#with them knowing that they've already kissed

[getosbicth]

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧.

𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨

part 1: sharing is caring; part 2: dinner (coming soon)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:

His other lover left a message for you, carved into the flesh of your beloved, love-bites on his neck and scratches on his chest and back...

"I want to meet him."

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,876

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ ONLY, NSFW! CONTENT, MINORS DNI, infidelity, unprotected sex, cucking (just a lil), polyamory, threesomes, weird pillow talk

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.

He smells of cherry liquor when he returns home. He'd give the excuse he's meeting with his allies for staying out so late, plotting the downfall of Jujutsu Society and those damned higher-ups who cast him out as a child. But you know he only drinks whiskey and red wine, yet the bitter-sweet taste on his lips gets you drunk and you have no choice but to ignore the infidelity happening behind your back.

He'd call out his name when he's asleep. He dreamt of him so many times you'd lost count but stayed awake every night to see if something had changed- if he'd call out your name instead. Sometimes you'd wake him up, tell him he was yelling in his sleep and that it scared you. Then he'd kiss your forehead and apologize, pull you closer and hug you like you were the one he wanted to be with.

You'd find notes in his coat pockets, saying where and when to meet, it was as if he wasn't even trying to hide it. You knew, though, that this man your lover was seeing was a secret that could never come to light. You were the one by his side, you were the one everyone knew about. You held onto that belief like it was your lifeline, like it mattered at all when you knew your position was only temporary. A distraction from the cruel reality that Suguru couldn't be with him.

It turned you bitter. How sweet it must've been to meet each other against all odds, to still want to be close to one another after everything they've been through. To meet under the veil of secrecy, so intimate and heart-wrenching. You didn't want to share, yet it felt horrible to think about stepping in between them, knowing full well he wouldn't choose you in the end.

So you stay silent and taste the bitter taste of cherry liquor on his lips, smell the faint scent of cinnamon and vanilla in his hair. Your heart aches with the thought of sharing your beloved, the man you so deeply adored. Then again, it fuels a fire within you, something you've never felt before, and every night turns into a chance to prove your love for him. 

You surrender your body and your soul and he takes you for all you're worth, kissing you and loving you more and more passionately each time your bodies find themselves tangled in the cold darkness of your shared bedroom. You get addicted to the thought of him with his other lover, fully aware that, truthfully, you are the other. It gets you going and you become someone you don't recognize, you coax him into bed whenever you feel him straying. You make him feel so good he calls out your name in desperation, satiated and still craving more, you give, you give and you take from him.

You become malicious in the way you love him, taking control and denying him satisfaction, making him beg for it.

Until one night he comes home late, drunk and disheveled. You see the bites on his neck, the scratches on his back when he takes his shirt off and you feel rage boil in your blood. His other lover left a message for you, carved into the flesh of your beloved and your eyes tear up. How could he disrespect you so blatantly? You feel helpless and betrayed by a person you've never seen before, the one who took a part of your beloved already and was trying to take more.

“I want to meet him.”

You can tell you've just turned his world upside down with only one sentence because he freezes and then let's his hair down to cover the marks on his neck.

“Who?”

You're already naked in bed, waiting for him, but you stand up and walk over to stop him from putting on his T-shirt. You yank it from him and throw it on the ground, “He can't do this. I don't want to see it, Suguru.” You say with a wobbly voice, dragging your finger across the scratches on his chest.

He takes your wrist to stop you from touching him. “I don't know what you're talking about.” His eyes have turned cold and the emptiness in his voice makes your stomach turn with unease. 

“Suguru, I didn't say anything. I've let you be with him because I know there is no other way. But I don't want to have to see how he touched you and-” You feel sick to your stomach. “I want to meet him.”

His gaze softens and he hums, contemplating how to proceed. “How long have you known?”

You huff in frustration, not believing he thought you were that stupid when the signs were so obvious. He wasn't even trying to hide it and he had the gall to ask you how long you've known. “Since forever. That's why I believe I deserve to meet the man my lover is trying to hide from me.”

He chuckles, placing his hand on your bare back and tracing his fingers down your spine. “How do you think you two should meet?” He says and pulls you into him, fueling that fire in the pit of your stomach with every graze of his cold fingers against your burning skin.

You feel yourself mellowing out, “Dinner?” You whisper as he leads you to your bed, making you crash onto it as he sneaks between your legs and starts kissing your thighs. “I don't know what would be appropriate.”

He drags his tongue along your inner thigh and you squirm, feeling frustrated about the conversation at hand but not wanting to make him stop what he's doing at the same time. If you're being honest, it excites you to know it's your turn, that he wouldn't simply leave you hanging after having his fill of this elusive man you were talking about.

“Would you want me to bring him here?”

Your heart skips a beat because you know exactly what he's insinuating. “I-” Your words get stuck in your throat when he starts licking and sucking on your most sensitive place, but you manage to keep talking. “I d-don't know. I- Ah, fuck.” You grab his hair and grind against his tongue, hearing him chuckle at your desperation. 

He's greedy in the way he consumes you and his greed appears as generosity. He's doing this for his own satisfaction, because it fuels his pride to know you need him so bad you'd consider letting his other lover in just to keep him for yourself too. You love the way he loves you, though, you love that you can call him yours as well and that he wouldn't leave you, no matter how perverse the reasoning behind all of that is.

“Would you want to meet him at dinner, and then you can decide if we come back here?” He hovers over you, on his knees and completely naked now, rubbing himself between your folds before plunging in with a low groan of satisfaction.

You watch his head fall back and inspect the red marks on his chest and the love bites on his neck; you feel yourself tighten around him. When you think about it, there's something sexually devious about knowing someone else is just as depraved as you, who would surrender to sharing this man just to get a piece of him. And you understand that person, because this is Suguru and you could never give him up.

