#in the night while half asleep

[chimerahyperfix]

omg wait I can share my fic here LMAOOOO. New chapter should be out in like a week my ass is just eepy

[ohworm-writes]

Thinking about Firefighter!Price.

Imagine him coming home after a long, exhausting day of working, keys jingling as he unlocks the door at some ungodly hour of the night, footsteps falling heavy against the floor as he walks inside, exhaustion and fatigue lingering along his form.

He's still dressed in his station wear - a fitted, navy blue t-shirt with Station 141's logo printed onto the front of it, small, right on the right side of his chest, and a pair of trousers in the same color to match, hanging loosely onto him.

He should take a shower, he knows he should. He smells of sweat and sulfur, the scents clinging to his clothes and skin like a second skin, and he know that the two of you'll have to wash the bedding come morning.

But god, the sight of you in bed, dressed in a loose pair of your own shorts and one of his spare shirts, face smushed against one of the pillows as your breathing comes slow, in and out, steady - it's far too enticing to pass up so easily.

So he unbuckles his belt in a daze, stripping off his shirt, undershirt and trouser, tossing the articles haphazardly onto the floor (he tries to toss them towards the hamper, but he knows he misses, given the way his belt buckle clanks loudly against the hardwood floor of the bedroom, but, honestly, he could care less).

And he gets right into bed beside you, fingers grazing lightly over the exposed skin of your thighs, traversing upwards, fingers splayed as his palm travels over the fabric of your shorts, sneaking their way under the loose shirt of his that you wear, hand pressing against your tummy as he pulls you close.

He presses his nose into your shoulder, eyes fluttering closed as he deeply inhales the scent of your body wash, softly shushing you as you start to rouse, the way your body gently begins to shuffle as you let out the softest, sleepiest yawn, listening as he grumbles softly against your skin.

"Didn't mean to wake you, love. Go back to sleep."

His voice is so hoarse, so strained and rough from the events of the day - yelling and barking out commands to the firefighters within the ladder and engine crews that he guides - but, at the same time, it's runs smooth like honey, settling just right in your sleepy, hazy mind.

He hugs you tighter, pressing your back flush against his chest as he curls his body around you in a subtly protective manner, littering tender kisses against your neck, trying to coax you back to sleep as he lets out a soft sigh, infatuated with the way your body molds perfectly into his.

"Mmm... s'fine, John. Wha... what time s'it?"

"None of your business, that's what time. Go back to sleep. I'll be here in the mornin'... promise you that. Okay?"

He doesn't let you ask your questions. If you try to think, he knows you'll wake up, and he already feels guilty about waking you up in the first place, so he doesn't even entertain your sleepy question, giving you a promise - two, technically. That he's here now and that it'll stay that way until the two of you wake up in the dawn.

"Stubborn..."

"Always. We c'n talk in the mornin'. Sleep."

"Mmm... glad you're back home safe. Love you."

"Love you, too."

But by the time he says the words, you've already fallen back asleep, and a deep, rumbling chuckle erupts from within his chest, amused, pressing one last kiss to the corner of your jaw before letting himself fall asleep behind you, his breaths, his heartbeat falling into sync with your own.

[critter-covenant]

Class is in session!

Idea inspired from this that I've been meaning to draw for the past few days

[inkmage13]

I love star trek. Sponk. Kirb. Miggoy

[d8tl55c]

[ilukavee]

📸 picture taken

[23rdaxis]

Gatsby: Gosh, your eyes … they’re like emeralds, Old Sport! That’s foolish to say, isn’t it?

Nick: Oh, not at all, Gatsby.

[arttsuka]

Fishies

[desiredblud]

HAPPY VALENTINES TO EVERYONE!!! HERES SOME TWIYOR ART FOR YOU LOVELIES!! MWAHHHH HAVE A GOOD DAY!! ❤️❤️

[anatomical-puppet]

lorelei: the wonders aren’t scaryyyy c’mon we’re like sooooo nice ^_^ we’re just so noble and devoted, truly such a selfless group of heroes, motivated purely by our desire to protect the public

lance: yea my options were either do this or get fired and my résumé is NOT GREAT LMAO so that would’ve sucked bad for me. also i like to kill and hurt people

[onlyseokmins]

Thinking abt solo pornstar!mingyu and the pretty director of adult videos who's his favorite to shoot with...

You always get the best angles of him but you're constantly saying it really doesn't have much to do with you doing anything above your normal job duties - he's literally just perfect.

