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just friends; eren jaegar x reader

summary: you and eren are best pals and have both recently be dumped. so, a plan to get over your exes is needed! what’s better than going out on the town trying to find quick fucks >:) also eren is a smug bastard but kinda has a heart of gold??

content: smut / nsfw 18+. minors dni. (choking, unprotected sex, creampie drinking, drunk sex, possessiveness ig? dirty talk, both of them want to be dominant tbh. slight size kink, oral both m and f receiving. female bodied reader) 

i am new to this pls let me know if i should add anything!!

word count: 5.8k words of unedited content 

a/n: uh so i never thought i’d be back on my tumblr bullshit at 23 but hey after years without the app i’m back. i needed to get out the h-word and this is what happened. enjoy and i’m sorry if it’s terrible lmao

“You look different” 

Frowning at the man waiting ever so patiently for you on the sofa, you look a little defeated. “Is that meant to be a compliment, Eren?”. He sighed, raising his eyebrows at you. To be fair, maybe you did. Wearing a figure hugging black dress, that definitely just hid your ass cheeks, hair styled and sprayed in place, dark lipstick and makeup on your face. Usually Eren would have seen you in sweats, always running a little late for class, snack in hand. 

“Different isn’t bad,” he offered, checking the watch that lay on his wrist, “are we ever going to get to the bar? Your plan will fall through if you’re not careful.”

Ah, the plan. Both you and Eren were newly single. In your final year at university, having managed to keep each relationship going until almost the end. Ironic. Weren’t most meant to fail in the first year? But alas, your partners had decided it was the end within a couple of weeks each other, and as you and Eren had been close since you met on orientation day, you each took to the other for comfort. You had done the crying first, going to him the minute your call with the ex had ended. Leaving wet splotches on his shirt, he had calmed you, only for you to do the same to him later. Now the crying was done, it was time to move on, and what better advice to follow than getting under someone to get over another?

“I just need to look hot enough for a guy to fuck me.”

“What a romantic you are.”

“Shut up Er-”

Eren shifted from the couch, interrupting your usual sass, “and what about me, y/n? Do I look beautiful?”. He threw in a wink with his comment, his aura of cockiness always radiating. You rolled your eyes, before studying his figure. His dark hair half pulled back into a bun, the rest draping his neck and onto a deep emerald green silk shirt, with the top few buttons loose, tucked into dark pants. A ring on each hand, fingers with chipping black nail polish, and to top it off, a thin chain on his neck. You hated to admit it and add to his smug demeanour but... the man did look good. 

“Gorgeous as always Eren,” you said sarcastically, even if it was truthful, “I’m sure there will be a queue of women who are wanting to jump on you.”

“Not if they aren’t all taken already,” he taps at his watch. Whilst the two of you had already been drinking as he waited for you to get ready, it was definitely on the later side.

“Order the uber, and we can go.”

Walking over to him and adding shoes to your outfit, you present yourself before him, a cute little smile playing on your lips. He’s staring down at his phone, quickly going through the motions for the ride. Finally, he looks up to catch your eyes. His jade pupils flick down slightly, and he hopes you miss that they land at the cleavage you’re sporting in your current get up. He flicks your nose, earning a scowl from you and a smile from him.

“You look perfect”

The club is far fuller than you both expected, dance floor and tables taken up and crowded round. Luckily, you had managed to secure you and Eren a pair of seats at the bar, and you were currently on your third..? Fourth drink of the evening. Green eyes watch your lips carefully, as you finish the vodka and lemonade. 

“So, anyone take your fancy?” he prompts, looking around at the mess of people.

Humming, you scan the area. There’s some people you recognise from class, but plenty more you don’t know. Fucking friends seems like a bad move, even in your tipsy state, so you look to the strangers faces. They don’t look like him. Ugh. 

There’s a few options though, and as you point them out to Eren they come with brief descriptors: dark hair and stubble, wide set blonde. He tuts at the options, sarcastically letting out a “sure sure, I see the appeal”. 

“And how about you, anyone you like the look of?” you ask with a sigh.

Christ, Eren thinks to himself. It’s been long enough that he hasn’t had to look for someone else. Sure there were attractive people in the world, but with her around, he hadn’t needed to give anyone else a second look. His palm moves to the back of his neck, stretching out behind him with a huff. “Let’s look on the dance floor?” he offers, clearly not as eager as you were tonight. Moving his hand back down, he holds it out for you, pulling towards the throng of people.

He looks effervescently cool like this. Shirt open, hair starting to fall from his bun. Eren is looking around at the people surrounding the two of you. The two of you had been working in circles, allowing each other an eyeful as the club goers move around the space. As a group of guys push their way from the dance floor to the bar, you get shoved towards Eren. Heels were never quite your forte, and you stumble against him, hands on either side of his chest. Grinning down at you with that smug little smile that annoyed you so much, Eren brought large hands to your waist, pushing you away a little. But his hands stay there as he continues to sway to the music, making no effort to break the contact. And so you bring your arms up to his neck, allowing his movements to carry you on time to the song. For the first time in the past couple of weeks, you feel light. Your chest isn’t constricted by some foreign weight. It’s just you and your best friend, buzzed and free.

Colours change above you, as you look up to Eren, him down to you. A playful grin takes his lips as he pulls you a little closer, you so easily accepting the narrowing distance. Your black silk meets his deep green, chest pushing into his. You carefully analyse his features, seeing if he attempts to check you out like earlier. 

Was it the alcohol making your cheeks so warm? Lit up by a purple hue, you watch his eyes return to exploring the crowd, his hand still holding on to you. His smirk falters, his eyebrows creasing together. You’re not moving in circles anymore, Eren pausing in his movements as he thinks about what to do next. He shouldn’t lie to you, but seeing your ex at the bar would really harsh the night. Under his fingers, he can feel your body tense, suddenly unsure at how close the contact between you was. 

But Eren doesn’t want you to know, he doesn’t want you to be distracted by your ex tonight. He doesn’t want to see your hurt little face anymore. The way your eyes would be red and puffy the next day. The way he would feel your shoulders heaving under his arms. You don’t deserve that. Hell, you didn’t deserve the huge amount of shit your ex had put you through over the years he’d known you. Eren would sit back and listen to you rant, support you where he could. But fuck that guy. And he wasn’t sure what sparked in his chest, but Eren’s jade orbs are trained straight back on you. His eyebrows calm, tension releasing from them. As you can turn to scope out whatever had changed his body language so suddenly, he catches your jaw. 

Beginning to slowly move again, his eyes have narrowed, taking in the way the dress hugs you, the shine on your skin from the hot dance floor. Eren couldn’t quite figure out what was intoxicating him right now. Definitely a lot of alcohol, but also a sudden… possessiveness. He didn’t want you in pain anymore. Eren wanted you in pleasure. His breath is suddenly on your neck, making your hair raise. 

“I’ve only seen one person I’m interested in tonight.” 

“Oh?” you squeak, before clearing your throat a little. The new deep notes in his voice catch you off guard. It almost sounds like he’s… No. He’s your best friend. The little looks you’d been giving each other all night were just two people looking out for one another, two people seeing each other happy for the first time in a while. Your voice is calmer as you ask light-heartedly, “and who would that be?” 

His lips are so close to your ear. 

“You.” 

“Eren-” your hands move from behind his neck, resting on his shoulders. You need to see your best friend's face, you need to know if he’s joking right now. If he’s mocking you. When you draw back, you see his face. Smug, as always. Fuck you’ve always wanted to knock that cockiness down a peg. Cheshire smile showing his teeth and his eyes looking down at you. Half lidded eyes, pupils blown. He’s not joking. Fuck.

“Can I kiss you?” 

Your breath is caught in your throat. All too aware suddenly of each of his finger pads pressing into your skin, the contact feeling like fire with the added alcohol. But, you find yourself nodding, the yes just escaping your lips before he’s pressed into them.

Large hands travel to your hip, and up your back, pressing you into him. You can feel his body, tense in exhilaration against you, hands back around his neck. One travels up to the nape of his back, tangling into his hair and pulling him deeper into you. The music is all consuming, you can feel the bass in your body, you can feel Eren against you, you can feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins. 

Eren’s hand on your back travels up, echoing your placement on him, to hold the back of your neck. He doesn’t want you to go, you feel too good. The heat between your bodies could suffocate him. His thumb puts pressure under your jaw, he isn’t even sure you can feel it. But he can, measuring your pulse racing underneath the pad. He’s smiling into this kiss, this all consuming kiss.

His tongue swipes at your bottom lip, and you’re all too eager to allow him into your mouth. Tasting the whisky from your home, tasting the coke from the club. His teeth take your lip nipping slightly, before sucking the plump of it into his mouth. You both come up for air, eyes meeting in acknowledgment of the situation.

“Wanna get out of here?”

The drive home had only served to heap tension between you. As clearly that it was that you wanted each other, you would have to wait a while longer. Your thighs pressed together, slowly inhaling and exhaling. Going through your mind was whether this was a good idea, staring out at the city passing by you. Eren was your friend. You were dating another man two weeks ago. The same man that had previously asked you if he needed to be worried about Eren. You’d laughed it off, because it was Eren. You were brought out of your thoughts when you felt him grip your leg, a little too harshly at first, before settling, leaving a gentle pattern of circles and lines on your inner thigh. It was Eren.

Just one hallway. You had to make it one hallway to get into your apartment. One hallway left to come to your senses. And just like he read your mind, Eren is once again touching you, just his hand on yours pulling you backwards. You twist just in time, his hands instantly cupping your cheeks as he kisses you, deeply and intensely. Pushing you back into the wall, you pray a neighbour doesn’t walk out now. His knee is pressing gently between your legs, and you allow it. Your fingers sink into Eren’s arms, lightly covered by the fabric yet you can still feel the muscle underneath, relaxing and tensing as he pulls you closer. 

His lips are making their way to your jaw, lifting your chin upwards, tentatively licking the bone before moving downwards still, sucking and nipping and licking your neck. A whimper breaks through. You really need to get inside. Gripping his hair, you sharply pull backwards.

“Not going to play nice, huh?” 

When did he speak like this? The playful and shit-eating grin your friend Eren always wore was replaced by something darker, his words laced with intent. 

“Don’t challenge me.” 

You were off, finally at your door, making quick work with the lock, moving in first before he followed. The door shut as you pushed Eren against it, usual doe eyes being taken over with a deep lust. Your hands are instantly at his belt, as his hands find your face once again. This time he’s grabbing your hair, making you look up at him as he glares down at you. You’re constantly challenging one another in conversation, and it’s translating to the bedroom far too easily. 

Lips are on one another again, as you leave the belt and start towards his shirt. You bite down on his bottom lip, earning a hiss from him, and you feel his hand being brought around your throat. He doesn’t add too much pressure, checking if this turn is indeed okay with you. When you push against the weight, he takes the gleam in your eye as a yes, and uses the force to push you against the next wall, finally moving off the front door. 

It’s a constant battle to get to the bedroom, both of you taking control for short bursts. Eren pulling the thin straps of your dress down, you untucking his shirt. His muscular torso is on full display, and you had never viewed it in this light before. 

Finally he pushes you onto the bed, situating himself between your legs. Your kisses are sloppy and infused with alcohol. Hands are desperate with one another, both of you needing to be closer. Are you scared if the contact ends your thoughts will return to sanity? 

Eren’s hot and heavy over you, his hands seem everywhere at once. Smoothing up your thigh, digging in slightly to the flesh when you grind against one another. His hands rest at your hips for a moment, and he’s looking down at you, still fucking smiling. All at once, he’s flipped you over his prominent hard on pressing into your ass. He’s whispering in your ear, leaving wet kisses along your neck, to your shoulder blades. Fingers take the zip at the back of your dress, slowly and carefully pulling it down, leaving licks and pecks as he goes. It’s torturous. 

You attempt to speed things up by rutting your ass against his crotch, and you think you hear a quiet moan, before his hand is brought down to the fabric, smacking your cheek. You gasp, turning your head to look at him. Eren is too occupied in taking in all of your body, his green eyes are darkened with authority and lust. His nimble fingers play with the short hem of your dress, thumb dipping beneath, before he pushes the silk up. 

You both let out soft fuck’s, as his hands grab at the plump of your ass. It’s like he’s testing the softness, the way your flesh responds to his touch so easily. He slaps at you again, earning a sharp moan from you. Eren’s leaning down, his mouth once again trailing across the apex of your behind, leaving trails of saliva as he goes. Before you can even register the new sensations you can feel a soft pressure against your clothed cunt, just enough to let you know the presence of his hand, but not enough for you to get off on. You’re mewling, once again trying to get closer to him. This time he allows it, eagerly pressing his ring and middle finger to your clit, allowing you to grind upon them. 

