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#I love that his name's just...jerry
opbackgrounds · 2 years
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Somewhere in an alternate reality there’s an enterprising fanfic writer with a 100k fic about the tragic story of Jerry, the only boxing champion on an island full of karate masters. 
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birdricks · 4 months
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honestly beth and jerry have maybe my second favourite relationship in the entire show just for how interesting and tragic it is. like its brushed aside a lot in favour of other stuff but they were really both just kids... and the saddest part about them is that they maybe do love each other but its always in some way artificial
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brainjuicey · 1 year
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oh my goddddd early days tom cruise films make me feel something entirely different its something the scientists havent discovered yet
#its not even that i find him attractive although he is sort of pretty in an eyebrows kind of a way but he plays the roles so rigid#and#im half convinced he doesnt know how to act he just loves being in front of a camera#but there is always some sort of intricate rituals homoeroticism and natural domesticity about the movies#hold up i need to google if jerry bruckheimer made the outsiders#theres just something so verile about the way the men are portrayed in that kind of Romantic action#prepostmodern james bond kind of action movie if that makes sense#early fast and furious has it too but grittier#transformers but the 1986 animated version#like what is that genre of classic golden age american propoganda and theatrical rock mixed with tragedy and heroism? girl idk wht im sayin#guys im so freakin pissed that narcos white guy whats his name boyd holbrook ?? was a blatant paul walker rip off but now ive watched#top gun now i understand he is also a goose rip off#like stop trying to make more media like this we've progressed past the need for reviving romanticising the 70s in what is obviously just-#romanticising the 50s....#america* btw if thats not clear#guys i hate contemporary american media and i hate the hyperconsumerism and i hate the oversaturation of the market but#dear lorrdddd something about that whole being a man with an attitude just living his life and the story is just about a guy and his bros#and of course there is obvious sexism and exclusionism <333 but this is fiction so!#just a guy and his bros ! what more could u want#plus the fuckin pre-digital age transparency between creator and art is pretty sweet#i miss watching a movie and being able to enjoy it as a viewer and not a cynical judge on the methods and ethos of what goes in#like i just dont care and its vicariously thrilling#maybe its an esoteric lack of pop culture#top gun
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itsfloortimebabey · 2 years
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jerome + she/they
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chaoticdilfkisser · 10 months
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We were fucking around with our Finn AI and now we got a oc idea fUUUUUUU
We also need suggestions on how he should look so uhhh those would be appreciated
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Alastor x reader with a reader that technically started a cult
And I don't mean they started the cult or they're apart of it. I mean they are getting worshipped by a cult.
Reader just treats them like harmless pets
Like they don't have a large group of people trying to sacrifice a person for the reader.
Calling the reader their 'savior', calling them a God worthy of worship.
Meanwhile reader is just like "awww, look at them :) can't wait to see them in hell. "
Ooo very interesting ask! Thanks anon!
Warnings: human sacrifice, cults
Alastor and CultDiety!Reader
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*The little pets you left on earth were just too good to you.
*You receive the prayer of your lovely pets in the form of letters. They pray to you and- bam! A letter appears at your door.
*Sometimes they choose to give you more than letters, for example; food, jewelry, trinkets, some guy named Jerry (unfortunately he didn't come in one piece..)
*Thankfully you can still see your lovely little ones with your hellish powers.
*They can see you too!
*Aww! Look at them, bowing down to you and using such flattering words like "savior" and such~
*You are very excited to see them join you here in hell...
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You sat at the dinner table, choosing the seat perpendicular to Alastor. The radio demon on your left.
You bring your coffee mug up to your lips with your left hand. Flaunting your new favorite trinket that one your pets gave you.
"Hmm." Alastor raises his eyebrows in uninterested acknowledgement.
"Isn't it a beauty?" You gaze at the item, "One of my lovelies gave it to me."
"And I care about your delusional followers why?" He drinks from his own mug.
You smile at him, "Jealous? My, my, it's a good look on you!" You slip the ring off.
His radio static intensifies.
Oooo- You've struck a nerve...
The radio demon always did have a strange craving for attention. Your followers gave you plenty of it so it wouldn't bother you to share.
"I couldn't possibly be jealous of the tacky gifts you receive." He forces his gaze away from the ring.
You grab his hand and extend his fingers to get a better look at them.
"You know... I think the ring would look better on you." You push the ring onto his finger, "If you'd like, Alastor, I could introduce you to my lovelies. They are very adoring."
The static pauses.
You don't miss the way his smile finally reaches his eyes.
"Oh no, no, no. I couldn't allow you to share such a thing with me." His fingers held the ring in place, in a way that showed unwillingness to return it despite his words.
That cheeky grin of his...
Of course now he'd play hard to get- or well, worship.
"I implore you to, dearie. You deserve more recognition for that radio show of yours, I'm sure my pets would love it!" You finish the rest of your drink and tug on the radio demons arm. "Come, dear friend, I'll introduce you now!"
"Since you insist.." He stands, brushes off imaginary dusk and interlocks his arm with yours, "Such a flatterer you are!"
You boop his nose, "Only with you, dearie!"
His eyes wrinkle and his smile simply widens.
You most certainly know how to charm an overlord...
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marvelfilth · 5 months
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Jealous girl (18+)
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader
Warnings: secret relationship, smut, jealousy, possessiveness, daddy kink, fingering, age gap (reader is in her early 20s, Natasha's in her 30s), praise, pet names, orgasm denial
Summary: your best friend Peter needs help, Natasha's not happy about it at all.
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You're standing in the kitchen when it happens.
Peter barges in, his hair a tangled mess, his sweatshirt inside out. You jump away from Natasha's arms, making her spill her protein shake. She shoots him a dirty look, her lips curling up upon registering his disheveled state.
You try to keep the annoyance from showing on your face, but you know you're doing a terrible job when Peter winces apologetically, throwing a bag full of Ben and Jerry's on the counter.
"Code red," he pants.
You straighten immediately, trying to shoo Natasha away with a look, but, instead of leaving, she makes herself comfortable on the counter with an excited glint in her eyes.
You've been friends with Peter ever since he ran you over with his bike in kindergarten, leaving you with a tiny scar on your shin, and a fear of any two-wheeled object. Your friendship grew over the years, and soon enough you were joined at hip, going to the same school and college, tagging along on his patrols, mainly to keep him out of the police radars.
"What's wrong?" You ask, fearing the worst. "Is Venom acting up again? Is it Felicia? I swear to God, if it's her again I'm gonna-"
That's when you decided to make a secret code to help you stay under the radar. In hindsight, you could've thought of something more elaborate than code red, code green and code yellow, but neither of you had enough brain power for that.
"It's MJ!" He cuts you off, shifting on his feet.
You stammer, looking at Natasha for help, but she appears equally puzzled. "I didn't think she had it in her, to be honest," she says, taking a sip of her shake.
"What?" Peter yelps, before jumping up, his hands flying up in an X motion. "No! She's not- No! She's not a villain, or a criminal, or anything like that."
You decide you've had enough of his blabbering, so you take hold of his shoulders and corner him against the counter. "What is it, Peter?"
He takes a deep breath, his cheeks painted crimson, and blurts out, "I really need you to kiss me."
You jump away like you've been burned, shooting an alarmed look to Natasha, but she doesn't register it, her eyes narrowed to dangerous slits, her knuckles white from the grip she has on her protein shake. You think you can hear it creak.
You turn back to look at your best friend, who's blissfully unaware of your relationship with the most dangerous person in this building, just like everyone else on the team.
Natasha's reluctance to share her love life with her teammates came to bite her in the ass.
"No, wait. That came out wrong." He winces, his eyes darting to Natasha. You can hear him gulp when their eyes meet.
"I think you were pretty clear, Parker," she gritts, jumping off the counter, and comes to stand behind you, hovering over your shoulder.
You send him an encouraging look, taking hold of Natasha's hand behind your back.
"I have a date with MJ-"
"Doesn't explain why you need my- Y/n to kiss you."
You shoot her a warning look. "Let him finish."
Her jaw clenches, but she relents, nodding to the boy to continue.
He looks like he regrets every life choice that led him to this moment.
"Okay, so. I have a date with MJ, and I planned it all out, right? But… um… there's a problem." He clasps his hands, thumbs fiddling. You stay silent in fear of him closing off, and patiently wait for him to continue. "I've never had a girlfriend before, and I've been kissed twice, if you count that one time when Ned fell on top of me and kind of swallowed my face." Natasha snorts, and Peter blushes deep red, his eyes pleading. "I need practice because otherwise I'll just embarrass myself, and she'll hate me forever."
You feel Natasha tense up again, and you're ready to ask her to leave, but she beats you to it, speaking up before you could open your mouth. "I don't think MJ would like you kissing someone else right before your date." Her tone is even, carefully emotionless, but you feel the way her breathing shakes slightly, her grip on your hand tightening.
Peter looks at you, brows set in confusion. "But it's Y/n, she doesn't count as someone!" You huff, indignant. He winces, but goes on. "I could ask Ned, but I don't think he has any experience, so please, please do this for me?"
You turn around to face Natasha. "Can you leave us?"
Her eyes narrow, lips curled. "You're not kissing him." Her hands land on your waist possessively, and you're suddenly turned around. She lowers her chin to your shoulder, lips grazing the shell of your ear as she speaks, "Listen to me very carefully, Parker."
Peter gulps, and takes a step back, his eyes wide and alert.
"You're going to leave and find someone else to help with your little problem. We'll pretend this conversation never took place, and you'll never even think about kissing Y/n again. Am I being clear?" She almost growls, her eyes flashing.
Peter nods dumbly, before hurrying to the door. He stops halfway to shoot you a bewildered look over his shoulder. "Wait… Are you two-"
"Out, Parker," Natasha barks, her face half buried in the crook of your neck. You blush, and wave your friend goodbye, grateful when he disappears behind the door without any further questions.
"Tasha," you whine, turning in her hold. "That wasn't necessary."
She scoffs, and picks you up with practiced ease, settling you on the counter and taking place between your parted thighs. "Yes it was." She sucks at the tender skin just below your collarbone, leaving a stinging bruise. "I can't believe you wanted me to leave." She squeezes your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh. Her mouth is all over your neck - sucking, biting and licking, claiming. You're sure no amount of concealer will be enough to hide the marks.
"Natty," you whimper, "he's my friend, I wanted to talk some sense into him."
She hums, the skin on the underside of your jaw pulled between her teeth. "I did the same thing, no?" Her fingers sneak past the waistband of your shorts, but you're quick to catch her wrist.
"What are you doing?" You look around, panting heavily. "What if someone walks in?"
"Daddy," you moan, pushing her face lower. Her fingers feel so heavenly that you don't even care about anyone walking in - you need her tongue, now. "Please."
You're pushed flat against the counter then, your back on the cold marble, your ass hanging right off the edge. Your fingers disappear in her tresses when she bends down to place a kiss on your clothed cunt.
"Let them see who you belong to," she murmurs, entering your aching core. You bite back a moan, arching in her hold, your pussy clenching around her long digits. Fleeting kisses are placed all over your stomach, her fingers curling inside your heat.
She chuckles, gently biting on your hip bone. "So needy already? I barely started." She adjusts the angle, fastening the pace, but your shorts get in the way, making you huff impatiently.
"Take them off, please," you whimper, clenching around her.
"And when someone walks in, and sees you spread wide open, what then? You think I'd allow anyone to see this pretty pussy?" Her fingers scissor inside you, stretching your walls.
"N-no."
"That's right," she hums, "because it belongs to me." She pulls out to land a short slap on your slit. "Perfect little hole for daddy to play with."
She teases your folds, collecting wetness before pushing her fingers into your mouth. You eagerly suck them in, letting her fuck your mouth, tips of her fingers pushing against your throat. "Such an obedient girl," she murmurs, dark eyes fixated on your lips. You squirm, hips rocking against her abdomen with desperate need of release.
She pulls out her fingers, smearing your slick mixed with spit over your chin.
"I need you," you whine, catching her wrist and leading her hand lower, your panties sticking to your drenched cunt.
She takes the fabric in her fist, and tugs it up, making it press against your pulsing clit. You moan loudly, throwing your head back. She kneads your supple breast with her other hand, and you arch into her, pulling her closer to your aching core with your hips.
