#i watched this video like three times in a row

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@ nhljets : we asked eric comrie some questions

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[shaking like a drowned chihuahua] hi everyone @whyamihereat4am introduced me to this video and i am going fucking insane. why is this the best video i have ever watched. did you all know about this already. how did it pick out the animatic i had in my brain and make it into real people. holy shit. i can't breathe just watch it please watch it immediately

[archiverstappen]

appendix touch ✧ max verstappen

max verstappen x ferrari! fem! reader

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the beloved ferrari heiress just had her appendix removed, and now the whole world is convinced that she's going to start an epidemic

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yn_ferrari I understand that, without my agreement, my father has put out an instagram story this afternoon that makes it seem like I’m dying. This is true, I do feel like I’m dying. I’m having my appendix removed.

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maxverstappen1 Will get that win for you 💙

↳ yn_ferrari no, thanks ❤️

↳ papaferrari Please let Carlos/Charles win for Y/N’s faster recovery 😊

username SHE’S SO UNSERIOUS 😭

oscarpiastri 🤨

↳ yn_ferrari poet of the century

alex_albon Been there, done that

↳ yn_ferrari teach me your ways, master

username THANK GOD IT’S JUST AN APPENDIX

username get well soon mother

carlossainz55 Get well soon, mi hermana 😂

↳ yn_ferrari soy lago

↳ landonorris stop copying me 😒

charles_leclerc Fake 🤭

↳ yn_ferrari i’ll pinch your appendix with my bare hands so you’d know how it feels

↳ alexandrasaintmleux 😨

↳ yn_ferrari look away, my love 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

scuderiaferrari Get well soon, Boss ❤️

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scuderiaferrari Patient 0, Patient 1, and Charles 😄 The gang is finally back in a land down under 🦘

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username Y/N YOU BETTER STAY AWAY FROM CHARLES 😭

papaferrari My children 🧒🧒🧒

username favorite trio ever

username the fact that we won't be seeing them together again next year 😞

yn_ferrari admin... what's with the caption? 🙂

↳ scuderiaferrari Hi boss, please don't fire me

charles_leclerc I'm a survivor ❤️‍🩹

↳ yn_ferrari you're next 👹

↳ papaferrari Don't say that kind of thing, I can't have all of my children go through the same surgery three weeks in a row

↳ charles_leclerc 🤪🤪🤪 yn_ferrari

↳ carlossainz55 We'll try again next time yn_ferrari

username she's got that appendix touch, because every appendix that she touches starts to burst 🤷‍♀️

↳ yn_ferrari HELP 💀

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yn_ferrari beyond proud of what you guys achieved today, words can't describe how i feel! and no, contrary to popular belief i had nothing to do with max's dnf 😮‍💨

ps. someone said i've got the appendix touch, soo... if you're interested just hit me up

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maxverstappen1 🙍‍♂️

maxverstappen1 Enjoy it while it lasts, Schat 😑

↳ yn_ferrari I will 😽

redbullracing You're temporarily banned from our garage🙏

↳ yn_ferrari I DIDNT DO ANYTHING?!

↳ redbullracing A source spotted you touching the rear wing of Max's car 💔

↳ yn_ferrari THAT'S A LIE.... scuderiaferrari STEP UP?

↳ scuderiaferrari Sorry, we're too focused on celebrating P1 and P2

↳ mercedesamgf1 Wow, can't relate scuderiaferrari

username why is there a video of you running down the pitlane after race, pls explain 😭

↳ yn_ferrari i was watching the race with max at red bull’s hospitality 🏃‍♀️💨

carlossainz55 Us 1 - Appendicitis 0 🍾

↳ yn_ferrari yes sir 🫡

charles_leclerc Can I have my appendix removed too? papaferrari

↳ papaferrari No

landonorris Do mine next, I need to win

alex_albon Can I have my appendix removed again?

↳ yn_ferrari control your man lilymhe 😭

↳ lilymhe bffr 🤬

username FORZA FERRARI SIEMPRE

↳ yn_ferrari rrrAAAGHHHH 🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎

scuderiaferrari We're so happy, our appendix literally burst 🥹

↳ username new merch idea?

↳ scuderiaferrari Noted 📝

papaferrari Dinner on me tonight 😎 carlossainz55 charles_leclerc

↳ charles_leclerc Finally

↳ carlossainz55 On my way!

↳ maxverstappen1 Can I come too?

↳ papaferrari I guess so, Y/N would be mad if I didn't invite you

↳ charles_leclerc Max got a pity invite 🤭

↳ yn_ferrari KEEP MY BOYFRIEND'S NAME OUT OF YOUR F-ING MOUTH

↳ lewishamilton Can i come? 🤔

↳ carlossainz55 My wound is still fresh...

↳ yn_ferrari LET HIM HAVE THIS ONE, SIR. WE'LL SEE YOU NEXT YEAR 🤗

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obsessed bf!gojo x gn!reader ⋆. based on: 22 - lil candy paint, bhad bhabie

gojo had a bad habit.

a bad habit of blowing up your phone.

it wasn’t the 'three texts in a row' kind of blowing up, either.

oh no, gojo satoru didn’t do small-scale chaos.

it was an art form for him. the type of masterpiece that made your phone buzz off your nightstand at 3 a.m. with thirty consecutive messages that alternated between blurry selfies, close-ups of his sunglasses, and texts like:

“hey👋 (with the intention of getting midnight sushi)”

“do u think panda would let me dye him pink? 🤔”

“pick up plzzz i jsut saw the funniest video on instagram but i accidnetally exited tje app it and cant find it anymore so i'm jsut going to explain it to you in excruciatign detail”

and tonight was no different—except this time, it came after your first real argument.

you couldn’t even remember what had set it off anymore, but it had ended with you storming off and gojo… well, doing whatever gojo does when someone’s mad at him (eating mochi and sulking).

soon enough, after an hour or so of no contact, the first barrage had begun: thirty consecutive texts ranging from the initial

“i’m sorry 🥺����👈”

to a dramatic

“why do you hate me? 😭💔 (don't answer that.)”

you’d ignored all of them, determined to let him stew.

but then the calls begun.

ring after ring, voicemail after voicemail, starting out with intense professions of love that slowly faded into desperate pleas for you to call him back, text him back, to respond just once.

and when those went unanswered too, he escalated.

your phone buzzed on your nightstand, flashing yet another text. this time, it came with a photo—gojo lying facedown on what appeared to be megumi’s couch, his hand clutching an empty box of tissues. the caption read:

“i’ve been crying for 84 years 😢 come back pls”

you rolled your eyes, but found the corner of your mouth twitching up despite yourself. he was impossible.

another buzz. this one said,

“fine if ur not gonna answer just know ur the light of my life and i’ll literally wither away like an unwatered houseplant if u don’t forgive me soon 😭 also ur socks are still in my room do u want me to wash them or nah”

the buzz after that said,

“actually nah i'm not bothered to wash them"

and then another buzz.

"also u look hotter when ur mad 🥰”

the audacity of this man.

you let your impulses get the better of you and texted back a stern "leave. me. alone."

and not even a second later, your phone screen lit up with gojo's face for the umpteenth time.

you groaned, snatching it up and finally swiping to answer to put an end to all of this.

“gojo, what part of ‘leave me alone’ don’t you understand?!”

“oh my god,” he gasped, his voice overflowing with fake relief. “you’re alive!”

“i—”

“you weren’t answering, so i thought maybe you’d been kidnapped! or fallen down a well! or—”

“i ignored you,” you interrupted sharply. “on purpose.”

“no yeah, i got that,” he said breezily, completely unfazed. “but we're talking now! the devil sure does work hard, but gojo works harderrrrr."

"gojo—"

"so, how much did ya miss me?”

"gojo."

"also did you see my text about the socks?”

"gojo!"

“aaaaand i’m outside your window by the way.”

“you���re what?”

“outside!” he chirped back like it was the most normal thing in the world.

sure enough, when you yanked open your curtains, there he was—gojo satoru, standing on your lawn in a hoodie two sizes too big, clutching a mismatched bouquet of convenience store snacks and flowers that you could just tell he had made himself.

“ta-da~!” he grinned into the phone as you watched him hold up the haul like it was an olympic medal. “i come bearing gifts!”

you gawked at him. “are you serious?”

“deadly,” he said, his smile widening so much you could even see it from your vantage point. “i brought your favourite snacks, and also, i stole these flowers from my neighbour’s garden. don’t tell anyone.”

“oh my god.” you smacked your forehead, torn between laughing and drawing your curtains shut. “it’s three in the morning.”

“yeah, well, you didn’t answer my texts,” he said, pouting dramatically. “do you have any idea how sad that made me? i’m so sad, baby, like, devastated. i swear i saw my life flash before my eyes.”

you folded your arms, mock unimpressed. “what’s sad is that you think this is going to work.”

“it’s already working,” he shot back smugly. “you’re talking to me, aren’t you?”

you hated that he was right. you hated even more that your annoyance was quickly being replaced by amusement. he was lucky he was cute.

“toru, just go home,” you sighed, though your voice lacked its earlier venom.

“not until you forgive me,” he declared, dropping to one knee with such theatrics you were surprised broadway hadn't whisked him away already. “or at least let me in so i can grovel properly.”

“you’re unbelievable.”

“yeah. unbelievably in love with you.”

you threw a pillow at the window, even though it wouldn’t reach him, giving yourself a minute to think.

okay, more like a few seconds.

to be fair, you were sure he had learnt his lesson. and, well...you were craving ramen, which happened to be placed front and centre in his haphazard bouquet.

