#idk what else to tag this with for warnings

[thevampirekeke]

A fair trade

Warnings: slight angst but like for .5 seconds, sanji gets hurt and bleeds but it’s chill and kinda romantic, I can’t write and I’m dumb. I haven’t written anything in ages and I’m not good at it so don’t bully me.

Additional tags: sfw, angst, fluff, angst/comfort, Gn!reader, reader is a waiter/waitress, be nice to your waiters and waitresses, idk what else

Summary:

this causes you to laugh and sanji wonders if he’s already taken afew shots the way it makes him sway.

“One of the waiters said shots are a good trade for a basket of fries and I am very hungry” you say your once confident demeanor wavering just the slightest bit, your eyes travel to the bin full of peeled potatoes “also I’ve heard you are one of the best chefs here”

Sanji takes pride in many of his skills, his ability to move with such grace while chopping through vegetables was something he would gladly boast about. It made many tasks a lot easier, like prepping various ingredients for the next day. His knife slices through with confidence, at this point it’s muscle memory. He would shout back and forth with the other chefs and not worry once whenever his eyes drifted away from his cutting board.

That made moments like this awfully common.

His hands gently grip a potato as he glided a knife under the spotty skin, thumb Guiding the knife through. The peel is continuous and falls perfectly into a bag bellow where other peels had collected. However the precision of his potato peeling skills was not what caught his attention.

Everytime he hears the click of the kitchen doors or a muffled “COMING IN!” his eyes snap up and he hopes to catch a moment of you. and if he’s lucky in a few minutes he will get to watch you travel through the back of house. He can’t help but watch you move. He watches as your face contorts beautifully as you bicker and joke with the other wait staff who have congregated in the kitchen. His eyes drop to your hands. You seamlessly switch out a tray of empty plate with a tray of food filled ones all while telling them your newest tables Order.

He worries he’s treading a line of being creepy, you two have only had a few short conversations and a smile here and there. You aren’t aware of his staring from what sanji is aware of, you are too focused in on your tasks and move to quick to notice. But still you snatch his eyes away from whatever task he’s trying to get done.

And it’s no different as you once again come through the door with a shout of arrival warning any wait staff readying to leave the kitchen with food. Sanji’s eyes trail away from the half peeled vegetable in his hand, he notices today You don’t have stacked trays in your hands like usual. instead this time you are holding something small, your left hand is covering the top hiding what you are holding. He watches as you scan the kitchen before you land on him. Your eyes lock and sanji feels a smile pull on his lips. His cheeks are tingling and he knows they are growing pink.

Your eyes light up and you smile back, sanji is a bit taken a back as you take a step forward, then you take another step, and another, and suddenly you are infront of him and he swears his heart did a lap around his chest.

he’s about to speak but you beat it to him “I have a gift for you, but it’s not for free I require something in return” you say smile growing a bit wider finding amusement in your own words. He can’t help but copy you as his smile grows aswell, you talk with so much charisma and charm. It’s something he’s noticed within his millions of glances your way.

“well then that’s not a gift now is it dear?” You roll your eyes and throw a quick glance over shoulder before putting your secret “gift” on the counter. You move your hands to reveal a shot glass filled with some sort of liquor. Sanji wasn’t too picky whatever it was, a shot is a shot and he wasn’t one to turn down a gift.

“However I would be lying if I wasn’t interested what payment this gift required” this causes you to laugh and sanji wonders if he’s already taken afew shots the way it makes him sway.

“One of the waiters said shots are a good trade for a basket of fries and I am very hungry” you say your once confident demeanor wavering just the slightest bit, your eyes travel to the bin full of peeled potatoes “also I’ve heard you are one of the best chefs here”

Oh.

There’s an amused scoff from across the kitchen but Sanji pays it no mind. He’s not sure he’s in his body anymore. He stares at you and he swears his whole body is tingling.

He knows nobody said that to you. Sanji knows he’s an amazing cook, again he takes much pride in his skills, however he’s in the back of house and mostly remains nameless to those who try his food and when he’s not he’s not cooking he’s waiting tables. If anyone has said anything about his cooking he doubts they have called him out by name, especially for as simple of a dish as fries.