"Look at how your big, chunky hands make your weeping dick look even bigger and chunkier. That's all you."

But ofc he insists it's truly thanks to your talents with a toothy grin.

He really is perfect though, you're just working with the art given to you... chiseled muscles, defined abs, sharp jawline, thick thighs, bulging biceps, veined forearms, long dark hair, and a perfect fucking cock - curved, girthy, and long in all the best ways. He's even got a sweet personality outside of whatever dirty character you'll assign to him.

"Am I doing things right? Being good enough for you?"

Oh yes, he is.

Zooming in on his cock all the time is insanely torturous. Adjusting the camera in all directions to get the most appealing view (which is hard to decided when there are so many) and directing the movements as he basically eye-fucks you while fisting that nice dick of his at the rhythms you're dictating.

You keep things professional bc that's what you are and you have many clients, actors, and sponsors... In fact, you're well respected in the porn community and frankly, you're not going to ruin that reputation with a momentary fling between one of your best stars. A crown you wear that, while burdensome, was earned through years of hard work, bad and good experiences, tough lessons, unsavory people, and long hours upon hours.

However, that all changes the night you come home to your boyfriend - after he visited you earlier on set with a different actor - stroking his cock to mingyu's latest video. His steamy glasses reflect the glaring shot of mingyu's beautiful cock and the fleshlight nearly falling apart with how hard his strong fingers squeeze around it.

Your shared bedroom is filled with the slick sounds of wonwoo's pants and the sinful moans coming from his huge speaker set-up. Thanks to the insane amount of lube you'd instructed mingyu to use while he bullies his way inside of the slippery toy, it's messy, wet, and loud. His whimpers and grunts echo and echo while all you can do is just re-envision his abs flexing and jaw clenched. Seeing them in real-life is different to the image on your partner's computer screen.

That moment goes back when you were wondering if behind those lust-filled eyes, mingyu was thinking of you and what your pussy might feel like. Knowing you were probably soaking your panties watching his hips thrust at erratic speeds but unable to do anything about it.

Luckily, wonwoo is always more than happy to assist you like the sweet, caring man that he is. His older audio streams were still popular, framed as the "cool-headed man" that had incredible stamina and could edge himself for hours on end. Yet, he crumbles beneath you, especially when you ride his tense thighs enthusiastically and then bounce on his cock even more enthusiastic whenever you're all riled up after an intense day of (mostly) well-endowed, cock filming.

And he knows you need to use him more than ever on days with mingyu. And his eyes sparkle at the tentative suggestion you make. Your boyfriend is no stranger to the adult videos you create, it's not unusual for him to watch and/or masturbate... you're just that good at your job - you weren't lying to mingyu.

Yet this is the first time he's show interest in the actor themselves starring in your camera lenses and not the premise alone. So, of course he's down to invite mingyu to bed... And even more obviously... the man in question himself is more than eager to agree.

Yeah, maybe one day it's no surprise when they suggest a scandalous script of a director fucking themselves on two pornstars and their cunt-destroying cocks... And who better to star in it than you, mingyu, and wonwoo?

[avanchnzel]

a moment of rest

[sagau-my-beloved]

I was just granted a vision of a creator who excessively travels back and forth between their world and Teyvat for the most mundane daily things

Like

"You're back??"

"Oh, well, it was my lunch break and I save a lot of money if I don't actually buy food in my world, so I'll only be here for like 30 minutes."

Or maybe "Yeah I was just struck with the sudden inspiration to collect some flowers to take back and decorate my apartment with, they're so expensive in my world and it would be nice having a part of here there. I'll only be an hour or so."

And even "Yeah, I ran out of milk midway through making a cake, so I'm just gonna grab a few bottles—"

Like nobody knows when the creator is going to pop in for a visit and nobody knows if that visit is going to be an actual long couple week stay or a short 20 minute thing simply to fill a need

I like the idea of being able to just go to Teyvat for 10 minutes to rant to your favorite character about what someone at work said to you before going right back to work with that same person, because "it's only 2 o'clock", it's just so funny to imagine that being used so liberally

It would certainly come with its own troubles of course, characters begging for you to stay longer the first dozen or more times, but they'd get used to it, at the threat of losing those pop-ins altogether of course

Then with the inclusion of time dilation, it becomes even funnier

Like imagine you end up having a really sucky work day, so you decide to just go to Teyvat for a days or so in the middle of it to relax, and then come back and finish it after and basically less than half an hour has passed

