#it’s always a fucking mess and no one cares

[thewitchblue]

"Did you join the fucking military?"

Jason asked Tim, who blinked blankly at Jason until he noticed what he was holding. Jason was holding your military tags, which Tim's selfishly kept to himself when you "lost" them. Technically, he stole the tags from you, but you can always get a new set. You'll be matching! He did feel a little bad that you got in trouble with leadership when you asked for new ones, but he's sure you'd be fine without the old pair.

"No."

Tim didn't elaborate further. The tags have practically lived on him since he stole them. He only ever takes them off for showers, which is how Jason found them. Jason scoffed,

"Good. You'd be a shit soldier. Why do you have military dog tags?"

Tim tried to take them back, but Jason held them above his head. Your dog tags are air jailed until he gets answers. Jason needed to know.

"Answer or I'll find a place to smelt them down."

Tim knew he was serious by the gleam in Jason's eyes, so he said,

"My girlfriend is in a special forces unit for the marines. She refuses to tell me which unit she's in, but I've narrowed it down."

Jason was too stunned to notice that he dropped your dog tags. Tim snatched them off the floor and put them safely around his neck again and tucked under his shirt where they belonged. He likes to say that you're closer to his heart with your tags under his shirt with the bonus of protecting him from any potential bullets. Even when you are gone, you promise that you will always come back. He's used to your deployment and the limbo you have him in.

"When do I get to meet her?"

Dick said from the doorway. He was passing by and overheard. His little Timmy has a girlfriend? When did that happen?

Tim touches the tags while thinking of what to reveal and what to keep private. He's never been good at respecting privacy, but he has been learning for you. He knows to keep anything you say to him a secret, but what about other things relating to you?

"Whenever she wants. I'm not her keeper."

Tim answered vaguely. He's flying to see you soon, and he doesn't want to be followed. You've been together for three years, but you met kind of awkwardly. You tackled him to the ground and wrestled with him after mistaking him for one of your friends.

Your willpower eventually overcame his reflexes, and he stopped struggling. You had laughed when you pinned him down and ruffled his hair in victory. It was embarrassing to him how quickly he submitted to you. He watched your eyes widen when you noticed he's not your friend. You took in the scene too slowly. You, straddling who you had assumed was your friend with your hands pinning his wrists to both sides of his head, and Tim blushing underneath you. Tim didn't know how to react either, so you both stared at each other before you started awkwardly apologising.

Tim was a mess, but he was an adorable mess. His hair was ruffled, and his clothes were wrinkled, but there were no bruises nor any scrapes. You were always careful to leave no injuries. He was breathless, just staring at you with wide eyes and a shyness that almost made you smile. He was so cute that you wanted to squish him.

You quickly got off of him once you realised how long you've been staring at him. You pulled him up from the ground when he didn't make a move to stand by himself and actually almost fell right back to the ground because his legs refused to work for him. He was understandly stunned.

This is awkward. How do you explain the tradition of you fighting your friend on sight? Your friend does the exact same thing with you. It was excellent training for your deployment to fight each other on sight without any prep. Enemy soldiers aren't going to reveal themselves before attacking, so surprise attacks help keep your reflexes sharp.

"Sorry. I thought you were someone else."

He couldn't get the image of you pinning him down out of his head. Nobody has ever pinned him down so intimately. You were gentle. Your hold would have been easy to break out of if he didn't stop struggling. It was like you only played until one of you got pinned, and then the fight was over.

Tim was still trying to remember how to function. What does he do? What does he say? He's all shaken up. He had to look away from you. He managed to say,

"It's fine."

He tried to sound like it was no big deal, but it sounded strained. He was pretending like the wrestling really took it out of him by fake panting, but you both knew better. You narrowed your eyes suspiciously, but pat his back and attempted to leave.

Attempted, being the key word. Tim caught your wrist loosely and nervously said,

"I, uh... would you... Can we... Let's... I'm sorry."

He didn't have the words with you looking at him like that. He was nervous. You smiled softly at him, and he forgot how to speak entirely. He could only stare until you took the initiative and asked him to go on a date before you leave for boot camp. He nodded, and that was that. You gave him your number and continued your run like nothing happened.

The date went amazing. It was a bit unconventional as you took him to a paint gun fight after showing him the gun and explaining the rules. You grinned every time he landed a hit and even wiped away the paint that splattered onto him with a fond expression. You opened up about the fear you have about joining the military, but your desire to help. You want to make a difference, however small or large that may be.

You kissed the bruising wounds softly and banaged the bleeding ones before he could even reach for the first aid kit you brought. You helped him up with a wild grin, and he kissed you until the adrenaline ran out. The guns were empty, and you both were messes, but your hearts were full, and Tim can safely say he hates paintballing. You took him to see a movie like a normal person next date.

Jason and Dick watched their brother soften further and further as he went down memory lane. Dick was ecstatic and already plotting to meet you, but Jason was confused why anybody would date Tim. Yeah, he's had his fair share of partners, but he's surprised every time he gets a date, let alone a girlfriend.

You were his mystery girl, and their family loves a good mystery.

[priisprii]

Gentleman - Joshua

Summary: Your gentleman boyfriend is freak in the sheets.

Warnings: dom!Joshua x fem reader, unprotected sex, fingering, spit kink, penetrative sex, edging, pure filth.

Word count: 1.7 k

Minors don't interact.

Gentleman

That's what your boyfriend pretends to be infront of everyone; an innocent, kind and sweet ball of sunshine, he indeed is gentleman. He's the most considerate and warm human you ever met. Joshua was painfully perfect. But not a single soul would have thought that this sweet-natured honey boy was a whole different person with you in the bedroom. A cruel sadist . His comforting voice somehow becomes more deeper and sexier while he uses it to whisper the dirtiest words possible that leaves you a broken mess in his hold. His long fingers were able to reach the most sensitive corners of your pussy. He was everything you wished for, a caring boyfriend and also a strict dominant to overstimulate you till you beg him to stop. It didn't mean that you didn't feel safe or loved, he had a way of words that made both your heart and pussy skip a beat. It was true that there's a wild side to every innocent face.

" I am not going to touch you unless, you beg sweetheart" Joshua snickered , this was the third time he edged you this night , the sweet torture was beyond your limits, you wanted him to put his glistening fingers back to where they were. He knew you were a little hesitant while voicing out your needs so he always made you cry out what you wanted him to do the most. A literal tease. Your face was a complete mess. Tears falling from your eyes and mouth covered with spit and cum from the recent blowjob you gave your boyfriend.

" Please put —your cock inside me, please daddy", you pleaded him , voice so desperate and shameless, it made Joshua's cock twitch a little.

" Your wish is my command doll", Joshua said as he positioned his one arm on side of your head, his eyes heavy with lust and adoration piercing your soul . He entered his two fingers inside of you to stretch you out a little for his thick dick. Even the slightest touch turned you on, the previous ruined orgasms made your mind mushy, the only thing you were focusing on was how good his fingers rubbed you down there, he curled his them up for a last time before removing them from your needy cunt and cleaning them on your breast and pinching one nipple not to hard, you were blabbering incoherent words. He just gave you a wicked smile before entering his cock inside you, stretching you out in best way possible. Joshua felt he's in heaven, your walls squeezing his cock damn perfectly, he didn't waste any more time before thrusting in and out of in a ferocious speed. That's how he was fast and rough. Skin slapping and filthy moans sound filled the room.

" open your mouth"

"Wider slut" He said as his hand reached against your tear drenched cheek slapping you not in a hard way, the action making your abused pussy throb around him .You opened your mouth as wide as possible. Joshua removed his cock from your pussy and entered his fingers inside you , twisting, curling and scissoring them in the most brutal yet pleasurable way possible. You knew what exactly he was doing. He collected both of yours as much as wetness and precum possible before he placed his fingers inside his mouth and then went down on you passing down the spit and precum from his mouth to yours. The mixture directly went on your tongue, it felt so filthy yet good. So fucking messy, This was Hong Joshua. He could have also done this after Cumming inside you but he preferred to look at the best view while he fucked your brains out . he always somehow finds new way to make the sex sinful and dirty as much as possible. He enjoyed watching his girlfriend being like a actress straight from porn so vulnerable and fucked out.

" Swallow", Joshua said while he admired you, watching the mixture of liquid pooling inside your mouth. You swallowed eagerly after his command. You looked at him with Blurry doe eyes admiring every detail of him.

" Good girl", he said and moved his hand on top of your head patting you softly before entering himself inside your fluttering cunt again. His pace again the same fast and deep. You whimpered below him, feeling so full and cloudy.

" Who owns you ?" Joshua rasped out in your ears dangerously, the possessive side of him coming out.

" you, you--" you said breathlessly as you grabbed his shoulders for support. Upon hearing you Joshua was beyond satisfied. You were his and he was yours that's what that mattered. His hands roamed on your body hips, thighs breast neck everywhere , he was really touching like he owned every single part of you, that made you feel some type of way, butterflies exploding inside your stomach. Your orgasm was close, Joshua felt you tightening around him , your toes curling due to indescribable heavenly pleasure.

" I want to cum", you said, your words coming out broken and weak. He was close to his high too.

" my pathetic slut, can't even beg properly." Joshua mocked your broken state with full pride, knowing that only he was able to see you so fucked out and vulnerable and only he can make you feel so good. He grabbed you by hair and let you in a passionate hungry kiss, pushing his tongue further down your mouth, saliva leaking from the corner of your lips from his force, his kisses were dangerous for you . He wrapped your left leg around his waist while while he gave you the permission to cum around him.

With a high pitched moan you let your orgasm ripped through you, you felt like being on cloud nine. Squeaky sounds becaming more audible as Joshua was still fucking you out while you ride down your high, the overstimulation making you dizzy. With few final thrusts he cummed inside you, his warm cum painting your walls, the feeling was amazing, after fully empting himself while being still inside you, he slowly moved his hips trying to shove the liquid as deep as possible his hand reached yours , intervening and kissing each other with now just pure love. He looked down at your both connecting sexes feeling proud and simply happy.

He plopped down beside you and embraced you so lovingly moving his hands on your head and stomach, he snuggled in your neck and left soft kisses behind.

" you okay baby? " , Joshua asked you softly while playing with your hair.

"I am", you said voice weak due to screaming and moaning so much.

"you're breathtaking" Joshua whispered preping your cheeks with kisses.

