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[abbyanne-sari-sari]

For 🌈 Pride At Home 2023 🌈

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Love is love. Happy Pride Month! ️😍 ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

[riverfigs]

very genuine question guys how do I find lesbian spaces. specifically like poc/Black lesbian spaces

[melynafoxclaw]

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[grantvaleska]

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[eloenmaerdrym]

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[rafesangelita]

hey girly may i please request rafe and bitchy!kook!reader who see each other at a party after a breakup, and they can’t help but sneak off together? some arguing and hot make up sex pleaseeee. thank you!

warnings: ex-bf!rafe, exes to lovers, slight angst, arguing, cussing, mentions of anger issues, descriptions of violence, rekindling, a little bit of jealous!rafe, oral (f. receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, just a little bit of fluff

a/n: i kinda went off the request here and made them go home instead of really ‘sneaking away’ i hope that’s okay! i was heavily inspired by the song ‘best mistake’ by ariana grande <3 beware! this fic is a little long..

no contact. rafe wanted to smash his phone when you texted him that fateful night a little over two weeks ago, saying you were never going to talk to him again unless he apologized for getting angry and acting out of line. while he truly was sorry for yelling at you and breaking everything in his sight, he had too much pride to admit he was wrong. and it was because of that pride that you decided to dump his ass and ignore the hundreds of calls and texts he sent your way.

despite having to block his phone number, you couldn’t help but look at all the pictures and videos of you two, sad because you missed him, but pissed because he couldn’t just get his shit together and make things right. eventually, with a lot of convincing and even a little bit of bribing with a new purse, your besties had managed to get you up and into your hottest outfit yet before they took you to a party where they refused to tell you who was hosting.

after you basically obliterated rafe’s ego by not only ignoring him, but blocking him too, he told himself he wouldn’t be fazed if he saw you turn up at the end of summer party that topper threw every year. however, all thoughts of being nonchalant and giving you the same treatment back flew out the door when he saw you walk in with your friends, your mini dress hugging your thighs in a way that made his jaw tick. he would’ve had no problem with your outfit if you two were together.. but you weren’t.

which for rafe, that only meant he would be spending the night smashing faces in if he saw anyone looking at you. he kept his eyes on you the whole time, taking swigs from his beer until finally he ran out and was forced to go inside the kitchen. “hey, y/n.” you looked up. jeremy, a frequent visitor at the country club had approached you. he was sweet and very easy on the eyes. maybe a little too easy, he had a baby face and was a little too much of a pretty boy in your opinion.

“oh, hey ‘jer.” you smiled, calling him by a nickname you heard your friends say a while back. “you look great..” he complimented you. noticing your dress had ridden up, you pulled the hem down before thanking him. “that’s nice of you to say, thank you.” you laughed awkwardly as he seemingly stepped closer. “hey, uh, i heard you and rafe broke up, is that true?” at the mention of your now ex-boyfriend, you blinked. “i.. yeah. but i’m not looking for anything right now.” you shook your head.

“neither am i.” your eyes widened slightly as you felt his hand graze yours. wanting to change the subject, you backed away slightly before clearing your throat. “so what are you drinking?” noticing your discomfort, jeremy flashed you an apologetic look. “this? oh i just got water-” before he could say anything else, you gasped when he almost lost his footing, having been nudged super hard by none other than rafe himself. “woah, you gotta watch out there, man.” rafe winked at you before walking off, the man in front of you cursing under his breath.

“that was a lame move.” he scoffed. you looked past jeremy and at rafe who had his face turned. “i’m sorry, can you give me a sec?” you didn’t wait for him to reply before you followed rafe outside. as if he recognized the clack of your heels behind him, he spun around, making you stop as you two glared at each other. while his gaze slightly softened, you could still make out the roughness in his expression. “you did that on purpose.” apart of you was glad he did, since it gave you an excuse to get out of conversation with jeremy. then again, that was rafe’s intention.

“what are you talking about?” just then, a girl in a bikini walked by, rafe shamelessly eyeing her backside before giving you his attention once more. oh, okay. you smiled at him, arching a brow as he blatantly acted clueless. “you know what? i have someone waiting for me inside. ‘just wasting my time out here.” you whispered the last part, scoffing as you attempted to walk away. rafe dragged you to the side of the house, your hands coming up to shove at his chest.

“who’s waiting for you inside, ‘jer?’” rafe mocked jeremy’s nickname. “yeah, actually. why don’t you go and get the girl who’s ass you just stared at?” you shoved him again, this time making rafe take hold of both of your wrists as he backed you up against wall. “i was fucking with you,” he scoffed, “you’re the one that wants to go back inside to a guy who drinks water at a fucking party!” he laughed incredulously, like he couldn’t believe you would give that guy the time of day.

you swatted his hands away from your own. “i’m not doing this here. you’re acting like you aren’t the one who owes me an apology.” rafe pinched the bridge of his nose. “y/n..” you shook your head, feeling defeated as he stared down at you. “just leave me alone, rafe.” just as you were going to walk away, he spoke up. “then let’s not do this here! let’s have a serious conversation, i mean it.” you shifted, glancing up at him briefly. “and go where?” you arched a brow.

deep down, you knew where this was heading but you so badly wanted to hear what he had to say. rafe got close, resting his hand on the small of your back. “tanneyhill. the house is empty for the next couple of days, so if you want to yell, fight and scream, be my guest.” you sighed as if you didn’t want to go, walking past him and to his truck where he opened the door for you. your friends were definitely going to give you an earful after this.

the drive to rafe’s place was quiet and a little awkward everytime you had to pry his hand off of your thigh, his excuse being that it was just a habit. rafe knew when you broke up with him, for the thousandth time, that it wouldn’t be too long before he saw your catty self walking up the stairs to his bedroom. “i would like to be home by a certain time so get to talking.” you sat down on the edge of his bed, clasping your ring clad fingers together.

rafe shut the door, leaning on the hardwood as he took in your outfit. there’s no way you showed up at that party tonight with the intention of going home alone when you looked this sexy. strappy heels, a black lace dress that that showed a bra and thong underneath, your hair and makeup done so perfectly, he itched to ruin all of it. “you look stunning.” he crossed his arms over his chest, catching the way you swung one leg over the other.

