlin’,” Joel whispers, hand running gently up your thigh, featherlight touch trailing goosebumps. When he presses his fingers against your front, he hums into your lips, then pulls them away just enough to whisper, “So wet already, huh?” Not waiting for a reply, he starts to circle the digits over your clothed peak. “You like me that much, baby?” He whispers, “I make you feel that good?”

“Mhm,” you nod back, too distracted to be all that shy about the obvious effect he has on you.  

“Well, honey, I’m about to show you another new thing or two.” With that, he takes you by the waist, sweeping you over to sit you down on the bed, then lowering himself to his knees in front of you. His eyes are full of hunger as he kneels, hands running up and down the tops of your thighs, the fabric of your dress catching in his fingers. “Such a pretty girl,” he drawls, eyes big and dark and hungry. “You want me to eat your pussy?” All you can manage is a nod. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” 

Slowly, keeping his eyes on yours, he brings your dress up, holding it against one of your thighs with the other hand sliding back down between them, the fabric of your underwear already soaked under his fingers. He almost groans. “Take your dress off for me, honey.” He prompts, low and quiet, and as soon as the words leave his mouth, you lift it up and pull it off of you. “Oh, baby,” he breathes out, scanning your body before sliding his hand up to knead your breast, the other starting circles over your heat. Almost absentmindedly, your legs open further, a moan drifting out of you at his touch and the look of near awe in his eyes. “My pretty girl…” he whispers as he slips your panties down to your ankles and lowers his face in between your legs. 

The first lick is enough to make your mouth fall open, slow and heavy and warm, matched with his eyes still stuck on yours. He dips his head, pulling one long, flat tongued lick up, then starting to roll his head as he starts to kitten lick your clit. The teasing has your hips leaning into his mouth, and he slowly brings his hands to hold your thighs, the grip enough to tell you that you probably don’t know what’s about to hit you. 

And you’re right. The tip of his tongue circles and prods your clit, and by god his eyes have yet to leave yours, and you feel almost like prey as your hips roll and the moans start falling out. It’s a new sensation, the pressure, the angles, the pleasure. 

When he pulls away it brings a sigh out of you, but then he comes right back to slowly lick your entirety, over and over and over until you’re whining. 

“So sweet…” he whispers, pulling away again, lips wet, hot breath teasing your sensitive skin. “So sweet.” He repeats before he buries his mouth back into your pussy. When his focus switches back to your clit, licking and prodding and sucking, eyes never leaving yours, your entire body rolls your hips into his mouth, arms falling back to help keep you leaned up on the bed, open mouth pouring moans.

“Jesus, Christ, Joel,” you manage to utter breathlessly. 

He draws his mouth back with a wet thwap as his tongue flicks off of your clit and goes back into his mouth. “I could do this all day, sweetheart.” He whispers after a swallow. “And you know what…” his eyes travel down between your legs, up your torso, then back to meet yours. “I just might.” And with that, he’s between your thighs again, this time closing his eyes as his head bobs. The swirling pressure around your clit has moans skipping out of your throat and you grip the sheets. “I’m damn near addicted to you darlin’,” he pauses to mumble, but a whine is more than enough to call him back into your slick heat. 

When the moans louden, every second of his mouth bringing you closer and closer to a wall of pleasure, you slap your hand over your mouth, trying to help yourself out while knowing you’ve already done enough damage to Winona’s ears as well as whoever else might be in the building. But very, very soon, it doesn’t matter at all, because you’re cumming, moans long and muddled into your palm, legs clamping around his head, hand finding his hair to grip as your body rolls and stutters against his mouth. 

Finally, Joel breaks contant, and you loosen your leg’s vise from around his head so that he can peer up at you, his mouth, chin, and the tip of his nose wet, eyes big and fond. Then, as he slips his finger inside of you, watching your mouth fall open, he lets out a low, cooing moan. “Ain’t done with you yet, darlin’,” he curves his finger, rocking it slowly. “Ain’t gotten my fill yet.” His voice is soft, face softer, as if he isn’t half way into ruining you as his other hand wanders down your stomach, splaying over it as his thumb starts to work your clit at the same agonizingly slow pace that he takes inside of you. He talks over your mewling moan, “Gotta show you much I adore you.” Slowly, without breaking eye contact, he presses a soft kiss over your inner thigh, picking up the pace, “Wanna know how good I am to you,” his lips continue feather like pecks to your thigh as they begin to stutter at the flow of his hands. “I just wanna make you feel good, darlin’,” he whispers, punctuated by quicker circles on your clit and a deeper pressure on your walls, “just wanna make you feel good.”

“Yes, yes,” you mewl back with a nod, bottom lip quivering as your face turns up in pleasure, already feeling yourself climbing the hill as he works is magic. 

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” you nod again, biting your lip as the pleasure builds. Truly, it’s magic, what he does, with the two simple moves of his rocking curl inside of you and his thumb on your clit. But it’s not just that, it’s the look on his face, the focus, almost fascination, those big brown eyes locked on yours, his gentle words, the parting of his lips at each gentle roll of your hips, and the barely whispered mumbles stuck between them. 

Slowly, Joel takes his thumb away, sliding his flat palm up your belly, over your chest, ghosting your neck before hooking his finger into your mouth. Without hesitation, you take it in and swirl your tongue around it, and his eyes darken immediately. As he pushes it in deeper, the rest of his fingers cup around your jaw, the heel of his hand under your chin. 

“So good, baby,” he whispers, eyes focused on his finger in your mouth, “so good. So good t’me.”

Just as slow as he had removed his thumb, he dips his mouth into its place, pressing and swirling his tongue over your sensitive bud. When your eyes roll back in your head, he quickens the curl against your walls, and that slight adjustment lands the tip of his finger in a spot that forces a deep sigh out as your chest tightens in a flowery warmth. The feeling, forcing out breathy, almost absentminded moans, makes it difficult to keep your mouth suctioned around his finger. It’s something you’ve never felt before, a kind of pleasure that seems to take control of your body as your hips pitch into his fingers, each press of that button turning your eyes back into your head. 

And then he moans, causing a vibration against your pussy, and you're taken over by another wave of ecstasy. His hand falls out of your mouth as your head falls back, deep breaths heaving your chest as moans pour out, and you can’t even think, can’t even hear, just feel it, every detail of it magnified, each moan pressed there like a stroke of sweet electricity, and you’re completely taken by your climax. 

By the time you come down, you’re dizzy, swaying back and forth, arms barely able to keep you up as you lean them on the bed. 

“Holy shit,” you slur, out of breath. Joel, having taken his mouth away, chuckles. “Holy shit is right, darlin’,” he replies in a low tone, “you’ve got me almost beside myself.” And then, as you lower your gaze, you realize the hand that was at your face is now somewhere hidden between your bodies. The exhilarating assumption you’d made about it is then proven, “Couldn’t help myself, darlin’. I’m hard as a fuckin’ rock.” 

“Fuck me?” You question quietly, hips still rolling involuntarily at the finger that hasn’t quit its dance inside of you, a comforting warmth still sweeping through you at every curl. Joel shakes his head, though. “No, sweetheart—don’t get me wrong, the idea of fuckin’ the living daylights out of you is tempting, but I’m enjoyin’ this view too much. Don’t worry, darlin’, I can take care of myself just fine. Today’s all about you. Alright?”

“Ok,” you nod, not complaining, though now the idea of his fat cock inside of you is distracting, but it only makes you wetter, now a sopping mess. 

“But you do gotta help me out, darlin’…” he whispers, brows upturning in a subtle plea, “I need you to cum for me one more time. Jus’ one more time.” 

You nod, as if you had any say. Nothing could get you off of this bed right now. The curtains could catch on fire and you wouldn’t budge, wouldn’t even take your eyes off of him. It’s too good, it’s bewitching, you’re addicted. Life couldn’t get better than this, right here, Joel on his knees between your legs, hand around his cock, fingers in your pussy, with those big, puppy dog eyes focused only on you. 

“That’s my girl,” he whispers, suddenly adding two more fingers and quickening the hooks. “That’s my girl,” he says again over the moans that the movement prompts. Not having time to adjust, the way his fingers stretch you just the littlest bit turns you on even more, and you feel almost like an animal. 

“Oh, god, Joel,” you let our breathily, head falling back. “I—“ you catch yourself just before the L rolls through in your whisper, quickly shutting your mouth before I love you makes its escape, resorting to pressing your teeth down on the bottom lip sucked into your mouth. 

“Yes, baby,” Joel drawls, “say it again, say my name, honey, tell me how good I make you feel.”

“Joel, you make me so good,” you let out in a breathless whisper, the words cut by helpless moans.

“Louder.”

“So good, Joel, you make me feel so good,”

“Say it again.” He’s just as breathless as you, and when you finally bend your neck to look back down at him, you see his arm swinging faster, still hidden between your bodies. But you know what it means.