"We'll tell everyone tonight," she murmurs against your lips. "But right now you need to be a good girl and take everything daddy gives you."
You nod, feeling your pussy clench around nothing, begging for Natasha's fingers to return. She tugs on your lower lip with her teeth and plunges three fingers inside, hitting a spongy spot deep in your heat. You arch off the counter, pressing against her front, your legs clenched hard around her hips. She grunts lowly, setting a slow pace, making sure to explore your pussy with each thrust, collecting your wetness when she pulls out only to push it back inside. You bury your face in her shoulder, your fingers disappear in her hair, tugging at the tresses.
"Good?" She whispers against your ear, spreading her fingers inside, her thumb firm on your clit.
You gasp, and bite down on the muscle of her shoulder, nodding with your eyes clenched shut. "S-so good, daddy."
She hums, her full lips pulling in a smirk, and starts circling your pulsing nub. You throw your head back, moaning loudly, and she takes the opportunity to paint your neck purple, sucking on the tender skin hard enough to leave bruises.
"M'gonna… I'm gonna come," you whimper when she hits your sweet spot, making your toes curl.
"Did I say you could, babygirl?" She chuckles into your neck, making sure to hit the spot with each thrust. You shake your head, closing your eyes and furrowing your brows in effort to stop your approaching orgasm, your body as tense as a drawn bowstring. "That's right, baby," she cooes, kissing the corner of your mouth, "you're not allowed to."
Your heart drops to your stomach, torn between wanting to be Natasha's good girl and giving in to the pleasure. “Please, please let me…” you whine, buckling against her hand.
She pulls away, her eyes level with yours, and you want to sob from how good she feels inside you, your pussy clenching around her slender fingers.
“You’ll hold it for me,” she says, “and I'll make up for it later tonight.” You almost huff in frustration, knowing that you'll have to walk around the Compound painfully wet for the rest of the day.
She grabs your jaw, seemingly reading your thoughts. “And don't even think about touching yourself.”
She pulls away abruptly and tugs you off the counter before fixing your shorts and stepping away. You blink rapidly, disoriented by the sudden change, your pussy aching in the sweetest way.
Sam enters the kitchen a second later.
You subtly wipe your mouth clean, and even out your breathing while he rummages the upper shelves. Natasha's eyes glint with mischief as she slowly wipes her fingers with a paper towel.
"You up for a training session?" She asks Sam, and you shoot her a furious look. Your glare does nothing to the redhead, as she continues watching you silently, a teasing smirk pulling at her mouth.
Sam scoffs, looking between you two. "Like you weren't about to get nasty two seconds ago."
Natasha chuckles, her eyes flashing. "About to? You need to work on your observation skills, Wilson."
Sam stills, his eyes darting between you two, and you look away, knowing that nothing could hide your red cheeks and bruised lips.
He chokes on his water the moment he sees your neck. "Damn, Romanoff," he gasps, coughing. "Right here?! This is a sacred place! I cook here!"
Natasha hums, shrugging carelessly. "I eat here," she retorts, and you can tell by the crinkles near her eyes she's about to say something that's gonna make you want to bury yourself. "Actually, I was about to devour something really delic-"
"Natasha!" You shriek, tugging her away from the kitchen, but not before quietly apologizing to Sam.
She laughs quietly, following you to the bedroom. "I think we're banned from the kitchen now."
She thinks. You scoff, shaking your head. Trust Natasha to go from a full secrecy mode to telling every living soul about your sex life.
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510hz · 1 year
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‧₊˚ ♡ BUBBLEGUM BITCH ! • ft. y. eren ⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
minors do not interact.┊3.8k words
all the girls on campus are swooning over mr. big dick and brooding, eren yeager. maybe it’s time you stake your claim over your favorite toy…
♡ — contents ! submission for my “how to be a heartbreaker” collab ⋆。°✩ explicit sexual content ⦂ college!au, f!reader, mean girl!reader x fuckboy!eren, eren is obsessive, reader calls mikasa a dyke but it’s chill cause im a lesbian, dom!reader x sub!eren, spit kink, masturbation, cunnilingus, puppy play, panty kink, slight degradation, praise, humiliation, foot humping
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HIS NAME IS EREN YEAGER. THE MYTH AND THE LEGEND. MR. BIG DICK AND BROODING. THE HEARTLESS HEARTBREAKER.
he lures women in his bed with those emerald eyes, tangles them in his long dark tresses, and then devours their souls and spits them out before he’s onto the next.
he’s the campus fuckboy. the one every girl wants, but can't have. many have tried to tame him and very few have survived to tell the tale. they’ve all disappeared into their dorms with endless piles of dirty kleenex and ben and jerry’s, left with their puffy eyes and broken hearts as scars from battle.
the cautionary tale is spread all over campus. it’s written in bathroom stalls, whispered in the library, and lamented on the campus confession page and they all say the same thing:
do not fall for eren yeager. he’s a no-good-dirty-rotten heartbreaker.
you can’t help but laugh.
eren? a heartbreaker? he may have fooled everyone, but, to you, he’s still the pathetic loser that you knew in high school.
you’ve gotta give it to him though, he’s gotten hot since graduation. he’s no longer the scrawny little boy picking (and losing) fights with bullies.
you’re eyeing him from your booth in the dining hall, surrounded by your friends that are discussing some week old gossip not even worth paying attention to.
long hair is a good look on him, you think— a little slutty for your taste, but good nonetheless.
what would they think of their precious eye candy if they knew about the real him? the eren that’s had a crush on you since you let him see your panties in gym? the litany of unanswered dm’s on instagram? the extensive block list from his various burner phone numbers? the love notes through your cashapp?
what if they knew that behind the stubble, cheap cologne, and brooding exterior he was just a pathetic lovesick puppy?
he’s sitting at a table in the middle of the room with two other people. you hone your gaze and recognize the whiny nerd and goth lesbian. you scoff and roll your eyes, twirling your cherry lollipop between your glossed lips.
i see the three stooges still flock together…
just then you see another girl approach him wearing a scrap of fabric being played off as skirt. you watch the interaction unfold as she trails her chubby acrylics over his shoulder to play with his hair. you can’t imagine what kind of bullshit she’s spewing in his ear. she’s trying so hard it makes her look stupid.
and then there’s eren: bored out of his mind and almost disgusted by her touch as he tries to carry out his conversation with his friends.
you bite down on your lollipop hard, shattering the candy and ripping the hidden gumball off the stick. you figure it’s time to sink your teeth into your favorite toy.
pulling your bedazzled phone out of your purse, your nails clack away at the screen as you make your way to your contacts. you unblock his main phone number and call him.
he answers on the second ring.
“y/n?” he asks, breath hurried. a grin takes over your lips as you watch him sit up in his seat, throwing the other girl’s hand off of him.
“eren baby! ♡” you chime, “it’s been sooo long. i miss you. are you busy?”
“no, no, no. i’m not doing anything right now.” loser 2 and 3 roll their eyes as eren stands up and walks away from the table, leaving both the girl and his friends in the dust.
“perfect! let’s catch up, yeah? i’ll text you my dorm number. don’t keep me waiting. mwah!”
you don’t wait for his response before hanging up the phone, and as promised you send him the information. you sit back triumphantly, watching as he quickly leaves the dining hall, and you smile, blowing a big bubble with your gum and letting it burst with a loud pop.
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈• 。゚
you’re sitting at your vanity fixing your makeup when you hear a timid knock at your door.
“come in! ♡” you singsong, still absorbed in your reflection as you boost your lashes.
you hear the door open and close with a soft click. eren is now standing in your room and you turn your attention to your visitor.
“eren baby! you made it!” you chime, “please, sit! sit! make yourself comfortable.”
eren shifts his weight uncomfortably on his feet, gaze flicking between you and the floor. you have to swallow the snicker tickling at the back of your throat.
this guy? a heartbreaker? you mentally scoff. the guy who’s got half the girls on campus cutting bangs stuffing their faces full of ice cream has now been reduced to the loser you know and love. it’s kind of poetic if you think about it. endearing even.
he clears his throat. “uhm… where? there aren’t any extra chairs.”
“on the floor, silly,” you instruct between the sticky chews of your gum.
he hesitates for a moment.
“come.” you command with a smile, patting your thigh, “sit by me.”
eren slowly makes his way over to sit by your feet.
“ugh,” you begin, reapplying your pink gloss in the mirror. ”sooo sorry i haven’t gotten a chance to respond to all your messages, renny. i’ve seen them all and think you’re just the sweetest. i’ve just been so busy with school and clubs and internships—you know how it goes, right?” you turn to look down at him.
“yeah, i understand. i’m just glad you finally reached out” his voice is small and he avoids your gaze, rubbing his neck which tousles the loose bun in his hair.
“you’re mad at me” it’s more of a statement than a question.
“no! no,” he panics, waving off your observation. i’m just…” his gaze is on lap and he picks at the skin of his thumb as he searches for the right word.
“nervous,” he ultimately decides.
you grin at him.
“you’re so cute” you dismiss, ruffling his hair.
“you know eren,” you start again, elbow on your knee as you prop your head up with your hand, “it really hurt my feelings when i heard all those nasty rumors about you. i was starting to think you liked all those other girls more than me…”
you reach out to roll the drawstrings of his jacket between your manicured fingers. the close proximity startles eren and he exhales a shaky breath he didn’t realize he was holding.
you drop the strings and walk your fingers up his sternum and over his black tee as you make your way to cup his face. he shivers at the feeling of your soft palm on his cheek, eyes fluttering closed for a moment while he breathes in the sweet scent radiating from your pulse point.
“you didn’t forget our promise, did you?” you gently tug his bottom lip, allowing your gaze to fall on him with a glossy pout and twinkling doe eyes.
“of course not!” he sputters, his low eyes blow wide in panic, “it was just sex. i’ve never let any of them…”
he’s so fucking cute you had to fight back a smile. after all this time his heart was still yours and just the thought of it sent a wicked chill running up your spine. his expression is somewhere between shock and anticipation, and in this moment he looks just like little eren in high school.
it brought you back to the empty gym where you let him peek under your skirt just to toy with the little virgin. how he followed you around the rest of senior year, desperate for any ounce of attention you’d spare him. how you teased him, plopping your cherry lollipop between his lips for his first indirect kiss, making him promise to wait for you to be his first real one.
and how could you forget that valentine’s day, when he confessed his love for you in front of the whole class, bright red roses in hand. you turn him down of course, popping your gum, as you explained you don’t date virgins and told him to call when he’s had more experience.
you didn’t think there was a chance in hell that anyone would fuck him unless that dyke mikasa let him hit out of pity, but here he was before you. he was a man now and he did it all for you.
“good. that makes me happy,” you smiled, and for the first time it was genuine. you let go of his face and turned back to your vanity. eren almost whimpers at the loss of your warmth.
“remember in high school, eren? when you used to follow me around like a little puppy?” you grab the dog ears from last year’s sexy paw patrol costume off the top of your mirror, gently wiggling it free from the surrounding stickers and photocards. you turn towards him again. “you’ll be my puppy again, won’t you?”
eren quirks a brow at your request not quite sure what you mean. he ponders it for a moment, his eyes widening as he looks at you and you smile back, confirming his conclusion. he swallows hard, shifting in his seat as his cock twitches to life in his jeans.
“yes i’ll—”
“puppies don’t speak, silly,” you giggle, placing the ears on his head, “they bark.”
a deep flush takes over his sharp features. he can’t tell if you’re serious or not. but you continue to look at him expectantly, raising your eyebrows to egg him on.
humiliation coats his skin in a thick film, but, abandoning his reservations, he barks.
“good boy,” you smile.
“now, take off your clothes. i wanna see you.”
you watch with a bored expression on your face, legs crossed as he strips.
he shrugs his broad shoulders letting his hoodie fall off his arms. next, his thick hands reach behind him, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pull his shirt over his head, his bun holding on for dear life as he sets his shirt in a pile with his jacket. then, deft fingers work to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans before hes leading himself down his muscular legs and kicking them off his feet along with his sneakers. he hooks his fingers under his briefs, but you hold your hand up, stopping his movements.
“leave it.”
you admire him for a moment, taking in the chiseled lines of his chest and abs, eyes ghosting over the growing bulge in his underwear.
