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I think it would be very funny if Sel wound up with Luche and Tredd

Because it would be

Hilarious

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Unwanted: Chapter 2, Unwanted - Pt. 5

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language,

Word Count: 1.8k

Previously On...: While on a mission with Steve, you two finally begin the process of healing and clearing the air between you.

A/N: This closes out Chapter 2! I have to say, I cannot wait to post Chapter 3; it's my personal favorite, and you'll see why soon enough! I hope you're all enjoying the story so far, and I'm so grateful for all the likes, comments, and reblogs-- you don't know how much they mean to me! You guys are the greatest! <3

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917

Taglist: (Please let me know if you’d like to be added!)  @blackhawkfanatic @les-sel @marcswife21 @buckybarnessimpp

When the Quinjet landed back at the Avengers’ Tower, Bucky was waiting for you in the landing bay. You'd only been gone for four days, but as soon as he saw you start down the gangplank, he ran to you, picking you up and spinning you in circles until you squealed.

"Buck! Put me down before I throw up on you!"

"Can't, Pocket," he said, though he did stop spinning you. "Missed you too much. Physically impossible to let you go."

Steve followed shortly behind you, rolling his eyes at his best friend's theatrics. "No love for your old war buddy, Barnes?"

Bucky laughed, finally putting you down to give Steve a brief, one-armed hug. "Glad you're back safe, too, Stevie," he said. "And thanks for bringing my Pocket home in one piece."

Steve pulled you close in a side hug, the earlier tension that had existed between the two of you having faded since you had a chance to clear the air. "You should be thanking her for bringing me home in one piece. The girl's deadly with plastic explosives."

You shoved him away from you playfully. "Please, Stevie," you teased. "If you just learned the first thing about computers, you could have done the whole mission on your own, you wouldn't even have needed me."

"Always gonna need you, Pocket," Steve said, ruffling your hair. "You're family." You gave each other stupid grins before he hefted his go-bag over his shoulder. "I'm gonna go grab a shower and get some sleep. I'll see you kids later." He walked off into the belly of the tower, leaving you and Bucky alone.

"Ugh, I can't wait to get out of this tac-suit," you moaned. "I always feel so filthy after a mission with explosives, you know?" Bucky gave you a curious look as he leaned down and grabbed your go-bag for you. "Such a gentleman," you smiled at him as you led the way back to your room.

You went straight into the bathroom and unzipped the top of your tac-suit, pulling it down over your arms until it was hanging from your waist. With a sigh of relief at being freed from the confines of the heavy poly-carbonate blended fabric, you washed your face and started brushing your teeth.

"So, how was the mission?" Bucky called from where he was sitting on your bed.

"Goo!" you managed to get out around a mouthful of toothpaste.

"Good, good." He paused. "So, um, it's not really my business or anything, but did something happen... between you and Steve? While you guys were gone? Like, did you guys, I dunno... sleep together?"

You nearly choked on your toothpaste and quickly spat it out in the sink before coming out of the bathroom.

"I'm sorry," you said, pointing your toothbrush at him accusingly. "Did you just ask me if I had sex with Steve Rogers?"

He wouldn't look at you. "Like I said, it's none of my business. It's just that, before you guys left, you were always kind of, I dunno, angry at him? And then you get off the plane and you're hugging and he's got his hands in your hair and you’re calling him ‘Stevie’. So, I was just wondering if something happened."

"And your brain immediately jumped to us sleeping together?" You asked him, incredulous. He looked up at you. "Seriously? We just talked. Lanced some bad blood that had been festering between us since Berlin, so we can work on being good again, be a family again." You noticed he was staring at you, mouth slightly opened. "What?" you asked him.

He motioned vaguely toward your chest, and you looked down to realize your tac-suit was still hanging half off of you and you were standing in front of him in just a purple push-up bra.

"Oh for fucks' sake, Barnes. They're just tits." You stalked over to your dresser and pulled out a t-shirt and slipped it over your head. "Better now?"

He shook his head as if a spell had been broken over him. "Uh, yeah. So, you didn't sleep with Steve," he reiterated.

"No, I did not. To begin with, he's family. There's a major ick factor. And second--, no. That's really it. The idea is super gross."

"Good," Bucky chuckled. "I love Steve like a brother, but I didn't love the idea of sharing you with him."

You started shimmying yourself out of the pants of your tac-suit and tossed it into your hamper. "Yes," you deadpanned, "because you know how much I love being compared to an object that can be owned and thus shared among friends. Not emotionally triggering for me at all."

Bucky had the decency to look chastised. "You know that's not what I meant."

"Relax, Barnes," you teased as you stepped into and pulled up a pair of shorts. "I'm just giving you shit." You ruffled his hair. "I may be emotionally scarred and have more baggage than the cargo hold on an airplane, but at least I can laugh about it."

Bucky rolled his eyes at you, but there was a smile on his lips. "You're something else, you know that?"

You grinned at him. "I'd like to think so. Makes your life so much more interesting, don't you think?"

Bucky nodded in agreement. "Definitely. You're never boring, that's for sure."

You chuckled and flopped down on your bed next to him. "So, what about you? Any juicy drama while I was gone?"

"Hmmm, let's see..." Bucky thought for a moment. "I'm pretty sure Nat and Banner were fucking in the lab the other day."

"No!" you gasped, sitting up.

"Yeah; I needed some calibration done on my arm, and since you weren't here, I went down to Bruce's lab to ask him to help, but the doors were locked. I was about to turn around and come back later, when the door opened up and Nat came rushing out, won’t acknowledge me or make eye contact, and I swear her shirt was on inside out. I get inside and Banner's actively tucking his shirt back into his pants."

You cackled at the mental image, kicking your legs in the air with delight. "Oh, that's amazing. Finally, those two crazy kids got together. I'll have to find some way to get Nat to give me all the dirty, dirty details."

"Ugh, if you do, please keep them to yourself," Bucky moaned. "Last thing I need is a mental picture of Banner's mini-Hulk."

"Hey now, I'm sure Bruce is perfectly proportionate," you teased. Then you got serious. "I gotta admit, I'm a bit jealous."

"You have a thing for Bruce?" Bucky asked, eyes wide with astonishment. "I would never have guessed he's your type."

"What?! No!" You playfully shoved him. "Same reason I'm jealous of Tony and Pepper, Wanda and Viz, Clint and Laura. You and your left hand, Sam and whoever he's dating this week. It just must be nice to be in a relationship, you know? To have someone to share that part of your life with."

