#i was like ‘sure yeah what the fuck. that might as well happen’

[colorlessjay]

Oh my Jack, I’m obsessed with your BTTF AU.

I know it might not quite fit into your AU but I’ve been giggling to myself about the potential hilarious misunderstandings. My fav being s6 Dean attempts to put together all the little clues Cas has dropped about his husband but like comically wrong (plugged-all-the-numbers-into-the-right-formula-and-somehow-got-the-wrong-answer wrong)

Dean in the guest bedroom with sticky notes and red string: ok so he wears flannels and he has an Impala that looks suspiciously like baby and cas mentioned he had hair longer than mine and that he was a hunter and Sam and I knew him and they were friends for a while before anything romantic happened, and I’m clearly not hanging out with cas as much …

Dean (having a panic attack): son of a bitch I know who cas is married to!

Dean (mopey and despondent and slightly horrified the next day and definitely not with puffy eyes): Cas, I, I have to know, your husband, it’s not *gulp*

Cas (visibly worried he’s given too much away and s6 dean is still so repressed that the bi realization is throwing him into despair)

Dean whispering (trying not to vomit): Sam?

Cas (too stunned to hold back his reaction): *hysterical laughter* oh, no, dean! I’m not married to sam.

Dean (nearly passing out from relief): thank god!

Cas (under his breath): this is why my dean asked me to love him anyways when his past self asked an incredibly stupid question

Honestly I fucking love that so much, I think I have a way to shoe horn that into the AU

kinda like this:

It's been two days

It's been two days stuck in the future, and Dean feels frustration bubbling up in him as his brain tries to puzzle piece everything together

It doesn't help that Cas won't tell him shit

Best friend my ass!

Okay, maybe he's being a bit of an asshole saying that. Cas- This Cas has been nothing but a great host. He always has food in the fridge, he has extra clothes he lets Dean borrow, he doesn't get all up in Dean's personal space like his Castiel does

But at the same time, Cas keeps giving him these looks, like he knows something Dean doesn't

which sure, yeah, he knows a whole hell of a lotta things. It's the future. But Cas us smug about it. At least it feels like he's smug about it. It doesn't help that Cas is out of his holy tax accountant get up and dresses like a regular John. Least his taste in band shirts has improved thanks to his husband

Husband

yeah, that still causes a record scratch in Dean's brain every time he thinks about it

And he's got no problems with it! Love is love and all that. Who Cas wants to take home and put a ring on is his own business. It's not like Cas is a guy, he's an angel. A beam of holy light or whatever. So technically, he's not gay (Not that Dean would have a problem with that!). But it does make his husband some kind of monsterfucker

which is also totally fine. Cas is a catch. Good for both of them

So why doesn't Cas say who his husband is?

Is he scared Dean would judge him? Well fuck him for that! Dean's not a homophobe! And Cas is his best friend! He'd be supportive of him and his monsterfucker husband! Rainbow streamers with Cthulhu and all!

Unless Cas is more worried about Dean's reaction to who he's married to...

which is dumb. From what little Cas told him about Mr. Mystery (Cas refuses to tell him his last name), he wears a shit ton of plaid flannels, he cooks a lot with Cas, likes to read (a guess he got from the 'shared library' Cas showed him), is pretty handy around the house, has long stupid hair and loves his dog Miracle...

Holy shit

Dean was on his feet before he even knew what he was doing. He practically kicks down the guest room door and runs around the house looking for that damn Angel/half angel/not angel

He finds Cas in the backyard with Miracle, playing fetch on the wide stretch of land he owns

Cas looks all too comfortable in his loose, light washed jeans and Metallica shirt, his hair wind swept, probably from running around with Miracle while Dean took a nap.

Cas spots Dean approaching and waves at him with a smile, only to drop both as he sees Dean's determined march

Dean can't blame him. He has no idea what he looks like right not but he knows what he feels

like he's gonna explode

"Dean-" Cas starts but never gets to finish as Dean grabs the future version of his best friend by his shoulders and holds him still, grounding himself as he speaks

"Did you marry Sam?"

The question hung in the nice summer air for around two, three beats. Miracle even pausing where she sat with a stick in her mouth, her little head tilted to the side

Cas' usual stoic face breaks into surprise and Dean holds his breath

Only for Cas, Angel of the Lord, to burst out into an explosive laughter that rocks Dean's entire being

Suddenly Dean has no idea how to react, because Cas is... he's got the biggest, gummiest, most hysterical laugh he's ever seen. It completely transforms his face that Dean is questioning if he's still taking nap, and this was all just some weird dream where he thinks Cas is almost...

cute

Get it together, Winchester!

By the time Dean shakes away his shock, Cas is already on the ground, on his back, clutching his sides as he laughs into the sky like Dean just told the joke of the century

"Hey!" Dean snaps, his face feeling warm for reasons he doesn't have time to think about. "Answer the damn question!"

"No! Hahaha!" Cas says in between laughs, Miracle coming to his side to paw and bark at her owner

"Why the fuck not???"

"No I mean-" Cas takes a deep breath and wheezes, coughing into his fist as he tries to get himself together

Dean grumbles impatiently, popping a squat just to poke at Cas' arm to get him to answer

Eventually Cas' laughter does die down and Dean finds himself staring at just the biggest, smuggest grin he's ever seen on Cas

"I mean no, I did not marry Sam. And I believe he his reaction to you saying that would be much funnier than you asking me" Cas, for the love of God, giggles.

And it shouldn't be cute. Cas is an old man and he's giggling and Dean shouldn't feel... whatever the fuck it is he's feeling right now that's not frustration

But oddly enough he's not frustrated at all

he's relived

Is it because Sam's not gay or because Cas didn't go barking up his brother?

Why does that matter? It shouldn't. Stop thinking about it

"Dean" Cas starts, his laughing having died off and his smile softer as he stares up at Dean "Why do you ask?"

There's... there's a tone to Cas' question that Dean doesn't like. So, he does the one thing he's good at

He pushes himself up and shakes back into himself

"Well you weren't telling me jack, so I thought I'd throw in wild guesses and hope I predict something" A cool lie slip out but even he can tell Cas doesn't buy it

Damn it. Those eyes always seemed to see through him

Cas doesn't call him on his bullshit, but he knows. Dean knows he knows and it bothers him further

"Yes well. Perhaps if you keep guessing, the truth will come out eventually"

"yeah... eventually"

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Anyways. Drabble done. Doot doot

[f1fansfantasy]

Sports Car - Oscar Piastri x Reader

Inspired by Sports Car- Tate McRae, the alley part isn’t the same but you get me.

Warnings and not is this particular order: smut, sex, kissing, touching, body fluids, fingering, friends to lovers, sex in a car, p in v, not using a condom (use protection).

Important: this is not my first language, there might be some grammatical errors and you can tell me if you find any.

Please do not read this if you’re minor, this is not for you.

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Oscar and I were best friends, we had met at the Australian Gp back in 2023 and became closer since the first moment we saw each other.

I loved everything about him…well…I loved him..he just didn’t know it.

I tried to hide it, I was scared. It made sense, he was a celebrity, a f1 driver, an amazing person to top it all off….I was scared to lose him.

I loved to stare at him secretly when he turned around and changed in front of me, or was looking for his helmet and gloves in the McLaren garage. His big back, that grew a lot and kept growing, his fluffy hair, hazel eyes…koala eyes…and big arms he used to hug me whenever he saw me close to him.

Those addictive freckles that covered his enti- “Y/n?”- said Oscar, while driving fast in his McLaren back to the hotel we were staying at that weekend. I blushed and stared at him…fuck…I had zoned out.

I shook my head and acted like nothing happened. “You zoned out…everything’s ok?” He sounded a bit worried, Oscar had his hand on the wheel and his eyes on the road as he quickly stared at my body language, trying to interpret it the best he could.

I looked at him “yeah..sorry…didn’t notice” I said softly, trying and hoping that he didn’t read my mind at that moment. He realised there was something wrong as my eye contact with him wasn’t strong, it wasn’t normal…something was off.

He decided to turn right into this rich neighbourhood , middle of the night and park his car right in front of the sea. I had to admit the view was amazing, the moon made the sea shine and now I could see his face a bit more.

We were alone, in the darkness, the houses so big and far apart from the other no one cared about what happened there in the sports car.

I blushed as he stopped the car, took off his seatbelt and looked at me with a serious face “you aren’t ok, are you?” His voice was rough, probably from screaming on the radio of his f1 car.

I looked down and got a bit stiff “I’m sorry…I…I have a lot of things in my mind lately” I said softly.

“Are you stressed?” He asked softly “I want to help you Y/n, I know you’re struggling with something” he admitted as he rested his head on the seat and looked at me.

