#i'm. going to bang my head on the fucking wall

[anyaa2s]

― ༘ ⋆ matt loves hearing your pretty sounds

"Nah, baby, don't be shy," Matt purrs softly, his hands gripping on your waist possessively as he pulls you back onto him with each thrust. "Lemme' hear those sweet sounds, hm?"

Your face is pressed into the mattres as he pounds into you from behind, your screams muffled by the pillow but still audible enough to vibrate through the bed. You swear his brothers can hear you no matter what. And in fact, you were being pretty loud — your stifled cries, his grunts, the headboard banging against the wall. Just not loud enough for him.

"Are you so cock dumb ya' can't even hear what I said?" he taunts, one hand tangling in your hair and yanking your head back roughly, a chocked gasp leaving your lips from the sudden sting in your scalp. It just hurts so good.

"Oh my— mmph," you breath out, trying your best to keep the desperate whimpers building in your throat from escaping by sinking your teeth into your lower lip, and Matt smirks when he hears your struggle.

"Want to hear your pretty moans. Can you do that f'me?" his sweet tone mocks you, teasing as you fight to keep quiet, a sharp breath being pushed out between your gritted teeth at one particularly deep thrust. Bending over your back, he mutters huskily in your ear, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin below it like he can't have enough of you, "Hm? Aren't you gonna listen to me, ma?"

"I— i can't," you attempt to murmur, unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone words, as his touches consume you.

For a split second, you feel emptyness, as he suddenly pulls out to the tip before he slams back in even harder, pushing a loud, pornographic moan from your throat — all the sounds you've been desperately holding back escaping in one overwhelming burst.

The sound of skin slapping is a mere whisper compared to the devlish sounds that leave your lips as you give in. Matt's relentless thrusts hit your g-spot over and over again, his entire length filling you to the brim with each rough plunge — there's no way you're holding back now. You can't even worry about how loud you're being, your mind too haze from the unreal pleasure of his hips rolling in yours.

You were a complete wreck, and he couldn't love it more.

"Fuck, baby, you takin' me so well," he groans, each moan you release consuming his thoughts. It's as if your whimpers and gasps fuel him, pushing him to go deeper, harder, like he can barely control himself from wanting more — at least not with you moaning like that.

"I— shit, I'm—" you cry out, your legs trembling and your stomach coiling. His brutal pace is overwhelming, making you're head spin, blank of any thoughts. The only sounds coming from your parted mouth being babbles and messy, uncontrollable whines by every thrust of his hips into yours.

Matt chuckles behind you, noticing how your last resort is to cover your lips with your palm, hoping it will muffle the noises he's so eager to push out. "Don't try to be quiet now, doll," he teases, knowing damn well his brothers could definitely hear you.

You let a chocked whimper out as he pulls you against his chest, the tension within you begging to snap at how deep the new position feels. Bending your head back against his shoulder, your lips press at his neck, your moans echoing straight his ear — the most perfect angle he could ask for.

"You sound so pretty— fuckk, clenching me so tight," he groans appreciatively, his eyes fluttering close as he focuses on every breath and whine you make. He savors your sounds like a drug he can't have enough off.

"Yeah, just like that—" he murmurs to himself, almost lost in his own pleasure, "Let me hear you fall apart for me."

Your high hits you like a tidal wave — legs trembling, mouth parted in ecstasy, and a hoarse, gutural moan of 'Matt' tearing from your lips like a prayer, his eyes burning dark at the drawn-out sound.

Grunting, his pace doesn't falter as you start to come down from your release — in fact, it only increases. Overstimulation crashes over you as he continues to fuck you senseless, gasping raggedly, a little too close to his ear for him to even consider pulling back. "It's too— Matt! fuck, too much—"

"You can handle one more, can't you, baby? Need to— to hear you moan my name like that again," his husky words halter yours with need, his relentless rhythm making it clear he has no intentions of slowing down anytime soon.