Bucky cocked his eyebrow, but nodded, understanding your meaning and letting your joke about his left hand slide. "So, what's stopping you from going out and getting one for yourself, Pocket? You're smart, funny, gorgeous. You could date anyone you wanted."

You leaned back, making yourself comfortable against your pillows and heaved a heavy sigh. "Oh, you know, just the usual: Trauma, trust issues, fear of abandonment. All of that fun stuff." Bucky gave you a look, and you knew he wanted you to take the conversation seriously, for once.

"Finnne," you whined. "After I... Once I started out on my own, I was... Well, I did everything I could think of to try to reclaim sex for myself, you know? It wasn't healthy, it wasn't smart, but I was young and stupid and I didn't know what else to do. I can fuck someone without having a panic attack now, which, trust me, is a vast improvement from where I started, but making myself vulnerable for that emotional connection? To transcend something from just sex to a real relationship? I have no idea how to do that. It's like, I can open up one way, or the other; I can't do both. It's too much. If there’s even a hint of an emotional connection with a guy, I shut down. Close myself off. Like, it’s not worth the risk of getting hurt.”

"I understand," said Bucky, softly and simply, and you knew that he did. Your traumas were different, but the scars they had left on you were so similar. "I haven't been with a girl, physically, since 1944," he confided. "I don't know if I can trust anyone to be that open with, to share that part of me with. Not after everything that's been done to me. And I worry that I can't trust myself to let go, not without hurting someone."

You let out a long, low whistle. "That's gotta be some kinda celibacy record." You clapped your hand over your mouth. "You're a reborn virgin, James Buchanan Barnes!"

"Reached your quota for serious conversation, have you?" Bucky asked with a piqued eyebrow.

"You know it's not my strong suit," you conceded. "But seriously, man? 1944? Oof. Your balls must be black by now."

He gave you a look of disappointment, causing you to sigh.

"I know, I know," you said eventually. "You're trying to have a meaningful discussion with me and I'm being an immature ass, again. I'm sorry."

Bucky wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your shoulder. "You're not an ass, Pocket. You're just... I wish you could talk to me without feeling like you have to fall back onto your defense mechanisms, that's all. I want you to feel safe with me."

You turned your head to look at him. "Buck, I feel safer with you than anyone else on this entire fucking planet. You're my best friend and you know all of my deep, dark secrets. You know me better than anyone, but I’ve spent a lifetime building those defenses; they aren't all just going to fall down in a day, so that means an inappropriate joke or two is going to slip through every now and then.”

Bucky smiled at you and squeezed you a bit tighter. "I know, Pocket. And I adore you for it. But if you ever want to talk about anything serious, know that I'm here for you."

"I know," you said, leaning into him. "And thank you, for being so patient and understanding with me. I get that I can be... a lot."

"No, you're just enough," he said. "Never think otherwise."

<- Previous Part / Next Chapter ->

[jobean12-blog]

Dressed to Impress

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader (Pre/No!Outbreak)

Word Count: 3,057

Summary: You and Sarah manage to convince Joel to dress up for Halloween. He's not too excited about it but agrees anyway. However, once he see's your costume...Halloween jus tmight be his new favorite holiday.

Author's Note: This is part of my kinktober celebration and the PPCU Halloween event. Thank you bunches to Sel @jupiter-soups and Harley @huffle-punk for setting it up! 💕💕love and hugs! I took two prompts; one from fluff: You and Sarah convince Joel to dress up for Halloween. He isn't thrilled. And one from smut: You surprise Joel by dressing up for Halloween as something that he has mentioned finding sexy. For the second prompt I didn't get specific because I figured it would be more fun for the reader to imagine their own sexy costume- whatever you wear- Joel LOVES it. I also want to thank my dear friends @flordeamatista and @mrsmischief209 for helping me with Joel's costume, you're both amazing! ❤️💕Thank you all so much for reading and much love always! ❤️❤️❤️

Warnings: it's fun and fluffy, silly and soft, lots of flirting and tension, Joel is sweet but definitely grumpy, reader has some sass, semi-public f-in-g-e-ri-ng, light d-ir-t-y talk, it's a whole ride lol

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Joel Miller Masterlist

“No.”

His hands land on his hips as he stares back at you.

“But Joel, it’ll be…”

Your words are cut off by his second, “no.”

“Joel!” you whine.

“Darlin’,” he warns.

You stick your bottom lip out in a pout and give him your best sad eyes.

“Still no,” he says.

You change tactics.

With a sweet smile you step into his space and press yourself against him.

“I know it’s not your favorite idea but don’t you want to do it for me? Make me happy?”

His hands falls from his hips and land on yours, pulling you closer.

“Now you’re playin’ dirty angel.”

Your lips curve into a wicked smile. “I can play much dirtier than this if you want.”

You lift your fingers to his hair and comb them through, lightly scratching his scalp before they slide down the back of his neck and trace his jaw.

With a light brush of your lips you whisper, “please Joel. Just this once. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

You kiss him before he can answer and you feel his low growl rumble through his chest as he pushes you against the wall of the bedroom.

With rushed hands you pull at his tee shirt, tugging it up and over his head. Your fingers caress his warm skin as his lips kiss and nip at your neck.

“Joel,” you moan.

He grabs your thigh, lifting it to spread you open so he can settle between you legs.

“Now who’s playing dirty,” you gasp when you feel his hardness press into your stomach.

His hand slides higher and his fingers dip into the waistband of your leggings.

“You started it,” he murmurs.

“Is that a yes then?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady as his fingers tease your skin.

His cell phone rings before he can answer and you both let out a frustrated groan.

“One guess who’s callin’,” he grumbles.

He grabs his phone from his jeans pocket and flips it open, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Hey,” he says which you follow right after with, “hey tommy,” loud enough so he can hear it on the other end of the line.

Joel reluctantly releases you and takes a step back but his intense gaze tracks your every move while you fix your clothes.

As you start to walk out of the room you sing out, “since you didn’t say no that time, I’m going to take it as a maybe!”

Before you get out of the doorway he comes up behind you and smacks your ass, making you squeal. His arm wraps around your waist and he drags your back to his bare chest, his soft breath tickling your ear when he whispers, “a maybe.”

You can hear Tommy on the other end of the line asking what the hell is going and when you look over your shoulder Joel’s eyes are dark, his ‘maybe’ and so much more hanging in the air between you both.   

“How many times did he say no?” Sarah asks the moment you walk into the kitchen.

“Only three times,” you smile.

She blows out a raspberry and stabs her eggs with her fork.