“Yes.” You whisper, “I want to know more about him, though. What is he like?”

He looks down at you as he spreads your legs and buries himself deep inside, “Right now?” His cheeks are tinted red, as if he feels embarrassed to tell you about the man he believed he was cheating on you with.

“You don't think I'd like him?”

He hums, “He's very high maintenence.” He says as he rocks his hips slowly into you and you whimper at the intoxicating friction. “He's very pretty and he knows it.” He twitches inside of you when you groan in response, satisfied with the way this is turning out. “He likes women, too, so that won't be a problem. You can have your fun with him, too.”

You feel yourself blush and cover your face, “You wouldn't mind?”

He chuckles, bending down to kiss your breasts and neck, “Why would I mind? I would love to see that. Two of my favorite people together… I don't know what I'd do…”

You whimper and drop your hands from your eyes to see he's smiling at you, mischief dancing around in his eyes. “Tell me more.”

He nods and picks up his pace, whispering in your ear as you feel yourself slowly unraveling under him. “He's needy. He likes begging me for more, just like you.” Suguru kisses your neck, goosebumps all over your body as you listen to him whisper perverse things about his other lover into your ear. “He always tastes sweet because he loves sugar more than anything.” He fucks you even faster and harder and holds your legs down so you can't close them as you scream his name. “He's the strongest sorcerer of today, but such a little pretty princess when he needs me.” He chuckles, “Is that enough for you?”

You shake your head, “More. Tell me about-” You scream out when he hits a spot inside of you that hurts and feels incredible at the same time. You're falling apart, feeling so dirty and so depraved while you listen to your sweet Suguru tell you about how nasty he'd been behind your back. It makes you feel new types of pleasure, something so deviant and sinful that it makes your legs quiver as Suguru fucks you feverishly into the mattress. You're jealous, but your curiosity overcomes it and you need to know every detail about this man and what he's been up to with your Suguru.

“You want to know about how I fuck him, hm, baby?” He whispers and you feel him twitch inside of you as he thinks about it, “He likes it rough, wherever and whenever. He's not like you in that regard, I know you love being at home. He likes when I fuck him in my car. That's when he gets loud, I think it turns him on to be put into uncomfortable positions.”

You whine as you imagine it, a pretty boy being fucked mercilessly by your lover in the back of a black Mercedes, uncomfortable and yet drowning in pleasure. It turns you on to envision it because you're a voyeur at heart, you'd love to see all of Suguru when he's so riled up and adamant at making someone scream his name.

“Oh, f-u-uck-” you cry out, “Keep talking, I'm almost there, Sugu-”

He kisses your neck, breathing heavily, “Me too, baby.” He mutters, “I can show you how he likes it, if you want, it's easier than talking.”

You nod rapidly and he flips you over instantly, pushing your face into the pillow as he pulls your ass up and bends your spine into an uncomfortable position, penetrating you even deeper than before once he enters again.

You feel your eyes tear up from the pain, but pleasure prevails and he continues his deranged pace, the slapping of skin echoing in the silence of the dark room. “Yeah, just like this, oh my-” he groans and pulls you by your hair to your knees, “Or like this,” he says and bites your neck as his hand wraps around it and cuts off your airway until you're lightheaded. Your spine is still bent at an angle that makes your insides stretch and you feel how tight you are around him, even though his pace never let's up.

You're a whimpering, bumbling mess as you completely lose yourself to him, unable to talk or even think at all. 

“Oh, both of you feel so divine, I couldn't let go of one or the other.” He groans next to your ear, pushing you forward until you're pressed up to the wall, the cold contrasting the scalding hot skin of his torso against your back. “I'm close baby-”

You whine as you feel his thrusts subside in speed but not intensity, your legs shake and you cry out one final time before coming undone on his cock as he fills you up with himself and his cum, feeling fuller than you've ever felt before.

He doesn't stop after he's done, though, he likes to feel your insides flutter around him and loves overestimulating himself with your sweet pussy until it simply hurts to have you anymore. His movement is slow, it gives you butterflies at how tender he becomes. His hands are exploring your body, grabbing your breasts and thighs, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he takes in the sweet scent in your hair. He's reveling in the sensation of your tender body against his and shaking from the captivating pleasure.

“I want to meet him,” You whisper again and make him laugh.

“You can meet him, honey.” He kisses the back of your neck and sneaks his fingers between your legs to touch you, making you whimper in protest, tired and fucked out. But he loves torturing you, so he doesn't stop. “You'll see, you'll get along just fine…” He keeps kissing you and touching you and your legs are shaking again.

“Sugu-ru-” you choke out, clawing at the wall, “Too much-”

“I know, honey, just a bit more…” He whispers into your ear, “You know I love to see you like this, so pretty.”

You squeeze your eyes shut as his fingers move skillfully to make you come once again, keeping himself nestled deep within your guts. You feel full, and he tells you you're so good for letting him torture you to his hearts content. “So sweet,” his lips graze your neck and you shudder, “So warm, hmm… I could stay inside of you forever.”

You moan at the thought, and he starts moving again, slowly, making sure you feel every little detail of him sliding against your insides. It's sensual and his hands are like hot lava dripping down your body, melting you entirely. He shows you there's no need to be jealous, no need to feel bad about sharing when he's got so much to give and when he needs both of you equally. 

“Do you feel better now, sweetheart?” He kisses your cheek, hugging you tightly.

You nod in response and turn around to face him. “I feel better, my love.” You say and kiss him, tasting the sugar on his tongue from the one who'd had him before you. “You're right, he does taste sweet.” You mutter, gazing at his lips and wondering how much sweeter he'd taste if you kissed him directly. It's a passing thought and you feel the jealousy prod at your heart once again, but you blame Suguru for these kinds of thoughts. He's the one who could manipulate you into being just as perverse as him. The question was whether you minded or not.