You chose sanji of all people. Was he looking too far into this? Sanji was usually very confident with people he found attractive however he finds himself at a loss for words as he stands infront of you.

You grow nervous and began to take his silence for rejection. You look at him before quickly glancing around the room face growing warm. “You know what it looks like a rush is coming in! Don’t worry about it, you can go ahead and keep the shot!” You say before quickly turning around.

Before sanji can bring himself to correct you and tell you he would gladly make French fries for you everyday for the rest of his life. You are gone the only evidence of you ever being there is the door swaying back and forth and a full shot glass.

Fuck. Why did he act like that?

Sanji was confident in his skills, he could glide a knife through anything with ease but right now? He’s not very confident in his skills when it comes to swooning others.

A shout directed his way finds his ears and he

Is quick to get back to work. He pulls two potatoes out of the bin putting them to the side and is pulled back into the flow of the kitchen.

—

Water sprays back into the sink as sanji lightly shakes the excess water off his hands. He pulls the towel tucked into his pocket and wipes his hands dry before tossing it onto the counter.

He grabs two paper lined baskets, the heat radiates into his hands and for a split second it pulls his mind away from his racing thoughts as he wonders if he should let them cool for a bit longer. Really that’s not what he was worried about, he had already let them cool, the golden fries were perfectly dusted in salt. he knew there wasn’t anyway anyone wouldn’t like these fries.

What if he had ruined his chance?

The string of anxiety that had tugged tight in his chest snapped as your voice echos through the kitchen “I’m gonna go crash man, thanks for helping with my big group, they had me running up and down the stairs. Who brings 30 people to a restaurant? ” you say to the waiter you are walking besides as you two walk through the break room door, you both groan in shared annoyance and the two of you go back and forth over how ridiculous the table was.

Sanji watches as you walk through the kitchen, he tells himself he should look away before you catch him but you glance over at him and your sentence trails off. You glance back over at your friend and quickly pardon yourself leaving with a quick “see you in the morning!”

You take quick steps towards sanji and he freezes in place fries still in his hands. He goes to speak but you start before he can “Hey about earlier, I’m sorry for bothering you-“ Sanji is quick to cut you off “sorry darling, I’m a bit late but here are your fries” he smiles softly as he watches you register the two baskets of fries he’s holding. He takes a deep breath and hopes the warmth he feels in his face isn’t dusting him in red. “I made myself a basket, I hope it’s ok if I join you?”

It’s your turn to stare at him silently, however you are quick to recover and your lips pull into a wide smile “I…I would actually really like that, thank you”

Sanji doesn’t hesitate to place the fries down and pull up two stools. He motions for you to sit down and gently pushes your seat in as you take your place. He sits besides you, and when he sees you shift your stool ever so slightly closer to him he doesn’t say anything about it. Infant he copies, moving the slightest bit closer aswell.

His eyes linger on you, watching as you pick up A fry and bite it in half. You gasp softly and turn to Sanji wide eyed “these are delicious Sanji! I was expecting just some regular old fries!” You don’t wait to throw the other half of the fry in your mouth and replace it with another. Sanji smiles and tries to ignore his racing heart. He notices how you keep glancing at him and wonders if your heart is beating just as fast.

“Only the best for you my dearest” he says eyes finally breaking away from you as he too begins enjoying the fries. After all he was hungry from working all day.

“Do you want to hear the crazy story this one pirate told me today?” You ask after a pause in the conversation glancing over at sanji who is mid bite through a bunch of French fries. His eyes go wide and he quickly finishes off his bite and rushes to chew. You giggle softly and now it’s your turn to stare, maybe it’s just you but you feel like the whole room is buzzing and it’s electrifying. You feel like a bubble machine, bubbles forming in your stomach and rising up and out in small giggles.

“Of course I do! Tell me whatever your beautiful mind can think of” Sanji replies after swallowing his food. “Well it all started when a big party came in-….” You both quickly flow into easy conversation from there, eyes constantly meeting and holding. Your voices and laughter fill the room echoing off all the appliances.

sanji’s leg falls ever so slightly to the side as he moves positions, he doesn’t think much of it till your knees are touching. He moves his knee away mumbling a soft “sorry”, you don’t respond and your hands find place under the seat of your stool and your push yourself closer to sanji. Your legs are now pressed right up against eachother, sanji feels all the blood rushing into his head as he slaps his hand to his nose. You simply continue on with your conversation.