Seeing you underneath him like this… it’s new and strange and so fucking hot. He’s watching you desperately try and fill the need building in your core, and he can only feel his cock twitch in his pants as he sees you coming undone. If you wanted more, he could definitely give it to you. Bringing his large hands away, to the flimsy fabric that was covering you, he pulls it down, exposing you to him. His heart and dick fucking jump. His hands return to your ass, watching the jiggle as you move and whimper. Spreading you, he brings his face down, breath tingling on your most sensitive areas.

Your breath catches in your throat as his tongue, gentle at first, licks between your folds. He’s tasting you, he’s moaning into your pussy, as you write beneath him. Eren’s hands are squeezing your ass cheeks, holding you still as you try to grind against his face. 

“Patience, y/n”, he says, with a slap on your behind again. 

“Fuck you,” you hiss. 

“You will be in a minute, baby girl, don’t worry.”

You go to make a retort but he’s instantly back, licking up your slit and a deep moan escapes you. Jesus you can feel the smile on his lips as he’s back on your pussy. Eren is so proud of the sounds he can draw from you. He wonders if your ex could make you come undone so easily. 

You taste sweet and saccharine on him, and he doesn’t hold back the groan as he further works his way into you. Hardened tongue moving it’s way from your entrance down to your clit. He swipes at it, before moving away again. Kissing your thighs, kissing the skin between your holes. Every now and then he’ll move back to your clit, allowing you a moment of pleasure before he’s teasing again. “Fuck, please”. Your whines are being smothered by the sheets, and Eren wants nothing more than to hear them, loud and clear.

Eren’s ringed fingers make their way to your hair, his face lifting from between your legs. He pulls you back round, and holy shit you can see how wet you are on his face. There’s a sheen to his lips and chin, and instinctively you reach up to his neck, pulling him back on top of you. Your tongue meets his, tasting your tartness on his mouth. A hand makes it way back down in between your thighs, playing and parting your folds. Your hand in turn reaches up his neck, pulling sharply at his hair once again. “Eren. More- please” you get out in between staggered breaths. 

“Aw, since you asked so nicely” his eyes watch your expression closely as his thumb rests on your clit, his finger swiftly moving inside you. Your eyebrows raise and knot, eyes wide and lips parted. But he keeps it still as your legs shaked around his arm. “Eren, move” you demand this time. 

“Oh, that’s not so nice. I liked it when you were polite.” He starts to retract his finger, thumb gently swabbing your clit so you’ll know what you miss.

“Please, please, please, Eren, please” you speak before he even gets the first knuckle out. All the teasing was creating a tightness in your lower stomach. 

“Much better.”

You whine as he continues to pull his finger from you, until he pushes it back in, curling his solitary finger up. Your fingernails are pressing deep into the muscle of his bicep, feeling how it moves as he finger fucks you. He’s hitting that perfect spot inside you again and again, and his thumb is swiping eagerly on your clit. 

Eren can feel you fluttering around his finger, desperate for more, desperate to release on him. He adds another finger, your wetness allowing him entrance easily. He wants to fuck you so bad, his cock so hard it felt like it was about to burst. 

He pushes your hands off him, leaving crescent moon indents deep in his skin, he works his way back down. He brings the black silk with him this time, fully being able to take in your body as you’re left naked before him. Holy shit you’re beautiful. He doesn’t want to stare too long and make you shy. But he still kisses his way down, before he’s back at your pussy. 

This time he allows you more movement, letting your fingers work their way back into his hair, letting you roll your hips against his tongue and stubble. 

With his spare hand he pulls out his cock, slowly pulling at it, before he realises he can’t do that for too long without cumming before the main event. Instead he reaches up, rolling your perked nipples in between his fingers. There are so many sensations on your body, and Eren can feel your cunt beginning to tighten around his fingers. You hold your breath before letting out little moans, building towards reaching your height.

“You want to cum on my fingers?

Your back is arching, whispering “yes, yes, yes, please” as your walls are tightening around him. He quickens the pace, making sure to hit that spot inside you over and over. Thighs around his face, he can feel your slick pooling in his mouth, and coating his chin once again. 

Your gummy walls are so tight around his thick fingers, he needs you to finish, watch you fully unravel below him. Sucking and licking at your clit, he’s pushing you towards the edge. 

“Eren-” his name is strangled coming out of you, and then your moaning, undulating your cunt against his mouth, riding out your orgasm. 

His jade eyes look up at you, watching as you pull your head up to look at him, before another wave of pleasure hits you and you have to arch your neck and look back up. He waits for you to come down, letting you fuck his face and fingers. Grinding against his stubble and tongue as you let out pitiful and beautiful moans. You’re so fucking wet, the sounds coming from between the two of you should be forbidden, as you release onto him. 

Finally he withdraws, using his forearm to wipe his face. He lies next to you, allowing you a moment as he draws little circles on your stomach. Eren has never quite looked at you in this light. Sure, you were pretty, and the two of you were obviously close. But now you’d walked a line that couldn’t be undone. You weren’t over your ex, and as okay as Eren was with what had happened between you, he didn’t want you to run. He’s overcome with thoughts, looking down to your chest and the heavy breaths you were taking. All he could pray was that you weren’t pretending he was someone else. 

But as Eren is getting caught up in his own mind, you’re twisting, hand reaching to his crotch, cock having been recaptured by his boxers. Palming him, you feel how big he really is for the first time. Fingers trace the edge of his pants and underwear, and he lifts his hips, allowing you to pull them down. Shit. His dick slapped back to his stomach, precum leaking from the top of his pink head. He was bigger than you’d imagined, because of course you’d imagined it a couple of times.

Your hand looks so small around his cock, but you slowly tease him, his deep green orbs following your movements. Bringing your head down to him, you kitten lick the precum from the top of his dick. He hisses gently, and you look up at him with these big doe eyes, so fucking eager to please.

You push your lips around him, hollowing your cheeks and flattening your tongue as you begin working along his shaft. He moans just at the sight of you, your eyes peeking up through dark lashes. His hand goes through your hair, eagerly pushing you deeper around him. 

He lets out a hoarse, “is this okay?” before you put your own hand on his pushing it for the both of you. You don’t even want to come up for air, you just want him close to you, inside you. 

You were learning far more about each other than you had expected, as Eren takes back over. He pushes himself further into you, muttering a good girl that has you whining. The vibrations around his cock make his hips buck, and now you’re gagging as his length hits the back of your throat. He holds you there instead of letting you off, and your nails are sharp against his thighs.

His head lolls back as he starts to move his hips under you, moving you in turn with your hair. He picks up the pace quickly, allowing saliva to drool from you and straight to his cock. 

Your eyes prick, big fat tears forming at the corners. But you’re enjoying this way too much, the moans and gasps he gives make you moan, pressing your thighs together for some kind of friction. 

He takes your jaw in his grasp, allowing you a moment to catch your breath. Your tongue sits out your mouth, him smacking the head of his dick on it. He notices your tears then, the mascara that’s running a little. He swipes at the corner of your eyes, leaning down to press a kiss into your forehead. 

Bringing you up to him, your dripping folds sliding across his length. His lips are on your cheeks, across your jaw, licking up your neck before reclaiming your plush lips once again. You continue grinding against one another, tongues slipping in and out of each other's mouths. Eventually Eren brings his hands to your hips, lifting you up as you hold his shaft up.

Your foreheads are pressed together as he slowly pushes inside you. The stretch is burning and all-consuming, eyes pricking up again as you feel him hit your furthest wall. Eren breathes out heavily, “So fucking tight”

You roll your hips, allowing some friction from him on your clit. It helps your muscles relax a little, and balancing your hands on his shoulders you push yourself up and down, using his length for your own pleasure. Eren’s eyes don’t leave your form, watching your breasts bounce and how your eyes flutter close as he fills you entirely.

“You really did want to be fucked, huh? Look at you” he teases you, watching as you go to talk back before he thrusts his hips up. It leaves the words caught in your throat.

His pace maintains, holding you in place as he fucks up into you, feeling your cunt clench around him. There are long moments where you hold your breath, holding his cock tight within you. Then you’ll release and moan, before holding it in again. Well, Eren is all too happy to help you with that. 

One hand grabbing the flesh of your hip, the other wrapping around your throat, he pushes into you at a punishing rate. Your eyes go wide at the sudden restriction of your throat, feeling the cold metal of his ring against your pulse. 

“Who knew this about you? That you were such a slut?”

As much as he knows you want to deny it, you want to smack the smugness from his voice, he can feel your pussy tighten around him. He sees your eyes roll back a little. 

“You’re getting tighter.” 

The hand on your hip moves down, attempting to hold you in place whilst letting his thumb press over your clit. The sounds of him slapping against your wetness is obscene, and he’s only distracted from it as you whimper out pathetic yes’s and please’s. 

“You wanna cum?” he’s grunting, trying to keep the pace going until you can reach your peak.

You nod against his wide hand, still tight around your neck. “Oh you can do better than that. I already know how bad you want it, slut.”

“Please Eren, please make me cum. I want to cum, please, please, please” you can barely make out the words, your head going light and body tightening.

“Cum for me.” 

You release, and as he can feel the fluttering of your walls around him, he lets go of your throat. The sudden oxygen as you cum leaves you overwhelmed. Burying yourself in his shoulder, he fucks you through it. Cock slapping up into your cunt over and over, somehow being sucked deeper in as you coat his length with more of your own slick. He can feel your nails breaking the flesh of his back as you’re holding on for dear life, moaning his name and even a fucking thank you into his ear.

As you begin to slow, legs shake as you stay straddled over him. He flips you, Eren now firmly on top, slowly moving in and out of you. The stimulation is intense, your cunt sparking at any sensation. 

Caged between his forearms, his hair is a mess thanks to you. You push tendrils back past his ears as he leans down to kiss you once again. This kiss is different. It feels… less desperate. It feels deep and meaningful, caring even.

Your eyes meet in acknowledgment, both of you too worried to speak about the shift in tone. 

He reaches down instead, pulling your leg up and splitting you on his cock. A tongue swipes at your nipple, biting and playing with each as he gradually picks up pace again. You’re still so fucking wet it’s easy for him to thrust into you at a dizzying pace. You can feel all of him against your gummy walls. Each time he passes that special spot inside you, you moan and gasp, and it’s the best sound he’s ever heard.

His thrusts were becoming more primal, holding your thighs close around his hips. Letting your sweaty bodies collide again and again, his balls slapping against you. The grunts and moans coming from his lips were so infuriatingly erotic. Eren just wanted one more from you, and then he’d let himself finish. If this was to be a drunken mistake, so be it, but he would at least make it memorable. 

Those jade eyes were on you once again, the power and dominance radiating from the immeasurable. He can see you barely being able to hold on, completely fucked out beneath him. You’re moaning and whining, hands moving over the swell of your breasts and playing with your nipples as if it’s going to keep you grounded. 

He sits up, eyes flicking down to where you were conjoined. It took so much restraint not to cum inside you right then and there. Your glistening sex was so tight around him, the wet slapping noises echo again and again. You’re pulling and sucking him in, cream pooling around his length. 

“Give me one more, y/n. I want to feel you cum on my cock.”  

You try to look up at him through heavy lids. Your friend Eren saying this is so taboo. The words he’s said tonight so far from normal for the both of you. You flutter around him, somehow your pussy still wants to be fucked, still wants to push you off the edge one more time. You can feel the coil inside your stomach tightening. 

Eyes rolling back, you can barely keep it together anymore. He’s pounding into you at a startling rate, fingers flicking over your clit again and again and again. 

“P - please, it’s s-so good.” 

Your breaths between words were quick, “you’re so big-”

“Yeah you like that? You like being so full of my cock? Such a pretty face you make when you’re all fucked out.” 

Holy shit.

Eren could tell how much words affected you, your back arching and legs pulling him somehow closer into you.

“Come on, baby. I wanna hear those moans.” he’s grunting, getting so fucking close to losing himself in your cunt. He knows what he wants to hear most though, “say my name. Tell me who’s treating you how you should be”

With that, you’re losing yourself around him again. Writing on the bed, gripping sheets in tightly balled fists. White light taking over your sight as you clench around Eren. This orgasm was the most intense, taking your body by surprise in its overstimulated state. You weren’t even making a noise, just holding on to the high for as long as possible. 

And then you shattered, whining and moaning, whispering his name over and over again. 

As you moved underneath him, Eren kept his punishing pace up until he watched you expel the last of your energy. Name forming on your lips over and over again he falters, releasing inside you. You can feel the stickiness inside you, the sensation of being filled up. Eren watches for a moment as he sees the white pearls forming around your stretched out pussy.

His chest is back on yours as he kisses your neck, shoulders, whatever skin he can. Thrusting back into you a couple of times, he finally pulls out. You feel his cum dripping out of you, but you’re too spent to do anything about it.

Eren lies next to you, both of your bodies attempting to regulate from that. 

“You okay?” 

He’s checking in, making sure he didn’t go too far with someone he genuinely cares for. 

You nod, turning to meet his stare. Giving him a drowsy smile, you’re not sure what comes next. But for now, you’re happy. Curling into his side, he puts an arm round you and lets you rest for a while. As he notices your breathing become deeper, he nestles into you, muttering something about clean up. 