I swallowed and looked at the sea admitting to myself that my Aussie bestie was so hard on himself that he wouldn’t start the car without helping me first.

I felt my mouth go dry as I said the next words “I haven’t been with someone in a long time and I’m getting intrusive thoughts all the time because of that…all the time…it doesn’t stop” I closed my eyes and sighed, thinking that he would find it weird.

Oscar stared at me sweetly even if I couldn’t see him. I pressed my head against the backrest and hoped for the world to swallow me.

“Is that why you zone out that often?” He said softly and I nodded as I stared at my feet. “Is there any way I could help? Do you need help relaxing or..?” He said worriedly, his eyes analysed my body looking for a solution.

“Oscar…I…I’m lacking comfort..well..and more..more than a friend could give if you get me…this is more of a sexual need” I admitted softly.

After a few long seconds I heard a “I could help you if you want it…” he said softly and I stared at him feeling emotional. “Oscar that’s a lot to ask…you pay for my trips to go all over the world to support you, you are an amazing friend..” I said thinking he was offering it because of pity.

“I want to help..” he said sure of himself, worried about my state, his eyes sweet, caring.. “only if you let me…we can forget this happened if it makes you uncomforta-“ I shut him up.

“Nonono…it doesn’t…not me, I just don’t want you to do it out of pity” I said a bit broken..needy even..

He then understood the reason why I hadn’t spoken with him about it… she thought he would feel pity.

“It’s not pity, I’m your friend, I care for you..I want to see you do well, I swear it isn’t pity” he whispered as he tried to move his hand closer to mine, I allowed him as he interlocked our fingers, his skin warm on mine.

I looked into his eyes and realised he wasn’t lying, I sighed and looked at him “really?….” I whispered. “If you let me” he answered and caressed my hand, I looked into his eyes and nodded acknowledging the situation….he wanted this.

“Sure?” He nodded “ok….I will” I replied and then he fixed his seat, to go all the way back and lowered his window a bit, letting the cold air of the night get inside the car. “Y/n… if you want this come here…” he whispered and I looked into his eyes as I moved carefully on top of the center console of the car and sat on his lap, his thighs were comfortable.

I felt his hands on my waist as he adjusted me on top of him. “Is this ok?” He asked softly, I nodded as I looked down at him.

He put his seat back a bit to create more space and looked at me as he felt my waist, I loved his touch even if it was on top of my clothes. He moved closer and kissed my cheek, I smiled softly at him when he split “you’re sweet”, he blushed and smiled.

He touched my jaw and looked at my lips, without saying a word he saw the way my pupils grew and he moved closer to test me, so close that I could feel his breathing, my heart was pumping fast.

He teased his nose against mine and then with a hand on the back of my neck pushing me softly against him he kissed me like no one had ever done it before, it was a mixture of love and appreciation.

I slowly reciprocated the kiss, getting used to the feeling of the soft skin touching me and his arms lazily holding my body on his. I felt my cheeks getting warm and my lungs running out of air, I split to take a breather and I looked into his eyes, that was it. If I wasn’t in love with this man yet, now I was.

There was my Oscar, hair a bit messy, rosy cheeks…long lashes and shiny lips. I knew that was my place…I couldn’t tell hi- “how did that feel?” He asked as he placed his hand under my shirt and felt my waist, his eyes looking into mine for reassurance.

I touched his cheek and felt his body under mine, his thighs were strong under my frame and my core felt a bit too hot under the layer of fabric.

“That was good..I needed that” I admit shyly. He touched my hair and my waist “can I give you more?…I want you to relax…just stop me if you don’t want to keep going, I don’t want to make you feel unsafe” he whispered.

“I need you” I closed my eyes and breathed out…that was it…I was his.

He started kissing my cheek, my neck…he started a path, a circuit.

Like the ones he knew that well and knew how fast to go on a corner and what gear he should use.

His hands traced my torso and he looked into my eyes as he asked for consent as he lifted my shirt and left it on the passenger seat, he admired my chest and left a kiss on top my heart “i want to make you feel safe and loved…you deserve it Y/n” he breathed out and I touched his jaw and pecked his lips as a thank you, in his eyes you could tell he felt the feeling behind it.

Our hands started pulling the clothes off, shirt…bra…my shorts…his shorts… and everything started making a little mountain on the passenger seat.

I could notice his member under his boxers, he was feeling this make out session like I was, my panties had a stain on them and I got shy because I could feel it. His hand stopped on the elastic of them and he looked into my eyes as I was so close to him I could feel his breath, it was like we were in a bubble. “Can I?” He asked carefully, knowing there was no way back.

I nod and i felt how he discarded them as I moved myself a bit to make his job easier, that was it, I was naked in front of him. He kissed my neck for a moment and touched my cheek “you’re beautiful Y/n…I’ll take care of you ok? You just enjoy” I pecked his lips and smiled…fuck..the butterflies in my belly.

His hands got on his boxers and he lowered them down, I helped him to get them all the way off and with the rest of our clothes. “Mm nice” i whispered, a bit nervous, I haven’t done this in some time.

He smiled and slowly placed my hand on his member, I moved it softly and stroked it to stimulate him. I stole a kiss from his lips and went a bit faster, I could hear him begin to whine and softly moan for me, which made me start to become more aroused.

He looked so good, all perfect and horny underneath me in the Mclaren, absolutely made for me.

I spit on my hand and kept going, he asked me for consent and started teasing my core with his hand, I definitely underrated how big his hands would be on me as one of his fingers graced my entrance. “Hmm” The softest sounds started escaping my lips as my eyes closed.

The moans were getting louder and louder, his fingers started going faster as I felt how I drenched them in my juices. My hand stroked him a bit harder and he hid on the crook of my neck “Os…I’m close..” I breathed out “fuck…me too” he replied.

After a few moments he released on my hand as I felt the warm liquid on it and i shook until my eyes closed and I took a couple breaths as I rested against him, my body trembled from the orgasm and he took care of me until I came back to normal.

I felt his hand on my back as he caressed it “mmmh that was good…you did good” he whispered and i nodded as i kissed him softly. “Mm that was amazing” I blushed and he pulled my hips up for a second until he aligned himself under my body.

“Y/n…we don’t have to go all the way if you don’t want to…” he whispered as he touched my hips, hoping I wasn’t overstimulated and the touches weren’t affecting me in that way.

“What if I do?” i whispered and kissed his neck as he tilted his head back, it was intimate, not that sexual. He hummed and touched my waist. “Then I want this too…. Uhm I don’t think I have a condom” he whispered while looking into my eyes.

“Just pull out…” I whispered “I trust you” I touched his cheek as I looked into his eyes. He swallowed and nodded as he lowered me on his length after asking if I was ready and I felt how it slowly entered my body “hmmmm fuck” I took a couple deep breaths as I touched his hair and he caressed my hips “like that…good girl” I opened my mouth and closed it immediately.

“Oh you liked that?” He teased me, I blushed and I looked down….I couldn’t believe we were doing this.

“I maybe did” I answered snarky, he took my hips as he heard it and started a fast but nice pace considering I haven’t done it in a while…I immediately got dumb on him “fuck…God…ahh mmm fuck” I moaned as I could barely open my eyes, my chest jumped and I got so drunk on the image of him sitting legs open on that seat thrusting into me.

He smiled and went a bit faster as the moans in the car were getting stronger and the sweat was increasing, I held onto him as i had a smile on my face and my legs were as I open as they could be on that seat around his hips, his hips drilling into me.

“Oscar…Oscar…clo-close” I was drunk on the feeling as he nodded and allowed me to collapse on his chest as he felt me finish, he cared for me first and then I felt him pull out and do on his belly, not in me…he kept his promise.

After a couple seconds he took some breaths as he held me and touched my hair, he stared at me with adoration. “So good…you did perfect…how do you feel?” He whispered as he kissed my forehead.

I pecked his lips and hugged his torso “thank you….that was amazing…i love you” I was so tired it escaped my lips and I didn’t notice, he looked at me and his heart started beating faster…she loved me? I had a chance?….

“Y/n please look at me” he begged in a whisper, his eyes deep as the sea in front of us. I did, his eyes looked dark, his pupils consuming all of them. “Yes?” I yawned mid answer.

He touched my cheek “do you really love me or did you love what we did?” He asked…hoping it was the first answer, our bodies still stuck against the other, warm and sticky.

“I wont lie because you know me” I whispered, my voice soft as i touched his cheek, he nuzzled it “I love you…I can’t hide it…not anymore after this…I also loved what we did if I’m honest” I admitted and turned red as a Ferrari “how can I not fall for someone like you?” i wondered out loud.