“fine!" you whisper-yelled into the phone, a smile already creeping its way onto your face despite your best efforts to stay mad. "but if you wake up my neighbours, i swear i'm locking you out.”

his grin practically lit up the yard. “deal!”

and just like that, you were stomping down the stairs, blanket in hand, ready to let in the most exasperating, ridiculous, adorable man you’d ever met.

because, really, how could you stay mad at him?

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oh god anything rafe x weird!girl makes me go FERAL 👹 as someone who is also autistic, i find sm comfort in this trope 🥺 what would rafe do if he saw our weird girl humping on a pillow whining like a little puppy ??? i think i might be into pet play sorry if this is weird and not your cup of tea to write :((

Yes yes yes yes. This is sooo them I’m obsessed. Pet play, pillow humping, choking, spit kink, daddy kink, unprotected sex. 18+MDNI!!

You’re desperately whining as you grind your hips against the silk case covering the pillow below you. The fluffy fabric is squeezed tightly between your sock covered thighs asyour bare cunt desperately searches for friction. Your cheek is pressed against the sheets as drool drips from your chin with each whimper that leaves your mouth.

Rafe has been gone for two days, he had to go on a business trip and even though he fucked you three times in a row right before he left halfway through the second day you’re desperate and needy for him. And he wasn’t going to be home for hours. You were laying in bed mindlessly scrolling on your phone with a movie in the background when you started to really miss your boyfriend.

You opened your camera roll to the album that was just all him and you couldn’t help that you felt your panties dampen as you scrolled past a video of his thick, hard, cock grasped in his large hand. It sent you down a rabbit hole. You started looking at all the dirty pictures and videos you had of the two of you and before long you were a wet, needy, mess. So much so that even moving from the bed to get one of your toys seemed like too much. So instead you threw your panties off and pulled Rafe’s big shirt over your head so you could roll your hips against his pillow.

You wanted to cum so bad but no matter how fast, or how much pressure, or what angle you tried you couldn’t seem to get yourself there. You just wanted Rafe. All you could think about is how good he feels when he slides his cock deep into your slick, messy walls and how fucking good it feels when his thick length starts to roughly pump in and out of you.

You ended up restoring to propping up your phone so you could watch a video of Rafe absolutely destroying you from the back and it helped a little. You felt yourself getting closer. The sounds of his moans and praises coming from the speakers egged you on.

“Ohhh, princess. You’re such a messy need girl, look at you.” You were so lost in your chase for release that it took you a second to process that Rafe was actually in the room with you.

Only when you heard his footsteps approaching you did your eyes travel upwards to look at him. He stops at the side of the bed and his large hand reaches up to cup your jaw, the pad of his thumb running across the drool on your chin. Your grinding on the pillow doesn’t let up as you nuzzle your face against his palm and take his thumb into your mouth, humming around it.

“Just my needy little pet, huh? Couldn’t wait for daddy.” Rafe tuts as his eyes drink in the sight before him. Your phone propped up with the video of the two of you playing. The way your ass giggles with each thrust of your hips, those little white thigh highs that hug the meat of your thighs deliciously and that glazed over fucked out look you’re giving him makes him feel like he could cum just looking at you.

“Can’t cum.” You pull your head back slightly so his finger falls from your mouth, a string of spit still connecting the digit and your lips. “Need you.”

“Yeah? You need me baby? Need me so bad you resorted to humping my pillow like a pathetic little puppy?” Rafe mock pouts at you as he roughly grips onto your hips so he can flip you onto your back.

You watch as he throws his shirt over his head and makes quick work of his button and zipper, pushing his pants down enough for his cock to spring free. He grabs onto your ankles to pull you to the edge of the bed before spreading your legs open wide for him.

“Look at this messy fuckin’ cunt. All desperate and needy for me.” He runs his fingers through your slippery folds before bringing them to his cock, using your juices as lube.

“Please daddy, please.” You whine and wiggle your hips as your pussy clenches around nothing, begging to be filled. Rafe lines himself up with your entrance and slams balls deep into you in one thrust. He starts fucking into you at a brutal pace that has your feeling like you’re going to cum already. “Oh fuuuckk, yes, yes, yes.”

“Yeah, that’s it, take this fuckin’ dick like a good little pet.” Rafe’s hand grips onto your throat and that’s all it takes to have you tumbling into an earth shattering orgasm. Your pussy flutters around him as your nails claw into his back, your body tensing underneath him.

“Oh god, oh fuck, daddy yes, fuck.” He fucks you through it and doesn’t let up, bullying your walls with his cock until you cum for him again and again. All while the video of him fucking you drones on in the background.

“So fuckin’ sexy baby, creaming all over me. Gonna fuck you full of my cum. You want it?” His grip on your throat tightens as his continues to pound into you.

“Yeah, give it to me, fill me up.” You open your mouth and stick out your tongue and Rafe knows what you want. He leans down to spit onto your pink muscle and it sends you both over the edge. His cock twitching inside you as your pussy milks him for all he’s worth.

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Summary: Terry makes a big mistake on Christmas Day. 

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!Reader

Word Count: 2,061

Warnings: Sexual themes

Previous: From Terrence, With Love + MASTERLIST

With the last hours of Christmas ticking away and their precious little girl safe and sound at her Papa and Maman’s house less than 15 minutes away, Terry and Patrice were free to let the abundance of alcohol and holiday cheer still buzzing in their systems from family dinner do the all talking. 

From her spot on the bed, Patrice bit her lip to calm the flame inside her body as she watched Terry’s bare back flex and tense while he slid a trio of black boxes from a secret spot on the top shelf of their closet. She’d been watching him all night, waiting for the best time to flash the car keys and rush him back into the house for alone time. The playing cards and second round of sweet potato pie could barely hit the dinner table before they were hastily throwing scarves around their necks and wishing everyone a final Merry Christmas.

“Baby, I need you,” Patrice commented, her voice impatient yet sultry under the influence of tequila. 

Terry looked over his shoulder with drooping lids and a lazy smile. “You keep talking to me like that and we might not open a single gift tonight.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

In their second Christmas as a married couple, they’d agreed to exchange their gifts in private to preserve the sentimental value of the moment and avoid prying eyes when the innocent giving took a turn toward their personal business.

Patrice carefully guarded small cache of packages topped with neat, black velvet bows and numbered based on the order she wanted Terry to unveil his surprises. She’d worked hard on the right mix of practical, sentimental, and sexy since the summer and couldn’t rest until Terry had unwrapped each one according to her very specific instructions. 

Though Terry didn’t have the same propensity for extravagance, he had spent the last three weeks bursting at the seams to watch his wife’s eyes light up with every overly expensive gift box lid popped. 

He carefully balanced each box in his arms on his way to the bed before gingerly placing them at her feet like precious rubies presented to a queen. The mattress dipped under his weight as he pressed on his hands and knees to lead their umpteenth french kiss since they’d escaped the family. 

“Wanna go first?” His question was nearly lost in a deep mumble once he focused his energy on dragging his lips and tongue frome her ear to her clavicle. 

“What if I made you go first instead?” 

He chuckled against her neck before pressing a kiss in a random spot. “Then I’ll do whatever you tell me. You know how much I love to follow your directions, Mrs. Richmond.”

The mention of her favorite title on the tip of his skilled tongue made Patrice’s body react with a visible shiver. He knew how to use his power as a willing listener to get exactly what he wanted. 

Patrice watched him slowly take his place at the head of the bed, one leg bent and propped while he watched her watch him with beautifully dark eyes under long lashes. Her bottom lip found itself trapped beneath her top row of teeth again to keep her thoughts in check. 

“Okay,” she spoke, barely above a whisper. “Start with this one.”

Tickets to an experience, a handmade coupon book for redeemable favors, and a digital album featuring racey photos and videos from a recent boudoir shoot all laddered up to Patrice’s final reveal. 

“Are these restraints for you or me,” he asked as he pulled the apparatus from its cozy spot inside of a discreet box. He eyed the small round spaces meant for his ankles and wrists before looking up at Patrice and her mischievous grin. 

She nodded. “Both of us. We don’t have to use them immediately but give it a thought. I’ll take good care of you, baby.” 

Uncertainty in Terry’s eyes and furrowed brows made Patrice crawl closer to capture his chin in her hand, allowing the tips of her stiletto nails to graze the fresh shaven skin on his face. He searched her disarming smile for confirmation. 

“You got me?” 

“The whole time. However you need me.” 

Gentle reassurance that she would, in fact, be there during their exploration seemed to satiate Terry long enough to ask for a kiss that quickly introduced large hands seeking refuge beneath the shirt of Patrice’s thin lounge set. Flashes of being under her control with nowhere to run fell somewhere between fear and undeniable arousal that manifested itself physically once she moved to straddle Terry’s waist per his quiet request. 

She leaned forward to nip at his neck. “Mmm, someone’s excited to see me. We should take a break so I can tell him hi.” 

“Feels like he ain’t the only one that’s excited,” he answered, attention shifting to the meeting in his lap. “C’mon, open your stuff first. Then we’ll move on.”

“We should skip me and double back after.”

Whining and a little begging wasn’t enough for Patrice to change Terry’s mind. He remained bullheaded with his desires, adding a quick smack to her ass as motivation to do as he asked and to preview what was to come if she was efficient in the process. 

The first gift, a sappy custom vinyl with all the love songs that made Terry think of her, earned him a heartfelt thank you and sweet kisses between murmured declarations of undying love. The newly restored and engraved wrist watch from her Nana’s collection nearly made her scream in appreciation that he’d been able to help her keep a family heirloom. 