Moving away from you, you can make out some noises of a tap, drawers opening and closing. In your sleepy state you feel him gently wiping at you, two glasses of water being put on the bedside table. Finally he makes his way back to you, and Eren notes how cute you look. Hot and completely fucked out, yes. But also gentle and at peace, allowing the heaviness of sleep taking over.

He rests behind you, wanting to be back in your warmth. He pulls you in closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. The fragrance of you takes over his nostrils, and he’s all too eager to move closer to your hair, pressing one last kiss at the nape of your neck. Whatever tomorrow brings, he hopes it’s not the last time he gets to be this close to you.

[flying-nightwing]

Fluff Alphabet - Jason Todd

Hello guys! This is my first alphabet because I saw everyone do it and i wanted in. I took this alphabet. I had a lot of fun to indulge in Jason, because well. Do I need to explain? 

Anyhow, enjoy this little thing inspired by my feelings for Jason Todd!

Disclaimer: This is my vision of the character and in no way an universal truth

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A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Your eyes. Jason could get lost in them by a simple glance. They say eyes are the windows to the soul, and he found it to be very true the second he met you. He will sometimes doubt he’s worth your love, but your gaze is enough to reassure him at every turn. He also can’t get enough of that spark that lights up when he makes you laugh, it draws him in. Your eyes are so kind and loving, the rest doesn’t really matter to him.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Let’s be truthful here, Jason is terrified of having kids. Everytime the discussion gets even close to the topic of family, he gets vivid images of his own father with him and it fills him with dread that he'll end up just like him. Then, he thinks about his lifestyle and how just being the Red Hood (or having been, as a matter of fact) could endanger his family. But I think deep down he craves having a family, having kids (whether they’re biologically his or adopted), because he’s just that natural caring person.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Continuing on that natural caring person wave, Jason will usually cuddle as the big spoon. His large frame makes it ridiculously easy for himself to wrap around you completely, and he loves to see you curled up around him, safe and comfortable in his arms. He likes to know he’s shielding you from any potential danger, it just eases his conscience. But sometimes he’ll have a bad day, or a rough patrol, and he’ll wordlessly slip in your hold in bed. It surprises you every time how small he can make himself, with his head on your chest above your heart and latched around your waist holding for dear life. Then, he’ll rely on you to make him feel safe, and he’ll fall asleep like that (he also likes when you play with his hair when he gets like that).

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Jason is insanely romantic, nobody can prove me otherwise. With the amount of novels and books he read, it would be hard not to know how to be an exemplary lover. However, doing grand gestures in public and/or expensive shits is not his style. So it isn’t rare to come back home from your job after a tough week, to see Jason lighting up candles on a rose petals covered table, smiling at you and telling you to get changed in your pajamas and relax a bit before he finishes cooking (probably one of you favourite meals, or something new he knows you’ll like to surprise you). Dancing on your building’s rooftop or driving outside the city to take a walk under the stars are also his ideas of dates. It’s always something private and meaningful and a proof Jason is a hopeless romantic.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

“You are my reason to keep going on.” I believe at some point after he came back from the dead, Jason had a really hard time finding a reason to keep living (finding out he was replaced as Robin, that Batman didn’t kill the joker, etc…). He was in a really dark place and numb to everything. But then, he met you and suddenly life wasn’t so terrible. After a while, he even finds himself excited to get up in the morning (or early afternoon if he’s been on a long patrol) and smiling at random times. He wants to make an effort for you, because you deserve his best self and the least he can do is try (you still love him at his worst though, and he still can’t wrap his head around it but he’s insanely grateful for it).

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

One night, Jason woke up in sweats and screaming his lungs out. He had a nightmare where you were kidnapped and tortured by the joker the way he was; it was the first time you were the victim in his nightmares (usually it was faceless people or himself, and even sometimes his brothers. But never you). He found himself wanting to have you in his arms, needing to have you in his arms, and that’s how he knew it wasn’t just a crush anymore, that he was in deep with you.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

People have this misconception that Jason is rough, judging by the everything about him. But you would have never foreseen him to be so delicate and gentle with you. He is very strong and can be rash sometimes, but with his lover, he is always careful. He has enough pain and hurt in his life there is now way he’d put the most important person in his life through that. You have to almost beg him to be rough with you, and he’ll only let go if he’s 100% sure you’re okay with it.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Absolutely. He’s not big on PDA but he always wants to hold your hand, especially in public. He can get uncomfortable if there are too many people around, and the little subconscious squeezes of your hand never fails to bring him back to reality and help him focus on you instead of feeling trapped. Also he’s afraid of losing you in a crowd, even if he’s tall and could spot you easily. So yeah, his hand in yours is a constant.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

Depends on how you met really. It’s hard to say really, he might have seen you as an angel, or as a simple acquaintance until he discovered your character and you grew on him. He’s a versatile boy in the people he falls for.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Not jealous per say, but insecure. Everytime he sees you talking with someone who seems to be (subconsciously or not) flirting with you, he gets this feeling you’ll suddenly realize you could do much better than him and leave him for someone less broken, less messed up than him. It creeps in his chest and hurts like a heart attack, and it only dies down when you inevitably come back in his arms and look at him like he’s your world. Then, the storm dies and he knows he at least got one more day with you. And as much as the idea of Jealous Jason showing you who you belong to (wink wink) is appealing, I don’t think it would happen unless it has been established both of you were into that kind of foreplay and he knows for sure you’re in for the long haul with him. Then it becomes a game rather than an actual insecurity thing.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Jason’s kisses are soft and wholesome. You can feel every ounce of love and admiration he has for you, and even if they do get emotional or even dominant at some points, it’s never forecefull. Who initiated the first kiss is nebulous, I think it was more of a mutual thing than an unilateral decision. I like to think it happened in a magnet effect, where both parties met halfway because Jason is a very respectful person in general (except if you piss him off for real) and he wouldn’t make you uncomfortable by kissing you without your consent.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

It’s gotta be you. Jason, who’s afraid of saying it and getting rejected/mocked would definitely not want to get his feet wet first (what if you laugh? What if you leave?). He will show it in his way, but he’d wait for you to say the words first. But once it’s out there? Hooty hoot. He’ll say it like a mantra. He’ll never ever stop saying it at every occasion he gets. 

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

At the fair in your city. Spending the afternoon going from attraction to attraction, having fun in the small roller coaster you were pretty sure was one heavy loaded train away from toppling down. After sun down, you went from game booth to game booth, collecting small and colorful stuffed animals and eating everything sugary and fat you could get your hands onto. You were convinced you could beat the rigged shoot the duck game, and when you couldn’t, Jason stepped in and absolutely made the smug smirk drop from the guy’s face. You walked away with a giant Panda, sleepy as hell after you sugar rush, and Jason had to carry you out of the car bridal style. That picture you took on top of the ferris wheel is on his nightstand and is his favourite possession of his. 

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

No, he’s not that kind of guy. I think he’s much more into meaningful acts and gestures than buying your love. He would sometimes spoil you if the occasion came to it, but I don’t think he’d be the type to open up his wallet as a demonstration of love.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Aqua blue. No other reason than the fact it’s probably the color the most opposite to red. While he absolutely loves to see you wear red things (it drives him crazy in the sweetest way), he doesn’t want to associate you with the darkest part of him. You’re the beautiful blue to his glaring red, because you’re the best thing in his life and he wants to outline and highlight you out as much as possible.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

I don’t think he has a signature pet name, he probably uses one that fits with the object of his affections and the history he has with them. He’d also be mindful of what you like and don’t like, and adjust them accordingly. 

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Libraries. The old ones that smell of paper and leather. The ones with the shelves that climb up to the wall and the old worn seats that are just perfect to sit into and read for hours. Jason loves a calm environment and a quiet victorian library does the trick just well.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Read, cuddles, adult cuddles... ;) I think Jason likes rainy days because it gives him an excuse to spend time with you at home. He’d probably bake something in the afternoon and you might or might not turn it into a flour war, make a mess in the kitchen but make a bonding activity of cleaning it up after (he and you know when to be kids and when to be mature and you both respect the line, and that’s why it’s so fun). Rainy days are domestic days and nothing is more pure or adorable than domestic Jason. It’s a hill I’ll die on. 

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

That’s a tricky one, because when Jason spirals down he has trouble getting out by himself. But when you are down, Jason will go to hell and back to make sure you feel better. He’ll cook you your favourite thing, skip patrol to stay by your side, do a dumb tik tok dance to put a smile on your face or hear you laugh. He’d be attentive to your needs and do everything in his power to help you.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Everything. Jason is a smart boy, he’d enjoy either talking about art, or about larger questions in the universe, or maybe about the birds that made a nest outside. Jason is incredibly easy to talk to when he’s receptive to the person talking to him, and that surprises anyone who knows him on the surface or less. 

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Massages, but only by you. He trusts you, he is as comfortable as he can get with you seeing him shirtless with his scars (no professional masseur/se will ever get up close to him), and with you touching him in perhaps more sensitive or vulnerable places. He’d close his eyes and let involuntary moans when you’d unknot the tension in his muscles (and you’d secretly enjoy having such a force of nature all putty and soft under your hands). Then it’d be cuddle time and he would be relaxed as he’s ever been.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

That’s simple: you. You’re his beautiful partner, the only one he has eyes for, so the world should see how great you are. He’d find a way to place you in every conversation, whether it would be to point out that hey, you can do that too, or because he just can’t shut up about you. That earns him infinite teasing from his family on how soft he is for you, but he can’t bring himself to care because he loves you so much. 

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Jason wanted to marry you, and you had talked about it enough as a couple that he knew you wanted it too. But he wanted to wait for the right moment and he couldn’t plan that. The proposal probably happened at an unexpected moment, like when you tried to make him soup when he got injured and ended up messing it up bad. You came back to the couch and apologized to him profusely, and with stars in his eyes he asked you to marry him. Or when one of his enemies tried to take you while taking out the trash, but you chucked the garbage bag AND the metal lid to them, and Jason got down on one knee the second you finished recounting the story, out of breath from running back inside. The wedding was a private affair (Roy was his best man) somewhere quiet and meaningful, without too many artifices or big set up. It was perfect for you two.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

This is a hard one. I feel like Jason would be into soul/jazz, in the style of Marvin Gaye, Nat King Cole or Frank Sinatra. To some extent he is a very old school person, and I believe music is one of the topics that falls into that old school side of him. It’s just a feeling, it’s how I imagine Jason. Unforgettable by Nat King Cole would be his to-go song when it comes to you. 

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Oh yea. Jaybird’s got the ring in mind as soon as he knew you were the one. See Wedding above.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

I don’t think he’d want a pet, because he can be absent often, or he wouldn’t have enough time. But if he’d have to, he’d get a cat, I think. Walking a dog morning and night would get a little bit much, especially since sometimes he might have trouble getting out of bed after patrol. But a cat, a rescue stubborn older cat who has seen others, that would be a match. The cat would be distant at first, but one morning he’d wake up with his grump of a feline curled beside his pillow and purring, or after a rough day the cat would bring him its toy and Jason would just. Cry. Because this little creature became his friend. And it’s so pure. (Also Jason building cat trees and climbing installations for the cat? Satisfying image).

[sugurus-slxt]

matching -oikawa

Type: fluff (sfw)

Warnings: an angry iwa-chan and mentions of an injury

Note: you are iwaizumi’s sister in this story, as well as a volleyball player

Hope you guys enjoy the story

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You and Oikawa were practicing together at Aoba Johsai on the volleyball court. “Come on toss me another one,” you shouted from the end of the court. “Ok! But this is the last one for now you need to take a break,” Oikawa scolded. You rolled your eyes as your setter boyfriend tossed for you. You took off and spiked the ball with all your might. “Dammit,” you shouted in exasperation as you wiped the sweat from your forehead. “What are you getting on about? That was a perfectly good spike y/n. Here have some water.” He said passing you the bottle of water which you refused. “I’m fine ok. It’s just I need to go higher. My spikes are just so just so fricking average. Some ace I am,” you sighed whilst stooping down hanging you head. Oikawa just chuckled whilst stooping to your height and ruffling your hair, you just looked at him exhaustedly, “What are you laughing at shittykawa?”

Oikawa held his hand to his chest, pretending to be wounded, “Princess how could you? Hehe but … You’re just like Iwa-chan you know,” he said smirking. “Well he is my brother, but we are not the same ok he’s an actual ace and don’t call me princess,” you got up stretching ready for another round. “Whatever you say… princess,” he said winking at you. A deep blush spread across your cheeks. The both of you have been dating for over a year and he’s still able to make you this flustered. Trying to draw attention away from your flustered cheeks you pointed at him, “And who are you to tell me to take break when Haji had to drag you home multiple times from over practicing.” He smiled and shrugged his shoulder, “You got me there. “ You too just kind of stood there for a while just drinking in the tension that crowded the atmosphere.