You could get a full 8 hours of sleep done within 8 minutes, the possibilities are endless

It's like your own little relaxation pocket dimension, that has an astounding amount of resources and characters who are happy to give them to you

If the creator was smart they would take some of the valuable stones and silks and maybe even weaponry given to them in that world and sell it in their own and then live a comfy life in both, that would really be capitalizing on it, make a small fortune, buy a small mansion, and occasionally host characters over to experience the joys of your own world while having theirs to receded to for moments of solitude

Just make sure you don't get noticed by the police and picked up for some form of  suspected theft or selling fraudulent goods (since there are some flower and gem types that don't exist in our world, that might be hard to explain) or we're going to have the prison break storyline all over again with you as the prize, and it's not gonna go as well without you there to keep order, I'm telling you all brain cells immediately turn off at the prospect of you being forcibly taken away

[neversetyoufree]

Every time I think about it too much, I go utterly insane over Noé's little "I'm glad you're the person you are now" speech.

Like, no matter how you read their relationship, it's undeniable that by that point, Noé cares about Vanitas so much. He's clearly quite upset by Vanitas's "as if anyone could fall for a person like me" line. And because of that, he goes out of his way to try and reassure Vanitas that he's good and worthy of love, and he specifically crafts his reassurance in a way that he thinks Vanitas will be able to accept.

He prefaces his kind words with "I still don't like you," because he knows that Vanitas reacts poorly to outright being liked. He adds on the line about his statement being "arbitrary" in an effort to pretend that his speech wasn't prompted by hearing Vanitas spill his self-hatred. He goes to lengths to make things look as much as possible like Noé's just sharing a thought, not trying to comfort Vani, but his intent comes through crystal clear.

Yet at the same time, the way he ties his speech to his thoughts on having met Astolpho shows that he really is being genuine. He goes out of his way to say all this because he wants to reassure Vanitas, but he doesn't say a word that isn't from the heart. Regardless of whether he “likes” the way he is or not, he’s genuinely grateful to have the Vanitas that he has.

It's so telling that Noé's reaction to hearing Vanitas speak self-hatingly is to go out of his way to contradict that hatred with affection. And that he tries to go about it so delicately. It speaks so much to his depth of feeling and his emotional intelligence. It’s just such a good scene.

[jokeringcutio]

Can I request a grabber x f!reader where reader is his new neighbor and maybe Samson gets out to her yard and they meet through that, with some flirting from reader and flustered Al :) ?

Sure you can♡ I love this one. Didn't have much time but managed to wring out a little cute drabble just to upload a little something before I call it a night. Tried to keep it light. If you want some more, have specific needs that need answering, or want some more rated material, please let me know.♡

♡ Neighbor♡

Fandom: Black Phone 2022 Pairing: The Grabber/ Albert Shaw x Reader Rating: Teen Warnings: None. Note: Someone sent in another neighbor prompt. Hell yeah he has a corruption kink, so that one is definitely gonna come soon. Just like the insomnia prompt. LOVE 'EM ♡

->♡ Neighbor♡ The dog came bounding at you entirely unexpectedly. A pitch-black flurry of movement that was up against your leg within a flash. Tongue out and panting loudly, paws against your hip and then up to your waist. You saw that it was a rather large dog with a big snout and mesmerizing grey eyes.

“Woah-woah there,” you yelped at the totally unexpected meeting. Your heart was thumping loudly in your chest, but when you saw it was a dog and that he was eager for some attention, you quickly brought your hand to his head, gently petting him.

He didn’t snap at you. Rather, he turned his head, eager for you more. You took the invitation and knelt down alongside him.

“Aren’t you a good boy?” You gently scratched behind his head, then stroked his furry back and watched how the dog closed his eyes in pleasure. He leaned further into your touch. Though he might look like someone’s guard dog, he behaved like an eager puppy. It was sort of cute?

“Samson? Samson!” you heard a rough voice coming from the neighbor’s house. A male, his voice low and husky. “Ah, Samson, there you are.”

The man in question came to stand at the edge of your garden. His eyes darkened when his gaze fell upon the dog. Arms folded in front of his chest. “Samson, you can’t just go attack our new neighbors.”

You looked up at the man, never ceasing petting the dog, Samson. The man’s eyes were as grey as his dog’s. It was the first thing you noticed about your new neighbor. “It’s okay, I don’t mind,” you said, smiling up at him.