" let's quickly have a shower baby, tomorrow I need to make red velvet cake for you , Joshua said in an enthusiastic tone, sounding just like a child. My sweet cinnamon boyfriend.

A/N : I miss my shua guys

[melosgirl]

boyfriend!lamelo ball headcannons

his love languages are physical touch and quality time.

he’s busy a lot so he always tries to spend as much time with you as possible. even if it's not an extravagant date he wants to spend time with you.

during away games he will facetime you every night, even if he's tired.

he's an ass squeezer. you often get mad at him for it but he doesn't care. he’ll grab your ass every chance he gets.

he loves it when you play with his hair. he loves laying on your chest and getting his hair played with.

he needs comfort after bad practices and games. sometimes he takes it out on you and needs a reminder not to do that. but you put up with him and realize what he needs.

this man is always sleeping so lots of naps together. he struggles to sleep without you on away games.

he just loves physical touch. he will come home and literally flop on top of you. he’s always wrapping his arms around you. he's more of an arm around the waist guy instead of holding hands.

he’s honestly a really nervous guy around you at the beginning of the relationship. he’s really respectful and cautious when you guys start dating but once he warms up to you he becomes his usual loud self.

he loves it when you kiss his neck. this is a random one but i can just see him loving neck kisses.

he sits in the bathroom while you shower and vice versa. you guys often shower together but if not you guys will sit in there while the other person showers just to talk to eachother.

when you guys argue its usually over stupid stuff but if its a real argument he gets petty but if he knows he messed up he will apologize first.

when youre on your period this man is an angel. he will literally do anything for you if youre sick or on your period.

speaking of, when melo is sick he is the biggest baby. he will whine and cry for you anytime you leave the room.

he loves to play basketball with you, even if you suck, he will lift you up so you can dunk.

gets you all the free LaFrance you want. he’ll also ask you to model for LaFrance.

he loves you so much and if an interviewer ever asks about you he gets so excited and praises you so much.

he loves carrying you. when you fall asleep he will always carry you to bed.

“baby” , “ma” , “mama"

~ NSFW BELOW THE CUT ~

size kink. we all know this man is 6’7 so he looooves when you tell him how big he is and he loves seeing the size difference between you two.

he loves your ass. like i said earlier it applies to sex too. he just grabs your ass and is obsessed with it. this also means he loves backshots.

he gets hard just from you sitting in his lap. or just being around you in general.

this is oddly specific but he loves when you ride him in his car. like for some reason rhat really urns him on.

he’s such a praiser when your riding him,

“youre doing so good baby” “keep going, feels so good"

he’ll get so worked up when he’s away from you and he will be so desperate the second he sees you.

he’s literally up for anything.

he’s definitely an ass man but still loves your tits. no matter the size he loves them. the first time he saw your tits he was shook and became obsessed.

he gets jealous a lot. which means jealous sex. being an NBA player he's often around a lot of good-looking guys. when you interact with them he gets jealous and fucks you so you only remember his name.

he gets really turned on when you call him ‘lamelo'

[blessedmisery]

summary: sung jinwoo x reader - boyfriend headcannons. sfw and nsfw included. warnings: fluff, smut, idk this is silly authors note: ty for reading, hope u enjoy. likes and reblogs always appreciated <3

sung jinwoo is super introverted and literally so oblivious to anyone liking him so it'll take a while before the two of you get together

but when you do it'll be sooooo good. so so good.

jinwoo is terrible at communicating his feelings, and he will struggle to show you that he loves you at first

so you will be the one saying "i love you" first

his love languages would be acts of service, physical touch and quality time because this man seriously needs a hug but also loves doing things for you

he likes his space and alone time, but he would love to be in the same room together while the two of you do your own thing.

he'd be surprisingly really good at cooking because he's super detail-oriented and attentive

that also applies to your feelings, if you're feeling a certain way, he'll catch on instantly

but he won't really know what to do, he's pretty cold sometimes so he's not great at comforting people.

terrible texter. he texts like my dad. "ok", "👍" he's just super dry and doesn't feel the need to say more than he has to over text.

very blunt and honest, if you need advice he'll never sugarcoat. he'll tell you how things are straight up, even it it's the last thing you want to hear. he's a very no bullshit kind of guy.

arguments with jinwoo would actually be the worst. he hates being wrong and will argue until you give in and agree that he's right. he'll also fuck you while arguing to really drive the point home.

possessive. so possessive. will never let anything bad happen to you, and likes knowing that you are only his.

on that note, he also gets really jealous. but he won't make it obvious in public. however you will pay for making him feel that way later when you get home.

i imagine he looooves having his hair played with.

and just loves feeling taken care of in general. he's always taking care of everyone else that the feeling of having someone take care of him is so new but so intoxicating to him.

hates pda. he thinks that shit has a time and place (and i mean he ain't wrong) the most he will do is wrap an arm around your waist in a crowded area

but in the car? hand GLUED to your thigh. at home? always touching you or coming by to give you a kiss.

speaking of cars, he'd be a really good driver. but why have a car when you have kaisel.

BUT when jinwoo is being a normal member of society (aka not getting around on a literal shadow wyvern) hear me out, he would totally ride a motorcycle.

omg can you imagine riding on the back of it with him, the wind blowing against you while you tightly wrap your arms around his waist to hold on. fuck.

really hates valentine's day (he thinks it's stupid and a waste of time)

but that doesn't mean he still won't go all out for you and buy you flowers, chocolate, a huge teddy bear and fucking pink and red heart shaped balloons (he's so extra)

also hates his birthday, to him it's just any other day. that's when you have to come together with beru and igris and plan something out to make this man feel special.

fav season would definitely be fall or winter. he seems like someone who would despise the heat.

really annoying when he's sick. he'll pretend like he's fine and then he will act like he's dying. (he secretly just wants someone other than beru to take care of him)

forehead kisses. he loves to kiss you on your forehead, it's one of his favourite ways to show intimacy.

also gives really good hugs. he just has a really comforting aura (at least to you. others would likely disagree.)

really likes seeing you wear his clothes, particularly his hoodies. or when you sleep in his t-shirts. drives him absolutely mad.

has really good hygiene. i imagine he always smells really good.

with that, he's also a clean freak, and really hates making a mess and will get mad at you if you leave your clothes on the floor.

not a huge fan of pet names but will mostly stick to calling you "baby", "my love" when he's fucking you in missionary late at night, or "kitten" when he's feeling playful.

he's a cat person. i don't make the rules.

huge fan of the rain. he loves rainy days because they're an excuse to relax and lay in bed all day with you. and fuck.

hear me out, he would definitely be a reader. i can picture him enjoying a nice rainy afternoon with a good book. (anything to not socialize with other humans)

NOT a morning person. he likes to sleep in if he has nothing to do that day.

on that note he's a very light sleeper and has trouble falling asleep. so when he does u better not wake him tf up.

super competitive. if you're playing any games or making any bets with this man, best of luck to you. he will do anything to win.

lowkey a gamer. he's got a nice, expensive setup and he likes playing video games. especially when you're sitting on his lap while he plays.

hates being in pictures. good luck getting this man to smile in a photo.

stares at you a lot? (kinda creepy ngl) but he just really likes looking at you

now lets discuss the sex:

realistically he wouldn't be very experienced because this guy spent all his time in gates instead of talking to women.

but ofc its sung jinwoo so he'll be instantly good at anything he does

very respectful towards you overall

i imagine he's actually pretty vanilla, at least at first because he hasn't had many opportunities to explore kinks

unless he's mad. then ur getting it babe. and ur getting it good.

he will push your head into the sheets and take his anger out on you, pounding into you mercilessly while whispering dirty, degrading things into your ear.

"act like a bitch, get fucked like one" attitude when he's mad.

he's not very vocal himself but looooves to hear you make noise

lowkey size kink cuz hes tall af (6'3 i think?)

despite being kind of vanilla and abit of a clean freak this man gets filthy with you when then two of you fuck.

really likes cum play. and oral sex. he will spend hours eating you out like there's no tomorrow. he also loves getting head.

like i said he's not very vocal but if you give this man a blow job. whew. he will make the hottest sounds you'd ever hear coming out of a mans mouth. can you imagine him breathing heavily, his voice all raspy saying "fuck baby keep going, just like that" while he grabs your hair, choking you on his cock. bye.

and licking. holy shit. once he starts he wont stop. he will lick you from ass to clit. no questions asked.

really likes edging you— "what was that baby? i couldn't hear you" he'd mumble against the sensitive skin surrounding your clit after eating you out for a whole hour, pushing you so close to the edge but denying you your sweet release. by this point you're panting, tears are prickling the corners of your eyes and you've become completely incoherent. "p-please jinwoo. p-please ah, i need to c-cum" you'd utter, taking all of your energy to form that one simple sentence while tugging on his messy hair. "mmm kitten i know. but i'm not done. you just taste soo good" he'd mutter drunkenly in response and continue licking and sucking you until you've quite literally lost your damn mind.

hes so pussy drunk omfg

dacryphilia. really likes seeing you cry from his edging or overstim during sex

"you're mine. only mine". constantly whispering this in your ear while you fuck. (like i said, the man is possessive)

has the prettiest cock (just like him). not wide but he makes up for that shit in LENGTH. def above average length. good luck fitting that shit all the way in (if u say u can't he'll make u)

one word: fingering. yeah. those long, slender fingers will be exploring every inch of your clit and pussy. and you'll be loving every second of it.

loves to cum together. he's a big fan of creampies.

big handcuff enthusiast. likes to see you struggle.

his favourite position would be missionary. like i said, he loves looking at you and hearing the noises you make. missionary is ideal for him.

very big fan of shower sex. something about getting home after a long day and having a good fuck in the shower is so appealing to him.

"good girl" yeah mhm. he'd say this. a lot.

praises. these will be rare with jinwoo and you'll really have to earn it but he will praise you so good when you do.

ass > boobs. like i said, i don't make the rules babe.

© @blessedmisery 2025.