“Any way! Let’s get back to it Toru,” you lightly tapped your face to regain your composure. “You know I can help you go higher, jump that is but it’s going to take a while,” he states blankly. “Wait really? “ You look at him, stars visible in your eyes. This was your chance to finally be better; you weren’t going to miss it. “Yes but this is going to be hard you know that I don’t train easy y/n,” he stated seriously. “I know and I can take it come on lets go. I can do this, gimme all you got pretty setter,” you declared barely realizing what you just said but it was too late. His serious nature disappeared in an instant, “Oho! You think I’m a pretty setter princess,” he chucked walking up to you and grabbing your hand, “Well a pretty setter prince for a pretty spiker princess,” he gently kissed your hand. You quickly pulled your hand away and ran to the other side off the court, “L-lets g-get to it,” you managed to stutter out. He smirked, “Ok. Let’s get to it,” he smirked while spinning the ball in his hands.

He’d spent at least half an hour explaining what he wanted you to try changing instance, pressure and pushing off. You went spike after spike, your body had already been tired earlier but you were determined to get this. Every time Oikawa would toss just a bit higher and eventually you were able to keep matching it. “Come on you have to do this one. It’s your peak point. If you get this you get this you succeed,” Oikawa shouted. He could see you were tired, you should have taken a break it’s already 8:30pm but he didn’t say anything. Sweat poured down your body but you were determined to get this one. “Here it comes y/n,” he shouted. It was as if time had slowed, you could see the ball and hear the ticking of the clock but as you were about to make contact your body faltered. You came crashing down; you tried to land on your two feet but it was useless.

One leg hit the ground but your knee bent resulting on you falling straight on your backside. Oikawa rushed to your side, “Y/n!! Are you ok? That’s it. Enough for today, I’m taking you home.” Your knee hurt but at the time you hadn’t paid much mind to it, you just wanted to get back up and get this last spike. “I’m fine Toru. Just one more toss. I need to get this,” you pleaded. “No! Absolutely not! We don’t even know if you hurt anything that was a pretty bad fall, “Oikawa tone was strict. The truth was inside he was worried sick, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if something had happened to you. “I’m f-fine,” you attempted to get up but tears welled up in your eyes as an intense pain shot through your left knee. You fell back down and Oikawa had felt like his heart dropped. “P-princess,” he could barely speak. “T-toru don’t worry just give me a minute,” you weren’t sure who you were trying to convince yourself or him because the pain was searing. You didn’t want to worry him so you kept your tears at bay but it wouldn’t stop. Oikawa gently lifted you up bridal style, making sure not to move your leg around too much. Guilt flooded him but he had to put that aside right now he had to get you to the hospital.

“Toru where…,” he cut you off. “I’m taking you to the hospital to make sure it isn’t anything serious,” he didn’t even look down at you. He just kept walking to the nearest hospital in the area. You knew Toru, he was definitely overthinking things but you didn’t know what to say so you just wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled your face into his neck. The pain was nowhere easing up but you found some comfort in his arms. You both went down the street in dead silences. It was quite dark and the only thing lighting the way was the pale glow of street lights on a moonless night. It hadn’t taken long for you to get to the hospital but Oikawa was still quiet as he handed you over to the nurses. He sat in the chair with his hands in his head as he silently sobbed waiting to find out what happened. Meanwhile, the doctors asked you questions and diagnosed what was wrong with you. After about two hours you were relieved to hear it was just a torn ACL (Anterior Cruciate Ligament Tear). The bad news is that you couldn’t play volleyball for 3 months and couldn’t go back into full swing until 6 months but if you take care of it you’d be fine. But there was always going to be a higher chance of your knee being damaged again.

The doctors finally let Toru in, you opened your arms for a hug from him, “Come here my knight and shining prince in armor,” you smiled at him hoping to ease his mind. He ran to you and immediately started sobbing, “Princess, I’m so sorry. I knew that you were tired and I didn’t say anything. Now you can’t play volleyball and it’s all my fault. I-I just wanted to help you. I felt like you finally just needed me and I thought you could do it I’m sorry, “he continued to rant on. “Hey! Hey! Hey! This isn’t your fault Toru. I continued even though I knew I should have stopped. I was just so obsessed with being better, I didn’t think about my well-being so don’t you dare blame yourself,” you gave him a bright smile as you held his face wiping his tears.

He slowly leaned into you and kissed you softly. Sort of as to say I’m here with you, he pulled away and looked at you as he stroked the side of your face, “I’m still sorry even if you say it wasn’t my fault. I should have noticed and taken care of you ok. I love you. You are my everything, my world, my princess and I should have paid more attention.” You were almost at a loss for words, “I love you too and I won’t argue because you have more problems to deal with babe than arguing over this with me.” Oikawa looked puzzled but he’d find out soon enough. “Anyways look we’re matching,” you show him a knee brace that matches his own and smile. “Princess that’s not much to smile about but yes matching,” he couldn’t help but smile at you as he wrapped his hand around you and laid you on his chest. You both enjoyed each other’s company in silence until the door opened with a loud slam, “Shittykawa I’m gonna kill you! What’d you do to my sister? Now she’s got your stupid overworking habit,” Iwaizumi shouted with a look that could send someone running without wanting to stop. “I-Iwa-chan, let’s just talk about this for a second,” Oikawa held his hands up in defense but not for long as he bolted out the door Iwaizumi chasing after him at full speed. All you could do is sit there and chuckle.

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you writing a chuckler alphabet would melt me to a puddle!

valentines day alphabet  ( accepting! )

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

Enthusiastically. He doesn’t hold back  ---  Lew gives smacks on the back that rattle your teeth, hugs that lift you off the ground, and compliments that linger in your head for days afterwards. It never occurs to him to hold back  ---  he’s very open about his affection, 

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

I’ll put it this way  ---  little Lew was not allowed in his mother’s garden, because he was a walking hazard. Where he went, mud pies followed. Nothing has changed in 20 years. Doesn’t know what a nice bouquet looks like  ---   he genuinely thinks the bright, dyed rainbow ones you pick up at the drugstore are nice, and will bring them home sometimes just as a surprise.

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

Chocolate? Where chocolate? Yes chocolate, give him all the chocolate today please! (He loves chocolate, but is unfortunately bad at sharing. He thinks he’s subtle, hiding them, when Hershey kisses are literally spilling out of his pockets.)

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

Look, he’s happy doing pretty much anything, but has a soft spot for fireworks? Seriously. His perfect date is the 4th of July, by a lake somewhere, watching the sun go down while eating ice cream cones, waiting for those colors to explode in the sky. When they start, his partner leans against his chest, and he gets to hear every inhale, every gasp of delight...  it’s heaven for him.

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

Definitely a hugger. For as often as he ends up lifting people off their feet  ---  something he genuinely doesn’t mean to do, it just happens   ---   his hugs are extremely comforting. Their solid, reassuring, just the right level of tender...  Chuckler hugs like he’s trying to shield someone from exploding shrapnel, except in most cases the shrapnel is metaphorical. (Hopefully. He also will, and has, shielded people from exploding shrapnel.)

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

Oh, buddy. This man flirts like it’s going out of style. His lead-in is usually a joke, and it’s usually stupid  ---   but if he can make someone laugh, he’s already won half the battle. Lew’s charming, and earnest in a way that’s hard to turn down flat. He’s got a particular twinkle in his eyes that draws people in, and when he winks at them...  well, flirting’s always come pretty easy to him.

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

Well, he’s not good at it, but he sure tries his best. Lew loves giving out gifts. He doesn’t need a reason  ---  if he sees some nice trinkets at the store, or something that just reminds him of someone, he’ll pick it up  (usually without much thought to the price  ---  not that he’s careless, just too generous with his own wallet). Unfortunately, these gifts range from bizarre to tacky. No one knows why he thought a box of alligator erasers was a good gift for his eighty-five year old grandmother, but hey, at least he was thinking of her. It’s a weird habit, but it’s sweet.

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

Not as quickly as you’d expect. Lew gives pieces of his heart away, rather than handing out the whole thing. He’s not an idiot. Friendliness comes easy to him, but trust takes a lot longer to build, and love itself isn’t something he rushes into blind. Winning Lew over is like climbing a massive flight of stairs, one block at a time.

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

Did you mean his three favorite words in the English language? He loves saying it  ---  loves, loves, loves it. Not that he’ll be the first person in the relationship to say it, because this is one of the few things he’ll get self-conscious over...  but as soon as his partner says it first, his eyes just light up, and he can’t say it back fast enough. After that, he says it all the time  ---  sometimes casually, without even thinking about it; sometimes just to make them smile, murmured against their cheek in a teasing voice; sometimes just to remind them, whispered into the crown of their head at night; sometimes just to hear it, when their mouth is on his and breath comes heavily between them both.

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

Genuinely not? He seems completely immune to jealousy  ---  it has his friends a little worried. What human being can be that confident? The real reason, of course, isn’t that Lew doesn’t believe anyone would ever cheat on someone with abs like his (though lowkey he doesn’t), but his unshakeable trust in his partner. He doesn’t believe they’d ever hurt him, so he’s not consciously reading into instances of them being friendly with people  ---  or those people being overly friendly with them. He doesn’t see it as being naive, though some people might disagree.

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

He’s the sort of kisser you write home about. One look at him, and it’s obvious he’s got a big mouth, but he knows how to use it...  and boy, does he ever. Chuckler isn’t shy. While one hand boldly explores his partner’s body, caressing every interesting curve it comes across, his mouth works hard at memorizing theirs. Lots of lip biting, sucking, leaving love marks without intending to...  he gets so into the kiss that he groans once or twice, and that might actually make him blush, but a bit of encouragement from his partner eggs him on. He does get worked up quickly...  but as soon as his partner draws a line, he scrambles to respect it. Chuckler doesn’t push, and he doesn’t demand anything his partner isn’t enthusiastically comfortable giving.

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

So many people. He can’t make a list. Lew loves casually; he’s got the sort of big heart inclined to feel warmth towards good people. His love has various degrees, but it’s all still love, isn’t it? A grocery store cashier let him off twenty-five cents short, and he fell a little in love right there.

M   :   MOONLIGHT.   is morning or night a more romantic setting?

Depends on his mood, and exactly how awake he is. Sometimes Lew’s one of those obnoxious morning people who want to be out at 7am to jog; sometimes he doesn’t get to bed until 7am, because he was up all night with his friends. Either way, he’s at his most mushy-romantic in those soft dawn hours, laying in bed beside his partner, where he’s able to just hold them close and smile down at their sleeping face.

N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

He’s a talker. It’s a little ridiculous. Even with his head between someone’s legs (a particular favorite move) he’ll still be muttering things up to them, wry comments and casual observations that get them blushing bright red. Thankfully, he also puts his mouth to work in other, much more effective ways. Loves having his hair pulled on  ---  his scalp is very sensitive  ---  and loves being ridden / guided by his partner. (A sub? Possibly.) Very vocal lover, because he doesn’t try to hold anything back, and he’d love a partner who was the same way  (the neighbors would hate him if he wasn’t so friendly otherwise). Has a lot of stamina, and a lot of power...  but when he goes over the edge, he goes over the edge hard, and needs to grip his partner to anchor him on the way down. Passes out very quickly afterwards.

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

I’m not saying he wouldn’t try to write love poetry for a partner he’s head-over-heels with, ‘cause he’s exactly that level of corny...   I’m saying he shouldn’t. Lew isn’t...  bad with words, he’s just very blunt, in a way that sometimes hits like a rock over the head. His filter isn’t always there. He’s learned through experience that once words are out, there’s no taking them back, but he usually can’t help speaking his mind/feelings aloud anyways.

P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Someone who doesn’t take things too seriously. He’s attracted to bright personalities, warm laughs and beaming smiles; people who know how to laugh at themselves are endlessly attractive to him. Maybe someone with great hips (he’s crazy about hips). They’d have to have enough energy to keep up with him. Someone who he can take care of, but who will also treat him gently  ---   sometimes he just wants to feel someone’s hand stroking through his curls while being told that he’s good enough, that he’ll be alright, and his partner would need to be able to look past his strong surface and see that inner vulnerability. Someone who loves animals   ---   and if they’re small enough for him to pick up, amazing.

Q   :   QUESTION.   would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

Yes! Yes, absolutely, he’s going to propose, and he’d love to be the one to propose first. Actually, he’d lowkey start forming a plan about six months into the relationship. When it really gets serious, really starts going places...  that’s when his imagination sets to work. It starts hypothetically  ---  if he was going to ask, what would be the right way to do it? What would his partner like best? The thought lingers in his mind, a plan slowly but surely taking shape, until he finally buys the ring. Chuckler would let his partner choose the location, taking them to their favorite place, and find some way to slip the ring into something sweet  ---   if they go out for dinner, it’ll be dessert, but if they go for a stroll or somewhere exciting, he’ll make sure to get ice cream cones on the way back. Sure, there’s an off-chance that the ring could end up eaten, but...  risk vs reward, right?