He smiled and touched my hair “I love you too…I want to take care of you, like tonight but for everyday…in every way I can y/n” he said softly and i felt a tear on my eye “don’t cry for me” he kissed my forehead, I felt home.

“Do you want us to be more or is this too soon?” He asked and i looked up at him and i pecked his lips with a smile and teary eyes “not too soon for me”.

He chuckled and wrapped me tightly in his arms “I love you Y/n” and I nuzzled on his shoulder and answered the same “love you Os”.

*this is only meant to be here, all rights reserved*

[eightballing]

I Wish I Hated You

Warnings- none

Word count- 677

Jason Todd x GN! Reader

“Fuck off.”

Jason has found himself saying that a lot lately.

Jason has always hated you. Ever since you and your fucked, sunny views of the world came into his life, he’s been pissed. You’re a new vigilante in the city, always trying to talk him into not shooting people and doing better things, and he’s sick of it. Don’t you see that he does good things? He does great things! Well… mostly. Besides the killings. But he mostly does good things! He needs to kill people to do good things!

He hates the way that you try to intervene and put yourself into everything. You act like you’re trying to save him. He doesn’t need to be saved, goddamnit! What pisses him off the most though is that you always put yourself in danger. Even though he hates you, he doesn’t want you dead. So he saves your sorry ass every time. Not that you’re not a good fighter, though. He’s seen you fight, and you’re really good. You just take on too much. *he wishes you wouldn’t sometimes.

You’re breathing heavily after a fight with some of the penguins goons in an alleyway. At least you didn’t get your ass wiped this time. You might be a good fighter, but you’re still new to the business. He’s truly trying to help you out a little.

He glances over at you and scoffs. “What’re you lookin’ at, pipsqueak?”

You huff. You’ve always hated that nickname. “Nothin’.” You mumble. It’s not nothing. The nightmares you’ve been having the last few nights have been getting to you. Not that you’re gonna share. “Let’s just keep going.”

His eyes narrow. He doesn’t like how cold you’ve been tonight. You’re always all smiles and laughs, but that’s completely gone. It’s a 180 for sure. “What’s got you down?” He murmurs, looking at the ground as if someone else said it. He doesn’t want to show that he cares, even if it’s only a little.

You glance up, your eyes about to narrow. At first, you think he’s joking. Once you realize he isn’t, you let out a sigh. “Nothing, really. Just didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.” You’re not gonna tell him about the nightmares. Why would you? Telling him of all people, the man that looks like he wouldn’t even flinch in the face of death? Yeah, don’t think so.

But he knows. He gets it more than you know.

He glances over and lets out a low breath. “Look, pipsqueak-“

“Don’t call me that.” You grumble.

He swallows. You’re cute when you’re mad.

He’d let out a laugh if you didn’t look so angry.

A beat. “…what do you want me to call you?” He says, a little cautiously. He doesn’t want to be the cause of your bad mood getting worse.

Another beat. “…just… just call me y/n.” You mumble and look away, looking at a loose string on your vigilante costume.

Huh. He didn’t think he’d be learning your real name anytime soon. Then again, you are a newbie.

“I’d tell you to not go around telling people shit, but I’m not your boss.” He pauses and looks around the empty alley. “I’m Jason. Just Jason, okay? No need for last names.” He mutters under his breath.

You nod and sigh. “Yeah, okay…. Sorry.” You look up and straighten out your costume out of habit. “…what were you gonna say when I cut you off?”

He looks away, like he’s expecting something to jump at him. Then again, when isn’t he expecting something to jump at him? “Look, y/n…. I don’t like you, okay? Let’s get that clear. But if there’s something bothering you… I’m always here.”

You smile- only a little, but it’s there. “…thanks, Jason.” You murmur.

“Don’t mention it.” He looks over. “Seriously- if you mention it I’ll beat your ass.” A small smirk appears on his face. You can’t see it, but it happened. God, what’s happening to him?

He bumps your shoulder teasingly, you bump yours back. Yeah, maybe he hates you. Maybe.

Fin

Pt. 2?

Authors note: I just wanted to say thank you for all of the love and support on my last post! You’re all so sweet and I’m so happy that you are reading my work!

[nozo-muu]

OUT OF REACH

Pairing: Lip Gallagher x Male Reader, Ian Gallagher x Male Reader (both are separate, no proships up in this bitch)

Best friend’s brother trope and a little bit of jealous best friend. Not an established relationship.  

Summary: Lip and you get caught cuddling by Ian when he comes back from being out.

Cw: NSFW, Mentions of sex, Oral (Reader receiving), Use of the f slur (censored), Swearing, (let me know if there is more)

Author’s note: This is a follow-up to my last fic. I changed the narrator's voice because I realized too late that I wrote that one in the third person, not the second. Let me know what you prefer and if you like me using my OC as the male lead instead of a male reader.

Again, this is inspired by my Oc and scenarios of my Dr. 

"You only call me on the weekends, you only love me when we're freaking"

(I literally have a song for most of the scenarios so yeah...)

The door flung open, which startled you both. The room was dark and you both were lying together, with Lip’s head on your chest, and shirtless, which wasn’t a good look in front of your best friend Ian, especially for Lip.

“YOU HAVE TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!” 

Lip immediately shot up, trying to act like he wasn't just cuddling you, which didn’t accomplish anything.  

“Really? With this shithead? You couldn't have chosen someone that wasn't from my family?” Ian exclaimed. 

He had a point… Why the fuck would you decide to sleep with the brother of one of your bestest friends? Yeah, he was hot as fuck, but that wasn't an excuse. With your looks and charm, you could have pulled anyone else if you wanted to. And making out in the Gallagher house, the house without privacy? Really? Not your brightest moment, that's for sure.

“We weren’t doing anything, I swear” Lip added, trying to ease the tension, obviously skipping over your little shower fun.

“Yeah, we were just chilling.”

“Shirtless and without pants, might I add” Ian retorted. 

Touché. 

“Homies chill together like this all the time, it’s no big deal.” Now why the hell would you say that? You know no one does that. 

Ian snorts, “Yeah right…”

He wasn't really mad at you, to be honest, he found it almost funny how his straggot pussy-wipped of a brother had ended up sleeping with his best friend. Food for thought, that was for sure. 

“I’m gonna go for a smoke.” Lip said, trying to evade the vicinity. 

Ian turns to him. 

“You could have at least told me to not come home for a while, so as to not walk in on your little…fun.” 

Lip rolls his eyes at him, sliding past him and almost rolling down the stairs by how badly he wanted to get out of that room. 

Ian turns back to you. You were still lying there, in your boxers, almost frozen by the absurdity of the situation. His eyes roamed your body, looking you up and down. He couldn’t deny it, you looked amazing like that. 

“My brother? Really?” Ian said, sighing.

“Look, I don't know. Honestly, I don’t understand how this happened.” Of course you knew, really well. But you weren’t about to tell Ian any of it. “We just got caught up in the heat of the moment…” False, once again. 

“Honestly, I don’t care, I’m just surprised by him. It turns out the asshole also likes cock.” He sat down on the bed, glancing at you. “Although it’s true that yours isn't half bad.”

You throw a pillow at his face. 

“For fucks sake, Ian.”

“What? You can fuck my brother but I can’t joke about when we did it?”

“I didn’t fuck him! Nor did he fuck me! WE. DIDN’T. DO. ANYTHING.”

He eyes you up and down, not quite convinced by your story and trying to ignore his growing erection. Seeing you barely clothed really did turn him on.

“Fuck it”, he thought to himself, “it’s not like we haven’t before”. 

He scooted over a little, placing his hand on your naked thigh. 

You glance at him with a questioning look.

“That means you’re quite pent up then…”

“You can’t be serious.” You say while looking at him, bewildered.

“Oh, I am.” He shifts in front of you, now on his knees. “May I?”

You roll your eyes at him, but ultimately oblige, blushing a little. 

“Fine.” 

With that green light, he starts leaving open-mouthed kisses on your thighs and over your boxers. Oh, how he loved the scent of your cologne, of your body, of you.

As he continued, still caressing your thigh with one hand, the other having already traveled to your torso, he could feel your member growing. 

Your hands went down to his short hair, gently brushing your fingers through it, which sent a shiver down his spine. 

He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, along with his boxers, just enough so that he could start stroking himself while he focused on you. 

The precum had already started showing through your boxers, which was enough of a cue for Ian to tug at the hem to take them off, revealing your member. 

Gosh, how he loved it. Granted, it wasn’t as big as his, but something about yours mesmerized him. And the sounds you made, those grunts of pleasure and your breathless curses… Gosh, he went feral when he heard those. 

He moved his attention back to your thighs while slowly leaving kisses closer and closer to the shaft. 

“Ian…” You whispered breathless. 