You can't do anything but fucking take it. Loud moans spilling from your lips just like he wants it, knowing full well that he could keep going all night just to hear your pretty sounds.

nya's notes: I took too long to finish this and now I'm horny for matt yayy

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[rogue-durin-16]

Joe's pov of his night with Lorna when?? 🙄

You know what? Okay.

HEAD-TO-HEAD (drabble)

Head-to-head: @derersketnoget @ladystardustfromarss @lanadelray1989 @chanshugsaretherapy @hoddystark @sxalbatf @aliciax3 @jetjuliette @luvrottt @fromjupitertocentauri

Band Of Brothers: @fernando-jpg @chubbypotatoepie @tvserie-s-world @clumsy-wonderland @lordndsaviorwinters @lanadelray1989 @chanshugsaretherapy @hoddystark

Permanent taglist: @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @comfort-reads

Warnings: ALICIA DON'T LOOK. Smut, language

A/N: ig we're putting this one between part XI and part XII.

Head-to-Head masterlist

The night before the jump, Aldbourne was uncharacteristically loud for a small English village. Soft lamplights, laughs spilling out of a pub, boots scuffing against cobblestones. I wasn't drunk, but I wanted to be.

Lorna's voice was smooth, lilting —different from Y/n's, but not by much. That was a bad fucking sign, wasn't it?

She was leaning against the low brick wall outside her billeting, her flight jacket slipping off one shoulder. She'd be off in her Spitfire by dawn.

I had said something that made her laugh a few minutes ago, but I couldn't remember what. Didn't matter.

"So?" she asked, tilting her chin up. "You coming in, or just here to look pretty under the moonlight?"

I smirked, because God, this was easy. "Depends. You only like pretty boys?"

Lorna rolled her eyes, but she smiled as she turned for the door. I followed.

Her billet smelled like perfume and old wood. The kind of place a woman lived, not just stayed in. She pulled off her jacket, revealing the soft curve of her shoulders, the line of her neck. Her hair was different, but the way it caught the dim light—there, for just a second, it looked familiar.

A sharp, ugly thing curled in my stomach.

Lorna took a step closer, fingers ghosting over the front of my jacket. "You're thinking too much."

"No, I'm not."

I kissed her before she could say otherwise. What the fuck else was I supposed to do?

She reciprocated it, open-mouthed, peeling off my jacket. Playful. Loose. Easy. I let myself get lost in it.

She was good at this, knew how to tease, how to make it a game. I played along, hands on her waist, mouth against her neck, grinning when she gasped at the scrape of teeth. The room was dim, the bed creaked under us when I lay her down on it. I liked the way she arched up, the way she didn't ask for anything I wasn't willing to give.

Nothing serious. Nothing complicated.

Lorna tipped her head back, giggling when I flipped us over. "Christ, you Yanks." she teased, breathless, tugging my tags like she was trying to figure out what they meant.

I smirked, propping myself onto my elbows beneath her. "That a complaint?"

"Not at all." She ran a finger down my chest, lips quirking. "Wasn't expecting you to be so much fun, though."

Fun. That was the whole point. Don't forget that.

I let my fingers trail up her thigh, leaning in to catch her mouth again. She tasted like whiskey and sugar, and I let myself enjoy it, let the heat of it settle under my skin.

Because this was simple. Because we'd both be deployed in a few hours. Because we wouldn't see each other again. Because she didn't make me feel like I was banging my head against a fucking wall.

I liked the way she laughed into my mouth. I liked the way her breath hitched when I slid my hands over her bare skin, between her legs, into her panties. I liked the way she moaned my name.

And I knew why I liked it.

I just didn't fucking think about it.

So I just pushed through, kept going, made sure Lorna's gasps and mewls were louder than anything else. Faster. Harder. Further. Gripping. Biting. She took it all and gave it back.

Her skin felt good against mine when I sat up; smooth, soft. Her nails felt good, too; the red trails of pain on my back, the crescent moons digging into my skin when I sank into her.