“You make me feel so good, Joel, no one’s ever done this to me, I’ve—I’ve never felt this good in my life,” the end is its own breath as Joel adds that special touch with his thumb, a messy massage over your nearly frail bud. “Fuck, Joel, don’t stop don’t stop,” you stagger out, eyelids fluttering, jaw dropped.

“Keep talkin’, baby, lemme hear my name comin’ outta those pretty lips,” he mumbles, arm swinging faster. 

“Joel, Joel, Joel, oh, god Joel,”

“Thas’ right… ‘s right,” he murmurs, eyelids fluttering as his hips rock forward, his own mouth falling open before he brings it back against you, tongue slathering the juices coating your center, as if the things he needs to get himself to cum is your taste.

Moans jump out of you at the thought, at the way he licks you up, and your hand flies down to seize a wad of his hair, both holding him there and unavoidably pulling him further in. Joel slips his fingers out of you to slap a hold onto one of your thighs, pushing it open and repositioning his head to have a better control of his mouth. Moans spill out of him, only furthering the intense pleasure of his mouth, hips rolling into his own touch, and when you can tell he’s cumming, you’re nearly panting. 

Once he’s finished himself off, he brings that warm, wet hand to your other thigh, now holding you open for him to work his mouth in a more strategic manner. And then, you’re hit with it, and a high, whining moan thrums up your throat, held between tight lips, head leaned back and eyes screwed up, a helplessly unrelenting grip on his hair as he presses his mouth over your pussy with his tongue focused on the most sensitive bit of you. 

And then you stop breathing, stomach tight as the exhilarated knot slowly unfurls, started the shaking at your thighs, quivering under his tongue and lips, before all of the muscles of your stomach tense and tremble, and even your feet shake, tapping the floor as you erupt in another succession of moans that this time bawl out of you. Joel’s fingers grip into your flesh, keeping you in place as he laps at your pussy, a mix of what must be cum and spit tickling a drip down your thigh.

“Oh, god,” you cry out as you climax for the third time, followed by mewls of his name as your legs squeeze around his head. 

When it becomes too much, you repeat, “Joel Joel Joel,” tapping his head to ask to give your tender skin a break. Finally, he pulls back, but as he does, he pushes your thighs further open, watching as your entrance pulses for him. He’s breathless, and seemingly speechless, mumbling incoherently as his eyes travel up your still tremoring abdomen, resting on your breasts, then finally to your eyes. 

The stuttering of your breaths are only reinforced by what you see in his gaze, his brows barely upturned, an amazing softness within the brown that’s almost overridden by the dilation of his pupils. Finally, he speaks, but it sounds as if he’s unaware of the fact that he is.

“Angel…”

Having to swallow first, your voice comes out near breathless, “Joel,” unable to find anything else to form out of your lips. Just, him. 

“Darlin’,” he returns, instantly reaching his arms out for you once he looks like he’s returned to earth. You fall into him, letting your weight rest against him with your chin hanging over his shoulder. Deeply, you sigh, still getting reverberations through you as your body begins to recover from the three act play that Joel put it through, not to say that you didn’t enjoy yourself—fucking saw god in it, actually. 

“Outta give you an award for that, sweetheart.” Joel says, running his hands up and down your bare back. “Bein’ so goddamn good for me. So good to me.” Slowly, he presses a kiss to your shoulder, proceeding to line your skin with them, and you sigh again in sleepy contentment. “I meant what I said, by the way. In case you thought I was just pussy drunk. You are an angel, and I do adore you.”

After this, you stay very still, leaning your full weight on him as his words flow through you. And that’s how you stay for a while, the only sound being his kisses over your shoulder, trailed to what he can reach of your neck. 

You could almost cry. 

After what probably wasn’t as long as it felt but still wasn’t long enough, Joel breaks the silence again. “Hey, we gotta get you back home now, honey.” He whispers, rubbing your back. “Don’t want your father to come out huntin’ for you.” 

Wishing he wasn’t right, you hum, pressing your face into his shoulder. “Ok.” You finally reply, but force him to be the one to make the first move of slowly leaning you back into a sitting position on the bed. 

More worn out than you expected to be, you stay motionless, eyelids drooping. He takes initiative, helping you back into your clothes by pulling your panties back up, and you raise your arms as he asks to slip your dress back on. 

“Alright, darlin’, up you come.” Joel pulls you up to stand, holding you close to press a kiss to your lips before letting you go, stepping behind you to gently push you towards the door with his hand on the small of your back. “Go on home now, get.” He teases, and you chuckle a groan, maundering. Chuckling behind you, he comes up to open the door for you. Then, leaning against the frame, he smiles, and smacks a final kiss to your lips before cocking his head towards the hallway. “I’m doing this for your own good, sweet thing.” 

Trailing a goofy smile as you do, finally, you get yourself to leave, taking a deep breath as you wander back into the foyer of the inn.

“Have a good evenin’ now, honey pie.” Winona calls to you from behind the corner, smirking. 

“You too.” You reply, smirking back, audibly too tired to be embarrassed.

The walk back home is all dragged feet, wishing the day was at its end. Despite your exhaustion, though, you feel like you’re floating, because he must love you, he must, he must, he must. 

[in-search-of-a-fallen-star]

i've tasted blood (and i want more)

Pairing: Yuuta Okkotsu/Reader

WC: 5,542

Content warnings: if you do not like blood, this is probably not the fic for you. Contains depictions of canon typical injury/vampire bites, as well as the symptoms and aftereffects of blood loss. Also contains some yan behavior/themes. Read at your own discretion. This fic also contains an explicit smut scene- no pronouns are used for the reader, but they are described to have a vagina.

Happy Halloween, witches! It only took me a month but I did finally finish my first Halloween fic. This one is a vampire au for JJK, featuring vampire!Yuuta. I had fun writing it, and I hope you have fun reading it as well <3

Title is from the song Toucha, Toucha, Toucha, Touch Me from Rocky Horror.

Minors and ageless blogs, DNI. If you don't have an age in your bio or pinned, I will block you.

Yuuta’s been looking tired lately. Well, more so than usual. Even though he was turned only recently, Yuuta has the bone-tired look of someone who has seen many centuries pass. The transformation had deepened his dark eyes and sharpened his cheekbones, creating more places on his already angular face for the shadows of exhaustion to cling to. You might say it in jest, but a part of you really does blame Gojo for working poor Yuuta into the ground.

However, as much as you would like to, you can’t place all the blame on Gojo. Since he’d transformed, you’d only ever seen Yuuta drink from the cold storage synthetic blood bags kept in reserve- never the donated ones, and he avoids the volunteer feeding drives like the plague. Shoko just shakes her head. She tells you that while it’s not healthy, it’s survivable, so she can’t force him to feed.

When you finally worked up the courage to ask him why he hasn’t fed, he just smiled that disarmingly charming smile of his and told you not to worry, he just wasn’t hungry. You had to drag your gaze away from the points of his fangs, gleaming ivory under the harsh lights of the clinic.

You’ve been close to vampires before; there are several in residence at the Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Technical School. Maki feeds to maintain her incredible strength, and Nobara says that anything other than real blood will wreck her complexion. Both of them are beautiful- Maki in the way a leaping panther is beautiful, all lean muscle and coiled power, and Nobara in the way a roaring tiger is beautiful, brash and proud.

Yuuta is different. He is still beautiful, under the dark shadows that cling to his face like soot. But he is striking in the way a hurricane or car crash is. You look at him and can’t look away, in a way that feels a bit like morbid fascination in the face of disaster. He is a force of nature on his own- you’ve seen him spar on campus, and you know he’s the only person who can keep up with Maki or Gojo. You also know some of the tragedy that dogs his steps. People still go out of their way to avoid speaking Rika’s name near Yuuta, even after the dramatic mission last year where he finally put her soul to rest.

You’ve wanted to reach out, to offer him some comfort, especially after everything with Rika. For the most part he’s let you. He’ll sink into your embrace like it’s a soft bed after far too many hours awake, and you are content to hold and be held for as long as he needs.

These moments are unfortunately few and far between. Since he was turned, you’ve noticed Yuuta retreating further and further from you. He still acts like your friend, but he no longer drapes an arm around you, tucks his chin over your shoulder when he wants to see something you’re holding, or links your pinkies together when you stand close enough that your shoulders touch. You feel the loss of the casual intimacy keenly, and you can’t stop yourself from wondering what might have caused your best friend to pull away from you.

As a human with no special powers of your own, you assumed that Yuuta was simply gravitating towards people who shared his experiences and understood what he was going through. It didn’t make it hurt any less when he would startle when you walked in the room, look at you with those soulful dark eyes, and leave. You’d even noticed that when you stood near him, he would hold his breath. You knew that the turning sharpened mortal senses, but you didn’t think that you smelled quite that repulsive.

