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soulaires · 5 months

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cardan greenbriar headcanons

I would still adore you with your hands around my neck.

ꨄ︎ He is brutally and unapologetically mean when you first met, he doesn’t really ‘bully’ but makes it clear he HATES you (snickering/laughing w his friends whenever you are in sight or gives backhanded and sarcastic comments )

ꨄ︎ you don’t really entertain him most of the time which drove him MAD he doesn’t really understand why he’s craving for your attention so bad

ꨄ︎ he couldn’t really understand that he liked you o he’s just mean, he doesn’t know how to get your attention without the full on teasing

ꨄ︎ whenever you respond to his teasing, your words cut him like a knife (you hurt his ego, he hurt your pride 🤷‍♀️)

ꨄ︎ the moment he realized he likes you, he just deny, deny, deny, deny.

ꨄ︎ he absolutely hates the way how much he wants you, hates the way he craves for you, your presence, your touch dearly and hates the way he badly want to shut you up by a kiss

ꨄ︎ when he saw you kissed locke, he get irritated and finally starting to accept it

you are currently in a garden, reading a book when suddenly the bane of your existence voice greeted you,

“why did you fucking kissed locke??” Cardan marched towards you as he settled in front of you, you stood up, preparing to leave but he caught your arms.

“I ask you a question, princess. Answer it.” He remarked, the gap between you two is a bit close than ever.

“None of your business, royal highness.” You mocked.

“Why? Why does it have to be him? You have a terrible taste.”

“He’s a good kisser, I would not lie.” you try to get under his skin

“No, he Isn’t.” He argued

“Why do you always have to disagree to everything I say???”

“Because, my dear, If I agree with you, then both of us would be wrong.”

“You drive me crazy, Greenbriar.”

“How crazy?” He mused. “Show me how mad I drive you.”

you rolled your eyes as you start to wak out but cardan was quick to corner you in a tree, your heart is racing, tension is thick and yu could not breath.

he seems to caught onto that as he smirks, “my, my, my, darling, why is your heart racing so fast when I haven’t even touch you, hm?”

you can feel your cheeks heet up as yu raises your eyebrow, “and how would you even know that?”

he grabs your hand and put it on his chest, “because mine is.”

You let your arms away from his beating heart as if it burns you, “you should go.” you breathed out. “Yeah, you should definitely go, cardan.” You distanced yourself but not far enough from him.

“Go where, sweatheart?” his face is much more closer to yours, “here?” You can feel his breath on your shoulder. “Or maybe here?” It moved up to your neck.

“ca—cardan.” You stuttered. You fucking stuttered. You heard him chuckled and moved up to your ear

“Kiss me.” you heard his hoarse voice whispers to your ear.

“What?” Your eyes went wide as you backed away.

“I said, kiss me. Kiss me until I am sick of it. Kiss me until his taste is out of your lips, kiss me until all you can taste is me. Kiss me.” he begs. All cardan could only think was that he needed you. Needed to taste you, to have his arms around you, to hold you. He could not think straight. “please.”

“Shut up.” You said as you kissed him. Kissed him. You have no excuse for it, not a accidental, forced to, nada. You kissed him.

Cardan quickly melts into the kiss as he tugs you closer. His tongue swept along with your lips and you granted him the permission he craved. It drove him crazy. He dreamed of this very moment, of you, every damned night. Thought about it every hour, about how you would taste, it was a question and answer , a beginning to an end. Cardan Greenbriar could stay like this forever, with you in his arms, with your fingers on his hair. With your lips on his. He devoured you, tasting every bit of you and you heard his desperate whine.

You pulled away but he chased your lips. You guys stared at each other. “I–“ “this never happened.” You are quick to shut him off as you scurried away.

ꨄ︎ he drown himself with alcohol that night.

ꨄ︎ he tried to talk to you but was unsuccessful

ꨄ︎ one day, he had enough and planned to corner you

ꨄ︎ he finally caught on to you

“Lets talk. Stop running away from me.”

“No.”

“Yes.” He argued “stop being stubborn.”

“That was a mistake.”

“Is it?”

“Yes. A mistake that shall never repeat again.”

“Don’t say that.” His voice shakes

“Let’s forget it happened—“

“Again, it hurt me, princess. It hurt me.” Again.

“It’s probably for the best!” You burst out

“No, it is not! Will you please stop driving me crazy?”

“I wanted this—you for so long and im not losing the chance. You have no idea how i wanted this. The way you look at me... I want you to know what it does to me. I want you to feel it. Feel how crazy you make me.”

You went silent as you stepped closer to him, “show me, cardan.” You whispered and he did.

ꨄ︎ now that you guys are dating he became more protective of you, always looking out for you.

ꨄ︎ he would start the next Trojan War for you if you are not in his line of sight

ꨄ︎ oh boy he is CLINGYYYY

ꨄ︎ he calls you lots of pet names like “my queen, love, my love, my darling, sweetheart, angel etc.

ꨄ︎ writes you letters and poem!

ꨄ︎ he’s a sassy man.

ꨄ︎ He loves saying I love yous

ꨄ︎ gorgeous flowers every time!!!

ꨄ︎ his tail unashamedly wrapped around you every time

ꨄ︎ especially when he’s jealous possessive

#rie answers 🦦#riewrites 🫀#the cruel prince #the cruel prince series #the cruel prince x reader #cardan greenbriar #high king cardan #prince cardan #jude x cardan #cardan greenbriar x reader #cardan greenbriar x you #cardan greenbriar headcanons #he makes me blush fr #LOVE THIS MAN #I want more request for him please

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hockeyandhrsepwr · 9 months

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Dancing in the Kitchen

Life Lessons Track 1

*italicized lines are lyrics from the song (or just slightly altered)*

July 2023

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May 2020

6 more minutes. The drive from the airport seems to be taking forever, but you know thats just because of where you’re headed. The bright lights of Monaco shimmer as the road curves and you’re home. The taxi pulls up in front of the building and you hop out, heading inside.

“Ms y/n! I didnt know you were coming today, would you like me to call up?” Henri the doorman exclaims as you give him a wave. “No thanks Henri, I’m hoping to surprise him. But here, this is for you.” You pass him one of the bottles you’re holding, “Tell the mrs I say hello and we’ll have to catch up when im back for a bit longer!” The elevator doors open and you bid him goodbye before grabbing the lift.

Knocking on the door, you wait. Joris said he was home, but that was half an hour ago so you’re hoping that hasn’t changed, when you hear music playing and someone singing along. It brings a smile to your face, and you knock again. Of course you have a key, but you think this will be more fun.

“Un moment!” He calls and the lock clicks. The door opens and Arthur’s standing in front of you.

“Damn it. Shh” you whisper.

“Uh, I should leave shouldn’t I?” The younger Leclerc responds.

A smirk graces your lips, “probably”. He rolls his eyes and heads back to the kitchen, telling his brother that somethings come up and he has to head out. As he passes you waiting in the living room he sticks his tongue out. Very mature, you mouth, before heading to the kitchen door to watch.