Lorna rocked against me, slow and steady, her hands skimming over my shoulders, my chest. She kissed me again, a little sloppier now, drunk on the heat between us, and I let my fall back, eyes shut.

Her hands tangled in my hair, tugging just enough to make my breath hitch, and I let out a low chuckle against her neck. Just a good time. Just a distraction. Just a way to kill the hours before the jump, before everything went to hell again.

I didn't want to think. Didn't want to see her face in my head. Didn't want to hear her voice, that sharp, knowing way she said my name. But I did.

It slipped in, uninvited, tucked somewhere between a sharp inhale and the press of Lorna's hips against mine. My breath stuttered. My grip on her waist tightened. The warmth of her skin, the weight of her in my lap—just for a second, it was all wrong.

"Fuck—" My lips parted, exhale shaky against the crook of her neck.

Y/n.

I swallowed it down at the last second, bit down hard on the inside of my cheek. Close. Too close.

Lorna didn't seem to notice, lost in her own haze, pressing lazy kisses along my jaw. "You all right?" she murmured, fingers curling around the chain of my tags.

"Yeah," I muttered, breathless. "Fine."

She pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, a half smile playing at her lips. "You sure?"

"Yeah. Fuck." Liar. I forced a smirk, trapping her into a kiss. Shut up. "Just keep goin', sweetheart."

[beef-brisket]

Stepping through the portal and into Lucifer's kitchen, Adam looked around confused: Uh... babe, we're still at home.

Lucifer laughed awkwardly and quickly walked past Adam: Uh- well. Yeah- in a way. I thought I'd cook you something!

Adam stared at Lucifer before laughing: S-Since when could you cook?! You burn everything! That's why I'm the cook, babe. I can roast a carrot without it shrivelling up.

The king stared back in shock. Shit, he's going to need to watch himself. If there were too many inconsistencies, Adam will catch on.

Of course, he's going to tell Adam everything. Eventually. Soon. One day.

Lucifer: O-Oh! Right-! Well... I've been... learning!

Adam: Yeah, I know about your night classes, but I thought you stopped those? Called them stupid? Belittling? Demeaning? A waste of time-?

Lucifer: Yes, yes-! I said and... meant those rhings- BUT I've changed! I decided... to give it another go! Yep! Definitely!

Adam sighed: Well... you can cook. But if it's shit, your taking me out, got it?

Lucifer: Of course! That's a deal!

Adam: You already have my soul, ass and dick. What more can you take from me~?

Lucifer: W-Well... uh... your... time?

Adam: Ha! You waste that, too. Right, you get onto that, and I'm going to the bathroom. Try not to burn the place down by the time I get back.

Lucifer smiled and nodded all the way until Adam walked out of the room.

Lucifer: Holy shit... this is going to be hard... but I can do it. Just... keep at it.

Of course, Lucifer started on the batter for his famous pancakes. He fluffed the batter and added a little extra vanilla essence.

He decided to make two batches, one without chocolate chips and the other a double chocolate. He was sure Adam would like them- but he wasn't sure. Who knows how different this Adam is to his Adam.

But, at the end of the day, he's alive. He's alive and talking to him like their friends. Lucifer knows this. Adam is in a relationship with his Lucifer, but it feels strange to just jump in and take his place, especially if Adam wants to- please father- have sex with him.

Lucifer jumped when he heard a bang. Maybe he was just like his Adam... not that he would know, but he was sure his Adam would throw things around.

Adam: What the FUCK is SHE doing on your fucking wall?!

Putting down his mixing bowl, he turned around, Lucifer swore he was seeing an angel- pardon the pun. Adam stormed in towards Lucifer, his horns had grown, and there was even an extra set coming out of his head. His eyes were fully gold, and his tail waved around furiously.

Lucifer: Tail- tail? Y-you have a tail...? Oh mama...

Adam: Did you hear a WORD that I fucking said, LUCIFER?! WHY IS SHE ON YOUR WALL?!