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

Romantic to his core. Lew just...  isn’t good at the whole cynicism thing. He doesn’t have a bitter bone in his body. Plus, romancing just comes...  naturally to him? He’s not sophisticated about it, but he likes taking care of people, and has a talent for finding the color in mundane things. He’ll take his partner to a local firefly hotspot in the summer, or hide heart-shaped confetti inside a balloon and give it to them before popping it...  silly, exciting things that make them smile, which is all he could ask for.

S   :   SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

There was this cute little blonde girl in his third grade class, whose pigtails he always used to tug on (they were so bouncy!), till one day she reeled around and smacked him in the mouth. Ahh, young love.

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

Sure he does! He sees all those old couples married after so many years together, and still as in love as the day they met  ---  if that’s not true love, then what is? That’s the kind of love Lew longs for. Even when he’s old and his joints crack when he walks and he always smells kind of weird, someone who’ll still love him like they always have. A love that grows with you, instead of letting itself be outgrown.

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

...  no? A girl turned him down for a Valentine date once, but he figured she already had a date, so he wasn’t hurt. (Lew gets disappointed, but bounces back quickly. His brain is basically silly putty, it can stretch an excuse for anything.)

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

He loves it! A day just to go on dates, be romantic, and eat chocolate? What’s not to love? He’s made a game out of going store-to-store, trying to find the biggest stuffed animal, which he’ll then inevitably give as a gift to whoever will take it. (That’s why Leckie has a stuffed bear bigger than him sitting in his attic. No, he doesn’t want it, but no, he doesn’t know what the hell to do with it.)

W  :   WEDDING.   would your muse get married? why / why not?

Yes, of course! Even before he’s in a relationship, he knows for sure he wants to get married someday. He’s genuinely excited about it.

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

Sure, but not casually. If he has a pet name for his partner  ---  “baby” or “honey” being his favorites, he’ll only use them during teasing moments, or particularly intimate ones.

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

He does, but he’s not, like...  aggressive with it. Lew isn’t out here to kick anyone’s ass unless he needs to. Can they talk it out? Yeah, let’s do that first. Does someone need to be escorted off the premises for causing trouble? He can do that, he can be hella intimidating when he needs to be. As a rule, Lew won’t swing unless someone else throws the first punch...  but he won’t sit around like a stone if someone he loves is being threatened, either.

Z   :   ZZZ.   how many people has your muse slept with?

He’s no saint. This man’s got rock-hard abs and could lift another human being over his head with one hand. More people want to sleep with Lew than he has the energy to sleep with. 9 - 10 partners is a good estimate, but it might be higher. He honestly could not say.

[pixiemunsons]

harry holland alphabet

this is an apology for not uploading any one hundred years recently! i’m v sorry they are coming but i’ve had a lot of personal stuff going on right now. i hope you understand, and i’ll have the 1920s installment soon. until then, i hope you enjoy this

a = aftercare (how they are after sex)

so sweet and lovely, it’s like the second you finish he becomes a new person- he just wants to look after you and make you comfortable

b = body part (their favourite body part on them and you)

i feel like he really loves his own hair, like he never cuts it and i feel like he really enjoys when you play with it and pull it during sex

on you- harry is an ass guy and i will proclaim this until the end of time, boy loves resting his head on it, grabbing it, playing with it he just loves your ass okay

c = cum

harry would love to come inside you, whether it be your mouth or your pussy. he loves claiming you as his own, and thinks that that is the best way to do it

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

i don’t think you and harry would have that many secrets, but i think that he’d definitely keep it to himself that he wanted a threesome. not that he thinks you’d disagree- quite the opposite, actually. as much as he loves the idea of fucking you alongside another man, he’s way too possessive to ever let it happen

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing)

i don’t think he’d have been with loads of people before you, but definitely enough to know what he was doing and make you feel good

f = favorite position

i 100% think harry is an ass man so maybe doggy or missionary but with you on your front. i don’t think he’d be into reverse cowgirl but that’s only because i think he’d like to be in control

g = goofy (are they more serious or humorous in bed?)

harry would be serious until he had a reason not to be if you know what i mean? like i think he’d be really into it but if you accidentally hit heads or something you’d end up laughing and you’d have to stop for a minute

h = hair (how well groomed are they)

i think he’d be the same as anyone in any relationship, like keep it up for the first few months but i think as you become more comfortable with each other it wouldn’t be that much of a deal to either of you how either of you groomed really

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment)

i think he’d be really focused on getting you both off, honestly. i think he’d be really caring and sweet but that he’d want to finish you off before him every time, and i think he’d prefer it rough and hard

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i feel like harry would have to let you know whenever he jacked off, including sending you which photos of you he was using, the ideas he had for the next time he saw you and, on the odd occasion when he felt especially cheeky, he might send you a video of what he was doing

k = kinks

harry seems like someone who is very open in the bedroom, and is up for anything you want to try. however, i do feel like he’d be really into light bdsm stuff like spanking, hair pulling, light face slapping etc. his kink is honestly making sure you’re both enjoying it as much as possible

l = location

a n y w h e r e he feels like it. obviously, if you’re not into it, no big deal, but i think he’d try his luck anywhere. tom’s trailer, his living room, the back of the tour bus, a bar. most of all though, he’d just love having you in his bedroom, where no one will disturb you and you can go as long as you want

m = motivation (what turns them on)

he’s a young guy so i don’t think it would take much, but harry seems like the sort of person who gets turned on by a lot of non-sexual stuff as well as sexual things. for example, he’d love red lingerie and you biting your lip but he’d also love when you ran your hands through his hair or when you adjusted your jeans

n = no (something they wouldn’t do)

probably not any really intense kinky stuff. like i think he’d be really open to most stuff, but things like knife play and wax just don’t do it for him

o = oral (preferences in giving or receiving)

obviously most everyone prefers receiving oral, but i think harry would enjoy giving just as much. for him, there’s nothing hotter than knowing that you feel good and it’s all because of him

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

definitely sensual and caring, but rough and fast at the same time. i think harry would be very good at switching his style up, and adjusting to suit the mood of the sex, whether its a quickie or a long love making.

q = quickie

living with five other people in his house, the two of you get very used to quickies, grabbing a quick five minutes whilst everyone is out or ten minutes while they’re in the back garden. he’d always make up for the short sessions when you had more time though

r = risk

harry’s definitely the sort of boy that would fuck you with one hand over your mouth as he replies to his mother through his bedroom door and that is a hill i will die on. as i mentioned earlier, i also don’t think harry would care if you were in public, so he’s definitely a risk taker

s = stamina

depends on the situation. if you both want a quickie after not seeing each other for months, it would be a few minutes of really intense, passionate sex. However, if you wanted to spend time with each other and draw it all out, he could go for hours

t = toy

he’d probably find your toy by accident and he so intrigued by it that he’d want to use it straight away. like if you’d gone to grab some water and came back to find him sat on your bed with your vibrator in his lap, you’d probably blush bright red at first. that is, until he’d look up at you with a little smirk and ask for a demonstration

u = unfair

he doesn’t seem like he’d ever be unfair. he’d want you to enjoy every second as much as he did, and he never understood those boys who were okay knowing that their girl wasn’t happy with their sex life

v = volume

ya boy is LOUD. like, loud. even though you were constantly shushing him and telling him that the whole of london could probably hear him, he still kept up the volume. he knew you loved it secretly, even if it led to a few awkward moments with his brothers

w = wild card (get a random head canon)

can you imagine the first time you slept with him? you’d maybe been seeing each other a month or so, and you weren’t expecting much from the first time because it was never amazing with someone new. however, the first night you slept at his house is what some would call a sexual awakening. despite having previous sexual partners, the way harry used his tongue and fingers on you had you falling apart before he even got inside you. each orgasm would be punctuated with a cheeky smirk, and before you knew it, you were both hooked on each other

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

he EXHUDES big dick energy on a level seen in few. the way he speaks, smiles, talks, the way he holds himself. all these things honestly just lead me to believe he’s packing a good 7.5 up

y = yearning (how high is his sex drive)

like i said earlier, he’s a young man, barely out of his teen years really, so his sex drive is likely huge. wear his shirt? he wants to fuck. walk past him and wink? he wants to fuck. you could probably fold his laundry and he’d want to fuck

zzz = (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

you’d probably both fall asleep really quickly, because no matter how rough or gentle, fast or slow the sex is, it’s always really intense

bonus: he’s small spoon 90% of the time, because he just really loves a cuddle

[kpophours]

a very necessary guide to SF9

so. let’s talk about these underrated kings. be prepared for rambling. I just love them too much. my favorite boys, 10/10 would recommend stanning them.

some basic information

9 members (5 vocals, 4 rappers, 9 dancers and 9 visuals just stating the facts)

SF9 stands for Sensational Feeling 9

debuted on October 5, 2016 with Fanfare (still a BOP)

currently under FNC Entertainment and actually their first male dance group

their official fandom name is Fantasy (such a good name, honestly) and the official color is Fantasia Hologram (aka the  p r e t t i e s t).

debuted after winning a survival show called Dance or Band (they participated as the dance team; the band team debuted as Honeyst in 2017)

7 mini albums so far with RPM being their latest comeback 

... now onto the members (buckle up)!

Youngbin

Kim Youngbin, born on November 23, 1993

LeaderBin aka the Dad™

very charismatic, be prepared for some really intense eye contact (two words: stage presence)

rapper (highest rapping voice out of the four of them)

D A N C E R (a former 1MILLION dance studio trainee), so he‘s obviously 1/3 of sf9′s extremely talented dance line

also 1/3 of hyung line

cutest eye-smile (so soft) + cutest giggle™

rocked his red hair and looks amazing with slightly curled hair (do not fight me on this)

is tattooed (very  p r e t t y)

threatens everyone’s bias at least once

gives amazing (and unnecessary long) pep talks together with Jaeyoon (just let the other boys sleep, please)

gazes so, so fondly at all his members in pretty much every video (no, I will NOT cry)

Jaeyoon is his roommate and secret wife.

Inseong

Kim Inseong, born on July 12, 1993

the oldest (not mentally) aka the Grandpa™

main vocal (those HIGH NOTES, damn). extremely steady voice.

unique beauty. looks a bit like a desert fox (according to himself and everyone with a pair of functioning eyes).

1/3 of extra line (see and hear three loud idiots in all their videos? yep, that’s him ft. Jaeyoon and Dawon)

also 2/3 of hyung line

v e r y intelligent and educated (holds a degree in Journalism and Communication) but also stupid

owner of an extremely cute smile 

t h i g h s  i am not weak or biased at all

SF9’s designated English speaker (used to live in London for a year)

amazing winking-ability, 10/10 will leave you weak-kneed

King of Lies. he’ll probably never pass a lie detector test. but it’s okay we still love him.

is left-handed and really good at drawing

married to Jaeyoon (it‘s complicated).

Jaeyoon

Lee Jaeyoon, born on August 9, 1994

3/3 of hyung line

honey voice (aka OST King)

d i m p l e s.

blindingly white teeth. the most beautiful smile (canines!).

very proud of his hips and butt (as he should be).

his actual name is Ethan

likes to work out and is  f i t (he ended all Fantasies during rpm promotions, so thanks for that)

King of girl group dances and in charge of sexy (Zumba) dances

a  fuc ki ng  tease (again, rip all Fantasies during the UNIXERSE rpm stage)

2/3 of extra line (shares one brain cell with Inseong and Dawon. they don’t use it very often.)

had a pink undercut during the Mamma Mia era and probably made people cry with his outstanding beauty. again, i’m not biased at all

seems a bit shy and quiet at first. don’t be fooled. he is loud and will come for you.

married to both Inseong and Youngbin.

Dawon

Lee Sanghyuk, born on July 24, 1995

oh boy... such a bundle of utter chaos.

e x t r a (3/3 of extra line and probably their President™)

hear something loud and annoying in the background? it’s probably (most definitely) Dawon (helped by the other 2/3 of extra line)

a unique and beautiful voice (he needs more lines or else I’ll throw hands) - rapping, singing, screaming, he can do it all.

a fucking tease 2.0 (seriously, he and Jaeyoon need to be stopped)

Bruce Lee impressions on point

has tattoos

such a meme-face but also so handsome, like H O W

looks amazing and so soft with curly hair must protect

had so many different hair styles during their Mamma Mia promotions, rip his hair (and rip to all new Fantasies trying to keep track lol)

actually very soft. cried when Inseong surprised them during their UNIXERSE concert (which our Grandpa couldn’t participate in due to an injury)

likes to bully Taeyang.