“come.”
eren scoots up, now sitting at your feet.
“you’re so handsome now, eren. all this for me?” you coo, running your fingers over his arms and chest before making their way to his hair. you gently remove his hair tie, letting his raven locks fall and cascade around his neck and shoulders. you readjust the puppy ears as a finishing touch.
eren opens his mouth to speak and then corrects himself, nodding his head and answering with a bark.
“such a beautiful boy. my handsome pup…” you praise, stroking the side of his head. eren leans into your touch, basking in your affection.
“but i still can’t help feeling a little hurt, renny,” you sigh.
he pouts at this, guilt twinkling in his puppy dog eyes.
“how about this: i’ll let you eat me out as your apology and if you’re a good boy, i’ll give you that kiss. how does that sound?”
his ears perk up, nodding eagerly. he readjusts his seat basically jumping at the opportunity to taste you, to show you what he’s learned about pleasure through the many notches in his belt. eren reaches from your hips, dipping his fingers under your miniskirt.
“ew, no!” you smack his hands away. he must have forgotten who he’s dealing with. you aren’t one of those desperate sluts that throw themselves at him. you were in control here.
“what do you think you’re doing??? you’ve been going around sticking your little thing in anyone that moves. there’s no telling what kind of yucky germs you’ve picked up,” you scold. “we’ve gotta wash that filthy mouth out first…”
and with that, you reach over to grab your glass bottle of voss water from your vanity before unscrewing the cap and taking a generous swig.
eren watches in confusion as you swish it around your mouth, heartbeat shuttering against his ribcage when you reach down and grab his face, squishing his lips open.
he can feel the heat radiating from your lips as the warm liquid hits his tongue. it’s got a hint of sweetness like candy and before he knows it, he’s swallowing it down. the taste is addictive and it has his mind spinning. he craves more. without thinking, he leans forward, brushing his lips with yours.
sparks fly in his chest before a sharp pain sears into his forehead.
“bad boy!” you reprimand, flicking him in the forehead, “don’t be greedy. you’ll get your reward soon enough. besides, i’ve got another treat waiting for you right here…”
you slowly uncross your legs before him, exposing yourself to his hungry eyes.
“remember these?” you ask with a sinful grin.
eren is practically drooling seeing the way your pink panties cup your fat cunt so beautifully, accented with a cute little bow at the hem just like the ones you showed him in high school.
he tries to touch you, to remove the fabric barring him from heaven, but you smack his hands away again. there’s desperation in his eyes now.
“dumb puppy, you’ve gotta smell your food first”
something primal snaps in eren and next thing you know, his face is buried under your skirt. there’s a wicked air to your giggle and a faint gasp on the tail end of it at the chill of eren inhaling your scent, then a steamy warmth as he exhales, moaning at your heady scent. he grips your thighs, using them as leverage to push himself deeper. you moan feeling his nose prod at your clit and his lips grazing the seam of your folds.
eren can just about die right now, hearing those heavenly sounds fall from your lips. he wants more.
he needs it.
before he knows it, his tongue is lolling out of his mouth, desperately lapping at your clothed cunt, and as soon as your taste hits his tongue, it’s gone.
“down boy!” your nails rake into his scalp and you yank him away by his hair. he yelps.
“did i say you could taste me?” there’s a mix of fear and guilt in his eyes that gets stronger and strong the more your angry gaze sears into him. you release his hair from your grasp and eren cowers below you.
you roll your eyes, “tsk, greedy little mutt…”
“here i was being nice enough to let you eat me out and now i have to punish you,” you huff while you slip your underwear off your legs and chunky pink platform heels. you ball them up and stuff them into eren’s mouth.
“there. every bad dog needs a muzzle.”
you grab his head and rest it on your thigh. eren looks like he’s about to cry watching you lift your skirt up and spread your lips for him, the inside so pretty and pink.
“this is what you wanted, right? you wanted to taste my pussy?” you teased, playing with your hole in a tacky, sticky mess.
eren whimpers, eyes focusing on your lewd display.
“well, now you're gonna have to wait. bad puppies need to learn to be patient.”
you slowly dip one finger into cunt, shallow fucking yourself until you’re ready to accept another. two fingers stretch your hole and you’re moaning as you clench down on your fingers and begin working yourself at a steady rhythm.
eren doesn’t know if he’s in heaven or hell right now. he has a front-row view of your cunt swallowing your fingers, becoming shinier and shinier on each drag out. and your sweet moans are music to his fucking ears. he’d give anything to be the cause of those sweet sounds. he mentally kicks himself for being so rash as notices his tongue tinges with the memory of your taste.
you don’t hide your laugh as you watch eren’s pitiful expression below you. his eyes are dangerously low. he’s so pussydrunk and he’s barely even tasted you yet, just sprung off your sweet scent. you bet he doesn’t even realize that he has completely soaked through your panties in his mouth, drooling all over your thigh like a dumb. little. mutt.
you’re so high off the power, you could just cum. you throw your head back with a sound that’s somewhere between a moan and a cackle as your fingers graze that special spot, and now that you’ve found it, you start fucking yourself faster to chase your high. your legs are beginning to tremble against eren’s face and with a few more thrusts you’re grabbing onto his head and arching off of the chair as your orgasm hits you with full force.
eren watches you in awe as you come down, the subtle rising and falling of your breasts in your top and the iron grip you still have on his hair.
eventually it loosens and you come to, glowing in a thin sheen of sweat like an angel.
“are you ready to behave like a good pup?” you ask, wiping your juices on his face, and removing your panties from his mouth.
he barks and barks and barks, nuzzling his head against your thigh.
how could you say ‘no’ to that?
“go ahead, boy, take your treat” you command.
without hesitation, eren dives back between your legs, moaning as your potent taste hits his tongue. it’s better than he could’ve ever imagined. his hands grip your thighs as he opens you up to him, fucking his tongue into you and slurping up the remnants of your cum. you feel his spit trickle down your cunt and pool under your ass as he slobbers all over you.
a loud cry escapes you, feeling him stimulate your hypersensitive cunt. your hands snap back to his hair, clutching it like a life line and pulling a groan from him.
so this is eren yeager, the heartbreaker? with a mouth like this you see why everyone cant get over him. you’ve created the perfect little monster and now it’s time to reign him in.
he departs from your hole to wrap his lips around your puffy clit, swollen from neglect. he laps at it wildly, tongue flicking and swirling at it with wreckless abandon so desparate to coax more of those delicious sounds from you.
you begin bucking your hips into his face, smearing your drenched pussy all over his lips. you feel an oncoming tingle pulsing in your core and quickly spreading over your skin like wildfire. you know it wont be long until until it engulfs you in flames.
eren grabs at the fat of your ass and angles your hips upward to expose even more of you to him. he sucks your clit into to his mouth hard enough to knock the air out of your lungs, drawing tight circles over the sesntive pearl with the tip of his tongue. your legs snap shut around eren’s head, but he contines his assault, sucking and licking until your thighs shake around his head and you're cumming all over his chin.
he helps you ride out your orgasm until you’re pushing him away in overstimulation, and only then do his lips leave your cunt and he’s peppering wet kisses along your thighs.
when your eyes refocus you’re met with his smiling face, chin slick with spit and cum looking up at you in anticipation.
“good boy, eren,” you sigh, ruffling his hair. your body feels heavy and tired. your gaze falls down to the fat dick print in his briefs extending down to his upper thigh and notice the dark stain oozing from the tip.
he surely lives up to his moniker.
“look at you. you’ve made such a mess,” you chuckle, pressing your foot against his bulge and eren moans, clutching onto your leg.
“you wanna cum too, don’t you?” you tease, propping up your head with your arm on your vanity desk.
eren whimpers as he nods, jutting out his bottom lip.
“be a good boy and finish yourself off for me, yeah?” you trace your foot along his length to emphasize your command.
eren gives a few experiemental rolls of his hips along the sole of your heel, gradually speeding up when pleasure begins to tickle up his spine.
you watch in silent amusement as he humps your foot like a stupid mutt, his face eyes screwed shut in pleasure and desparate whines and moans falling from his lips. it isn’t long before his tongue is lolling out, hips bucking erratically and finishing with a loud cry of your name.
it’s when he spine straightens, that blissful moment of stillness before the crash, that you grab him by his hair, swallowing the end of your name in a kiss.
you move your lips against his own slowly and sweetly, pulling breath after breath from eren. his hands move to the tops of you thighs to lean into your embrace. you slide your tongue over his puffy lips, before sinking his mouth, tasting the remnants of yourself on his tongue.
you pull away and he whimpers at the loss of your lips, before he’s hit with surprise to find your gum is now in his mouth.
“you’re my pet now, got it? and good pets don’t stray,” your voice is low and sultry, with a subtle edge, “i don’t want you looking at those other girls anymore or i’ll be really upset and i’ll have to punish you.”
“yes ma’am” he finally speaks, eyes heavy and glassy as he comes down from his mind breaking high.
you smile and press a quick kiss to his forehead.
“now, i just need a picture of my sweet boy so i can show everyone who you belong to,” you say to yourself as you reach over to grab your phone.
eren cocks his head to the side, confused.
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈• 。゚
that night you’re laid in bed amongst your pink plushies and pillows all prepped and ready for bed. grabbing your sparkling water off your nightstand, you wrap your moisturized lips around your straw with a devious grin as you watch the instagram comments roll in.
eren yeager, mr. big dick and brooding, the heartless heartbreaker is sat on the floor, shirtless in his dog ears. his eyes are low and slutty as he looks into the camera. there’s a pink kiss mark on his cheeks that are squished between your fingers and a big pink bubble on the end of his lips.
your captions reads:
“so sorry to disappoint, but heartbreaker eren yeager is a stray no more. he’s my pet now and i’ll be keeping him on a tight leash ♡”
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people’s princess | yt22
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pairing: yuki tsunoda x fem!horner! reader summary: in which yuki is dating the christian horner’s daughter. note: i mentioned something awhile back about a horner!reader fic … so i kinda delivered. it’s kinda short since i learned that on mobile i only get a 10 image limit 🌝 trust i will be doing the rest of my smaus on web, so future smaus will be longer! promise, cross my heart!  note 2: i started this before alphatauri changed their name … and i’m most definitely not using the visacashapprb @ in my smau. i love you, yuki, but absolutely not.
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ynhorner yukiroos !!
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user i didn’t know yuki and oscar were chill like that
yukitsunoda0511 i was attacked. it’s not funny to post my attack
⤷ ynhorner jerry didn’t attack you, he just wanted a hug
⤷ yukitsunoda0511 he literally attacked me
maxverstappen1 barf what is that second picture
⤷ ynhorner barf what is your face
⤷ maxverstappen1 i’m telling christian
⤷ ynhorner you’re dead to me
user i love yn and max’s friendship
gerihalliwellhorner missing you both!! ❤️
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redbullracing looking forward to seeing you in the OUR garage again
⤷ alphataurif1 um you mean OUR garage
⤷ ynhorner the girls a fighting 🫢
pierregasly barf gross nasty
⤷ ynhorner this is why i like kika more than you
⤷ francisa.cgomes i love you too 🫶🫶🫶
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yukitsunoda0511 family dinner 🍽️
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gerihalliwellhorner it was lovely having you, yuki!! we have to do this again soon!
⤷ yukitsunoda0511 thank you for having me, geri! checking my schedule as we speak!
user yuki tsunoda and ginger spice, the duo i didn’t know i need
pierregasly my place next 😁
ynhorner idk whose dog is in the third pic … she was very sweet though
⤷ yukitsunoda0511 i heard something about petsitting for a friend
user OTIS
christianhorner not very family friendly pg clean on the third slide
⤷ ynhorner don’t you have ears to clean, old man?