For the first time ever you both decided you never wanted to leave that kitchen.

—

It had been almost three weeks since that night and it has became a nightly ritual of the sorts for the both of you. At first it was just fries and a drink here or there but after inquiring about any recipes he wanted to try sanji started making you other foods. Now every night you find yourself sat in the kitchen with a gourmet meal in front of you and a glass of the most delicious beverage you’ve ever had to wash it all down right next to it.

And every time you’d look at sanji with those beautiful eyes and a small pout on your lip that would quickly morph into a small smile. And you’d say something along the lines of “oh Ji, you didn’t have to make all of this!” Of course sanji would just tell you that it’s no problem and he loves sharing his talent with people.

Really you aren’t just people, you are YOU and sanji loves making food for YOU. But how is he supposed to tell you he’d cook for you even after he’s old and his hands stop working without scaring you off.

Sanji has been attracted to people before but never like you. Everything is about you in his head, from the moment he wakes up till the moment he’s asleep he thinks about you and when he’s not awake he’s dreaming of you.

Can you blame him though? You are everything he’s ever dreamt of, something he thought only existed in dreams. He finds himself falling in love with every aspect of you. He loves the way you talk about your family who you had left behind at home to find your dreams. How you hold so much love for all of them collectively but every piece of love you give them is so personal and unique to each person.

He loves how you sway back and forth in your seat happily whenever Sanji prepares a favorite food of yours, it’s a tell tale sign that you liked something. He loves how passionate and open you are about what you love and what you hate and don’t care what people may think. He loves how you will go to great lengths to help those around you even if it’s the small things you that people don’t notice.

He doesn’t hide it well either, he takes any chance to talk to you or see you. He takes more trips out into the front of house than he ever has before. Once leaving the kitchen to bring a pen you had left at his station back to you, well aware of your apron full of several other pens.

The other chefs keep getting at him for it, saying he’s like a love sick teen sitting in bed giggling and kicking his feet. Really they have no right when they are acting like said love sick teen’s friend calling him lover boy and making smooching noises everytime you are talking to him.

You don’t say anything however not when sanji has heard the waitresses teasing you about being in the kitchen flirting all the time. It’s no secret that you both like each other but something always stopped one of you from saying something. Sanji had always been good at navigating daring situations especially in the field of romance. This was not one he could navigate, always too scared of going too far and scaring you off.

So you both chose to enjoy what you had in the moment, Having dinner at night and talking throughout the day. Today was different though.

You were like a blur every time you walked through the doors. your body moved quickly not being able to pause, headed back out the door before it could even shut. That was if it even shut that day. Sanji knew something was happening in the front because the back of house was like a pot of water getting ready to boil over.

Everyone was dodging eachother, everything clanking and banging against eachother and Nobody was able to talk without talking over somebody else. The kitchen was blistering and sanji swore he’d have a heatstroke if he was back there much longer.

That wasn’t the only clue in on a mess happening. The door had yet gotten a chance to stay shut for more than 5 minutes, there was a Burst of noise sent into the the kitchen everytime the door opened. a steady stream of waitresses were coming in and out of the kitchen. Each one looked more and more disheveled than the last time they came in. You were no exception.

Sanji keeps taking glances at you. He’s plating food at the counter, he should be focused in on where he is placing things especially in a rush like this but all his movements are memorized, he’s more worried about you. Your apron had grown stained along with your uniform underneath. Your eyes looked exhausted and every tray you carried in and out was covered in plates and cups.

He hasn’t had a chance to step outside of the kitchen yet but from what he’s heard it’s very busy and everyone seems to have it out for the wait staff. However he didn’t worry too much about all of them he knew that the wait staff could hold their own and would put their foot down if need be. Still when you came in the last time and your face looked more distraught than before he couldn’t help but be worried, he went to call for you but you were already shouting in another order, grabbing your next tray and darting out.