He knew what that meant, he knew you wanted it. He loved having that effect on people, especially on you. 

He started sucking at the base, slowly going up the length. He kept going up and down, licking and leaving little pecs on your member. He went up one final time, this time taking you into his mouth, still stroking himself in the process. He was enjoying this…

His tongue swirled around your head periodically, making you squirm in pleasure. Your hands were still on his hair, caressing his head while he sucked you off. 

He kept bobbing his head up and down until you both were approaching climax.

“Ian… I’m close” you breathed out, looking down. 

He was stroking himself faster and faster now, being almost there himself. He grunted in acknowledgment, the vibration sending a shiver down your spine. 

He kept sucking until he felt it in his mouth… The sensation immediately making him cum on his hand. 

He got up, grabbed a tissue and wiped his hand. The bastard was smirking. 

“Happy? How’s that for an apology?” You asked.

“Apology accepted, but again, I wasn’t mad.” He said, smiling. 

Of course, the guy only wanted to cause a scene. 

“I should go talk to Lip.” 

“Maybe.” 

Outside, Lip was smoking his second cigarette since he had left the room. He was thinking, just like he always was, but right now, he was thinking of you. 

It wasn't a crush, how could it be? Lip had always been the pussy fucker of the family. How could he have fallen for the goody two shoes of the neighborhood?

Granted, you were handsome, tall, smart, and a sweetheart. But come on, you were his brother's best friend. You were younger than him. He couldn't possibly… It was just a fwb kinda thing, or his hormones… 

Engrossed in his thoughts, he didn't hear the front door open.

“Hey…” You approach him, sitting next to him on the steps, “wanna talk about what just happened? Just so you know, Ian is not mad.”

Lip glances at you, taking another puff of the cigarette and handing it to you. You take a puff and he sighs. 

You place a hand on his shoulder. 

“You okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just that ever since that night… Things between us feel different, I feel different. It’s like everything I knew about myself is crumbling down.”

You smile at him, knowing what that feels like.

“You know I’m always here for you, Lip.”

He glances at you. 

“Can you kiss me?”

“What?”

“Kiss me. I want you to kiss me without the need to hook up after.”

Oh! That was a new one. Never in your life would you have thought that THE Lip Gallagher would ask you for a kiss without sex, drugs, or alcohol being in the mix. 

“Sure.”

He turned now towards you fully. Cupping your face as you approached his, eyes immediately closing shut. 

The contact of your soft lips sent sparks throughout his whole body, his hands reaching for your waist. He kissed back, almost desperately, while you ran your fingers through his blonde hair. When you pulled back, both of you breathless, he rested his forehead against yours. 

“Satisfied?” You ask softly.

“Very.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Same as it ever was 14

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as neglect, bullying, manipulation, cheating, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Between your home life and work, you just can’t catch a break. Especially after you draw the ire of your boss.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen ft. Pete Brenner

Note: Happy Tuesday

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“Promise, Pete, I’ll get her back in one piece,” Hansen vows with a wink and a nudge. 

You sit helpless in his passenger seat. He has one hand on the open door as he faces your husband. Pete won’t look at you but you can barely do the same of him. Funny, how you’re so eager to be away from him that you’re not even that bothered at the prospect of spending the day with your boss. 

“You’re a life saver. Really. Never had a boss that cool,” Pete says. 

“Well, you know, I gotta admit. Your wife carries a big load at work. She’s saved my ass more than once and she kinda holds the whole place together. I’m sure you know exactly what that’s like, huh?” Hansen proclaims. 

“Uh, yeah I do,” Pete has the decency to sound ashamed. It’s too bad he couldn’t have seen that years ago. 

“Lucky man. We’re gonna figure it out. She’s strong, we both know you can’t keep her down,” he clicks his tongue.  

“Right, uh, well, I could take her if it’s easier.” 

“What? Pete? You were just telling me about that big meeting. Good luck!” He slaps Pete’s shoulder. “You’ll have to bring us some good news.” 

“Uh, right,” Pete grumbles, “um, honey, I... I love you. I hope the doctor can help.” 

“Thanks,” you say curtly. “Don’t wanna be late.” 

“Gotta listen to the wife, right? Always knows best,” Hansen chortles. “Watch out, sweetheart, don’t wanna catch you.” 

He closes the door as you keep your head straight. Their voices are muffled and you’re thankful for the mental break. The two of them don’t stop. You don’t know how you didn’t see the similarities before. 

You close your eyes and Lloyd drops into the driver’s side. You don’t flinch. He turns the engine and you stay just as you are. He pulls out and the motion sends a ripple through you. The painkiller might have something to do with that. 

“So, the old man and you are... icy,” he says. 

“That’s personal.” 

“Well, baby cakes, think we’re well past blurring lines,” he scoffs. 

“What do you care?” 

“Hey, I’m not entirely heartless. My balls just happen to be more sensitive,” he snickers. “Trust me, I’m not getting sentimental. I want you back to operational. That means whatever stick is lodged up your ass needs to come out so mine can get in.” 

“Disgusting,” you growl. 

“Mm, please, talk dirty to me, baby,” he purrs. 

You snap your mouth shut and grimace. You can’t help but think of the night before. Of Pete all over you. Just like the man beside you, he didn’t listen either. Your own husband... 

“Jesus, I know you’re high on percs but try to lighten up,” he intones. 

You rub your cheek and pry your eyes open, “are you really taking me to a doctor?” 

“As much as I’d rather be taking you to a penthouse and breaking your back more than it already is, yes, I’m taking you for real help. I got a magic mustache and even better tongue but I can’t fix whatever the fuck happened to you,” he shakes his head. “And judging by the way that creature had his tail tucked up where his dick should be, I think he had something to do with it.” 

He sniffs and squints at the road. He gives a thoughtful hum. 

“Petey doesn’t seem like the wife beater type, but I guess-” 

“The fuck? He didn’t-- Argh!” You grip your hip and spasm as you tense at the accusation. “He didn’t... mean to. I slipped.” 

“Huh, dropped you? Man can’t handle all of you, can he?” 

“Hansen,” you warn. 

“I could give him some lessons, if you want.” 

“Stop, please. I’m already going insane with you--” 

“Oh, I know, I got that something that makes the ladies go wacky,” he preens. 

“Urgh, for the love--” 

“Relax. Please. You really can’t help yourself. You’re making it worse. Legit. You’re getting actually butthurt because you can’t let up for one minute,” he reprimands. “I’m dying to get in there and loosen you up but you gotta meet me halfway. So chill.” 

You growl but try to take his advice. The tension is too much. If you keep going on like this, something’s going to give. With what the doctor said about your blood pressure, it could even be your heart. 

You watch the road. It’s nice to not be in control. To not be taxiing someone around; to not be the one worried about time or anything. Still, it’s that underlying reality that keeps you edgy. 

Lloyd pulls in at a clinic on the north end. It’s the kind you could never afford. You’re pretty sure you get a free Costco membership just for being a patient. 

As he parks, you sit up. He tuts, “now, you let good old Lloyd help you with your broken tush, babykins.” 

You send him a derisive look but don’t argue. The painkiller is kicking in and makes even him tolerable. He gets out and you watch him come around. 

He opens your door and with uncharacteristic caution, slides his arm behind you. You lean on him as you stand. He’s actually helping you. Your back buckles but he keeps you steady. He closes the door with his other arm and ushers you slowly across the lot. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” You ask. 

“What?” He laughs. “I’m helping you, sweet cheeks.” 

“Exactly. You’re helping me. Why?” 

“I’ve been pretty honest how hungry I am for the peach,” he returns. 

“It can’t be just that.” you growl. “I’m not stupid.” 

“Oh, I know you aren’t. That’s half the fun. Easy enough to get a bimbo on my desk. Boring, now that I think of it--” 

You hiss and grab onto his forearm to keep from collapsing. You hate that you’re latching onto him for comfort. At that moment, you don’t have much else; in several ways. 

“Easy, alright,” he coaxes. “We’ll get you inside and sitting down. Hopefully it’s not as bad as it looks.” He whistles as he approaches the doors and kicks the automatic door button. “You’re looking rough.” 

“Gee, thanks, Hansen. You really know how to flatter a woman.” 

“More like flatten but we’ll get to that.” 

“Gah,” you snarl as he ushers you through the lobby. “You are the most vile man I’ve ever met.” 

“Ah, you really think so?” He angles you with him as he approaches the elevator and reaches to tap the button. “I don’t got a wife and kids at home waiting for me as I’m fucking the intern. Nah, I’m just tempting a working mom into adultery--” 

“Shut the fuck up!” You bark as the doors open. An elder woman is wheeled out at she sends you an appalled gape. Lloyd smiles and guides you into the elevator. 