⤷ christianhorner you’re no longer welcomed in the red bull
garage
⤷ alphataurif1 WE WON ‼️‼️
maxverstappen1 i don’t remember getting an invite to family dinner 🌝
user the fact that max didn’t get invited is crazy to me
redbullracing stealing our team principal i see …
user THE EAR WAX COMMENT FROM YN IJBOL
user yuki with his in laws, we love to see it
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alphataurif1 thx for banning yn from your garage redbullracing, she’s ours now 🥰
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ynusername i love you alphataurif1 admin <33
⤷ alphataurif1 I LOVE YOU TOO YN !!!! <3333
yukitsunoda0511 i could get used to this
user THE CAPTION
maxverstappen1 please keep her, i don’t want her in the garage anymore
⤷ ynhorner this is why you weren’t invited to family dinner
redbullracing WE didn’t ban her, boss man did (we will be getting her back)
user i love seeing alphatauri and red bull fight over yn, because i would too
user yn is the face of alphatauri (trust)
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yukitsunoda0511 i love you to the moon and saturn
⤷ ynhorner yuki :( i love YOU to the moon and saturn!
user MOTHER AND FATHER
liamlawson30 he’s got a little something on his face
⤷ yukitsunoda0511 blocked. reported.
user the boyfriend effect looks good on him
danielricciardo my fav couple 🫶
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user they make me sick (in the most loving way possible)
maxverstappen1 you guys are cute i guess
⤷ ynhorner i know! tell kelly i’m looking forward to seeing her in the paddock this weekend 😁
⤷ maxverstappen1 👍
user yuki is so lucky …
nyckdevries scooter race rematch when?
⤷ yukitsunoda0511 rematch?? there was a scooter race??
⤷ ynhorner you were busy with car stuff, so nyck and i
decided to race scooters on the trace 😁
user WHEN IS IT MY TURN
user idc what anyone says, i love nyck and yn’s little friendship
⤷ user no fr it feels like it came out of nowhere, but it works
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girlfriend!abby 💫
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⋆✦⋆ she always buys you flowers because she thinks it’s a perfect way to show you how much she loves you!!! and she likes going to antique stores to find vases with cool patterns and buying them for you.
⋆✦⋆ every last one of her pennies will be spent on you. no matter how much you protest, she looooves to spoil you and nothing makes her happier than the look on your face when she gets you a surprise gift.
⋆✦⋆ i know i already wrote about this but she loves cuddling you before going to the gym early in the morning. sometimes she’ll get a little bit carried away and smother sleepy kisses all over your face and accidentally wake you up :((( she apologizes so many times but that’s one of your favorite ways to wake up!!!
⋆✦⋆ she likes to wear your clothes because it reminds her of you. especially if you’re a masc too, you’ll never get your clothes back, sorry!! they’re hers now.
⋆✦⋆ some of the pet names she calls you are honey, sweet girl, and babe. but she also frequently calls you dude and bro just to piss you off.
⋆✦⋆ there’s always a book on her nightstand!!! she likes to read before bed or when she wants some time away from her phone. if you ask her for book recs she could write you a whole list of the best books she’s read and an in depth rating without spoilers.
⋆✦⋆ most of the furniture in her house/apartment was built or put together by her, including the bookshelf. she could sit on the floor for hours putting together an ikea coffee table while occasionally stopping to watch whatever music video was playing on the tv.
⋆✦⋆ her gym routine is very specific!!! she has designated days for legs, arms, full body, and two rest days a week. and she makes sure she eats 3 meals a day and a snack, drinks enough water, and gets enough rest.
⋆✦⋆ taking care of herself is super important, but she also loves taking care of you. knowing that she can keep you safe and happy makes her feel so proud!!! and whenever she has a rest day, she’ll spend the whole day cuddling you, cooking for you, doing skincare together, etc. she’s such a sweet gf :((
⋆✦⋆ she loves roadtrips!!!! just driving a few hours out of town to go exploring, she’ll bring her camera and take sooo many pictures of you to get developed later. and she’ll go with you to every shop you want to and she’ll buy you anything you look at!!
⋆✦⋆ lowkey she’s kind of a clean freak. growing up with jerry she was taught how to wash her hands like real doctors do, how to thoroughly clean and disinfect a space, how organization can impact your mood, all that jazz. she gets a lot of her traits from her dad actually, it’s so adorable.
⋆✦⋆ i’m convinced she’s the type of girl to take an edible and then clean the whole house because she suddenly felt super productive. you’ll come home to her cleaning, shirtless because she got too warm, with her music playing. and then she’ll fall asleep right on top of you. <33
⋆✦⋆ taking you to meet jerry would be super fun!! he’s such a sweet guy, and the love he has for his daughter is so adorable. he’s definitely the type of dad to go through an entire photo album of baby/kid/teen abby the first time you meet him.
⋆✦⋆ once she asks you to move in (after only like 6 months of dating) she loves to decorate the space with stuff that represents the two of you. she probably has a pride flag hanging in a window, and she has a hook for her carabiner right next to the door.
⋆✦⋆ she’s super close with her friends!! she’d love to take you on a double date with the two of you, manny, and whoever he was currently seeing. and you can count on her to always show up to leah and jordan’s shitty parties, even though they always end up super boring.
⋆✦⋆ she loves lazy sunday mornings when she gets to cling onto you the whole day and never let you go. she’ll hold you in bed, in the shower, on the couch, in the kitchen, on the porch, in the middle of the grocery store, anywhere!!! she just can’t get enough of you!! ;)
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Clownfall: Endgame - Hello December
I am late writing and posting this, because it's nearly the end of term and I am mega busy (I have leave in two days and I am counting the hours...) BUT some stuff happened last week so let's dig in!
Also quick note before we do: I would like to politely request that you stop tagging this with "England" or "English politics". This is about British politics, not just England, and I am not English. Please do not erase me it takes SO LONG to write these thank you all and goodnight anyway ON WITH THE SHOW
Saturday, 25 November
12.01am
We begin our tale with Oliver Wright of the Times, who reports that … no hang on, wait, I've fucked it, okay. To understand this story, you first need to understand Simon Case.
Simon Case is a civil servant, and current Cabinet Secretary and head of UK Civil Service
He was the highest ranking public official implicated in the Partygate scandal, though he didn’t resign nor was he fined
In the Telegraph’s published WhatsApp messages from Partygate in which Tories all chatted to each other (seriously HOW do those keep getting leaked), Case made fun of holidaymakers stuck in hotel rooms by Covid regulations
In the same messages he also described some opposition to Covid restrictions as “pure Conservative ideology”, which is. An Own Goal
He also described BlowJo as a “nationally distrusted figure” whose isolation rules the public were unlikely to follow, which is true but also the Quiet Part
This information is from Wikipedia, which I’m openly admitting here, so my esteemed colleague hbomberguy can stand down.
Why am I mentioning him! Well. Case was supposed to give evidence to the Covid inquiry in October this year, but didn’t because of medical leave (ironically). In November, he still wasn’t back (should have isolated better, eh, Si), and the inquiry was given private medical information relating to Case (presumably evidence that he’s not just faking it so he doesn't have to be shouted at by angry judges and MPs and that).
So! On Saturday the 25th, eighteen and a half hours before Beep the Meep’s spectacular TV debut, Oliver Wright of the Times reports that Simon Case – uh, before his medical leave - advised Prime Minister Rishi Sunak that he should authorise pre-election talks between the civil service and Labour. Sunak - I suspect obviously - ignored this suggestion, in case it signalled that an election is now imminent.
According to Wright, it’s now questionable whether Case will ever return to his role.
Shame.
Monday, 27 November
2.44pm
House of Commons time! Let's see what our elected representatives are up to.
Tory MP Jill Mortimer says international treaties written 70 years ago "are not fit for purpose" to tackle illegal immigration, so we need to return to the "Deport the browns to Rwanda" plan. Ugh.
2.50pm
The following was reported by Matt Dathan of the Times, so CALL OFF YOUR DOGS hbomberguy.
James Cleverly – the newest Home Secretary, chappie who described another MPs constituency as a shithole in the House of Commons in his second week on the job – says the Rwanda policy isn’t the “be all and end all”.
Robert Jenrick – the Minister of State for Immigration – says the policy is an "extremely important component" of the government's small boats policy.
So! James Cleverly and Robert Jenrick disagree on this matter! Exciting! Hey, Tumblrs, just for fun...
Let’s remember those two names.
2.58pm
Robert Jenrick says boat crossings have been reduced by more than a third in the last year, but that numbers are still unacceptably high.
FUN SELF-STUDY ACTIVITY: Take a moment to form an opinion of Robert Jenrick! It’ll be worth it.
Here is some information to get you started: Jenrick this year ordered some lovely murals of cartoon characters (Mickey Mouse, Tom and Jerry, etc) to be painted over at a children’s asylum centre in Kent. His explicit reason is because he thought they were "too welcoming" for lone refugee children arriving in the UK, and such children should not feel welcome here.
Have you formed your opinion yet? Then I'll continue.
8.13pm
Rishi Sunak cancels a meeting with the Greek Prime Minister in a row over the Elgin Marbles.
Uh, there's a lot going on here - this is about the stolen marble frescoes that should be in the Parthenon in Athens, that gross British thief Lord Elgin stole decades ago and plonked into the British Museum. Greece has been asking for them back ever since, but a small handful of old white men who are in charge of the British Museum don't want to give them back and keep stating that Greece wouldn't look after them properly, which is a hell of a claim given that Elgin literally broke one when he nicked them, and also, he fucking stole them. Anyway, it turns out to the surprise of no one that Sunak also doesn't think we should give them back, and so when the matter was raised in an Anglo-Greek meeting recently Sunak literally walked out of it, even though the meeting was actually about something else.
So HERE HE IS refusing to do any diplomacy with Greece now i.e. his actual fucking job.
This is a big deal for the immigration-obsessed though! According to a Labour source, Greece is an essential ally for any agreement on illegal migration.
And even the Prime Minister’s supporters think he’s got this one wrong.
Wednesday, 29 November
Prime Minister’s Questions!
This is the (televised) point in the week where the PM has to appear in the Commons and be grilled by anyone who wants to put the boot in about anything at all. Keir Starmer decides today is the day to do some actual opposition, pushes Sunak on several fronts, and pretty much everyone reckons this is Starmer’s best ever performance at PMQs. People especially enjoy Starmer calling Rishi the “man with the reverse Midas touch”.
This is not, strictly speaking, actually funny. But it's political humour, which is like office humour. It doesn't actually have to be.
12.22pm
A former cabinet member tells the press that the Greek government are furious at Sunak’s snub. Uh oh!
Thursday, 30 November
Disgraced former Secretary of State for Health and all round human 1950s meat blancmange Matt Hancock talks to the Covid inquiry today. Specifically, to explain why he, the then-Secretary of State for Health, led the government so badly in the pandemic that we developed the second highest death rate in the world. To hear him tell it, he was an underdog hero doing his best to fight a toxic culture at Whitehall to get the pandemic handled responsibly.
The only problem with this is that it is contradicted by everyone else’s accounts.
He is called a “proven liar” who was “unfit for the job” by proven liar and unfit for his job Dominic Cummings. Former civil servant Helen MacNamara says Hancock displayed “nuclear levels” of overconfidence and said lots of things that later turned out to be untrue. Sadly for HandCock, he said these things to cameras that were recording him onto the telly, and so we do actually know.
Monday, 4 December
Keir Starmer talked about the economy today. He won’t rule out cutting public services, and it looks like he’s trying to tell disenfranchised Tory voters to jump ship to Labour.
Hope it’s a bluff! Very depressing if he’s serious. This is nowhere near as much fun as Tories being humiliated.
21.47pm
GOOD NEWS EVERYONE!
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(This is from the Mirror, you can’t destory me on your YouTube.)
Labour MP Diana Johnson proposes an amendment to the Victims and Prisoners Bill to compensate thousands of patients infected with HIV and hepatitis C through contaminated blood products in the 70s and 80s, to the tune of billions of pounds.
And it WON!  Narrowly – 246 votes to 242.  A huge deal, because that includes 23 Tory backbenchers.  That is very bad for Rishi Sunak. He he he.
Tory MP Edward Argar had tried to sort this in adance, by saying the government would provide their own similar amendment to the bill.  Basically, he realised this was a controversial bill for the party, and wanted to present a version that could be a Tory victory rather than a Labour victory and Tory humiliation.
Didn’t work.
And neither did a THREE LINE WHIP for Tory MPs to vote against the Labour plan?!?? YES KIDS YOU READ THAT RIGHT Sunak didn't want people infected with HIV and hepatitis C through contaminated blood products in the 70s and 80s to receive compensation in case it made him look bad, so he imposed a three line whip to force Tories to vote against it.
And 23 of them rebelled.
And now he looks even worse.
Lol.