Charles is so into whatever he’s cooking that he doesn’t look up until you clear your throat. “Arthur, I though you left” he says as he turns. When his eyes lock with yours, he freezes and drops the tray he’s holding.

“Hey champ,” falls from your lips as his brain starts working again and he jumps over the mess on the floor to pull you into his arms and spins you around.

“What, wha….” You giggle as he can’t seem to complete his thoughts.

“We didnt get a chance to properly celebrate your win” you hold up the bottle of champagne in your hand. His hands rise to grasp the side of your face and bring you in for a kiss. You pour all your love into that kiss, all the hours of missing him while you’re on tour and he’s off to the races, all the missed phone calls and uncelebrated moments.

All of a sudden, the fire alarms going off. The two of you break apart and you giggle as Charles starts panicking

“Oh no, the chicken” and waves a tea towel in front of the oven to clear the smoke. He looks back at you and shrugs.

“Pizza?”

“Pizza” nodding, you pull up the number for your favourite place that delivers.

The music changes in the background to something slower, and you grin as you hear the first few notes. He bows and offers you a hand, pulling you in for a dance. Resting your head on his chest, you listen to the sound of his heart.

“I miss you” you whisper, “all the time. I didn’t think it would be this hard”

A single tear rolls down your cheek before Charles is gently lifting you chin so your eyes meet his. “Hey, I miss you too. All the damn time. It feels like my heart isn’t whole unless you’re next to me. But we’re both shooting for the stars, achieving the things we only dreamt of as kids. Doing what we were meant to do. Okay? Je t’aime tellment et mon coeur t’appartient” (I love you so much and my heart is yours)

Nodding, you whisper the sentiment back, before pulling away and pointing to the bottle of Dom you brought. “I’m so proud of you. You finally did it.”

Last weekend, he’d won the Monaco GP in front of all your family and friends. It hurt that you couldn’t be there to celebrate with him, so you made it your mission to find a way home as soon as possible, even if it’s just for the night.

The corners of his mouth turn up, “that for me amour?” Biting your lower lip, you smile “yeah, but….”

His eyebrow quirks like he knows what youre about to ask. “Can I spray it?” You ask sheepishly

He nods, laughing at your request, knowing that you’ve always enjoyed watching that part of the podium celebration and wanted to try it yourself. Grinning, you grab the bottle and pop the cork, dousing him lightly in champagne.

Charles grabs the bottle off you and returns the favour, soaking with you and the kitchen floor before taking a swig from the bottle. You pass the bottle back and forth as he pulls you back in to dance, both of you gradually getting tipsier. Champagne drips onto the floor as you sway to the sweet sounds of La Vie en Rose.

“You’re supposed to be in New York” he whispers, like saying it any louder will make you disappear.

“I’d rather be right here where you are. I took the long way from Singapore since we had a 3 day break. Its just for the night but I had to see you.”

“You know, we always seem to end up here.”

You’re confused, “at home?”

He shakes his head, looking a bit ridiculous “no, we both fly around the world, all over for work, but we always end up back here, dancing in the kitchen.”

Foreheads pressed together, you press a sweet kiss to his lips “I could spend a thousand nights right here. Dancing in the kitchen with you for the rest of my life.”

“As long as I’ve got you, everything will be okay” he mutters against your lips

“I’m forever yours”

Lost in your own world, dancing slowly around his kitchen, you both jump when a knock sounds.

“The pizza” you burst out in laughter as Charles goes to open the door, dripping Champagne all over the living room like a wet dog.

The rest of the night is spent curled up on the couch, talking about everything and nothing before you fall asleep tangled together. The next morning bring a teary goodbye as you head to the airport, unsure when the next time you’ll be together in person will be.

#Spotify #charles leclerc x reader #life lessons:the album #formula 1 imagine #f1 imagine #charles leclerc #f1 instagram au #jj writes shit #ferrari #instagram au #charles leclerc fic #f1 blurb #f1 series #Charles Leclerc x famous reader #exes to lovers #maybe;)#formula 1

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reallydelicatezombie · 2 years

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Making Out With Spock For the First Time

Warnings: Smutty. I can't help it. I'm feral for this dude. Also, some curse words. 🤷‍♀️

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Spock surprises you by gently, but firmly, pulling you down onto his lap as he sits down. You straddle him, placing your hands on his broad shoulders to steady yourself. Your thick thighs hug his lap and cage in his hips.

"This is really happening. Finally," you think.

Spock's large hands go to your waist, giving it a strong, meaningful squeeze, with his thumbs rubbing circles over your hip bones.

"Y/n, as we have been seeing each other successfully for a while, I thought it best if we . . . connected further through physical intimacy. Is this something you would like to do with me?" he asks in his deep voice. Though the tips of his ears are just the faintest shade of green, letting you know he's blushing, he says it with a confidence that surprises you and makes heat begin to pool at your core. Then again, you are sure he never would have initiated this moment had he not been reasonably sure that you would say yes.

"Of course I would, Spock." Your voice is low and you smile at him, fairly certain you are also blushing.

The corners of his mouth stretch into a smile, his eyes shining brightly. He pauses.

"By 'connecting further through physical intimacy,' I do not mean to imply that we should have sexual relations tonight. I simply mean what you humans call 'making out.' Though if you wish to go further-"

"Spock," you stop him before he can complete his sentence. "It's okay. I understand what you meant. We can take things slow, if you want. Let's just see where the night takes us." You are of course thinking about having sex with him now (how could you not??), but even just getting to explore each other like this excites you.

You've wanted to do this for a long time, but weren't sure how the usually composed Vulcan would react to "making out." Of course he had had sex with his ex-fiancee, but you didn't know if this was something Vulcans did.

"Good," Spock said with a smile. Wasting no more time, he brought one of his muscular arms up your back and into your hair as you leaned in to kiss each other.

You had kissed each other before, and it had been electric. But this--this was something different. It was deeper, more intimate somehow. Spock's lips were warm and velvety soft against yours, inviting you to press your chest flush against his and making you drag your hands from his shoulders to cup the sides of his face. You feel his soft skin, with just the faintest trace of stubble. He is so warm and completely encases your smaller frame in his larger one.

Growing more confident, you let your tongue trace his lower lip and gently bite it.

Spock lets out a pleasured moan into the kiss, and his hand on your waist tightens as he tilts your head slightly to the left to deepen the kiss. He's hooked. You smile to yourself at your success.

You can't help but become aware that not only are you very aroused, feeling wetness spread from your core to the apex of your thighs and your nipples harden, but that your lover is experiencing some physical changes of his own. He shifts you in his lap, bringing your warmth directly over his hard length.

It's now your turn to groan as the thought of getting to touch and taste his cock seizes your mind. Grinding down on his member, you're pleasantly surprised when Spock begins to kiss from your lips, across your jaw to your ear where he bites the lobe, eliciting a gasp from you. His mouth is wet as he kisses down your neck and settles in the spot where it connects to your shoulder.