“Oh, really?” He chuckles as you push him down on the bed and climb on top of him, pulling the sheets over your naked bodies and snuggling into his warm embrace.

You sigh, “Sugu… Did you tell him about me?”

He sighs as well, “I didn't think of the possibility that you might be okay with that.”

You frown and sit up on top of him, “So he doesn't know about me at all? You didn't bother hiding the fact that you're seeing him from me.”

He looks guilty for a second, “I think he knows. He would've let me know if it was an issue. Just like you didn't up until now. You know him and I can't be together for real, so…”

You roll your eyes, “But you are. You screw him wherever and whenever, right?” You cross your hands over your chest and he looks down at your breasts, suddenly distracted from the serious matter at hand. “My eyes are up here.” You say in a deadpan voice.

“Yeah,” he pulls your arm for you to lay down again, “But we aren't public. Nobody knows except you. And I'll say I'd like it to stay that way, even though I know you won't tell.”

You give him a peck on the lips and smile softly, “I'd never.” 

He smiles back, “So, dinner?”

You nod, “Dinner."

thank you for reading! part 2 coming soon!

[vidavalor]

<<I tend to think he just saw it all as more space for his books! 😂>>

Oh, babe, he definitely saw it as that, too. 😂 I'm in total agreement there! There are so many books in this shop that the weird, not-often-used rooms in S2 that we saw still just had them piled up everywhere. When I say they have a bedroom up there, I mean that there's a room of books which have been parted enough for there to also a bed.

There was, once, likely even a bookshelf running horizontally on the wall above the bed but Aziraphale got rid of that after the time they rocked the bed into the wall hard enough that Crowley got a mid-coitus concussion from a falling dictionary. Kidding. (Maybe? lol).

I also assume it's the location of Aziraphale's alluded to, ahem, private collections. It probably has a closet which has become home to a variety of random bits and bobs of Crowley's wardrobe going back decades, if the tie & shoes he gave Gabriel are any indication, and the things he doesn't keep at his flat. It's cozy, awash in books, and otherwise pretty normal. We can't see it yet, though, because they would like us to still be theorizing regarding its existence, as you wisely said.

<<It's probably been left so ambiguous because it wasn't important to the show at the time, and they figured it would give us something more to analyze/speculate on and write fanfic about!>>

Exactly. I'm dead serious. Like... we're going to see more of the bookshop but we are in what will be the last bit of the series and that was always the way it was going to go. Doesn't matter if it's a full season or a movie-- it's how they've been doing this since the start. What we see when is by design-- flashbacks, parts of the bookshop, all of it. It's partially an audience engagement tactic. It was in the book, too, but it's even more so in the tv series because that medium is especially great for a story like this.

I think that by telling the story out of chronological order and by being a little coy about what they show, the audience is engaging with its themes more as a result of also trying to solve the puzzle. It makes it more fun for the audience and it's also a more engaging way to tell the story for the people doing so because something we're seeing and when we're seeing it becomes significant to seeing the story.

Everyone can tell it's going to have a good ending to a point that they just basically told us what that ending is lol and they can because that's not at all what's driving interest in the story. No one is like what will the ending be?!; they're all what happened in 1941?! The juice of the story is in the flashbacks.

So, giving the audience that kiss in The Final 15 and leaving them knowing that Crowley & Aziraphale are going to be fine in the final season and what's in the flashbacks in The Finale? What's the twist to upend how we see what we're watching? It has to be that this isn't new because that would single-handedly rewrite all the flashbacks for some people.

What's going to make us see the scenes we've already seen differently once we get to the end of The Finale? If The Vavoom was their first kiss and was back in ancient times, is what.

I really, really think that they're about to drop a single scene that is going to make basically every single fanfic in this fandom need an AU-canon divergence tag and it's going to be amazing. Showing in 2.06 literally the worst kiss they'll have had and will ever have and writing the scene in such a way that half the audience is going to think this is new... but all after planting the seeds earlier in the season via The Vavoom for the twist in S3 when it's shown that it's very much not new? Perfect. 😉

It's not just the kiss-- the whole elevator cliffhanger to me was perfect. Because here we are, ages after the season aired, still chatting about wtf is actually going on in this show lol. There is no actual consensus about what we've been watching and that actually results in us all exploring it more deeply while we attempt to figure it out. It's a thousand times more fun.

Speaking of the bookshop, theories on what could be upstairs?

ooooo the BIG QUESTION.

so we can see a bit of the second floor in all these pics:

basically all we know for sure is there are A LOT MORE BOOKS, both stacked around the railing and on the circle of shelves. neil has decided not to comment on what else might be there (YET 👀) but he’s confirmed that much.

apart from that, we can see from the outside that there are six windows on the second floor:

i’m going to assume they’re part of the shop because they’re Very On Fire when the rest of the shop is on fire. SO. taking all that into account, you end up with something like this:

where the thin grey circle is the railing and the brown one is the bookshelves (as you can see in the first pic, it doesn’t circle all the way around!)

the rest is a complete mystery. i mean i’m sure the actual set was empty because they didn’t need to fill it, but in theory there’s room for some interesting stuff! with the first floor for scale i can imagine a whole flat built around that circle of shelves — a bed aziraphale never sleeps in, comfy chairs, every other angel knick-knack he’s encountered in his life. in my personal headcanon it’s all books and hoarded items covered in dust, which he leaves for authenticity.

thank you for asking!! i’d love to hear other people’s thoughts if they want to share :)

[diminuel]

I hope the rebound relationship between Doffy and Croco has all the core components of an over-the-top relationship drama.