She was so full gratitude and appreciation that, when she popped the lid off of the final gift and found a shining gold necklace adorned with a photo pendant of their daughter, she accepted it as commonplace. 

Terry listened with his eyes closed, waiting to hear the gasp he expected as Patrice pulled the item from its box. 

“Aw, baby, this is super cute. I’ll wear it everyday!” 

“Everyday is kinda excessive, don’t you think?” He asked, eyebrow pulled high while his eyes remained shut. 

He’d heard that prolonged wear could make the experience more comfortable, but multiple times a week struck him as odd even for his wife. 

“It’s a cute necklace. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Necklace? What are you…” A necklace? He’d purchased something for the other end of her body. She’d even picked a few out to guide his shopping. As his mental roladex sped through the list he’d compiled, sudden realization made his body grow hot with anxiety. 

His worst fear had materialized. 

Patrice watched Terry’s face morph into a uncharacteristic mix of horror and dread, painting winter pale light skin a faint red across his ears and forehead. His eyed opened wide while he frantically searched for his phone amongst the bed’s clutter. He moved without words and palpable fear that started to transfer to Patrice as his grip on her thigh tightened. 

She started to help him look though she didn’t know for what exactly. “Terrence, what is wrong with you? I like the necklace! Talk!” 

Nothing. Not even a second glance as he pulled his cellphone from beneath a box lid and feverishly tapped at the screen. 

“Answer. C’mon, c’mon.” The line on the other end rang twice, three times, and an agonizing forth until the intended party answered with hearty laughter. “Imani! Can you hear me?” 

“Yeah, I can hear you, love. What you need?” 

He took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to gather the necessary words to remain vague but thorough. Patrice leaned in closer in hopes of receiving the information that he was withholding. 

“I…made a really big mistake and I need your help without judgement.” 

“Oh-kay. Is this a drug heist or something?” 

“Say what you mean, TJ.” 

Terry shot a look in Patrice’s direction, earning a mouthed ‘what’ as opposition. “I mixed up gifts for Treece and my mama. If she opens that box and sees what’s inside, she gon’ think less of me. I need you to get that back.” 

“What’s in it?” 

“It’s personal.”

“Clearly,” she laughed. “But what is it? We family!”

“Imani, please don’t make me say it.” 

The guilt in his voice helped put the pieces together for Patrice, widening the pit of anxiety she already felt. Think less of him? What would Diedra think of her once she saw what her sweet daughter-in-love was doing to corrupt her only son?

Understanding the gravity of the situation, Imani cleared her throat and ended her prying as quickly as it had begun.

“I actually don’t wanna know anymore. Keep it to yourself,” she answered. “Can you at least tell me where the gift is? And if I should wear a glove when I touch it?”

Terry sighed. “You don’t need a glove but I do need you to explain in as little detail as possible that she has the wrong gift and that I’ll take her to brunch and give her the right one tomorrow. If she asks, just tell her to call me.” 

“Please believe me when I say you never had to worry about me telling Ms. Dee Dee that her son likes to buy all kinds of gadgets and gizmos to keep his nasty wife excited.” 

“Hey! I can hear you!” 

“I know you can! And, honestly, do your thing, friend. We’ll talk on the side.” 

“We will,” Patrice added, flipping her pressed hair over her shoulder for added flair. “Thank you, Moanie! We owe you.” 

Another reminder of her duties from Terry and a laundry list of potential repayments sent Imani on a covert mission to recover the goods and ease their worries. 

Patrice’s hands blazed a soothing path from her husband’s chest to his ears to softly rub the area while she pressed a kiss to his lips that he feebily returned. The thought of his mother opening that small black box in front family members and finding his initials enscribed on an aquamarine gem meant to grace his wife where the sun didn’t often shine was enough to exhaust Terry more than any workout ever could. 

His heartrate began to slow once Patrice reminded him to breathe with calming instructions for him to match her rhythm. 

She spoke against his cheek after adding a kiss. “Was it the silicone one I showed you? With your birthstone on it?” 

“Mhm. You convinced me and I looking forward to seeing it in you tonight. Now that’s ruined.” 

“Ruined? Oh, baby,” she cooed into his ear, one hand traveling south to wedge itself between them and reignite a waning fire. She giggled when he tensed and released a shaky breath that fanned across her neck. “How can it be ruined when he’s still so happy to see me. You sure you don’t wanna finish what we started?”

“A little.” 

“What can I do to turn that little into a lot? I’ll do anything.” 

“Anything?” 

Sliding her tongue against the shell of his ear before a beginning a slow kiss kicked Terry into overdrive just as she intended. Anticipation mingled with desire. Desire became primal urges fighting for freedom. Urges made Terry groaned into Patrice’s mouth as a reminder that he while he was typically calm and collected, there was a still man inside that craved physical contact. 

Patrice lowered her voice to reiterate her point. “Anything. All you have to do is tell me what you want.”

Like a moth to a bright light, Terry’s fingers danced across the bed to connect with the cold metal attached the restraints that both and intrigued and terrified him. Patrice listened to the chains clink against each other as he pulled them closer, a smile creeping across her face when their eyes met. 

“You’re gonna go first. Arms in front or behind?” 

“In front. Like this.” 

Seeing her wrists pressed tightly together, the motion lifting her clothed breasts higher, was the perfect demonstration for a visual learner. It wasn’t long before Patrice found herself fully exposed, bound, and waiting for further instructions upside down at the edge of the bed. 

Tonight, the teacher would be the student, receiving gift after gift after shaking, breathless, filthy gift. Crisis averted. A Merry Christmas, indeed.

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I was watching the bts videos yesterday including the making of the opening credits and Mr. Anderson said “We added plaques to the back of chairs and Neil chose who to honour on them”.

He’s referring to the chairs we briefly see in the theatre where Aziraphale is doing his magic act:

Left to right: A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen and The Crow Road by Iain Banks.

I want to focus on these three in a row specifically because Neil chose to put those books there in that order and I had something of an epiphany last night about it all when insomnia was chewing on my toes.

These three books have also been mentioned out loud in the show in episode 2 when Gabriel is reorganising the shelves:

“It was the day my grandmother exploded” - The Crow Road

“It is a truth universally acknowledged-” - Pride and Prejudice

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times” - A Tale of Two Cities

For those unfamiliar with the books, I’ll do a quick potted summary of each, with a focus on why I think they’re relevant and especially why the order of the chairs in the theatre feels relevant.

A Tale of Two Cities

Set during the French revolution with one lead who is an aristocrat who has stepped away from his class and background to support the less fortunate than himself because he disagrees with the way they did things. Also, he changed his name because he doesn’t want to be associated with the place where he came from.

The big culmination of the books is when said man is betrayed and set to be executed, but his friend takes his place. There is very literally a body swap by someone who looks very like him in order to save his life. This body-swap is done out of love.

aka - season 1.

Pride and Prejudice

Two people from very different class backgrounds have a very very bumpy start to their relationship because of misinterpretation, miscommunication and a lot of external pressure put on them by the rules of their respective societies. Both of them have different information and because of that, both of them are seeing exactly the same situation very differently. One of them tries to express his affection, but does it so badly that the other tells him there is no chance she will join him.

aka - season 2

The Crow Road

A young man tries to solve a mystery of someone’s disappearance using only the papers they left behind, with said young man’s background rooted in faith and belief in a higher power. There’s also a secondary plot about emotional growth into a more mature and more fulfilling relationship.

(And wouldn’t you know it, it’s the book handed to Muriel by Crowley, who tells them they’ll like it, and the Metatron comments on it)

aka - season 3

Needless to say, I am quite excited :)

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Jeremy Brett (My Fair Lady)—"...he was beautiful. A strange adjective to use in describing a man. I use it not to suggest effeminacy or a kind of male prettiness, but in the same way I would use it to describe a throughbred stallion, Michelangelo's David or Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue. There was with Jeremy Huggins [Brett's non- stage name] a perfection and sublime symmetry in his features that was beautiful." [quote from "Bending the Willow" by David Stuart Davies]

Toshiro Mifune (Rashumon, Seven Samurai, Grand Prix, Stray Dog)—i love and respect my boi tab hunter (rest in peace you beautiful, beautiful man ❤️), but after i watched like 12 of his movies in a row on tcm last year, i ALSO love and respect toshiro mifune, son of a literal actual hatamoto’s (a high-ranking samurai) daughter, also very possibly related to the best judokan EVER, AND, he’s the guy who SHOULD have been obi-wan kenobi. the fact that he’s ALSO hot as hell just adds to his appeal.

This is one of four polls in the tournament quarterfinals. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage man.

THIS POLL LASTS FOR 24 HOURS.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Jeremy Brett propaganda:

"according to critic Kenneth Tynan a 'too beautiful' Hamlet."

"he’s such a himbo sunshine boy in my fair lady"

“not technically propaganda because it won’t let me save the images but just found out my bi king jeremy brett played patroclus https://www.jeremy-brett.fr/crbst_183.html and also apparently dorian gray in the 60s and basil hallward in the 70s?? range.”

"...as a dashing D'Artagnan in The Three Musketeers (1966/67) (Duelling is no problem! XD)”

“dropping to sleep - Jeremy is far too handsome to play d'art and also too tall, lol”

Toshiro Mifune propaganda:

"In addition, he spoke fluent mandarin and every time he was casted in foreign films, he said his lines in the language of the movie (although they ended up dubbing him. He wasn’t happy about it though).”

Submitted: this gifset

Also submitted: this video (yes, that one)

"Crucial Toshiro Mifune propaganda: THOSE LEGS."