[cuteandhughesy]

AHH!! CONGRATS LOVIE!!! SO SO PROUD OF YOU!! I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD DO A SIDNEY CROSBY FIC WITH “IM OLD ENOUGH TO BE YOUR DAD. I. DONT. CARE.” BUT MAKE IT SEXUAL (idk if you would tweak the prompt)

prompt no.27: “i’m old enough to be your dad.” “I. don’t. care.”

pairing: professor! sidney x student! reader

18+ under the cut

you remember the day you and sidney crosby crossed the line like the back of your hand.

the sky was dark and humming with the end of fall, leaves trickling off branches and covering the yellowing grass in a coating of oranges and brows. the porch light beside your uni house door casted a warm, dim glow over you and him as you brought your bottom lip into your mouth.

he was bringing you home from a small coffee shop, almost 30 minutes off campus. it was a date. you know that and he knows that. but neither of you said it out loud. you’ve been asking your professor for extra help for weeks—help that you didn’t need—batting your lashes at him across his desk while asking if he’d help you study at a coffee shop.

eventually, against his better judgment, he agreed. sidney picked you up, at your door like the gentleman he is—opening and closing the car door like second nature for you. and he really tried to keep it professional. he brought his work and textbooks and his laptop to help you study, but conversation soon derailed and you started talking about social life and what shows you were binging and dating.

you silk slip dress sways around your knees as you lean back against your uni door, blinking up at sidney slowly. he groans, the sound barley audible to your ears. he knows he should walk away now. you’ve said goodnight in that sweet, low voice that always makes his dick jump.

“i’m old enough to be your dad.” he told you, one last attempt at stopping the inevitable pull between you.

“I. don’t. care.”

walk away, sidney.

but he doesn’t—he can’t. he surges forward, grabbing your waist and smashing his lips into yours. it’s hurried and messy and so dangerous. but neither of you could stop—grabbing at one another like wild animals.

after that everything changed.

subtle looks he’d once sneak your way turn more into longing glances. when you pass him your work, you’d let your fingers brush the back of his hand—slowly, teasingly. bringing him a coffee before anybody else could get to class, and secret notes you’d leave him in the margins of your assignments, sidney asking you to stay back after a lesson, only to lock the door of his office and pounding into you.

like now, the wooden desk below you creaking and cracking under sidney’s relentless thrusts, pelvis smacking against your ass as he takes you from behind. you’re moaning pathetically, gushing around his unapologetically hard cock, massaging your tight walls and kissing that textured, spongy spot inside you that makes you sob.

“fuck me,” he curses lowly, delivering a quick, firm smack to the globe of your already abused ass. you whine, fingers gripping the edge of sidney’s desk so hard that the rough wood underneath is leaving splinters. but you don’t care.

pain and pleasure is all one with sidney crosby. and you love it.

“that feel good baby?” he taunts, pushing your shirt further up your back, exposing more and more of your soft, supple skin. “you’re so wet..dripping down your legs and making a mess everywhere.”

you don’t answer him—you can’t—jaw slack and breathing laboured as your cheek smooshes against the desk top. you’re withering beneath him, trying to push your hips back in order to meet his rough thrusts. but it’s no use because sidney’s palms are flat against your lower back, pushing down and keeping your still.

“was that your plan?” he grunts, leaning over your back, voice dropping to an almost inaudible whisper as his lips brush the shell of your hot ear. “wearing that skirt with nothing underneath to get me to fuck you? make a mess all over my office, huh baby? answer me.”

you whine desperately, one of your hands flying behind you, reaching for his hand where it rests on your back. your perfectly manicured fingers wriggle and stretch, brushing against his wrist in a silent plea. sidney grunts, interlocking his fingers with yours and bringing them back down to the desk.

“just needed you,” you moan, turning your head the best you can to look at sidney. his mouth is open, chest heaving rapidly as his cock buries and juts into your needy entrance. you pout, lips bruised and lipstick smudged from the feverish kisses you’d shared earlier. sidney’s fingers flex between yours, rolling his hips against yours even quicker.

you hiccup, practically drooling onto scattered paper work you’d both been too impatient to clear from the table top. “you fuck me so good,” you cry, nipples painfully puffy and neglected inside the cups of your bra. removing your bra was another thing you’d been too lazy to remove, but right now it’s hard to focus on with sidney’s perfectly thick cock slamming into, balls brushing your clit just enough to shoot electricity through your bloodstream.

“yeah,” he reply’s through a grumbling moan, chest brushing against your back. “you gunna be my good girl? you gunna cum for me?”

your squeezing his hand so tight that your knuckles are turning white, eyes squeezed shut as your walls continue to squeeze and contract. the fuse is your belly is almost ready to explode, invite your body in the peak of its pleasure.

you’re not answering quick enough. sidney huffs, hand escaping yours in favour of wrapping around your messy ponytail. you gasp loudly as he easily pulls you off of the desk, your back flush with his chest. the hand that was previously on your lower back wraps around your middle, keeping you held against him as he slams his cock into your impossibly wet entrance.

“answer me.”

this position feels deeper—more intense—sidney’s leaky head kissing your fluttering cervix with every single thrust. “i’m cumming,” you sob as a wave of euphoria washes over you, walls tightening around his cock as you climax.

he coos at your pathetic cry’s, thrusts turning more sporadic and frantic as he chases his own release. “that’s it,” he grunts, nipping at your ear and making you gasp. “that’s my girl—fuck.”

with a final curse, sidney’s warm load spills into you, coating your walls like he’s painting your insides with his sticky, white seed. once he’s done twitching, cum fully inside you, sidney slips out of your spent walls.

you moan softly, pouting as you grip his strong forearm, nails digging into his skin and creating little half moon indents.

he chuckles gently, pressing a kiss to your sweaty temple. “you okay baby girl?”

“yeah, you breathe, completely fucked out and even more in love.

—

(unedited)

[didyoulookforme]

I NEED ALL THE PROMPTS, but please do 23

from the prompt list here.

warning: 18+, smut, fingering, oral (f receiving).

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it’s around 2:30am. the bus is zooming along while everyone is already lost in sleep, carefully crammed away in their bunks. you should really be drifting off into your dreams too, but your phone keeps vibrating, the screen lighting up under the blankets with matty’s name repeatedly flashing on the screen.

it started off so innocent, as always. a comment about whether you were the one to fix the hem on his shirt or him teasingly admitting that he couldn’t live without you. the banter is fun at the beginning until it’s not.

so… wanna mess around?

you roll your eyes and shut him down immediately. there’s no way you’re doing that on a vehicle full of others. then another text comes through. wanna go down on you

your stomach twists itself into one million knots because it’s always been you on your knees, your hands doing the work, your mouth on him. 

bet you'd be so soft, so sweet for me wanna make you cum on my tongue, baby

but now he’s saying that he wants to taste you, and it doesn’t take long at all for every nerve in your body to come alive.

imagine that pretty little pussy’s soaked for me already

your thighs press together in a futile, sad attempt at relief. you don’t reply. you really fucking want to, but you can’t. not here, not with the rest of the band and crew just feet away. you fumble with your phone, locking it away and shoving it under your pillow and rolling over as you fight to steady your breath.

you shut your eyes so tight that those tiny white specks appear behind your lids, but they don’t last long because you start to picture what it could be like. would he take his time? would he make it hurt? would he make you come?

obviously you can’t help but run through every possible scenario that could take place, so lost inside your head that you almost miss the quiet shuffle of footsteps making their way towards you. then a soft drag of fingers along your bunk curtain makes your chest jump.

of course it’s him. who else would it fucking be?

and for the final fucking time: you know you should not. but it is matty and you honestly cannot help but give in. so you slip out of your tiny space with care, trying not to make a sound or panic, even though your body is already going haywire as you make your way down the aisle. and you find him there in the lounge. sitting on the couch just feet away from you, legs crossed and fingers drumming against his thigh, probably counting down the seconds until you arrived.

“that took longer than expected.”    

"was trying to sleep."

"yeah? and how did that go for you?"

he gives you that infuriating grin, patting his lap like it's the warmest of invitations but your legs refuse to cooperate which makes him impatient, matty reaching over so his fingers hook on your waistband, drawing you in. next thing you know, you're on his lap, his hand already around your throat, his thumb pressing just enough to make you catch your breath.

“tell me no,” mouth ghosting over your jaw, your ear. “and i’ll stop.”

but not a single word comes out.

his lips crash into yours, hands running under your shirt, rolling your nipples between his fingers until you squirm and forget where you are.

“been thinking about you all fucking night.”    

you hate just how much you crave that, how it makes you feel undeniably special, even when you know there's always another damn girl waiting for him come tomorrow.

but right now? none of that matters.

it doesn't take long for him to slip his hands beneath your shorts, fingers gliding through your slick, and exhaling sharply when he feels just how wet you already are. "and you were gonna make me wait?" you hear the smirk tugging at his lips as you whimper and grip his hoodie, your hips shifting in a desperate little dance against his hand. he just shakes his head, "s’mean."

it’s embarrassing how quickly he makes you moan. “shhh, gotta be quiet, remember sweetheart?” and before you can respond, he slips his palm over your mouth, muffling anything you might’ve wanted to say, while his other hand pushes inside you, two fingers deep, curling just right as his thumb drags over your clit.  

you don’t even attempt to hold on. it feels too damn good to finally have him inside you after weeks of hoping he’d pay more attention to you. and now that he is? you cum within minutes of his fingers filling you up so perfectly right.

but he doesn’t stop.

you barely have time to catch a breath before matty rolls you onto your back, feeling as he slides down and drags your shorts off in one slow pull, palms smoothing over your legs to spread you open. 

“matty—”

a pathetic, little whimper falls off your lips as he kisses your hip.

“relax. i’ve got you, okay?”

and your spine arches as he eagerly licks into you, groaning softly and hands gripping your thighs, keeping you exactly where he wants you.    

“knew you’d be so good.”    

your hand flies to your mouth, so desperate to keep quiet while everything is still around. you hope to dear god no one can hear the filthy sounds of his tongue lapping you up. nor your barely stifled moans as his fingers slide back inside you, hitting that spot that left you seeing stars moments prior. you should’ve known he’d make an utter mess out of you. perhaps you were even hoping for it.

“gonna cum for me, yeah, pretty girl?” 

you nod desperately even though you know he’s not really watching. he’s completely lost sucking on your bud to notice the prickling at the corner of your eyes because it’s all almost too much. and then, without warning, you feel a sharp slap against your cunt and that’s when you finally let the tears fall down your face. but that pain is quickly gone as he presses his tongue on your clit, drawing slow, soothing strokes over the sting.  

“too much?” he teases as he wipes his chin on your thigh.    

now you barely manage to whisper “no” before he’s back fucking you with his tongue, moving his head side to side, dragging you through it until you’re too far gone to think.   