Sanji is quick to go back to work hoping you’d walk through the doors again, instead he doesn’t get distracted by you. A commotion comes from beyond the doors, it’s barely audible at first but it quickly grows louder, he weaves through all the other chefs darting around the kitchen, the noise lowers but there is tension in the air, he goes to peak through the kitchen door but is met with a door in the face and a shaky voice rambling at a million miles per hour. Sanji swears his brain rattles as the wood makes contact,His hands fly up to his nose as he stumbles back in pain.

“- I got them out but I’m really upset- what are you guys staring at?”

Sanji registers that the voice is you and open his eyes which where shut in pain. Sanji looks at you and the two of you make eye contact. Your eyes are bloodshot and brimming in tears they widen as you notice sanji. Hands cupping his hands blood seeping into the cracks of his fingers peaking out just enough for you to notice

“OH MY GOD SANJI YOUR NOSE!” You shriek voice cracking. You notice his closeness to the door and realize you are the perpetrator of the crime. This must be what breaks the string holding you together this night because tears come rushing out your eyes “IM SO SORRY- OH MY- ARE YOU OK?! IM SORRY!” You rush towards him and sanji is quick to meet you in the middle “no no are YOU ok? What happened out there? Do you need me to go out there?” He rushes in quickly bloodily hand reaching out to touch you but pausing in place as he realizes what a mess he is at the moment.

You pause for a moment and look at him like he’s crazy realizes he might be with how his heart flutters as he finally looks at you face to face for the first time today “ME? You are the one with a busted nose!” You shout grabbing his wrist and pulling it away away from his nose. You watch tears still slipping down your face as a drop of blood runs down is down face and over his mouth, his lips part into a wide smile and your face contorts more in bewilderment

“Why are you smiling!? Does it not hurt??” You say reaching up to touch his nose his hand quickly cover his nose and he winced away before you can even touch it “oh- no no my entire face is pulsating right now. I just…we haven’t talked today until right now” he say eyes filled with something you see everytime he looks at you.

You go to scoff but it turns into a nasally giggle from you crying “what is wrong with you?” You say your head falling to his chest head bouncing softly as you both giggle softly. The other chefs mumble to themselves and quickly get back to work.

You grab his still bloody hand and drag him through the kitchen into the break room, he is quick to follow free hand holding his nose. “I’m sorry I should have been watching where I was going” you say glancing at him as you push open the break room door. Sanji shakes his head “no don’t be sorry I was trying to be nosey” he say sitting down as you pull out and chair and point to it with a small “sit” before walking towards a cabinet.

“Wanted to watch all the drama unfold?” You ask pulling out a dented metal box. You flick open the lock tabs and it lifts with a horrible squeal making you both wince. You grab a cloth and bandage and quickly dart into the bathroom attached to the break room erring the rag. “No I was worried, you looked really upset today I wanted to make sure I didn’t have to step in” he says as you walk over reaching out gently pull his hand away from his nose.

You begin wiping the blood from his hands. You sit in silence for a moment, sanji isn’t sure if he should keep talking or not. You give his hands one last wipe, It’s not the best job but it will do.

“ you don’t have to think I’m weak, I know I cried but I can handle myself, I got it all handled before it even started” you finally respond leaning in closely hands cupping his jaw guiding his head as you move it, looking at sanji’s nose. he uses this moment to scan your face. Your eyes are still red but your tears from before have come to a stop only drying streaks left as evidence. You sniffle every few seconds and he can tell you are focusing on taking deeper breaths.

He winces as you gently begin wiping at his nose. Your eyes meet for a second “that’s not what I mean I know you can handle yourself. I just care about you” Sanji responds, you quickly glance away before standing up and dropping to sit in a chair next to sanji “it not broken it looks like a screw holding the window in was sticking out and scratched you when you got hit”

“What happened out there?” He asked smiling softly as you scoot closer to him “we were just so busy today and I was all over the place and then this table came in and they were so rude!” You start, he nods along humming softly in understanding as he listens. “And then his order got messed up and he started yelling at me. He told me I’m a nobody who’s only talent is bring food to people…” you pause, fingers playing with the edge of your apron “I got pissed and then next thing I knew my tray was flying at him and the other waiters were dragging him out and I was running to the back to find you” you admit shoulder scrunching up to you shoulders at the last bit.