A one night stand turned into a string of hookups, Croco initially refusing kisses only to become desperate for them after a few weeks. Maybe they get drunk one night and Doffy confesses a desire to be a dad as well as his fear of the kid(s) looking too much like his mom or brother. Later, Croco takes a pregnancy test, and it's positive. While Croco's trying to figure out what to do next, Doffy's planning far into the future, discretely measuring fingers, setting up a flashy proposal and preparing a lengthy speech that momentarily sways Crocodile into saying ‘yes’ only for him to leave Doffy at the alter after *gasp* Dragon calls to reconcile.

Just the epitome of ~drama~

*gigglesnort* I mean that would be funny and leave poor Doflamingo very bitter!

Though I don't think that's what happened. Simply because I tend to enjoy, despite all my silliness, a more subdued, potentially angsty approach to things ;3

While I've had it in my mind that Mini-Mingo is 15, it would probably make more sense if she's 13 post time skip (though potentially older by the time Doflamingo is recruited into Cross Guild), so the breakup and the rebound relationship would take place in tense situations for both Crocodile and Doflamingo.

This wouldn't be the moment to establish enough trust for a romance with hopes for the future. Doflamingo, at that point, might already suspect that his brother is working against him, so if he crossed paths with a warlord of all people, he's going to find that suspicious maybe even if they've previously interacted (possible, Crocodile has to source weapons for the RA from somewhere)

So it'd probably be a "letting off steam" kind of relationship. I can imagine that Doflamingo's always been making advances, maybe even more as a power play than out of genuine interest (not that Croc isn't hot). And usually Crocodile doesn't react to the flirting but if he's maybe a bit drunk and heart-broken he might have a lapse of judgement. (Also, now Doflamingo knows more about him than he wanted him to know. No way was Doflamingo drunk enough to miss that Crocodile doesn't come with the same equipment Doffy does *lol*)

And once that has happened... well, anything can happen. (Maybe this was also Doffy's first time so he's a bit starstruck.)

But yes, I think ultimately Croc does love Dragon, he's got his kids at home, Doflamingo's a bit deranged (especially if he ends up killing his brother), so maybe that's not really the guy to consider as your kids' future (step) dad *lol*

(And then the guy become a warlord himself some years later and now Crocodile has to deal with him again...!!)

[caramellcandy]

More eurypoli incorrect quotes cause this is so fun to do

-Polites: So you like cats?

Eurylochus: Yeah

Polites: *tries to impress him by slowly pushing a glass off the table*

-Eurylochus: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Polites: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

Eurylochus: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Polites: Is it working?

-Polites: talk dirty to me, baby~

Eurylochus: The dishes.

Polites: Wh-

Eurylochus: They've been there for 4 days and it's your turn to wash them. You still haven't cleaned them and I have asked you to do so several times.

-Eurylochus: Valentine's day is just a consumrrist holiday thatholds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-

Polites: I wrote you a poem.

Eurylochus, already crying: You did?

-Eurylochus: Is something burning?

Polites, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.

Eurylochus: Polites, the toaster is literally on fire.

-Eurylochus: Stop doing that.

Polites: Stop doing what?

Eurylochus: Saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you.

-Polites: I don't know how to tell you this, but... I love you.

Eurylochus: That's great, Polites. Especially considering the fact we've been married for 6 fucking years.

[rainytomorrows]

Deadpool / Wolverine x reader | Domestic headcanons (2!!)

WOW I just got off work a bit ago (nearly midnight- employment is a curse) and I see the first was well regarded and a part two was heavily requested. I will indulge! I will also try to make this part longer as to not disappoint. One can only hope. Enjoy! I LOVE yearning and I hold romance near and dear to my heart. If I was not made to hold, then what are my hands for? CW/TW: mental illness mentions. In the name of comfort. Words: 1,320

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Wade > DUMB contact names. Unapologetically abhorrent. I'm so 100% sure Logan's contact was 'wolvie-bear' with like 17 emojis at one point > Don't help him tie any ties if you need to be somewhere. Let Logan do it. He's such a perv you can't do anything without him all over you > Not romanticizing perverts I just truly think he loves you so much and he goes actually crazy over ANYTHING > As in legitimate wattpad smut fic writer level crazy. Once you came home from work covered in actual mud because of some jackass driver who'd sped past you (like in the cartoons where there's also a puddle and it splashes you). Wade had you on the nearest table so quickly he broke it. Logan would have lectured him if he could get a word in. > I think people forget Wade is both gay and mentally ill. Like everyone knows sure but I'm not sure it's something everyone really processes at all. I really like the idea that he's great as a partner if you have some intense mental issues > Maybe not great- he's not well tuned into emotions all the time. But, he knows pretty well how it all feels. Even if it was played as some funny bit- he did kind of try to commit like multiple times. I think if you have a habit of embarrassing breakdowns that make you insecure about the idea of having a partner see it, he'd be the perfect guy. This is the mental illness master. > Like, he cannot be serious ever. But, you're on the floor from the worst depressive/dissociative episode ever? He knows, no it's not embarrassing. Yes you can lay in his lap. He knows where to draw the line- on occasion. It won't get mentioned again later. > (Assuming you are like me- hehehehe giggles I want some personal attention) You had a REALLY bad episode once. Like- babbling on the floor level. You really tried to hide it buttttt they're two superpowered dudes that won't ever work. Wade stayed by your side for two days straight (god bless, it was your days off you didn't miss anything). Logan helped out with food and such. You claimed to be ready to go to work the next day, but Wade was NOT having it. He called your work while you were in the bathroom and faked extreme illness. "Y/N can't come to the phone, they've lost their voice. Yes I know. Yes it's terrible." > "I need the money!" He's speaking with Weasel already. Nothing an extra gig can't fix,,, > Will commit to ANY bit with AND for you. Don't even mention something to him that you aren't 100% willing to do. > You once told him you thought it'd be funny if one of you said "your mommy pick that out for you?" in that annoying nerd voice to someone in uniform. Obviously- you meant like a subway or a McDonalds uniform. He said it to an army officer. > Wade makes me think of Radiohead a lot. Cannot lie. He's kissed you and Logan to "all I need" by them once. It was playing on your Spotify he couldn't help himself. Who can ever truly blame him for breaking the fourth wall with such poetic coincidence? Logan didn't want any part but Wade didn't want him to be excluded, so a portion of the song was to kiss you and a good half was spent chasing Logan down to kiss him too > I am so connected to music I apologize. I think the three of you would be like the song 'world/insured' by Alex G. Can't decide yet if the actual song meaning applies here too but the vibe......... suspiciously throuple action in a suspiciously this in specific way > Wears whatever the hell you want him to. Will buy it himself if you mention it. I'm so dead serious > You made a joke about a sexy nurse outfit. He did not take it as a joke. Guess what he was wearing when you had to stay home sick. (Picture it) > He's still insecure sometimes please tell him he's handsome