"Oh, Spock," you purr happily, bringing your hands down to his hard chest. You feel his large, warm hand creep up your thigh and gently squeeze your ass, making you let out a little giggle at his boldness.

"Is something amusing you, Y/n?" He pauses his ministrations.

You stiffle your laughter by biting your lip. "No, Commander," you can't help but say playfully.

At this, Spock completely stops what he's doing and brings his head up from your neck.

"Commander?" His pupils were dilated nearly completely, leaving the thinnest ring of dark, chocolate brown. Before you have a chance to respond, he flips you over onto your back as if you weigh nothing and positions his frame over yours, still in between your legs.

Your thighs instantly try to rub together despite him being in between them. Fuck, this is so hot, you think excitedly.

"I must confess, I find my title used in this context quite pleasing," the Vulcan said huskily. "You may call me that whenever you wish."

"I'll call you whatever you want, Commander."

All of Spock's composure broke at that statement. A taught, muscled arm snaked under your waist as Spock began kissing you roughly, passionately, leaving you a bit breathless. You clung to him, lost in the feeling of being adored by the man you loved.

Using his arm underneath you to brace himself so his large frame didn't crush you, Spock moved his free hand slowly up your torso to one of your breasts. He cupped you through your shirt, lifting up and squeezing your soft flesh.

As you moaned into the kiss, the same hand slid back down to your waist and roughly untucked your shirt, bringing it up over your breasts. Spock then brought his hand back to your breast and tugged the lacy fabric of your bra down enough to reveal your pebbled nipple to him. He gently pinched the eager bud.

When Spock broke the kiss, your eyes flew open, desperate to see what would happen next. You locked eyes with his chocolate brown ones as he bent his head to enclose your (color) nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue hotly around it.

Your hands flew to his hair to pull at the usually neat but now slightly mussed hair. He grunted, enjoying the feeling. He cupped your other breast, pulling down the lace over it to squeeze and caress the supple flesh as he continued his oral ministrations on the other one.

God, did this feel incredible. Your hands gripped his hair to keep him in that spot as you felt the wetness that had been pooling at your core practically the enter time spread even further down your thighs.

"Spock, this feels incredible," you breathed. The stoic man smiled softly, clearly pleased that his efforts were having the desired effect.

"I wish to make you feel even more incredible, ashayam. Would you allow me to taste you?" His dark, brilliant eyes await your answer.

"Yes, please," you can hardly get the words out fast enough. "Of course you can."

With that, Spock sits up slightly and reaches down to your skirt, unzipping it and gently placing it on the coffee table. It makes you smile, how even in the midst of this moment, he is still such a careful, thoughtful person.

He makes eye contact with you briefly before turning his attention to your lacy panties. Sliding them down then off you, Spock stares at your pussy. You feel completely exposed, with your tits hanging out of your bra and now your glistening core practically in his face. You are trimmed, but you aren't completely bare, and you worry for a second that maybe this isn't how Vulcan women are, so maybe he won't like this.

But before you can worry any more about it, Spock says, "You are so beautiful, Y/n. Thank you for sharing this moment with me." Your brain short circuits, not sure how to respond to that, as Spock positions himself between your thighs. He hitches one of your legs over his shoulder and brings his face close to—

"BEEEEEPPPPPP!" The sudden sound of the room's intercoms coming on makes you both jump.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! To say you are frustrated is an understatement. Your body is still incredibly turned on as your lust-cloused mind struggles to accept what is happening.

"Spock, I'm sorry to bother you so late, but there's a situation developing and I need you to come to the ready room for a debriefing. And have you seen Y/n by any chance? I need her to join us, as well," Captain Pike requests, while you both groan in displeasure.

You have seen the Commander look annoyed before, for example when Sam Kirk talks to him or when an ensign makes an unintelligent remark, but never have you seen him look so pissed off. You didn't think he could even make such a facial expression.

Spock takes a moment to compose himself then replies, "Yes, Captain. I will be there shortly. Lieutenant Y/n is with me and will join us, too."

You can practically hear the shit-eating grin on the Captain's face as he says, "Excellent! I'll see you both in a bit." The Captain is probably your number one shipper and played a significant role in the formation of your relationship with Spock.

Your boyfriend turns to you with what you can only describe as a disappointed, slightly apologetic look on his face, which you can read after so much time together, though others may have difficulty deciphering his emotions. His ears and cheeks are that pale green shade that signifies his embarrassment at the situation. You feel your own frustration and disappointment reflected on your face.

"Ashayam, this is not how I had hoped the evening would progress, though I did enjoy our time together. Perhaps we can continue this at a later time?" You see him adjust himself as he, too, struggles to come down from his high. He would truly die if he walked into the ready room with a boner.

The thought makes you grin as he hands you back your underwear and skirt. "I'd love to, Spock."

You give him a kiss before putting on your clothes, and then head together to the ready room.

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What do y'all think? Should I do a part two?? Let me know if you'd be interested in that!

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theseshipsshallsail · 4 months

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Unexpected Charmie fic because apparently I'm incapable of deleting anything 🤷‍♀️

IF LOVE BE A TREASURE (LAUGHTER IS THE KEY)

There’s a smooth, caramel haze beyond the East-facing windows; painting the wood-panelled bedroom in a swath of molten gold. It dances with the zephyr breeze. Dappled by the occasional songbird swooping low in the cloudless sky. A living, breathing, organism, one might say. No less animated than the sweat-slick skin it so lovingly caresses.

Amorphous.

Hypnotic.

Poetry in motion.

And Tim?

Well… Tim’s too busy giggling like an idiot as he props himself up on trembling forearms to fully appreciate the aesthetic splendour.

It’s all Armie’s fault. Him, and his three-day stubble. Not that the other man seems the least bit repentant as he nuzzles the ticklish skin of his collarbone; deliberately scraping the custom Cartier en route to his tightly clenched jaw.

Thank God for concealer, Tim thinks, no stranger to his makeup team’s heavy sighs as he shivers right down to his flexing toes.

He’ll have one hell of a rash come Friday: rose-petal blooms of possession, too, should Armie’s rasping tongue come into play. But then he arches into it - throwing a fierce accelerant on the smouldering fire within - and the inhuman purr that rumbles from his throat has Tim’s cheeks flushing hotly in mortification.

He’s twenty-eight, for pity’s sake. Surely he’s mastered some restraint? Yet the sheer ridiculousness triggers an extra layer of mirth, and Tim gnaws on his bottom lip when Armie snickers in turn; burrowing closer for a final lick before levering up on his elbow.

Jabbing his expert fingertips into Tim’s naked flank.

Scribbling them across his ribs and belly until he’s heaving staccato gasps, instead.

“Asshole!” Tim wheezes, eyes blurry with unshed tears.

“Is that an insult or a request?” Armie teases, raising his head for a soul-searching kiss. “Now tell me, birthday boy…” The rough brush of a grin grazes his ear. “…what exactly’s gotten into you this morning?”