A smile spreads across sanj’s face, “well you found me, bloodied and beaten but you found me” he jokes making you laugh bumping shoulders with him “oh shush you weren’t beaten, sorry again” you says glancing up at him. He shrugs and you continue speaking “it all got to me I just, I love working here I just don’t want to be stuck here for the rest of my life I want to be out and exploring like all the other pirates” you say turning your head looking down at the blood stained cloth that was sat next to you on the table.

“What if they are right ji? What If i don’t have anything special about besides waiting on people?” Sanji hears your voice becoming shaky once again and his brain splits on if he should tell you how special you are or run and take down the man who made you feel like this. When he sees you scrub at your eyes with the back of your hand he chooses the first one.

“Y/n..” he whispers softly causing you to look at him “you can’t let some pirate who has never met you before dictate who you are” he gently takes your hand and cups it between his two “you are like a work of art in motion and a artist at work all at the same time. That man has never spent nights listening to you talk about the wonders that go on in your mind.” He looks deeply into your eyes and you think you are having an allergic reaction?

It can’t be you haven’t eaten anything to cause this but your heart is getting up there in speed, your throat is getting tight and you are becoming hot all over. You don’t stop him, there is an intensity in his eyes that tells you to let him finish talking.

“You are far more than this place, you will sail away from here and leave us all behind because you will make it happen. You told me you once thought you’d never leave that island. Now you are here right?” He asks and you nod “so what makes you think you can’t leave this place too?” You feel your throat finally release its tightness as another choked sob rips out of you.

Sanji is scared he’s said or done something wrong he opens his arms for a hug readying a quick apology and comfort. You throw yourself forward at Sanji, hands gripping his white coat and tugging him to meet you. he is more glad than ever that he is wrong. Your lips press into his, your teeth bump for a second and he can feel the now cold tear streaks on your cheek on his fingers as his hand reaches up to cup your face .

You pull away after a moment, you both stare at each other before both splitting into a wide smile. “I hope that was ok-“ he starts but You grab both sides of sanj’s face and pull him forward shutting him up quickly. You pull back once again to speak “Sanji. There was never a waiter who told me to trade shots for fries, I just had a massive crush on you and needed a reason to talk to you” you confess, your heart flutters as the words leave your mouth however any fear you once felt of making such a confession was now gone.

“I’m surprised I was able to get you to like me after that day” to which Sanji busts out in a small fit of laughter, his laughter only growing at your confusion “my dearest, if only you knew just how long I had been waiting for you to talk to Me”

[curiouselleth]

vent post. Lgbtq stuff I’ve been struggling with lately.

I’m just thinking about something that happened two months ago and getting upset again.

I’m genderqueer. I’m mostly female presenting, afab. For me, gender is mostly vibes. Female is okay I guess, and I don’t mind that being what people thinks. It just hasn’t fit since puberty. It took me a long time to reach that I was genderqueer. Picking that label was something I put a lot of thought into. And it has made me feel a lot better. I don’t really care what pronouns people use for me. I’m good with she/her, it’s what I use and what people assume.

I was unsure about coming out to anyone for a while. For me, just the knowledge was good. But I decided to come out to some queer irl friends. I said I was genderqueer. Then one of my friends said “that’s how it always starts!” And laughed a little. And I can’t quite remember what the others said. But I think it was mostly agreement with that one friend.

I didn’t say anything in response, and the topic changed almost immediately. But it hurt, so much. It felt so invalidating, from other queer people. For a little while, I was just shocked at that response. But the longer it sits, I get more angry and upset. It’s been hard to find other people who identify as genderqueer.

When their different treatment of me because I’m aro/ace is mixed in, I just… feel like they’re not taking me seriously with all this. They don’t actually know how I feel about sex, they just assume that I am extremely sex repulsed and the mention of it makes me uncomfortable. I don’t enjoy it, but it’s fine. It comes up in a show or movie? I look away and sigh. But when it comes up in fics, I read it. sometimes I enjoy it. Then my friends conspicuously avoid the topic when I am there, like if it’s in a show saying “[elleth] look away look away! Don’t look at the screen!!!” And dammit I listen but it feels to infantilizing. I can see it for a moment and CHOSE to look away. I don’t need it’s every mention or occurrence to have blaring, loud warnings or for one to say to change the topic because I’m there.