“be a good girl and cum all over my face.”    

so you do. legs trembling, body arching, pleasure spilling all over him just like he asked. you’re pretty sure you moan loud enough for everyone around to hear but at this point, you can’t bring yourself to care. 

his mouth now works carefully, trailing open-mouthed kisses along your cunt until every inch of you has been savoured, all while you lie there shaking, utterly overwhelmed and lost in the moment. when the trembling finally starts to fade, he slides back up to trace slow, almost absent circles on your cheek, as if trying to remind you that you exist.

“you okay?”

you exhale something close to a laugh, not really able to form any words as exhaustion takes over both your body and mind. not made any better as he nuzzles into you, his lips now trailing up your neck until he gazes straight into your soul again.

“didn’t hear a thank you.”

you roll your eyes, but you say it anyway.

“that’s my girl.”

[walkingnearfoxes]

Mind and Might (Soldier Boy x Reader Oneshot)

3.5k words. NSFW. Smut, weed, and Soldier Boy being his own warning. Snarky Female Supe Reader.

Soldier Boy isn’t a fan of telepaths.

Is this a repost? Yes! I messed up the tags because, just like Soldier Boy, I am an ancient jackass.

Butcher owes you big time for this. 

You glance at your phone, confirming that this rundown motel in Suffolk County was the place he was talking about. Sure enough, his text and the address your car directed you to are the same. Sighing, you stuff your hands in your coat pockets and head towards room 6. 

He told you he might not be there when you arrived, but some of his team would be. That didn’t help to narrow it down. His “team” grew and ebbed so frequently that you wouldn’t be surprised to find anyone behind that door.

You’re inside for two seconds before you are suddenly in a tight hug.

“Holy shit!” Hughie jumps out of his chair, looking torn between joyful and passionately relieved as he hugs you. “He said you were coming, but I thought he was full of it!”

“Isn’t he always?” You chuckle and hug him back briefly before stepping away. “So, where’s-”

“And who the hell is this?”

Butcher told you there was a new addition to the team. An important addition. An addition to finally take care of Homelander. You did not anticipate that addition to be Soldier Boy.

He’s in sweats with disheveled facial hair and a beer in one hand, but you’d recognize that face anywhere. That’s Soldier Boy, and he’s staring at you like he’s figuring out a puzzle.

Hughie releases you and tells him your name. “She’s here to help us.”

“Is she now?” Soldier Boy’s eyes don’t leave you as he takes a long sip of his beer. “Sure, I could use a little relief. Little young for me, but-”

“What? Ew! No!” Hughie sputters as you blink in disbelief. “No, she’s a supe.”

Soldier Boy’s expression doesn’t change. “Yeah? What’s your magic trick, sweetheart?”

You fold your arms across your chest and cut to the chase. “I’m a telepath.”

His face immediately darkens. “A telepath.”

You nod.

He places the beer down and immediately storms to the door. “Fuck no.”

~-~

Hughie calls Butcher frantically as Soldier Boy storms around the motel. You lean against the railing and watch the original supe throw his tantrum and debate leaving. Morbid curiosity and a deep loathing for Homelander keep you there.

Butcher manages to corral Soldier Boy back to the room, but that hasn’t stopped the argument.

“I’m not working with a mind fucker,” Soldier Boy snaps.

“Mind fucker?” You repeat. “How did you know my birth name?”

The glare he shoots you eerily reminds you of laser eyes.

Butcher holds up his hands. “Mate, she makes Mindstorm look like a sniveling tyke.”

Soldier Boy scoffs. “That’s a good thing to you?”

“It means we have another advantage,” Butcher offers. “You’re the brawn, she’s the brain, I’ve got the heart that’s gonna finish off these cunts.”

Soldier Boy’s glare lessens by one percent.

You sigh and take a step forward. “How about this? I promise to never use my powers on you.”

He scoffs. “And you want me to trust your word, sweet cheeks?”

“I just want Homelander gone,” You hold out your hand to him. “If that means helping you take out Payback, I’m in.”

He stares down at you for so long that you’re sure he will reject your proposition. Then, just as you’re about to pull away, he reaches out and takes your hand. He’s unnaturally warm, his fingers calloused and easily able to wrap around yours. Before you can pull away, he squeezes your wrist and tugs you forward. You stumble, only just able to maintain your balance and not run into his chest. You have to tilt your chin up to look at his dangerous glare.

“If you even think about using any freaky shit on me…” He growls out. “You’re dead.”

~-~

Butcher’s driving. Hughie is in the back of the car with you. Soldier Boy is glaring at you through the rearview mirror. He makes a scoffing sound. For the fifth time.

“Need a cough drop?” You offer.

Hughie groans and hides his face in his hand.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Soldier Boy grunts, turning to look back at you. “This is gonna be a fight. Not a fucking circus.”

“So I learned juggling for nothing?”

“Knock it off, the both of ya,” Butcher says, though you notice how his lips twitch in amusement. “You can fuck each other when I’m not in the same bloody car.”

“Or me,” Hughie says with a raised finger. “I would also like to not be in the car when that happens. For the record.”

~-~

There were more hired goons than anticipated, but that wasn’t much of a problem when Soldier Boy was on your side. 

He surveys the carnage across the forest floor, shaking his head in annoyance. He dropped his blunt after the fourth guy. Sloppy. What a waste. 

Regretting what he’s about to see, he lifts his head to look at you. He nearly reels back in shock. You’re standing around five fallen men, each of them unconscious. There wasn’t a scratch on you. Before he can further comprehend the scene, you lift your head to meet his gaze. 

“You good?” You ask.

He takes a moment, glancing at the bodies again, and swallows. “Yeah. Yeah. Let’s go.”

~-~

Soldier Boy can’t find any damn blunts in this house. The Legend must have hidden it on him. Asshole. He’s ready to start throwing shit when he smells what he’s been looking for. He follows the scent and is more than a little surprised to find you alone on one of the balconies. He frowns as he opens the door, looking between you and the contraption you’re holding in your hand. You stare at him suspiciously for a second, but it only takes you a moment to figure out his stare.

“It’s a pen,” You explain, smiling as you hold it out to him. “Just press down on the button.”

Soldier Boy hesitates briefly but finds himself standing beside you on the balcony. You put the pen in his hand, ensuring your fingers don’t touch. He puts the pen's tip in his mouth, presses the button, and inhales the sweet bliss. He blows the smoke out into the air with a long sigh, then fondly looks down at the pen. “The shit they’ve come up with...”

You chuckle and turn back to look out at the skyline. You rub your forehead, and Soldier Boy raises a brow in curiosity. “You good?”

You don’t answer him right away. He takes another hit of the pen to occupy the space.

“A lot of telepathy gives me a headache,” you finally explain, gesturing to the pen he’s still holding. “Hence the weed.”

There’s the window he’s been waiting for. “Yeah, what the fuck did you do to those guys?”

You wave your hand in front of you. “I can use my powers to knock people unconscious, but it’s been a while…and that was a lot of people.”

Soldier Boy’s frown deepens, but you continue before he can say more. “So with that on top of focusing on not reading people’s thoughts…it’s just a lot.”

He hums in thought, taking yet another hit of the pen. In his defense, you don’t seem to mind. “You never sneak a peek?”

I arch a brow. “You want me to end up like Mindstorm?”

“Fuck no,” He retorts quickly. “But it’s a damn useful power to just…not use.”

You shrug. “I told you I wouldn’t, and I won’t. A real superhero never lies.”

He nearly chokes on his fourth hit of the pen. The last time he heard that line, he was in the midst of not receiving an Academy Award. He turns to you in shock, and you smile slyly back. 

“My grandpa played The Soldier Boy Story until I knew it by heart,” You explain softly. “You still have fans, Soldier Boy.”

There’s silence as he looks you over as if spotting something for the first time. He slowly hands you back your pen. “...Ben.”

You blink. “What?”

“Call me Ben,” He murmurs. “I hate hearing Soldier Boy all the damn time.”

You slowly smile. “Okay. Ben.”

Something in how your lips curve around his name feels good to him.

~-~

Ben bursts into the motel room. “The fuck happened?”

“I-I don’t know,” Hughie says, wide eyes darting between Ben and your shaking form. “We followed Butcher’s lead to the club, she was fine until we got back-”

A club full of supes with enough fucked up thoughts to drive the pope to an orgy. Ben growled. He was going to kill Butcher for sending you there.

“Go get Butcher,” He orders to Hughie, and then it’s as if Hughie doesn’t exist to him. He kneels in front of where you’re sitting on the bed, face in your hands. “Talk. What’s going on?”

“It was too much,” You whisper, your voice just as shaky as your shoulders. “Tuning them all out…my head…”

He cups your face in his massive hands. “You listen to me, baby girl. Nothing else. Breathe in. Slower. Slower. And now back out.”

You listen as he guides you through slower breathing for several minutes. He doesn’t stop - nor does he allow you to stop - until you stop shaking. He still cradles your face, his green eyes analyzing every inch of you. “Better?”

You sniffle, utterly unaware of how that sound makes his heart clench. “Y-yeah…thanks.”

“It’s my job, sweetness,” Ben brushes a thumb carefully over your cheekbone. “Next time, tell me what Butcher tells you to do so I can kick his ass first.”

~-~

“Ben.”

His free hand covers your mouth, his other hand too busy curling two fingers inside of you so perfectly your legs shake. “You trying to get us an audience, sweetness?”

You whine against his mouth, and he chuckles in reply, his thumb teasingly pressing harder down on your clit. The wall behind you and his warmth in front of you are all that’s keeping you upright at this point. In the back of your mind, you vaguely remember that a crappy motel wall is all that’s distancing you from Butcher and Hughie. 

It feels too good to care.

“You know…” Ben talks casually as his fingers fuck you faster. He never tires. He never has to adjust. He just takes. “If I knew this was a better way to keep you calm, I would’ve started this weeks ago.”

You bite his palm, and he laughs. “Playing that way tonight, huh?”

He leans in, and his lips easily find the sensitive skin of your neck. He sucks down hard, and you feel his smirk when you moan. “There we go…” He praises. “Come on, baby. Let go.”

You’d be more embarrassed at how much his voice gets you off if it didn’t feel so damn good. His thumb rubs those tight circles on your clit, and you’re gone. He grins as he feels your walls tighten on his fingers. “Good girl…”

He only removes his hand from your mouth when you stop convulsing. His other hand deftly slips out of your undone pants, and he sucks his soaked fingers into his mouth. The groan he makes is obscene. “Pussy like damn ambrosia.”