“Not hard to piece together, you know?” 

“I’m telling you,” you warn him as the lobby is shut out by the metal doors. “It’s none of your business.” 

“It’s not and I don’t really care if Pete is boning the assistant he’s underpaying. But it explains a lot.” 

“Does it?” You snip. 

“Oh yeah. The way you leak like a faucet whenever I’m near for one--” 

“Gross.” 

“And the skill. Ma’am, I know you’ve been dreaming of it in that empty bed. The neglected wife, wiling away her spare hours, longing... well, here I am, baby, your knight in shining armour.” 

You whimper. The pain in your back is dull enough that you can bear it. It’s his needling that’s driving you up the wall. You need him to stop. You need everything to stop. You need one day when you’re not a plaything, not a wife, not a mom. 

“Keep sneering at me but we both know you came yesterday and it had nothing to do with the pills,” he taunts smugly. “So let me fix you up and I’ll give you all the Os you can handle.” 

🗄️

“It’s not a fracture,” the doctor turns away from the black and white images. “But I’m sure it hurts. You definitely bruised the bone but from what I can tell, your muscles are tight. It’s adding pressure to the trauma point. Pinching on a nerve or two.” 

You nod. It’s a relief that you didn’t break anything it’s not entirely great news. Lloyd turns away from the skeletal diagram on the table. “So, she’s fine?” 

“She’s in a lot of pain, isn’t she?” The doctor says. “She needs to go home. Relax. Sleep, if you can.” 

“Anything I can do to help?” He offers. “I really can’t stand to see her like this, doc. It makes me feel so powerless.” 

He touches his chest dramatically and you make a face.  

“Gentle massage. Just tender. Nothing to intense. Don’t push on anything,” he explains. “Warm bath if you can bear it, ice too. You said you have a support cushion?” You nod. “If you have to sit up, use it.” 

“I can handle that,” Lloyd drawls. “I can be gentle.” 

He smirks at you as you send him a sharp look. His lashes flick and his irises flare. You could punch him in the face and you think it would only egg him on. 

“Doc,” Lloyd nears him, “thanks. I owe ya. I’ll have a bottle of scotch sent to the practice.” 

“Just doing my job but I don’t mind a good cask-aged bottle.” 

“Consider it on its way,” Lloyd assures him and turns to you. 

You thank the doctor and let Lloyd help you off the bed. You don’t have the strength or energy to resist. It’s just the same as the last professional prescribed. Rest. You think he might just have to listen to the experts and give you a break. 

“Alright, let’s get you home, baby,” he cooes as you pass through the waiting room. You catch the glance of a woman who watches with envy as her husband slumps with arms crossed and resists a midday nap. If only she knew the type of man Lloyd truly is. 

He reclines the seat in the car for you. You close your eyes. The pills make you tired, just like everything else. 

The smooth motion of the car lulls you. You startle as you find yourself still. Lloyd lifts you from the seat and you spasm. You whimper and he clucks. 

“There ya go, making it all worse again,” he chides. 

You grab onto his shoulder. You can’t help but think of how Pete let you fall. You fear another crash down to earth. 

“I work out, baby face, don’t fucking worry,” he assures you. 

You furrow your brow and look around. You’re not in your neighbourhood. You thought he was taking you home. Instead, you’re staring up at one of those overpriced modern builds. 

“It’s glorious, isn’t it? The high life.” 

You don’t answer him. There’s nothing you could say that could convince him you’re not covetous, because you are. You could’ve gone down this road. You could’ve skipped the dry marriage and the fussy kids. 

That thought scourges you with guilt. You love your children and once upon a time you loved your husband too. It can’t be a mistake if it made you happy once. Simone and Malik still do make you happy. Hopeful, even. 

He brings you through the front door and strides into the airy front room. The windows stretch from ceiling to floor and let in the day. He lays you on the spacious sectional, the cushions wide enough for two, and he drags a pillow over for you. 

You close your eyes, content to just be in one place. 

He tugs your shirt up and exposes your stomach. You tug it back down and your lashes snap open. He tilts his head at you. 

“Baby, I’m helping.” 

“Leave it,” you warn. 

“What’s the problem? I saw it all before.” 

You glare at him. The problem is it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t need to gawk at you. He doesn’t need to count the ways you can’t compare to Kendra and those other pretty interns. Just like the one your husband is fucking. 

“Leave that at the goddamn door,” he says as if he can read your mind. 

He yanks again and you relent. Whatever. You’re just something to be used. For Pete, you’re a dishwasher and a laundry machine. For Lloyd, you’re a piece of flesh and fodder for his twisted ego games. 

He undresses you with a tenderness so unlike him. His hands rove up and down your body with each piece he removes. When you’re completely exposed, you cover yourself futilely with your hands. He tweaks your nipple then toys with it. 

“Gotta turn you over,” he winks. “My favourite position.” 

“You can’t--” 

“Relax, I’m not gonna finish the job,” he taps your thigh. 

He helps you shift onto your side. You groan and grunt with the effort. You hug one of the cushions and lean onto it, your back to him. He flutters his fingers down your side and goosebumps rise over your skin. 

You shiver and he chuckles, “feels nice, huh? See, I can be a good boy.” 

You don’t reply. You close your eyes and cling to the strands of delight. That relief is so fleeting. He drags his fingers up and down and around your lower back. He sweeps around your hip and retraces the same path. Your muscles quiver but unwind. 

“That’s it,” he encourages you. 

You moan as the heat of his fingers seeps into you. It’s nice. You haven’t feel this placid in so long. Your head stirs and your limbs slacken. You forget the world and just let yourself be in that feeling. 

His hand creep along the back of your thigh then between your legs. He wiggles between them and you flinches. He pushes against your slit and rubs the side of his index against your clit. 

“Hansen,” you rasps. 

“Shhhh,” he hushes you. “Doctor’s orders. You need to relax.” 

[everestgale]

what if. what if I ask about Paranoid. huh what then-

(take your time lol)

Well, good thing you told me to take my time because it took me a while to formulate all of my thoughts on this guy. Damn you Paranoid- /lh

[Send Me a Character and I'll List Ask Game]

Warning: I have some strong opinions on Paranoid, and as a result, I'm worried that it might sound like I'm attacking people or bashing people's opinions/headcanons. So I need to preface this: I am NOT bashing anyone for having different opinions and headcanons from mine. And I am NOT saying that my opinions/headcanons are right/better and other people's are wrong/worse. This is nothing but me sharing my opinions, that's all :]

favorite thing about them

It is insanely refreshing and comforting to see a fictional character with anxiety symptoms, who copes through hyper-competence and vigilance.

Most portrayals of anxiety and anxiety-like symptoms tend to lean towards shy, socially awkward, quiet, and avoidant characters. And there is absolutely nothing wrong with that! I'm just saying this to explain why having Paranoid, a character with, well, paranoia, be demanding, argumentative, and competent, is so refreshing and, honestly, validating, in a weird way. His response to the horrors, to his own distrust and anxiety, is to laser focus on a solution/an action that he can take to make it all stop… and there is something very relatable in his persistence, in him trying so desperately to claw his way out of this self-imposed, distrust- and fear-filled prison, sometimes to the point of insanity.

And it's very much a self-imposed prison. His distrust, anxiety, and fear are what twist Nightmare into the lonely monster she is, power of perception and all. He is quite literally the source of his own problems, which he then tries so desperately to solve… all of which are immensely relatable. He is a very flawed character with a very skewed perspective… but he isn't a helpless cowering little thing, he is a coward, sure, but he frantically fights back despite it.

I don't even know if this makes sense anymore. But also yes, I project like all hell onto Paranoid. No, I am not sorry about it.

[Yeah, this is also getting long. More under the cut.]

least favorite thing about them

Paranoid, I love you, I would never say no to more Paranoid… but I have to be honest, he stole Skeptic's rightful spot in HEA.

HEA with Skeptic would've been such a nice exploration of his character, especially with how underutilized he still is, even after the Pristine Cut. And realistically, Paranoid didn't need another Chapter appearance, especially since, if I remember correctly, he was the voice with one of the highest number of Chapter appearances, he got an extended role in Apo, and he got an appearance in the Cage. My Paranoid-loving heart is screaming for saying that, but Deconstructed -> HEA should've been Skeptic.

favorite line

"The whispering and the coercion and the bickering — everything horrible about being alive has stopped. I could get used to this."

"Oh that's right! Yeah, fuck this guy. Don't trust him."

"Of course I'm not okay! I've never been okay. But maybe I needed to never be okay for us to make this happen."

"Who deserves something like this? She wants her freedom at the expense of ours, and she's willing to destroy us over and over again if it helps her. What kind of god does that? Stop deluding yourself. If we're going to make this work, all of us need to see the truth!"