“BUT!” you continue. “I think I’ve got him at a maybe now and if you lay it on thick we might be able to convince him.”

Sarah smiles deviously and when you hear Joel’s heavy footfalls on the stairs you both straighten your shoulders in preparation.

“Hey dad,” Sarah chimes brightly when he walks in.

You match her smile and offer him a hot cup of fresh coffee.

He looks between you both, his lips pursed and his eyes narrowed.

“Don’t even try…” he begins.

“BUT DAD,” Sarah interjects, “we all have to dress up. You can’t come trick or treating otherwise!”

“Who said I wanna go trick or treating?,” he says before sipping his coffee.

Both you and Sarah give him a stern look.

“YOU HAVE TO!” you both shout.

He sighs and sits down at the table.

“PLEASE,” Sarah says. “We can think of something awesome for you to dress up as.”

“I already have an idea,” you say, clasping your hands together in excitement. “You’ll look amazing.”

You wink at Sarah and she grins before turning pleading eyes to Joel.

You grab your plate and seat yourself on Joel’s spread thigh, curling into him and grabbing his fork to feed him a bite of eggs.

“Please,” you say softly.

Joel studies your face before he moves his eyes to Sarah.

“Fine,” he mumbles then takes the bite of eggs off the fork.

You and Sarah let out an excited cheer. Sarah hops out of her seat and comes around the table to kiss Joel’s cheek. You do the same on the other side.

He grumbles out something unintelligible but you can see the smile playing upon his lips.

“See you guys later,” Sarah says as she grabs her schoolbag and rushes toward the door.

Just before she’s out of the house she turns back and looks at Joel to say, “your tee shirt’s inside out.” Then she disappears out the door.

You giggle into your hand but quickly press your lips together to suppress any further joy when Joel pins you with a glare.

“Shit,” he says, looking down.

“Oops,” you say with feigned innocence and a shrug of your shoulders.

With a smug smile you hold up the fork again. “You have to eat more before you’re late.”

He looks up and takes the bite but then removes the fork from your hand.

“Oh I plan on it darlin’,” he simpers.

He swats at your ass until you get up and then promptly moves the dishes over and sits you on the edge of the table.

“Joel…” you breathe out as your arms wrap around his neck.

Just as his thumbs hook into your leggings you hear the loud clunk and roll of Tommy’s truck.

“Ah fuck,” Joel sighs, dropping his face to your neck.

You let out a little whimper and cling to him.

“Later,” he promises before kissing you softly.

Tommy barges in all smiles.

“Hey you two,” he greets.

Joel mumbles some form of a greeting and you go give Tommy a hug.

Tommy gives you a squeeze then looks to Joel. “What up his ass?”

“He agreed to dress up for Halloween this year,” you answer happily.

Tommy grins and walks over to Joel, slapping him on the back. “Shit brother, your girls can get you to do anything huh?”

You do a little happy victory dance as you place the dishes in the sink.

“Come on,” Joel says to Tommy, “let’s go.”

“What about my breakfast?” Tommy asks, checking the pan.

“We’ll pick you somethin’ up on the road,” Joel sighs.

You gently pat Tommy on the back. “There would have been pancakes but we’re out of mix.”

Tommy gives you a lopsided smile and then grabs the last piece of toast.

“See you later babe,” Tommy says before he heads back out to the truck.

He takes one last look at Joel, the toast dangling between his fingers as he points and says, “your tee shirt’s inside out.”

With another muttered curse Joel grabs the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head.

He stalks toward you at the counter, caging you against it with his arms on either side of your body.

“You,” he whispers as he leans in and bumps his nose along yours, “are all mine when I get home.”

“Is all this gel really necessary?” he asks as you run your fingers through his hair for the hundredth time.

You stand between his spread legs and look him over, adjusting a piece of hair here and there.

“Yes. It is,” you state. “Eeeeeee Joel!”

After wiping your hands you check his bow tie, pulling on the ends to tighten it before you straighten it again.

“PERFECT! Sarah get in here!”

You grab Joel’s hand and drag him to his feet. Sarah rushes in and immediately gives out a loud ‘whoop’ before laughing.

“Dad this is so good,” she says. “You look just like Gomez!”

Joel turns to look in the mirror, his expression full of his usual grumpiness.

“Well, you’ve already got the grumpy look down perfectly,” you tease.

He just scoffs as he lifts his fingers to touch his hair.

“DON’T!” you tell him. “Just leave it!”

“You look amazing,” you tell Sarah. “Super scary.”

Sarah smiles and does a twirl to show off the full affect of her costume.

“You look great sweetheart,” Joel says before his eyes slide back to you.

“What about you darlin’? Where’s your costume?” he asks.

“Oh, I’m going to get ready now,” you say with a twinkle of your fingers. “See you downstairs.”

You pepper his face with kisses before shooing him away.

You’re just applying the finishing touches to your make-up when you hear Joel coming up the stairs.

“Angel, are you almost rea….?”

His words die on his parted lips as he takes you in, his eyes traveling hungrily from your head to your toes.

“Well?” you ask, smoothing your hands down your body.

The grind of his jaw says it all and your smile grows.

“Joel…?” you purr. “Couldn’t wait for me to come downstairs?”

He walks all the way into the room and shuts the door.

“I wanted to see what was takin’ so long…”

“Well I’m ready now,” you sing with a sweet smile. “Let’s go.”

He stops you with his body, his heat washing over you and his mouth dipping to your ear.

“You think I’m goin’ trick or treating and to some party with you lookin’ like this?”

“Like what?” you ask, your tone demure.

The air between you is charged and disappearing by the inch.

“Darlin’,” he murmurs, his breathe a whisper along the shell of your ear.

You look at him through your lashes, the light scruff of his beard brushing your cheek and making you sigh out his name.

“We’re going to be late and Sarah is waiting….”

You step back and hear his sound of disapproval deep in his throat. It makes you shiver.

His eyes are glued to you as you turn and open the door and when you meet his gaze again it’s filled with heat and filthy promises.

When you enter the kitchen Sarah whistles loudly and grins. “WOW!”

You give her a bright smile and start toward the door. “Time to trick or treat!”

Once Sarah has plenty of candy you usher her off to her friends house for the night. They are having a sleepover with scary movies and lots of sugar.

As soon as Sarah is safely delivered to her new destination Joel settles his hand at your lower back and starts to push you back toward the house.

“Did you forget we have to stop by the neighbors house for the adult party?” you giggle.

He stops walking and presses himself against your back. “Don’t you think I’ve suffered enough today angel?”