You lean your head back against the wall. “Where…where did that even come from?”

He grins deviously. “I need a reason? You looked good today. That’s all,” He leans in and brushes his lips over yours. “And we’re not done...”

~-~

“So, you guys finally found a way to get along?”

You look up from your coffee mug, shooting Hughie a confused glance. “What’re you talking about?”

Hughie grins and gestures to your neck. “Heck of a mark there.”

You growl and look back at Ben, who is lingering near the fridge. “Did you seriously give me a hickey?”

His grin is shameless. “What? You look good with it,” He comes up behind you, his voice right next to your ear. “Don’t act like you weren’t begging for it.”

He gives your ass a good smack as he walks by, and damn it if you weren’t fighting back a blush. Hughie looks between the two of you and sighs. “Does he even care that I’m here?”

~-~

You don’t notice the heat until it’s almost too late.

Ben later tells you that it was a commercial with some shit Russian music playing in the background. It was enough to set him off. You’re reading in the bed beside him, unaware of it until you feel it. His chest warms so quickly that half of him is steaming from the reactor Russia had gifted him.

You grab his arm. “Ben.”

Ben is barely there anymore. His eyes are clenched shut. “Leave.”

If he blows, the whole motel is going with him. There is no “leaving.”

“Let me help,” You hold his face, ignoring the burn it gives to your palms. “Please.”

His eyes shakily open, and for a terrifying moment, you see resistance. Then, he gives a curt nod. You respond immediately, your telepathy sending calming energy pulses into his mind. Slowly but certainly, the light in his chest fades. He falls back against the bed in exhaustion when it's completely gone. You move to pull your hands away, but he catches your wrists.

“...thanks.”

You smile. “My pleasure. I always prefer not to be blown up.”

Ben huffs a tired laugh. He pulls you to rest on his chest and curls his arms around you. “Give me a sec, and I can help with those burnt hands.”

You would barely call it a burn, but play it up with a smile anyway. “You’re a healer now?”

He kisses the top of your head. “Nah. But I can distract ya from the pain…”

~_~

Ben always eats you out like you’re his last meal. You have a sneaking suspicion it has something to do with your teasing him before you started hooking up, asking him if he even knew where the clit was; the look he gave you, in retrospect, was scheming.

Oh, he knew.

He has your thighs over his shoulders and his hands on your lower stomach. You’re a powerful supe, but you may as well be a doll under his strength. You have little choice but to take what he gives you, and tonight, he seems intent on climaxing you to unconsciousness. After the fourth one, you give his hair a very purposeful tug. “Ben, mercy!” You say with a breathless laugh, your legs shaking as he lazily runs his tongue up and down your slit. 

He smirks and moves his mouth away, only enough to speak. “What do you mean? We haven’t even hit our record yet.”

You shake your head indulgently and loosen your grip on his hair, carding your fingers through the locks instead. He practically purrs. “We had a lot more time with the record,” You remind him. Seriously, what’s the rush?”

Ben’s eyes have a rare flicker of solemnity as he pulls away to rest his chin on top of your thigh. “...I don’t know, baby. I’ve got a bad feeling.”

Your hand stills for a moment. “Herogasm was a fluke, you know that.”

“...it’s not that,” He closes his eyes for a moment and kisses your hip. There’s a new resolution to his gaze when he looks at you again. “I don’t want you coming with us to the tower.”

“...excuse me?” 

“Babe-”

“What the fuck, Ben?” You push his head away, and he obliges you by moving so you can sit up on the bed. “So, that’s what this was? Orgasming me into agreeing?”

“...maybe a little.”

“No,” You say firmly. “I’m not stepping back when we’re this close.”

He says your first name. He never says your name. It’s always some pet name, a form of endearment. He’s serious about this. “Something’s going to go wrong. I don’t know what, but…I can’t…”

He rests his forehead against your knee. “Please.”

He never says please, either.

Your stubbornness fades, and you soften. You scoot closer, a hand cradling the back of his neck. He melts at your touch, and you can’t help but give a quiet sigh of agreement. “Alright…but I swear if you blow up Manhattan-”

He lets out a sound, half torn between relief and a laugh. He kisses your knee. “I won’t, babe. Promise.”

You smile softly. “Good…I love you.”

Ben stiffens, though he doesn’t move from his place on your knee. “Babe…”

“You don’t need to say it back,” You say to him softly. “I just…needed you to know.”

He lets out a shaky breath. His reply is kissing his way back between your thighs. He told you what happened the last time he loved someone. You understand. He may be unable to say it, but he can show it.

~-~

He only half kept his promise about not blowing up Manhattan. 

You could see the explosion from the safe house, and you had never run so fast. The city was a disaster, with people fleeing in every direction and fires dotting the streets. You focus your powers on his mind, desperate for any sign of life. While you don’t detect his thoughts, you feel him - and he was close.

You find his unconscious body ungracefully sprawled near a fire hydrant. People barely give him a glance between their panic and all the smoke, but that won’t last long. You need to act quickly.

“I’m gonna kill you when you wake up,” You growl, taking his arms and dragging him toward the nearest alley. When he is safely slumped against the wall, you pull your phone out of your pocket. It was time to call in a favor.

~-~

Grace is the only one who knows where the two of you are. It takes several IOUs to make it happen. You’re sure she still wouldn’t have gone for it before understanding you are the only thing that can calm the walking nuclear reactor.

Ben has been unconscious for hours. You’re pacing the bedroom of the cottage Grace has placed you in, reminding yourself that he always needs time to recover after a blast. He would wake up. He had to.

Finally, when you’re considering waking him up in some more unconventional ways, his eyes creak open. His gaze lands on you immediately, and he murmurs your name. You jump him in a hug, ignoring his grunt of surprise.

“Ben, you asshole,” You whisper, tightening your hold as his hand comes around to rest on your lower back. “I told you-”

“Sorry, sweetness,” He murmurs, his voice exhausted. “It went more wrong than I thought.”

You pull away to look at him. “What happened?”

“Could ask you the same thing,” He murmurs, glancing around the room suspiciously. “The fuck are we doing in a cabin?”

“Right…well, that is a very long story. You remember Grace from Nicaragua-”

“Wait.”

He lifts a hand and cradles the side of your face. The action is so soft that your words fade to nothing. He studies your eyes for a moment and then nods. “Read my mind.”

You blink in shock. “What?”

“I’m serious,” Ben murmurs. “Read my mind. I need you to see something.”

You wait as if expecting a punchline. When none come, you nod. You loosen your senses and connect them to his thoughts.

They are all of you. Your first meeting, your bickerings, your first stolen kiss on the balcony. Everything. As you fade from memory to memory, one unavoidable truth reveals itself. He loves you.

You pull back to the present, staring at him with your lips lightly parted. He smiles lazily and pulls you to his chest. You give in without complaint, your eyes falling shut.

“...you damn sap.”

“Shut it, sweets.”

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

The disparity between your Motley Crue section and GNR terrifies me, so as your seemingly one Nikki Sixx fan, I have come with a request.

Fluff.

I know, how terrible, how foul, how utterly depraved. But I almost never see fluff of this man & Jesus fuck does he deserve all the softness and comfort.

(I would not complain about smut, though seperately cause he is absolutely horrifically hot in the sense he's really pretty and sweet on the outside and then there's something dark swirling behind his eyes)

A/n: The difference is insane I get a little giggle out of it every time ngl

Warnings: Nikki cries but other than that it's fluff, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Nikki was a big name in a big city and craved attention, when you first started dating you didn't care, you still didn't really, but you did worry about him.

You tried getting him to open up more but it was pointless, he switched the topic or laughed it off. Eventually you gave up, when he was on stage he was having fun and when he was with you he was definitely having fun, but you just moved in together and it was new.

Nikki was used to being alone, he was always alone. He had his band, but once Motley got big there was no need sticking together all the time, and he grew up with his grandparents mostly but he was still relatively distant. Now you were around all the time, at shows, the bar, when he came home and when he left. That's not to say he hated it, he just wasn't used to it.

He came home one night after a show and dropped his stuff by the door, having planned to just crawl into bed but he saw you in the kitchen so he went there first. "What're you doing?" He asked, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. You giggled when he kissed your cheek and returned it before speaking.

"Making dinner, why?" You asked, stirring the noodles in the pot. "Tired?" Nikki didn't respond, he was just stuck staring in the pot hugging you from behind. "Nikki?" You spoke again. When you didn't get a response you just left him, figuring he had had a long day or something of the sorts.

The radio was on in the background, Deep Purple came on. You weren't big on them but Nikki always liked them and you knew the song so you started humming along to it, swaying your hips as you did. Still no reaction from Nikki but he smile softly, you felt it against your neck as he watched you cook.

He got ingredients when you asked him to and helped with cleaning up as you went but if you didn't tell him to do something he was right behind you, giving you a squeeze here and there.

This felt different. Something was wrong. Very wrong. It's not that Nikki wasn't cuddly, per se, he definitely could be, something was just... wrong.

You sat down and ate, he said nothing. You finished cleaning up, nothing. Watching TV and getting ready for bed, still nothing, you even tempted him with lingerie but he barely batted an eye, only gave a wry chuckle and shook his head at you.

Nikki got into bed and laid down where he always did, head on his pillow, splayed out for you to cuddle up to. He stared at the ceiling while you stared at him, thinking for a moment.

Nikki looked to you, a brow raised in curiosity. "What're you doing?" He asked just as he had earlier.

You let out a heavy sigh and crossed your arms over your chest, resting your weight on one side. "You're acting weird." You stated. Nikki thought for a moment and then laid his head back, giving the spot next to him a small pat.

You did as he silently asked and got in, but you paused as you did. Instead of curling up against him you copied his position, didn't even use his arm as a pillow like you did every other night.

Nikki gave you a sideways look and waited for you to roll up into him, but you didn't. "Are you mad at me?" He asked finally, his voice much too soft for your liking. It was weird, all of it, nothing was normal. He could be sweet, sure, but this wasn't sweet soft, this was 'did I mess up again?' soft and you didn't like the look in his eyes.

"No, I'm not, of course I'm not mad at you." You said, reaching over to cup his face in your hand. "It's your turn to cuddle tonight." He raised a brow at you but seemed to understand pretty quick when you pulled him closer. Nikki was big and strong and happy with that so he was always the big spoon, if you were on the couch you were laying on top of him, it didn't matter the setting.