"That is hella muscle. Go watch The Hidden Fortress, aka Star Wars A New Hope. His thighs deserve an award."

[woso-dreamzzz]

Call Up II

Hardersson x Teen!Reader

Part of the Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Zećira and Frido's reactions

You sit out the front of Millie's house, staring down at your phone.

Zećira's smiling contact picture looks back at you. Your finger hovers over the call button. You're not too sure how to start this off. You can see Morsa pacing up and down the road, as she talks to moster Frido and you look back down at Zećira's picture.

"Hey," She says when the call is picked up," What's up? You never call."

You laugh a little awkwardly. "I..er..." You definitely didn't think this far ahead. "I actually have some news."

You can practically hear Zećira's eye roll. "Don't tell me your mothers are doing something stupid again. I can only take so much of Magda falling out of trees."

"It's about me, actually."

You could hear the moment Zećira went serious. There's some rustling on her side of the phone as she moves about.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," You say, biting at your lip," I was just wondering if you want to come watch me play."

"For Arsenal? Sorry, y/n, I know the derby is tomorrow but I'm busy until lunch. I won't be able to make it."

"No," You say," During the international break."

"Oh, then yeah, I'm free. So long as you get Pernille to send me directions. I'm telling you the roads in Denmark aren't natural. They-"

"In Sweden, actually," You cut her off," With the senior team."

There's silence for a moment and then an odd little squeaking sound.

"For our senior team? For Sweden?"

"Yeah, for Sweden."

Silence again.

"You got called up?! When?!"

"A few minutes ago," You reply," There's three friendlies. One for each keeper so I'm actually going to get game time."

"Are you serious?"

"Would I lie?"

"You sort me out with tickets, do you hear me? And...And...You're going to be wearing a Sweden shirt?"

"No more wearing yours," You laugh.

"When do you go back home? After the derby? I'll send you something. I don't know what but I'll send you something, okay? Have you told Frido yet?"

"Morsa's calling her now."

"Okay...okay..." She takes several deep breaths. "Video call me tonight so I can sort everything out, alright? God, I'm so proud of you."

You had just dropped the call when Morsa comes hurrying over. She shoves her phone into your ear.

"Congratulations!"

"Thanks, moster."

"I called it," Moster Frido boasts," I said to your mothers that we'd see you in a Sweden jersey one day. I love being right."

You laugh a little bit in disbelief. "You can't have known."

"I did," Frido insists," Although, I did assume it would be as a forward."

You roll your eyes. "But you're fine with it being as a keeper?"

"Well," Frido says with a laugh," So long as when your kids are named Frido, we have enough to fill all positions, I'm happy with you as a keeper."

You huff in amusement. "Bold of you to assume they'd be named after you."

"Bold of you to assume that I won't be front row watching you next month."

You perk up. "You're coming?"

"You think I'd miss your first game on the senior team?" Frido asks back," I don't know if they'll be selling your shirts yet. I'll have to DIY my own."

Your cheeks go a little red at that. You hadn't thought about people selling your shirt. They didn't sell shirts at the youth level. It had never really crossed your mind.

But you also knew what moster Frido was like. You knew how embarrassing she was.

"Please don't."

"I will," She promises," Just you wait."

Momma pops her head out the door. "Millie said dinner's ready."

"I have to go," You say to Frido," I've got a match tomorrow. I need to eat."

"Alright," Frido says," I'll see you soon, alright? Front row."

"Front row," You confirm," Love you, moster Frido."

"Love you too, little monster."

[chrissvalentine]

✧˖*° ࿐ on cam , part two. ⋆· ˚ ༘*

read part one & part three

pairings: fwb!matt & enemy!chris x reader

summary: a few days after what happened between you and chris, matt takes you out to the movies & you two start to get a lil freaky. (chris does something unexpected is all i’ll say 😁)

warnings: making out, getting caught, semi-public, fwb

notes: hi guys special SPECIAL thanks to @monroesturnns for this amazing idea for a part two, ily bae. i can already tell this is going to need another part if i rly wanna get into the plot 😈😈

after you and chris got all cleaned up, you were washing your face in the sink of chris’ bathroom when you started to feel guilty. what you and chris just did must’ve been wrong, you and matt had a thing, and that was his brother that practically had you drooling just fifteen minutes ago.

you tried to push away the guilty feeling. making excuses, you and matt weren’t together anyway, and this was just a one time thing, right?

but it wasn’t, the following few days, you and chris fucked anytime you got the chance. nick and matt were on stream? you and chris would be fucking in the next room over. nick and matt were out buying things for a video? chris would have you bent over matt’s bathroom counter.

it was like you two couldn’t get enough of each other, but deep down you both knew that it was wrong.

on the one day you and chris hadn’t fucked, matt decided to take you out to the movies. it was a rainy day outside, so what better was there to do? other than sneak around with chris.

you two arrived at the movies, paid for your tickets and snacks, then headed to the correct theater. you were there to see ‘a quiet place: day one’ ironic.

you got sat in your seats, getting comfy. matt always picked the back row. not necessarily hoping something would happen, but ‘just incase’.

there was quiet chatter throughout the theater, friends excitedly bantering about what they thought what would take place in the movie. but you and matt? no. you two were already all over each other.

the moment the lights began to dim, matt slithered his arm around your waist, and the other tugging at your sweater. obviously, you couldn’t take it off, so he snaked his free hand in your sweater. luckily for him, you weren’t wearing a bra.

he pulled you closer to him, gently squeezing your tits as his mouth made his way to yours. his movements slow at first, but speeding up when a louder preview blared through the theater.

you two continued like this for the majority of the previews, and the beginning of the movie.

still all over each other, and in your own world, you both were startled when a concerned mother approached your seats. she whispered through a stern voice and gritted teeth, “what is wrong with you two? me and my kids are trying to enjoy this movie, not this movie.” she said as she swatted at you two, then storming off, back to her seat.

once the woman left, you and matt turned to each other. a smile instantly wiping across both of your faces.

you both laughed it off, then actually starting to watch the movie.

about halfway through, matt feels a buzz in his pocket. he fished for his phone, then started scrolling though his recent notifications.

chris had texted him. it wasn’t unusual, they were brothers after all, but what was unusual was what the text read.

‘this yo girl?’ *attatchment: 1 video*

notes: edged yall

taglist: @breesturns @pixxiies @submattenthusiast @miss-delicious @dominicfikeenthusiast

[felassan]

Dragon Age: The Veilguard info compilation Post 5

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

[There are also a series of 'lil snippets' posts where I was just chucking together bits and pieces that I saw at other times: one, two, three, four, five, six]

Post is under a cut due to length.

There is a lot of information coming out right now about DA:TV from many different sources. This post is just an effort to compile as much as I can in one place, in case that helps anyone. Sources for where the information came from have been included. Where I am linking to a social media user’s post, the person is either a dev, a Dragon Age community council member or other person who has had a sneak peek at and/or played the game. nb, this post is more of a ‘info that came out in snippets from articles and social media posts’ collection rather than a ‘regurgitating the information on the official website or writing out what happened in the trailer/gameplay reveal’ post. The post is broken down into headings on various topics. A few points are repeated under multiple headings where relevant. Where I am speculating without a source, I have clearly demarcated this. if you notice any mistakes in this post, please tell me.

For notes in here on community council things in particular, I recommend to listen to the vid directly, it's always better hearing things first-hand ^^

Character Creation

"The diverse body and gender options make it an industry leader by a signifcant margin" [source]

"BioWare was keen to highlight the hair strand technology that looked very similar to that seen in FIFA and EA FC, also made under EA's roof" [source]

"Fine tuning sliders that allowed for microscopic adjustments of nose angles, it was clear that a lot of options exist to get the smallest possible body parts exactly right" [source]

"There's no specific genital customisation to be oversold as CDPR did but, much like Saints Row, there is an option for bulge customisation" [source]

Pronoun choice, gender identity, body type, and voice choice are 4 separate options, not tied together [source]

Height is customised on a slider [source]

Size is customized on a triangle like in Saints Row: the 'points' are fat, slim and muscular [source]

The different lighting options are 4 different settings: clean, bright, dim, sunset [source]

In CC you can also try out what Rook looks like in their starting rags, in typical mid-game armor, and some level 50 gear (class appropriate for each one) [source]

There's a way for you to modify your character's look once the game has started if you want to make some tweaks [source: the official Discord]

You can be any class and choose any backstory/faction, any race, any gender [source]

Story and lore

On meeting Neve in the opening, if Rook chooses to say the positive dialogue option (I think this is the thumbs up one, "You rescued yourself, I see") they say something like, "It looks like you're doing pretty well by yourself huh?" [source]

According to someone who played the game at SGF, the game has a Mass Effect 2 Suicide Mission feel to it [source]

The Shadow Dragons are kind of an anti-Venatori faction, sort of. [source] A freedom force. [source]

The Mourn Watch are kind of like the police for the Grand Necropolis [source]

The Veil Jumpers are kind of like weird magical investigators, weird magical nerds [source]

The moment right after the gameplay video ends is 👀❗❗...? [source]

On the timeskip, the Community Council were told that they were going to make it about the same amount of time in-game as the amount of time that passed in real life from the time most people would have last played DA:I [source]

Rook's faction is also referenced outside of the intro segment of the game [source]

In the gameplay reveal video that we saw, some of the Evanuris statue assets at Solas' ritual site are doubled up in error, i.e. some of them have the wrong heads. This is not supposed to be the case, they are supposed to each have a different head (bear in mind this was an early build and isn't the final build of the game) [source]