Zuho

Baek Juho, born on July 4, 1996

Mr. Deep Ass Voice™

“my nose is my swag“

such a good dancer, definitely underappreciated. 

looks intimidating at first, but is actually the softest (d u a l i t y)

the best cat dad (Huru has yet to accept his undying love for him though)

composes/produces own songs (@FNC: please, I’m b e g g i n g you to finally put Champagne on an album) and writes lyrics for a lot of sf9′s songs

didn‘t participate in most of their Enough promotions due to his (still ongoing) back problems (#FNCletZuhoRestChallenge2019)

a dork and meme and honestly just so, so cute and lovable

social butterfly (seriously, he‘s friends with literally e v e r y idol out there)

composed a (love) letter to Fantasy while driving a car with Hwiyoung, Taeyang and Dawon sleeping in the passenger and backseat yes I cried

a scaredy cat (ran away and left his members behind when he got scared by a staff member during their Trip with Fantasy)

Rowoon

Kim Seokwoo, born on August 7, 1996

yes he‘s a Tree™. is made up of 90% unnecessary long legs.

main vocal 2.0

1/2 of actor line

very handsome, I know (but he‘s so much more than just his good looks)

a devoted mom of 8

loves all Chanis and not-Chanis equally

almost had a mental breakdown because he managed to hit Chani’s face with a football which resulted in his precious maknae getting a nosebleed

always hugging and kissing and generally just smothering all members with his endless love and affection (especially Chani)

(t) h o t  and knows it (very shy with fanboys though)

has literally only one selfie angle he uses rigorously  

his One True Talent™ is staring sexily into the camera and doing nothing else because yes, he’s just that handsome

tries to be funny and fails most of the time, but he‘s cute so it’s okay.

Taeyang

Yoo Taeyang, born on February 28, 1997

undercover main vocal (has almost as many lines as Inseong and Rowoon)

best dancer, period. his entire body is probably made out of water. such. fluid. moves. - 2/3 of dance line, often in charge of choreographies.

also 1/3 of maknae line

speaks in ᵀᴵᴺʸ ᶠᴼᴺᵀ 

the literal Sun™, his smile has healing properties.

has great hair and pushes it back a lot during his dance moves

a flower boy (literally. wanted to become a florist before debuting as an idol)

looks a bit like Lee Dongwook aka The Reaper from Goblin

you think he‘s soft? uh, sure, yeah. but is also s a v a g e (the personification of that then perish meme)

has a... unique way of drying his hair (ask Dawon, he‘ll show you. even if you don’t want him to, Dawon will show you)

gets bullied by Dawon. bullies him back. very spot-on impressions of Mr. Extraness (as seen on their Weekly Idol episode)

soulmates and married to Hwiyoung, I don’t make the rules.

Hwiyoung

Kim Youngkyun, born May 11, 1999

rapper and Mr. Charismatic™

yes he is that guy from their Now or Never mv 

looks bad-ass but is a certified baby boy (2/3 of maknae line)

cute without trying and is actually a cat

has literally the best gummy smile which he used to hide behind his hands (but his hyungs encouraged him so much and now he smiles openly, I am not crying, you are)

grew up so suddenly and had long hair out of nowhere and left everyone sh o ok (should definitely be in a shampoo commercial)

composes songs. put one on SoundCloud just very recently. writes lyrics for a lot of sf9′s songs.

cried during their survival show when he got scolded for continuing to mess up the choreography and had to be hugged by Youngbin (who really is the best dad™)

King of the Cleopatra game thanks to his dolphin screams should probably be part of vocal line

pretended to not recognize his soulmate and roommate aka Taeyang when he had to guess his members from their hands while wearing a blindfold. Taeyang will probably never recover from this betrayal and is most definitely still whining about it.

Chani

Kang Chanhee, born on January 17, 2000

deep ass voice 2.0

d a n c e r (his little solo dance in Now or Never will forever be superior), 3/3 of dance line

Evil Maknae™ (3/3 of maknae line)

2/2 of actor line (yes he‘s that boy from Sky Castle)

speaks fluent duck

Taemin‘s Nº fanboy (literally knows his blood type, like... wow okay)

can‘t remember any of the members birthdays (he actually thought Youngbin was born in August when his birthday is literally in the middle of Winter. Leaderbin was hurt).

always looks like a smol bean, but everyone else is just ridiculously tall

had bright orange hair once only for about one second though lol

constantly smothered with love and hugs from Rowoon and pretends to hates it

has all his hyungs wrapped around his finger and knows it (they‘re all whipped for him, especially when he’s doing aegyo)

has a lot of hair aka (my favorite) coconut head (#freehisforehead2019)

looks expressionless and tired 24/7 (a whole mood and true gen z)

some videos to watch

all of their mv’s of course

literally every comeback stage

the suit versions of Now or Never and RPM

the ghost prank/horror version of Now or Never (I cried laughing) 

this really cute Dingo Music version of Enough 

basically all their dance practices, but especially K.O. (we all know they should have gone viral with that choreography)

their adorable pajama version of Different

them performing RPM on a treadmill (Chani is a mood™ and Inseong’s grandpa waddle is so cute)

these stunning acoustic versions of their songs brought to you by 2/3 of extra line + The Tree™

their kcon New York 2019 performance (+ their cover of Love Shot)

their reality show Trip with Fantasy 

them dancing to O Sole Mio ft. Ostriches

their episodes on Weekly Idol and Idol Room

their girl group cover dance battle on Weekly Idol (ft. Cross Gene)

Rowoon and Inseong on Masked Singer

Dawon on Weekly Idol as part of the Masked Idol segment

the Now or Never choreography ft. dance line and the 1MILLION dance crew

them covering BTS’ Boy in Luv + EXO’s Call Me Baby

the Idol Dance Cover Challenge of Love Shot (ft. Astro, The Boyz and CIX)

this interview (I mean, that title alone... lol)

those are just a few of my favorite videos - there’s so much more content out there, so you’ll definitely never starve, lol.

I could literally ramble on about these nine incredible men for hours on end. 

But this will be the end of my guide (it’s long enough already, lol).

Stan SF9 for (clear skin and good grades) nine hard-working and so, so talented individuals with amazing voices, incredible dance moves, outstanding visuals, chaotic energies and a lot of meme-worthiness.

You won’t regret it, I promise.

(Don’t worry, Rowoon(’s face) is okay).

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I rise from the dead to write some janto cute for @blipintiime​.

                        Torchwood don’t stray  F A R  from Cardiff. They’re quite content with their little pocket of the universe that seems to have more problems than anywhere else on earth, thank you very much. Cardiff and its surrounding areas at a push. SWANSEA, maybe? Either way. Never far. Never for long. 

Until tonight. It’s not a full team mission. It might be. The others are on back up - though lord knows if the M4 was anything to go by it would take them hours to get here if they called - but primarily they’re on their own. Not a problem for them, of COURSE. Torchwood is still Torchwood no matter the quantity. However, Jack and Ianto have found themselves nestled somewhere in the flatlands of Norfolk. It’s not too unlike Wales. There’s a  s i m i l a r  amount of sheep. It’s quite a lot flatter though. And the sign posts aren’t in two languages. 

Safe to say though, Norfolk isn’t somewhere close to Wales. No, it finds itself on the opposite side of the United Kingdom in fact. Far, far away from their beds. Not to worry, because Jack’s booked them a room in a LOVELY bed and breakfast nearby to their mysterious alien sightings.

It’s late when the two of them traipse in that night. They’ve been on the hunt for their suspected creature, on their feet, tracing signs and signals galore but as of yet... no luck. All Jack really wants to go to bed and rest. He’s  i m m o r t a l.  Doesn't need to sleep to survive but recently his body has gotten used to sleeping more nights often than not with his partner. He finds his body has fallen into SOMEWHAT of a pattern, requiring to go to bed at a certain time of night each and every night. It’s nice, almost. 

So Jack checks them in, ignoring the look the elderly woman on the desk seems to give them. Out in the countryside their opinions probably  D I F F E R.  Twenty first century humans and their aversion to anything slightly out of the norm. Just because two guys are sharing one bed doesn’t mea--

As the door swings open, Jack’s train of thought promptly comes to an end.

                                                 Oh.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Right.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                

                                                                                    That’s why she was staring at them.

Jack already KNOWS this is the last time he gets to do anything organisational before a mission away. Before them, in this quaint little cottage style hotel is one singular, somehow smaller than their original bed in the Hub, bed. It’s  T I N Y,  made up with a lovely looking duvet he must admit and what could possibly be the comfiest, most   e n t i c i n g  looking mattress he’s EVER seen.

                         “Well.” Jack starts as he cocks an eyebrow. A slight wiggle of the head in what seems to be deliberation as he drops his rucksack onto the ground. “Time to cosy up?” He says, gaze turning to Ianto quite quickly. Jack has very little problems with this scenario - of course. 

A wink and Jack’s already taking off his coat and slinging it HAPHAZARDLY over the chair in the corner of the room. He’s sure he can feel Ianto’s eye roll burn into the back of his head while his back is turned. It’s a cute place though, they  h a v e  to admit. Wooden floorboards and beams running across the ceiling. A tiny window with shutters on the outside and a quaint armchair with a lovely lace cushion to match. It’s sweet. 

The captain sits on the edge of the bed and kicks off his shoes. He’s not tidy at the best of times but when he’s TIRED, he’s almost ten times worse. Those shoes stay wherever they’ve landed. Jack will find them in the morning. And instead his fingers will find the buttons of his shirt. 

                       “Takes me back to the OLD days.” He says, the way someone would start a story that took place perhaps a decade ago. Jack however is talking only a couple of months. He refers to   T H E I R  old bed. Jack’s tiny quarters inside the Hub, only really made for one. They’d moved to a bigger room a little while ago now. A normal double bed available and enough room to live comfortably as a pair. It had signified the beginning of a PROPER relationship if nothing else. 

Once Jack is undressed, deciding to spend the night simply in his boxers - he lays himself down. He watches as Ianto approaches the bed, and see’s the way his boyfriend attempts to formulate a PLAN. The cogs are visible as they whir in his brain and try to find the best way to fit themselves in this bed. After a few moments Jack becomes impatient. 

A hand sticks out from the bed, fingers wrapping around Ianto’s wrist and with a swift TUG, pulls the younger man on top of him completely. Jack grins up at his welshman, eyes lighting up mischievously despite the exhaustion behind them. It takes a  m o m e n t  more of wriggling before Jack has to the duvet comfortably on top of them both.

                       “Seemed like it was the ONLY way, don’t you think?” Jack teases lightly. 

This is not the first time the two had navigated a too small bed. The Hub had provided it’s challenges for the first month or so of their relationship. The two are more than USED to these kinds of sleeping arrangements 

They chat for a while. A few quips here and there about Jack’s LACK of ability to do much of anything right unless it’s taking down an alien species. Jack watches the way that Ianto’s eye crinkle at the edges as he smiles. Takes in the way his eyes shine in such the brightest of blues. Feels how Ianto’s heart beats in TANDEM with his own as the welshman lays across his chest. 

After a while, the pair have grown silent. The lights have been turned off and there’s little movement from the man on top of him.

                       “Asleep?” Jack whispers into the darkness. He wouldn’t be surprised if he were.

“No.” Ianto answers in return. Jack feels his head shift against his shoulder, obviously looking up towards his partner in some capacity. 

                       BLINDLY, the captain moves his hand slowly, until fingers connect with soft skin of Ianto’s cheek. He slides them across gently,  e n c o m p a s s i n g  his boyfriend's face after a moment and drawing him in.

The kiss that follows is soft and tender. Lips graze against each in what feels like slow motion as they take breaths at the PERFECT moments and meet once again without confusion. Jack, in the dark, can take every moment to simply memorise how Ianto FEELS against his body rather than how he looks.

                                   THOUGH THAT’S PRETTY PERFECT TOO.

There’s a weight against his chest of Ianto’s body on top of his own that grounds him so perfectly. Their legs have TANGLED together without meaning too. Jack’s arms have found themselves crossed and draped over his boyfriend’s back. Once they break apart as a gently as they have come together, Ianto’s hair  t i c k l e s  Jack’s nose as his head goes down, and there’s a nose that doesn’t belong to him, pushed into the crook of his neck. 

Jack will, in his DARKEST moments, remember this night. 

And, as he feels the Welshman grow a little heavier against him as sleep takes a hold, he will remember not what it felt like to LOVE Ianto Jones - but what it felt like to be loved BY him. 

                                               A perfect man.

                                                                                               HIS perfect man. 

[undeadwicchan]

Rewatching RWBY: Volume 1, Episodes 6-10 [Live Blog]

The second half of Volume 1, and yes if you combine the parts. Volume 1 is actually only 10 episodes long.

[Episode 6]

I know it’s first volume and the budget isn’t as big as it is now, but Ruby’s arms in her uniform are unusually long.

Blake is actually somewhat OOC during the ‘Banzai’ then again, Blake is one of Miles’s hardest characters to write and it’s Volume 1 so…

Omg that Achievement Hunter poster

It’s always the quiet ones hehe.

I don’t understand why Ruby would cut the curtain to this very day unless it was an accident.

Weiss is womanlet compared to Yang omg.

Oh right, JNPR’s room is right across from RWBY’s!

“Remember when STRQ was late to class? Good times”

Okay so who is that guy with the black hair and green shirt?!

Also hello Port!