Since then, you’ve resigned yourself to this new state of your friendship. Yuuta has been through hell, more literally than most people, and you don’t want to put undue pressure on him to do something he obviously doesn’t want. So you let him keep his distance, opening your arms for him whenever he comes to you for comfort. You stroke his hair and murmur soft words in his ear, and try to tell yourself that those moments are enough when you watch him smile and laugh with his other friends.

You are caught off guard when he stumbles into the clinic in the middle of your graveyard shift. You are startled out of your studying by the loud crash of the metal doors being thrown open, and you look up to see Yuuta, fair skin and snow white uniform stained scarlet. His eyes are wild, and while his katana is sheathed you don’t miss the way he reaches for it when you jolt up behind the desk. You hurry around the desk, snapping on neoprene gloves before you reach for him, intending to check over the wounds that are still sluggishly oozing crimson.

Instead he bats you away, pressing one hand over his mouth and nose. “Stay away,” he growls at you, pushing past you into the clinic. He goes straight for the sink, turning on the faucet and leaning down to swallow mouthfuls of water. You watch him swish it in his mouth before spitting it out again, the water running red with blood.

“Yuuta, you’re hurt. Let me do my job and help you,” you try again, approaching slower this time, hands out as if you’re nearing a wounded animal.

He’s resting his head on his forearm, leaning against the wall. Pinkish water is still dripping from the corner of his mouth. “No. Don’t come closer,” he pants out. He’s trying to be commanding, but the state of his injuries and the way he’s struggling to regulate his breathing override any fear you feel.

You get close enough to carefully wrap a hand around one of his wrists, and you almost jerk your hand away in surprise. Yuuta’s normally cool skin is burning hot, pulse pounding so fast you can feel the beat of it on his wrist.

Gently but firmly, you pull him away from the sink, leading him to sit down on the nearest table. Now that some of the blood has been washed away, you can finally get a good look at his face. His eyes are bright, the bags gone. There’s even a flush to his normally pale cheeks. He looks healthier than he has in months, despite bleeding all over your operating table.

“What happened, Yuuta?” you breathe, looking him over. The immediate concern is two deep cuts, one reaching from the side of his neck down to his chest and the other biting deep into his side. You begin cutting away the tattered remains of his shirt and surprisingly enough he lets you, swaying forward to rest his head in the crook of your neck as he often does after rough missions. You feel him take a deep breath against your pulse point, the movement of air sending an involuntary shiver down your spine.

“Was tracking a witch,” he murmurs, voice muffled against your skin. “Set a trap for me. Tricked me into drinking some of her blood.”

You keep your hands steady, treating what you can reach until you’re forced to put a hand on the uninjured side of his chest and gently push him away so you can reach the rest of his injuries. He doesn’t let you get far, keeping you close with a dazed look in his eyes and a flush burning high on his cheeks. His symptoms make a little more sense now; this has to be his first taste of real blood since he was turned. He’s going to have to stay overnight for observation; there’s a chance he could go feral.

You move to go to the cold storage unit and get him a blood bag. You know he’s probably ravenous right now. Blood will help him heal, and hopefully take the edge off his appetite so you can call for Shoko. Before you can get more than a step away, he locks his arms around you and pulls you back to his chest. He runs his nose along the curve of your neck, hot panting breaths blowing at the delicate skin. You reach up, running a hand through his dark hair and he practically purrs, leaning into your touch.

“You gotta let me go, Yuu,” you tell him softly, trying to coax him into letting you go. “I’m just gonna get you something to eat and I’ll be right back.”

“Don’t want it.” The words would sound petulant under normal circumstances, but right now it sounds desperate. “Tastes bad.”

“You have to feed on something, Yuu,” you say. “You’re running on empty, and you need something in your stomach so you can heal.”

“I know,” he mumbles. “It just all smells bad. It makes me sick.”

A thought crosses your mind. “You could feed on me,” you suggest, running a calming hand up and down his spine. “I know it smells bad but it’s fresh, and it’ll help you heal the fastest.”

You feel the shudder that rips through him. He sits up a bit, swaying. “No,” he protests. “I can’t, I’ll hurt you.”

You’re already unbuttoning your shirt, sliding it off your shoulders to rest in the crooks of your elbows, far enough away that hopefully it won’t get too bloody. You grab his hand, catching his attention. “It’s okay, Yuuta. I trust you, I know you won’t hurt me.” You slide a hand up to the back of his neck, drawing him close to you. He resists at first, but lets you pull him back to your neck.

His nostrils flare and he groans. “God, you smell so good,” he whines against your throat. “I’ve been wanting this for so long. It’s not fair for you to do this to me.”

“You don’t have to hold back. Take what you need,” you tell him, holding him close.

Yuuta hesitates for another moment, before his hunger overwhelms him. You feel the cool touch of his spit-slick lips before the hot prick of pain as his lips pierce the skin of your neck. The pain is sharp and hot for a moment, before it melts outwards in a wave of pleasure that crashes through your limbs like the aftereffects of a supernova. Now you understand why the volunteer feeding drives are always packed- this rush, the spread of his venom in your bloodstream, triggers a cascade of hormones that drives you into a state of euphoria.

You feel boneless, relaxed and adrift in a sea of warmth with only a slight sensation of suction on the side of your neck to ground you. Everything is hazy and electric all at once. You hardly register the cool wall of the clinic pressing against your back, but each brush of Yuuta’s hands on your skin makes every hair on your body stand on end. Every touch of his hands as they roam your body and each movement of his lips on your neck sends a shockwave right to your core. Within seconds, you are dancing on the edge of a peak that promises to be more intense than anything you’ve reached before.

Helpless to do anything else, a wavering moan escapes your lips. Distantly, you register an answering one rumble from Yuuta’s chest. A moment later, you feel his lips leave your neck and you whine at the loss of sensation. Everything still feels hazy, and not in a fun way. You see Yuuta’s face swim in front of your vision, a mass of pale skin, dark hair and darker eyes that are wide with an emotion you don’t have the capacity to name right now. You know he’s saying something, his words are high pitched and panicked in a way that makes your oncoming headache worse.

The air of the clinic starts to feel bone-chillingly cold. You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to preserve the body heat that seems to be rapidly leaching from you. Yuuta’s fuzzy form dips out of your vision for a moment, returning with what you assume is one of the flimsy blankets kept in the clinic for such a purpose. He carefully drapes the blanket around your shoulders, but it’s not enough to keep you from shivering.

Ever so gently, you feel him scoop you into his arms. He sits down somewhere, cradling you to his warm chest so close that you can hear his heartbeat, pumping your lifeblood in his chest. The sound lulls you to sleep, pulling faster at the threads of exhaustion already dragging you down. As you fade away, you feel a faint press of lips to your forehead, and Yuuta’s gentle voice whispers to you, “I’m sorry. I know I should, but I don’t know if I’m strong enough to let you go after this.”

When you swim back to consciousness, the first thing you feel is a splitting headache. You open your eyes to the sharp pinpricks of early morning sun stabbing at your pupils. Somewhere next to you, you hear Shoko’s voice. “Easy there kid. You’ve had a rough night. Take these,” she presses two pills and a bottle of water into your hands.

You swallow the pills and the cool water gratefully. After the pills have kicked in, you sit up, grateful that the world is no longer swimming in front of you. “Where’s Yuuta?” you croak, touching a hand to your sore throat. Your fingers meet the edge of a bandage, pressed neatly over the two puncture wounds on the side of your neck.

“Had to kick him out this morning. The two of you gave me a hell of a scare,” she looks at you reproachfully. “Came into the clinic to find the two of you looking like you just escaped a Saw trap. At least the kid was lucid enough to stop the bleeding last night, or this would have been a much rougher morning for you.” Shoko gestures to the bandage on your throat. “Practically had to pry him off of you though. He wouldn’t leave until I swore to him that I would stay with you until you woke up. Which reminds me, now that you are awake, I have a significant amount of blood to clean up out there.”

You move to get up and help, and she pins you with a glare. “Absolutely not. You are staying put until you’ve slept more and eaten that,” she points to a wrapped bento box on the bedside table.

“I’m sorry, Shoko. I’ll make it up to you,” you say meekly.

“You can do that by not letting a half feral vampire feed on you,” she grumbles, pulling on gloves and grabbing the cleanup kit from the closet. “Also by not complaining when I stick your ass on cleanup duty for the next month.”

You toss her a salute. “Yes ma’am.” You bite back the smile that’s threatening to pull at your lips. You must have been in a bad state last night, for your normally cavalier boss to fuss over you so much. It feels good, to have someone care for you like this.

The thought does drag your mind back to Yuuta- your last memory from the night before is his voice, saying something about not leaving you, but he is nowhere to be found. Shoko did say something about kicking him out of the clinic, and you wouldn’t be surprised if she’d threatened him to stay away for some time. She does get protective of you. You can’t help but feel guilty; you knew the potential consequences of what you were offering last night and had done it anyway, and now you’re sitting pretty in the clinic and Yuuta is most likely facing serious consequences for circumstances that had been largely out of his control.