“No,” you state, turning to face him. “I don’t think you’ve suffered at all in fact.”

Joel opens his mouth to argue but you press your finger to his lips.

“I’ve seen you smile and I know you love how much everyone is gushing over your costume and it won’t kill you to hang out with some friends for a couple of hours.”

He kisses your finger and then grabs your wrist to pull your hand away.

“An hour,” he growls.

“Two,” you counter.

He stares at you daringly, leaning forward and covering the inches between you, his eyes falling to your lips.

“And it’ll be your fault when I drag you somewhere dark and get my fingers inside you.”

Your breathy sigh is followed by a lick of your lips, Joel’s eyes following the movement with a hungry stare.

You don’t respond, not trusting yourself when your brain and body are consumed by him, and instead take his hand and move in the direction of the party.

“All the beer is still warm so I got you wine.”

You hold the glass out for him then search for a seat. When you see there aren’t any left you situate yourself on his thigh and rest yourself along his shoulder.

He takes a sip of the wine, eyeing you over the rim.

“Any good?” you ask.

Without an answer he curls his hand around the back of your neck and drags you down for a kiss, giving you a taste.

“Mm,” you hum against his lips. “Yummy.”

You chat with some of your neighbors, snacking and sipping your drink.

“You’re pulling off the whole grumpy Gomez thing really well,” you tease when there’s a lull in conversation.

“Who said I’m grumpy?” Joel replies with a smirk.

You dance your fingers up his chest and then lightly scratch them over his beard.

“I want another kiss,” you whisper.

He happily obliges but when you press yourself closer, shifting in his lap, he groans out a curse and pulls away.

At your questioning look he sighs.

“Darlin’…unless you want to stay in this chair for the rest of the night you better stop kissing my like that and wiggling your ass.”

You move again, unintentionally, and the hardness between his legs pushes against you.

“Oh,” you squeak. “Ohhh….”

He tightens his grip, his fingers digging into your skin in warning.

“Behave.”

“I’ll be good,” you promise with a slow blink.

“That’ll be a first,” he mutters.

You kiss him again, giggling when he starts to squirm beneath you.

“Oops.”

“I’d smack your ass right here and now if it weren’t for the creepy neighbor.”

“Creepy…?” you repeat and look around.

You lock eyes with your neighbor from across the street. He’s starting, his eyes blatantly roaming over your curves.

“I’m gonna knock his teeth out,” Joel threatens with a low rumble.

“He’s definitely drunk Joel. Not worth it.”

“He’s starin’ at what’s mine.”

You take Joel’s chin between your fingers, dragging his murderous gaze away from the neighbor until he’s focused on you.  

“Come on, let’s go get some fresh air,” you whisper.

You rise from his lap and he takes your hand, keeping you close as you work your way around the crowd of people in the living room. When you reach the back door he holds it open for you and ushers you outside, walking you toward a darkened spot on the side of the house.   

He lets out a deep exhale before grabbing your waist.

“Finally,” he says, in a hushed, rumbling voice as he pulls your back against his chest.

His hand slides along your side, tracing the curve of your waist before he closes his fingers around your wrist and lifts your hand to his mouth, kissing softly along your knuckles.

“What a Gomez move,” you tease lightly even as you melt into his embrace.

His free hand brushes along your shoulder and his fingers dance along your neck until he tilts your chin back, exposing more of your skin. With teasingly soft kisses he works his way to the spot just under your ear and whispers, “lift your dress.”

“Joel,” you breathe out, your voice wavering when he nips on your earlobe.

“Angel, I’ve waited long enough, don’t you think?”

His hands wander along your skin, kneading and squeezing as he goes. When he finds your ass cheek he grips it hard. You don’t answer, arching against him, and when he gives you a sharp smack you cry out.

“Is this my punishment?” you ask as you catch your breath.

He smacks you again, soothing the sting with soft caress.

“Lift your dress,” he repeats, his voice low and deep.

Your fingers reach down for the hem and you slowly lift the front, whimpering when his hand leaves your ass and slides across your stomach and between your legs.

“Someone might see,” you gasp even as you spread your legs for him.

“Fuck darlin’,” he groans when he feels the wet patch on your panties.

His finger brushes over the damp fabric and he wraps his other arm around your shoulders to keep you pressed to his chest, his touch torturously light.

When he pushes your panties to the side and slides his fingers through your arousal he lets out hum of satisfaction.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs.

His finger slips inside you easily, pumping slowly in and out as he continues his kisses along your neck.

“You feel beautiful, too.”

He slides a second finger into you and growls, the sound vibrating right through you.

“Joel please…please,” you beg as your legs start to shake.

His grip tightens and he pushes his fingers deeper, pressing on your clit with his thumb. You wiggle and writhe against him, chasing your release as it builds.

“Joel,” you hiss through gritted teeth, trying your best to remain quiet.

He curls his fingers just right and continues circling your clit, the tightening of your walls giving him enough warning to slide his hand over your mouth and muffle your cries as you buck against him.

You slowly come down and sag into his strong hold.

He draws out your pleasure, pumping his fingers with deliberation and whispering praises in your ear.

“That’s my good girl,” he coos. “Letting me to fuck you with my fingers even when someone might see.”

He still has his hand clamped over your mouth, softening your continued moans.

“I’m taking you home,” he states, leaving no room for argument. 

He slowly removes his fingers and releases his hold on you. You turn in his arms and watch as he slips his soaked fingers between his lips and licks them clean.

“First I’m goin’ to get a better taste and then I’m goin’ to fuck you good and hard.”

You let out a whimper of want and drag your hand down his chest, palming the hardness between his legs.

He stops you with a firm hold on your wrist and your lips part to argue but he interrupts, dipping his head and brushing his mouth across yours when he whispers, “no, not here angel. I don’t want to miss a single sound that falls past these pretty lips when I’m buried deep inside you.” 

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[konigsblog]

humilation

sub!alejandro x f!reader

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warnings: cock and ball torture, degrading, self degrading, humilation, spanking, use of ‘dog’, blowjob.

kinktober masterlist. (day 12)

a/n: this was supposed to be posted yesterday, but i took a break. here it is, posted the next day! ps. these photos were mainly the theme for this :)

His hard cock throbbed beneath your ruby high heel. Alejandro's pleading eyes gazed up at you, pleading for your mercy as you grinded the high heel back and forth, stepping on his stuffed dick. “Dirty boy, Alejandro. Look how hard you are, so desperate, hm?”