Yeah just yell at Ruby while Yang and Blake were cheering too lmao.

“Sheesh what’s with her,” tell me about it.

“Ozpin made a mistake” Oh hell no.

“My ‘Ruby is having a conflict with herself or with someone’ senses are tingling” - Ozpin, probably.

I love Ryan voicing Port omg.

“I have made more mistakes than any man, woman, and child on this planet” can we talk about how tired and sad Ozma sounds here? Yes, I strongly believe that this is Ozma in control talking to Ruby.

Boy I wonder how that opinion that Port has of Ozpin is going to change now…

You tell her Port.

Yeah, you see Weiss. Ruby is working very hard. Baby girl is doing her best and that’s all that matters. ;v;

HHHhhhhh Weiss is so sweet omg

And now it’s time for probably  the most skipped on and criticized arc in the series. Jaundice.

[Episode 7]

Now isn’t that some alluding regarding the characters they’re based off of.

So it’s been a considerable amount of weeks and a few months before the Vytal Festival kinda sorta starts. Interesting.

Omg Ren’s and Nora’s story telling.

Ruby and Pyrrha are on the same wavelength regarding their concern for Jaune

I WILL 1v4 YOU TEAM CRDL IF YOU CONTINUE TO BULLY VELVET.

Oh my god, I know it’s for comedy relief but, that’s kinda messed up Cardin would send Jaune trapped in a locker flying.

Cardin. You. Me. 1v1 now. You dare hurt the Bun?! Speaking of, I know Velvet’s teammates designs aren’t completed, but they would kick Cardin and his team’s ass.

“It must be hard to be a faunus” Yeah… Looking at how shitty society treated Adam and Ilia, it is not much of a brainer.

OOBLECK!

Aw poor baby is so hesitant to speak out about the discrimination she faced as a faunus :c

C’mon Jaune….

Oh man, Adam would just… have a field day with the way Cardin would show his disgust over the faunus .

YES BLAKE. GO PYRRHA. TEAR THAT MAN APART AND DRAG HIM

I wish I had a teacher like Oobleck back during my days of High School.

“You know, I really will break his legs” please do Pyrrha.

...F...Forever Fall is that you I hear? ;v;

I’m sorry guys, but the lyric version of Forever Fall messed me up so much, that if I hear it I start to tear up a bit…

Pyrrha deserves the world god damn it.

This arc does give some perspective on Jaune’s character and how he can grow. I actually love the Jaunedice arc.

SCREW OFF CARDIN.

[Episode 8]

I can’t even blame Pyrrha for being mad and disappointed with Jaune here.

I love this moment between Ruby and Jaune, they’re very supportive of each other and I really like they let each other lean on the other’s shoulder if needed to be. Lancaster man…

C’mon Jaune…

Okay. So we got a tease of Forever Fall in Maya via Adam and Blake shorts but, I really hope we see the forest again!

Pfftttt Nora.

How did Glynda not notice that box of wasps?

You hurt Pyrrha. I hurt you.

Don’t do it….

Yeah Jaune!

Oh no Jaune!

LMAO

Oh because I’m watching on the blu-ray it contains the bonus scene of Nora stealing Pyrrha’s collected sap.

YEAH JAUNE!

Cardin deserved that one.

“Time to save the boyfriend.”  - Pyrrha and Ruby, probably.

Go Jaune, go!

I’ll give Cardin this. He actually does keep Jaune’s secret a secret.

*cries internally* God damn Forever Fall…

Ah, there’s that smile from Pyrrha.

And so begins Jaune’s training arc.

[Episode 9]

Alright the Vytal Festival is coming!

Weiss being excited is so precious.

And so begins the Blake vs Weiss arc.

That’s racist, Weiss.

S U N. MY SUNNY BOI.

I miss him having gray eyes omg.

Okay so, Sun winked at Blake. An angelic choir suddenly starts playing and it makes it seem like Sun is introduced as Blake’s future love interest.

Blake looks like he took her breath away or just confused or both.

P E N N Y. MY BABY GIRL.

FRIEND.

Asdfghjkl I miss Penny omg. ;v;

“It’s a combat skirt” iconic.

Where did she find the time to draw that picture of Sun lmao

God damn it Weiss. That’s rude af.

I can feel the discomfort from here too…

“There’s no such thing as pure evil,” now if only a certain part of the FNDM can be aware of that….

Weiss’s anger is valid, but she shouldn’t be generalizing all faunus with the same mind set like that….

Damn, Adam managed to steal an entire train worth of dust even after Blake left all on his own?

Speaking of Adam, he indirectly caused Weiss to have a difficult childhood, I hope people remember that.

“Well maybe we were just tired of being pushed around!” How many do you want to bet Adam said the same thing…

I always wondered if there was a connection between the Faunus and the Grimm….

Awww Volume 1’s purple ears.

And so the S.S. Blacksun sails.

Jfc Weiss

In the manga it’s only been a like not even a full day, but here it’s been two days that Sun has been with Blake.

[Episode 10]

Sun’s disgust over the White Fang is interesting tbh like did he ever encounter them in Vacuo or Mistral?

The only time you see Blake with brown hair.

Okay so… the silhouette on the right…. That looks… an awfully a lot like Adam if you get rid of that tail…

Ffs Weiss….

That slow realization lmao.

What great teammates they are lmao

Sun is great here, he tries to help whenever he can.

Yang is still thinking about Weiss’s words, “Is she innocent?” “She’s our teammate we have to at least talk to her…”

Some nice insight….

Touche.

Yikes, Roman is pretty racist towards them too.

Battle time!!

Man Roman’s dialogue is so witty I love it.

GUN CHUCKS. GUN CHUCKS.

Sun has one of the best fighting styles, but I imagine it’s a pain in the ass to animate it though.

“You hurt my friend, now you’ll pay”

Get em’ Penny!!

Rip those members of the White Fang. Seriously how does Adam manage to bullshit his way into making them help Roman still after this.

“Kinda cute” Bless Ruby

Weiss get some off screen development

And Blake… finally is starting to get her wings… *cries*

How is Ozpin is getting that kind of live feed?

Wings plays and the credits roll for this volume…

But wait there’s more!

Volume 1 Mercury and Emerald look wack. I’m glad they look so much better in Volume 2!

And that’s Volume 1, and now onto Volume 2…. Where the bees start really buzzing since… I hardly could spot a thing for Yang and Blake except during their initiation in Volume 1 and Yang wanting to be understanding. In contrast to where Blake and Sun have established a friendship.  But, Volume 2 hoo boy… Buzz buzz.

Buzz.

[berry-cat7]

Pants Are Optional

Ao no Exorcist

G Rating

No pairings

Fluff and Humour

1,876 words

Summary: It’s a hot day, so Rin comes to cram school without pants. And before you know it, it’s the new fad. (Or, Rin can’t be bothered with heteronormative bullshit and friends are supportive)

AO3 or Fanfic.net

It was hot today. Not just hot, but humid and that was the worst type of weather to be cooped up in a room with no air-conditioning while wearing layers of the school uniform. Even Yukio, ever the stickler for protocol had left his black exorcist coat draped over the back of his chair, revealing his crisp white button-up shirt that was usually hidden underneath and rolled up its sleeves. “It’s so hoooot!” Groaned Shima as he slumped further over the back of his chair, putting his neck at an uncomfortable angle but he didn’t seem to have the energy to fix it.

Konekomaru dropped his head to his desk as he grumbled “Shut up Shima, we know.”

Suguro was straightening this things on his desk when he noticed someone was missing. “Where’s that blue monkey? There’s only two minutes until class starts.”

“Man, it must be great being bald right now Koneko.” Said Shima as he tried to fan himself.

Konekomaru sat himself upright as he said “I have a hair clipper back at the dorm if you’re so jealous, I’ll do a good job. Bon can vouch for me.” Shima covered his head as if he had the clippers at hand. “I’m joking, I love my hair!”

While this was happening, Shiemi glanced at the classroom door worriedly. “Rin better hurry, class is about to start…I hope he’s not in trouble.”

Even Yukio was watching the clock, getting ready to shut the door the moment the bell started chiming. Honestly, in their opinion he almost seemed looking forward to forcing his brother to grovel in order to be granted entrance and getting to hand out an extra assignment as punishment.

Izumo scoffed at her concern, “I’m sure he’s just-“ Izumo paused and tilted her head thought. “Can you hear that?”

Shima perked up, “Yeah, it’s the sound of my heart beating for y-ack!“ He started before Bon smacked him upside the head.

“Shut up Shima, I’m trying to listen.” He grumbled as he concentrated. At first all they could hear were rapid footsteps that were increasing in volume, suggesting the person was drawing nearer. Then, this person started a rapid chant of ‘waitwaitwait!’ with a voice that could only belong to Rin.

The exwires struggled to contain their laughter as Rin drew closer in a frantic scramble, and then slid right past the door right as the bell rang. It gave them a glance of him speeding by, arms wind milling hazardously as he tried not to fall on his back from the sudden stop. He then grabbed the door frame with enough inhuman strength enough to leave an imprint of his hand as he pulled himself together. He poked his head through the doorway and hardly had enough breath to say “I…I’m on…time! I…I have a note! Stupid…teacher was…f-…fighting with me! Oh dear lord, it hurts!” He wheezed. Yet after sucking in a deep breath he drew himself upright and walked into the classroom.

“What the hell Okumura?!” Bon shouted.

“What? Is there something on my face?” Rin asked as he rubbed around his mouth.

“No you dumbass, you’re wearing a skirt! What happened to your pants!?”

“Oh,” Rin said with surprise and looked down at himself, as if he hadn’t even noticed the pink article of clothing. “It’s hot out.” He said with such an honest look on his face that Bon had to look away and cover his red face with one hand.

“Nice legs Okumura!” Teased Konekomaru as Rin walked to his desk.

“Mm, I’m jealous.” Shiemi added with a giggle.

Yet Rin took all the heckling in stride and sent them a wink and a thumbs up.

“You still didn’t explain why you’re in a skirt. Is that even allowed?” Asked Bon once he’d calmed down.

Rin twisted around in his seat. “Ah, I said it’s hot didn’t I?” he repeated in confusion.

“What’s that supposed to mean you stupid monkey!?”

“Pants are stuffy and constricting, skirts have much more circulation!” Rin shouted right back.

Yukio really should’ve reigned them in a while ago but it was a Friday and it was hot, so no one felt like working. Class could start a bit late just this once.

“Don’t you have any shame!?”

“What’s shameful about wearing a skirt, you stupid rooster!”

“My hair is just black and I have an undercut now, you dumbass candle!”

“Stupid coconut!”

“Haaaah?!”

“Will you idiots take it down a notch, there’s nothing wrong with wearing a skirt.” Interrupted Izumo.

“I think Rin looks cute.” Agreed shiemi.

In response, he made a pathetic sounding little squeal and put his head on his desk. Yet it was futile when they could see how red his pointed ears were and see the heat rising off of his head, just shy of igniting.

“You said you had a note?” Asked Yukio as he extended an open hand towards his brother.

“Well two actually. One from Mephisto and the other from my Lit. teacher who kept me after the bell.” Said Rin as he handed over two neatly folded pieces of paper. Though it was easy to tell which was from Mephisto when one of them was pink with an ornate lacy pattern when the other was plain lined paper.

“Mephisto? Why do you have a note from him?” Asked Suguro with a well-earned amount of suspicion. Now everyone’s caution was raised as they started at the note under a new light, as if the sheet would turn into Mephisto himself in a poof of smoke.

They’d seen him do more impossible things.

“Don’t worry guys, it’s not explosive or something. It’s just backing me up on my rights to wear the skirt, since I knew I’d get some trouble from some teachers. Though I did have to promise to cosplay as Sailor Mercury in order to get it…he even made me say the catch phrase…” He grumbled that last bit but they heard it anyways.

“Wh-what, ’In the name of the moon I punish you’?” Shima snickered.

“That’s Sailor Moon stupid, Sailor Mercury says ‘Protected by Mercury, the planet of water, Guardian of Wisdom, Sailor Mercury! Douse yourself in water, and repent!’” Recited Izumo flawlessly, causing everyone to gape at her. “E-Er, P-Paku really loved Sailor Moon so she made me watch it too!” She defended with a blush.

“Yeah, that. If nothing else, he loves his irony.” Continued Rin. “And the other one just explains that I was held back and not just untimely.”

Konekomaru tilted his head curiously as a thought came to him. “Not to be rude, but were you made fun of today?” He asked.

“Not to my face. Everyone’s too scared to do something like that because they think I’m some kind of delinquent. They were definitely staring and gossiping, but it’s nothing I’m not used to.” He said casually, and it put a bit of a damper on everyone’s mood to remember that Rin used to being ostracized and they were the exception.

“Hmpf, well a majority of the student body are just bigoted rich idiots so it’s not like their opinions matter.” Scoffed Izumo, causing Rin to positively beam in her direction.

“Aw shucks, thanks Izumo!”