…and of course, the classic "Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves."

brOTP

I am obsessed with platonic ParaBroken, especially with the new Apotheosis re-write. Seeing Paranoid absolutely lose his mind as you defy Apotheosis, seeing both him and Hero encourage Broken to see beyond his devotion to Apotheosis... I remember genuinely clapping my hands after picking [Still your doubts.] and hearing Broken go:

"But it's not enough to stop us, is it? We're going to make it to her."

They did it! My boys did it! They helped Broken to see beyond Apotheosis, beyond his perfect goddess... and believe in something other than her. Even better, to believe in them, to believe in him.

And this exchange too:

"That's what should happen. Why isn't it happening? Did we do something wrong? Were all these powerful, heroic thoughts not enough?" "I believe! I believe in us! Isn't that enough?" "Unless we got the rules wrong... I'm sorry. I think I messed this up."

The way these lines are said... Broken's genuine confidence and Paranoid's panic turned into guilt... UGH, I love how their relationship develops throughout this route.

Not quite as rooted in canon (more so inspired by the dynamic written by one of the Discord mutuals), but I also like to imagine that in the post-ending (where they would recover all of their in-game routes as memories), Broken remembers and appreciates Paranoid's persistence during the Apotheosis... and so in turn, he helps the anxious voice with his panic in whatever ways he can. I love my platonic ParaBroken HC <3

Honorable mention goes to ParaCheated, with Cheated being a near-permanent resident of Paranoid Medical Center™, and Paranoid trying his best to patch Cheated up when he falls apart... they hate how often they have to see each other there, but besides that, they have a pretty good friendship :]

OTP

...it's ParaHero [2]. I already talked about it for a while in Hero's character ask. If you wanna know why I like ParaHero so much, check it there :]

...actually, I feel like I didn't do ParaHero justice in my Hero post. It's just so hard for me to explain my thoughts on why I like this ship so much. Just the way they interact during the Nightmare route, with all their bickering and back-and-forth, especially the "I thought you needed me to run the autonomic nervous system" conversation. Despite Paranoid's clear annoyance (and Hero's awful chant), he still gently (but still with his signature snark) guides Hero on how to do it properly. And throughout the route, when Paranoid kept losing control of the autonomic nervous system (either because he kept trying to comment, or because of Nightmare), Hero was there to guide him back, to keep them all alive. Like I mentioned in the Hero post, there's a certain degree of comfort between them that really appeals to me, and I can't quite explain it. It feels like they are protecting and helping each other. It feels like there is trust and respect between them. It just feels like they would get along well.

And during the Apotheosis! How both of them (more so Paranoid than Hero, but still) are trying to convince Broken to join them, how they eventually all do join together for "One. Last. Try"... how in the old Apotheosis dialogue, Paranoid's curious "I'm interested" sort of calms clearly pissed-off Hero... and how in the new dialogue, Hero gently asks Paranoid if he's okay... These BIRDS, UGH-

...the goal of this was to elaborate on my ParaHero thoughts, but instead, I feel like I'm talking in circles. I don't know if anything I said makes sense! Grr! Why are words so hard /lh

nOTP

This is probably one of my only actual nOTPs... it's ParaCold. And the more I think about it, the more I realize that it's mainly for personal reasons </3

And to be clear, this is specifically for ParaCold as a romantic/semi-romantic ship. ParaCold in general is a very interesting dynamic, and I love exploring it, so long as it's not romantic <3

random headcanon

Oh! My Paranoid is the only voice that doesn't have eyes with irises, and instead, he has "glassy eyes full of static" (as a nod to all of the crackly static noises in the Nightmare route. I sort of talked about how his eyes "break" in this post :]). And because of that, I HC that he kind of has a bad vision, loosely inspired by the visual snow syndrome. It just makes sense in my brain that Mr. "More eyes, too. You never mention the eyes" would be the one with noisy vision.

unpopular opinion

I am not a big fan of fem!Paranoid headcanon. It personally just makes me a tad uncomfortable to write my Paranoid as fem, given the fact that he is the most anxious voice, who has a tendency to lose his mind and act what's commonly described as "hysterical", all qualities that are often stereotyped and associated with women and femininity. Plus, I really like Paranoid's representation as a guy with anxiety/paranoia, so writing him as fem feels doubly awkward.

It's a popular community HC, so I feel I should clarify again: this is just me trying to explain why I don't feel comfortable with writing my Paranoid as fem. I am NOT trying to accuse anyone with fem!Para HC of misogyny or anything like that. If you write and HC Paranoid as fem, I respect and support you! This is just my thoughts and opinions <3

…plus, as I already mentioned, I project onto Paranoid a lot. And as a transmasc/genderfluid/not sure nonbinary person, I identify with masc!Paranoid a lot more than fem!Paranoid <3

song i associate with them

I genuinely don't remember how I found this song, but it fits Paranoid really well: "something wrong" by NomnomNami

"those eyes, they continue to spread on the walls on the ground and i don’t think that any place that’s safe is left"

"i know i wasn’t wrong! how can this be my fault? my blood is spilling out your eyes are full of doubt…"

favorite picture of them

Of the art that I made (because canonically disembodied voice and all), this is probably my favorite:

...yeah, it's ParaHero angst. I just like how I drew Paranoid here <3

[ravennaortiz]

What Are You Doing?

Summary: When you enter his dorm room without knocking one day a Juices dirty little secret comes to light. As always 18+

Pulling into the Teller-Morrow lot you waved at Tig and Chibs as you parked. Laughing as they both blew you kisses. Life had changed for you almost a year ago when you were moving into your new home. You had heard a woman’s screams from your next door neighbor’s house about the time a man darted across in front of you almost knocking you down. At the time you hadn’t thought much of the man but had darted into your new neighbor’s home without thought. You had found a hysterical woman sobbing on the floor as a young guy in a leather motorcycle cut bled out from a wound to his abdomen. Without thinking you went into your work mindset, working to stem the bleeding as you tried to get the woman to call for help. Later on you would come to find out this woman was a doctor at the local hospital as well as the wife to the President of Charming’s notorious motorcycle club Sons of Anarchy.

Ever since that fateful day where you somehow managed to help save their Prospect the Sons had taken you in as your own. You had the best security system for free, repairs on your car at little to no cost, issues with your computer your crush Juice was taking care of it. Some guy giving you issues? Yeah taken care of. You were so welcomed in that you kept a few spare pieces of clothes here just in case. The amount of times yours had been soaked in blood and other shit had taught you a thing or two. Which is what brought you in today. You had been on your way to the weekly brunch with the Old Ladies when someone had cut you off and you spilled your ice coffee all over your white dress, soaking it an your panties.

Glancing at your phone you frowned. Juice still hadn’t responded to your text about if you could grab a set of clothes from his room. Making your way to the door you figured he wouldn’t care if you went in his room. Its not like you were going to do anything but change clothes which he had told you that you could keep in one of his dresser drawers.

“What happened to you?” laughed Jax as you strolled in still dripping coffee. “Looks like you had an accident darling”. His blue eyes twinkling with amusement as Opie sat next to him trying not to laugh.

“Shut it Teller” you replied as you flipped him off making Opie laugh harder. “Is Juice around? I need to change clothes obviously but didn’t wanna just go into his room without permission.

“Rude but I’m pretty sure he’s still here. Might have his headphones on.” Replied Jax as Opie nodded.

“Guess he could have went out the back” added Opie with a shrug. “I’m sure he wouldn’t care if you went in though” he added as Jax nodded before you made your way past them and to the hallway that led to the dorm rooms.

You were surprised the door was cracked but you could hear Juice inside so you pushed the door open. Your eyes landing on the naked body on his bed. Your eyes widened as you watched him stroke himself with a pair of pink lace panties wrapped firmly around his huge, leaking cock. His hips snapping up powerfully as he groaned. Your eyes trialed from his cock up his muscular thighs, swallowing hard as you took in every detail of definition and muscle that was usually hidden from you. Up to his chest shiny with a light layer of sweat that had you wanting to run your tongue along, nipping and sucking at his tattoos. All the way to his face that was covered in another pair of black lace panties. You could hear him inhale deeply as he muttered a clear fuck and then your name spilled from his mouth.

“What are you doing?” you blurted out, cheeks hot as it hit you he was jerking off to the thought of you and the sneaky suspicion those panties were  yours.

“Fuck” Juice yelled as he bolted upright. His eyes wide as the panties on his face fell onto his abs as he met yours in horror. “I can explain” he stated as he tried to cover himself sending more panties flying as he yanked his sheet up.

“Are those mine Juice?” you asked your voice low and head tilted.