Characters, companions, romance

Go [here] to see some DA:TV doodles of the characters that a dev drew this year and last year. :> the hidden doodle is a version of Rook, hidden as they have not yet shown any of the possible hairstyles for Rook outside of the gameplay reveal video. [source]

It is Lucanis who has the purple wings [source]

His name is pronounced "Loo-khan-ess Day-ah-MORT-ey" [source]

Lucanis is hands-down "the sole dumpster fire of the crew". Mary "wrote him specifically to be a bisexual disaster of a human. You're welcome." [source]

As a name 'Rook' is closer to 'Inquisitor' than 'Hawke' [source]

The Community Council highly requested there to be 4 voices for Rook. They kept bringing it up [source] (there are 4 voices for Rook)

The Solas face model has been tweaked "a hundred times" [source]

Gameplay, presentation, performance etc

Rook can jump [source: the official Discord]

Rook can sprint [source: the official Discord]

Warrior gameplay (or at least one build of this) involves doing the right parry timing to lead to a certain attack [source]

Warriors have a dropkick ability, enemies can be dropkicked off cliffs using this [source]

According to someone who played the game at SGF said that the game ran smoothly and didn't have any bugs [source]

Companions can have an ability that heals Rook even when they are not mages [source]

Sword and shield warrior's ranged skill is like, boomeranging their shield over there [source]

In terms of the 'the game isn't open world, it's mission-based' stuff, it could be likened to Trespasser in this regard [source]

The first time the Community Council played, they asked if there is a photomode. BioWare said no, and the Council were like 'aw that really sucks, we really wanted one'. The next time that they went to play it, BioWare introduced them to a dev and said "Okay, we have photo mode, all thanks to this guy". "So there is one particular dev we all need to be kissing the feet of" because he figured out photo mode. [source] [nb, more on the Photo Mode situation here]

The current build of the game is not the final build of the game. A few things are currently being vigorously worked on [source]

Other

Someone who played the game at SGF was told that all of the choices and consequences were in the game, and that basically the team are just polishing things up right now [source]

The number of community members on the Community Council is in the double digits and they are from all walks of life. They don't have any contracts which say that they can only say positive things; they can be as negative as they want about DA media. Not every member of the council has said publicly that they were part of the group, there is nothing mandating them to do so [source]. They have not played the full game [source] and they tested it on consoles [source]. A lot of them ended up liking the gameplay [source]. They played some of the main story but they don't know how it ends. At one point they did three days of playtesting from like 9am-4pm daily. "I liked the quality, I liked what was going on, I was very invested. I did have some worries from the first playtest that were completely resolved in the second". "If you are someone who is into the story, I think we're safe, in the clear, I think we're okay. What I saw, I was really enjoying, I'm really excited about" [source]

The name change also surprised the community council. They aren't keen on the 'the'. There are a lot of things that they said to BioWare which, sometimes things just cannot change as it's too late. [source]

They did not see the finished game trailer before it released, and at that time it might have had a different song in it. They fed back that the version of the trailer that they saw was fine (what they saw was a bit different) [source]

BioWare have data on the percentage of people who used tactical view in DA:I and it's in the single digits [source]

Upkeep of the The Keep is a lot and it goes down like once a month. There have been times when it was down for weeks at a time [source]

[eringobragh420]

🖤 Pairing: Damian Priest x Black!f!Reader 🖤 Summary: Sequel to Breeding. During the pregnancy, the soon- to-be-parents navigate their way through superstitions, a gender reveal, and TikTok videos. 🛑 Warnings: None 🖤 Tag list: @pittieprincess22If, @cyberdejos2, @brideofinfamy, @rainbowdreams-x, @headcaseproductions1, @bearbutlikeprincessbear If you’d like to be added, please click here! 🖤 Requested By: @wrestlingbaby Hope you enjoy! 🖤 MASTERLIST

First Trimester

“Wait, wait, wait,” Damian interrupted, rubbing his forehead. “So you’re saying … you’re saying I can’t tell my parents we’re having a baby for another month?”

“I’m not saying you can’t,” his girlfriend replied. The two of them sat on the very couch she’d told him she was pregnant on, facing each other. “I’m saying it’s something we do in my culture. It’s a practice that’s been passed down for—”

“It’s a superstition,” Damian remarked.

She rolled her eyes. “Fine, whatever, it’s a superstition. All I’m asking is that you please respect that. And I really don’t think I’m asking too much. It’s one month.” Damian sighed, gazing softly at her, and really, she’d known he would cave the whole time, but she had to let him get his argument in.

“Alright,” he conceded, “but, hey.” He pointed at her. “Thirteen weeks and a day, and I’m callin’ my mom.”

She giggled. “Of course.”

“And I’m not letting her yell at me the whole time either.”

She gasped, hand on her chest. “You would honestly make your pregnant girlfriend—” Damian tilted his head, eyes wide. “Okay, fine. Crybaby.”

Now he was offended, and he lunged at her suddenly. Even for his giant frame, he was somehow still so gentle and careful with her as he laid her back on the cushions. He kissed her lips, her cheeks, eyes, and all she could do was smile. She might have even purred. Damian moved down her body, avoiding her breasts after her complaint that her nipples were too sensitive to even be looked at, lifting up her shirt when he came to her belly. He kissed her cocoa skin before laying his head down. She brushed her fingers through his soft hair.

“I’m just excited about Damian Junior,” he mumbled against her belly button.

“I am not naming my child Damian Junior,” his girlfriend replied.

“Yeah, well, we can talk about it.”

“The hell we will,” she uttered to herself. And to Damian she said, “I probably shouldn’t even ask, but if it’s a girl—”

“Damina.”

“Oh, lord.”

“Junior.”

“Okay, get off me.” 

💜💜💜

Second Trimester

The party was a little more complex and involved than she’d wanted, but who was she to deny Damian a wrestling-themed gender reveal? Their backyard was beautiful grass, followed by soft sand, and finally, the warm, salty ocean. Usually. Today there was an almost-regulation size wrestling ring surrounded by comfortable chairs, which is where everyone was gathered as Rhea Ripley made her entrance. Her gear was a lot less risqué and a hell of a lot more pink, and she represented a baby girl. Dominik Mysterio was next, greeted by boos simply because of who he was, dressed in blue, representing a baby boy.

Damian and his girlfriend sat in the front row, Damian with his arm around her shoulders, as they watched the match. Rhea and Dom went back and forth for a short while, entertaining the crowd, before it was time for the big reveal. They performed an intricate sequence, which ended in Rhea successfully executing a Riptide, and after a three-count, she was declared the winner, and the baby revealed to be a girl. Damian and his girlfriend turned to each other, both smiling wildly as they hugged one another. She couldn’t help but boast that she’d known all along, Damian rolling his eyes, mumbling for her to take it easy.

The following week on Raw, Damian’s girlfriend watching on television from their home as a surprising bout of morning sickness had prevented her from traveling with him, Damian made his normal entrance. But at the end, he turned his back to the camera that was zooming in, and on the back of the leather jacket he wore were the words girl dad. When again he faced the camera, he winked at the lens, and his girlfriend, now a sobbing mess on the couch, knew it was for her. 

💜💜💜

Third Trimester

Damian set his phone on the counter, making sure his girlfriend was in the frame as she was washing dishes before he pressed record. He approached her from behind, brushing her braids from her shoulder so he could pepper butterfly kisses along the crook of her neck. His big hands slid under her swollen belly and he lifted, relieving the pressure on her back, and her hands fell into the soapy water as she all but collapsed against him. Damian chuckled.

“Oh, wow,” his girlfriend moaned.

“How’s that feel?” Damian asked, though the answer was obvious. 

“You know you’re gonna have to stay like this until I push this baby out, right?” she replied, hardly kidding.

“Absolutely,” Damian replied. “I would do anything for the ladies in my life.” Their daughter chose that moment to kick against his hand a few times, and his embrace tightened around them both. “She must’ve heard me.”

“She always kicks when you’re close.”

💜💜💜

Damian officially announced the birth of their daughter on Instagram three months after her birth, though the WWE community’s speculation was always on point. The photo was only of the baby’s tiny feet, his thumb and his girlfriend’s thumb also in the frame, and it received over a million likes. Their family hadn’t seen the baby either, according to another cultural superstition, which had caused a bit of an outcry on his side, but he’d stood his ground—it was important to the mother of his child, which meant it was important to him.

“She’s perfect,” Damian quietly said as the couple stood beside their daughter's crib, simply watching her sleep.

“Because she’s part you,” his girlfriend said. 

Damian smiled, hugging her to him. “And part you.” A moment of silence and then, “Little Damina.”

“That is not her name!”