Tuesday, 5 December
Have you done your homework, Tumblrs? Have you remembered those names? Have you formed an opinion?
7.38am
Home Office minister and children's cartoon hater Robert Jenrick is interviewed on Sky News.  It’s ugly stuff.  He refers to small boats “[breaking] in” to the UK.  He insists asylum seekers WILL start being deported to Rwanda before the next General Election.  And generally does big talk about cutting immigration.
What a hero.
1.27pm
James Cleverly is in Rwandan capital Kigali, as the UK signs a new treaty designed to help score the Supreme Court’s approval for the Rwanda plan.
1.40pm
So!
Cleverly’s doing pretty much what he said he’d do.  He’s trying to legislate to make the Rwanda plan safer, rather than try to disapply human rights treaties. This, of course, is the Sensible Plan, if your plan is still to get people killed, but you want it to actually succeed.
But former Home Secretary Cruella Braverman is driving a load of Tories to push to disapply human rights obligations – and she’s joined in this by Robert Jenrick!!!!
That’s RIGHT!  Hope you remembered his name, because now he’s a VILLAIN!  Or, well, more of one, and in a more immediate way. After disagreeing with Cleverly in the commons on 27 November, he’s joined Team Suella.  Tonight he’ll be part of a meeting between three different right-wing groupings...
1.46pm
The new treaty guarantees that, if these plans go ahead, asylum seekers won’t be returned to countries where their lives or freedom are threatened, and creates a requirement for an independent monitoring committee.
This treaty would be great if we lived in a world where the Supreme Court trusted the Rwandan government to honour treaty obligations.  But we live in the world where NOT having this trust was part of the reason the Supreme Court ruled the plans unlawful.
Even if this wasn’t the case, we still need new legislation, and that’ll be way more controversial than this new treaty.  The legislation was said to be ready by Thursday, which is a very short turnaround that only a lunatic would believe, but in a SHOCK DISAPPOINTING U-TURN the government now refuses to commit to this.
In any case...
This is causing cracks in the Tory party.
10.33pm
The Parliament's Christmas tree lights are turned on! 
It goes as well as anything else in Parliament:
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A visual representation of the Tory Party schism.
Wednesday, 6 December
8.21am
Boris Johnson arrives at the covid inquiry.  He will be questioned for two days.
He he he
10.26am
Johnson is asked why around 5,000 WhatsApp messages were lost on his phone from January to June 2020.
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Steffan made this brilliant meme. Please do not grass me up to hbomberman.
11.33am
It’s clear by now that Johnson wasn’t alert to the danger of covid by February 2020.  Johnson says it wasn’t declared a pandemic by WTO yet, and he wasn’t asked about it in PMQs. Gosh! What a good point, maybe!
Until the KC points out a troubling fact: “You were the Prime Minister.”
Ah. Yes. PMQs are irrelevant, you see – the Prime Minister is allowed information that the opposition aren’t. 
And, indeed, he probably would have had, if he'd actually attended the five Cobra meetings about it that would have briefed him on it just as the virus was being discovered.
12.49pm
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2.24pm
I’m skipping most of this stuff, since it’s normal lies and non-specific apologies from BJ.
But this one’s interesting.  Matt HandCock claimed he told Johnson on 13 March to call a lockdown.  There’s no written evidence of this happening.  Johnson outright contradicts it.
Lol
5.43pm
Cruella Braverman rejects Sunak’s Rwanda bill.  It fails the five tests she claimed his bill would need to pass.
These are tests she made up and published in a newspaper, I should stress, like they don't exist and she is not an authority. This is a bit like if I marched into your house, dear reader, and went "You are not allowed to celebrate the holidays this year because I personally said you have to pass my tests first and you haven't", and I'm pretty sure if I tried that you would drop me in a bin and laugh at me.
But, she has many supporters on the Tory right...
5.48pm
The Sun’s political correspondent says that if the Lords try to block emergency legislation, some Tory MPs reckon Sunak should call an election, fighting on Rwanda.
I desperately want this.  I DESPERATELY want this. They’ll lose that election so badly. SO badly. God, likes charge reblogs cast.
6.53pm
The villain Robert Jenrick … RESIGNS!
Oh no!  This is not good news if you’re the Prime Minister.
Fucking fantastic for the rest of us, though
7.26pm
Jenrick publishes his resignation letter on Twitter.  It’s two pages long, claiming the PM’s Rwanda plan basically won’t work.
Jenrick’s not wrong about that, but I speak as someone who doesn’t want any version of the Rwanda plan – not the monstrous Sunak one, and certainly not the hypermonstrous Braverman one. Good. Thanks for confirming, Darth Bell-end.
8.31pm
I enjoyed this tweet.
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8.52pm
Sunak writes back to Jenrick, claiming the new plan WILL work.
Which is not normally what happens?!? Normally they yell about their current madness in a letter, publish it on Twitter because no one else cares or will agree, and get roundly ignored. But, desperate times! Here, Sunak’s challenge is to try to win over the Tories who don’t believe in his ability to deliver the plan.  It’s a big ask.
So what are we left with?
10.37pm
A senior figure on the Tory right is asked whether their side will kill Sunak’s bill. 
And they’re not sure! If it’s the only offer on the table, it seems sensible to vote for it. 
BUT the right wing of the Tories aren’t famously very sensible.  They’ll probably try and add amendments at the very least, but it’s genuinely possible they’ll reject it out of spite, because they are LUNATICS.  Or as a political move to weaken Sunak.
And that's what you missed in the Tory Civil War!
(Up to last week)
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emojellyace08 · 7 months
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Hiii! I love the way you write and I was wondering if I could make a request (only if you want)
So how about the lookism boys reaction to an extremely beautiful and ethereal fem!reader who is like so feminine and ethereal she looks like a princess from a fairytale and even animals love her??
Anyways remember to stay safe and healthy!!
Lookism Men x Stunning Fem! Reader
Hiii Thanks for the request @jejegilipollas! This kind of reminds me of a Disney Princess reader! I'll be doing headcannons for almost every Lookism Men so I wouldn't leave out who you actually simp for xD. And remember all of us are really pretty in our on ways and we're all equal. And stay safe and healthy too! Warnings: insecurities, mentions of trauma, mature themes for the bottom/second part Genre: fluff ☁️ angst 🥀, slight lemon/smut 🍋 slight crack (comedy)🧨 ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿
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Daniel Park/Jay Hong/Zack Lee/Vasco/Eli Jang/Warren Chae/Jerry Kwon/Johan Seong/Jake Kim/Sinu Han/Duke Pyeon/Jace Park/Line Man/Brad Lee/Jiho Park/Magami Kenta/Young Jinyoung Park/Young Gapryong Kim/Jichang Kwak/Taesoo Ma/Xiaoleoung/Jihan Kwak/Jibeom Kwak/Yuseong
He doesn't really prioritize having a "Goddess or too good to be true looking girlfriend" since he already has lots of trauma and he's been really stressful lately. So having a dependable, trust-worthy, and helpful partner is enough for him.
But when he saw you, a transferee student/staff on his school/working place he couldn't stop staring at you. He may look like a creep so when you turn in his direction, so he'll look away pretty fast. But you took notice of this and knowing your friendly personality and warm vibes, you thought befriending him isn't a bad idea.
So when you approached him, he couldn't help but to blush and be awkward around you. He thinks that you're too good for him and he's out of your league. Your smart, pretty, kind, you name it. Because of his insecurities getting in his way, he doesn't really know if he even deserves to stay beside you. But after getting to know you better, you're not really a judgmental person and you're always staying beside him even when things aren't really going well for him. So he really learned how to trust you more.
He's also the type to innocently admire your beauty. He'll definitely shower you with lots of pure compliments! "Hi Y/N!" "Oh hello." you greeted him back with a soft voice as he noticed your hair tied in a different hair style since you often let your hair be loose down. "Your hair looks pretty today." he complimented you while rubbing his nape feeling shy. "Oh really? Thank you!" you smiled back at him, you've been feeling down lately because of your pretty privilege making you insecure. But his compliments just makes your day better. "Yeah, no problem."
You may not know it but it's obvious that he's an animal lover. And he always adopts or feed stray pups and kittens who either lost their way or have gotten abandoned by their animal parent or owner. So you asked him about this and he seems pretty flustered when you brought about the topic and you couldn't help but to giggle at his reaction. Oh God, your voice sounds so pretty. He really can't help but to admire you even more. He just really can't help but to compliment you a lot though you can hear the shy and bashful tone beneath his voice.
So when you're walking home after school/work, you saw a little kitten crying near the road. You decided to gently approach the animal since it can get hurt by a vehicle if you just let it be. You called for it's attention with a sweet voice. And unexpectedly, the cute furball didn't hesitate to rub her body on your leg making you chuckle. "You found a stray kitten?" you heard a familiar voice as you turned around to see that it's just him making you sigh. "Jesus, you scared me" you replied back as he softly chuckled and squatted down beside you making sure that he wouldn't scare the kitten away. "Shh, don't worry little one he's a nice guy" you cooed as he was shocked at your statement. Him? A nice guy? He couldn't help but frown thinking about the things he have done and the names people called him. He feels like you're too good for him, yet you're like a fire in a cold snowy weather. It may seems like your warm feeling can hurt him, but it's in fact the opposite. You made him feel, what's the word. Relaxed? Comfortable? He doesn't really know as he couldn't stay away from you no matter how many times he tried.
"So umm..." "Yes?" you asked him in a sweet tone as he tried completing his sentence, he couldn't help but stutter since he's been hiding his true feelings for you for a long time now. "I have pet food on my house, would you mind if we take her home?" he requested as your eyes sparkled. "Really? Sure! I was also planning to buy her food since it looks like she hasn't been fed for days." "Okay, but do you think you can carry her? Stray cats may have rabies if you got bitten y'know" he reminded you as you chuckled once again. "Don't worry. She let me touch her and it seems like she's getting used with my presence" "Sure. Let's go now" he stood up as you picked the little kitty on your warm arms. "So what will you name her?" he asked on his way home as you followed next to him. "Meowy!" (Chainsaw Man reference lol) "Meowy?" "Yeah. I couldn't think of a cool name. And when I saw her she didn't even hesitate to greet me, so I think Meowy will be her name" you stated as he can still see the light behind your eyes (MCR reference lol) as you petted the animal already felling asleep. He smiled at you as he thought how not only how beautiful you are, you also have a good heart. "Meowy is a pretty name. You should keep it" he replied back as you smiled at him and continued to thank him for helping you out on taking care of the little kitten. Can he just enjoy this moment with you? He have forgotten the danger outside the world as he has the desire to protect you. You really are his sunshine.
Gun Park/Samuel Seo/James Lee or DG/Magami Kenta/Hudson Ahn/Vin Ho Bin(Vin Jin)/Cheong Taejin/Mandeok/Olly Wang/Jiho Park (villain arc)
For the most part, he's not the type to be looking for a date unlike the others. He's not a hopeless romantic.
Though if he founds someone attractive he can't help himself to do the fling with them, releasing his stress on someone while making himself feel good. Yep, he's only fucking someone just so he can pleasure himself. Nothing more and nothing less.
But he can't help but to curious the moment he laid his eyes on you. You're cute to be honest, he won't deny that. You look and act so fragile, innocent most likely. You're also very gentle, sweet and passionate. Contrasting his wild and bold side. He's like a wild animal. He's harsh, aggressive and cold. He never has the desire to be involved on a romantic relationship. He finds the idea of it cringy to be honest. He finds it making him vulnerable. And he finds the idea of having a soft spot on someone well what's the word, to be honest he can't put words on the idea of it.
He does wonder sometimes if he actually lived a decent life, but that doesn't mean that he has regrets of becoming who he is today. He's strong and he can handle things on his own which makes him proud of himself. But hearing it from you and showering him with pure and genuine compliments sounds and feel very different. "Wow! You're so cool and strong!" you stated as your eyes sparkled like little stars on the dark, starry night. He smirked at this, he must admit that you look so innocent and if you continued to act like this, he wouldn't hesitate to give you a kiss if he's more affectionate. "Well I know" he simply replied. Thinking about this moments make his head ache and his stomach grumble. It's not because he's sick, but is it because of what most called butterflies? He chuckled at the thought of it. It's useless. He doesn't need anybody let alone a girl, but he'll often look for your presence when you and him are away for each other even if it's not a very long time.