You lay back down, lost in thought. There’s a lot of last night that’s blurry. You remember pretty much everything until Yuuta bit you, and after that your memory gets foggy. However, there are some things that you do remember that you can’t seem to get out of your head. Up until now, you’d thought that Yuuta had avoided you because he couldn’t stand your smell. After last night, you’re not so sure of that anymore. Granted, he was half feral with hunger and definitely not in his right mind last night, but you can’t help but hope that this means that things will change between you two. It had sounded like he’d been forcing himself to stay away from you, and you find yourself hoping that he meant it when he said he wouldn’t let you go again.

You fall asleep with that thought on your mind, and a faint smile on your lips. Your dreams are strange, disjointed things, but throughout them all you see familiar dark eyes in different places and you can’t bring yourself to be afraid.

When you wake a second time, the light in the clinic has changed to the golden rays of the late afternoon. For the second time today, you find someone waiting for you at your bedside, and for the second time today it’s not the person you’re hoping to see.

Even though you’ve been studying at the technical school for years now, Gojo still unnerves you. He wears those strange dark glasses everywhere, and they somehow make him look more unsettling than the few times you’ve seen him without them. Sure, they hide his wide, electric blue eyes that are so bright they seem to glow on their own. But the glasses also accent the two smaller pairs of crystal blue eyes that sit on the edge of his cheekbones and just above his brow bone. Both sets of eyes meet yours as you wake, and you’re met with the strange feeling that he’d known exactly when you would open your eyes.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Gojo greets you, making an act of looking up at you from the documents in his lap as if four of his eyes hadn’t been watching you wake up. “How are you feeling?”

“No worse than after a night out with Nobara,” you shrug your shoulders, reaching for the water bottle on your bedside table.

“Glad to hear it. You’re tough for a little lab rat,” he laughs, crossing his legs. “Shoko threatened me to keep it brief, so I’ll get to the point. Yuuta has been asking to see you. Do you want us to let him in?”

“Yes,” you answer immediately.

Gojo is uncharacteristically serious. “Are you sure?”

“I am. I knew the risks. I don’t blame him.”

“As long as you’re sure.” Gojo stands up, shuffling the papers on his lap back into their folder. You catch a glimpse of an ad for a local bakery mixed in with what looks like the pages of an incident report. “I’ll go tell him he can come see you. He’s been bothering me nonstop about it since Shoko kicked him out this morning.”

He walks to the door of your room, pausing on the threshold with one hand on the doorframe. “I hope you’re prepared for what you’re getting yourself into,” he tells you over his shoulder.

A few minutes later, you hear quiet footsteps outside your room. Yuuta has showered since you last saw him, his hair soft and clean and face free of blood. He hesitates at the threshold, but you beckon him through. “Come here, let me look at your injuries.”

He follows your demand, sitting on the bed next to your knees. You can feel his eyes on you and you know that there’s something he wants to say, but you decide to check where those wounds had been last night first. Thankfully, you are met with smooth, unblemished skin at his side and chest.

You pause there, one of your warm hands resting against the cool side of his neck where one of the wounds had been. You lift your eyes to meet his. A moment passes, then you both speak at the same time.

“I’m so sorry-”

“I’m glad you’re-”

You laugh, sliding your hand down his arm to his hand. You gently untangle his fingers from where they’re clenched in the hem of his shirt, and slowly twine your fingers with his. “I’m glad you’re alright, Yuu. You scared me pretty bad, running into the clinic all cut up like that.”

“I’m alright thanks to you,” he brings your hand up to his mouth, pressing a lingering kiss to the back of it. “Please don’t put yourself on the line like that again. I can’t lose you,” he asks, dropping his head to rest his forehead against yours.

“I’m a tough cookie, Yuuta. I can take a little bite.” You squeeze his hand.

He groans above you. “You’re so cute. I don’t know how I ever convinced myself to stay away.”

You can’t help the smile that stretches across your face. “You think I’m cute?”

“I do. You’re irresistible to me,” he says, dipping his head down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose. “You smell divine. You have no idea what a temptation you are. I tried to stay away; I was so worried that I would hurt you. And then you offered yourself up to me and I couldn’t resist anymore.” He lifts his head, bringing his free hand to your neck, tracing a whisper of a touch against the bandage. “I wish I could be stronger. Be better, for you.”

“You were starving, Yuuta. You endured so much.” You squeeze his hand. “I know you didn’t mean to, and I trust you. You won’t hurt me again.”

“I won’t,” he says, his voice full of conviction. He brings your hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I won’t ever hurt you like that again.” He gives your hand a gentle squeeze and then lets go, reaching over to the bedside table to get the bento box that’s still waiting for you on the bedside table.

He shuffles closer to you on the bed and brings a piece of food to your lips, holding it patiently at the seam of your mouth until you open and delicately take the morsel from his fingers. You chew thoughtfully, watching him select the next piece of food from the box.

“What does this mean, for us?” you ask him softly, in between bites of food.

“It means I’m yours,” Yuuta answers, his voice solemn. “I’ll do whatever you want- be as close as you want me to be. I understand if you don’t want-”

You cut him off before he starts to spiral. “What if I want this? Want you?”

“Then I will give you all of me,” he says, dark eyes locked onto yours. “And you’ll be mine. Are you sure that’s something you want?”

You reach out, cupping his jaw in your hand. “I’m sure. I want you, Yuuta.”

He covers your hand with his, turning his head to press a kiss to your palm. “I’ve wanted to hear you say that for a long time.

“What do we do now?” you ask, looking at him.

He laughs. “All you need to do is let me take care of you,” he says, eyes warm. “There will be time for other things after you’re feeling better.”

True to his word, Yuuta does take care of you. Every moment he’s able, he spends time with you, making sure you eat, stay hydrated, and stay warm. He even brings you a selection of his hoodies to wear, and it’s hard to miss the way he preens whenever you wear one in public.

You spend the evenings together. He’s taken to cooking for you, complete with a ‘kiss the cook’ apron, and he smiles brightly whenever you oblige and plant a kiss on whatever part of him you can reach without getting in his way. After he’s fed you, the two of you will curl up on your bed and read together, or watch a few episodes of a show you both enjoy. It makes for a very cozy routine for the two of you.

Well after the point when you’ve fully recovered from the incident in the clinic, you notice that Yuuta’s cheeks have begun to hollow again, and the shadows are starting to cling to his face. You kick yourself for forgetting; he should have fed again by now to keep up his strength. Shoko will probably kill you herself if you end up in the clinic again for a bite gone wrong, so you approach the situation with care.

It just takes a bit of patience. You’ve noticed Yuuta is happiest when you let him do things for you, so you spend the evening asking him for help with little chores around your small apartment. You let him cook dinner and do the dishes afterwards, sitting at the counter and keeping him company while he works. You’ve done everything you can to make sure it’s a relaxing atmosphere; there are candles lit that give your little apartment a golden glow, and soft music plays from your little speaker.

You wait until the two of you are warm and curled up in your bed before you make your move. Yuuta is leaning against the wall, his chin on your shoulder and his arms looped around your waist, ready for you to pull out the book you’ve been reading together and find your place.

Instead, you turn slightly in his arms, just enough that you can see his face. “Yuuta, I think you need to eat,” you tell him.

He looks down at you, a very cute confused expression on his face. “What do you mean? We just had dinner?”

“You need to feed, Yuuta.” You take off the hoodie you’ve been wearing all night, leaving you in just your tank top and shorts. You let your head loll to the side, exposing your throat to him. “Let me take care of you like you take care of me.”

“What if I hurt you again?”

“You won’t. You only hurt me last time because you were half-feral and starving. I want you to feed before you get to that point again.”

His eyes are massive; the dark irises trained on the movement of your pulse at your throat. You can hear him swallow.

“Are you sure?”

You take his hand. “I’m sure, Yuuta. I trust you.”

He brings your hand to his lips, scattering delicate kisses over the back and where your pulse flutters at your wrist. “You are too good to me,” he sighs, breath skating over your skin. Gently, he slides out from behind you but he doesn’t go far. He pulls you down to rest on your back, hovering over you with a soft look on his face.

“What’re you doing, Yuu?” you ask, watching him from your position on the pillows.

“I wanna make sure you enjoy this, too,” he murmurs, dusting kisses down your throat to where the edge of your tank top sits on your chest. With tender care he lifts the edge of your tank up, waiting for your approval before he pulls it off of you. He repeats the same process with your shorts, and you feel heat rush to your cheeks as he looks at your naked body with such reverence in his eyes. “You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re finally mine.”

He trails his lips over every inch of your exposed skin, paying special attention to your nipples until they are stiff and puffy, shining with saliva in the soft light. Slowly, he moves his way down your body, kissing down your stomach until he’s hovering over the part of you that’s been crying out for attention under his gentle ministrations.