Logan > I'm torn between Logan's contacts being short and sweet or legit just your names. Or the happy medium- normally it's just something like 'hun' or 'love', but when he's mad at one of you it's your name. Wade broke Logan's mug once and his contact name was just 'Wilson.' for a month. One would see this as plain petty but it truly works on Wade > Ohhhhh he writes poetry and will shoot himself whether or not it works if one of you finds it > Both because he has edgy pieces that would paint him in such a similar light to emos on Tumblr in 2015, and also because he's written some nice ass poetry about how much he loves you guys. Don't let him know if you find it he'll lock himself in a room without food or water for a week > Way worse with emotions. Almost inclined to say don't ask him. But he cares, he's a girl dad y'know. He'll probably be bad at it, holding you awkwardly (like a mannequin who's just gotten a fleshy body and isn't entirely sure how to move it's arms) > He isn't talking. He has no idea what to say. If Wade isn't there to help out, he wishes he was. > Speaking of, I can't lie this head canon hurts me a little as someone who never wants kids ever. He definitely wants a daughter. He for SURE wants a little girl whether or not he knows that. > I personally think he's trans. So in the case he is and you are too, he helps a lot with that. Wade is a cis man, he can research but he has no real clue. Logan can't get top surgery because of his healing factor, but because of his healing factor he can bind however long he wants to > Likes to stare and observe a lot. He knows your face in a dark room, and he knows the sound of your breath in a crowded room. He KNOWS you. > Almost creepy sometimes. You woke up once and he was dead staring into your soul. It was two in the morning. You maybe by accident punched him in the nose in fear. > Even if he really doesn't, he trusts you two. That's not something he finds in a lot of people. Every time he 'begrudgingly' agrees to try something you want him to check out- remember that he agreed one way or another. If he doesn't want to do something, he won't. > Won't go to pride. Not sure why. I just can't see it. Why go to pride if we got RuPaul at home? "I know I'm gay. And Wade makes sure everyone else does too." > Always returns shopping carts > I think he doesn't half ass shit, sometimes he can choose when he thinks something doesn't require or call for full effort, but he doesn't half ass > Ohhhh angst he is like a caged animal and he is secretly so scared > Affection does not come easy to him. Loving someone is scary. Who was around to tell him how to? > Sometimes you wanna kiss him but he's like a wounded animal. Someone help him I beg. He has his big bad wolf act but you both see it. He has no idea how to react to love and affection. It takes time, you'll get there. > He needs to be sick, honestly. He doesn't but that's how he acts. He's not a 'fix-it-project', that's a cruel way to see someone. But GOD he needs help. Show him how to have a healthy relationship with others and himself. > Chooses the two of you over everything. He won't make that mistake twice. EVEN IF HE WON'T SHOW ITTTT > Wears one of those eye masks to bed btw hehehe ♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡

Sorry if this was short! I have to be up early again for work tomorrow and I need to sleep ASAP. Loved making this again! I could honestly maybe even make a third. It's possible chat. Love you guys! Your support keeps me going for sure. Still crawling out of that hole- fanfic may be the solution. MUCHHH love! Have a good day/night, and a great life!

[rviner]

The playfulness between them catches Ines off guard, but not in a way that makes her back away. It's almost too easy, the way Jakob nudges her foot, the mischievous spark in his eyes when he grins at her. She can't hold back a chuckle. "I do want you to, yeah." she says, her smile stretching wide before slipping away as his gaze shifts, lingering in a way that feels more deliberate. Jakob's eyes roam over her, scanning her from head to toe, and a flicker of vulnerability rises in her chest, a slight urge to pull back. But the thrill, the sheer excitement, is quick to replace any other thought.  

Her pulse picks up, her breath tight. What is it about him that pulls this out of her? This immediate, visceral reaction, like her mind is trying to catch up to her body, which already knows what it wants. There's a flash of doubt, a thought that she should feel a touch of shame for getting this caught up so fast, but there's no shame to be found. Just the sense that they're here, alone, and Ines knows exactly what she wants. Especially when Jakob's voice drops, low, a sound she feels more than hears as his fingers flex against her neck. A slight sigh escapes her, and she can't help the way a small grin flickers over her lips.