He let his head fall on your chest, your arms wrapping around him and rubbing his back. You tried to remember the tune of the song you were humming along to earlier and started again, letting him listen to it and your heartbeat, putting him to sleep.

Only he didn't sleep, you heard sniffles coming from him and quickly went to check on him. Nikki shook his head and pushed his face further into you, hiding. You wanted to push him on it, get him to tell you what was wrong so you could help but instead just let him cry into you while you held and comforted him until he finally fell asleep.

It's what he did for you, and you could be his pillow every now and then if it made him feel better.

[grymm-gardens]

Lucanis is potentially one of my favorite character concepts ever (fuck bioware for firing mary kirby) specifically because he is hands down the best depiction of a dissociative disorder I have ever seen in my life. I am diagnosed with OSDD and have discussed him with my therapist (who is also a dragon age fan lmao) and she could not agree more.

Spite and lucanis' relationship at the beginning is a perfect representation of the way you can feel a disconnect between yourself and the darker parts of yourself, the way he seems resigned to dying rather than ever accepting Spite as a permanent part of him, the way you see him struggling with the Idea that the only reason he and spite can coexist is that maybe Lucanis himself already had a spiteful demonic side that Spite was able to latch onto. The realization the spite isn't overtaking Lucanis out of a desire to hurt him, but rather to protect them both because as long as lucanis still feels like he is in the ossuary, spite will always feel like he needs to save them, the same way that when a dissociative part gets triggered by trauma and starts responding like theyre experiencing the trauma again, and that the only way around this for lucanis was for him to start learning some amount of self-compassion for himself and for Spite and to start showing spite that they are safe, that they have good people around them, and that despite all of the trauma, mess, and danger that lucanis thinks he brings to the table that there are people that will love and care for him regardless. there are even people who will love and care for spite as well, and that he doesnt need to fear his own existence??? the coffee date with spite to show him what living is like?? and that they are safe and he doesnt need to fight anymore??? ahhh its just all such a good concept that i wish the game wouldve explored further, and is the sole reason i picked up writing again.

i have no idea if that will make any sense to any one but me, but i smoked the devils lettuce and needed to yap

[uhhlifeig]

Hiiiii can I have 😍 FOR JARTYLUS? (BARTY X REGULUS X JAMES)