Alejandro nodded at your words. His breathing was heavy, hitching in his throat when you applied more pressure onto stepping on his dick. “Oh, stop whining...” you roll your eyes and shunned him for being so needy. “Undo your belt, and give it to me.”

He follows your orders, like an obedient and eager dog. He nervously fiddles with it before handing it to you. You drag it up your thigh slowly, teasing him with your seductive smile. “Up, dog.” He stands to his feet, his cock drooling all over his military issued jeans, cum stains around the crotch. His tip was an angry red.

“Undress. Hurry, Ale...” You stand behind him, spanking his bare ass and wrapping his leather belt around his wrists, tightening it. Pushing him up against the wall and leaning against him, your sweet and expensive perfume finds its way into his nostrils, seducting him. He can't seem to keep his eyes off you; pretty black and red lingerie, those dark red, crimson high heels and pretty jewellery he'd bought for you, ‘La luz de su vida’, as he said.

Your gloved hands wrap around his hard cock, and you begin stroking him. He's so sensitive, especially his tip; after being edged, having his cock stood on, and slapped about. Your other hand fondles his balls, squeezing it harshly to hear him groan and gasp, begging for your mercy. “Please, my–” “Hush..”

You stroke him faster at the sounds of his whimpers, twitching in your hand. Just as he feels himself getting close, you pull away. His eyes narrow down onto you, panting and heavily breathing as he looks down at you. “What?” he gasps, “Shh...” you ease down onto your knees, “Finish in my mouth, Alejandro. You're such a filthy boy anyways, I can see you desperate to cum on these tits too, do you want that, greedy dog?”

Shamefully, Alejandro nods. He closes his eyes, feeling you slap his cock, his eyes shooting open. “Don't look away from my eyes.” you look into his eyes and wrap your soft lips around him, your red lipstick staining his cock, lipstick marks stained on his lower abdomen and neck. “Oh, God, please..” he throbs in your mouth when you drag your tongue along his veiny shaft.

“Aren't you so fucking greedy? Say it, tell me how greedy and selfish you are, what a dog you are.” you laugh, sucking down onto his veiny cock while you suck him off. Alejandro's words come out stuttered as his orgasm comes close. “I'm so greedy, and so fuckin' s-sel-selfish... and a dirty dog!” you suck him off faster hearing those words, his tip spurting out thick cum, exploding in your mouth. You swallow every drop, his low whimpers and how he bucks into your mouth.

“God-God, I'm sorry, baby– Oh,– fuck!” he pants out, strings of his load landing on your exposed, bare tits. Left a panting, whining mess and breathless as you kiss his tip, his shaft red with your lipstick.

[theladyfirelord]

For lark and sel at the Merlin academy

Oooh! I'll do my best! I really hope you enjoy it! Thanks for requesting!

Scenario: A longtime rivalry between the two young boys at the Merlin Academy comes to an end with Selwyn Kane being named Nicholas Davis' Kingsmage.

Merlin Academy- Lark and Sel

Lark irritated Sel. Plain and simple. 

To be fair, most people irritated Sel, but Lark just really knew how to push his buttons. 

Maybe the animosity stemmed from the fact that they’ve been pinned against each other since the day Sel arrived at the academy.

~~~

Selwyn Kane was a prodigy. The best of his generation. Just like his mother, Natasia.

None of the other Merlins could even dream of matching his skill level…except Lark.

Larkin Douglas was the only Merlin who could hold his own against Selwyn. But even though this fact remained true, Sel still managed to beat him in every battle. 

No matter the challenge, Sel won. Not to be unexpected considering he was trained by one of the most powerful Merlins of the previous generation, Issac Sorensen.

Which is why today’s duel for a place at the side of the Order’s future king would be no different. Sel would be Nick Davis’ Kingsmage. 

~~~

“In this closing battle, Selwyn Kane and Larkin Douglas will compete to be named Kingsmage.” Gillian announces, while walking to the middle of the arena, where Lark stands in the right corner with Selwyn opposite him in the left corner.

Gillian continues, “Throughout this tournament, our two candidates have been observed based on their capabilities in mesmerization, casting, and aether manipulation.”

“Today, the top two ranked Merlins will duel it out in this arena to assess strength." Gillian looks intensely at the crowd before shifting her gaze to the table of the Regents, "Their individual performances in the other three categories alongside this one will be considered to determine the final result."

At that, Gillian looks to both Sel and Lark purposefully, "Without further ado, let the battle begin."

~~~

The fight was most definitely entertaining to watch. Mostly because of Sel.

Lark barely managed to land a hit on him throughout the entire battle. Each time he would lunge, Selwyn had already moved out of reach. He was agile and limber, something Lark had learned but not yet mastered.

Sel utilized aether with precision and intent. If he wanted to land a hit, then he did, with zero difficulty at that. Lark's defenses were useless against Selwyn.

Lark spent more time on the ground from Sel's attacks than he did actually fighting.

Lark was an excellent fighter. In training, he defeated nearly all of his opponents...that weren't Sel.

And one thing was evident in the fight- Selwyn had a mission that he intended to fulfill.

No one, not even Larkin Douglas, would stop him from satisfying what he set out to do.

~~~

It wasn't unsurprising when Sel won the tournament.

Not only did he excel in the other categories, but he completely annihilated Larkin in the final battle.

After quieting down the anxiously awaiting crowd, Martin Davis speaks, "After careful consideration, a decision has been made." He stops to hold up Selwyn's hand, "Selwyn Emrys Kane has been selected to be the Kingsmage of my son, Nicholas Martin Davis, Scion of King Arthur Pendragon, first-ranked. He will be oathed immediately following the end of this ceremony.”

Sel did it. The very role he worked himself strenuously to achieve was his. He felt...

"Ye complete and utter disappointment, Larkin! All this training and for what? Ye to end up in second place? Because of a Kane at that?" Calum Douglas shouts, clearly angered by his son's loss. He stomps over to Lark and practically drags him off stage.

Before he disappears completely from sight, Lark spares a glance at Selwyn, who was already staring intently at him.

For the first time since the two met, Sel felt empathy towards Lark.

The two were no longer rivals. One had won and the other had loss, but even still, they both were the two greatest Merlins of their respective generation.

Only Larkin's father didn't see it that way.

[crowdeerdire]

Scars

a/n: Just a blurb about how Kel got her scar on her legs and of Cove finally asking about it. This would take place in Step 3 sometime after Reflection where Cove explains how he broke his arm.

“Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask… How did you get this scar?”

It was a sunny afternoon where Kel and Cove were lounging around in his room, just spending time with one another in comfortable silence.