[fairlyang]

18+ smut. mystery girl cont. 1.2🕷️

w/c: 999

tags: 18+ smut. going back, no luck, adult theater, voyeurism, getting ate out, cut short

a/n: alright fuck it I’m making it into a mini series! gonna try to write more parts w less than 1K words only. just for fun!!

part 1.2 — part 1.3

you sat on his dick for five minutes and the only reason you got up was because your friend helped you. his cum dripped out of you but why let it go to waste?

you fixed your panties so no more would come out besides maybe dripping down your thighs. you were barely able to stand up right so your friend held you up as best as she could as she led you out the sex store and towards her car.

after dreamily rambling about his dick making you feel heaven on earth, it was a no brainer you were going to go again.

so the following night you did. you went in a cute little sundress but decided to not wear panties. you only kept your bra on so your tits could pop in case this time around Miguel decided to get out of the hole.

you made your way to the back, following the directions your friend showed you last night and the room was packed.

there were two girls waiting for their turn off to the side just watching the other girls. you got a little closer just to see if Miguel was there, and he seemed like a big man.

but you didn’t see anyone who looked like him. all the men had pale skin. so unlucky.

you then had the brilliant idea of going to the store’s adult theater which was apparently close according to your friend. “Just go through the double doors.” she told you in case you wanted to try it.

you went out of the room and the double rooms were right across. that makes it easy.

you went into them and at first it was dark until you walked inside a little more and you could hear moans from all over.

there was a projector displaying some porn movie and three rows of recliner seats for each side. about six seats per row so it was a decent amount. three rows per side which instantly has you noticing the left side was all men, helping each other out and to the right were a few men surrounding two girls.

you quietly walked to the back row and sat by the middle seats, you had such high hopes but at least you can enjoy yourself a little anyway since you were there.

only bad thing was you didn’t have panties and you’d be exposed. oh well.

you reclined the chair back a little and slowly spread your legs apart, while rubbing your right hand up and down your thigh. you looked up at the screen and it was playing a porn about a girl and her hot older neighbor.

perfect motivation.

you brought your left hand up and started to squeeze your left breast as the video progressed. the girl got on her knees and took the man’s cock out, it was a thick one.

you nearly frowned but then felt someone sit down to your right. you wanted to take a peak but you didn’t. you just continued teasing yourself when you heard a groan and couldn’t help but look.

your prayers were answered and there was the hot older man whose cock had you in a whirlwind.

your eyes looked at the thick cock that gave you the fucking you’ve been needing and you were nearly drooling. you bit your lip and closed your legs to rub your thighs together before looking up at his face.

he was already looking at you. watching your movements, how you squeezed your thighs together, and how you were still squeezing your breast.

his eyes then finally met yours and it was like he somehow put it together. he was only taking a guess because he didn’t know what his mystery girl looked like.

he only knew how you felt.

you decided to whisper something to him, you wanted him to know.

you turned and leaned in towards him, he leaned in as well and that alone had you feeling nervous but you whispered anyway, “I rode you last night.”

he chuckles and gives you a grin. his pants were already starting to feel tight.

of course it was a pretty thing like you. someone he could never have his hands on in public but definitely in a place like this.

he stood up then got in front of you before dropping to his knees. you gasped and your eyes widened when he spread your legs open, lifting your dress up only to find your bare pussy all glossy already.

he looked up at you and you felt your face go warm. a smirk formed on his lips and instead of saying something, he went straight to work on your pussy. he started sucking on your clit as he wrapped his arms around your thighs and he just fucking knew you would taste as delicious as you felt.

he moaned against your clit sending vibrations all over your body before he started going down and began lapping at your folds as if it were his last meal. you moaned and brought a hand down to his hair, lightly tugging on it.

you bit your lip and started to grind your hips up making him move with you. your eyes roll to the back of your head and you couldn’t help the whimper that escaped your lips.

he was eating your pussy as if it was his last day on earth and had no care about breathing. his face was buried in your pussy, just absolutely obsessed with how sweet you taste. he should’ve known you’d taste fucking perfect.

“Fuck Miguel- feels so good.” You moaned making him groan against you.

he was already hard as a rock and he wanted to feel you so bad already.

unfortunately it would have to wait because some of the men broke out in a fight and he gave you an apologetic smile as he went on to stop them but then mouthed that you should go.

next part

[wwaheoh]

"Running Into Them at the Mall", Cunning Hares x gn!Reader, SFW, Fluff

a/n: can you tell i'm even worse at writing happy things?

At the mall, you were perusing through some movie tapes, action, comedy, horror… nothing that you felt was good enough for the Cunning Hares Weekly Movie Night. Usually you’d go to the video store on Sixth Street, Random Play, to find movies, but since you’d heard about them having to make a new account and helping Wise save Belle from the Hollow, you didn’t want to also put pressure on them to get more movies when their main income was basically gone for the time being.

Sifting through the remainder of the ‘New Release’ row, a familiar voice rang out from behind you.

Nicole ///

“Hey! Looking for a movie?” You could hear the smile in her voice. Looking back, Nicole got close, in her usual getup, hair a soft pink, basically pressing against you as she looked at the movie you had been reading the description of. “Ooh~ cheating on Random Play huh?” She spoke with a playful, teasing tone, slyly wrapping her hand around yours to get a better look at the movie you were checking out “No! Just heard about everything and don’t want to impose. I think we've watched everything there ten fold.”

“Mm, and you didn’t want to come with me to the mall?” “You got your nails done, they’d take longer to be finished than it would to check out all the movies in this whole store!” She looks at you with a deadpan expression, “Hey, perfection comes with time (and money).”

After picking out a movie, you rented the tape out for the week, before heading to the food court to grab some food before home. You realize that she had basically gotten you to buy her free lunch for the day before heading back to the base…

Billy ///

“Yo!” An artificial voice of Billy spoke behind you, nearly spooking your soul out of you. For such a loud metal-bodied guy, he was surprisingly quiet. “Whatcha looking for?” He peaked over your shoulder, “Ahh, mm, never thought you’d like this sorta movie? It ain’t Starlight Knights: The Movie but whatever, c’mon! There’s an arcade here, heard they got God•Finger, gotta get my name onto the top of the leaderboard!”

Giggling at his antics you agreed, but you reminded him that you had to pay before leaving. The movie you got wasn’t particularly your kind of movie, more dramatic and less action-y explosion-y type.

He got Number One on the Leaderboard, with you landing at Number Three.

Anby ///

Turns out, Anby was also shopping at the mall, having accidentally taken the shopping list you made- that you’d forgotten at the base.

“Hello.” The usual monotone voice had a happy tone to it, something hard to hear had you not been as close to her as you were. Turning from the movie you’d been reading the description of, you waved with a smile. “Hey Anby! Wanted to try a different spot to find a movie.” She nodded, crouching next to you to read the text on the movie cover you were holding. “This doesn’t seem to be the type of movie you’re usually interested in.”

“Yeah, been just browsing for now… wait. Why are you here? Don’t you pick next week?” “Huh? The shopping list I picked up said I was to find a movie for this week.”

You looked at the bag she held in her hand. You looked at the bag you had resting by your side. You looked at her cute face, soft white hair framing it like a picture.

“That was my shopping list.” You broke the news to her.

“Oh.”

“That was $40.”

“Nicole’s going to blow a lid.”

“Yeah…”

The two of you went through the extensive inventory of movies available in the shop, choosing one the two of you believed Nicole would like. Maybe this would save you two from Nicole’s wrath.

Nekomiya ///

a/n: i didn't forget her this time!

“Ooh? Looking for a movie?” You nearly jumped out of your skin. The sneakiness of a street cat- er, catgirl, was not to be underestimated. “What’re ya thinking?”

“Hey Nekomiya, just browsing. Nothing’s really catching my eye.” “Well, y'know what they say! You can’t think on an empty stomach, meow!” You stared at her with a deadpan expression. “Did you come here all the way just for some free lunch?”

“Aha… no! (Maybe).” You sighed, but understood. Commissions had been low recently, on the account of Nicole- and by extension the whole of the Cunning Hares, working to aid the citizens in the lawsuit against that corrupt construction company. Awful business that.

“Alright, c’mon. I’ll go check out, then let’s get some fish in that belly!” “Hey! Not all of us want fish!” “Then what do you want?” ”Mackerel…” “That’s fish.”

Bringing the video tape to the front, you paid before making your way over to the food court with Nekomiya.

[stormblessed95]

Watching Are You Sure?! EP 8 Finale

A reminder of how I do these reaction posts as I watch things. I just write my reactions and thoughts down literally they happen. Think more of a bullet point format. I'll include links when I can to videos, thanks to the people who twt who upload clips and to @dstdes for providing so many of my linked video clips. And at the end, I'll do a better wrap up of all my opinions. I hope everyone enjoyed the show, I can't believe it's over!!

JK turning on Korea's top hits on the radio and both their songs playing one after the other. They KNOW they are powerful. I like them seeing/hearing that evidence though first hand 🥰 Jikook can't be separated, even on the radio!*

JK mentioning the Park Jimin summoning spell 😭😂 lmfao I love it

"this is the boyfriend shot" Jimin says THREE TIMES IN A ROW. we get it, he said this is what it looks like to go out on a date with Jungkook. And Jimin is the one who gets to do that 😅😂🥰🥰🥰 goodness. What was that Jimin? Lol honestly though, it was a cute and cozy picture!

Did the head chef just gift them one of everything on the menu?! Lmao they have so much food!!

JK telling Jimin to basically just strip naked because he went to go undo his pants buckle because he was so full but it was already undone was such a wild statement and comment to make?? The fuck? Lmao and Jimin replying with a meme was hysterical. Joking yet blushing. Top notch 😂😂 loved it. Love them. We aren't even 20 minutes into the episode yet And that was so out of pocket 😂🤣

JK being so tickled over teasing Jimin and making him come back to the car to get him 🤣 they are so funny!