And it makes him wonder why do you always stay on his side. You and him are too different. You actually lived a decent and peaceful life with a healthy environment, unlike him who's always surrounded by thugs and who's often obsessed with money, power, drugs, alcohol and sex. As much as he doesn't want to admit it, he does like you. That's why he's always pushing you away. He doesn't want you to get hurt. And he'll definitely kicked someone's ass if they ever tried to lay their hands on you.
"Hey," he called for your attention as you looked at him with those doe-like eyes. His voice sounds a bit harsh and demanding, but after getting to know him better and getting close to him you know that he's just like that to everybody. And you know that he actually doesn't mean it to be like that. "Yes?" you asked him softly as he made eye-contact. "Why do you always stay next to me?" he asked curiously as it made you slightly upset to be honest. Does he think of you as a burden? Are you annoying? Well despite you always getting compliments from other people about how you look like a princess or Goddess that popped on a fairy tail and given life, you're actually insecure about yourself. Your gentle and feminine side can be annoying to some. You can't help but to feel like a little child that always needed to be protected and taken care of. And you often cared too much about others making you a people pleaser. "What do you mean?" you chuckled trying to hide your distress but he took notice of this. He doesn't mean to be rude, he sighed as he reconstructed his statement since you misunderstood it in the wrong way. "I mean, why do you stay beside me? You can get hurt you know?" he stated as your eyes sparkled once again. "Ahh, you mean in that way?" "Yeah." "Well, because you're really nice!" you honestly answered as he was shocked by your response. Really? Most people viewed him as an asshole for beating them up for his work. "You're joking right?" "Why do you think I'm joking? You're strong, kind well in some times, and you actually protected me when I need help." you smiled at him once again as he looked from a different direction trying to hide his blush. So far, that's the most genuine compliment he got from someone else.
And he also took notice of how gentle you are with animals. Not only you help out other people, but also those street kittens and pups that randomly pop up on streets. He just finds owning a pet a bit stressful since he already has lots of responsibility in his shoulders. "PLEASE CAN WE ADOPT HIM!" you pleaded as you cling on his arms making him groan. "No." "WHY!" "Well, I can't take care of it and I don't want to." he answered honestly but in a brutal way making you frown. If you have dog ears right now it will droop down and your eyes got bigger again like you're about to cry. "Please? I'll take care of it..." you put your hands together begging as he stares at you. He honestly find it cringy since he doesn't know if you're doing that on purpose or if you're just too soft. Not being able to stop you, he sighed. "Fine, but don't ask me to be his babysitter." he looked away as you smiled once again. "C'mon just tell me that you also find him cute!" "Shut up..." he may sound rude, but you can see that little smirk forming on his lips.
Goo Kim/Jake Kim/Kuroda Ryuhei/Yoojin/Sinu Han
This men will be a 100% simp for you (especially Goo and Ryuhei). He just founds you really hot, cute and pretty! Well you name it.
In some levels, they do care about their partner's appearance (remember having preferences are not bad ladies and gentle man). But they actually do not belittle others who are not their taste especially women since for the most part. He's a gentleman (or he tries to be).
To be honest, they're just secretly horny lmao. Remember they're still men so having a partner with a beautiful face and body just makes him worked up. Like, you don't have a right to be this pretty (he just praises you at this point).
But he does know deep inside that looks are not just a fundamental in having a partner. He does care about personality. He just honestly can't stand women who looks hot but just acts annoying and bitchy most of the time. It turns him off the most. But meeting you is one of the best blessing he have. Not only you look like a deity, but you also act like one. He just thought you're an angel who fell from the sky, in this hellish place called Earth. Did God sent you for him? Is life not finally being an ass to him? Who knows.
He'll also compliment you 24/7. Like his mouth just wouldn't stop talking about you. Like, in some levels you kind of find it annoying especially if you're the quiet one. You also probably thought at first that he's a perv but he's just being honest and appreciative! So you just brushed it off and you actually started appreciating his comments about you since it's not harming you in anyways. In fact it also boosts your confidence even more. "Y/N do you know how pretty you are?" he teased just to get a reaction out of you (and he also likes making you smile H:LKHDL:KHAL:KFH:LDKHA) "Of course I do" you smirked as you played along with him. "Well you actually look like a koala" "HEY THAT'S RUDE!" you stated as he laughed at your reaction "BUT KOALAS ARE CUTE!".
He also finds it adorable when you adopt stray animals. He just finds you "waifu material" girl. He also fantasizes about adopting 5 kittens or puppies with you and living on a peaceful and small town. You know, just the normal couple living their best life. Though he wouldn't be open about it since he finds it lowkey embarrassing lmao. "BABE! I FOUND A KITTEN ON A STREET!" "C'mon Y/N it's the fifth time you adopted a cat. Are you making an orphanage out of animals?" he teased as your kitten named Pebbles cling into him like a toddler begging for his dad's attention. "Please? I already have a name for her" you pleaded as he sighed knowing that he can't stop your motherly behavior with animals and besides he finds the cat cute too, it's a pure white kitten with blue sapphire like eyes. "What's her name though?" he asked curiously as you smiled and named the cat Snow. "Why won't you name her Elsa?" "C'mon love you make too much jokes." you sighed trying not to laugh as he chuckled at your reaction. "I'm just kidding, besides Snow's a really fitting name." he gently picked the cat on your arms and petting it. He just finds you daring. You're more than just your looks and he finds that fascinating :3.
A/N: I hope you really like it! It's kind of rushed yet late lmao. And I'm more of a cat person than a dog person but I still hoped you liked it!
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citruslullabies · 15 days
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It took me a whole hour to get the confidence to request this but.
I picture catnap with a hamster reader. The reader would be scared and timid around catnap BC he's a cat and she's basically a hamster. It took her a while to get used to catnap but they became besties to each other. Catnap loves the hamster reader bc of the soft fur and soft chubby cheeks. And every time the hamster reader is taking a nap he would cuddle with him. Yeh.. that's it. Sorry if it's long:<
Don't feel scared to send in requests hon!!
Trigger warnings: none
Romantic/platonic: unspecified
Requested by: legostars
Category: fluff
Ship (romantic or platonic): catnap x hamster smiling critter!reader
Word count: 411
Cat and Mouse
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When you were created, you were intended to basically be the Jerry to Catnap's Tom on screen. Silly, right? Well that fear that Jerry must've felt followed you off screen too.
You constantly avoided Catnap, getting scared when he approached and squeaked before running. You may have not been a mouse but you were a hamster, and cats were notorious for killing hamsters. You were skittering away on your little paws after the feline had approached you again, not daring to look back despite the purple cat actually seeming really confused and holding the charm that was supposed to be around your neck. It had fallen off on scene, so he wanted to give it back.
He had Dogday give it back, unhappy by how much calmer you were around him. Dogs were no better after all. It was like this for MONTHS.
Well at least until you finally gave him a chance, due to pressure from the hyper canine. And you two… actually hit it off really well, you had similar interests and just enjoyed each other's company. But you quickly realized that catnap seemed to have a fascination with how soft you were, constantly nuzzling against your face and kneading your fur. You were victim to his paws again as he laid beside you, kneading your fuzzy stomach and nuzzling his fat head against your chubby cheeks.
You giggled and tried to use your tinier paws to swat him away, letting out little squeaks and chirp-like noises. You eventually gave in and gently stroked the cat's fur, humming. “You're making me tired…” You whined, causing the feline pressed against you to purr louder. He never had to use red smoke on you.
Catnap was always quiet, more than most other critters. But he communicated to you with affection and sounds rather than words a lot, so when you fell asleep he crawled up on top of you and curled up. Enjoying the sound of your heartbeat and the pulsing of your chest reminding him that you were still alive, his left ear twitched as he got cozy and popped one eye open to glance at you. Purring as he spoke, knowing you were asleep and could not hear him as he did. “Sleep well, Hammy…” He always called you Hammy, short for Hamster. It was his personal name for you.
You were the only critter he truly felt any regret and pity for when the hour of joy came.
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wanderingelvis · 8 months
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can i request a sort of innocent reader goes to graceland for the first time to meet elvis and she's all shy and nervous and elvis ends up being really sweet to her? maybe she gets scared or something from a thunderstorm or something like that? love ur writing btw!
this is a LONG one, buckle up guys!!
🧚 Masterlist 🧚
Word count: 4,568
Pairings: Early 60s!Elvis x Innocent!F!Reader
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You were nervous to meet Elvis Presley.  You were a friend of Jerry's little sister, so when she invited you to meet the King of Rock n' Roll himself, you couldn't quite believe what you were hearing.
"Oh he's real sweet Y/N, so kind, you're gonna just love him, I know it." Ruth said as you drove up to Graceland in a car that Jerry, and by default, Elvis had sent for the two of you. "But he's a very busy man see, he won't hang around for long." She informed you and you nodded, taking in what she was saying.
Ruth was a much bigger character than you, socially she would command attention and that's what she liked about having you as a friend, you were a little wallflower who was more than happy to be in her shadow.
You turned to the more confident girl in the opposite seat. "Are you sure he don't mind us stayin' the night? I mean, I know he loves you but I'm just a stranger." You asked tentatively.
"Oh be serious Y/N! 'Course he won't mind! Besides, he's probably not gon' even notice you I bet! Might think ya one of the staff!" Ruth giggled playfully, sometimes you felt that her words might be laced with malice but you'd brush it off, silently telling yourself that Ruth surely couldn't be like that. Surely.
When the driver parked up outside of Graceland, Jerry and Sonny came to greet the two of you as you gazed at the surroundings. Now, you'd never exactly struggled for money growing up but you'd certainly never, ever seen wealth like this.
You'd met Jerry a few times but never Sonny, however they were both lovely, with Sonny insisting on taking your bag for you as they took you into the mansion and passed the bags on to the maids in the house who presumably took them to the rooms you'd be staying in.
"Elvis! We're here!" Ruth hollered, running up to the figure that emerged from the kitchen as you lingered behind.
You gasped a little, catching the mans attention in the process, as you realised that you were in the presence of one of the greatest performers of all time. Your sweet excitement made Elvis smirk - he'd always enjoyed the effect he had on women although, if he had to admit it, he preferred women that were more reserved and shy. There was no shortage of women throwing themselves at Elvis and he missed the excitement of trying to win a girl over and he knew instantly when a girl was shy, and he knew instantly that shyness consumed you.
 "Hey there, honey," Elvis said in that low Southern voice, walking up to you and closing the space between the two of you. 
"H-Hi." You stuttered, instantly embarrassed that you couldn't get even one word out without letting your nerves get the better of you. 
Naturally you wouldn't admit this to Elvis, in fact, you hadn't even told Ruth, but you'd been practising in the mirror for the past week what you were you were going to say if you did in fact meet Elvis.
"Oh Mr Presley, you have such a lovely home, thank you for inviting me. My names Y/N, pleased to meet you."
"Ruth's told me so many kind things about you Mr Presley."
"I'm very grateful that you're letting me stay, it's very kind of you Mister." But all of those practises seemed to vanish from your mind as the King of Rock n Roll himself towered over you and you mentally kicked yourself for only managing to muster up a measly 'Hi' and you couldn't even get that right. 
"You gotta name honey?" Elvis smirked slightly.
"Oh um, yes, yes I do!" You smiled, getting all sweet and flustered in front of the big man who raised his eyebrow after you stopped speaking. "Oh!" You gasped, realising you hadn't even told him what your name was. "My names Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N." 
Elvis nodded, he was already fond of you. He'd known Ruth for years and whilst he wouldn't ever say it out loud, he found her a tad annoying, so when she'd asked Jerry to ask Elvis if her best friend to come to Graceland with her, Elvis was expecting someone with a similar personality, he was not expecting what was standing shyly in front of him. 
"Why don't we give you girls a tour, huh? You can see where yous are sleepin' and where everythin' is?" Elvis suggested and you were a little surprised at how welcoming he was and in all honesty, you felt bad for even thinking he would be too busy make an effort with the two of you.
Ruth let out a little giggle, batting Elvis' arm, "I know my way round Elvis! It's like ma second home, silly!" She laughed, but you noticed Elvis didn't exactly seem to reciprocate, just offering Ruth a small smile of acknowledgement. 