Cove laid back along his bed, his head resting upon his pillows as his phone sat on his chest now. Kel, however, laid with her head resting at the foot of the bed, legs up with knees locked as she pressed her feet against the top of Cove’s bunk bed. Being in that position and with shorts on, the long jagged and faded scar on her right leg was apparent in the afternoon light.

“You know how I broke my arm…” Cove continued, his voice becoming thoughtful as he looked at the scar on Kel’s leg, seeing how it was beginning to fade into her pale skin. Without a second thought he reached up, fingers ghosting along the scar tissue, mentally trying to see if he could figure out the puzzle before Kel could even answer.

“You’ve had this since I’ve known you.”

If Cove had been paying a bit more attention to the way Kel reacted to his touch, he would have noticed the small jump and shiver that ran through her. Her legs stiffened, refusing to move as his fingers danced along her scar.

“O-oh…” Kel stammered, trying not to focus on what her crush was currently doing, touching her so easily. Sure they held hands and hugged… but this was new territory. “D-… did I never tell you the story?”

“No, I don’t think so.” Cove murmured back, choosing to run the rough pad of his thumb over the scar, tracing the way it ran along the full width of Kel’s thigh, “And you have one on the front of your thigh, too, right?”

Kel took in a shaky breath, heart racing against her ribs so loudly she was certain Cove could hear it. However, with one peek past her legs she could see the faraway look in his eyes that he sometimes got when he was lost in thought. A small huff escaped her nose when she realized she doubted Cove really registered what he was doing.

How cruel.

“W-well,” Kel began before clearing her throat, trying to make sure her voice was even. She would sit up then and explain to him the story if he wasn’t busy touching her. And, well… the fact that she really liked the feeling.

“It’s not as interesting as your jet skiing story.” Kel chuckled as her gray eyes found the wood texture on the ceiling, trying to focus on that as she told her story. “But I fell out of a tree.”

“A tree?” Cove finally stopped running his fingers over Kel’s scar then as he sat up, more curious about the story. “Really? But it’s such a big scar?”

Kel couldn’t help but feel a bit deflated that he stopped, but she soldiered on as she sat up, meeting him in the middle of the bed with a small snort. “Well that’s because when I landed a whole ass branch was jammed through my leg.”

Cove outwardly winced, seeming to fidget at the mere idea of a whole branch through Kel’s leg. It was not a pretty mental image, especially since he knew she would have gotten it before she was eight. Little Kel that injured was not something he wanted to think about… Which made him sympathize with her reaction when he told her about the jet skiing story.

“Oh my god that sounds awful.”

Kel gave a lazy shrug with one shoulder before shifting her position so she sat on her legs. Moving her shorts a bit, she exposed the much smaller and lighter scar that was on the top of her thigh, about one fifth of the size of the one in the back.

“I mean it wasn’t fun.. And to be honest? I don’t remember much. I mostly know what happened because of Liz and moms.” She said softly, a far away look casting on her own face as she tried to remember all she was told.

“You know how wild and weird I was as a kid, right?” Kel said then, coming back from her memories and gaining a snort and laugh from Cove as she brought up her eight year old self. “Well, when I was seven I started to REALLY enjoy climbing things. Like… anything I could.”she laughed, “And apparently trees were my favorite. Especially this really old one out back on poppy hill.”

Cove knew of the tree Kel spoke about. Nowadays it was just a stump since it had begun to rot about five years back. Maybe it was rotting even before then if Kel had fallen out of it?

“Anyways, that day I climbed as high as I could. I kind of remember seeing the ocean from up there. Liz was there too, yelling at me to get down.” Kel chuckled at the memory, her sister's nagging voice clear in her mind. “Well, just then the branch I was on snapped. This is where my memory goes.” She nodded, “But Liz says I hit like five branches on the way down before landing on the ground with one of them stuck through my leg. Apparently it’s a miracle that was the worst of my injuries. I guess I was a spry kid.”

With the last of her story told, Kel leaned back on her hands, giving another lazy shrug as she tilted her head, watching Cove’s reaction. He looked like he was really contemplating the story despite there not being much.

“And that’s it.” Kel added, hoping to prompt his delayed reaction. “Kind of boring, eh?”

Cove let out a small ‘hm’ before finally firmly nodded, a small smirk on his lips. “Yeah, not as cool as mine. At least I got to ride a jet ski.”

Kel gasped, offended that was his conclusion. With a huff of fake anger, she grabbed his pillow and slapped him in the face. “Cove Holden! You’re so frickin’ rude!”

Last time she told him a cool story.

[6okuto]

OMG imagine any the touchstarved Mls jealous specially Leander or Ais!!

Ok. I Will then.

LEANDER perks his head up at the sound of your laughter ringing from the living room. he keeps his steps quiet as he walks to where you're sitting on the couch, headphones on for a voice call.

you're quick to notice him, waving while you tease a friend over something they said. ais doesn't hesitate to sit next to you, letting his head fall onto your shoulder. you bring your arm around him and laugh again. "what the hell are you talking about, dude?"

leander can be patient. he's patient with his job, with you dragging yourself out of bed, or you trying to pick what snacks you want for movie night. but something itches at him, whatever part of him that's needy to have your attention now that he's home. he exhales against your skin, catching your gaze when you look over. he smiles and you smile back.

"of course i wanna see the outfit, let me see," you say suddenly.

leander pouts.

his eyes move from your face to the screen to see who's taking you away. your friend has turned on his camera to show off what he bought. "oh, that's really nice, what the fuck? when did you get this?"

"yes, i'm sure you'll get everyone's attention, weirdo. it looks great. you look...handsome? pretty? whichever. both, somehow," you end your sentence confused. "shut up, i'm saying you look good. take the compliment."

you don't notice leander clenching his jaw while he watches the scene unfold. it's immature. it's immature for him to get jealous, he chides. and he isn't, not really, just a little needy. but without looking at him, you ask, "babe, doesn't he look super handsome-pretty? leander's here, by the way. yeah, y—okay. handsome-pretty boy says hi."

"oh? am i not handsome-pretty boy?" he asks, brow raised.

"huh? aw, le, you're the handsome-est, prettiest boy, ever. which means you're the best judge of my handsome-pretty scale, where you land high on in this," you end with a pointed look at your screen, despite your camera being off.

your original question is forgotten when your friend snaps back with a joke, and it's like you never spoke to leander in the first place. his pout returns and he furrows his brows. arms come around your waist in a snug hold, and he nuzzles closer into the crook of your neck. he says he's not jealous.

your eyes flicker between him and your friend—he needs your eyes on him only. leander presses a kiss to your collarbone—not because he's jealous, he repeats to himself—before trailing more up your neck and jaw. and he repeats it again when he kisses the corner of your lips. but then he hears the stutter in your voice as his fingers crawl under your shirt to rest on your hips, and he can't help the accomplished smile that forms.