“we’re not here for that.” you leaned back, resting on your hands as rafe nodded. “fair enough..” he started, “look, i’m really sorry. it was wrong of me to take my anger out on you and have no regard for your feelings when i was in the spur of the moment. i should’ve never yelled in your face when you were only trying to make me feel better, i should’ve never broke your things when you told me to leave, from the bottom of my heart, y/n, i’m sorry.” he kneeled down to your level, a silent act of submission. you stared at him.

rafe had a pleading look in his eyes. “i can see you’re sorry,” you barely reached for his jaw, stroking the side of his face softly before you withdrew, “but what are you going to do to fix it?” rafe had missed your touch so much, he swallowed thickly when your warmth disappeared. “would you believe me if i said i was giving anger management classes a try?” you narrowed your eyes at him. “no. do you have a confirmation email or something?” rafe laughed, knowing you wouldn’t be easy to convince.

handing over his phone without any hesitation, you typed in his pin, your birthday, before going to his mail and checking for yourself. sure enough, he had confirmation for not only one class, but an entire course that would take him approximately three months to complete. “please come back to me, baby. i need you.” rafe hesitantly placed his hands on either sides of your hips, your eyes softening as you gazed up at the man in front of you. god, you missed him so much, these past couple of weeks had been the worst.

“i need you, too.” you whispered, both of you leaning in at the same time before your lips melted against one another. cupping rafe’s face, you brought him up from the floor, your back relaxing against his sheets as he hovered above you. rafe had been dying to feel your hands on him, craving your touch like never before. with your dress rolling up your thighs, rafe looked down at the supple flesh there, wanting nothing more than to bury his face in your cunt.

“i was so mad when i saw you walk in looking like this.” you took your bottom lip between your teeth, propping yourself up on your elbows as rafe’s fingers hooked through the soft material of your thong. you watched as he slid the undergarment down your legs, your head falling back as he pinned your thighs to the tops of his shoulders. “rafe-” you reached down, your fingernails running across his skin. he hummed, cupping your soaked pussy as a gasp fell from your lips.

“use your words.” he traced your glossy folds, cursing to himself at the sight. “my heels— they’re still on.” you blinked hazily when you felt his thumb tease your sensitive bundle of nerves. “yeah? they’re gonna stay on.” you moaned when his tongue finally made contact with your clit, your back arching off the bed as he splayed a hand across your tummy. letting out a cry, rafe ate you like man starved, which in a way he was. two weeks was too long, and he was going to unleash all his pent up frustration on you in a way that would have you writhing in pleasure.

rafe knew your body like it was the back of his hand, and he didn’t hesitate to use that to his full advantage. while still lapping at your clit, you fought the urge to shut your thighs around his head when two of his fingers prodded at your entrance. he groaned when he thrusted them into you, your pretty sounds serving as music to his ears. the coil in your stomach only grew tighter until rafe had your thighs trembling, your first orgasm of the night making all the air leave your lungs.

you cried out, rafe appreciating the way your hips stuttered in a poor attempt to chase his tongue. you blinked up at the ceiling when you came down from your high, rafe wasting no time in flipping you over and grinding his erection into your backside. with one hand, rafe gathered your hair in a makeshift ponytail and with the other, he grabbed a pillow, placing it under your hips so he could shamelessly rut against you. leaning down, he kissed you sloppily, both of you moaning as you tasted yourself on his tongue.

taking himself out of his jeans, he wrapped a veiny hand around your throat, thrusting into you without warning. “oh my- fuck!” you squeaked out, your walls fluttering around his cock. rafe shut his eyes, his mouth ghosting over yours as he fucked into you hard and slow. “did you miss this?” rafe went deeper with each thrust, balling up your dress to pull you against him. “yes. yes, i missed this so much!” you whimpered, meaning every word. rafe never wanted to be apart from you ever again.

the discomfort from having your heels on was slowly but surely melting away as rafe replaced that feeling with pure bliss, your walls stetching deliciously around his length. for two weeks, the only thing you could imagine feeling was the warmth of rafe’s body against your own, your heart blooming in your chest at finally having that back. “fuck, i need to see your pretty face..” he rolled you over, slotting himself between your thighs before picking up his pace.

you gazed up at him, already looking fucked out as he groped your tits through your dress. “all this breaking and making up, i don’t wanna do it anymore, baby,” rafe tucked a piece of hair behind your ear before stroking your chin, “m’gonna go crazy if you leave me like that again.” you nodded at his words, your eyebrows drawing together in pleasure. “promise. i promise i won’t do that anymore.” you started moving your hips, meeting his thrusts as he groaned, leaning down to bury his face in the curve of your neck.

wrapping your legs around his waist, you didn’t leave him any room to pull away, his toned stomach slapping against your clit as you two rolled your hips in desperation to feel the other finish. “ah, fuck,” your nails clawed against his skin when you felt his teeth nip at the sensitive spot of your neck. with the way you were moaning rafe’s name in his ear, and your pussy swallowing him whole, it wasn’t long before you two started shuddering as the waves of euphoria washed over you both.

he never failed to make your head pound with your orgasm, quite literally stealing your breath away as you made him lose all train of thought, his ability to hold himself up nearly impossible with your greedy cunt milking him for all he had. “shit.” rafe breathed out, pressing a kiss to your temple before pulling out. you hissed, whining shortly after at the empty sensation. as much as you wanted to feel his arms around you, you wanted a hot shower and a wardrobe change more than anything else.

as if rafe could read your mind, he carried you to the shower where he undressed you and bathed you. he continued apologizing for the way he treated you weeks prior to tonight. even after he had you in nothing but one of his t-shirts, he spent the night inhaling your sweet scent while telling you how perfect you were for him until you fell asleep in his embrace.

[apixellife]

[Good Fairy]

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[skygemspeaks]

Hello happy pride month, here are some sweet and relatively low-stakes queer reads for you:

Cursed Cocktails by SL Rowland - a blood mage retires after decades of fighting to protect his people, and moves to a small coastal town where the heat will be good for his chronic pain. He opens a cocktail bar and maybe falls in love with his business partner.

The House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune - case worker has to investigate a group home of very powerful magical orphans. One of them is the antichrist. He tries not to lose his mind. Finds love (platonic and romantic) along the way

Legends and Lattes by Travis Baldree - badass orc barbarian decides to retire from her life of fighting and opens a cafe in a town where no one has heard of coffee before. Finds a family along the way.