But gosh the worst part of that, it’s not out of any spite or anything. They’re trying to be helpful. Or make jokes. So I don’t know how to say that I feel treated as a child, when I am one of the oldest (second oldest) in the friend group. That they have made me feel invalid as genderqueer, and I have to be “more” to be taken seriously.

How I feel with how they treat me as an aro/ace person has been bothering me for a while. But I just… don’t know what to say. I’m tired. But them invalidating me when I came out as genderqueer… that is what is really stinging right now. I suppose the other bit is the icing on the cake.

I don’t know. All other times it’s fine, we hang out and have fun. But this is feeling like more and more of an open wound that only a conversation, that I truly have no idea how to start and have without consequences, can solve. I don’t want the friendships to change… just this. Idk who will see this but I know a few mutuals here know a bit of this from our meetup.

Anyway. This ended up a lot longer than I expected. I should probably find some dinner and do my classwork. I need a hug

[thekhaninglass]

The truth - as we have painstakingly established across the previous chapters - is this. There is no idea so grand that it may not be murdered one day in the slumber of its own complacence.

There is no tool which may not be repurposed, no meaning which will not turn to nonsense - given time.

Time is the cruellest and the kindest deity, for it mocks those who seek to triumph from it; for it suffers no power, humours no tyrant; it topples every great justice, dismembers reason, rots progress, forgets the stories we laid down at its feet.

@thesiltverses - Chapter 41

[brits4gerardway]

Falling Away From Me except it's just JD doing a little boogie :p

[theotherbuckley]

Just a reminder that people can write whatever they like! If you don’t like it don’t read it! It’s so simple. It doesn’t matter if you think it’s bad. It’s fanFICTION. Which people do for free. If you don’t like it don’t interact. You can ever block or mute them!! But that doesn’t mean it’s wrong. As long as they’re tagged correctly they’re giving you the tag you need to decide if you don’t want to read it.

[rbtlvr]

hi everyone ive been working on this monster for over a month. enjoy :thumbsup:

[blkbbyprincess]

turn up the temp! arcane!vi x blk!reader nsfw

vi likes a girl with a mouth on her; a girl who knows her way around some pussy.

a girl who has the ability to pull a variety of enticing sounds from her throat, leaving her with a sore one after she’s been eaten sloppy.

a girl who's got it all figured out and knows exactly what she wants from you and how she’s gonna get it; with experience of course.

that particular girl would be you.

the same girl she was currently snickering under the covers with in this bastardly wintery weather; all cuddled up on each other like penguins trying to keep warm and prevent catching a cold or worse.

if someone happened to see you two right now, it would be a good laugh; a great one even. it was almost ridiculous how you and vi were quite literally spooning each other trying to get some kind of warmth.

“your feet are freezing you fucker, get em off me” vi giggled.

you’re no better; your hands are freezing my back, you know that? you shot back with a sneer.

“how the hell else are we supposed to warm up if the air conditioning is jacked? i’d like to hear a better suggestion, genius.”

“i meannnn, there’s always one way we both like.”

so there you were, licking at vi’s clit from under the covers with two fingers in her vagina; opening and closing them in a scissoring motion to better stimulate her.

“-fu-fuckkkk, that’s it babygirl.”

Her voice quivered as she struggled to stay silent, desperate not to create enough noise to provoke the neighbors into beating the door down again. but it was nearly impossible to hold back when she was experiencing head of a lifetime.

she often found herself curious about where could you have possibly learned how to eat pussy like this?

she hoped and prayed it was only because of an overwhelming amount porn or something; because if she were to find out another girl had experienced this that she was feeling; she would surely die.

she quickly brought her hand to her mouth, letting out a sharp gasp as your tongue found her g-spot. waves of pleasure surged through her, and she could already sense her climax approaching, even though barely ten minutes had passed.

she was trying her best to hold out for you, because in all honesty, as much as she loved when you ate her out; she hated cumming first; and as slick as you were, literally and figuratively, you made sure she wasn’t able to touch you.

but you never noted anything subconsciously about not being able to touch yourself.

your poor baby was getting so pathetically vocal; it was starting to arouse you to the point where your pussy was painfully throbbing; so you did what any desperate woman would do, and reached back and began to work your fingers into your sopping cunt.