“Alright, we’ve messed around enough.” Said Yukio, effectively drawing their conversation to a close. “It’s time for class, we’ll just be doing review today.”

Monday’s weather conditions were just as miserable as last weeks, sweltering heat and dense air. Just like Friday, Rin strolled in with a skirt but this time he was five minutes early. In fact he noted he arrived before the Kyoto Trio.

“Huh, it’s not like Coconut Baldy to be late.” Rin mused as he took his seat. Yukio already had the lesson plan written on the board in his neat print, and he was sitting at his desk presumably going over his notes for today’s class.

“I’m sure he’s busy keeping Shima out of trouble, or waiting for Konekomaru to leave a cat he found.” Reasoned Shiemi.

“Yo!” Their attention was pulled to the doorway by Shima’s greeting, where he seemed to be posing for them.

Said teen was then shoved into the classroom by Suguro, who was standing behind him with Konekomaru. “Hurry up, before we’re late.”

Rin asked with a scowl when he noticed something very different about their school attire. “Haaa? You guys making fun of me?”

“Pfft, not everything’s about you Okumura.” Grumbled Bon as they took their seats.

“Yeah, it’s hot out and you just reminded us that we still had those skirts from when we investigated that haunted bathroom.” Added Konekomaru.

Shima giggled, “I feel half naked.” Which pulled an uncomfortable expression from everyone.

“Yeeeah…ignore him. We didn’t have half as much courage as you, so we just changed into these in one of the abandoned classrooms down the hall and came in.” Explained Konekomaru.

“These stupid socks keep slipping.” Muttered Suguro as he tugged them back up.

Rin chuckled, but then drew his face into an uncharacteristically serious expression, “But really, I know skirts aren’t your style. So why?”

To Rin’s surprise, Bon’s face turned pink as he said “It was Shima’s idea.”

Shima sheepishly scratched the back of his head. “I felt kinda bummed when you said you were used to people badmouthing you, and generally getting a hard time so I though…”

“We just wanted to show our support…unless we’ve offended you?” Finished Konekomaru hesitantly.

“Oh.” Was all Rin could say for a moment. “No! I’m really touched guys! I’ve…you really didn’t need to.” He said softly.

“What are friends for?” Suguro said with a grin.

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧BONUS*:･ﾟ✧

Shima watch the fabric twirl around his thighs as he shook his hips to and fro. “Damn these are great.” He said with a grin.

“I know right?” Rin himself did a twirl to emphasize. Shiemi bubbled with laughter as she watched them dance around. “I still like kimonos but skirts are a lot of fun.”

“You guys are being ridiculous.” Yet Izumo’s tone lacked any malice, which gave Shiemi the idea to grab her by the hands and spin around with her. “St-Stop!”

As Rin looked around, he noticed one person wasn’t a part of the group. “Oi, Yukio get up! You’ve been at your desk all class, I don’t have a skirt here for you but-“

“No need. Konekomaru emailed me about their idea.” He said as he stood up and walked out from behind his desk.

“Yuki!?” Shiemi cried out in shock, even letting go of Izumo who almost fell from the abrupt stop. Yukio was matching the group with his Mephisto Pink skirt but had chosen to wear black tights rather than knee socks.

“Lookin’ good Sensei.” Said Shima with a wink.

“Ni-san…I know I haven’t been that supportive lately and I want that to change. I’m here for you.” He said solemnly.

“Spotty Four Eyes…” Rin was tearing up at the proclamation. “Come ‘ere!” He yelled before scooping him up and a hug, physically lifting him and spinning around.

“N-Ni-san! Put me down!”

“Never shitty four eyes!”

Suguro growled as he pulled up his socks again. “Damn, I should’ve got tights.”

[mayorgalvan]

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Uploaded on Mar 11, 2009 Music video by Pat Benatar performing Love Is A Battlefield. SHOW MORE COMMENTS • 6,539 Default profile photo Add a public comment... Top comments Jay-Mo Productions Jay-Mo Productions1 year ago (edited) 13 going on 30 Reply 403     View all 22 replies kalese turknett kalese turknett1 year ago (edited) yup , i remember watching that movie over & over. i just all of a sudden remembered this song tho. Reply 8     Carlos Campos Carlos Campos7 months ago (edited) Why cant real life have dance sequences :) Reply 337     View all 14 replies THEPLANETEARTH THEPLANETEARTH6 months ago (edited) i grew up in the wrong generation -_- Reply 328     View all 58 replies Leanna Leon Leanna Leon1 month ago (edited) THEPLANETEARTH Reply 1     Sienna Solis Sienna Solis1 month ago (edited) yep me to BUT I LOVE IT!!!!! Reply     Roxy Jones Roxy Jones1 month ago 13 Going On to 30 anyone??? Reply 332     View all 19 replies mike bethune mike bethune3 days ago no 53 going on 18 Reply 3     tobagotb10 tobagotb102 days ago +mike bethune Me too. Anyone born in 1963 have seen some wonderful times, as in ever! Reply     Webbie Webbie7 months ago (edited) sucks when your 40 years old and your parents kick you out Reply 302     View all 37 replies jen d jen d1 month ago (edited) Give it 30-odd years, you'll look back on the new photo you show and your kids will think she looks odd and grandmotherly as well. Say she's 18, she'll be 48. Times move fast. Reply 1     Ken Pudsey Ken Pudsey1 month ago (edited) jen d -yeah,they move to fast jen-way to fast! Reply     dakota hunter dakota hunter6 months ago (edited) who here from the movie 13 going on 30 Reply 189     View all 6 replies A person A person3 months ago (edited) dakota hunter 100th to like it Reply 4     Roger Longsword Roger Longsword3 months ago (edited) "Look, shes running away from home and shes only thirty"  Beavis and Butthead Reply 156     View all 8 replies Gabriele Angel King Gabriele Angel King1 month ago (edited) she is the arm of God maggot she can burn you and break you with a wink who the fuck are you maggots faggots why you a suck; a fucking dink go fuck yourself piece of shit I only lighten up what ya cant get, faggots Read more Reply     Gabriele Angel King Gabriele Angel King1 month ago (edited) Turd hoe the Perrier faggot once famously said the government has no business in my bed. now, they have laws and do not keep them they have doc trains but do not practice them they have law and order, but murder and deceit are them. they make statements with double speak, 1984 baby, they are weak. maggots and faggots Know this, it is who I am, I dont know them why do they want to know me. I have no desire to be king over them nor do they get to over rule me I have done nothing but the right to defend my family in this sacred fight I have done nothing they did not build so they delight in their death, then grind me at their mill. fuck them, fuck their laws, fuck you, divergent are the draws everywhere i go, i see through the shadows, I see you reel inwardly people still have a innate law, and they have the deals they will fight back and hang a murdering priest, got the wheels. who is Jesus, ask me if i fucking care preacher wolf over there what the fuck you doing raping children in your lair? who the fuck are these no minded bots? who are these half breed maggots with no original thoughts? Ask me if i wanna be your king and I will say, put their heads in a sling and throw them over the ole boys wall watch the maggots as they crawl

I dont wanna be king over some fucking losers and war bruisers I wanna be the King of angels, and humanity is a bunch of losers and I hate these maggots cause their soul has died you been judged maggots, deep greene fried. Read more Reply     susub75 susub757 months ago (edited) No wonder her father kicked her out, she was 30 when this single was released! Time to stand on your own feet! Reply 127     View all 12 replies Salvador Elias Salvador Elias2 months ago (edited) susub75 you made me laugh so hard Reply 2     Jeffrey Hinkle Jeffrey Hinkle2 months ago (edited) Goddam it!  She's out there SOMEwhere!  Somethin' LEEEADS to HER! Reply     MrPeterpiper1969 MrPeterpiper19694 months ago (edited) What a talent. What a song. And what a drop dead gorgeous singer. Pat Benatar rocks in every way. Reply 115     View all 4 replies Jennifer Fields Jennifer Fields2 months ago (edited) +Charles Toporzycki  wth that mean Reply 1     Mc Shaggy TEORIAS DE DRAGON BALL Mc Shaggy TEORIAS DE DRAGON BALL1 month ago (edited) Yeah fuck JB , OD and those fags Reply 3     Rusty Shackleford Rusty Shackleford1 year ago (edited) A lovely song about a girl who leaves home to become the head hooker. Only to find herself oppressed in a brothel she calls a love battlefield. She will now have to do the impossible and lead her comrades on a dance off to freedom. Will she succeed? Only her pimp can tell... Reply 305     View all 37 replies 3prettyvacant 3prettyvacant11 months ago (edited) Scary what can happen on here........ Reply     James Smith James Smith1 month ago (edited) left the IC behind to comment on pat benatar videos on youtube? Reply     Jamal Rana Jamal Rana6 months ago (edited) Who came here after the X factor uk tonight Reply 100     View all 11 replies XGemskiX XGemskiX5 months ago (edited) I equally love both versions (: Reply 6     Rian Sama Rian Sama3 months ago (edited) kiddo and I are cooking fine with no mom... and better cooks for it. :( still i feel so alone.... 30 years ago... i missed the boat... Reply 3     Steve T Steve T6 months ago (edited) sada vadooooooo Reply 90     View all 10 replies charley schoute charley schoute4 months ago (edited) Stairs and flowers skinny puppy Reply     teichiq teichiq2 months ago (edited) acdc Reply     mark grierson mark grierson1 month ago how 80s !! loved that decade Reply 107     View all 8 replies Device Factor Device Factor1 week ago Jane G Seda me to. I'm 32 I make music in the style of the decade, but wish I could've been born earlier.. Reply 2     Device Factor Device Factor1 week ago it's as if we've become boring and flat.. compared to then Reply 5     Lyn Croughan Lyn Croughan6 months ago (edited) My dad was just like her dad , i moved out at 17 , but i didnt end up singing a cool song and dancing ,  god my life sucks :P Reply 72     View all 31 replies Rab Fox Rab Fox1 month ago Lyn Croughan but have you tried throwing a glass of water over a Latino barfly? Reply 1     Lyn Croughan Lyn Croughan1 month ago (edited) @Rab Fox lmao not yet , but maybe i should 😂👍😛 Reply     Philip Drake Philip Drake7 months ago (edited) Amazing song, they had some good music back in the day! Reply 67     View all 11 replies edgar martinez edgar martinez2 months ago (edited) Penelope Katz i guess he meant that we had giants in the music industry during the 80s meaning legends. The fact that most people have not heard of sea wolf proves there not at the same level Fyi the red hot chill peppers are from the 90s Reply     BOH10666 BOH106662 months ago (edited) as someone who has followed the chili peppers from day 1, they are nowhere near as phenomenonal as they once were. thesebdays, i'd say they were mediocre. that's understandable, given how long they have been rapid but their heyday has come and gpne. Reply     ari ramsi ari ramsi4 months ago (edited) theres so many young teenager got kicked by their parent in 80s Reply 59     View all 10 replies Jennifer Carter Jennifer Carter1 month ago (edited) esrapk I'm sorry about your cousin did hear that it does break my heart it's sad that people treat young teens like that they are so misunderstood people forget what it's like to be a teenager Reply 1     chezzeeX chezzeeX1 month ago (edited) My friend got kicked out in the 80's.I remember it like it was yesterday. Reply     Anazman Anazman7 months ago (edited) I don't care about any haters or dislikes! I am Proud as f--k to be part of the 80's generation! Cool music, cool people, cool times!  And Pat was/is awesome! Reply 52     View all 5 replies Dusk Legend Dusk Legend5 months ago (edited) You know you can say "fuck" right? Reply 9     Deena Wolf Deena Wolf2 months ago (edited) the 80s were the best!! Reply 2     Dogan Kaytan Dogan Kaytan6 months ago (edited) Came here from X Factor. = ) Reply 47     View all 8 replies jose713ful jose713ful3 months ago (edited) ain't that a wrestling move Reply 3     Elijah Shane Elijah Shane2 months ago (edited) Yes, it is. I used to watch that garbage show. No talent. Just people singing. Reply 2     Maggie Sterling Maggie Sterling2 months ago (edited) I'm 11 and I know most 80s music than people who were born in the 80s I love pat benatar Michael Jackson cyndi lauher Bon Jovi  the eurphymics kiss Reply 46     View all 27 replies Maggie Sterling Maggie Sterling1 month ago (edited) R M then I really like linken park Reply     Maggie Sterling Maggie Sterling1 month ago (edited) R M plus green day is going on tour Reply     rif42 rif421 month ago (edited) In the video 30 year old Pat Benetar plays a girl half her age. Her father (Trey Wilson) is actually only 5 years older than her. ;-) Great 80's song. Reply 55     View all 7 replies tillallareoneluv tillallareoneluv5 days ago come on, she don't look like a teenager here.  It's ridiculous. Let be honest.  27 maybe in the real world 24-25 "actor" age.. Reply 3     Justinadude Rogers Justinadude Rogers5 days ago Surah Online I'm 39 an looks younger than her Reply 1     Show more

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