A Rival Most Vial by RK Ashwick - two rival potion shop owners who hate everything about each other find out they have to work together on a potion for the mayor. Find out that maybe they don't hate each other that much after all. Oh and there's a found family in there somewhere.

[vervainium]

theodore nott headcanons pt 2

(bc u guys are sl*ts and wouldn’t stop asking me [i had one person request LOL])

a/n these are more like… romantic maybe? maybe even emotional? i like them tho i like them and now they’re all canon because i said so and the harry potter community basically created him out of thin air so 😁💁🏼‍♀️

firstly i believe in curly haired theo

it’s common knowledge in my community that i believe theo is smart

i think he is articulated and he knows how to process his words

he could be a REALLY (hot) good english professor

my point; hozier type words

i think that he is a naturally deep lover

he is so emotionally raw and i think he writes it all down in this cute little note book that he keeps under his mattress

perhaps he even lets you read it or gives it to you, we will never know

i think that hes secretive with his love though

anyways um

i think he loves eye contact

it allows him to connect better with people

i think it would be his thing to talk with his eyes

his eyes can be very expressive i believe like super expressive

like you make eye contact with him and suddenly you know his every thought

i honestly love the whole selective mute thing

he values his voice and his pride and it’s almost like a sacred thing because he isn’t talkative at home with yk… the big ol man

oh this might be short okay speed round

a great baker

specifically pastries

loves a good fantasy novel

he would love game of thrones and the house of the dragon

secretly super passionate about muggle life me thinks

loves to sit alone with himself

i actually think he’s stable in his self image!!!!!

i know this is controversial but hear me out he has such an example of what he doesn’t want to be (his dad) and he also has good examples (his trusted teachers)

i think he has a very good idea of who he is and who he wants to be

as you read these again bc they’re so good, i know you will, listen to angel of small death and the codeine scene by hozier

bye!!!!

[estinesstories]

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓓𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓮 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽.

𝙎𝙤𝙛𝙩!𝙑𝙤𝙭 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙄𝙙𝙠, 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮 😁 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨, 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙝𝙝𝙝𝙝𝙝𝙝𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙑𝙤𝙭 𝙞𝙨 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, (𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙄𝙎) 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙖 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤��𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙋𝘼𝙉 𝙊𝙁 𝘼 𝘿𝘼𝙔,,, 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙎𝙐𝙋𝙀𝙍 𝙎𝙏𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙎𝙀𝘿 𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙍 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙆, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙋𝙃𝙔𝙎𝙄𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙔 𝘼𝘽𝙐𝙎𝙀𝘿 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘽𝙍𝙊𝙆𝙀𝙉 𝙐𝙋 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝘽𝙔 𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝘽𝙊𝙔𝙁𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙉𝘿, 𝙨𝙤 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 💗

𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨: 𝙑𝙤𝙭 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧/𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙮𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙑𝙤𝙭, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙑𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙤 (𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘿𝙄𝘾𝙆 𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙏 𝘽𝙄𝙏𝘾𝙃-), 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙑𝙤𝙭 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘼𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙑𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙪𝙥 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢 (𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙝𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮).

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙥 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙑𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙤, 𝙑𝙤𝙭 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙪𝙥 𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙𝙡𝙮?

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙑𝙪𝙡𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙎𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙑𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙎𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙎𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝘼𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙑𝙤𝙭 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙖 𝙝𝙪𝙜, 𝘼𝙉𝙎𝙂𝙏 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙁𝙇𝙐𝙁𝙁💗💗💗

(𝙃𝘼𝙕𝘽𝙄𝙉 𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙀𝙇 𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙂𝙎 𝙏𝙊 𝙑𝙄𝙑𝙕𝙔𝙋𝙊𝙋! 𝘿𝙄𝘿𝙑𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙊 @𝙘𝙖𝙛𝙚𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙚! 𝙄𝙏 𝙒𝘼𝙎 𝙎𝙊 𝙎𝘼𝘿 𝙈𝘼𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 😭 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙑𝙤𝙭 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 🫶💔)

Vox’s eyes saddened deeply as another pathetically and unnecessarily violent voicemail from his pimp situationship rang in his ears for the fourth time that hour. He laid in bed by himself, tangled loosely in his sheets and comforter as he hugged his pillow tightly to his chest. Silent, digital tears rolled down his face as he laid on his back, the voice playing aloud in his lonely home from the speakers on the side of his head. As Valentino’s angered voice screamed at him for not paying attention to him 24/7 again, Vox pulled his pillow closer to his face, his claws flattening at the tips as to not rip the fabric as he squeezed it. Suddenly, as he sniffed for what felt like the thousandth time that night, a new ringtone called, one that came from another phone, one that came from someone he knew well. He panicked, his tired eyes widening as much as they could before trying to calm himself down. Realizing he couldn’t calm down enough after practicing speaking, he declined the call and instead texted, “hey, sry can’t call rn. Ttyl”

As you read the text, you immediately knew something was wrong. Vox never texted you, ever. Even when he was busy, he’d always hang up and give you a half-assed apology later. You quickly texted him back, “wru rn?”

“Home, y?”

You didn’t respond, instead turning off your phone and putting it in your pocket. You threw on a hoodie, put your hair in a ponytail and did your makeup a bit. You walked to where you knew he lived, not having to walk far as you lived in the pride ring.

Around ten minutes after no reply from you and going back to sulking, Vox jumps as he hears a soft knock at his front door, scrambling to get out of bed and fix himself immediately. After a few minutes, there was a slightly harder knock, causing Vox to quicken his pace. He made sure to throw on some sweats and a wife-beater before cleaning his screen and hurrying to the door. As he opens, it, he finds you standing on the other side. His eyes widen in surprise.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” Vox asked awkwardly, scared of being caught in such a vulnerable state by you. Anyone but you. You looked at him with soft eyes.

“Vox,” you started gently, catching off guard after listening to screams non-stop. He looked into your gentle eyes with wild, scared ones. “I know what happened at the studio today. And I can see you’ve been crying.”

“W-what? Shut the fuck up and go home, i-it’s late-“ he tried to retort and close the door, hiding his face from you. You quickly stopped the door, and gently opened it again, watching as Vox just barely trembled as you looked down at him.