“ohhh s-shittt, i love when you moan in it cupcake, keep doin’ t-that.”

the relentless sounds of your and vi's heavy breathing and moaning made the space beneath the comforter feel like it was comparable to hell itself.

the smell of sex filled the room quicker than a freshly lit joint; and that says a lot about how busy you and vi were getting down. you wanted warmth for the winter, and boyyy did you get it.

it got so intense that the heat was making you nauseous in the head; dizzying, almost as if you had popped a damn 30.

(i cant help but make drug references what can i say i’m a weedhead lol.)

“i-i can’t much longer vi, i-i’m about to-.”

you were trembling in your legs, doing everything you could to hold back from finishing before her. but after all the time that passed since you last hooked up, it felt impossible to resist at that moment.

“it’s o-ok cupcake mmmh me too, cum with me?”

in that moment, both of you reached a simultaneous release, resulting in her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, an arm draped across her forehead, while you fell beside her in exhaustion.

vi shook herself out of her long, totally inappropriate thoughts and tossed the comforter off both of you, flinging it as far as she could to the edge of the bed.

“feeling a little warmer now?” you poke, with your face planted in the sheets; sounding a little muffled.

“on fire cupcake, on fucking fire.” she said contently, wiping sweat beads off her cheeks; reaching over to wipe yours off your neck.

about thirty minutes later, you two were back snuggled between one another, watching “orange is the new black” comfortably until hearing a loud sound that resounded a switch being flipped from outside your apartment and a humming noise leading afterwards.

you both ended up ignoring the noise until you felt a change in temperature a few moments later; finally realizing what the noise from earlier was.

that noise was the fucking heating system up and running again.

[g-top]

I OPENED A SUPPORT HOTLINE ( AND CONVINCED MY CALLERS TO DIE )

I SAW THIS AND KNEW I HAD TO. sketch under the cut

[starstruckstufful]

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The Hunger Games - Anonymous

Okay trigger warning ⚠️ eating disorder so basically Tim starts eating less to a concerning amount to see if his parents will notice, then will Batman notice? And it keeps going on till it’s been years till someone actually says something this is apart of a series called “Eating Disorder? More like eatin’ dis order” and there are eight works in the series in total so far!

Words: 2,680 Chapters: 1/1

Note: okay that’s all for tonight I’m so sorry I honestly forgot I was supposed to post tonight then I remembered and was like “oh shit” and I’m still sick so it took me a minute lolol but I promise next fic rec post will have more fic recs!! And hopefully more marvel fics too!! I really wanna do more variety! Anyways I hope you all have a good day/night and enjoy!!! <3

[schnuffel-danny]

(WIP) POV: you caught the town's nutcase ghost hunter making out with The Horrors

AU where Plasmius looks like a fucked up monster creature x3 inspired by folks drawing Danny's ghost form as some sort of creepy horror monster :) wanted to try it for myself with Vlad's ghost form!

[jelliannn]

ITS BEEN A YEAR SINCE IVE DRAWN THESE GUYS WHOAH

Character and SAMS AU by @/nomsterrz

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THE SPIDERS IN AUSTRALIA ARE SO BIG MAN DO U SEE THIS 😰😰😰😰😨😨🙏

[prince-liest]

This one's for half moon anon, who inadvertently helped me figure out exactly how I wanted to write this scene.

[alleeamore]

Under a Spell.

Summary: Oliver saw Felix kiss a girl and was a bit jealous.. Felix helps him get rid of that feeling. smut warninggg! wc:766

Felix and Oliver were at the club acting like any typical college students getting drunk, fighting with random people, and . Oliver saw Felix making out with some brunette who Ollie didn't know, and Felix probably didn't know either. Oliver had the most obvious annoyed bitch face ever and Felix noticed quite quickly.

Felix came up to Oliver and saw Oliver noticed how he was clutching his glass pretty tight. The girl wandered off somewhere probably to get some more drinks for herself. Oliver noticed Felix approaching him and straightened himself up, yet it was obvious he was still a tad bit annoyed.