Before he could ask what Adam was talking about, an A4 size frame was shoved into his chest. Looking down- ah.

Lucifer: ...Lilith...

Adam: Yeah, "Lilith". You said you threw them all out! So why is there one in the FUCKING bathroom?!

That's when it clicked. Well, double licked. Adam's Lucifer had cleared his whole mansion out of anything that looked or was Lilith's. But... oh stars- he has that giant portrait in the entry way. In fact, he better keep Adam out of his office.

Lucifer laughed nervously: O-Oh! I've been looking for this! I thought it was lost! Thank you for that, Adam- darling, sweetness, babe, baby, sugar tits- uh... dove!

Adam: ...The fuck is with you today? You're... acting weird.

Lucifer: Me?! Weird?! Perish the thought! I'm just... invested... in your comfort!

Adam glares and fds his arms: Yeah, that's why you left a picture of your ex in the fucking bathroom... for what reason, exactly?

Lucifer: ...Uh... no reason!

Snapping his fingers, he got rid of the photo in his hands - and every other photo with Lilith in it.

"Got rid of" is a harsh word, really,y he just tepeorted them to his office.

Lucifer: There we go! All better!

Adam: ...Just... don't ever make me have to pull my pants off in front of her again, alright?

Lucifer: Alright! Understood! I'm... sorry, Adam.

Adam's eyes widened: Shit babe, it's not THAT much of a big deal. Fuck, that's... that's the first time I've ever heard you apologise... wait- you apologise about this, but not about Earth? The fuck?

Lucifer: ...Earth? What about Eden?

Adam: What happened in Eden?!

Lucifer: What happened on Earth?!

Adam: You and Lilith ran away together after she birthed Abel- what do you mean "what happened on earth"?!

Lucifer: ...oh... Oh? Wait- you and Lilith-?

Adam rolled his eyes: We were more like siblings- but Heaven wouldn't get off our ass-! Wait, I've told you this shit before!

Lucifer: Oh! Uh... yeah, you have... uh- don't worry about it- any of it! Look- I'm making pancakes!

✨The Other Adam✨

@beef-brisket

Lucifer didn't know what else to do, Adam was dead and no one comes back from an angelic blade to the back 28 times.

He couldn't believe that he was really gone but it's been so long that Adam hasn't moved. He kept his body in a safe place...... Letting cannibals eat him felt so wrong.

Charlie was worried about her dad, she didn't think Adam's death would bother him this much but it did. He seemed even more depressed than when her mom left.

They were best friends once..... Maybe that's what he was missing.

But that's not it, not completely. Lucifer had been hoping to one day fix things and work through his feelings for the first man with him.

There had to be something he could do.....

So he started going to the ancient library of Hell, deep in the archives in the Sloth Ring. He needed to find something, resurrection, time travel, anything!

And then he came across something about the multiverse.

Lucifer: That's it...... I can find another Adam.

[nyxofdemons]

i'm sorry but stolas bound and powerless and tortured to tears still pushing himself off the ground snarling threats at the man who would dare even mention his daughter. the breathless all-consuming fury that striker would dare to speak a word about her. stolas knows striker is going to kill him and could make it painful beyond imagination and the only thing he cares about in this moment is octavia's safety why the fuck aren't we talking about this scene more

[glitchinginthegarden]

happy monday

[vamp1re-bait]

sitting in my car at nearly 6 in the morning watching the sun come up and trying very very hard not to cry or vomit

[tinyevilgremlin]

wait. wait wait WAIT

Link Click theory : Lu Guang is actually the one who died in the original timeline

[snoos-tattoos]

You have got to be kidding me

[hailsatanacab]

Wip Wednesday babeeyy

eyy I've finally remembered that wip wednesday exists!! here's some proof that i'm working on something, and that something is the follower milestone gift i said i was going to do and i promise i'm doing it! i'm doing it it's happening i promise! so here's a little taster!!!! and here's Part One if you want a refresher!