"I'm sure I'm gonna like how you make it up to me." Ines murmurs, her voice breathy but confident as she leans toward him, something that feels instinctual now. Her eyes flick to his lips, a heartbeat before his mouth is on hers, hot, insistent, claiming her, and holy fuck, he's a good kisser. Ines's hands find their way to his arms, fingers trailing along the hard muscle with a hum in her throat, tracing the line up to his shoulders as her mouth opens to his, inviting him deeper. Her thoughts blur from the rush of his touch as he lowers her back against the mat. The excitement swells, quick and consuming, and she tightens her hold on his shoulders, pulling him close, an unspoken demand to keep him there, close against her.

Ines only breaks the kiss once, just long enough to catch her breath and study his face, a soft, breathy laugh slipping from her lips. It's exhilarating and strange, how easily she's been swept into this, her thoughts scattering and quickly. Her mouth parts, ready to speak but Ines blinks. The only thing that leaves her is a small, almost inaudible "Fuck." before her mouth is on his again, fiercer, as if they've both stumbled into something that's spiraling fast. Her hands shift, one slipping up to his face, fingers brushing over his sharp jaw, feeling the rough line of it beneath her touch. The excitement merges with urgency and Ines meets it there, tasting his tongue, matching the sudden spark of lust she can't seem to control.

Jakob grins and raises his brow when she moves his hand. "I find that hard to believe, see?" he knocks his foot against her raised one, amusement tugging at his lips and present in his eyes. A brightness that isn't always there lingers, focused on Ines and the way the lantern above illuminates her face in the otherwise dark tent. He's certain her eyes must have gold flecks, or maybe he's just seeing stars looking at them so intently. "If you want." He speaks lowly, testing the waters as the atmosphere shifts. Jakob lets her lead them there, something igniting in him, mirroring the tilt of her head, green gaze focused on hers.

"Well, you're a natural. Guess cats land on their feet. Even if they don't stay there for long." He grins and casts a careful eye over her, inspecting her from head to toe for any injury. Even when he can safely say she's unharmed, he lingers. Especially when her tone shifts.

He doesn't look away, eyes darkening and going to her mouth when she points before trailing his hands down to her neck. His gaze flicks from her neck to her lips and back to her eyes, reading the intention there. Too obvious to be mistaken for anything else. He feels his heart stutter and beat again, faster this time, and he keeps his hand on her neck, flexing his fingers carefully. Not so hard to hurt, but enough that she'll feel his digits pressed against her throat.

"You should know something about me, Ines." His voice comes thick with want than he intends, an obvious desire in it as he caresses the skin of her neck, shifting forward ever so slightly. "I don't like owing anyone anything." Jakob closes the distance between them, pressing his lips to hers. His hand slips from her neck to her jaw, fingers splayed against her soft skin as his other winds around her frame, lowering her back into the mat so he's hovering over her.

[dribs-and-drabbles]

Sorry to do this to y'all but I can't stop thinking about that kiss and how I've been burned by thai bl before so...

[lightningbig]

thinking about that fake dating post w pissa. phil makes an offhand joke about how they should fake an engagement, "get some free food and gifts, throw a big party, wouldn't that be fun?" and it's a JOKE, REALLY, IT IS, but missa jumps on it and refuses to let it go. as soon as the words are out of phils mouth missa is pressed right up against his side, "oh, mi amor, I'll get you a ring if you want one, you only had to ask" and phil is immediately red faced and spluttering, trying to take it back.

missa and chayanne planning the dining menu for their engagement party. keep asking phil his thoughts, what he'd want, and everytime he just says "mate we really don't have to do this" and missa ignores him, "oooh yes I agree, chocolate cake sounds good for dessert, write that down." lullah bullies him into helping her with flower arrangements and the whole time phil keeps trying to argue out of it but lullah is Not playing around she will not let him get out of this. you will NOT take this opportunity from her, u made ur bed philza minecraft and now u have to lie in it.

just every member of his family seeing through his bullshit and bullying him about it. every one of the islanders congratulating them whenever they see them. phils face is permanently red, blushing and flustered damn near constantly. missa is having the time of his life and being an absolute menace about it.

[avp23]

AFTG characters as things in LOTR

no-context-spoilers!!!

dear niche audience: welcome.

Neil Josten: this blue steel

Andrew Minyard: hobbit blade!

Nicky Hemmick: "so I think Sam and Frodo should've kissed and my feeling about that is...how do you know they didnt? you know what I mean? it's a long trek to mordor ;D"

Kevin Day: this energy

Aaron Minyard: need I say more?

Renee Walker: eowyn without the pining over men

Matt Boyd: this straightforward attitude

Dan Wilds: arwen's competence

Allison Reynolds: Legolas' braid

Seth Gordon: having sean bean play him

David Wymack:

Betsy Dobson: Shadowfax

Abby Winfield: athelas

heheeeee

[niuxita21]

The way the entire "Previously on The Mallorca Files..." segment is literally just... Max and Miranda's entire personal relationship progression, from reluctant work partners/compañeros to Max having to correct people that Miranda is not his girlfriend to almost kissing while dancing the paso doble to Carmen rejecting Max's proposal like plot? What plot? You mean this show is supposed to be about solving crimes?? I am LIVING!!!

[incendiorum]

I think one of the best ways to explain why io starts fumbling when it comes to romantic attraction is that they're lonely. and not a mild kind of loneliness, it's the kind that twists up inside of them with its desperation to be relieved. like ribs out of place. like a back ache that won't go away no matter how you sit or lay or stretch. and it's not an easy pain for someone like io to relieve. not just anyone is going to cut it, and not just anyone has the wherewithal to put up with io. io doesn't want to lose a friend or connection by introducing romance when its not wanted, no matter how attracted they may be. because if they do? they're back at square one. fighting their own heavy, dark loneliness once again. so instead they sit on their hands and they yearn and they wonder and they debate signs of reciprocation in the oh yes they definitely feel the same or no, no I'm imagining things kind of way. sexual attraction is an entirely different ballgame for io. that's easy. it's simple. romance introduces such a slew of potential problems. and beyond that io just doesn't feel romantic attraction all that often to begin with. romance confuses and flusters them more than anything else ever will. it frightens them, too. they don't want to mess up and lose the person they've bonded with.