Tim’s gaze darts to the steely erection nudging the curve of his hip. “Nothing yet, Hammer,” he shoots back; regaining his limited composure. “But I think you’ll find that’s easily sorted…”

It’s a ridiculous line - straight out of a third-rate porno - but Armie simply smirks as he tackles him by the waist.

Draws his rug-burned knees up to roll them over.

Then proceeds to fuck the hilarity right out of him.

#charmie #things found in my abandoned wip folder

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 1 year

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Hey love. I’m having a crap day. Week really. And I’ve really been into my Matt and Nick feels lately. Can I request a little thing where the reader is just the Bucks fuck toy for the weekend or something? I dunno however you wanna take it or do you. Your stuff is always amazing and can’t ever go wrong with being the bucks pet. 🦌

Fuck.my.UP! *This was getting incredibly out of hand, so I had to stop at some point 😂*

Also this is our official welcome to Poppy! Because maybe she’ll pop *shameless dad joke* up more in the future, idk 🤷‍♀️

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“Come here, pet. Come, come” The mocking tone of Matt's voice, followed by a small whistle, made you huff loudly: “If you ever do that again, I’ll cut your balls off!”

“Aww, what’s the matter, dovey? Am I offending your morals? Because we both know you have none of that” His chuckle resonated in your ear as he stood before you “If you did, you wouldn’t have agreed to this in the first place, right?” Matt’s hand came to rest on your face, where he pressed your cheeks together until your lips pouted. “What kind of respectful wife dreams about fucking her husband and his brother?” Matt’s teeth tugged on your pouty bottom lip until the flesh slowly slid from his grip.

“How long have you been wanting this, huh? Since when do you fuck Nick and think about me? How many years have you been dreaming about getting the big bro’s dick in you? Was that what you thought about on your honeymoon? While Nick fucked you from behind, did you wish I was there too? Just watching at first, until I finally judged you worthy of having me play with you too?”

A slow and predatory grin grew on Matt’s lips the more he spoke, “What’s wrong, dove? Cat got your tongue? Are you gonna scream for dear ol’ hubby to come and save you?”. His deep, brown eyes stared at you with amusement as he whispered: “What if I tell you he’s too busy enjoying this to make it stop? I can see him in the armchair behind you, and you should see how entertained he is by watching his little slut at my mercy”.

“Nick” You whined and tried to look over your shoulder at your husband, but a sharp pain on your cheek made you look back at Matt again.

“Don’t you EVER look away from me again, do you understand? I’m the one playing with you, so your focus stays on me!” His voice was cold and sinister, but a short chuckle escaped Nick’s lips, causing the atmosphere in the room to become less serious for a brief moment.

“Oh Matt, you shouldn’t have done that”

“Because?” The older man impatiently asked

“Because now Poppy will really want to play” The blue-eyed man answered matter-of-factly

“Poppy?” Matt frowned “Who the hell is-“

“You hit like a bitch! Is that all you got? How pitiful” You giggled while blowing a strand of hair away from your face

Nick stood up from his seat and made his way toward you.

“Hello, Poppy” He smiled widely “Long time no see”

“Hi, daddy” Your lips pouted at the younger Jackson “Kiss”

Nick quickly landed a soft peck on your lips that soon turned into a slow, sensual kiss.

“Did you come to play with us this weekend?” Nick caressed your cheek with his thumb, making you purr “I heard a thing or two about it, and when bitch Matty stepped up, I thought I should surprise him”

“You definitely did!” Nick chuckled before looking at his brother. “Matt, meet Poppy, my favorite little brat”

At the sound of the word “brat”, Matt felt his cock twitch in his pants. “Is that so?” He smirked as your eyes came to rest on his face.

“So you came to play with us then, Poppy?” Matt’s voice sounded amused and exciting in contrast to your petulant one “I came to play with daddy” You smiled widely at Nick before returning your gaze to the dark-haired man “Now you…I doubt you have what it takes to play with me”

“Oh really?” Matt closed the distance between you, and his hand came to rest on top of your head, tugging on your scalp with a medium strength, testing the waters of your initial play. “You don’t think I have what it takes then?”

“You’re not as good as daddy” You shrugged, causing the handcuff chains between your wrists to dingle with the small action.

“I’m better than daddy” He smirked

You leaned forward until your lips brushed against his bearded chin “Doubt it” was your small and teasing comeback.

Matt’s smirk grew wider “On your knees. Now!”

You chuckled with amusement “Make me, bitch!”

Matt’s fist closed harder around your hair, yanking you down on the floor with a force that was deadened by the fluffy living room rug “So this is how it’s gonna be, huh? Well, if that’s the case, you’re in for a long, LONG weekend, little dove”. His hand glued your face to his crotch, and you could feel his hardened length pressing against your cheek through the jeans.

When you looked up, Nick smiled down at you as he pulled his cock off his track pants. He slid the tip against your bottom lip, and you darted your tongue to taste his skin.

Matt gave a few slaps on your cheek before he teased with a cackle, “If you want to fit two cocks in your mouth, I suggest you open it wider, brat”

“Shut the fuck up” You spat back and focused your eyes back on your husband

The sapphire-eyed man chuckled and asked, “Are you ready to play, Poppy?”

“Yes, daddy” You purred as you opened your mouth and poked your tongue out to let him brush his crown against the pink muscle.

Matt leaned down until his lips grazed your ear shell “Don’t worry, Poppy. Once I’m done with you, you’ll be just as sweet and submissive to me, dovey”.

Your eyes gleamed with mischief as you gave soft kitten licks to Nick’s tip while looking at Matt “Do your worst, you wimp” was your last response before taking your husband’s length down your throat.

#matt jackson x reader #matt jackson fanfiction #matt jackson smut #matt jackson imagine #matt jackson #nick jackson smut #nick jackson fanfiction #nick jackson x reader #nick jackson imagine #nick jackson #young bucks imagine #the young bucks #young bucks #masochist writes #masochist headcanons

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jellyfishloveletterghosts · 1 year

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Some fem!harringrove smut because I'm in a mood for it. (I should really focus on putting the finishing touches on my next Perkingham fic instead but 🤷‍♀️ it's mostly done so Ishould have that up soon.)

Billie is at home in bed, head buried between Stevie's shaking thighs. She finds peace and safety here that she has never gotten anywhere else. The hand in her short cropped curls making heat shoot through her belly as Stevie whines, wordlessly begging for more.

Billie gives it to her, tongue working faster, pressing in and out as her thumb works Stevie's clit. Two fingers pressing in alongside her tongue, muscles clenching down on them hard, almost as hard as the thighs clenching against her ears. Stevie moans and shouts her pleasure to the ceiling, fist tightening almost painfully in Billie's hair as she shakes and cums in messy squirts that are eagerly lapped up.