“Vox,” you whispered sternly, frowning as he only stood there. You gently and slowly turned him towards you, looking into his wide, teary eyes carefully. Calmly, you pulled him towards you and wrapped your arms around him. You felt him tense and his breath hitch, and made sure he could leave your arms whenever he wished. But he never did. Vox never wanted to leave the embrace the moment he registered it. His cold face hit your warm, plush chest, and after a moment, he sniffed. After that, you squeezed him tighter, causing him to hiccup and start to cry softly as he wrapped his arms loosely around your waist.

You gently pulled an arm away from him and entered his home and closing the door behind you. You then pulled a bit away from him, much to his dismay and causing him to look up to you fearfully for a moment and almost retract fully away from you, thinking you thought he was now dramatic and a pussy. Instead, you swiftly picked him up bridal style and cuddled him into your arms as you made your way to his bed. He softened his gaze and avoided eye contact with you, now convinced you only came here for… that. Once you got to the bedroom, you closed the door behind you and sat on the bed, still holding him but resting your hold onto the mattress. It was then that he hiccuped and closed his eyes as he took off his shirt, starting to take his pants off before you stopped him.

“Woah, Vox, honey, whatcha doing?” You asked gently, one hand taking the hand on his waistband and bringing it up in between you two, the other softly bringing his frame to look up at you. He searched your eyes for a moment before hiccuping again and crying softly.

“I-I just thought tha-at you jus- w-wan’ed t’…” he couldn’t even get a full sentence out, and he felt utterly embarrassed. You didn’t care, and held him close, shushing him and letting him cry out.

“Oh, baby…” you cooed softly, rocking him side to side comfortingly and gently stroking his back his your fingernails. He shuddered and relished in the care you gave him, flushing against you and craving for more as he sobbed. “I would never use you for only sex, Vox. I care for you. Especially when you’re like this. You’re amazing, and I’m lucky to be able to hold you.”

You smile as he pulls away from you just enough to search your eyes for any hint of sarcasm. When he found known, he whimpered at you gaze before letting out a hard, mangled sob. You frowned at him and caressed his cheek with one hand, the other pulling him into you further and running warm fingers down his bare spine. “Oh sweetheart, don’t cry. As beautiful as your eyes are glossy, I think I like them better filled with happiness.” You smiled at him. His eyes were comedically wide with more tears than ever. Never in his life nor death had he ever had this treatment before, and here you were, just piling on him like it was normal. It overwhelmed him, overstimulated him, causing him to wail out and dig his face into the crook of your neck. You didn’t exactly know what to do, whatever you did, he just seemed to cry harder. So, you opted to just hold him, sway him back and forth, run your hands along his back and head. You kept whispering soft praises in his ear and listened to him cry hard. After a moment, he seemed to calm down. He sat silently in your arms, listening to your heartbeat as his breathing slowed. For a moment, you thought he was asleep, so you gave him one last squeeze before resting your head on his frame.

“I love you, so much Vox.” You whispered into his head and kissed it. You didn’t think he heard you, as you couldn’t see his face, him darkening his screen as he calmed down. But when he heard those words, his eyes widened and he resisted the urge to brighten his screen in flush. He hurriedly closed his eyes again and cuddled up against your chest, much to both of your dismay and surprise.

“Love y’ too.” He whispered, and you smiled down at him with a massive blush.

𝙄 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀𝘿 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎!! 𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 💗💗

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"Spade, still going, going, going? 👩🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏼🎫🎤👩‍💻"

The mic + last emoji instantly to me said Paper Rings as a surprise song?

"Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet"

The last time she played Paper Rings was 23 shows ago, "she's still 23 inside her fantasy" 2013 VS fashion show reference, I don't think we've left that territory just yet. And the first time she played Paper Rings was the 23rd of Pride Month. Last time she played it was also abt 83 Business Days ago.

It could also very well be a coder and any of these songs are possible in that case...

SL*T! was played for the first time just about 83 shows ago, and the last time was just about 83 Business Days ago.

Girl at home has never been played.

The ticket + mic combo in general seems to be directly clarifying that this is a hint at a surprise song tonight for the show.

Any other ideas???

Good sleuthing 🕵️‍♀️

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even in those quiet moments, i hear your voice

elriel month prompt six: words unspoken

NSFW.

Another Secret Dating Modern AU installment. Read other fics in the series here

It was the laziest of Sundays, but it had been a while since Azriel had spent the entire morning in bed. He probably hadn’t done so since his teen years, when he’d sneak out of the house with Cass and Rhys and binge drink the cheap beer they’d bought with a fake ID in the local park all night, coming home just before the sun rose and sleeping the entire following day away. But honestly, if all his mornings included Elain Archeron tangled in his sheets, her jasmine scented hair splashed across his pillows and soft skin pressed up against his, he would do it more often. 

Azriel had never thought he’d be the type of guy to be down so bad for a girl, but the more layers of Elain he got to uncover, the more he realised he was made for someone like her. The broody guy who loitered in shadows, falling for the sunshine flower girl. He snorted at the absolute irony of it.

He’d promptly ignored the incessant texts from Cassian at seven am, his brother hounding him to meet at the gym for a session. It wasn’t going to happen. Not today. Today he was going to do nothing but lounge around with his girl. She’d been busy all week with work and assignments, and he’d barely gotten a chance to see her. 

If it was just their schedules that kept them apart, he may have been more compliant in her absence, but they had the unfortunate burden of also having to sneak around their nosy siblings. He loved that Elain was so close with her sisters, and he with his brothers. After all, they were all each other had.

Their little group had only grown closer since Rhys and Feyre had introduced them all, and he loved the bonds he shared with each, but sometimes they were all just so damn clingy.

He chuckled, wondering what their group must look like to outsiders. Probably something like the Cullen’s… Azriel grimaced, it was Elain’s fault he even knew that reference.

Elain had come over late last night after a dinner shift at the restaurant. Tired and cranky, she had dumped her bags in the doorway and made a beeline straight for his shower, complaining she smelled of fried calamari and beer. Azriel had laughed, thinking she was being melodramatic. She always smelt fucking amazing. 

She had emerged from his tiny ensuite twenty minutes later, wrapped in an oversized towel with her hair thrown up in a messy bun and steam wafting out of the door behind her like tendrils of smoke. It had taken all his willpower not to stalk over to her, whip that towel off her body and throw her onto the bed. Fuck, she was gorgeous.