Your neighbor just stared at you. Grey-blue eyes piercing into you while he stood unmoving. The way the silence stretched while the man observed you made you feel uncomfortable.

“Er, my name is,” here you introduced yourself awkwardly, not certain why your neighbor remained stoically quiet. Didn’t he like it when you were petting his dog? Perhaps that was it.

“I just moved in three days ago. Still have some unboxing to do,” you raised your hands, earning a displeased bark from Samson who wanted to be scratched a little longer. Then you rose and made your way over to the grumpily staring man, his dog swirling between your legs in an attempt to either trip you or focus your attention back on him. You didn’t let Samson win and managed to reach his owner without tripping.

“Nice to meet you,” you said with a smile, hoping it would force some sort of reaction out of your new neighbor.

Finally, his shell cracked and the thin line of pressed lips curled into a smile similar to your own. Ah, so he was alive after all.

“Albert Shaw,” the man said, offering to shake your hand, “but you can call me Al. Pleasure to meet you.”

You didn’t hesitate to grasp his hand in your own. His palm was hot and dry against your own, fingertips grazing slightly as he let go after. You thought you saw something glint in his eyes, like a thought or a revelation. But he did not share it with you. Instead, he kept his pleasant smile and put his hands on his hips. “Hope Samson didn’t cause you too much trouble. He usually isn’t very keen on people. More a guard dog.”

Ah, so you had been right thinking that. You smiled and looked over your shoulder to find Samson sitting by your side, tongue out of his mouth, watching you eagerly. He didn’t look scary like this at all.

Your gaze returned to your neighbor, Al. “No, not at all.”

“Good,” Al said with a smile. Was he relieved? Had he been worried? “Good.” He seemed to contemplate something, and while he did so, you studied him. He was of average height, with wispy chestnut hair that had started to fade into grey, long legs, and small beady eyes. There was a kind smile curling his lips.

His hands looked strong, with veins showing, calloused palms, and sturdy fingers with well-manicured nails. He wore silver bracelets around both of his arms and rings on both hands, which surprised you. They didn’t look like proper wedding bands, so they must be some kind of fancy jewelry. Not the kind of thing you expected a man of his age to wear. And yeah, he looked like an older gent.

He must be tipping his fifties, you thought. With lines of age defining his handsome features. He wore a vest with an embroidered pattern and flared brown pants with black shoes underneath. It suited him.

“So,” he said, suddenly appearing shy. He brought a hand up to his hair, running his fingers through the tresses as if nervous. Yet his pleasant smile never faded, though the corners of his lips seemed to tremble somewhat. Yep, nervous all right. You thought it was actually kind of cute. Perhaps he wasn’t used to talking to new people?

“Would you like to come over for a drink sometime? Tell me more about where you came from and what you’re doing on the outskirts of a town like this?”

His piercing blue eyes sought yours and you felt a hot lick of pleasure on the inside of your tummy. There was something about this man… Something that made your heart throb deep within your stomach. Something that caused an ache between your legs and deep within your soul.

Of course, there was only one answer to this. “I’d love to.”

You saw Al’s eyes light up. Samson baked happily at your feet and finally made his way over to Al again to go and run circles around the man’s legs, as if to say ‘See, she’s coming over!’ You laughed at the sight of the two, both obviously excited and not very good at hiding it.

“Great,” Al said, his sharp canines showing as he parted his lips to run the tip of his tongue past his upper one. There was a light blush on his cheeks. “I’ll er, I’ll go and prepare some, coffee if you want? Or tea? I mean, I have tea. I also have water. Or soda, if you prefer?” It was cute to hear how much he was stumbling, and you let out another short laugh before you voiced your preference, then shook your head with a smile.

“I’ll be coming in a moment, just need to bring these inside,” you picked up the flowers you’d been collecting from your own garden that had previously been owned and kept by an older lady who’d been into gardening. Your intention had been to put them in a vase on display in your own house. But holding them up and seeing their bright colors in front of Al made you change your mind.

“You know what?” you said, suddenly offering the flowers to your neighbor instead. “You keep them,” you waited for him to take your offer, saw how he hesitated and then felt how his fingers brushed against your own as he took them from you. You flashed him a comforting smile, just happy to have found such a kind neighbor, unaware of the feelings growing inside him and the hidden thoughts building inside his mind.

You would definitely be flirting with this man. Seeing him all flustered gave you such a thrill, it would be hard to resist the itch. And what harm could it do?

[cheolsfriend]