"Well, your lil' friend ain't been here before," Elvis said shortly before turning his gaze to you, making you blush and try to look anywhere but at the most famous man in the world. All of a sudden, your battered sneakers were starting to seem real interesting to look at. "Wouldn't want her to feel forgotten now, would we?" Elvis said lowly staring right at you, making you gulp nervously at the intensity that shrouded him, before he gestured for everyone to follow him, presumably to start the tour. 
Now, you knew that Graceland was going to be big, but you didn't imagine it would be this big. As Elvis and Jerry escorted you and Ruth around, you couldn't help but become a little overwhelmed at how many rooms there were. 
It was a lot to take in, leading to you staying as quiet as a mouse, admiring lots of the furnishings and pretty decorations whilst Ruth talked Elvis' ear off, telling him all about how she'd recently seen Roy Orbison perform and how his show was nothing compared to Elvis's. You were too preoccupied by gazing around the hallways and lavish rooms of Graceland to notice that as Elvis placated Ruth with curt hums and nods, he kept looking back and watching you. 
He thought you were an odd little thing, you appeared to be incredibly curious and wide-eyed whilst simultaneously jumping out of your skin any time anyone would make a noise that was even the slightest bit louder than a normal speaking volume.
You weren't even sure how many rooms you'd been shown before you all finally landed on the room that was to be the one that you'd be staying in. Elvis opened the door for you, placing his large hand on the small of your back, making you jump a little at the touch - something only Elvis noticed as you looked up at him with big eyes, offering him a sweet smile and blushing slightly with embarrassment at flinching at his touch before you turned to look at your room.
It was gorgeous, oh Lord, if only your Mommy could see this room, you thought to yourself. It had everything and overlooked the stables. Your eyes scanned the room with awe before they grew wider, setting on your all too familiar stuffed bunny, Hopper, placed on the bed by the pillows, on full display for everyone to see - presumably placed there by one of the maids.
"Is that... a stuffed bunny?" Ruth said, covering her mouth as she snickered at you, delighting in the embarrassment and the flustered panic you were experiencing. 
You scampered over as the group of Elvis, Jerry and Ruth watched you scramble to grab your bunny and throw it under the bedding to hide it. Elvis smirked a little, watching your pathetic albeit adorable attempt at making everyone believe that the little stuffed bunny on the bed wasn't yours.
"No, no I don't know w-what that is!" You stuttered, your back facing the others that were stood in the doorway.
It wasn't that you were ashamed of having your bunny, you just worried that Ruth might make it a bigger deal than it really was. 
"Sure, Y/N..." Ruth giggled. "It's cute that you need a teddy!" Ruth said, despite no truth being laced in her voice. 
"Ruth, that's enough." Jerry said quietly, realising that Ruth was delighting in belittling you.
"I'm sorry!" Ruth chuckled, throwing her hands in the air in mock defence. "I was just sayin', it's cute s'all, classic Y/N."
Your cheeks turned a violent shade of pink as you stood there, now facing Elvis, Jerry and Ruth, your soft pink lips parting to try and say something that would help the sticky situation you were in, but no words were coming out. 
Fortunately, a thick Southern voice started talking instead, your eyes fluttering up to be met with Elvis'. "I think we should show you girls the stables and see them horses, how's about it hm?" Elvis said, mainly to you, clearly saving you from having to say anything more.
You nodded tentatively, your chest rising and falling with anxiety. Elvis gestured with his big ring-covered hand for you to follow as Jerry and Ruth made a head start. You walked towards him in the doorway as he held the door open for you like a gentleman, letting you go past him and sending you a wink to ease your nerves.
Elvis continued his tour of Graceland by showing you the stables and all of the beautiful horses that filled them. The embarrassment you'd felt from the bedroom incident meant that you stayed lingering behind everyone else, quietly taking it all in and only speaking when spoken to. 
You just felt so silly. You didn't want Elvis to feel like he'd invited some silly little kid into his home, you just wanted the ground to swallow you up. 
Once the tour was over, you, Elvis, Ruth and Jerry all joined a few other members for dinner with Sonny instructing you to sit at the right hand of side of Elvis.
"That can't be right Sonny! You know what Elvis is like, he gets real funny about who sits next to him, he wouldn't pick Y/N, he don't even know her!" Ruth retorted in front of everyone except Elvis who had yet to appear for dinner.
"Actually hon, EP requested it directly." Sonny said bluntly, nodding at you to sit down in the chair. Both you and Ruth had a very confused expression on your faces, there had been times when Ruth was little where Elvis had let her sit in that seat but usually it was reserved for whichever girlfriend he had at the time or his right-hand man, Jerry.
You complied and sat down, keeping your gaze focused on the silverware as you felt multiple people staring at you from around the table and daggers being shot your way by Ruth, all until Elvis finally arrived, alleviating the tension.
Dinner proceeded with Sonny and Billy telling Elvis all about Nancy Sinatra's show that they'd just seen as well as Jerry chatting about the new RV he'd acquired for their next trip down to Las Vegas. You listened politely, fascinated by the world that currently surrounded you, all this excitement and oppulence. You couldn't wait to go home and tell your Mommy all about everything that was happening to you.
You were snapped out of your thoughts by a voice at your side.
"Say, tell me darlin', what are ya studyin'?" Elvis asked as he sat at the head of the table, with you by his side.
"Oh," You said, your eyes widening at the attention from all around the table suddenly turning to you. "I um, well, truth be told, I was studyin' History and even though it really is interestin' and all, I dropped out to take art classes instead, I like doin' art a lot more." You said fidgeting with your hands as you spoke, making Elvis realise that there was no way that your nerves were going to go away, not any time soon at least.
"Y/N does her own drawings and stuff." Ruth chimed in, interrupting you and making Elvis' attention turn to her. 
"Oh?" Elvis said, partially to you, partially to Ruth.
"She does these lil' cartoons and doodles, don't ya Y/N? They're great for little kids I think, they're that kinda level, like a starter drawing that you could teach a kid!" Ruth said and you furrowed your brow a little. Sure, you didn't think that you were the best artist in the world but your work wasn't just 'doodles', you'd spent a lot of time on learning how to draw well. 
"Well, I'll have t'get you t'draw a picture of me sometime soon in that case." Elvis proposed to you with a smile.
You opened your lips to reply, before Ruth got there first. "Oh Y/N wouldn't be able to do that just yet, unless ya want a goofy lookin' picture I suppose!" She giggled, her words cutting through you. "But maybe you'll get there Y/N! It's good that you're takin' classes and all ain't it? Maybe one day someone might think you're an actual artist!" Ruth said to you from across the table making you furrow your brow at the backhanded compliment. "I've been tellin' Y/N that she should come to Boston with me for my studies, said it would be good for her to get outta Memphis but she refuses to go on a plane! Says it gives her the spooks!" Ruth laughed, embarrassing you further as you knew that the man to your right owned his own plane. "But I'm still goin', got big plans see, I've got three different classes I'm gonna take..." Ruth said, chatting away about all her studies and her big plans, dominating the conversation.
As Ruth rattled on about all sorts, you felt your appetite become lost as you stared at the plate in front of you, trying not to let Ruth's words get to you. 
It was then that a large hand rested unexpectedly on your exposed thigh, causing a soft, quiet gasp to leave your lips, too quiet for anyone but Elvis to notice. You glanced up at the man who sent you a comforting wink and squeezed your thigh with his big hands, the numerous large, cold rings, nipping at your flesh. 
You shot the man a slight smile, appreciating the comfort. You'd always felt invisible when you were stood by Ruth. Everyone adored her and loved that her brother worked for Elvis and you, well, you were just you. Normally, you didn't really mind feeling invisible, you really didn't, but for some reason, Ruth had seemed to make it her mission to make you feel even more invisible than usual whist also exposing all of your biggest insecurities. But as you held eye contact with Elvis, you didn't feel as invisible, not in this moment at least.
Elvis offered you a reassuring nod, before turning his attention to Ruth to appear to seem engaged in whatever she was harping on about, all the while, keeping his hand firmly placed on your though, his thumb rubbing the smooth skin up and down slowly, his silent and secret attempt to comfort you.
The rest of dinner went by quickly, followed by games in the Jungle room that you insisted on just watching, knowing you weren't very good at playing pool and wanting to avoid making a fool of yourself.
But once you began to yawn every thirty seconds, you knew it was your bedtime, excusing yourself and bidding everyone goodnight, waving at them as you left, smiling at Elvis in particular who you'd decided was the nicest of all of the men.
By the time you were in your bed, you were exhausted from the events of the day, emotionally drained and ready for some sleep, but that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. 
Now, you'd never been very good with the dark, it scared you enough that your mother let you have a night light permanently, even if the bulbs for it were expensive. However, there were no night lights to be found in your room, making you clutch Hopper, your bunny as tightly as possible as you began to feel the nerves bubble up inside your small body. And just to add to your stress, the storm that had begun outside was becoming unbearably loud, with the wind and rain making you jump and begin to cry. The final straw, after hours of trying to be brave and try and possibly remain calm, despite failing miserably, was the wind rattling the stable doors, causing them to bang repeatedly. Even though it was just that, the stable doors, poor little you didn't realise and the banging noises made you jump out of bed in tears, desperate for your Mommy.
Grabbing onto Hopper and trying to routinely wipe away the tears and the snot that was coming from you, you decided to find the telephone you'd seen Jerry use earlier to call your mother, desperate for her familiar warmth and reassurance that she'd given you before in situations like these.
You softly padded out of your room, trembling as you tried to work out which way to go, the long, dark hallway confusing and scaring you. As you wandered about the house, you felt yourself getting all worked up all over again as you realised you'd gotten lost in the big, dark mansion. You let out soft cries and sniffles as you tried to find any room that you recognised until you finally came to a staircase where you could see some light coming from below it. 
As you walked towards it, trying to muffle and stop your tears, you realised it was Elvis, reading through various papers on a huge couch in front of a burning fireplace. 
Relief washed over you as you realised you'd finally found someone who could help you as your sniffles caught Elvis' attention who turned to you as you reached the bottom of the staircase, your figure now standing in front of him, dressed in nothing but your little, cotton night dress and your bunny in your hands.
"I g-got lost and um, I just, I just wanna call my M-Mommy." You whispered, trying not to let your voice crack after you'd already let a few tears fall down your flushed, pink cheeks.
Elvis was taken aback at the state of you, he knew you were a quiet, shy, nervous little thing but at this moment you'd seemed to regress a little in your behaviour, clutching the bunny that earlier, you'd been so desperate to hide.
Elvis walked over to you with concern in his face, crouching in front of you as you stood in front of him, rubbing away tears with a balled up fist and holding your bunny, Hopper to your chest with your other hand.
"Oh darlin', did somethin' happen? What's wrong hm? We can give yer Mommy a call, it's okay, it's gon' be okay, little one." Elvis soothed in a calming tone as you nodded with a couple of adorable hiccups escaping your small body.
"It was all rainin' and windy and loud and everythin' was dark and I'm scared of the dark and then I kept hearin' banging noises from outside my window and I got scared and I tried to find a telephone but I got lost and didn't know where to go and, and-" You began hyperventilating, reliving the scary night to Elvis who hushed you as he took your small hand in his large one and led you, in your little nightgown, to the couch in front of the burning fireplace. "M'sorry, I feel so stupid."
Elvis sat down beside you before he easily picked you up and brought you into his lap, rubbing soothing circles into your back, relaxing you for the first time since you'd arrived at Graceland and the drowsy sensation that was being caused, leading you to completely forget that you were sitting in the lap of the most famous man in the world. You couldn't help but start to space out a little, the exhaustion of the night catching up to you as well as the wave of relief that consumed you now that you felt safe with Elvis. Elvis watched as you began to blink absent-mindedly, the drowsiness catching up to you and your eyelids growing heavy and sleepy at Elvis' persistent touches.
Whilst in this very moment, Elvis felt a lot of genuine care and concern for you, he'd been thinking about you ever since you'd gone to bed in fact, he couldn't help but enjoy the effect he was having on you. He watched you as you practically melted into his touch, being too overwhelmed and sleepy to even try and resist letting your body rest on his. 