Billie shifts, hands dig into soft thick thighs, leaving marks that will show beneath the hem of Stevie's shorts tomorrow. She pulls her tongue from inside of Stevie, firm and flat as she drags it over her labia, tip flicking against her clit making her shake and moan again. Billie grins, the slick of Stevie's pleasure shinier than lip gloss, dripping down her chin.

She rubs a thumb down from navel to dark wet curls before laying her hand flat and resting her chin on it enjoying the way Stevie's stomach quivers as she blows against the sweat slick skin. Brown eyes flutter open after a long minute, head cocking. "What are you thinking about sunflower?" Stevie asks, hand shifting from curls to the shaved side for Billie's scalp and then lower to her cheek.

Billie leans into it, content and happy, smiling as she turns to drop a kiss against that palm. "Just how lucky I am pretty girl." Stevie gives her a bright smile, shifting onto an elbow and making the cami that has been rucked up under her armpits fall down over her breasts stopping halfway down her nipples, unable to go further with out a tug.

Billie reaches up, flicking a nipple and watching her breast jiggle as Stevie groans jerking under her, calf rubbing against her ribs. Stevie hooks her foot over Billie's back like she is trying to keep her close like maybe she might leave if she does not. Billie leans to the side and kisses the two moles on her inner thigh before she leans back into that palm eyes soft as she stares up at Stevie. There is no place Billie would rather be than here between her girl's thighs.

Stevie's eyes are soft, the heel of her foot rubbing against Billie's spine, thumb tracing her bottom lip. "Seems I'm the lucky one tonight, you've been ravenous."

Billie had come home rearing to go, soft and hot in the gut after realizing they have been practically living together for nearly a year now. Billie catches that thumb with her lips, teeth grazing gently over the pad. "Can never get enough of you." Billie murmurs honest and raw, something she is safe to be here.

Stevie takes a shuddering breath, eyes fluttering like the very notion is getting her even wetter. Her thumb presses in and draging Billie's bottom lips down as her dark eyes full of soft liquid heat fluttering back open. "How about you give your jaw a break and come sit on my face. Let me get a taste of you in return. You're not the only one wanting."

Billie grins shucking off her panties and shorts as quickly as possible without dumping her full weight onto Stevie's stomach. Stevie laughs, hands coming up to steady and slow her movements down. Hands lingering, mouth wandering and working Billie into a frenzy.

There is one thing that might be better than being between Stevie's thighs and that's having Stevie between hers.

#harringrove #jellyghostfic #fem!harringrove #fanfiction #st fic #it spicy #not sure why I bother sharing #habit I guess

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writing-good-vibes · 2 years

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And finally, Spooky - 27 with Otis Driftwood ✨

happy almost halloween !! 🎃💗 i know this was your last otis request, but the spirit came to me and i ended up writing it first 🤷‍♀️ i hope you enjoy !! WARNING for implied(?) smut, blood, wounds and otis being a little freaky. 😈

torn stitches

"Now see what you gone 'n done," Otis tuts, poking at your side with a grimy finger.

The line of stitches that stretched up your side, had torn open. Only the stitches at each end of the wound had held.

You winced when you saw it, the pain only making its way to your synapses once you actually saw the blood start to ooze up again.

"Shit," you complained. There's a dull feeling in the back of your head telling you that you should be more concerned. But you brush it away.

Pulling yourself off of Otis, your hips aching from being straddled across him for the last round, you lay back on the sweaty bed sheet.

Otis rolls onto his side to keep looking at you. He moves his finger down the length of the wound until he reaches the trickle of blood heading towards your hip. He wipes it up and sucks his finger into his mouth.

"Freak," you laugh, but you moan at the taste of copper on his tongue when he kisses you.

You can fix the stitches later, you think.

#otis driftwood x reader #otis driftwood #house of 1000 corpses #i'm sorry this is so short !! but all the halloween prompts will be this season #that is burn out for you #i hope you still enjoy it though !!#and thank you so much for requesting 😊😊#i havent written for otis in a long while #it was nice to get a few reqs from you !!#otis is like my worstie #i love him but i hate him #he's freaky 😈😂

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3, 5, 6, 29?

Turnip, so, I meant to reply to this hours ago, but then I got bought a burger and ate like... half of it... and had to sleep it off. But I am here now, half awake with a very upset cat to keep me company. Thank you for sending me this, I hope my answers are of interest 😊 The ao3 ask game

3) What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)? This is a little hard to answer because I find small accomplishments in everything I write (I need about 3 months of distance to see the good in them, but I do see it eventually haha). But I think the one I should single out is my first fic in... 4 years... Indoctrination. I have tried to read it since publishing and gave up because I don't like the way I wrote that story. But I had given up writing in this style (fiction, 3rd person) for 4 years, sooooooo🤷‍♀️no wonder it's not the best During those four years, I had been mainly writing poetry/more introspective pieces, so Indoctrination is a massive accomplishment that I am proud of... even if I don't think it's all that good haha

5) What work of yours got more feedback than you expected? Easy, 3am. I didn't expect anyone to comment on that piece because it's not.... it's not. But I did receive some positive feedback and had interesting discussions with people, which was nice 😊

6) Favorite title you used This is also hard because giving my fics titles is one of my favourite parts of the writing process. I really like finding something that will highlight one of the main themes of the story. I normally do this through lyrics or quotes. Okay, I can't choose, so I'll just give you my top three (in no particular order): . Your Love's Whore (named after the song Your Loves Whore by Wolf Alice, which inspired that fic. I'm not linking that fic because I don't like it anymore haha)

In Another Moment Named so because of this quote:

“In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.”

- Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

. courage to make love known Named so because of this quote:

“...Who could refrain, That had a heart to love, and in that heart Courage to make love known?”

― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

29) Favorite line/passage you wrote this year? I already answered this here. But I will give you a handful more from unpublished works. oh ho ho ho, aren't you lucky? (smh at myself)

Dong Sik bruises Joo Won's poor lips with a kiss, closing both their eyes for good so that look dies between them. Had he by some miraculous sequence of bad decisions slowly ruined this boy? Was his sorrowful plight a contagion? Was it fungi in the wood that rots from within?

Joo Won wishes for rain, a torrential downpour. With only rain can he be cleansed. Maybe if he were to embroider his wounds, he can be beautiful again. He knows he’s a liability and not an asset, but how glorious it was to finally not be needed; Dong Sik would be proud. He’s finally learned how to survive.

It was a breath of fresh air after a year of cigarette smoke and car fumes.

He knew they looked good together. Joo Won was able to make him laugh and he didn’t mind some of the man’s more annoying quirks. He thanks Dong Sik for that, the older man really set the standard for what Joo Won can now tolerate. The first few weeks of their casual fling were easy, the librarian enjoyed showing Joo Won the town he grew up in, and Joo Won enjoyed learning new things.

They had kissed a few times, mostly just sweet pecks on the lips or a kiss on the cheek. The first time they kissed for real, Joo Won tried everything within his power to not compare. But he knew deep down he didn’t get the same rush as he did with his last par… But that was a good thing, he convinced himself and slipped his tongue in.