She had further sealed his fate, driving home the final nail in the I Love Elain Archeron coffin, when she’d gone rummaging through one of his drawers. She’d turned around with a proud grin on her face when she’d found what she was looking for; an old band tee he’d had since college. Throwing on the faded tee she loved to sleep in so much, she’d curled up in bed beside him, giving him a soft peck on the cheek before settling in. 

Azriel’s eyes had almost rolled into the back of his head. She smelled like his shower gel, and that, paired with the oversized t-shirt she wore, had him internally peacocking in some fucked up, masculine alpha-male type of way. Whatever. He loved seeing Elain in his clothes, even if that did make him some sort of primitive, territorial bastard. She tucked herself into his side and Azriel had all but beamed in male pride.

He’d thrown on a Netflix movie for them to watch, but it had barely been ten minutes in before she had fallen asleep, her face pressed into his chest as her breath fanned across his skin. He’d simply smiled down at her and pulled her closer, rubbing a hand down her back, bringing his palm to rest at her waist. He’d let her sleep, his own eyes growing heavy as the warmth from her tiny form drifted over him and lulled him into a peaceful slumber not long after.

The following morning, he'd awoken early but remained in bed, not wanting to disentangle himself from the limbs she had wrapped around him in their sleep. Elain dozed peacefully as he looked over at her, and not being able to resist her thrall any longer, he gingerly rolled over onto his side. Gently pushing aside the hair that had slid over her face, scarred fingertips fluttering over her serene expression, he pressed the softest of kisses to her nose.

She didn’t stir.

He leant forward again, peppering her face with feather-light kisses, brushing his lips lightly over her cheeks, her eyes, her temples, her jaw. 

With a deep exhale and a stretch of her legs, Elain’s eyes finally fluttered open, blinking as she adjusted to the light. The soft morning sunlight filtered through his window and gilded her hair in streaks of brilliant gold and honey brown. He couldn’t help but gape in awe at her, she’d never looked more beautiful.

“Morning,” she croaked, her voice still thick from sleep, face half buried in the pillow. 

His lips twitched into the ghost of a soft smile. Elain had breezed into his life just a few months ago, but in that short amount of time, she’d managed to awaken something deep within him that had long been slumbering. Something he had not even been sure he would ever possess, that vulnerable ability to open oneself up to another person entirely and just… trust. Yet here she was, making him fall head over heels for her in close to no time at all.

Beneath the rumpled sheets, she hitched a leg to rest over his hip and his skin prickled in response, delighted at her proximity.

He smirked, running a hand down her smooth thigh. “Morning, tater-tot.” 

She chuckled at the ridiculous nickname, and Azriel catalogued that laugh to memory. He couldn’t recall how it had started but every day since they’d been together, he’d think up of a new— albeit random— nickname to call her. She laughed every time, often remarking about the increasing ridiculousness of the names he gave her. He liked to keep her on her toes that way, and tater-tots were cute. Only psychopaths didn’t love potatoes.

Snaking an arm around her waist as his other hand gripped the thigh she had hitched on his hip, he tugged Elain across the sheets and into his embrace. Plunging his hand into her thick hair, he angled her face and kissed her, lazy and slow.

Her soft body melted into him as she sighed into it, kissing him back decadently as her hand came up from beneath the sheets to cup his cheek. He shuffled even closer to her, sidling up beside her, pressing their chests together. Elain in turn shifted, hitching her leg higher on his waist, sinking deeper into his sheets, all but mewling at his unhurried attention.

Azriel felt her delicate fingers creep up to card in the hair at the nape of his neck, her tongue laving at the seam of his lips. He opened for her, allowing his tongue to lazily caress hers as he kissed her, nice and slow, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth gently. 

A small whimper escaped her throat, her hips canting softly into his, and that was all it took to spur him into action. Gripping her thigh in his palm, Azriel rolled them over, settling himself on top of her, his hips cradled in the soft space she created for him between her split thighs. 

He tore his lips from hers, a true testament to his will. Or perhaps it was just proof of his hedonistic desire to simply stare at the way Elain was sprawled out beneath him, that debauched urge all but demanding he visually engross himself in how tantalizing she looked whilst spread out in his bed. 

She always looked beautiful, but there was something about this moment; the way her doe eyes would soften, the way her hair would lay tousled around her, the adorable pink flush colouring her cheeks… he would never tire of it. If he had any talent with a paintbrush or skill behind a lens, he would capture it to keep forever, but instead it was another thing he promised to commit to memory.

Holding himself above her, a muscled forearm resting on the pillow beside her head, Elain merely gazed up at him, a small, secret smile blooming across her lovely face. They never needed words, and yet they could always discern what the other conveyed. In the short time they’d been together, they’d become so proficient at quietly observing each other, they could often converse simply with a pointed look across the room or a subtle twitch of an expression. He loved that. He loved feeling seen by Elain, and in turn documenting her every little quirk, interpreting the meaning of each one of her silent cues. He intended to be proficient in the unspoken language of Elain Archeron and nothing could sway his determination.

He was so fucking done for.

Elain drew her arms up, slinging them about his shoulders, hands hanging limply behind him as her fingertips brushed his shoulder blades. Goosebumps erupted across his skin, and he couldn’t help but sink into her warm embrace, her body so supple and welcoming beneath him. 

The old t-shirt she wore had ridden up around her hips, and as he drew himself closer to kiss her, he pressed his hips firmly into the warm centre of her.

Something akin to a squeak escaped her lips, causing her in turn to wrap her long legs around his waist. He marvelled at her warmth, relished in doing nothing but exist in Elain’s hold. Kissing her deeply, keeping his machinations unhurried and languid, he couldn’t help but think he would happily live and die in this very spot. 

Shifting beneath him, Elain’s hands trailed up his body and dove into his hair, deepening the kiss as her thighs split imperceptibly wider, allowing his rapidly hardening cock to nestle snuggly against her. She loved it. She let loose a little breath, her back arching at the increased pressure on her sensitive folds. She bit his lip gently, unable to control the pleasure slowly building, and rolled her hips, seeking more friction where she needed it the most.

Azriel chuckled, pulling back once more to look down at her. Her pupils were blown wide, all traces of sleepiness gone. In its place was a sultry, sexual profligacy, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she gazed back up at him.

“Az, I need… uh!” she trailed off at a particularly delicious roll of his hips.

Azriel tenderly brushed the golden strands of hair that had fallen into her face. “I know, baby,” he cooed, placating her with another languorous thrust of his hips, benevolently rolling into her, burying her deeper into his sheets with the motion.