[diluc33rpm]

the romance/relationship system in bg3 is genuinely some of the worst designed shit i've ever seen in any game with that feature but at least the memes we get out of it are funny. once saw someone comment something along the lines of 'patch note: waving at gale will no longer cause him to buy a house for the two of you to retire in' and i've never recovered since

[timechange]

@nightsounds asks: 💿

SHUFFLE STARTER CALL. always accepting!

The teenager's brow creases, frowning, as he takes in the man's appearance, eyes flashing with worry and unease.

"...You don't look the same," he admits, feeling the familiar pain blossoming behind his forehead and he blinks, squeezing his eyes shut before opening them again, trying to get a good look at him. "I-I mean, the way you did before." Is he (mis)remembering something again, or is something actually wrong here? For real this time?

"It's like," Marty tries to clarify, "like the rest 'a you is out of place." Great, he sounds like a total nutjob, that's just what they both need right now. "You looked alright before," he murmurs, shoving his hands in his pockets.

[myshredda]

GIRL THE NEW CHAPTER HAD ME SCREAMING AND SOBBING OMG 😭 I GENUINELY CRIED WHEN RED SAT YELLOW ON HIS LAP THEY'RE SO CUTE

AND ALSO ALL THE FLUFFYBIRD MOMENTS!! THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE TO THIS FANDOM

AAAAAA HI!!!!!! I'M GLAD YOU LIKED IT!!!!!!!!!!

So many people have messaged me that this chapter made them cry and I'm just reading them all like >:3c because A: I'm happy my work can garner that kind of emotional response and B: I'm not the only one crying over a fic for once!!!!!!

And yeah, I'm having the time of my absolute life doing the whole "pining/slowburn/yearning vibes with miscommunications and convenient interruptions" thing with my favorite two idiots. Like I'm really putting in the work for two character that I still don't actually know how to make kiss....

[nereidprinc3ss]

fixation

in which you love spencer reid's hands so much you could... well, you could practically eat them. or at least let him put his fingers in your mouth.

18+ (fluff, suggestive) warnings/tags: finger sucking...lol....., established relationship, ummmm d/s adjacent dynamics, like softdom spencer but there's no sex, pet names, teasing a/n: this was inspired by @gublersg1rl who said 2 nights ago she would suck spencer's fingers as he was reading a book. my beautiful angel with so many great ideas in her beautiful head. anyway this will not be my magnum opus in terms of quality but its just a fun short little thing I hope u like :D

Spencer is reading. 

He got home forty five minutes ago, and he’d hugged you and he’d kissed you—and they were good hugs and kisses, but as you sit curled on the opposite end of the couch from him, watching him read, it doesn’t feel like enough. Three days isn’t the longest he’s been gone, but you missed him like he was gone longer. And now, he’s not truly ignoring you—but he’s not giving you enough attention. It’s unintentional, but it’s making you feel all kinds of needy and overly-affectionate anyway. 

Especially when he’s so gorgeous. Ankle crossed over knee, lithe fingers skimming over the page to keep track of his place. Those hands are truly distracting. It’s unlike you to be struck by such wildly inappropriate thoughts so out of context, but here you are, having been without him for days, practically feverish on the couch as you imagine all the things they could do. All the things they have done. The way they've traced down your bare spine, up your side, so lovingly in the middle of the night... how they've touched you elsewhere...

And... that's enough.

Despite the whole committed relationship thing, you still feel a bit scandalized picturing him like that. And you know from experience these thoughts will only get worse if you stay over here, staring at him, wanting him, so you crawl across the couch and under his arm, settling your head in his lap and looking up at him expectantly. He chuckles—a quiet, dry thing, that says he’s only partially surprised by your behavior. 

“Well hello,” Spencer says, taking one hand off the book to settle on your leg. 

“Hi.”

For a moment he just studies you, affection seeping into his eyes along with the humor already there. “Can I help you?”

“Mhm.”

His brow darts up. 

“With what, baby?”

Baby. Your whole body tingles. He only calls you that when he’s feeling especially soft toward you and your whims. In turn you soften, and you both become rather mushy. 

Unfortunately your brain is not excluded from melting, and you look up at him helplessly. 

“Um…”

Spencer’s hand falls from your knee, taking an unnecessary but appreciated route down your thigh and up your stomach before settling on your cheek. He brushes away a few baby hairs before two knuckles begin drawing soft lines from the corner of your mouth up toward your ear and back again, and your stomach becomes a hail of butterflies. He’s got this soft smile on his face and you love him so much and he’s so sweet and perfect, you could just—

You’re not thinking very clearly when you tilt your head, angling your chin up until you catch his fingers against your lips. His eyes remain on yours as he traces the shape of your mouth with those same two knuckles—until you’re slowly parting, obstructing his path and offering a very different kind of invitation. Spencer’s eyes narrow fractionally and you watch the way his focus changes, the way he only tests the waters at first, letting the tips of his fingers trace the length of your bottom lip, before barely tugging down just enough to feel the soft warmth of the border of it. They skate over the ridge of your teeth and find the tip of your tongue, at which point you can’t help from closing your lips around his fingers, eyes fluttering contentedly as you draw them deeper into your mouth. His brows draw together, and those pretty pink lips part soundlessly like you’re the eighth wonder of the world in a way that has your thighs clenching. You hear the book shut and fall carelessly to the side table. He doesn’t even bother saving his place—too busy bringing that newly freed hand to your hair and combing gently against your scalp. 