Joo Won never felt more like dust upon long-forgotten trophies. Once interesting, once beautiful, once a useful item to paint the picture of excellence for a dynasty he brought down to the ground. Kill the boy to become the man. Slay the father to be cleansed of his sin. That man looked like his father.

He’s a show dog, wasn’t it about time someone put him down? He can’t compete, so what was his use?

Dong Sik is his Elpis and Joo Won wants nothing more than to love him.

It was shocking to him that this decision didn’t feel rash. He knew it was right. Dong Sik deserved to be loved, even if he had a flock by his side ready to do just that. It doesn’t matter, Joo Won decides, he’s willing to try. He hesitates to believe he’s worthy as one of those who loves Dong Sik, but the older man says his name so sweetly and looks at him like Joo Won is the missing piece of a puzzle, the finishing touches of gold thread in his tapestry, the subject of his masterpiece.

Everyone must feel this way under Dong Sik's genuine smile, he had that ability to make anyone feel like they were the only one that matters. Joo Won knows this. He knows better now but it didn’t stop him from vowing to make himself beautiful for Dong Sik's portrait.

Joo Won gives his lofty attention to the couple adjacent to his right, the good-looking woman was still whispering in the man’s ear. He was definitely enjoying whatever it is she was saying if his clear arousal was anything to go by. “Inspector Han,” Dong Sik's voice is close to his ear again and Joo Won suddenly understands the state the man is in.

Dong Sik seems very pleased with himself and Joo Won knows what he’s going to have to do. He scoots himself along with the pink leather until his broad shoulders are shielding Dong Sik from the couple, which he seems to enjoy if his smouldering smile is anything to go by. He’s like a lioness taking a drink at the watering hole and Joo Won is the crocodile stalking in a shallow grave.

“I got a lot in return.”

For once Joo Won’s eyes did not look through him - into him - with a dismissive roll or a suspicious scowl, nor do they plead, beg, or cry from the pain Dong Sik created. Instead, they blink and well with understanding. He looks away and his body softens with the heaviness of knowing.

Finally.

Love isn’t a craving. It isn’t a hunger pang that can be satisfied with a good feed. It isn't whimsy that is silly and vacillating, wandering from the urges of the ego to the wanting of the carnal. Nor is it the remedy for loneliness. It’s heartbreak, a bittersweet yearning for something you do not have. The desire to be with the one that compliments you on a level that goes beyond the temptations of guilt, lust, or notions as fickle as happiness. Love is the bonding of souls combining their fears, woes, passions, ambitions and strife- it is irrevocably unifying yourself to another with the hopes that it will last.

Love is fleeting and all-consuming. It’s the need to reach out and touch what could so easily slip into the abyss. It is unavoidable, glorious, and so frightening. More real than a spiritual awakening, more devastating than a missed opportunity. It is nature. It is natural. It is the knowledge that even though it will end (as all things do), whether that be from heartbreak or death, no matter how much that pain frightens you, you are still willing and wanting. It is the absolute trust that you will endure whatever you may face with your partner’s aid, together as a unit, beautifully pushing forward.

That’s how he knows he doesn’t love this boy. You trust those you love. Nor does he love him back.

Oh god, what has he been doing?

- Okay, I'll leave that there, as the list is getting a bit ridiculously long. Those are parts from just two fics that I wish to complete one day because I love them so much. They're definitely my longest wips (as in, it's taking the longest amount of time to complete them). Anyway, I hope this was interesting! ttfn 😊

#ask game #ask answered #thank you <3 #i need to learn when to stop haha

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alwaysbethewest · 2 years

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Mary If all the Pedro boys were secret 1D or Harry fans what would each of their favorite songs be?

Okay, this ask made me laugh when I saw it but I ended up having a lot of fun listening to these albums for the first time in years and contemplating the different characters. Some of them were EASY snap decisions and some I'm not so sure about but oh well.

Dave York - TiO (Mind of Mine) Push me up against the wall/Don't take it easy/You like it hard like me/It's what you need 🤡🙃

Dieter Bravo - Keep Driving (Harry's House) Black and white film camera/Yellow sunglasses/Ashtray, swimming pool/Hot wax, jump off the roof no offense to either man but the inanity of Hazza's lyrics fits Dieter well

Din Djarin - Fireproof (FOUR) 'Cause nobody knows you, baby, the way I do/And nobody loves you, baby, the way I do/It's been so long, it's been so long/Maybe we're fireproof/'Cause nobody saves me, baby, the way you do it should be obvious but Grogu is the subject of this 😭

Frankie Morales - Watermelon Sugar (Fine Line) Strawberries/On a summer evenin'/Baby, you're the end of June/I want your belly/And that summer feelin'/Getting washed away in you 😏😛 no further comment

Jack Daniels - Once In a Lifetime (FOUR) Somehow, it feels like nothing has changed/Right now, my heart is beating the same/Out loud, someone's calling my name/It sounds like you secretly a sad boy

Javi Gutierrez - Something Great (Midnight Memories) The script was written and I could not change a thing/I want to rip it all to shreds and start again/One day I'll come into your world and get it right/I'll say we're better off together here tonight okay I was thinking this was about Gabriela but I'm suddenly realizing it works equally well for Nic Cage lol

Javier Peña - Two Ghosts (Harry Styles) Tongue-tied like we've never known/Telling those stories we already told/'Cause we don't say what we really mean red plaid shirt slash season three in general. Oh, my love.

Marcus Moreno - Treat People With Kindness (Fine Line) Maybe we can/Find a place to feel good/And we can treat people with kindness he bops along to this one when Missy plays it in the car

Marcus Pike - Fool's Gold (FOUR) And yeah, I let you use me from the day that we first met/But I'm not done yet/Falling for your fool's gold ouch

Max Lord - Matilda (Harry's House) You can see the world, following the seasons/Anywhere you go, you don't need a reason/'Cause they never showed you love/You don't have to be sorry for doing it on your own full disclosure this movie was so bad I haven't rewatched it since it came out, so my memory of Max's character is a vague blur at this point. But I do remember: trauma.