“You smell heavenly,” he breathes. He leans in and drags the flat of his tongue up your slit, savoring the wetness that’s begun to gather between your legs. “You taste divine,” he moans, the vibrations of the sound dragging an answering one out of you.

His tongue laves hot strokes over you, your pussy clenching around nothing as he tastes you. He keeps teasing your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue or rolling it between his lips for a moment in between licks, the motions stoking a fire in your belly When he pulls it between his lips and sucks, stroking it with the flat of his tongue, fire sears through your veins and you arch up off the bed, a long moan stuttering its way past your lips.

Yuuta pulls away from you for just a moment. “That’s it, my love. Let me hear you,” he moans, before diving back in and continuing to devour your pussy. His ministrations drive you higher and higher, fast approaching the peak with no sign of stopping. Pleasure floods your body, turning your limbs to jelly as he indulges in you.

When your orgasm hits, you feel a prick of pain on the inside of your thigh. A moment later, you feel a rush that amplifies and extends your release. It hits you so hard that you can’t even make a sound, arching silently off the bed, your mouth open in a soundless scream as the waves of pleasure wash over you. Your vision even whites out, everything going blank for just a moment before you collapse bonelessly on the bed.

You hear a faint slurping sound as you come back to yourself, and you look down to see Yuuta pulling himself away from your thigh, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth. The gesture doesn’t do much beyond smear the blood and cum across his face, but neither of you really care.

He pants for a moment, dark eyes unfocused, before his gaze sharpens and he looks down at you.

“How do you feel?” he asks, worry creeping into his expression.

“Like I just saw the face of god,” you joke, a breathless laugh leaving your lips. “What about you? Do you want me to return the favor?”

He blushes at that, a slow scarlet flush creeping up his neck and across his cheeks. “Ah, I’m fine. Don’t worry, I enjoyed myself.” He pulls back, sliding off the bed and standing up. You catch a glimpse of a dark spot on the front of his loose sleep pants before he walks away, moving towards your little ensuite bathroom. “I’m going to run us a bath. Don’t move.”

“I don’t think I could even if I wanted to,” you sigh, sinking into the soft pillows beneath you. You hear the faucet turn on, and a rustle of cloth. A few minutes later, Yuuta returns. You hold out your arms to him and he laughs softly, scooping you into his arms. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, carrying you gently into the bathroom.

He sets you in the warm water and then slides in behind you. He lets you rest for a moment before he starts to run a warm washcloth over your skin, lathering you with bubbles that smell like your favorite soap.

You let him take care of you, only taking the washcloth for a moment to wipe the blood and fluid off of his face and neck, scrubbing his skin with a gentle hand. He leans into your touch, practically purring with his eyes closed for a moment.

Once you’re both clean, he gets out and dries himself first before helping you out of the tub and wrapping you in a fluffy towel. He leads you over to sit on the closed toilet before he opens a drawer and pulls out your little first aid kit. Gently, he pushes your knees apart to inspect the two neat puncture wounds that decorate the meat of your inner thigh.

He carefully swabs them clean, pressing an apologetic kiss to your knee when you hiss at the sting of the disinfectant. You watch him open two bandaids, bubblegum pink and printed with Hello Kitty, and position them over the cuts. Satisfied with his work, he rocks back on his heels and looks up at you. He pulls your hand to his lips and presses a kiss to the back before he stands up.

“Wait here, I’ll grab you some clothes,” he tells you before he walks back out into your bedroom. He returns a moment later, clean pajamas and underwear in one hand and your favorite hoodie of his in the other. Yuuta helps you dry off and dress, making sure to support you when your knees wobble.

Once you’re clean and dressed, he takes you back to bed and settles you down with a bottle of water and some snacks, before curling in beside you and wrapping his arms around your waist. You snag your laptop from your bedside table and turn on an episode of the show you’ve been watching together and snuggle in, opening up the snacks that he brought you when your stomach rumbles.

The two of you fall asleep like that, wrapped up in blankets and in each other.

[laurenairay]

Happy early birthday!!!! Could I request #10 with your choice of Mikko, JT, or Andrei?

- @comphy-and-cozy

As discussed C, we changed this one to prompt 6 – I hope you like it!! It did run away with me a little but here we go anyway.

“Would it be weird if I kissed you?”

Words: 1.2k

*

There were some things that were just undeniable. The sky was blue. Grass was green. Geese were terrifying. Andrei Svechnikov was the most beautiful man you’d ever met.

Since moving to Raleigh for your first job after college, you’d somehow fallen in with a crowd of girls who knew a lot of the younger Hurricanes players, and somehow you’d developed a wonderful friendship with Andrei. Sure, it mostly consisted of sending each other cute dogs photos, easy recipes, late night commentary on shitty reality tv, and stupid memes on low days, but it was a friendship you treasured. And you knew it meant just as much to him, to have that lifeline outside of the team to ground him.

It just made life that little bit harder knowing exactly how attracted you were to him, knowing that all you were to him was a friend. But, you knew first and foremost that you would never want to do anything to damage your growing friendship, so if that meant pushing your feelings down and locking them away, so be it.

Damn him for being so beautiful though, inside and out.

The evening was like any other evening – you had joined your friends at Seth’s house for a ‘casual’ gathering, which ended up with around 30 people drinking and dancing, music pounding in a way that you could only hope wouldn’t get him any noise complaints from neighbours.

Not that you were too concerned with anything outside of the way Andrei was essentially cornering you outside on the deck though, having guided you outside after getting the two of you fresh drinks.

“Much better. Too much noise inside,” Andrei said happily, leaning against the railing with a smile.

“The fresh air is very welcome, thanks,” you mused, taking a sip of your drink.

“Easier to talk to you without people trying to take your attention too,” he grinned.

His cheeky smile almost distracted you from the fact that it was definitely the other way round, people always wanting to talk to him. Almost.

“Pretty sure you’re the popular one here, Svech,” you laughed, shaking your head.

“All eyes were on you,” he said simply, “I don’t care if I’m selfish for not wanting you to notice.”

Okay what the hell?

What was going on with him?

“Is everything okay?” you asked, frowning.

“Yes? Better now that we’re alone, yes?” Andrei nodded, looking just as confused as you felt.

“Well, yeah, you know I like hanging out with you but…”

You trailed off at the hurt look on Andrei’s face, even more confused than before.

“Just hanging out?” he said, brows furrowed.

Okay seriously, what the hell?

Because with what he was implying…no, there’s no way.

“I think you need to tell me what you’re talking about because I don’t want to get our wires crossed here,” you said firmly.

“Wires crossed?”

“Confuse things. Not be on the same page. Not understand the situation the same,” you clarified.

You bit your lip briefly as Andrei nodded at your explanation.

But still he didn’t speak.

“Please, Svech, I can’t read your mind,” you prompted.

And you really didn’t want to get your hopes up even though his words were full of nothing but hope, feeding into your stupid daydreams in a way that you’d never imagined would be happening in real life.

“Andrei,” he said quietly.

“What?”

“Please call me Andrei. Not Svech. Everyone calls me Svech…but you’re special,” he said.

You made a soft pleading sound, needing him to keep talking, needing him to tell you one way or another before your traitorous heart ran away with itself. Andrei took a deep breath, seeming to steel himself, before he moved to look at you properly, blocking your view of anyone else, keeping all your attention on him.

“You’re special to me. And I don’t think you know how much? The boys were saying…”

Oh fuck.

His teammates talked about you? About the two of you?

“…that I haven’t been clear enough, and I didn’t realise. These parties, these gatherings, all the nights out – they wouldn’t be the same for me if you weren’t there.”

“Why? Why wouldn’t they?” you managed to say.

Your head felt like it was spinning, definitely not from the two drinks you’d had but purely because of this man in front of you stealing your breath away with every word.

And Andrei just smiled. “Because you are the only person who makes my heart go crazy. All I want to do is make you smile and hear your laugh and I hate the thought of you flirting with anyone else. So this is me, trying to flirt with you, trying to tell you how I feel.”

Holy shit. Of all the things you thought would happen tonight, this was the last of it. He…liked you? Really liked you? As much as you liked him?

“Tell me. Tell me exactly how you feel,” you said firmly.

Andrei laughed softly, sounding a little relieved if anything, but he nodded.

“I like you, so much. And I’m hoping you like me too? Because otherwise I might have to leave and not come back out of embarrassment,” he said, voice full of hope.

As if you could feel any other way for him.

Hearing those honest and genuine words from him filled you with so much happiness, making you almost giddy with relief that this thing between you wasn’t one-sided after all, and you found yourself smiling widely without being able to stop yourself. Time for you to be brave too.

“I do like you, Svech. Andrei. I just didn’t think you liked me, so I never said anything,” you said softly.

“We wasted so much time,” he said sadly, almost with a whine, making you laugh.

“Well we can make up for that time, no?” you mused.