"What's got you pissed off, Ollie?" Felix asked extremely close to Oliver. He reeked of alcohol and the scent of his strong expensive cologne. He smelt a mix of vanilla, woodiness, and spice.

"Nothing, nothing at all Felix." Oliver says while looking up at him with his icy blue eyes staring into Felix's dark brown eyes.

"Was it because I was kissing someone who wasn't you?" Felix says jokingly with that same grin every posh boy had. "Maybe." Oliver mutters thinking Felix wouldn't have heard him with the booming music playing.

Felix cocks an eyebrow looking down at Oliver. Oh, he definitely heard that. He grins leaning down giving Oliver a kiss on his cheek moving down to nip at him earlobe gently. Oliver let out a gasp feeling Felix's lips on his cheek and then nipping at his earlobe.

Felix dragged Oliver down to the bathroom with him their arousal growing obvious in their pants. Once they got in the bathroom there wasn't really anybody since they were in the bathroom where it was far from everything.

Felix started kissing Oliver deeply his tongue tangling with his. Felix started to grind against Oliver hearing the soft gasp leave Oliver's mouth. He continued to kiss Ollie the mix of alcohol and the taste of Ollie on his tongue. Felix started to take his belt off taking them off as well for his boxers. Oliver pulled away getting on his knees looking up at him with those same slutty blue eyes.

He started sucking Felix's tip teasingly his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. He softly groaned his hands finding his hair gently tugging needing more of Ollie's mouth around his long girth. "Fuck.. Ollie you're driving me crazy." Felix moaned thrusting his hips slightly urging him to take a little bit more. Oliver took more of Felix's cock swirling his tongue around his sensitive flesh.

Felix started to grip his hair tighter and thrust his hips his cock going in and out of Oliver's warm throat hearing his slutty little chokes and gags. He was nearing his climax his thrusts getting more sloppier as he felt his abdomen tighten.

He pulls Oliver's hair shoving his cock fully inside hearing the noises he was making. He cums with a low moan cumming down his throat "Fuck!" Felix cries out. Oliver swallowed his salty warm load pulling back his voice hoarse. "Mgh.. god." Oliver says his voice raspy.

Felix leaned down and kissed Oliver kissing him deeply tasting himself on his tongue. He smiled pulling back his cock hard again stroking it a little bit watching Oliver take his own clothes off. Once Oliver got his clothes off he felt Felix pick him up aligning his cock with Ollie's warmness.

Oliver gasped feeling his large cock inside him his tummy bulging a bit an outline of Felix's cock. Felix stayed inside waiting for Ollie to adjust at first before he started thrusting. Once Felix started thrusting Oliver started letting out loud moans as Felix moved.

Oliver held onto Felix his nails digging deeply into his shoulders leaving crescent shaped marks enough to bleed a little. He bit his neck and shoulder feeling Felix thrust rapidly into him. "Oh! Mghh.. Felix.." Oliver moaned against Felix's neck their sweaty hot bodies against each other.

Felix gripped Oliver's hips tighter his grunts and Oliver's moans filling the room. Felix moved his hand stroking Oliver's hard cock giving a firm grip keeping up with his thrusts. "Gonna cum.. fuck you feel so good Ollie." He groans into his ear nipping at it. Felix hits a sweet spot inside of Felix immediately receiving a gasp with a pitched moan.

He continued to thrust hitting that same sweet spot hearing his sweet pitched moans. He had one last thrust before finally cumming with Ollie making a mess. He grinned panting his forehead against Oliver's. "You put me under a spell or something with those blue eyes Ollie." Felix says with a chuckle.

[beaugoofball]

I got bored okay!

[thegreatyin]

this nemesis ambition started out a little slow but I am getting closer to finding that bastard who killed my wife, and I’ll not rest a minute now that im far closer to on his trail

sorry got in character for a second

Anyways fun ambition so far very fucked up though

congratulations on joining the murder club anon!!!! depending on who you ask the name refers to either people who have murdered or people who have witnessed murder. usually both. actually extremely often both. it's a swell time you'll feel right at home (don't mind our collective skyglass knife collection in the back)