Juice rubbed his face trying to get his mind off his throbbing dick so he could answer you. “I…they….it’s not…..fuck. Yes.” He answered devastated as he buried his face in his hands. Shame and embarrassment heavy. “I swear I’ve always replaced every pair I use. Like I have never came in a pair and let your wear them. I would never be gross or disrespectful like that.” He continued as he dared a glance at you.

You nodded as you processed what he had said. Another question at the tip of your tongue but you were too nervous to ask. So instead you asked a different one. “What do you do when you’re done with them?”

“Juice groaned as he flopped back on his bed. “You can’t tell the guys. Promise me?” he asked knowing it was bold of him to ask that of you when he still had a pair of your panties wrapped around his cock.

“I won’t” you reply as you step closer to his bed. Hands playing with your dress.

“I flush them” Juice said quietly.

“So you have been doing this for awhile with women’s panties?” you asked voice light with amusement as you thought about all of Bobbys bitching about people flushing panties.

“No.. yes… only yours. I only use yours to get off….only yours get me off” explained Juice as he kept his face hidden with his hands as he laid back on his bed. He was mentally kicking himself for not only not checking the door was locked but also for starting this stupid thing in the first place.

You nodded as you pulled your dress over your head letting it fall to the floor. “Wanna feel the real thing?” you asked quietly as your hand yanked the blanket from him making him bolt up. Eyes wide as he took in your mostly naked form, sans the panties and heels you wore.

“Please” replied Juice as he nodded. Watching you crawl onto the bed, leaving kisses up his left thigh to the base of his cock. He groaned as you left feather light kisses up it and to the tip, biting his lip as you moaned at the taste of his precum as you licked it. Continuing to kiss up his chest to his lips as you rubbed your panty clad pussy against his cock. After kissing him you leaned back and raised your hips, pulling your panties to the side as you slowly sank down on him.

“Fuck” moaned Juice as his hands gripped your hips, eyes watching himself disappear into you. Your walls fluttering around his length. Giving yourself a moment to adjust to him you closed your eyes and let your head loll back before they snapped open at a voice from behind you. Your eyes met amused blue ones.

“I’ll tell my mom you are okay and won’t be making it.” Chuckled Jax before he shut the door and started speaking into his phone.

Juice started to speak but you cut him off as you started to rock your hips slowly. Within a few minutes you were bouncing hard on his cock as he pumped his seed deep inside you, letting it and you’re cum flow between your bodies. Neither of you wanting to stop now that you had finally given in to desire.

[wartsandwarlocks]

First time for everything.!

prompt 29 for @wolfstarmicrofic

The pub was packed, people had poured into it the second they heard music, Peter, James and Sirius following through. It was amazing, but it soon became clear music wasn’t the only thing his friend’s mind. Within minutes of being there, Pete was being sweet talked by possibly the hottest brunette Sirius had ever seen, and she was looking at Pete as if she could devour him. She possibly could.

James had gone to get them both drinks, but after twenty minutes of him gone, Sirius knew he was gone. He made his way to the bar on his own, passing James and seeing him enchanted by a fiery redhead. He looked in admiration, it felt nice knowing your friends could do more than fine.

As he ordered a pint, he saw a hot blonde and beside her, the girl with the most beautiful braids he’d seen in his life. Filled with golden accessories, wearing a splendid white top and a golden arm bracelet. By the time he realized he was staring, they were staring right back.

Quickly grabbing his drink, he made his way toward them and began the intense mating game. He wasn’t sure who he liked best, but it was clear the blonde had a terrible distaste for him, so he leaned into the other one- Mary. It felt so easy with girls, you’d talk about their beautiful hair one second and they’d be crawling. As he downed his second beer, he’d grown increasingly antsy.

“How ‘bout we go home, finish this amazing conversation.” He smiled seductively.

“Wish I could, but I’m here with my friends.” Mary said pointing at the blonde one who was smiling at the band, but stopped to look him up and down and roll her eyes.

“You should bring a friend, the more the merrier.” Sirius whispered in her ear.

Mary slapped his arm gently as she laughed. She opened her mouth to say something but was interjected by her blonde friend.

“She has a friend- a boyfriend!”

“Oh,” Sirius said with a cheeky grin. “Well if he doesn’t mind watching, i don’t mind showing”

“Oh you-!” Mary laughed. “Worst part is, I don’t think he would.”

Her blond friend rolled her eyes and pressed her tongue to her cheek to avoid laughing. Fuck three make it four.

As Sirius was about to make another remark a tall, handsome, lanky man walked over to them and put his arms over Mary’s shoulders from behind, handing her a drink as he did. “Whatcha laughing ‘bout?”

“Threesomes.” Mary smiled before being kissed.

“Oh, Marls finally caved?” He said giving the blonde one a cheeky grin.

“Ugh! Insufferable!” ‘Marls’ cried before leaving.

“Who’s this then?”

“This is Sirius,” Mary said pointedly. “He’s trying to take me home.”

The man looked him up and down and gave him a devilish smile. “Sorry for interrupting then.”

For the first time in his life, Sirius was breathless. He’d been sweet talking this guy’s girl and all he had to say was ‘Sorry for interrupting’? Who the fuck was he?

“Actually you came up at the perfect time, we were just talking about you.”

“Oh wow!” He said sarcastically. “What were you saying?”

“Talking about ‘the more the merrier’.” She smiled seductively.

Had he died? Was this heaven? What was even happening?

As if a bucket of cold water had been poured down on him, Sirius managed to speak. “Er… yeah! I told Mary about how beautiful my apartment is and well… The conversation went off the rails.”

“Oh, yeah, I bet.” The man laughed.

“So? Wacha think?” Mary asked biting down in her lip.

“There’s a first time for everything, yeah?”

Oh god! He could die before getting to the apartment and he’d die the happiest he’d ever been.

“Shall we?” Mary said as she practically jumped from her seat and grabbed both their hands.

As she lead them out of the pub, Sirius passed by James, who had to stop staring at the red head to follow them with his head, mouth wide open. Ignoring him, Sirius followed Mary before realizing-

“Oi! I don’t think I got your name,” He smiled boldly. “Might need it later.”

“Remus.” The man said, staring him up and down before stopping on his lips. “Yeah, ya might.”

[cocogum]

The Great Wave - Chapter 12 Review

‼️SPOILERS FOR THE CHAPTER‼️

Oh my god Grougalorasalar was just spitting facts in this entire chapter....

Daddy's right, yugo's fucked.

Sorry people I actually do agree with most of what Grougalorasalar said. That is, most. Not entirely. And I'll explain that later on.

Besides Grougalorasalar's facts, let me just say that I really loved how this chapter really showed us some deaths that occurred during the war since season 4 never showed these before.

(Like what happened to the bodies after the war? Did they get buried or got disintegrated??)

Not only does this show that there were more casualties than expected when the war was happening, but it's also telling us that there will be more chapters depicting death and loss Iike these with no visual restraints.

Now back to Grougalorasalar.

This fine ass man dude listed so many things that the eliatropes have done whether those actions were intentional or not.

Like how he listed the Eliacube, Nox, Qilby, Ogrest, Oropo, and the Eliasphere...

Oh! Speaking of Qilby, what he said about him may be a foreshadowing.

"I'm not even sure he's the wackiest member of your family..."

Doesn't that sound like a major foreshadowing about how Yugo will end up being far worse than Qilby?? 😭😭😭

Like come on, we got that wave coming up soon so Yugo might as well end up copying big brother right? 💀💀

But anyway, during Grougalorasalar's explanation, he actually clears out one problem that people have been trying to figure out:

How could he say all these things while knowing he had assisted Ogrest with the other primordial dragons?

Well we finally know the reason why now.

It surprisingly makes a lot of sense if we think about it.

Ogrest possessed all the primordial Dofus at that time, so it wouldn’t be surprising that he could control six dragons. Their behavior during the ovas, while they were fighting Dally and Yugo, seemed almost primal, despite the fact that we knew they could talk. They surrounded Ogrest as if he was their master, and their eyes were completely devoid of any emotion.

It makes so much more sense now because back when the great wave's first volume dropped, people kept wondering why Grougalorasalar had the nerve to speak to Yugo like that in his dream when he had clearly played a role in one of his mistakes.

And it also made sense why Aguabrial had been acting feral towards Dally and Yugo, especially since he had previously interacted with them in the manga that occurs between season 2 and the OVAs.

....Yeah, that was on Oropo, but I see why he'd blame Yugo too.

But besides me saying how much I believe most of what Grougalorasalar says, it's time I talk about the parts that I don't agree with.

The first is by saying that Armand's death was indirectly caused by Yugo because he brought the Eliasphere into this.

When that wasn't technically true.