Your fingers were softly stroking through your bunny's fur in an attempt at self soothing as you lazily blinked your long, pretty eyelashes, feeling your mind go all fuzzy and mushy at Elvis' comforting you.
"Oh no darlin', you're not stupid, not stupid at all, I know that." Elvis hushed. "I know it does get awful dark here at night because we ain't near anythin' else. Must've been real scary honey, m'sorry." Elvis cooed quietly, his voice barely above a whisper as he began run his fingers through your hair to relax and calm you, making you feel even more dozy.
The combination of Elvis' gentle touches and quiet, soothing, low voice and the warmth radiating from his body was all becoming a bit much for you as you involuntarily felt your body leaning into his as you rested in his hold. Your back rested against Elvis' torso as you let your head lull by his collarbone, meaning you couldn't see the smirk that was across Elvis' face.
"Real scary." You murmured in agreement with Elvis as you felt the fear begin to disappear.
"Awh baby, I know." Elvis pacified. "You were a brave girl comin' t'me like you did, you're safe now honey, I got you." He assured you, making you feel all warm and tingly inside. 
You'd never sat in a mans lap before, you'd never been held like this in such a way before but truthfully, you weren't able to process any thoughts properly, not as long as Elvis continued to let his fingers roam your body, relaxing and calming you.
It was as if he'd put some sort of spell on you.
But he was right, you were safe now, you certainly felt that way with him - you didn't even feel embarrassed at having Hopper with you.
And as if he could read your mind, the man gestured to the toy i your clutches. "Looks like yer little friend helped though, hm?" Elvis said, making you realise that it had always been obvious that Hopper was your toy.
"M'sorry for lyin' earlier, I didn't wanna lie, I don't know why I did, but um, but he's my bunny, his name is Hopper. I had him since I was a little girl, and um, my Mommy gave him to me and she saved up all her money one Christmas to get him for me, because um, we didn't really always have that much see, and um, so Hopper is real special t'me." You whispered sweetly, looking down at your lap where Hopper rested.
Elvis kept his eyes trained on you, studying your sleepy expressions and the unconfident stutters in your voice that all appeared so endearing and adorable to him - and despite how annoying he found Ruth, he couldn't help but be silently grateful to her for bringing you to him.
"Dontchu worry darlin', I ain't gon' judge, I think it's very sweet." Elvis told you, causing you to lift your head up and smile up at Elvis. "Now, how about I try give your Momma a call?" Elvis suggested and you nodded.
After a couple of attempts but to no avail, you knew she was probably asleep, you didn't really want to disturb her anymore, you were actually feeling a little bit better in Elvis' company. You didn't feel as nervous around him, he was a lot gentler than you'd imagine him being.
After a while of relaxing in Elvis's hold, you found yourself quietly drifting off to sleep, the fireplace in front of the two of you dimming and the lack of heat causing you to instinctively snuggle closer into Elvis' chest. Following a period of silence, Elvis realised you were falling asleep and realised it was probably time to get the sweet little thing in his lap to bed and he was secretly hoping it would be his.
"Honey?" Elvis whispered, causing you to whine at the disturbance. "Oh little one, you can't fall asleep here, you wanna be in a big comfy bed, dontchu?" Elvis cooed.
"Nuh-uh!" You whined, your eyes still half closed as you wriggled about in Elvis' arms. "Wanna stay with you, don't wanna go back to the dark room." You mumbled, barely coherently.
Elvis knew it was as a result of your overwhelming day, he knew that, but it didn't stop the satisfaction build up within him at you admitting to wanting to stay sleeping in his arms. He also knew that you were just too innocent and too sweet to really understand what you were really saying and what it could lead to but he didn't care. 
"Awh, is my baby too scared to go back to her room?" Elvis murmured adoringly at you, he knew he was being forward with the pet names but he also knew you were in a situation where you were obviously feeling clingy and needy.
You nodded as your head rested on his chest, silently hoping that Elvis would let you stay, even just a little longer, on the couch with him.
"Well, would you like to sleep in my room with me tonight, sweetheart?" Elvis propositioned quietly.
You nodded again, making Elvis smirk once more before hiding it as you pushed your body up from him to face him directly.
"I-I-" You stammered shyly.
"What is it honey?" Elvis asked with a raised eyebrow, noticing that the sudden shyness was back.
"It's just, I don't wanna do any of that kinda stuff, y'know? If that's um, if that's okay, it's just I've never done anythin' like that before and I don't know, I just don't think m'ready, if that's okay?" You said, looking at Elvis with anticipation as you watched his expression soften.
"Oh baby, don't you worry your pretty lil' head, okay? We're just gon' sleep okay? I just wanna look after you little one, make sure you ain't gonna get scared anymore." Elvis assured you, making a weight lift off your shoulders as you reached forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a cuddle. 
"Now then honey, it's far too late for a little girl like you to be awake, let's get you to bed." Elvis chuckled after your sweet gesture of a cuddle, as he helped you off the couch and began to lead you to his bedroom.
"Elvis?" You murmured softly, stopping the two of you from walking any further down the hallway. Elvis hummed in response. "You're not gonna tell Ruth about this are you? I just think she might make fun of me for it or somethin', think I'm bein' a baby about the dark or somethin'." You said anxiously, looking up at Elvis.
"Well, in that case, it'll be our little secret." Elvis assured you as he took your little hand in his big one, leading you all the way to his bedroom.
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loversofthegrave · 18 days
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What are some of your fave wincest fics?
Oh I'm so glad you asked anon! I am always looking for fic recs so I'm sure some followers will appreciate this little one here;
(in no particular order)
try asking by applecrumbledore
“Jerry says he saw them going at it in the back of that car of theirs outside Atlanta last year, I swear to God.”
“Listen, man, I don’t like them either, but that’s a low blow. Jerry’s a fucking pervert.”
outside POV ftw
other brothers by homo_pink
A callow boy can go from infancy to someone’s lover in the space of two wildflower summers.
Another outside POV but this writer I kneel at the altar for, absolute perfection. Read all their work, you're in for a treat
Howls in my bones by weefaol
When John gets a call to investigate a series of grisly animal killings, he drops Sam and Dean at an abandoned cabin two towns over. The boys find ways to keep busy — playing cards, watching movies, chopping wood — but with a howling winter storm on the way, there’s nowhere for Sam to hide his illicit feelings for his older brother.
As the lure of desire threatens to devour him, Sam must learn to face the wolves that lurk outside and the monsters within.
weecest
In the garden where sin began by nyoka
Some places, they grow for you.
weecest, beautifully written, so tender
one on, two out by deadlybride
In the fall of 2001, Deacon gets a letter from his old friend John Winchester, asking if John's son can stay at his house for a while.
not exactly wincest but I want to recommend this because it's just a great insight into a young dean and his vulnerability and there's a sequel involving wincest elements. Really really loved this
it started out with a kiss by intrepidheart
Sam has a date. That's not the problem. The problem is that Sam's asking Dean to teach him how to kiss. The problem is that this kiss changes everything.
rightly obsessed with jealous dean
the repeated image of the lover destroyed by hathfrozen
"Do you really love me that much?" Sam asks.
Dean laughs, a harsh sound, his body shaking underneath Sam.
"Look at me," Dean hisses, eyes still shut. "What the fuck do you think?"
see things so much clearer by deadlybride
Sam's been acting oddly. Dean learns how to use the history on an internet browser and finds out why.
somewhere there's blue by linden
Dean was just gonna go ahead and call this one: evenings which ended with Sam in a river were not evenings which had gone too well.
nickle and dime by linden
It was unlikely, Dean felt, that they'd be coming back to Montana: Child Protection Services had a real nasty habit of not forgetting people's names.
here's a few for now, I have more but I need to remember the names! I will probably reblog this with them but I hope you enjoy! Also if anyone has any recs please point me in that direction
much love
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Written in the Stars
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Pairing: Steven Grant x gn!reader (implied Marc Spector x gn!reader and Jake Lockley x gn!reader)
Word Count: 800
Summary: Steven doesn’t have a birthday. He takes the task of choosing one very seriously.
Content: Fluff, one use of a pet name (love)
A/N: This follows Leap Year, but it’s not necessary to read that first. I don’t know a ton about astrology, so I’m learning as I go. Enjoy! :)
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“Here it is!” you say triumphantly, pulling a purple book off one of Steven’s lower shelves.
Steven takes the book in his hands gingerly, as if it’s something sacred. “Why do you have this, anyway?”
You shrug. “My college roommate was really into astrology and tried to get me interested, too. I just never got rid of it. It’s sentimental, I guess.”
Steven nods, already flipping through the pages as he makes his way to the couch. “So, what signs are Marc and Jake, again?” he asks, not looking up.
You join him on the couch. “Both Pisces, oddly enough,” you remark.
He hums. “Maybe I should be, too.” He quickly consults the table of contents before flipping to the page on Pisces. “‘Empathetic, imaginative, creative,’” he reads. He skims a few more pages before saying, “It’s all a bit vague, innit?”
You laugh. “I guess it is, yeah.”
“Well, you can turn on the telly or grab your own book, if you like. This will take me a bit to get through.”
You stare at him. “You’re not gonna read the whole thing, are you?”
He looks back at you, confused. “How else will I know what sign I am?”
“I don’t think it’s that serious,” you say. “Jake just picked a date he liked.”
Steven just shrugs. “I’d like to see what the book says, I think.”
“Alright,” you say with a shrug of your own. “Knock yourself out.” You scooch towards the other end of the couch, where your latest read is waiting on the end table. You turn on the lamp and settle in.
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Steven’s a fast reader. In the time it takes you to slog through a few chapters, he’s closing the astrology book with a satisfying thump. “All done,” he announces.
You close your own book after marking your place with a bookmark (a slightly crumpled receipt counts as a bookmark, right?). “And? What’d you pick?”
“Virgo,” he says.
“Yeah?” you ask, interested. “Why’s that?”
Steven finds the appropriate page and reads, “‘Intelligent, analytical, hard-working.’” He looks to you, his confidence wavering. “That…sounds like me, right?”
You offer him a kind smile. “I think so, yeah. Did you pick a date?”
He shakes his head. “Not yet.” He briefly looks down again. “Says here I can do any day from the twenty-third of August to the twenty-second of September.”
You hum.
“Wait a second…” Steven trails off, grabbing his phone out of his pocket and typing something in.
“What?” you ask.
“Aha!” he says. “Twenty-fourth August. That’s what I want my birthday to be.”
“How come?”
“Tomb Buster premiered on that day in 1990. I reckon us Steven Grants should have the same birthday,” he explains with a grin.
You can’t help but match his smile. “August twenty-fourth it is, then. I’ll add it to my calendar.”
He closes the book again and hands it back to you. “Thank you for lending that to me, love.”
“Any time,” you say, taking the book and returning it to its spot on the bookshelf. You glance at the clock. “Ready to start on dinner?”
“Sounds good to me,” Steven says, standing up and following you to the kitchen.
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After dinner has been taken care of and you’ve watched a movie, you’re in the bathroom getting ready for bed. You can hear Steven talking outside the door. You assume he’s conversing with his alters.
When you exit the bathroom, you see Steven standing at the fish tank, bottle of fish food in hand. He doesn’t seem to notice you as he continues on speaking. You realize he’s talking to the fish.
“Maybe I should’ve picked Pisces, Gus,” he muses.
Gus II and his two tank-mates, Tom and Jerry (named together by Marc and Jake, despite Steven’s protests), swim around in slow circles, seemingly waiting for Steven to feed them.
He shakes the bottle, watching the flakes drop gently into the water. “Then all three of us would be the same. And Pisces is fish, innit? It fits.”
“Steven!” you groan playfully. “You can’t just change your zodiac sign!”
“Why not?” he counters. “I just picked it today. There should be some sort of trial period, right?”
You snort. “Maybe, but I like the day you picked. It means something to you.”
“Alright, fine,” Steven says. He bids the fish good night before following you to the bed.
You settle in under the covers and say good night to one another. Your eyes are closed when you hear Steven ask into the darkness, “Do I get a cake for my birthday?”
You smile to yourself. “If you want one.”
“And presents?”
“Of course.”
It’s quiet for a moment. Then, “What about balloons?”
“Whatever you want, Steven,” you say fondly. “Whatever you want.”
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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Please feel free to let me know what you think. :)
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