Elain’s mouth popped open, her eyes heavy lidded, the brown of her irises sparkling with desire behind them. He lived to see her pleasure splashed across her face.

Running a hand down his chiselled abdomen, Elain pried open the waistband of his underwear and eased one slight hand beneath the cotton. Her fingers were exploratory, fondling him lightly before finally wrapping them around his shaft. His head flopped heavily between his shoulders at her touch, his mouth falling open with an exhale. 

Her touch immediately sent sparks of pleasure ricocheting through his veins, her fingers well practiced in his preferences. The pressure she applied was just how he liked it. Fuck.

Gathering his wits, he gripped the hem of the tee she wore and slowly pulled it up her torso, exposing her iridescent skin one slow inch at a time. Her grip around him tightened, unhurriedly stroking the hard length of him. 

Pulling the shirt up to her collarbones and exposing her breasts, his mouth watered at the sight of her curves, her peaked nipples ready and waiting for him to steal a taste. Lowering his face to her chest, he puckered his lips around the hardened bud of one, his tongue laving hungrily at her skin. A soft cry escaped her as she flung her head back into her pillow, her back arching beautifully.

The movement allowed him to twine a hand beneath her, pressing his palm firmly against her back to push her breasts into his face, effectively smothering himself in the swell of her curves.

Releasing her nipple from his mouth with a soft pop, Azriel licked his way across the valley of her breasts to the other side, lavishing the second with the same attention. He traced a broad hand around her waist and up to cup her breast, sinful fingers replacing where his mouth had just been, his tongue continuing to lick and suck at her chest with a reverence he reserved solely for Elain. He moaned at the taste, the scent and feel of her skin engulfing his senses completely.

He sucked and pulled and licked at her skin, teeth nipping the sensitive swells of her breasts until he’d left several blooming violet marks splashed lovingly across her chest. He knew she loved the little reminders of his passion, that the thought of wearing his love bites hidden beneath her clothes excited her. And he loved giving them to her. He could never get enough.

A short yelp escaped her at a particularly enthusiastic pass of his teeth against her hard nipple.

Seemingly decided she was done with being teased into oblivion, Elain had grown increasingly needy and pointedly pulled his cock free from his boxer briefs, stroking him with increased fervour.

She gripped him hard and twisted her hand around his shaft, just how he fucking liked it. Azriel shivered at her touch, hazily admiring the way she was able to work him up just as effectively as he had her. His blood pounded in his ears as he grew almost painfully hard, his cock leaking and standing at attention.

Elain continued to expertly stroke him, whilst the fingers of her other hand twined in his hair. Administering a sharp pull, the tug caused him to reluctantly tear his mouth away from her plush breasts.

He crooked a brow at her insistence, injecting a low timbre in his voice he knew drove Elain wild. “Yes?”

Her only answer was another soft whine as he pointedly rolled into her dripping folds again, her own hand still wrapped around his cock adding to the friction.

He gazed down at her, a smug grin blooming across his lips at the desperation he saw leaching from her. Her chocolate brown eyes smouldered and she all but trembled with want, his hips pinning her resolutely beneath him.

He watched the way her throat bobbed as she swallowed thickly, the way her nipples had turned a bright pink from his ministrations, how her kiss-swollen lips parted as her breath panted out before her. She gazed at him how a hungry beast may observe its prey, and he knew that same desire was reflected in his own eyes. Stooping down for one last peck to the little dip between her collarbones, he settled onto his forearms, pressing his chest flush against hers.

Sensing her small hands fumble to line up his cock at her needy entrance, Elain exhaled contentedly, eyes beautifully fluttering into the back of her skull as he began to sink slowly into her. 

So soft. She was always so fucking soft, and tight and warm for him. And wet. She was so fucking wet.

He shuddered above her, pausing halfway, allowing her to adjust to the intrusion before he continued. Biting her lip, she slung her arms over his shoulders once more and urged him onwards with a small tilt of her hips, imploring him to go deeper. Silently begging him for more.

Rolling his hips into hers, she cried out as he finally pushed all the way in, her slickened walls enveloping him deliciously as she trembled beneath him. She looked up at him with that burning desire they both felt so acutely written across her face, her teeth sensually sinking into her plush bottom lip. She all but begged him to move, her eyes expressing everything she needn’t voice.

Pressing a kiss to her jaw, her neck, behind her ear, he nuzzled his face into her silken hair as he started to move. 

Rocking in and out of her slowly, he lengthened his strokes, feeling her clench deliciously around him with each pass. Her arms came to wrap around his middle and her nails scraped down his shoulder blades, a sure sign that Elain was holding herself back from tumbling over that edge too soon. He knew she wanted him to come with her. Knew she loved it when they found their pleasure simultaneously in a puddle of heaving chests and garbled pleas. He’d let her have it, but he wasn’t going to make it easy for her.

Edging their way ever closer to their pleasure, he continued to plunge impossibly deeper into her, over and over, the feeling of her delicate muscles beginning to flutter around him. Their chests had grown slick with sweat causing them to slide against each other with each stroke, only adding to the debauched eroticism. Knowing she loved the stimulation to her nipples, loved his weight atop her, he pressed her more firmly into the mattress beneath them as he continued fucking into her. 

“God— Az!” 

It was a desperate, reverent plea, her fingernails scraping down the skin of his back leaving red marks in their wake.

Elain attempted to clasp her knees together, her taught thighs pressing into his sides as he continued to drive into her wet heat. Pulling his face from its resting place nuzzled against her neck, he lay his forehead against hers. 

Their hot breathes mingled in the space between them, gasps and moans falling from their lips as Azriel drove into her over and over, as deep as he could possibly go. Nudging that elusive knot of nerves he knew would have Elain seeing stars with every drive of his pelvis, a small cry bubbled from between her lips, her fingertips digging into his muscled back as he pounded into her. 

Feeling his own orgasm looming, he swiped his tongue into her mouth, catching the whimpers and cries she let loose like they sustained his very lifeblood.

Trying and failing to hold his composure, his movements grew sloppy and frantic as they both hurtled toward their climax, their bodies slamming together and edging ever closer to that summit. His head emptied of all other thoughts but Elain, Elain, Elain; and with one final, heavy thrust, she cried out, her face twisting into a pageant of pleasure. 