i hope this is up to par since i havent read any jartlus fics lmaooo

here ya go!!

~~~~~

Everyone had one string tied to their finger.

Or, almost everyone.

James had two. He’d always had two, ever since he had discovered his magic and the red threads had appeared.

He’d tried to find who they were connected to, with little luck. Every time he messed with one connection, the other would go haywire.

Maybe his soulmates already knew each other.

Maybe they were already together.

Merlin, what if they didn’t want him? What if he was doomed to be the third wheel forever?

Maybe his soulmates would like him if he were a better person.

And so he made himself look good. He appealed to all of Hogwarts, he was kind, he was accepting of anyone and everyone.

And then his soulmates noticed. They really, really noticed. Not that they hadn’t before, but it was a lot more present now.

James may not have caught the staring from the Slytherin table, but it was always there.

Two boys, sitting hand-in-hand, stared at him.

They watched as he sighed and scrubbed a hand across his face. 

They watched as he looked straight at his right hand.

They watched as he pulled his arm back, almost falling off the bench he was sitting on in the process.

They felt it as they lurched forwards in James’s direction, nearly faceplanting into the table.

Barty frowned as he considered what to do. “On three,” he muttered to Regulus, after they had regained their bearings.

He got the message instantly.

“One, two, three.”

The two boys yanked as hard as they could, at the same time, causing James to go flying into the Hufflepuffs 

Regulus and Barty grinned, subtly high-fiving under the table. 

Their grins were immediately wiped off of their faces the moment that they noticed James stalking towards them. 

He looked mad.

“You two,” he muttered. “C’mon.” He motioned for them to follow him out of the Great Hall and into a corridor. 

Barty shot Regulus a look that he hoped conveyed a very urgent “we’re going to die today” sort of message.

Regulus sent one back that said something along the lines of, “I don’t care if he’s going to off us, he’s hot.”

James looked back and frowned at the both of them, speeding up.

The three of them reached an alcove before James finally spoke. 

“You’re my soulmates, aren’t you?” he asked resignedly.

“Considering the display in the Great Hall earlier, I would assume so,” Regulus frowned. “Why? Do you not want us?”

“No, it’s just-” James cut himself off, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Well, I thought you wouldn’t want me.”

“Of course we’d want you,” Barty gasped. “You’re bloody amazing.”

“Really?” James looked at him hopefully. “I’m not… too much? Too… Gryffindor?”

“I’d hope you’re a Gryffindor,” Regulus snorted. “You’re going to need a lot of bravery to face Sirius after this.”

“Oh, I’m fucked, aren’t I.”

“Yeah,” Regulus and Barty said at the same time.

[logansdoe]

Will trying to focus working but reader is under the desk edging him 😭

im ovulating

y'all are planning to kill me with these.

"stop that", his voice echoes the empty classroom. Someone passing by the open door would think he has gone completely mad after the cases he worked on.

His handwriting keeps messing up. Spelling mistakes or letters that don't even exist. He should have never agreed to this. Never let you sit under the table and torture him.

But how could he refuse? You begged so pretty. "I'll be good, I promise", devils words, he believes. Your eyes looking at him. Brows furrowed with such desperation. He was a weak man for you.

Pushing his chair back a bit as he looked down. On your knees as she continued to press kisses on his cock. Your dark lipstick now faded across your lips. Imprints of it, darker to lighter, littered his cock.

That's what you have been doing. For the last 30 minutes. Kissing it, sometimes occasionally licking the tip to taste his precum. Bitter, but you never complained.

He wants to take your name, tell you to quit it. But he can't. It's too risky. Agreeing with you was always risky.

Still, your name falls from his lips as he leans back in his chair. The pencil dropping on the page he was writing. He can't even catch a break with you. Letting out a deep hum as his hand tucks your hair behind your ear.

Your eyes looking up at him as you pulled off, still having your hand around his width. He knew what you were doing. Teasing him, tormenting him until he gave what you wanted.

He felt ashamed of himself. Having a pretty thing like you on your knees, nearly half his age. And still getting hard like a teenager who is about to cum in just a few minutes.

His hand goes to the back of your head as guides his tip to your lips. "Open", he jests. You did. The tip brushing against your tongue making him part his lips. Fuck, he's sensitive.

It hitting the back of your throat. Making you breath in through your nose. You looked so pretty, Will groaned. His lips parted, like it was getting harder for him to breathe.

The hand at the back of your head now guided your head. Will could cum just at the sight of you. Making him buck his hips. Was it because you teased him for so long, because he is too close to cumming.

"oh— baby, agh—", he looked down at you. Brow creased. Lips parting before he licked them. Taking his bottom lip in-between his teeth to muffle his groans.

Your head moving faster. Saliva escaping from the corner of your lips and to your chin. Trying to breathe through your nose but choking, making your splutter around him. Gagging.

But he didn't care, not right now. You're fine. His hips bucking up as he breathed heavier and heavier. Pushing your head all the way, your hands grabbing his thigh and hip.

Not even a minute later he whimpered. The hot cum sliding down your throat. Not even tasting it before it went down. His eyes closed, hand shaking around your hair. Feet kicking at the ground before it passed in waves.

Finally, letting you go as he pulled you off. His softening cock slipping out of your mouth. His shaky hands brushing your hair away as he took a tissue from his table. Wiping away the spit and some of his cum from your lips and chin.

You smiled as you looked up at him, "are you less stressed?", you asked. Teasing. He looked at you before humming.

You'll give him a heart attack one day. But he'll make sure its when he is between your legs, while being suffocated from your pretty cunt.

a/n: Will shakes like crazy when he cums and you can't change my mind.

[deadhands69]

You Started It

Tomura Shigaraki x reader

Here's 76: “you started it!” Thanks for requesting this one @scary-grace and @shigarakislaughter I had other ideas but this kind of wrote itself so if you had anything else in mind, I can write another one [prompt from this list of three word prompts, feel free to send requests and I'll be working on them in the evenings over the next few weeks!] tattoo shop AU fluff Contains: mentions of needles, heavy making out and an implied suggestive comment (this is like pg-13), and it was clearly written by someone slightly shorter than Tomura so I guess mentally change the descriptions however you want.

The neon green ‘tattoo’ light in the window flickers. It’s been doing that on and off for weeks now, driving you all crazy. Probably fixable, you think every time you see it happening but none of you remember to do anything about it when you do have a free moment. You make a mental note.

Right now is not the time though.

Right now, you’re gloved-up and coating everything in a disinfectant so intense you’re not really sure how it’s legally available to the public. The clock rolls over to seven pm, it’s a late start to your day but in the slow season you’ll take what you can get. Tomura in the adjacent station is halfway through another huge video game tattoo on his roommate. Dabi’s client is looking at their new tattoo in the mirror. The others didn’t bother to show up, having no one on the schedule.

“Are you using my bottles?” you ask Tomura, staring the answer down in front of him. 

“Grabbed the wrong ones earlier, just use mine.”

“Ughh,” you groan at him, grabbing his and spraying them with more cleaner than you’d typically use. “You better scrub those really well. Last time you used mine I found ink on them after.”

“I know how to clean,” Tomura rolls his eyes at you. 

“No dude, you're fucking gross sometimes,” yells Dabi from across the room while he bandages the tattoo he just finished. 

“Hey,” Tomura complains over his shoulder, “don't say that in front of my client.”

“Your client is Spinner. Doesn't count,” you laugh. 

“Hey, I count!” yells Spinner, while Tomura grumbles at him to stop moving. 

“You know what I mean, you know him,” you quip back while wiping down your station. “I've seen how he is in here, and this is work. There's no way he isn’t an absolute slob at home.”

“Hah!” exclaims Spinner, once more prompting Tomura to groan at him before the latter puts all of his weight over the former's thigh to force him to stay still. “No, you’re right. He’s definitely a mess at home.”

“I clean fine,” Tomura mumbles. 

You watch as Spinner winces slightly at Tomura dry wiping his leg in retaliation before continuing, “you are capable of cleaning fine, absolutely. But your bedroom is full of trash and takeout boxes at any given time. So no, I wouldn't say that you're clean.”

“I'm busy,” Tomura grumbles, eyes flicking in your direction to see your reaction. His face flushes behind locks of long white hair. It's pretty, but you've always wondered how he can work like that. This sparks a bickering conversation between the two of them regarding what constitutes ‘busy,’ but you tune them out in favor of the work you need to do. 

A few minutes later, everything is wiped, wrapped, and organized. With your station ready, you wait. Hovering just close enough to see the lines on Spinner’s leg come together. It looks amazing.

Watching Tomura work is fascinating. As much as you love making fun of him, he's good at what he does. He also has nice hands, you note, paying careful attention to the way they flex through the gloves he's wearing. Plus, he's cute when he's concentrating. His eyes squint and he bites his bottom lip every time he has to pull a long line. It’s a face you’ve memorized. You find yourself staring at him a lot. He probably notices, but you don’t really care. 

Shortly after you first started working here, he asked you out. And like an idiot, you said no. Not wanting to mix your work and personal life (even if he is one of the most attractive humans you've ever met in an ethereal way that makes you wonder how he even exists.) At the time, you thought it probably wasn’t a big deal for him. Making the assumption that he asks people out on a regular basis because every other guy here does (which is valid, because they’re all attractive and that usually goes well for them.) However, putting together everything you’ve seen and what Spinner has said about Tomura’s personal life, you don’t think he goes on any dates even if he easily could. 

You think about it a lot. Running through every outcome of how things would have been different if you’d said yes. How the date would have gone. If you'd still joke like you do. You love spending time with him. Sometimes you even wonder if he has any interest now that he's actually gotten to know you. 

Probably not you decide, trying to shut the thought out of your mind. 

Toga from the front desk brings your client back. Perfect timing for a distraction. 

It's a little past eleven when Toga turns off the neon ‘open’ sign, dims the lights, and locks the door for the evening. 

“Have a good night!” she yells before exiting through the back door and disappearing down the street. Dabi left a few hours ago which just leaves you and Tomura still putting things away after cleaning up for the night. 

“Why'd you let Dabi tattoo you yesterday,” he asks while replacing your shared paper towel roll. 

“Because I liked the drawing he did and I wanted it as a tattoo.”

“You like my drawings too, you said so.” You nod. “So, why haven't you let me tattoo you yet?”

You didn't want to ask and be imposing or take too much of his time since he never offered to tattoo you, like Dabi who offered to trade, but more importantly: “Are you…jealous?”

“No, of course not,” Tomura says the words but his voice gives him away. 

“Oh. Well, I'd love to get tattooed from you sometime. Whenever you have time.” At the last minute you add sarcastically, “as long as you aren't too busy to clean everything before.”

He scoffs at you, walking around  the table to where your bottles are sitting (thankfully spotless, you note) on his tray. You grab two but he gets the third. 

“And for that,” he says holding it over his head, just out of your reach, “you're not getting this back.”

Okay. You'll bite. 

“Really?” you ask, trying to reach for it to no avail. Instead, you switch to using both hands to try to bring his arm down but he's surprisingly strong. You could tickle him but you aren't sure if he's ticklish. He seems like he would be though and he'd probably end up squeezing the bottle and spraying soap everywhere for you both to deal with. 

“Come on, give it back. You're so mean to me,” you pout but there's no real bite to your words. 

“You started it!” he retorts.

“Oh yeah? How did I start it?” you ask, still hanging off his extended arm. 

“By being mean to me first.”

“Fine then. Tomura, can you please give me the soap bottle back?”

“Hmmm. What are you going to do for it?” he smirks at you, flirting? Suddenly, you realize how close the two of you are standing. Your feet are firmly planted on either side of his worn red skate shoes, chests pressed together. 

“What do you want me to do for it?”

“I don't know,” he furrows his brow, “didn't think that far ahead.”

You try to shove him playfully but having just mopped, the floor is slippery. The two of you lose balance slightly before his free hand wraps around your waist to steady you. Your hands are gripping his shirt and you're close. Very close. 

His body feels warm against yours and firmer than you expected. You’re not sure why you thought he’d be bonier, but ‘toned guy who spends all of his free time playing video games alone’ isn’t a phrase that typically makes sense. Here you are though. In your surprise, you find your hands exploring more of him than you consciously chose to - running your fingers down his chest, around his ribs, and down the curve of his spine. In response, he wraps his other arm around you, bottle laying forgotten on the tray behind him. 

First you kiss his cheek, making tentative contact with his dry, but surprisingly soft, skin. His hold on you tightens as he exhales shakily. Slowly, you kiss your way across his face until your lips find his. They’re chapped, like usual, so you’re careful to not shove into him too hard. 

He isn’t.

His mouth moves desperately on yours. Kissing you passionately with force, like he’s trying to suck your soul from your body. You feel his fingertips digging into your shoulders, pulling you in as close as he can. Without breaking the connection, you push him a few steps back onto the table he just finished cleaning, climbing over his lap and straddle him as he lays back. He grabs your new tattoo on accident before immediately letting go at your slight recoil. Eventually, his hands find a safe place on your hips and yours tangle their way into his hair, which is also surprisingly soft for how messy he usually wears it. The two of you stay like this for a while, losing track of time. Not caring who can see you making out through the floor to ceiling windows as they pass. 

You pull back for air, opening your eyes to look down at him. He’s beautiful, even in the limited lighting.

He smiles up at you. His teeth are cute and crooked in a way that perfectly suits his face. You lean in again, kissing him with less urgency this time.

“Does this mean you changed your mind?” his lips move over yours as he speaks.

“Hmm?” you hum, too lost in the moment to figure out what he's referring to. 

“Am I good enough now?” you pull away fully to see his face. 

“What are you talking about? Good enough for what?” you ask, still staring at him in a daze. 

“To date you. You said no when I asked but you still seem into me. I figured you had a reason so I’ve been trying to be better.” When you don’t respond immediately, he jumps to more conclusions. “Is it the cleaning thing? Because that only happened once and I said I was sorry.”

“No, it's not that. It wasn't that. It wasn't anything you did. Uhm, that doesn't really matter right now.” You move a strand of hair out of his face, watching as he melts to your touch. “You’re definitely good enough,” you whisper, “what are you doing tonight?”

His mouth cracks open to give the most obviously flirty answer before biting his bottom lip for a moment and thinking it through. “No plans, but I’ve been working since two without a break so I’m not up for much.”

“That’s okay,” you murmur back, “want to get takeout and watch a movie or something?”

“Yeah,” he smiles at you again and the world spins. The two of you stand, grabbing your jackets to leave, and make your way out the door.