Jimin dancing SNTY 😍

Their giggles over the beds?? Lol it has to be because they saw photos originally and saw the staff had separated out the beds to be separate when they originally weren't and then still gave them matching PJs to wear 🤣🤣 idk why they would do that? Lol they aren't strangers to sharing a bed lol

Jungkook teasing Jimin over the scuzzi 😂😂

Jimin putting snowballs on his head while in the hottub lol the way JK watched him. Love 😍

Not rock paper scissors to have to lay down in the snow 🤣 Jimin forcing JK to follow through on the punishment he thought up 🤣🤣🤣 the way Jimin called him baby as JK gave him the biggest puppy eyes trying to get out of having to do it 🥺🥺🥺

Jimin just laying on the floor at the bottom of the stairs while JK has his snack. Lmfao the call and response singing they had is so cute and what a song choice! 😂 Jimin saying he likes randomly laying/sprawling/rolling on the floor at home too 😂

Them reacting to episode 1 of AYS was NOT on my bingo called but im so happy about it! The editors joking with them and their interaction with the staff made me so happy too! It was also really funny them admitting to having a hard time editing the show 😂

Their giggles heal something in my soul 🥰

And the way they are sitting so close and kept their feet touching almost the entire time?? 🥰🥰🥰

Jimin's head in JKs lap at some point while watching too. I love them

JK acting a fool in the kitchen while cooking to make Jimin laugh 🥰🥰🥰

Jimin calling JK " Honey" 🥺🥺🥺 he wanted to cheers their glasses, but he called him honey. Cute

Not them teasing each other over their snores and sleeping habits 😂

"Jimin doesn't like it when someone touches his head" JK says, while rubbing his head with Jimin unbothered. Lol Jimin will let that man do ANYTHING to him 😂 and idk if JK was trying to tease Jimin or us by flexing his privilege in our face. Probably both 😂

JK saying driving on smaller roads like this is romantic. Jimin saying "this is romance, this is youth, this is nice" 😭😭😭 fuck they are so cute

JK is flying from Japan to Korea and then basically straight back out to America for his schedule. And he choose to not drink, even though he really wanted to, because he wanted to drive Jimin to the airport, just them instead of depending on the staff to take them. Give them that extra alone time together. And he chose to fly to Korea with Jimin instead of giving himself an easier and more relaxing travel schedule with more rest by staying and flying to America from Japan instead. That is... It's really fucking special and sweet and says so much about how they love each other honestly.

Giving up his last beer of their trip, after being told to relax and not worry about it because he wanted to be the one to drive them, to have that time together, just them and a GoPro they had control over, and spending that extra travel time to be together when it made a much longer and harder few days for him? That's that persistent, dedicated, quiet yet impactful kinda love. Really said a lot without saying anything.

The tradition continues of JK filming their food before ending with a close up shot of Jimins face. love that is a constant here 🥰

"I'll make sure you have a safe journey" "it's an honor" just kill me now omfg 😭🥰😭

JK being salty that Jin didn't dream about him with Jimin in the military since they are going together 😂😂😂😂

Jikook talking about how these trips were some of the happiest moments ever. And the way they were feeling a little melancholy over the trip ending and things changing and losing this constant togetherness time they had to be free .. goodness. Enjoying the cool air while trying to feel better. Ugh, I love them. I love them so much and I love the way they love each other so much.

Talking about how they loved it so much in the ending interviews, how they were the best of times. JK softly rubbing Jimins nape and back in comfort too. I'm tearing up, damn

The way JK is looking at Jimin during that last interview outtakes. My goodness 😍 same way Jimin was looking at JK while he was driving 😍

Them ending the show by having us literally send them off to the military is cruel, omfg. I AM CRYING NOW, DAMN. "A letter from beyond" fuck you too editors 😭

Wrap up Thoughts:

I'm so sad this is over. My God. Minute of silence to mourn.

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This was such a sweet and wholesome episode. It had teasing, it had bickering, it had pet names. It was domestic as heck. It was the perfect trip for them to end their "freedom" before military service. I would have loved more conversations about that, but I'm fairly content as it is too.

Again, so many cuts (not complaining, very normal) but my favorite was how Jimin went to go wake JK up and then it cut to them leaving. I hope they enjoyed their time cuddling and relaxing sans cameras and interruption 🥰 (my assumptions I guess, but wouldn't be far fetched)

Letting my delulu out when Jimin said he just lays wherever whenever all the time at home and me thinking about the the members teasing JK about all the random ass mattresses over his house 🤣 it's too keep them comfy no matter where they end up wanting to lay 🤣🤣 (just kidding, sort of lol)

The way Jikook play fight is so equal and cute and funny. They just shove the crap out of each other but never with an intention to hurt or be mean. And they both LOVE IT.

They trust each other, give weight to each other's words and have confidence in the others beliefs and thoughts like no one else. It's such a special bond, and I'm so so glad they opted to share this with us. I truly am so grateful. And grateful for y'all letting me share all my musings with you too. 💜

And we have to end this post with the way that Jikook were spotted in Sapporo driving in the car, Jimin being the passenger princess he was, alone with their GoPro's and giving major flirty energy. And the way the show just proved OP right too. Genuinely Jikook are so special and wonderful and amazing and I love them so much. And when they got home from this trip, the group live they did shortly after? They were sooooo touchy and snuggly!

Hope everyone is excited for the photobook and behinds as well. I unfortunately am horribly sad because I'm broke AF and cannot afford to buy it in my budget at the moment, but hopefully ARMYs will upload all the photos and upload the behinds for everyone too. I will share links if I find them.

[darkeyessdarkheart]

Mi Vida

warnings: Language

pairings: Damian Priest x reader

word count: 3,137

Here you are! Again, I repeat bear with me. I'm still slowly but surely getting back into writing and finding my style. I used Spanish dictionary for the Spanish translations. If any are incorrect, please let me know! Enjoy!

It was beginning to feel like a vicious cycle. This was the second week in a row that you were watching the newly reformed Judgement Day attack Damian. Even though you knew it was part of the long game and that in the end Damian would prevail, it didn’t make it any easier. Watching your boyfriend get jumped by four men always made your skin crawl and your blood boil. 

You watched as Finn performed a third and final coup de grace on Damian; you shook your head, your lips pulled in tight in discontent. Being a part of production, you knew there was nothing you could do besides sit and watch and hope he wasn’t extremely injured. You anxiously await the call for the video of Sheamus’ promo to begin playing so you could rush to the gorilla to try to meet Damian. Just so you could at least see if he was walking on his own or if he had medics with him. You watch the countdown for the cameras to cut, and every second feels like an eternity. 

Finally the shot dissipates, and you pull your headset down to your neck, looking over at your coworkers. “Don’t even ask, just go. Take your 15 early.” Your co-worker Lila says, waving her hand at you, already knowing you were going to ask if you could go. You mouth a quick thank you to her as she still has her set on and bolt to the gorilla. By the time you get there, Damian is already back; however, he is being supported by Rhea and an official. He’s bent over his abdomen clearly in excruciating pain, judging by the look on his face. “Holy shit, is he okay?!” You direct your questioning to Rhea, as Damian is clearly in too much discomfort to answer, his teeth gritted and groaning with every step he takes. 

“I don’t know. We’re taking him to medical to make sure he doesn’t have any broken ribs.” She shakes her head, making eye contact with you clearly out of breath herself after fending off Liv Morgan. “I’m coming with you guys.” You immediately begin to follow alongside them. “No.” You hear in a strained voice coming from your boyfriend. 

“D, what do you mean, no?! I need to make sure you’re not hurt!” You look at him, trying to talk some sense into him, your eyes pleading. “I said no.” His voice now is more stern as he finally looks up and makes eye contact with you. “I’ll see you after the show.” He keeps his eyes firm on yours, showing how serious he was. His composure falls as another pain shoots through his body, causing him to fold forward again, moaning.

“Sorry, Y/N, but we gotta hurry. I’ll text you!” Rhea shouts behind her shoulder as they begin to move ahead of you down the long hallway. 

You stand there for a second, unsure of what to do. One part of you wanted to ignore everything he said and chase after them. But the other wanted to respect his wishes, even though you didn’t understand them at all. Damian was always okay with you helping him out whenever you could. Helping him stretch before matches if you had time, making his protein shakes before going to the gym, meal prepping for him along with your own, helping wrap or tape any small injuries or sprains he obtained from matches, and many more things you were always happy to do for him. So why now would he not want you to be there for him?

Before your brain could continue to race, you heard noise coming from your headset. “Y/N, come on. We’re down three people tonight; we need you to finish the show.” You sigh, shaking your head. The last thing on your mind was getting back to work, but you knew you had to do it. You begin to wander back to the production suite, your mind still going 1,000 miles a minute.

The last half of the show could’ve been five hours long as far as you were concerned. You were practically jumping out of your skin to run to the stadium exit and wait for Damian. Once you heard the shout of clear and packed your things, you were gone, practically throwing your equipment onto the table in front of you. 

Rhea had kept true to her word and let you know that his ribs weren’t broken; no real damage was done, minus most likely some bruising to the ribs. He’d be okay, but definitely would be feeling rough for the next few days. While you were grateful, you knew Priest had to be absolutely livid. 

You watch as continuous superstars pass you on their way out, all giving you a smile, a wave, or a hi. You’re polite back, but they can tell you’re anxiously awaiting your man. “Thanks, lass, have a good night.” You’re broken out of your trance by Sheamus passing you. “Thanks.” You softly smile back. Finally the terror twins emerge, Rhea being sure to stay near Damian to watch how he’s walking. He has on a hoodie with the hood up as well as a baseball cap, almost fully hiding his face.

“Rhe, I can’t thank you enough for helping him.” You walk up, giving Rhea a quick side hug, also keeping a close eye on the large man beside you. “Of course, mate, any time. Always gotta be there for my terror twin.” She looks over, hoping to get a response from him, but he keeps his gaze straight ahead. Damian bypasses both of you, his head held down, hiding his already hidden face even further. You watch him duck into your car, wincing as he folds his body down enough to slide into the seat.