Max Phillips - Alive (Midnight Memories) I said, "Hey, it's alright/Does it make you feel alive?/Don't look back/Live your life/Even if it's only for tonight" because he's not, get it? 🧛‍♂️

Oberyn Martell - Slow Hands (Flicker) Slow, slow hands/Like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry/No, no chance/That I'm leaving here without you on me sexy-sweet. I don't think Oberyn would probably like 1D's music but I do think he would fuck Niall 🤷‍♀️

Pero Tovar - On My Own (Flicker) Well I'll drink 'til it's empty/Stay out 'til it's dead/I'll wake up at midday and marry my bed/I'll kiss all the women/Get punched in the head/You could offer the world, babe/But I'll take this instead a man of simple pleasures 🙏

#anonymous #ask #pedro pascal #pedro pascal cinematic universe #music #one direction #thank you nonny this was so silly and so fun

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sednas · 3 years

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you have a crush on them

how they would act after learning that you're in love with them/have a crush on them

I only did it with the emotionally unavailable/unstable boys since I thought their reaction would be the most interesting

genderneutral!reader

trigger warning : mention of smut and slight yandere theme (nothing too dark just Dabi and Tomura being a little too obsessive nothing new)

─ katsuki

the most likely to abruptly reject your confession I'm sorry 😩

he simply doesn't understand why you have a crush on him

everyone admire him, yes he's used to it, but someone in love with him??

love who? he doesn't know her

after Kirishima told him about your feelings he didn't do anything, he still continues to act normally around you

sometimes he just looks at you a little longer than he should

or he starts to feel a strange feeling in his chest whenever he sees you smile or laugh

he finds himself deeply happy every time you worry about him

what is this witchcraft?? what did you do to him???

he is really confused and it makes him angry

he even tries to find a rational explanation or simply persuades himself that no, he doesn't feel love

he's probably mean (well, meaner) to you because of his internal conflict

you're not that special he keeps repeating to himself

yeah not that special, he just fantazies about fucking you on the kitchen table of your shared house while your children are at school

totally normal to think about this with a person you don't care about right? 🤷‍♀️

maybe at some point he just loses control and abruptly kisses you while squeezing your ass with his hands

I just can't picture a romantic confession with Katsuki, either he keeps denying his own feelings or he rails you to make you understand that he feels the same way, there's no in between

─ dabi

oh you poor unfortunate soul

welcome to hell honey

it's probably Himiko who told him about your feelings

she was just teasing him and it slipped out of her tongue, she really has remorse for having betrayed your trust

anyway, Dabi smirks at you a lot more

he wants to make sure you know that he knows

good luck with the intrusive eye contact

his blue orbs are always on you, haunting you everywhere you go, observing every single movement you make

but now let's get a little bit deeper shall we?

yeah he acts like a confident piece of shit, but deep down inside of his mind he's fucking scared

he really didn't see it coming, even if you were being obvious he never would have thought that you were actually in love with him

him? An arsonist, a mass murderer, a disappointment for the entire world

suddenly, he wishes he could become Toya Todoroki again, it would have been easier, back when his hair was white like the snow

yo why the fuck do you make him relives his past in such a nostalgic and bittersweet way?

it's not normal isn't it, you must have done something to him right?

no Dabi, you're just catching feelings, but you think something bad is happening to you since you're emotionally unavailable

he continues to act like a total asshole with you

a protective, jealous and obessisve asshole to be more precise

it's like you can't go outside without him asking you where are you going

he says it's because he wants to make sure you're not a traitor among them but really, nobody believes him

he makes you sit on his lap during a villain meeting, it doesn't matter if you want it or not, he always finds a way to convince you

his eyes linger on your body whenever you're in his sight

yes I mean he looks at your ass and boobs/chest and he's really obvious with it

like Katsuki, one day he just loses it and fucks you against a wall, confessing his feelings through dirty words and bites

so romantic right?

─ hitoshi

his phone wallpaper is probably some purple neon aesthetic shit saying "fuck feelings" so it might be complicated for you

I think he's the embodiment of the Tangled meme : "So I have made the decision to trust you." "A horrible decision, really."

joke aside, it's actually a little sad

since no one has ever really trusted him he's got used to the idea that no one would ever want to get close to him

so when he heard about your feelings towards him his mind just kind of went blank

yeah just like when he uses his quirk on others, isn't that ironic?

he really doesn't see why someone would have any romantic interest with him

at first he thought that it was a stupid prank

and even now that he got the confirmation it wasn't he's still suspicious

he's also persuaded that he is a second choice, like you were so desesperate that you started crushing on him

prepare yourself, because to prove your love to him you'll have to try hard

no seriously, he's just terrified

terrified of getting hurt, terrified of letting his guard down and being rejected for being himself

so for a long period of time he observes you, like a scientist would analyze their new experiment, he looks at you like he would look at a math problem waiting to be solved, like a mysterious enigma or an intriguing poem

he just really wants to make sure that you're sincere

so when he sees you blush whenever you meet his purple gaze it reassures him in some way

or when you try to spend more time with him

even if he hides it, all these little things really makes his heart race

it's clearly a slow build type of relationship in case you didn't get it

his long awaited confession would be during one of the most random time spend alone with you

like you're casually playing with his hair and suddenly you hear I love you coming from him

try not to have a stroke

no seriously it's so sudden

expect a heated make out session after that because he wanted to kiss you for a long time

he literally throws all his restrained frustration for the past months on you

not that you're complaining tho 👀

─ tomura

🤺 back 🤺 I 🤺 said 🤺 step 🤺 back 🤺

he thinks you're cringe

he looks at you like eww this person has feelings for me eww

no seriously, why the fuck someone would have a crush on him

he observes you like you were some kind of a strange creature, wondering why a human being could ever be interested in him

it's just so new for him

he probably stopped talking to you the first months because he was that embarrassed

he avoided you and used all the excuses he could find to leave the room when you were in at the same time

he CAN NOT hold eye contact

it's physically impossible for him to look at you in the eyes for more than 2 seconds

if he does he might fall on the floor or choke on his own saliva, something the leader of the LOV can't do in public

sometimes, when he's not planning the world destruction he thinks about how you would be like in a relationship

being the reason why you are smiling doesn't sound so bad sometimes

but then he cringes at his own thoughts and just keep being his own crusty self

I really feel like having a crush on him would be so frustrating

he would be embarrassed but not enough for you to guess that he has a crush on you too

well crush, I don't know if I can call it a crush at this point

it's more like a soft yandere obsession, he wants to cut the throat to all those who could turn you away from him

dry lips™ really thinks that being mean to you is a type of flirting

I only see two endings in this route, either he keeps acting cold and denying his feelings until his very last breath or at some point he tells you that you're his

I can clearly picture an abrupt confession, like you're about to join Dabi for a drink but Tomura tells you that you won't join him

you ask him why and he replies calmly that you're not going anywhere because tonight you're his, like all the other days that will follow in fact

happy fainting day

he says that while looking away from you of course

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skippyangel16 · 2 years

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Kiss Me! Like you used to….

Who knew Outlander had choreography, well I do now ?🥲

Intimacy Advisor/IC yes good idea as a voice for the actors 👏👏👏 no problem with them having one, but if the result is sex scenes that look like they’re acting for the first time what’s gone wrong? Is it just me?🤷‍♀️

Seeing the clips, pictures of bedroom scene before I watched the episode I expected the scene to be as good as past ones regardless of IA. I mean what could an IA do to them right?

Yes of course I know sex scenes are choreographed, I know they are done repeatedly etc …but this was the first one I watched were I knew it/felt it…😱 some bits actually looked like acting. I could actually see them thinking… 🤔 I never thought I would say that!