"hey, i think i have to go now, actually. yeah, i forgot i never ordered dinner. you'll do great, okay?" you reassure your friend, hand coming to rest over your boyfriend's. "yeah, good luck, text me if anything happens, bye!"

leander is so close that he can hear the familiar sound of you leaving the voice channel through your headphones. he moves so that when you look at him, you can easily see the innocent smile he flashes you. "you wanna order dinner?"

@screaming-wea-sel @dreamtydraw @mari-thesimp

[emmaameliamiaava]

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[broomsick]

Personal ideas for simple devotional acts to Njörðr

Let us all praise the Lord of Ships, the Vanir King. He is the bestower of wealth and the guardian of seas, and his gifts are many! If you’re looking to start working with Njörðr, or worshipping him, these ideas make for quick and simple gestures that showcase your interest. They’re also perfect for a pagan who already maintains a close relationship with the sea, water spirits, or a sea deity. After all, spiritual practice gets hard to sustain when you’re working on a tight schedule! Which is why I hope these little personal ideas can inspire even those of you who already actively worship/work with Njörðr. 

First things first: pondering on what Njörðr stands for, what you think he can bring your life and what you think he would appreciate in return. 

Going for walks on windy days. Njörðr is said to raise winds that are favorable to sailboats! 

Cooking and eating sea products, especially if you can find them fresh! I usually keep an eye out for fishermen’s markets. It’s a good idea to buy locally if the opportunity presents itself. The most important thing is to make sure you’re buying from sustainable fish farming companies, especially if you’re at a restaurant or buying from a grocery store.

Putting the sound of waves as background music before sleep. You can visualize the sea, or the ocean, and use this image to connect with Njörðr either by simply meditating on him and his gifts, or even by praying to him.

If possible, spending time near bodies of water: water is a network which connects the land to the ocean. In the end, all rivers, no matter how small, are bound to the ocean. 

Watching documentaries on the sea, or on marine life! The simple gesture of learning about his domain, developing your understanding of it, can make you feel that much closer to the Father of Light-Bringers. 

Whenever you’re at a local beach, collecting seashells or rocks which catch your eye! They’re a way to bring a piece of the sea home with you! 

Since I cook a lot, there’s this little habit I’ve come to develop, of adding a pinch of sea salt (or fleur de sel) to every recipe. Of course, I won’t do this if I’m cooking a simple sandwich for myself: I’m talking about large pots of soup, meat pies, stews, etc. It’s a way of reminding myself that the Vanir bring about the fertility which allows us sustain ourselves. 

Learning sea shanties!!! Did you smile? That’s because sea shanties are fun, and what better way to honor a God than by having fun in their name! One of my favorite songs ever is a folk ballad about an old woman who begs her husband to leave the city and go back to the island where they used to live, where she could watch the seagulls and where he would fish their dinner. Songs such as these can make for beautiful and deeply personal offerings. Once you’ve learned a fisherman’s song, you’ll find yourself humming it in your day-to-day, and thinking of Njörðr as you’re doing so.

Making offerings of coin to him. I’ve heard that he was particularly fond of the coin-shaped chocolates that are wrapped in gold foil! Generally, anything that is made of gold or silver makes for a beautiful offering to him. You can, of course, keep such objects after offering them! The act of sharing them with Njörðr is symbolic, as are many offerings, and you are as entitled to keeping these valuables as you are to drinking offering alcohol after the ritual is done. Placing your silver/gold object on a windowsill or an altar for a day, a week or a month is enough to act as an offering.  

When it comes to the Vanir, you usually can’t go wrong with buying local products! What does your area specialize in, in terms of food? Now that summer’s at our door, we’ve reached the perfect time to look into local farmer’s markets. If, like me, you’re in the habit of offering alcohol to some or most of your deities, local draft beer is a great idea for Njörðr. In my area, grocery shops sometimes sell this one beer that’s made using salt water! It’s my go-to for Njörðr, understandably.

Acting generously, taking opportunities to share with others! It’s a way of honoring and embodying the Vanir King’s own benevolence.

As a follow-up, working on your ability to be compassionate: putting yourself in somebody else’s shoes, forgiving a wrong that has been done to you, finding compromise during a conflict with loved ones... If you are put in a position of leadership, lead others with care and attentiveness. Njörðr’s mythological son Freyr is heavily associated with peace. By protecting peace, you are honoring them both. 

Keeping a symbol of his on you as an amulet: representations of fish, anchors, lighthouses, ships, or anything else that symbolizes the sea all make for beautiful reminders of Njörðr’s presence. Especially if they are silver or gold-colored! In fact, a simple silver or gold coin, or even just a coin with special meaning in your heart, is the perfect amulet to keep in your wallet/purse in his honor. 

Learning to tie knots, or any other simple skill that is useful on a boat is fun and a great way to feel connected with the sea. This goes without saying but if you’ve got the chance to go for a boat ride, take it in his honor!

Asking him to grant you a safe journey before traveling long distances.

Art, Njörðr statue

[lacklustres]

#LACKLUSTRES. i haunt these lands, though my heart still beats.

ind. sel. mutuals and 20+ only. carrd in pinned. like ( ♥ ) or reblog ( ↺ ) this post and i'll check you out! minors, personals, and pkmn IRL blogs do not interact.

[selvepnea]

dynamo my beloved T-T

[mk-writes-stuff]

Happy wbw! This might be a strange one, but how do you think your characters would do in the setting of Illaros?

Happy WBW! This isn’t a strange one at all, I’m actually pretty hyped :)

I’m going to primarily go with the Seven Station characters because I think they’ll be more entertaining but if I’m in the mood I might throw in some Pirates’ Roost characters at the end. Also I’m making my usual crossover assumptions - everyone can understand each other’s language (although they won’t know world-specific terms, like Belladonna has no clue wtf a halawemavar is) and magic powers work regardless of the setting. I’m also going to assume the Seven Station characters have gotten used to seeing grass :)

Honestly, I think Cassie’s going to do the best on Illaros. Her machine empathy is pretty much useless, but she doesn’t really need it honestly - she can still use it to make her arm function better. She’d probably join a local militia or become a bounty hunter and actually be pretty successful. I feel like if she ever met Izjik, they’d really get along.