Her hands clutched frantically at his biceps as she came around his cock, her breath catching in her throat as her plump lips opened into a pretty O. The sounds of her orgasm reached their crescendo, and only moments passed before Azriel was following closely behind.

With a stuttered grunt and an echo of her name he spilled into her, her folds fluttering around his shaft, her tight inner muscles heightening his pleasure.

His mind short-circuited in his bliss, but he focused on the feel of her flushed breasts pressed beneath him, their mingled releases dribbling around him, her breath fanning across his sweaty face. Elain. He could never fucking get enough.

They remained tangled around one another and panting. Brown and hazel eyes screwed shut, but parted lips softly grazing the others’ as he sloppily rocked them through the final throes of their pleasure. 

Azriel’s arms gave way as he slumped heavily into Elain’s embrace, her tense muscles now softening and turning pliant once more. She glistened with sweat, the golden-brown hair at her temples curling against her glowing skin.

His mind had gone blank. Utterly quiet in the wake of his climax. All except for one thought that emerged from the heady fog: this. 

This. This. This.

This is how he wanted to spend all his days. With her. Irretrievably intertwined in each other. Warm, safe, peaceful. In their own little haven of quiet understanding and unbridled desire. The way she understood him, saw him, without the need of any unnecessary words. 

Yes, this was fucking it. He’d never be able to go back to life without her.

As the haze of passion cleared, he became conscious of his entire bulky frame completely smothering his tiny girlfriend beneath him. Fuck, he was probably crushing her lungs.

Pressing a chaste kiss to the hollow of her throat he attempted to pull their sweat-slicked bodies apart, but she only mumbled something that sounded like not yet and pulled him soundly back on top of her, wrapping her legs securely around his waist to hold him in place. 

Ok then, he wasn’t going to argue.

Instead, Azriel just smiled into her neck, gently brushing the hair away from her face as he murmured into her skin, “Love you, too.”

She only hugged him tighter.

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A special thanks to @tswaney17 for helping me pull this out of the trash💚

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[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fics That Start With C (4) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three

“can you keep it on, actually?” (ao3) - cloej88

Summary: Dan’s stressed. Phil wants to help.

The one where Dan gets off on a puppy-shaped handpuppet so it’s a little ridiculous but also isn’t at all.

cat bells (ao3) - N_Chu4Ever

Summary: The catboy photoshoot, except it all goes weirdly wrong because Phil accidentally bought Dan a magic cat costume off the internet. Oops.

cat calendar (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Dan and Phil take a break during their cat calendar photoshoot.

cat distribution system (ao3) - omgitshelena

Summary: "I want the cat distribution system to choose me!" - Phil, 2024

cat got your tongue? (ao3) - megiaolf

Summary: A near wholesome cat cafe au.

Catch You on the Flipside (ao3) - Amorist (dead_on_the_inside)

Summary: Dan is holding himself together by the seams after running away from a religious cult. He has to ask himself why he keeps going, but deep down, he knows the answer already. It's the same answer it was long before his parents packed up and moved him to a thinly-veiled conversion camp in America—Phil.

Or, my excuse to write self-indulgent angst, because sometimes we need that.

checking in (ao3) - pensieveity

Summary: phil is out of surgery and dan brings him his long ass list! also phil is out of it the whole time <3

Chosen Family (ao3) - Mysticallykai

Summary: After Dan comes out at fifteen, his parents don't pay him any mind. At sixteen, when he goes to his first pride, he meets Kath Lester. She becomes like a mother to him, and when his boyfriend hurts him, he goes to her for help. He wasn't aware that he would finally meet her youngest son, nor that Phil would be someone so special to him.

Christmas at the Lester's (ao3) - trashcanfromgallifrey

Summary: A quite fluffy fic that also goes into themes of finding safety in Phil’s family when they were closeted.

Christmas Catharsis (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Dan runs into his ex (bully) while buying milk.

City Lights (ao3) - Scuddleduck

Summary: Steamy hotel sex that turns into something sincere and emotional, because of course it does.

clouds parting (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: Phil’s never been good at thinking things over while in motion, not the way that Dan is. But the first pieces of the decision happen then, making his way down rain-soaked pavements, everything a steely, soggy gray.

(secret holiday, autumn ‘21)

Coffee by Chappell Roan (ao3) - danswideslit

Summary: someone on tumblr mentioned needing a dnp fic with the narrative from coffee and I felt inspired because I love that song a whole lot

Come along (ao3) - ottertrashpalace

Summary: In medieval England, a young knight rides north, sent to serve at the court of the quiet young Duke of Lancaster.

Come Clean (ao3) - castrotophic

Summary: Dan thinks Phil might be in love with him, but he's not quite sure how to figure it out.

Come Over (ao3) - Mysticallykai

Summary: Dan and Phil's relationship is beginning to bloom, but Dan is terrified to let Phil into his home so he keeps pushing him away. He however, slowly learns that Phil is someone who will make his house a home.

come runnin' to you in the violet hour (ao3) - jonsaremembers

Summary: Phil endures his six month sentence earthside.

Comfort in Chaos (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: Phil wakes to Dan having a nightmare that he struggles to rouse him from. It later transpires that there is a reason behind his unsettled and panicked behaviour.

Conversations With The Younger Self (ao3) - danrifics

Summary: Dan Howell (33) has a conversation with Dan Howell (21) about the future.

Continents Apartment (ao3) - floweretfairies

Summary: Dan’s stroking his cock, reaching for his phone. He needed his man, but they were continents apart.

cornetto and a hot chocolate (ao3) - blossomsphan

Summary: a cute little stolen moment shared on a tour break 💙

cowboy hat canoodling (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Usually they’re of a height, somewhat because Dan has that tendency to slouch. But today Dan is in boots and the cowboy hat, both making him taller than usual.

Craving Connection (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: Dan is struggling with his mental health as he prepares for the re-release of his book meaning he has become withdrawn leading to Phil being touch-starved.

[partywithponies]

Top Ten Pride Flags Ranked Purely On Aesthetics (spoiler: I like bright colours)

10. Disability pride flag: newer version

It reminds me of the BBC home video ident from the late 90s and early 00s. This one:

Makes me feel like we're about to sit down and watch The Three Doctors.

9. Rubber flag

It's funky and exciting in a very 90s kind of way!