He nodded, eyes flashing with something that made your heart beat a little faster, before he took a final sip of his drink. Andrei put the bottle down on a nearby table, before stepping towards you. You bit your bottom lip as he took your drink and put it down too, watching in a silent joy as he rested one of his hands on your waist, the touch warm even through your dress.

“Would it be weird if I kissed you?” Andrei murmured.

“It would be weirder if you didn’t after all of that,” you replied, just as softly.

Andrei’s mouth crooked in a smile, dimple in full display, before he raised a hand to cup your face gently. You didn’t mention that you noticed it was trembling slightly, knowing yours weren’t much better, the build up of everything hitting you like a train. How was this real life? How was this not a dream? You certainly weren’t going to complain, especially not as he leant his head down to yours. As he pressed his lips to your lips in a soft kiss, you found yourself clinging to his shirt, oblivious to his teammates watching from inside, even more oblivious to money exchanging hands. The world outside of Andrei and his sweet embrace melted away, and for just a moment you lost yourself in him, just as you’d always imagined.

[amoreemioo]

[ COVER ]:    sender lunges forward to throw their body over the receiver and shield them from harm during a fight. (au5 pt 2 <3)

how long has it been? how many days have passed? how many real days have passed — ten? twelve? more, probably. ares truly didn’t know, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. or maybe in the back of his head he did know ..

nineteen. nineteen days since their plane crashed, dropping them into the pits of their own personal hells.

none as bad as today, though. it seems from the moment they woke up today it’s been a fight for their lives. from a — a what, a hurricane? the worst storm he has ever seen, one that herded all of them up. all of them to the same place. one that forced every player to literally drown or swim, even if it came in the form of fighting. screams and cries filled the air, even if it was easily drowned out by the rain.

until the fighting stopped, the rain stopped — the sun went down, and the fight turned into simply surviving the night. caring for any injuries from the day, the cuts and bruises. thankfully it didn’t seem worse than that, at least from what he could see in the darkness.

ares was putting what little they had of medical supplies back into his backpack, eyes on the job as he spoke. “i think you’re ok—“ ares’ words were promptly cut off with a loud gasp, supplies scattering as he landed on his back. it’s been a long day — a longer game. ares was a little exhausted, he was hungry. he was slightly confused right now. confused as to why seunggi had knocked him over — at least until his brain caught up. easy to do when there was an extra body here. someone that wasn’t seunggi — someone that was —

“seunggi —“ the sight of a knife going into his partners side wasn’t the thing he wanted to see right now. it sent a wave of panic through him. enough so that ares didn’t think, he just acted. it came in the form of ares scrambling to his feet and just — just reacting. reacting by all but throwing himself at the unknown tribute, though from the slim pickings they had left? he was thinking it was the girl from two.

not that it stopped him from doing his best to end her life.

by day nineteen you’d think he would be better at this. or it would be easier — it wasn’t. it still made him sick to his stomach, but there was no time to think about that. seunggi was hurt, and this girl — well, with the tight hold ares had on a now bloody rock and the way she stopped thrashing around? the sound of the cannon —

the sound of a second cannon.

“seunggi —“ what else could ares do but freeze as his stomach dropped, his world going blank for a second. but only a second, that’s all he had to spare before he quickly went in search of his partner. two cannons, one dead tribute — an injured seunggi. could you blame him for how his head went in that direction? that maybe the knife in his side had been the last straw?

utter relief quickly flooded him at seeing the other man still breathing, even if it was short lived. both hands were falling to seunggi’s side, applying pressure as his head looked this way and that. they couldn’t afford to have someone else sneak up on them right now. but they couldn’t afford for seunggi to die, either. ares wasn’t willing to let that happen.

as if he had a say — he didn’t. but he could hope, and he could try his best.

“two cannons, seunggi — it was two cannons. there’s three of us left. you just — you just have to make it a little longer, yeah? this is — it’ll be okay, hm?” ares didn’t even want to look at the wound yet, he had no idea how deep it was, or if it hit something important. he did know, however, that the quicker they got it down to just the two of them the quicker seunggi could get medical treatment.

“let me look—“

[iced-coffee-jesus]

I'm 30 minutes from Asheville, we didn't have power or water for over 11 days, we only just got it back tonight at 8:55 P.M. All our freezer and refrigerated food is spoiled and stinking up the house while we try to find a way to dispose of it. Landfills are overrun and garbage trucks can't access a lot of area's. We won't be able to re-stock any amount of cold food for at least another week. Radio was the only way to hear any news and have hopes of hearing where to get supplies, because cell service was non-existent for 8 days straight.

Asheville's water system was destroyed. There is no access to water in the city, and may not be for months. 25 feet of ground was washed away, and the back-up system we put in about two years ago failed. 1,800 thousand miles of pipe needs to be re-layed. They're hopefully thinking early December, last I heard. This happened September 27th. Let that timeline sink in.

The death toll sits somewhere at 115 in Western North Carolina. They are no longer providing meaningful updates on the radio of the missing and dead, so most of us are unclear where we stand. Most widely talked about is a woman that I only know through other friends; she climbed the roof of her house with her seven year-old son and her elderly parents to escape the flood waters. The roof collapsed under them, trapping her and drowning her son and parents. After that horrifying tragedy, she waited another three hours trapped on the roof waiting to be rescued.

We're a mountain community. There was no real warning, and no one here knows how to properly prepare for a hurricane because we don't fucking get them here. My mom survived Hurricane Andrew, and as a Floridian is always 'over prepared'; if a neighbor didn't bring us water, we would have been screwed 7 days in. Even as generally prepared people, we didn't have enough resources.

We are doing our best. First responders, radio hosts, good Samaritans, Walmart employees, they are working around the clock and we know that. But the devastation is unfathomable and unprecedented. The flooding and landslides destroyed towns, homes, and lives. Some people have fled and will never return, the damage is too great.

In some area's, the electric companies are openly admitting they won't be putting up new poles because there are no homes left to give electricity to. It's simply gone.

Here's a really great local news source if you want to hear more. I'm begging everyone to be kind to everyone suffering such huge losses right now.

I think they’re underreporting the sheer amount of damage Helene has caused. Entire towns are gone. 50 confirmed deaths already. Down power lines everywhere. Emergency responders are swamped. Stoplights are out. There’s a down live power line at the bottom of my mom’s mountain and the sheriff is like “yeah, I know. we called the power company and they’re not going shit.”

[xx-blueboy-xx]

The Olympians & Anger!

So! This is just HCs and my thoughts on the matter, and it's basically just me rambling about most of the main gods in the Greek pantheon are like when they're angry, how often they get angry ect.

Do not mind any typos, I kinda just spewed this out at work and haven't gone over it! And I decided to share it with you guys!

Anyways! HCs below the cut!

Zeus: He is actually harder to anger than one might think. He often takes any attempts to rile him up with amusement. He has a massive ego, and a very aloof nature nothing really seems to get to him. However, push the right buttons or for long enough and you see the true wrath of the King of Gods. It is explosive and loud, much like the vicous skies he controls - though it lacks the destruction that many would expect. For as flashy and big, and terrfying as his anger is -- it passes smoothly -- but only on his terms. Nobody is able to calm Zeus.

Posideon: He is the easiest to piss off, if you were to ask any of his fellow gods. He is as truberlent with his emotions as the domain he controls. His anger is well known and seen often. Sometimes it is nothing but a sharp cold spray of water that stings your face, but other times it is a hurricane and earthquake beneath your feet and inside your chest. His rage is destructive and violent -- and it vanishes just as quickly, but, not always. Poseidon is fully capable of holding a grudge or fued, and those who fall into "they piss me off by existing" category tend not to live long. Poseidon is somehow more unreasonable than his younger brother during his fits of rage, but, they tend to last less time.

Hades: Pissing off the King of the Underworld is a feat. Though, no one knows why you would activately try. Comapred to his younger brothers he has the patience of a saint, but for as long as his fuse is - his rage is nothing to be trifled with. Hades anger is cold and calculating, everything he does will be done with measured malice. If looks could kill would apply to every ounce of his anger. Though, typically, he is simply frustrated. It takes a lot of pushing to get him to real anger. Once he gets there, there is few people in the world who can bring him back down.

Hera: There is nothing like a woman's wrath. She is fairly easy to anger, and incure the wrath of: but it's only if you push very specific buttons. Unlike her aloof husband, she simply cares too much about everything, and it leads to her being hurt and angry more often than not. Her anger is well documented throughout history, it is a wuiet storm that slowly whips you away from everything you've known. It is a mighty chess-game that you have no hopes of winning. Her rage is impending doom and heavy weights upon your shoulders, but, there is alwats this deep lingering sadness that threatens to drown you. Her temper is often more likely calmed by those she cares about - her husband not included often in that.

Hermes: You pissed off Hermes? *How*? What did you do? As flighty as his emotions tend to be genuine anger is one of the more rare ones, he doesn't enjoy feeling it either. However, if you manage to get on the trickster's nerves you should be prepared for your life to be spectacularly: ruined. Everything you are and everything you could be will be ripped away, right before your eyes. There is no bar "too low" for him to go when he's mad. Some say he gets that from his father...