It’s strangely calming to have him like this—he’s undeniably with you, undeniably close, against your lips and tongue. All your worries about his distance dissolve and you feel incredibly comforted. With his other hand, his thumb begins stroking a line from the bridge of your nose up your forehead, and you could pass out. 

“Comfy?” He asks after a long moment, slowly withdrawing his fingers from the heat of your mouth. You pout. 

“I was.”

Spencer hums, eyes soft on you. “I don’t think I should be nurturing your oral fixation, angel.”

“You didn’t like it?” You challenge, turning your head inward to nose at his stomach. He  cups your cheek with damp fingers and pointedly turns your head outward again. If he wasn’t so blushy and flustered and cute you might’ve cared more about the feeling of your own spit on your skin. 

“Don’t make it about me.”

You allow a minute to pass in silence. 

Fine.

“I liked it,” you say shyly. 

Spencer’s response is deeply fond as he smiles down at you. “Did you?”

Like he couldn’t tell. 

“Mhm. You should let me do it all the time.”

His smile flickers wider the way it does when he’s about to tease you. 

“I don’t know if you deserve it. I don’t know if you can be good all the time.”

You make a face. “Shut up.”

“Is that what we say when we want something?” Before he can pull his hand away, you nip at his fingers. He laughs. “You’re off to a terrible start. I think you need to work on your manners. Not bite the hand that… goes in your mouth.”

“Is that the saying?”

“I’m pretty sure,” he nods sarcastically, helping you up until you’re sitting across his lap. He lovingly tucks hair behind your ear, eyes warm as they flit across your face up close. “You know, that was incredibly unhygienic. So much bacteria it boggles the mind.”

“Yeah? That kinda turns me on.”

Spencer leans in to kiss you sweetly, choosing your mouth over his worry about bacterial transmission. “You are so psychologically concerning,” he whispers against your lips. You sling your arms around his neck. 

“Because of the bacteria thing or the oral fixation thing?”

His hands settle on your hips. “Both, lovely. For so many reasons.”

It’s only another tease, but you pull back anyway so he can see the full force of your pout. “Don’t say that. It’s mean.”

“I was kidding! It was a joke. I was joking.”

“It was mean.”

“Okay,” Spencer begins, patient and happy to untangle this ridiculous snag if that’s what it takes to make you content again, “Freud’s psychosexual stages of development are contentious at best. I’m not worried about your oral fixation because I don’t really believe in such a thing. I was just teasing you, but I’m sorry I hurt your feelings.”

“So you’ll let me do it again?”

Spencer pulls you back into another kiss. 

“You’re kind of insatiable, you know that?” 

When you don’t answer, only wait for him to respond, he sighs goodnaturedly. 

“You know you can have any part of me whenever you want it.”

You give him a winning smile and kiss his cheek in reward. 

“You’re so nice, Spence.”

“I thought I was mean.” 

“Now you’re nice.”

“Because you got what you wanted?” You nod enthusiastically. He seems not quite as thrilled, though perhaps distantly amused by his own helplessness when it comes to you. “Yeah, I feel like that happens a lot, doesn’t it?”

But it clearly doesn’t bother him that much. He’s still smiling when you kiss him again. 

[canihaveacalmtime]

Imagine yourself as the neglected youngest prince/princess of a powerful empire, after being deemed for harming the king's favorite child, you were sent to the underground dungeon to have you learn your lesson but that lesson which suppose to only long for 2 weeks turned into 2 years of torture for you.

So when the truth was revealed that it was a duke's family that was behind the attack of the king's favorite child, they remembered about you and realized that it's been two years since they last seen you, it just hits them hard the moment they knew that you were still in the dungeons.

When they arrived at your cell, they were devastated to see how brutally beaten up you are and you look like you haven't had any food for weeks, even months. Quickly, the king order that you be treated immediately and called the royal doctor.

As you lay limp on the bed in your new bedroom, the doctor said that your condition now is even worse than any othet patient the doctor has ever treated, worse than the knights who came back from war even and you are 10, only 10 years old. Your family can only pray for your recovery now while drowning themselves in guilt and regret.

One early morning, when your sister, the king's favorite child yeah, came to check on you and she almost cried when she saw you sitting on the bed, looking outside the window. You're awake and moving, so she immediately go and tell the others.

After that was the beginning days of all the family members to try and attempt to get your attention and fight each other over for who will be the one to pamper and take care of you. You on the other hand just doesn't budge from what they've been doing, it's like you are just a living body without a living soul.

Everyday, you have to hear them apologize to you, tell you sweet things and comfort you, try their best to lessen the wounds on your body and you're becoming sick of those things. You only want to know why they are wasting their time on you while they can just left you back in the maid headquarters where your old room is then left to rot in there, won't it be better?

So as a protest, you did the unthinkable, you tried to unalive yourself by jumping off of the balcony and let's just say they were not happy about that one bit.

At first, you just did it once so they make sure the maids will always have their eyes on you to prevent you from doing such things again until your second attempt comes with you tried to stab yourself with a piece of glass then another, then another and another. They were getting really tired of what you were doing and finally settled down to an agreement.

Make sure to don't be too panic when you wake up the next day to see your hands cuffed and the chain on your leg connect to the bed frame. Even when you tried to refuse to eat, they will just force feed you without making you hurt. Eventually, you snapped and broke down one day just screaming and crying at them, saying that why don't they just kill you already, you are so tired of everything and the pain never fade.

Your mother holds and kiss your face, making you not notice the syringe has been plugged into your neck as you slowly losing consciousness, the only thing you hear before blacking out was-

"You shall never leave our side, sweetheart. Even if the lengths we are going to keep you here is overdose, we just have no option left if you don't cooperate. Sleep tight, we love you."