Belladonna and Nellie are both struggling but I think they’d make it. Nellie would have a rough time without her meds, but she’d survive. She’s pretty resourceful and I feel like she’d be able to get a contract using her empathy magic. Belladonna’s mostly struggling because she’s never been unimportant before, but she’s clever and very good with rich people so I think she’d manage to swing it as a negotiator or something. I think Cassiopeia would be okay for the same reason, although she’d definitely be plotting to usurp whoever took her in and move up in society as much as she could.

Ricinus and Goldenrod would be okay if they landed in the city. They’re screwed otherwise - they’re both too proud to do “peasant work.” If they landed in a city, they’d probably pretend they were never married and start new lives avoiding each other as much as possible.

Sel would make it too. He’s naive and wouldn’t entirely understand what’s going on, but he’s clever and resourceful and very hardworking. He’d end up with a job in a restaurant or something and a small place to himself and live a quiet life. I think Rhys would end up doing something similar, although he’d have a harder time of it due to his disabilities.

Stellaris would be so excited but he would not do well. He’d be fascinated by everything around him but he honestly does not have a lot of skills for job prospects and is not good at endearing himself to others. I think he and Astra would get along if they met but outside of that he’d have a very rough time.

Narcissus would not survive. There would be bugs. He’d be broke. He’s allergic to pollen. I’m sorry but this man wouldn’t make it a week.

Also as a bonus - most of the Pirates’ Roost cast would do pretty fine on Illaros (it’s not too drastically different from Ixalan, they’d adapt), but I’m confident if the HO cast ever met Malcolm, it would go extremely poorly. Like I feel like they’d already be weirded out by this little feathery man (Malcolm’s like 5’7 and skinny) introducing himself as a siren but if they saw him praying quite passionately to the stars? I’m extremely confident it would be on sight.

Anyway, thank you for the ask! This was very fun, and I’d love to hear your thoughts on how you think they’d do :)

[theladyfirelord]

hiii little miss genius 🤭🤭!! could i request a drabble of selwyn having sleepover with his black s/o :)? thank you so much and have a fabulous day

Anything for you!! I really hope you enjoy it!! (:

Sleepover- Sel x Black S/O

You and Selwyn have been dating for a little over a year now. Sometimes you can't even believe it.

The Selwyn Emrys Kane was your boyfriend. How did you ever land such a magnificent being?

In his eyes, it's the other way around.

The two of you are always in awe of each other.

~~~

Today is Sel's birthday, and you've spent most of the day hanging out with Alice and William, with a couple of the other Legendborn tagging along for the festivities.

Selwyn's enjoyed himself...for the most part.

Don't get him wrong- he loves his friends to pieces, but there was one person that he wanted to be with the most...

You.

However, he would never admit that out loud.

But, with you, he never has to because you understand him better than he understands himself.

So you leave the party a bit early, saying that you had some "business" to take care of. Of course, Selwyn side-eyed that because it was a silly excuse, but you gave him no further explanation, which was extremely hard, considering he seemed a tad bit dejected after you announced that you were leaving.

But you had to in order to prepare your room for the sleepover surprise.

That's right-an exclusive night with just you and him.

After rearranging your room to include a large sized tent, with fairy lights and snacks located inside, you called Sel and told him to come over.

Little does he know that he'll be greeted with a night with the person whom he cherishes the most.

~~~

"SURPRISE, HONEY!" You shout as you open the door, greeting Sel with your cute, pink strawberry pattern pj's and a same colored bonnet to match. "We're having a sleepover! Just you and me!"

At first, Selwyn looks shocked, but then that shock turns into joy and amusement. "Don't you look precious, sweetheart?" He teases.

You run over to Selwyn, jumping into his arms. He catches you with ease, and in return, you wrap your legs around his waist, or really, his midsection (the boy was tall).

Once you unhook your legs from around Sel and place your feet on the ground again, you motion around to your newly transformed bedroom, practically beaming with excitement. "Are you ready for the best sleepover party of your life, Sel?"

A fast-growing smile spreads across the young Merlin's face, "Bring it on, babe."

~~~

And bring it on you did.

Together, the two of you ate snacks whilst watching countless amounts of rom-coms, action-packed movies, and, reluctantly, horror films.

Sel found every single scary movie you watched to be more humorous than terrifying...you on the other hand were petrified.

On second thought, maybe Sel found you more hilarious than the movies themselves.

After, you ordered pizza and babbled about new books that you've read to your boyfriend. This was a common occurrence for you two. You were more of the talker, and he was more of the listener.

Today, however, considering the fact that it was his birthday, he probably wouldn't want to hear you talk, right?

Immediately when this thought crosses your mind, you quiet down and look away in shame.

"I'm sorry, Sel, it's your birthday, I shouldn't be blabbering so much. You probably don't want to hear that and-" your ranting is cut off with a kiss from your boyfriend.

"I love everything that comes from your mouth. Please, keep going." He encourages, and just like that, your chattiness continues.

~~~

"Happy birthday, dear Selwyn, Happy birthday to you!" You attempt to sing to the birthday boy whilst holding a birthday cake with candles labeled "Happy Birthday, my love!"

Granted, your voice wasn't very good because let's face it, you were no Ariana Grande.

Sel appreciated the gesture all the same, seeing as he hadn't stopped smiling ever since you started singing.

"Okay, now blow out the candles, and make a wish!" You say as you hold the cake in front of him. But he doesn't move.

You were about to open your mouth to say something when he asks, "What if my wish already came true?"

...oh, how you loved him.

~~~

The night ends with the two of you crawling into your makeshift tent, side by side, face to face.

You begin to say, "I hope you had a good day today, Sel. I know it wasn't much-" When he interrupts, grabbing your hand and interlocking your fingers. "It was everything, Y/N. I got to spend time with the love of my existence. That's the best gift I could've ever been given."

~~~

[david-goldrock]

Me and my friend (rainy-sel) were talking about Israel history and how people are erasing it, and I went:

“Like, even History Of The Entire World, I Guess referenced it. ‘“Hey can you stop invading our homeland” said the Jews, who were getting sick of people invading their homeland.’

and my friend gave the witty response of “They should make a second part to that video where at the very end, it says ‘People are still invading our fucking homeland?!’

Lol

I love the parts he talks about Israel

"so the UN divided the land so now everyone's happy! sike, they both get angrier!"

(To the other people in my inbox, i'll get to you, I am just tired as fuck, and you asked me like 8 fine questions, each will need 10-30 minutes to answer, so your time will be, but not today)