8. Nonbinary flag

I truly do like it a lot, but I can't ignore the fact that it combines the colour schemes of both Grange Hill logos. Look at me, I'm GrangeHillgender. Embarrassing for me.

7. Sapphic/inclusive lesbian flag

Underrated banger. Reminds me of pick n mix.

6. Abrosexual flag

This flag only ranks sl high for me because the colour pallet reminds me of Minty from My Little Pony. That's all I'm willing to say about this and I think we should move on.

5. The leather flag

It's classic. It's classy. It has a heart on it. What more do you want.

4. Disability pride flag: older version

Listen. I understand why it was changed, I truly do, but I like this one more. I can't help it. It makes me think of the 80s. It's giving Pacman. It's giving Ribik's Cube. It's giving Wham music video. It's giving Ceefax.

3. Classic polyamory flag

If the classic polyamory flag has 1000 fans I'm one if them. If the classic polyamory flag has 10 fans I'm one of them. If the classic polyamory flag has 1 fan that's me. If the classic polyamory flag has 0 fans I'm dead. If the world is against the classic polyamory flag then I'm against the world.

2. Bi flag

There's a reason "bisexual lighting" is such a common stylistic choice in TV and film. There's a reason so many cartoon characters have bisexual colour schemes. It's because everyone with any sense knows this colour scheme fucks severely.

1. Rainbow flag

I just really really like rainbows you guys. If rainbows are an option I'm always picking rainbows.

[jesterwriting]

heyyy darling! A little birdie told me your requests were open, and I just binge readed all of your magnificent fanfics, could you do a oneshot with crocodile or mihawk (either one is fine, you can choose) with a sweet chubby husband(ftm) that always pamper him a lot? like, always bringing some tea for them, always giving massage after a hard day, and they just want to do the same to the reader, so they overstim them in the most delicious way possible in bed?

Just remember to take breaks and drink some water, writing is fun, but not when you are burned out, ok? xoxo

pairing: crocodile x ftm!reader

contents: reader has a tdick, its like three inches #endowed, oral (reader receiving), fingering, no use of pussy or cunt, sliiiight overstim, maybe a bit of a size kink

!! MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI !!

word count: .9k words

note: hi! okay so i chose crocodile because im more than a little obsessed with him. theres not a lot of overstimulation here, just a little hint of it towards the end, i hope thats alright. thank you so much for ur request i had sm fun writing it <33 you take care of yourself too, ya hear!

You took great pride in pampering your husband. He was a very busy man, always working, though he never neglected you. When he wasn’t showering you with gifts, he had you in his lap while he filled out paperwork, or, on the rare occasion, had you curled against his chest during a lazy morning. Crocodile took you out to fancy dinners, bought you the finest clothes, there was no expense that was too much, no time worth more than yours. It was only natural of you to return the favor.

Crocodile groaned so perfectly when your fingers dug into the knots in his upper back, slowly working through the kinks in his muscles. He hummed, appreciative, as you brought him a cup of his favorite tea between meetings. While most nights, the two of you went out to eat, if only because Crocodile enjoyed having you on his arm for everyone to see, your home cooked meals did not go unappreciated. Each bite was reverent, and you devoured his praise voraciously.

Even in the bedroom, you enjoyed focusing on your husband. You took him so well. Even as his huge cock threatened to nearly split you in two, you let him bottom out entirely inside of you. It took hours of prepping, his fingers scissoring you open, wringing orgasm after orgasm out of you until you were ready. Even when you were nothing but a boneless pile of mush, you insisted on taking all of him for as long as he wanted. There was never a night where the focus was solely on you. You were too good for him, Crocodile was certain of that. Not that he would ever let you go. Instead, he decided that he would pamper you. A night of pleasure, for you and you alone.

That was how you found yourself, naked and spread eagle on the bed. Before you married Crocodile, you always felt a little off about your body. It was too soft, too big, never perfect enough. Under Crocodile’s hungry gaze, you never felt so foolish.

“Tonight’s all about you, doll,” He hummed, running his hook from your chin, down your chest, and along your thigh. The cold metal left goosebumps in its wake. You squirmed slightly, the chill leaving you anticipatory.

He took his time getting ready, leaving you wondering what he had in store for you. As you watched him shrug off his coat and take off his rings one by one, you felt your dick twitch in interest. All it took was imagining his thick fingers filling you to get you hard. Crocodile’s eyes swept over you, amusement glinting in them as he watched you get excited over nothing. It was cute.

Like a predator, he stalked across the room toward you, barely giving you time to register when he grabbed you. You squealed when he hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, ass hanging in the air over the bed as he buried his face in your sex. He paid special attention to your cock, sucking on the engorged organ as you buried your fingers in his hair with a cry. Smirking against you, he slipped a finger between your folds to prod at your entrance.

“Please,” You said, barely able to process his tongue circling your dick, let alone focus on the digit threatening to slip inside you.

Crocodile’s hook was hard against your lower back as it held you aloft. He was always so careful with his prosthetic, having it long enough that it only cut someone if he wanted it to. And Crocodile never wanted to cut you, not unless you begged for it.

“Anything for you, pet.” With that, he slipped his middle finger inside you. Crocodile was a large man, especially in comparison to you, even a single finger felt like it was enough to fill you. Still, you wanted more. You thrust your hips upward, filling your husband's mouth with as much as your cock as you could. You only managed to grow three inches once you started testosterone, but you were prouder of those three inches more than anything in your life.

Crocodile worshiped your dick, pressing a chaste kiss to it before taking you fully in his mouth. You let out a wanton moan as his finger curled against that spot inside of you that made you see stars. A coiled knot grew in your gut, threatening to snap at any moment.

“F-Fuck, just like that.” You ground your sex against Crocodile’s face, the rhythm of your hips erratic as you chased your high. With the suction of his lips around your cock and a curl of his finger, your entire body tensed as you came around him. With your hand tangled in his hair, you jerked your pelvis forward, pushing yourself deeper inside of his mouth.

Crocodile smirked as your eyes fluttered shut and your chest heaved, trying to catch your breath. “I’m not done with you yet, doll.”

You barely had time to react before a second finger dipped inside you, his palm flat against your dick. A shockwave of pleasure coursed through your body as he stimulated the over sensitive bundle of nerves, slowly pistoning his fingers into your core.

“I won’t be done with you for a long time.”