“Don’t take it personally, Y/N. Sure, Damian has had his losses. But up until these past few weeks, nothing like this.” She shakes her head disapprovingly. “Thanks; hopefully I can get him to actually speak to me at the hotel.” She scoffs sarcastically, “You have fun with that. I’m out, have a good night!” 

You wave your goodbyes and head to your car. Once inside, you see Damian pretending to be asleep in the passenger seat. You could tell he was faking it considering he wasn’t snoring and was stiff as a board. His telltale signs that he was deep asleep. You shake your head and decide to let him have his moment, at least until you reach the hotel.

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You open the door to your room, holding it to let him walk ahead of you. Normally this is something he would wholeheartedly protest. Damian was the kind of guy that, even if you were driving, he would run ahead of you to open your car door. He never let his girl hold the door unless absolutely necessary. 

“D?” You ask softly, standing behind him once the door is shut. He remains still as a statue, not turning around to face you. You walk around to the front of his body, coming face to face with him. “Can you talk to me, please? Are you okay?” You put your hands on his hips near his pants, careful not to touch anywhere that might be tender.

“I want to lay down.” He says monotony, still barely making eye contact with you. You look him up and down, debating how to do this without causing him discomfort. Nodding, you step aside slightly, letting him walk towards the bed. “Wait,” you realize before he begins to lay down. “Let’s go ahead and get you out of your clothes. That’s gonna be the worst part.” He appears to snap out of his trance slightly, his brows furrowing as if he’s contemplating it. Eventually he nods in agreement, walking back over towards you.

He looks at you, and you can almost see the struggle on his face. You can tell he wants to ask you, but it’s as if there’s some type of physical block. You’ve never seen him this way. Damian was always the one who, even in the worst scenarios, was strong. Even if he was the one walking away with a black eye or a loss at the end of the night, he always kept on. “You don’t have to ask mi amor. Just stand here.” You reach up, kissing his cheek softly.

“I hate being vulnerable.” He mumbles under his breath, assuming you most likely didn’t hear him. “D, stop. It’s just me.” You grab his hand in yours, causing him to look down at you. “We’re partners, right? You help me when I need it, and I help you when you need it.” You massage the back of his hand gently with your thumb. 

“You can always be vulnerable with me. You don’t have to be The Archer of Infamy or the Punisher around me all the time. You’re Damian.”

“And I love Damian Priest. Even in his weakest and strongest versions of himself.” You take your other hand now, putting it on top of his and squeezing to emphasize your point. He halfheartedly smiles at you, reaching your combined hands up to his lips and giving yours a gentle kiss.

Getting him out of his bottoms was easy, but in order to get his hoodie off, considering your height difference was going to be a challenge. “Slide your arms out of your sleeves, and I’ll lift it over your head.” You theorize in order to avoid him having to reach up and stretch his injured abdomen. He does as you ask as you stand there, still contemplating how to now get it over his head. At only 5'4”, there was a 13 inch height difference between you two, so it’s not like you could reach high enough on your own to get it fully over his head. 

You settle on climbing onto the bed and going on your knees to give you some extra height. He raises his eyebrows slightly watching you position yourself comfortably so you don’t fall. “Don’t you laugh at me, Priest.” You try to get out seriously, but you end up chuckling at yourself. For the first time since this morning, you see a small, real smile cross his face. You grab the bottom of the hoodie and pull it over his head, tossing it aside on the floor. 

You look down, seeing all the athletic tape covering both sides of his ribs and going around his back. In that moment, you want nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and give him a comforting hug. But you resist knowing it would be excruciating for him. You look up at him to ask if he needed to keep the tape on, but you stop seeing tears in his eyes. 

“Did I get your stomach by accident? Shit, I’m sorry.” You apologize, thinking you must’ve bumped something while taking his hoodie off. You take his lack of a response as a no. He begins to sit on the end of the bed next to you. Moving slowly as he finally gets himself in somewhat of a sitting position. 

“It still doesn’t feel real. Carlito and JD, I would expect. They were never part of the original Judgement Day. I wouldn't expect them to ever be my family.” He rationalizes to himself. “But Dom? I took that little shit in as my own the second Rhea asked. I protected him; we gave him a title since he couldn’t do anything on his fucking own.” He scoffs, shaking his head. You place your hand on his broad tattooed shoulder, rubbing it gently in an attempt to comfort him.

“And Finn… Of all people, I never thought it would be Finn. He was my best friend, my tag partner; hell, he was my brother.” He emphasizes the last part with his deep voice. “After never having a family, I finally had one. Then they just…” He trails off towards the end.

“Betray me.” His voice almost breaks as he gets the words out. The tear now falling down his cheek, staining his tan skin. You had never seen Damian cry in your nine months of dating. It touched something so deep inside of you, you felt tears begin to prick in your own eyes. You reach out to hug him across his shoulder with your arms locking beside his neck. The best you could really do at the moment squeezing him tight.

Ever since the betrayal, Damian had appeared nothing but angry. Always talking about how he couldn’t believe it, how they could do this to him, and how he couldn’t wait to rip every one of them apart one by one, leaving Finn for last. How at Bad Blood he was going to make every single one of them bleed. 

You realize he never truly grieved what he lost. He had lost people he considered his closest confidants. His best friends, his partners in crime, and major contributors to his current persona. You weren’t sure what it was about tonight, whether it was the pain, the exhaustion, or the realization that this was now the third jumping he had taken, but it clearly had hit him. 

“Let it out; I’m right here.” You whisper in his ear, pressing your lips to his shoulder as he continues to cry quietly. You continue to rub his shoulders and whisper comforting things to him for the next few minutes.

Eventually you hear his breathing become more regular, his raspy breaths in through his mouth calming down and beginning to sniffle. You raise your head up from his spot on his shoulder, looking at him. He wipes his nose with the back of his hand, and you reach out gently, wiping away some remaining tears with your thumb. 

“Can you scoot back and lay down?” He looks back at the headboard and sighs, nodding, and, in an almost backwards army crawl, makes his way there. Laying his head back against it, he closes his eyes, focusing on catching his breath without hurting himself. 

You prop yourself up on one arm, laying on your side next to him. “You know I’m so proud of you, right?” You ask, looking him up and down. He chuckles, his eyes still closed. “For what? Setting myself up for an unavoidable beating?” He references intentionally inserting himself into the ring, knowing he was outnumbered. 

“Well, maybe not that.” You laugh softly, causing him to also chuckle again as well. “But seriously, you have been so damn strong through this. While they may have gotten over you these past two weeks, you’ve also demolished them just as many times.” He nods, listening to you, silently acknowledging your point.

“While Judgement Day did help raise your popularity, you alone made you who you are today.” You poke his shoulder softly with your finger at the you part. “Your hard work, your dedication, your perseverance, hell, even your damn stubbornness.” He finally lets out the first real laugh you’ve heard the entire day. He quickly reels it in though, grimacing from the pressure it caused. 

“I know this is the last thing you wanted or needed. Especially with Bad Blood in just a couple days. But even now,” You grab his chin gently and turn his head towards you, making direct eye contact with him. “I know you’ll destroy Finn.” A slightly wicked smile crosses your face just at the thought of it as you say it. Damian gripping Finn by the neck and performing south of heaven, slamming him to the mat, getting the pin, and having his hand raised in victory by the referee. 

“Because now that you’ve faced all the emotions head on, all that’s left is to exact your revenge.” He breaks out into a matching malicious grin. 

“Eres malvado mi amor.” He reaches his hand out, touching your cheek to pull you in, catching your lips in a kiss. Your lips mold perfectly against one another as you move together. You pull away, leaving your forehead resting on his, not wanting to get too intense considering his condition. “Me encanta.” He whispers on your lips, giving you one final peck before fully pulling away. 

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Y/N.” Shaking your head, you reach your hand into his hair and begin massaging his scalp with your nails. “It’s a good thing you’ll never find out then, huh?” You kiss his temple as you continue rubbing his head, knowing it’s his favorite. 

“Te quiero tanto.” He practically moans, tilting his head, allowing you more access to his scalp. “You’re like a puppy.” You laugh at his actions but also secretly find it adorable. “Yeah, yeah. If anything, I’m the dog.”

You burst out laughing, “You’re lucky, you’re injured, or I’d pinch you for that one.” “I know,” he breaks out into the cheekiest grin. “Te quiero más.” You lean down, catching his soft lips in yet another kiss. After pulling away, you look over at the nightstand and grab the tv remote off of it.

“What do you say we watch The Shining then get some sleep?” You ask as you turn the tv on. The Shining was the first movie you watched on your first date. The original plan was a fancy dinner, but there was a major tech issue at the very end of the show. You were forced to stay late in order to fix it and ended up missing your dinner reservation. You thought you had completely blown it, and Damian would never ask you out again. However, he was completely cool with it, telling you not to worry and offering different ideas. Together, you finally settled on meeting at your apartment, ordering in Chinese, and watching movies. 

“Por supuesto mi vida.” You tilt your head slightly at the new name. Throughout the months you’d picked up a little bit of spanish pet names, but this one you hadn’t heard. “My life.” He takes your hand in his squeezing gently. 

Being around Damian, you thought it was impossible to feel more loved than you already did. Yet every single day, he always proved you wrong. You rubbed your free hand up and down his chest, sighing. “You better recover fast. Not just for Bad Blood, but for me too.” He burst out into a deep laugh. 

“Will do, baby.” He puckers his lips for another kiss, unable to lean far enough towards you. Happily obliging, you lean down, kissing both fhis cheeks and then his lips. You turn on the movie, lying down on your side with your head resting gently on his shoulder. You continue to rub his chest as you watch, eventually falling asleep together.