And then the kid just vanishes.

In the blink of an eye, in the time it takes for him to look down, screw his face up because this is all confusing as fuck, and look back up, he’s just gone. There’s nowhere to hide, there’s nowhere to go, Jason can see everywhere around him—but he can’t see Danny.

“Well… shit."

“What, what happened?” Dickybird hisses in his ear, the unsaid, exasperated “now” very clear in his voice. 

As much as he loathes to admit it, Jason is feeling very much the same way right now. What was meant to be a simple case of “investigate the potential child abuse and put an end to it” has instead become something… less simple. When is it ever simple in his life?

Still. If working with supers, metas, vigilantes, whatever, has taught Jason anything, it’s that just because you can’t see someone doesn’t mean they’re not there.

“Hey, kid… Danny. Listen, I’m not here to hurt you and if you’re still here, if you can still hear me, then, I don’t know, do you want to get a bite to eat or something? I just want to talk. I just want to figure out what’s happening.”

Jason doesn’t hold his breath. 

Okay, no, that’s a lie. Jason holds his breath, but he swears he’s holding it so he can more accurately hear if Danny is still around. That’s all it is, he’s not attached to this kid already. He’s not.

When no answer comes—not even a whisper of a breath or the scuff of a sneaker on the pavement—he suppresses a frustrated growl and opts instead to breathe deeply and pinch the bridge of his nose.

“So…” Tim begins, drawing out the word.

The urge to growl—hell, the urge to pull out his comms and smash them on the floor—grows.

“The kid’s a meta, then. Potential powers including but not limited to: invisibility or teleportation. You think he’s still there?” There’s no reason for the kid to still be around, not at all. If it was Jason, he’d have scattered as soon as he realised the stranger impersonating his dad wasn’t the guy he thought was impersonating his dad, and honestly, wasn’t that extra fucked up? That someone impersonates people in this town often enough that it’s not a surprise? The way Danny spoke about him… What was his name?

Amorpho. Amorphous. Without shape. 

A shapeshifter?

Whatever. It’s a mystery for another time, because there’s still a more pressing mystery in front of him.

Or,. rather, not in front of him.

Yes, there’s no reason for Danny to still be here, but…

Jason sighs. 

“I’m going to Bat—Nasty Burger. Really? Is that the best burger joint here? Nasty Burger? Whatever, I’m going to get some fucking fries.”

Jason feels fucking stupid talking the air like this. He must look fucking stupid, too, but the thing is… There’s a prickling on the back of his neck, a rolling taste of green on his tongue when he glances through his peripheral, the vague weight of an unseen eyes on him. 

Call it wishful thinking, call it a hunch, call it something else, but Danny’s still here.

“There’ll be a burger waiting for you, too, if you want it. My treat.” Jason turns in a full circle, examining everything in his surroundings. Nothing seems out of place, nothing screams wrong to him. “I just want to talk.”

He waits for a full minute with no success, which makes Jason feel even more stupid, before clicking his tongue and making his way to the, hopefully ironically named, Nasty Burger.

[justablah56]

you guys I'm actually going insane it's been 2 weeks since I last colored and finished a drawing. what if i explode and die.

[timothyslucy]

the way i have to constantly remind myself not to commit suicide because there's more chenford content to come, and i can't die before they get back together..... 😔💔

[glasswingowl]

in the woods somewhere

[dandelionjack]

STOP RETCONNING. STOP IT. CEASE. I BEG. big confused screaming rant in tags

[qcomicsy]

y'all always see me complaining about those guys but y'all don't understand I have drafts from 2021 this ISN'T HEALTHY

[rainybraindays]

The fact that Genevieve and Ethan Carter can't even be together in death rips my fucking heart out. And its because he wanted to save her!! These two kept dooming themselves to save the other, and now they're apart forever!! Genevieves left wandering and depressed, while hes rotting in that fucking moat and I'm so fucking sad about it. They deserve better

[love-too]

Just made a fool out of myself