Tonight will be cute, fun. You’re not worried about the stray bottles you left between your stations. Or the few paper towels that didn’t make it into the trash can. You're not even thinking about the security camera footage that will inevitably be circulating between everyone in the shop before you both show up to work tomorrow.

masterlist

[lovelywyenn]

“Oh m-my goddddd” you moan out, a manicured hand desperately pressing against Hange’s abdomen. But your partner was so fucking strong and easily swatted your hands away, grabbing right at your throat and pulling your back flush against their chest. But their hips don’t stop. Of course they don’t fucking stop. The mean pummeling they were giving speeds up.

A wickedly happy laugh falls from Hange’s lips as they stare at your reaction in the mirror. Poor thing, you were a mess. Mascara streaking down your cheeks, she almost felt bad. Seeing the fat globs of tears welling up in your eyes. But they knew you both needed this.

“Why are you runnin’ from it sweetheart, thought you wanted to get pounded?” Hange coos. The sweet words are so confusing, filled with fake kindness. If they were really as giddy as they sounded, why were your guts being rearranged?

Your eyes roll back in your head as Hange’s pulsing tip nudged right against your sweet spot, and if it weren’t for that tight grip on your neck you would have fallen over as your knees buckled.

“Right there, huh baby” and you start to squirm from the spotlight on your g-spot, you shouldn’t have been so fucking loud, because now they weren’t letting up on you. “Yeah, I know mama, you like it when I bully that spot?”

Your voice is barely coherent as you answer them, the desperateness clouding your brain speaking for you, “Yesssss” you keen.

“This all you needed isn’t it, missed me pounding some sense back into you.” Hange speaks and you cry out as they punctuate each hardened word with a mean and rough thrust, each one digging deeper into your quivering hole.

“D-Didn’t mean it” you try to explain, gasping for air, But Hange wasn’t having it. “I don’t care if you meant it or not” they sneer, “No reason I should ever come home and see you in lingerie right next to my best friend.” The humor was completely gone from their voice, and their thrusts held no care in them anymore. Hange was fucking you silly. You needed a good reminder of who you fucking belonged to.

“J-Just wanted y-your attention baby, I s-swear” you stutter.

And Hange gets it. They have been so busy at work lately. Spending long nights in the office so they could afford this big house for you. All the endless name brands you asked for. The insurance for that pretty pink car you drive.

They knew you loved attention, craved it from them. But dammit, loving you was frustrating. You could be so immature sometimes and it left Hange with no choice but to take their anger out on you in the only way they ever did. Pounding your poor pussy raw.

“I know” they finally answer you, grip on your neck growing gentle as they make you look at them. “I wish you’d just be patient sweetheart, I work so hard for you ya know?”

Your eyes flutter close as a gentle kiss is pressed against your cheeks. But those mean ass hips don’t stop moving.

“But if you miss me all you have to do is call, you know that” They say.

You knew your actions were childish. You and hange were grown adults. You shouldn’t be pulling shit like rubbing all up on Levi just cause you felt neglected. And it was a bit shameful you had to be pounded like this, legs quivering and thighs sticky with a filthy mixture of hange’s precum and your juices.

“M-M’sorry” you apologize in that sweet little voice. “I don’t want him, you know I don’t baby. Just want you”

It wasn’t often you apologized, and Hange knew you were sincere. Plus, you knew how to fuel your partner’s ego. And those pretty claims of not wanting Levi went straight to the cock throbbing inside of you.

You were getting closer, Hange could tell by how your walls were squeezing around them. No matter how many times Hange fucked you loose you would always tighten up again. Every time was like the first and it only ever drove Hange closer to their own orgasm.

“It’s okay darling”Hange mummers, pressing kisses along your shoulder. A sneaky hand runs along your body, soon joined by another. One teases around your nipple, touch feather light to the point you could barely feel it. But just enough that it stole some of your sanity. The other traces the delicate curves of your body until it reaches your pretty little bud, perked up and begging for attention.

You cry out as soon as Hange rolls their pointer finger around your clit, and your partner knows they’ve done you in. “Go on sweetheart, make it up to me and cum on my cock, you can do that for me right?”

The words do you over, and you feel like you can’t breathe. Hange’s thrusts send fire throughout your body and you can’t even moan from how fucking deep they were inside of you. You cum with a silent cry, pussy spasming as the squelching in the room only grows louder.

If it weren’t for Hange holding your limp body up, you would have fallen right on your buckled knees.

“F-Fuck woman, ya milkin’ me here darling “Hange stutters, finally giving into the pleasure they had been desperately holding back to teach you a damn good lesson.

You swear you cum again when you feel splashes of white, hot cum ill your hole. And Hange doesn’t stop fucking it into you, just pushing it deeper and deeper until you were sure your birth control would be rendered ineffective.

If being a brat got your pussy stuffed like this…

You would be sure to do it more often.

[pzos-amiserableidiot]

Okay so I’ve tried looking and maybe I’m just bad at finding where everyone else in love with this niche is hiding but like. Carlton Lassiter/Burton Guster from Psych (2006) is an underrated ship. Like I thought maybe in the OT4 people would utilize their dynamic a bit more but no!! They’ll do literally every combo of the ship and leave Gus and Lassie like… never or barely interacting?!? And I’m like guys!!!! There’s so much to be used between those two!!!!

- they both are looking for commitment

- They both are really weird about their cars

- The tap dancing episode!!

- Gus being more serious but still going along with Shawn’s antics. Could help Lassie loosen up a little

- Carlton being more serious and reliable and while weird Gus has his own quirks and is best friends with Shawn. I highly doubt Lassie’s own interests would be much of a turn off.

- I truly think Gus would freak out and go even harder on his ‘Lassie is weird’ thing, trying to get rid of his crush by spending more time with Carlton, being horrified he’s finding his quirks endearing. To the giving in a flirting.

- I think Lassie wouldn’t be as horrified more just ‘really?????? Idiot #2??????’

Like yeah there will definitely be issues like Lassiter always putting his work first and staying late but they’re both romantics and Gus will follow Shawn and like listen. They’d have to work through a lot but so does literally every other pair in the OT4!!!! So I don’t see these as bad things just issues to play with!! Fun angst!!

Maybe I’m not explaining this well at all but I truly think Gus/Lassie is a such a fun little rare pair and underrated dynamic. A lot of what makes Shawn/Gus (specifically not wanting to mess up the current dynamic and one dragging the other into antics) and Gus/Jules (strangers to coworkers to friends to lovers) and Shawn/Lassiter (idiots and denial and fuck ur hot why are you hot) such fun and interesting pairs is what makes Gus/Lassiter fun too!! Strangers to enemies(?) to coworkers to friends to lovers! Denial! Angst! Internal crises!! It’s just so good and I want more.

To further the Gus/Lassiter agenda I recommend the following two fics to everyone. Both are on ao3.

i wanna wake up with your weight by my side by under_the_silk_tree

A Gus sick fic where Lassie has to take care of Gus. Very cute. 8k+ words. One shot

Last Week Gus by under_the_silk_tree

The tags and summary kinda give it away but it’s so !!!!!!! 3k+ words. One shot

[spiderlot]

Imagine being a friend of Eli's who's never gotten on with Josh and things just get worse once Iris comes into the picture because you end up with this crazy big crush on her, and Josh knows. So, because he's s a sick twisted fuck, he likes to mess with you about it.

Like one day you end up stuck in a room with the both of them - Eli and Patrick having ditched you - and Josh just starts ordering Iris around to wind you up. She ends up straddling your lap, her hands all over you and her breath fanning across your face because she's so close, and you're so caught up in it and want to kiss her so bad that you don't snap out of it until Josh gives another command or starts laughing. It ends with you having to forcibly push Iris off you and walk away.

Of course Josh makes Iris forget the whole thing, so the next time she sees you - Eli and Patrick having dragged you along on the trip they take in the film with them - she doesn't know why you're suddenly so awkward around her. Poor girl starts worrying that you don't like her, and there's all this tension between you two because a part of her remembers the moment you had and how badly she wanted you (which had nothing to do with what Josh was making her do).

You end up surviving all the shit that goes down, the both of you covered in dirt and blood, and while you're cleaning yourselves up the tension just gets too much and the dam just fucking breaks and Iris get to experience pleasure and what it means to be cared for and genuinely loved for the first time.

Then you take the cash, get in the car and drive off to start a new life together.

you always thought he was a fucking prick and was annoyed at how he kept talking about iris like she was nothing more than an object to command and fuck. thinking about him making it this whole Thing and bragging about picking the hottest companion, showing you all the different bots on the empathix site. josh inviting you all to dinner and looking at you the whole time, trying to gauge ur reaction to iris. he hasn't even had her a full 24 hours yet and he's commanding her to wash the dishes. you, of course, offer to wash yours, and when ur left alone in the kitchen with iris, you know you're gonna hate this.

in a twisted way, he kinda gets off on you having a crush on iris and torturing you with her. even if it's something small like commanding her to tell him the weather. he hits the jackpot when eli and Patrick ditch the hangout at his apartment. he probably sets iris intelligence level to 0% while in the kitchen getting a 'drink' and then comes back (with no drink) with the biggest smirk on his face. it starts off small, with him ordering iris to take off her shoes. then her socks. then having her get up from his lap and sit next to you on the sofa. you ask him what he's doing and he just shrugs, saying he's having fun with his toy.

josh laughing when you get red in the face as he commands iris to straddle your lap... commanding her to put her hands on you and you're sweaty and hot and embarrassed. he tells you its okay to touch her, but he knows you would never, which is why he commands iris to put your hands on her waist. you feel horrible when you push her off and she nearly falls to the floor, but you need to get out of here. you take a walk to cool down and angrily text eli about him ditching you and guilt him into picking you up 😭

iris is so saddd when you ignore her when she tries to come up to you when they get there ☹️ you were like her only true friend :( josh's dumb ass probably didn't reset her properly so a part of her still remembers it which causes her to linger around you and that makes josh angry. doesn't help that ur room is right next to theirs so josh just has to command iris to moan your name while he fucks her next door :/

being the one running with her....losing her at some point because it's too dangerous and now you know they have a gun..... being there with them during the dinner scene......... josh making iris shoot herself in front of you :( maybe josh knocks you out during that final scene and iris wakes you up, kissing you the second you come into consciousness and clinging to you like her life depends on it :( cleaning up together and helping her peel off her skin, kissing her metal hand and playing with it shyly before you guys slowly make out in the shower. touching her and mumbling how much you love her, iris softly crying because she actually does feel love for the first time ☹️ thinking of being the one to steal josh's jacket because you always liked it and fuck him!!!!

[trainingthots]

This cannot be to me Delicacy Love,

I do not think if you as anything of the sort, and if anyone is the Narcissistic Ass it is me. I love every single one of your flaws, especially your tendency to project your insecurity onto others. I do the same things only much worse. I am not using anything against you, i do not fight against you. Its one if the problems in our relationship, that i never could tell you no and that your self loathing meant my love for you made me the least desirable person in the god damn world to you. This man, so easy to degrade and humiliate, to use and despise their girl, got spun around and lost when i met you and fell in love. All of a sudden out of my element i only wanted to love, care and respect you, but had no idea how to do that because of the toxic awful person i was. When i felt like j was never going to get to love you and have you completely, i frustrated and angry at myself for being so ineffectual at the one thing i wanted did what i always do, fuck it all up and pretend that i only failed because it wasnt worth doing. How wrong i was. How wrong i still am if i make you feel this way. But the facts dont line up. I have not been critical of you, i am dealing with pain and loss, but it is helping me realize my awful mistakes and filling me with regret and the urge to do better and right by you. This is once again orobably not for me but for the man you actually love. I am so tired of gim being the one who breaks your heart. I am not the jealous type, but i am amgry that while i am hurt from finding out about all my pain and losing you, i feel so much empathy for you being jn pain from losing him. I am a total pathetic mess. I am sorry for your loss, and i hope to be there for you while you grieve.

You are not unlovable, and the abandonment thing is something i have always accepted and ignored. You have abandoned me so many times its ludicrous. I am not belittling you. I am trying to understand your growth and change while ignoring my own pain. Once again i am not doing the best job, but i am trying.

Nothing I do or post js against you. If someone is doing that it is not me. There is a lot of stuff done in my name that is not me these days. Close your eyes, open your heart and know i would never intentionally hurt you. It is all love from me. I will not criticize you, i will not shame you, i will not even tell people what is going on with me because it risks people thinking poorly on you, and i will not have it.

Forever Your Cheerleader,

The Marquis De Sad

Unlovable

To you,

I'm a narcissist and you know it's true. I've projected all my insecurities just to protect this fragile ego. Now that you've exposed me, I can admit the truth about my low self-esteem and self-worth. I'm temperamental and throw tantrums like a child. I'm narrow-minded and get defensive in arguments. I hide the truth about my life because I genuinely hate myself and all my flaws. It's who I am. 

Thank you for showing me how little respect you have for me. I now understand your intentions of making me feel the pain and dishonesty I have inflicted onto you. There's no need for defending myself at this point if you feel encouraged to make me feel like the most ruthless immature person that has existed. I'm glad you feel a sense of fulfillment in your quest to making me aware of the hateful person I am. 

It's true that I'm unlovable. Everything I attach myself to doesn't truly belong to me. I chose to abandon both myself and others, so please continue writing about how much you despise me. Use everything against my will to prove to me that I was a mistake in your life. I deserve to be agonized and shamed for trying to love you.

You said it yourself that I look like shit, so please let me continue to deteriorate alone. I am unworthy of love and believe I will continue to be just an option. To tell you the truth, you were the first person I felt comfortable being around without a mask. I could be my most authentic autistic self with you, without fear that you'd abandon me for my weirdness. When I felt unsafe, you were always the first person I’d turn to because I gave you the key to my tender heart. I guess it never meant anything anyways.

The narcissist in me is frustrated that I can't control your desire to use my pictures, trauma, and love against me. If you wish to continue belittling me just to prove how terrible a human I am, you've already done an amazing job. And still, I can never hate you because I already hate my life, and you don't deserve that. I'm sorry for being unlovable. 

Me

February the last, 1966 Anne Sexton, from Complete Poems