When Yugo returned to the Sadida Kingdom, he presented the Eliasphere and specifically warned everyone not to use its power excessively, as doing so could lead to death. Armand was present during this explanation and understood the risks involved. He ultimately made the difficult decision to sacrifice himself for his people by harnessing the magic of the artifact.

It was Armand's own choice to have gone out like that. Yugo had nothing to do with it.

And the second is by saying that all of the artifacts that Grougalorasalar listed don't belong to the eliatropes.

I do agree that the Eliacube and the Eliasphere do not belong to them and should have never been touched in the first place.

But the eliatrope dofus?? Seriously????

Grougalorasalar, come on, are you being for real?

These dofus are literally the spawning eggs for the primordial eliatropes. That's literally their checkpoint savings, so the eggs obviously belong to them!

I think my guy was way into his monologue that he forgot that key detail.

These two do NOT look okay and I'm loving it.

BUT WAIT GUYS WE'RE BACK TO THE REAL WORLD!!!

LOOK AT AMALIA RUNNING TO YUGO OMG SHE'S SUCH A GIRLBOSS SOMEONE PLEASE I WANT THEM ‼️‼️‼️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Look at how tightly her arms are wrapped around him...🥺🥺🥺 She's crying omg plz no babygirl it's okay your husband's alive and took it well omg- 😣😣

The way she completely loses it when she sees him in pain means the world to me. She would do anything for him 😭😭💗💗 How many times has she gone on the attack when Yugo has been injured??!!!? ❤️❤️❤️❤️ SHE EVEN HAD THAT HABIT BACK IN SEASONS 1-2 😫😫❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

As soon as Grougalorasalar takes them back, that damn belladone poison is now apparently subsiding and fading away on its own. Usually, the poison just immediately kills the person who swallows it but in Yugo and Adamai's case, it just fades away when their bodies are just being injured by it and nothing more. ✨️ Demigod stuff ✨️

Alright, here is where we finally arrive at the scene that sparked a major discussion in the chapter comments.

And that was regarding the fact that Grougalorasalar was also seen carrying his own primordial dofus.

Many people have criticized that he shouldn't have been wearing the dofus while blaming Yugo for all the casualties that he caused while using the eliatrope dofus.

But I don't really think there needs to be a discussion.

I really love Yugo but Grougalorasalar was completely in the right for wearing them.

He knew that Yugo was the type to strike when something doesn't go his way and when he feels like he's being challenged. So did you really think that Grougalorasalar wasn't going to arm himself in case something went bad during his explanation? Or even when he would admit that he tried poisoning Yugo and his wife?

Like the reason why he was even armed with the dofus to begin with was because he knew there was a good chance Yugo could have attacked him with his own ones.

And it turned out that his hunch was right.

Yugo almost did but got stopped by Adamai (just in time too). So Grougalorasalar's decision was completely justifiable.

But despite that, I'll have to disagree on another one of Grougalorasalar's decisions: demanding to take away the eliatrope dofus AND the Eliasphere.

Like I said before, Yugo and Adamai cannot give him the eliatrope dofus because those are where they rest after death and leave to get reborn. Those literally belong to them. The goddess eliatrope created them with these dofus.

While I agree that he was right to tell Yugo and Adamai that the Eliasphere does not belong to them, it's important to note that the artifact cannot leave their possession, even if they wanted it to. Rotalström, the dragon that Armand defeated, is still technically alive but currently dormant. The Eliasphere is the only artifact capable of keeping it subdued. So, if there ever comes a time when the necromantic dragon awakens, the Eliasphere would be the first artifact used against it.

...So is Julith naked under that cloak or...? Did she get clothes before coming here with Grougalorasalar? Cuz when she woke up, he only gave her a cloak....

(Also I love how he still considers her his guardian after all these centuries that she's been dead. She hasn't been seen talking once until now. Is pookie bear feeling okay? What is she thinking about...)

Well now we know that these three goobers hid the Eliasphere somewhere and didn't kept it where we last saw it in season 4's last episode...Good.

They only have one month before Julith comes back omg this makes me wonder if they're even gonna go along with the deal. If not, then that probably means we'll either have Yugo or Amalia fight Julith. Or maybe they'll fight her together lol

This is unrelated, but I do hope that we get to see Adamai's full dragon form in the second volume or in the future ones. Because if the manga that comes between season 2 and the ovas had him use his full form on some occasions, then they should be able to do the same thing here.

[fingertipsmp3]

I feel like I’ve lived through at least a month just in the past 3 days. I checked the date just now and damn near had an out of body experience when I realised Monday was only two days ago

[amtrak12]

HELP! I've fallen down a Bering and Wells hole again and can't stop watching fanvids. I misssssss them!!! 😢

[bmpmp3]

post ankle-twisting clarity

[nanoa1foryou]

Thanks for the tag!

No spoofy, but I'll just shuffle my current stuff.

January: Huoleton, by Emma & Matilda

Okay, well, that's a good start. I do not want to worry anymore this year. January has not been that month for me I don't think.

February: Ona, by Joker Out

Yikes. Which onbe of you fuckers is betraying me?

March: Any minute now, by Robin Packalen

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Please. Please please please. March is the perfect month for this.

April: Meille, by Jambo

I mean I vibe with it, but I hope I'm not ready in 3 months to move in with someone. That's a bit fast. But I guess I'll remain optimistic.

May: The Riff, by Lordi

The fact that right now there is a real possibility I might get a job because the previous worker died is ridiculous. And that I will in reality actually find that out in like May. So yeah. Perfectly accurate. But I'm not gonna turn down a job to kick off my rock career, so we'll ignore the bridge.

June: Mun sydän, by Kaija Koo

From getting cheated on, tomoving in together, to this. In less than 6 months. The fuck is going on here? Luckily I vibe with this song too

July: Ensi elämässä, by Mikael Laurent

Ahh. That explains it. I'll find my soulmate this year and so I don't care what happens. That tracks.

August: Memento Mori, by Spekti

Jeesus christ. Do I listen to too much morbid music or is my next year just gonna be wildly swinging from straight up love to the fear of death? Though I guess this is a song about living life to the fullest in the little time you have. So like. that actually tracks for August very much.

September: Pato, by Ibe

Guess the crash is coming ASAP after I start living my life to the fullest.

October: Happy, by NF

Yeah sure. There is a coherent storyline here. The crash, then trying to figure it out again.

November: Päähenkilö, by Jambo

Perfect. The exact energy and hype up I'll need in November, especially after thos last two months. Love it.

December: Ole mun virheeni, by Pilvet Pilvet

Well well well. That perfectly also sums up whatever that weird ass relationship I'm getting into this year is gonna be. Love that for me too

Traditional kuumblr tag from me: @puddlefrogs @tassaonkaikki @syksyntuuli @loppujenlopuks an all the rest of y'all <3. also @nwtbobsessedemo and @th3w00ds for fun if y'all feel like it

let your spotify predict your 2025! shuffle your on repeat playlist and the first twelve songs represent your 2025

Thank you for the tag, Fiona and Jori!! 🩷🩷 Love youuuu @idontwanttospoiltheparty @sohardlovingyou

January: Guilty as Sin? - Taylor Swift

February: Untouchable (TV) - Taylor Swift

March: Too Sweet - Hozier

April: lonely b*tch - Bea Miller

May: Man On The Moon - Phillip Phillips

June: Hymn for the Weekend - Coldplay

July: Ocean Man - Ween

August: Figure 8 - Paramore

September: Curse - Imagine Dragons

October: Last One Drops - Grace Mckagan

November: jealous of my friends - Bea Miller

December: I've Got All This Ringing In My Ears And None On My Fingers

Tagging: @only-a-heartbeat-away @awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands

[shushmal]

time is a circle i used to write fics where stiles (teenwolf) was the little brother to the winchesters (supernatural) and i just thought about steve being from a hunter family and that's why his parents are never around and he's kinda naturally good at fighting monsters but not humans. steve harrington long lost cousin to the winchesters... dean was born in 79 and steve was probably born around 67 IM SORRY STEVE HARRINGTON BABYSITTING DEAN AND SAM WINCHESTER steve has loser older brother vibes no matter what huh TIME IS A CIRCLE

[chibishortdeath]

Great googley moogley it’s all going to shit! Every day becomes exponentially more terrifying!

And all perfectly timed to just right at the start of what’s supposed to be my adult life where I get my shit together and be useful and productive!

[thethingything]

this system is full of slutty twinks and they love flirting with each other recreationally but then every so often they remember/realise there are several guys in the system who are absolutely fine with being flirted with but get really flustered and it just turns into several twinks flirting with one really flustered guy for fun. this is why nobody can keep track of the giant overly complicated polycule