Dionysus: Once more, I certainly must ask the question of: how and why? Dionysius anger isn't all that common nor significant. He tries his best to be the most fun of them all, and the chillest - but do not underestimate what a god whose domains include madness will do. Dionysius is downright sadistic when he is pissed off, and will make his anger known, loudly. He tends to even be a bit blinded by it should it set in, and so, he tries his best to avoid being angry at all costs. It's not his brand, you know?

Athena: She has a long, long fuse. She is always twleve steps ahead of you and pissing off Athena is notoriously difficult despite her being a war goddess. Very little can penetrate the armor she shields herself with, but, when it does - she takes after Zeus. Her rage is petrifying to witness not only because it is so rarely seen, but everyone, knows what happens to her foes. You're good as dead - or worse, typically, if you mess with Athena, and no-one can calm her down. Not unless they want a fight.

Ares: Though, often seen as a man who is "angry all the time" that simply isn't true. Ares has a tendency for honorable bloodlust and violence, but, true anger - is a bit harder to push out of him than one might expect. He may be loud and tries to take up a lot of space - but that's not anger. Pushing him is not something anyone wants. His rage is a bloodred blackout type. He won't exactly remember what he did to you during it. He is a furious opponent and will not back down for anything and will do *anything* -- however, his temper is oddly easily cooled by those around him. His anger is most likely going to manifest as targeted physcial violence, rather than large catastrophic blowouts like many of his fellow gods.

Aphrodite: She is a rather emotional goddess to begin with, her ties to the ocean and the human conditiom making her almost as violate as Poseidon. However, her rage tends to be oddly cold and downright cruel. It is bitter and spiteful, filling your mouth with the taste of blood. It is shattering of every beautiful thing in your life - and cutting yourself upon the peices. Though, she as just likely to forgive you as you are likely to anger her.

Demeter: Angering the goddess of the harvest is not a good idea, and it never has been. When Demeter is pissed off the crops die and locusts comsume what remians of your grain, the winter lasts twice as long and the trees fall as their roots hollow out. She will do the same to you - hollow you out and leave nothing but regret for what you did. Her anger is the scorching heat that dries your throat and cracks your skin. It is slow, lasting and painful. Demeter, however, does try to avoid getting to such a state as she prefers to nuture - and not destory. Her daughter, ans the fellow matriarch Hera, are some of the people who can ease her anger consistently.

Hestia: She does not often fall to the effects of rage. She avoids it at all costs, for it causes her flames to become something unrecognizable. They begin to burn and singe rather than warm, and her words do the same. Her anger is something much like a fire you have to stroke and kindle to earn, and you must always keep adding fuel to it. Few have seen her angry, and fewer still would ever wish it upon someone.

Persephone: She takes almost completely after her mother. Her anger is the wilting of flowers, and the death of colors. She will bring ruin to your gardens and drag your soul into depths of which you have never known. She is prickly and throny when is angry, not allowing anyone near her. Persephone leads you astray like a malicous nypth in the woods only to drop you into a pit of vipers. Earning her ire isn't easy, and one must advise you do not seek it out. Bonus: if you piss her off there is a 7/10 chance you piss Hades off too, and a 9/10 chance Demeter.

Apollo: His anger is flippint and flashy, but, it is no less terrifying than any of the others. His anger settles into you as dread, and his wrath his more than likely inescapable. It is the broken notes of a song that grates your ears and the siren call of a blinding burning light. Apollo'a rage is sharp ans targeted flying very much like his arrows, and he hardly ever misses. Though - should you manage to talk to him you may just walk away! It just takes wuiet the sweet sound to cool his temper.

Artemis: Have you ever felt as if you are prey? Being stalked from the trees? That is what the huntresses anger feels like prickling up the back of your neck. Sharp teeth and claws will bury themselves into your skin, and tear everything you are away. She isn't easy to anger, rather reserved emotionally except to those few she lets in, including her Hunters. You might get her to bare her teeth and snap her jaws, but, not much more. If you push it however, you will find yourself chased by a relentless beast bathed in moonlight - until she has won. Until she is satisfied and her hunt successfull.

Hephaestus: He is a pretty calm and collected man, though, he is often just a little bit grumpy - but he really doesn't mean anything by it. When you manage to push the big-teddy bear of a man to his limit however, it is like a volcano. It will melt you down and burn everything to a crisp - slowly and steadily after the intial eurprution occured. His outbursts are rare, and often unexpected. Luckily, he is easily cooled off and often apologetic for his anger getting the best of him.

[minglana]

I unfortunately ran into people copying people's posts of mom's dying of cancer, but it would lead to a fake paypal page instead.

While I've ran into these scambots, it's a bit unfair to not teach people how to approach the situation to figure it out instead thinking every aid ask or help ask is a scam and deleting it, I feel like tumblr needs to do better with that.

I'm saying this as someone who saw bots copying hurricane relief posts into my askbox as their own. It sucks, and it's not fair to assume all help/aid asks are scams. And if the topic of scams and how to avoid scams is brought up, at least show HOW or WHAT tends to be the odd ask. I always reverse search anything or I copy and paste the ask. (Been doing this since 2022 after getting the same ask from different people with jumbled up nonsense usernames.)

If the link doesn't match or looks like what's mentioned, I don't recommend clicking on it. (It's important to know what a legit PayPal page looks like. Even down to the url.) If the gofundme page looks different or outdated than the current setup, or it's missing the official copyright on the bottom (or weird url,like the paypal).

Or I just simply look up the donation ask's page myself on any official site it's asking from.

(There is someone stealing insulin aid though. That's real and witnessed multiple different asks from different blogs from people I follow all with the same script (different icons and names though). I hope that person is aware they are not having the aid money they need because someone else is using it. It's really scummy and it's hard to track the orginal post,I looked everywhere and it's probably stolen from a different site.)

There's better ways to approach the topic of scammers on this site, and I feel like tumblr just didn't show how to spot one vs "if you get this ask, it's a scam!!" Which is awful to immediately assume someone asking for help's a scam.

The scam asks thing have been here for a while though. It did start 2 years ago now, mainly with vet bills or Ukraine relief. I'd say it's not a good idea to both immediately assume that everything is a scam, and assume there's no scammers at all.

People can be really shitty though but I wish the situation was approached better.(i hope i'm explaining this right, also sorry if I am being offensive or rude)

right, but the main problem i was trying to highlight is them mentioning south sudan, palestine, and lebanon specifically as common scams, when they couldve instead mentioned other scams that have been more commonplace for way, way longer on this site

instead, they chose to target already vulnerable communities that have been asking for help on here lately

[claireinsorcia]

Here’s your sign

I’m not kind

Here’s your clue

You’ll wish you always knew

This is not fine printed

Not hidden nor hinted

It’s big and bold

Can’t say you haven’t been told

Worse than a thunderstorm or a hurricane

More devastating that a tornado or pouring rain

A tsunami or an earthquake can’t compare

Even a meteor wouldn’t be fair

I’m a danger that’s far worse

Turn what was soft to coarse

Wreck all I touch

I’ve always been far too much

This isn’t something worth ignoring

No, I’m a... I’m a walking warning

Not a homemaker

I’m a heartbreaker

From my lips poison falls

My words like a siren’s calls

My smiles and laughter are always fake

My heart it will always ache

I’ll raise my voice, even a hand

Run, run, while you can

I couldn’t be real even if I tried

Too many tears have I cried

Always better at sitting alone

Ruling from my lonely throne

This isn’t something worth ignoring

No, I’m a... I’m a walking warning

I’ve been too broken

Can’t be just a token

If only someone for long enough had simply cared

Then I’d have a chance to be repaired

All I know is how to make others bleed

From these chains I can’t be freed

Won’t let anyone close to me

But I need to break this decree

I don’t mean to do the things I’ve done

Don’t believe all the tales people have spun

I didn’t know how else to be strong

Except to lash out and do wrong

Show me, teach me how

A second chance only some can allow

Change the words on that sign

In my darkness let some light shine

Here’s my hope

I’ll learn to cope

I’ll wish you never knew

I’m probably not worth it, through and through

This isn’t something worth ignoring

No, I’m a... I’m a walking warning

[artcalledcinema]

Expectorant I watch WhiteZombie’s Blood, Milk and Sky I’m taken back to 1981’s Kill and Kill Again For I was born in 74’ Thee expectancy (You’re a joke in back rooms) After being not your Rally kissed Simple question ‘In the likes but don’t quote it’s been a 2 days’ you are prepared (paired) [here and now] to be your predecessor if the wholly Good-ish designed {as a replacement} have have I boggled You A man at such cognitive amplitude Should read through this designed test Provided by shoestrings To entangle You Don J Trump I’ve made you jump now answer Thee only Questioning In a Vice President If I die? Your heart and mind (loosely souled) Dodged a BASIC FIRST QUESTION Dear President turn (third world) Snatch up and disappear “Sir, he picked his Vice as a faithfully following weak link@LynchPin FearFactory in multitudes of following <he needs people behind him in cameras> Help soothes his ego All narcissism” Still with me Oh hoo rahh EXPECTORANT Or instructed enticed ;WordsbyMM; Reading into me Oh orange split into Open airwaves We all love a push up To digestion Who doesn’t in this damn Ecological weather The tornadoes Hurricanes Brush drag-ments A razor for real blood Or theatrics Halo Hi-lo Hello Expecting expectorant’s From the Young VOTING and not for(e) Trump Rump T, all on his ass he believes in only himself {as long as you back him} Still playing @He’s reading along@ I’m lying flat not laughing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I could X, that formerly tweeter-ed Also stay along for Ad Vert ;)Isements;) From |wh| our locally introverts /here on thee island/ A I Wouldn’t In for Real Present Expectancy I Hope Not Trumped-Not I’m so O Positive In the Democrats Trump volunteer, I ask you Explain shift of parties after CivilWars times? I didn’t want to pressure you, Donald J Trump Ex (convicted) Former President A loud announcement $ y i u, we know with a good quality of pounds$$$, or gems$ (We) yo me and you can turn this thing around for you, i curb pock me up i can like cd changerflip it around all gore you or (sorry McC) was speaking make a difference for you just call me im social too i can Help, errko(aka) Waiting Sir Fore your calling into our phone line I only have one I can turn your election In your favor Please subscribe My results are sound I have behind the Moon The whole Universe at my disposal Or deposited into Supreme courts Heat wise, lowering standards (Behind closed doors, McCain said, fuck him & and talking of you) the doctor grabbed knowledge At the next rally Drop do twenty push ups Or show Video Swinging a golf club All children and adults They all know of palming pussy Palmed pussy In that Ex Former President Expectorant from me WordsbyMM MMybsDrow You clamming a wall with useless knowledge and paid by Campaign Fuck off Never wit ya Sucka I wouldn’t let you suck my (Dic|<) Remember Should I bring it back (Where was it seen thee Trump obscene) (Where was it seen thee Trump obscene) (Where was it seen thee Trump obscene) On national T V Trump Vance T V Trump Vance God’s in the TV Or On Probably simply easier To miss ***if you die, will the Country be less then or greater!***

That’s the Question????? ???? ????

To simple in broad minds!!

Tell U S man, Trump

Answer

Answer this Question?

[artcalledmusica]

Expectorant I watch WhiteZombie’s Blood, Milk and Sky I’m taken back to 1981’s Kill and Kill Again For I was born in 74’ Thee expectancy (You’re a joke in back rooms) After being not your Rally kissed Simple question ‘In the likes but don’t quote it’s been a 2 days’ you are prepared (paired) [here and now] to be your predecessor if the wholly Good-ish designed {as a replacement} have have I boggled You A man at such cognitive amplitude Should read through this designed test Provided by shoestrings To entangle You Don J Trump I’ve made you jump now answer Thee only Questioning In a Vice President If I die? Your heart and mind (loosely souled) Dodged a BASIC FIRST QUESTION Dear President turn (third world) Snatch up and disappear “Sir, he picked his Vice as a faithfully following weak link@LynchPin FearFactory in multitudes of following <he needs people behind him in cameras> Help soothes his ego All narcissism” Still with me Oh hoo rahh EXPECTORANT Or instructed enticed ;WordsbyMM; Reading into me Oh orange split into Open airwaves We all love a push up To digestion Who doesn’t in this damn Ecological weather The tornadoes Hurricanes Brush drag-ments A razor for real blood Or theatrics Halo Hi-lo Hello Expecting expectorant’s From the Young VOTING and not for(e) Trump Rump T, all on his ass he believes in only himself {as long as you back him} Still playing @He’s reading along@ I’m lying flat not laughing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I could X, that formerly tweeter-ed Also stay along for Ad Vert ;)Isements;) From |wh| our locally introverts /here on thee island/ A I Wouldn’t In for Real Present Expectancy I Hope Not Trumped-Not I’m so O Positive In the Democrats Trump volunteer, I ask you Explain shift of parties after CivilWars times? I didn’t want to pressure you, Donald J Trump Ex (convicted) Former President A loud announcement $ y i u, we know with a good quality of pounds$$$, or gems$ (We) yo me and you can turn this thing around for you, i curb pock me up i can like cd changerflip it around all gore you or (sorry McC) was speaking make a difference for you just call me im social too i can Help, errko(aka) Waiting Sir Fore your calling into our phone line I only have one I can turn your election In your favor Please subscribe My results are sound I have behind the Moon The whole Universe at my disposal Or deposited into Supreme courts Heat wise, lowering standards (Behind closed doors, McCain said, fuck him & and talking of you) the doctor grabbed knowledge At the next rally Drop do twenty push ups Or show Video Swinging a golf club All children and adults They all know of palming pussy Palmed pussy In that Ex Former President Expectorant from me WordsbyMM MMybsDrow You clamming a wall with useless knowledge and paid by Campaign Fuck off Never wit ya Sucka I wouldn’t let you suck my (Dic|<) Remember Should I bring it back (Where was it seen thee Trump obscene) (Where was it seen thee Trump obscene) (Where was it seen thee Trump obscene) On national T V Trump Vance T V Trump Vance God’s in the TV Or On Probably simply easier To miss

But God forbid if !!!!!!

Another bullet hits your mind, the question was is He fit?

To replace you!

Nothing to do with ego!

Answer Trump!

We are U S in waiting!

Please Sir?

You piss oh golden and shite in

My Ex Former President (Convicted)

Numerous walls looking over the Fence!

You and He

Trump Vance

X I’ve tweeted or X-ed

How’s it called I’m adding to this one

Now only on Tumblr

T M V

M T V

V T M

T V M

The so ones & on’s

We captured together (ahh the added)

[artcalledoddities]

Expectorant I watch WhiteZombie’s Blood, Milk and Sky I’m taken back to 1981’s Kill and Kill Again For I was born in 74’ Thee expectancy (You’re a joke in back rooms) After being not your Rally kissed Simple question ‘In the likes but don’t quote it’s been a 2 days’ you are prepared (paired) [here and now] to be your predecessor if the wholly Good-ish designed {as a replacement} have have I boggled You A man at such cognitive amplitude Should read through this designed test Provided by shoestrings To entangle You Don J Trump I’ve made you jump now answer Thee only Questioning In a Vice President If I die? Your heart and mind (loosely souled) Dodged a BASIC FIRST QUESTION Dear President turn (third world) Snatch up and disappear “Sir, he picked his Vice as a faithfully following weak link@LynchPin FearFactory in multitudes of following <he needs people behind him in cameras> Help soothes his ego All narcissism” Still with me Oh hoo rahh EXPECTORANT Or instructed enticed ;WordsbyMM; Reading into me Oh orange split into Open airwaves We all love a push up To digestion Who doesn’t in this damn Ecological weather The tornadoes Hurricanes Brush drag-ments A razor for real blood Or theatrics Halo Hi-lo Hello Expecting expectorant’s From the Young VOTING and not for(e) Trump Rump T, all on his ass he believes in only himself {as long as you back him} Still playing @He’s reading along@ I’m lying flat not laughing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I could X, that formerly tweeter-ed Also stay along for Ad Vert ;)Isements;) From |wh| our locally introverts /here on thee island/ A I Wouldn’t In for Real Present Expectancy I Hope Not Trumped-Not I’m so O Positive In the Democrats Trump volunteer, I ask you Explain shift of parties after CivilWars times? I didn’t want to pressure you, Donald J Trump Ex (convicted) Former President A loud announcement $ y i u, we know with a good quality of pounds$$$, or gems$ (We) yo me and you can turn this thing around for you, i curb pock me up i can like cd changerflip it around all gore you or (sorry McC) was speaking make a difference for you just call me im social too i can Help, errko(aka) Waiting Sir Fore your calling into our phone line I only have one I can turn your election In your favor Please subscribe My results are sound I have behind the Moon The whole Universe at my disposal Or deposited into Supreme courts Heat wise, lowering standards (Behind closed doors, McCain said, fuck him & and talking of you) the doctor grabbed knowledge At the next rally Drop do twenty push ups Or show Video Swinging a golf club All children and adults They all know of palming pussy Palmed pussy In that Ex Former President Expectorant from me WordsbyMM MMybsDrow You clamming a wall with useless knowledge and paid by Campaign Fuck off Never wit ya Sucka I wouldn’t let you suck my (Dic|<) Remember Should I bring it back (Where was it seen thee Trump obscene) (Where was it seen thee Trump obscene) (Where was it seen thee Trump obscene) On national T V Trump Vance T V Trump Vance God’s in the TV Or On Probably simply easier To miss Sir air error!