My main thought whilst watching was have they forgotten how to kiss?…😢 It was all too staged, not ‘them’…come on by now we know how their bodies would move. We have seen enough footage over the years to know what they would do organically. When you can see they are resisting what comes naturally so they can follow choreography to the letter, well sadly it then looks like acting?🤷‍♀️

Question: Are tongues now banned or not PC for co-stars who have done it for years?

(Maybe the IA will be sacked for not keeping an actor safe if a tongue is used?)

Boobs seem to be ok though for a pregnant actress? Was it really necessary? Do we still need this? 🤯

Think Cait may have preferred keeping her kit on and got a serious kiss in? JMHO

I got the feeling the only direction for this scene was open your mouth?

Anyway Scene breakdown: When she kisses him following saying would an angel do this? Well it’s the weirdest kiss I’ve ever seen her do? I thought she was going for her top lip suck to begin with, but no 😢 … It’s like someone has told them how to kiss for the camera but it’s ruined what they already do perfectly? Thank god they can’t change what happens when they look in each other’s eyes!

Next we can’t see properly as the camera is in the wrong place but it appears she licked him up the side of his neck and then we have to imagine the ear nibble?

Undressing him🔥 tenderness 🔥 eye contact 🔥 nightgown off 🔥

Gif @avasetocallmyown

then at the point of pulling the camera back for the wide shot and what I can only describe as a ‘bad entry’ ? Well that’s when the choreography became very apparent. 😔 Scene should have ended here? JMHO 🤷‍♀️ maybe fade out…let us use our imagination? Possibly come back to a cuddle shot later? Wouldn’t that have been better for a pregnant actress and more sensual than seeing them act out an abdomen grind that was ….well you fill in the blank. Maybe it was the editing, direction and not the choreography but for the first time it didn’t flow. JMHO 🤷‍♀️

I now understand why Sam needed to do post production audio recording again, intimacy issues due to choreography I would say!

Well if it’s no French kissing from now on then I’d rather just have the ‘look’, eye sex, gentle kissing, touches, ‘suggestion’ these can be everything when done right. Rather that than seeing them try to catch flies, it’s just not natural…I could SEE them thinking ‘keep my tongue in’…therefore they couldn’t melt into each other…🧐 JMHO.

We don’t need to see them ripping each other’s clothes off or nudity but the choreography needs to be less ‘showy’ is the only word I can think of?

(I re watched 4 times purely for this post!😜)

This is them trying not to kiss each other properly, got to get that open mouth shot in? But if you ignore what their mouths are doing and just look at the eyes well it’s eye sex and it’s🥵. JMHO

Sadly after catching flies for so long they needed more lip balm when their lips finally touched, so dry… a bit of tongue may have helped? 🤪

I had a feeling they weren’t going to have a proper kiss because there was no Sam prep...😉

But that’s probably been erased from him as well 😔

If they are not allowed to French kiss anymore why not just go for a kiss like this?

👇This scene was so beautiful! Had all the feels and I wasn’t aware of any choreography…maybe there wasn’t any and S&C did the scene as they felt J&C would have acted.🥰

Gif @jemscorner

Nudity is not needed to make a scene steamy…👇This scene/kiss was fully clothed, intense but very gentle, sexy, hot, oozing with love. 🥵

The bedroom scene would have had a kiss like this in the good old days, wouldn’t it? So why not now?

Doubt we'll even get any BTS footage like this anymore...👇

but I bet these words were on his lips after shooting ep 1 love scene over and over again...

(Someone’s obsessed with the prolonged open mouth? There’s only one scene that worked in right? season 1🔥 leave it there!)

Never mind, home time comes at some point everyday!

You can finish what you started to your own satisfaction! 😉

Don’t worry you still got it guys! 🥵 Choreography not so much…JMHO …might just be me 🤷‍♀️

Sams reason for what he calls the Intimacy Advisor.

IF it ain’t broke don’t fix it…well I didn’t see any enhancement, but early days, reserve judgment…with that in mind the IA did give them and others a voice with the studio so 👏👏👏 for that.

On the whole I enjoyed ep 1, loved Jamie’s ardsmuir hair, humour, mannerisms! S&C chemistry, loved up moments wonderful! Their interactions were great, a softer Claire was refreshing!

More J&C and F&M on screen and less B&R…wonderful! See they do listen 👂 let’s hope screen time stays similar for cast, except more Ian please! Looking forward to ep 2.

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writerlyhabits · 3 years

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Listen, you wrote the Bucky 🐱 headcanons, I think we need to see it the other way around—reader returning returning the favor. 👀

I should be doing no less than eight other things right now, like working on my project due in two days, or literally any other request I have in my inbox… but I have no self-control and the Neighbors chapter is kicking my ass, so 🤷‍♀️ (🐱hc’s here)

Absolutely filthy under the cut, I’m not sorry

Let’s set the scene. Bucky planned the most romantic date night you’ve had in a while

I’m talking roses, a cute ass picnic he prepped himself, laid out on a blanket at your favorite park until the sun started setting. The man carries you up the stairs when your heels start to get uncomfortable, despite you trying to tell him you’re fine, you’re almost home. There’s candlelight and a glass of your drink of choice, he’s stashed away a tray of chocolate-covered fruits just for this occasion…

He’s gone the full nine yards, all because he just adores you so much

But maybe also because he’s still so fucking nervous for what’s coming at the end of the night

After you were so patient with him last time, teaching him how to eat you out just right… he may or may not have gotten a bit carried away. And there were still some things that were left unattended.

Sitting with him on the small couch in your living room, his arm over your shoulder as you sat tucked into his side, chocolates and drinks long since finished, lips chasing after each other in an intense passion … you could tell. With nothing left to distract him from the main event, his body was tense with anticipation.

That just wouldn’t do.

“Bucky baby” you cooed, breaking the kiss to look at him, his blue eyes almost hidden by the size of his pupils

“You gotta relax honey, this is supposed to feel good” you try laughing a little, running your hands over his chest to get him to ease up a little “And I think I know just the thing if you’re okay with it”

He arcs his brow at you, intrigued. After what happened last time, he’ll do just about anything you want

You slowly remove yourself from him, sliding down until you’re sitting on the floor in front of him, muscular thighs spread wide for you to fit between.

“Whatcha doin down there baby girl?” You wondered if he’d be just as new at this then he was the other night… but the look on his face was far from lost.

“You put together such a nice evening for us,” you started, running your hands up his thighs until they reached the top of his jeans. “I want to return the favor”

“You don’t have to, doll” But the tone of his voice was almost begging, please don’t stop

Your fingers toy with the button and zipper, slow and easy enough for him to stop you if he wanted

“Let me take care of you Buck”

When he’s finally springing free, you have to take a second to mentally prepare yourself for what you signed up for

He’s not even fully hard and his size is impressive

One hand at the base, slowly stroking him, you stabilize yourself by resting your hand on his leg.

When you start planting kisses along the length of him, he runs his fingers through your hair, gently combing through it as he watches you intently

You make eye contact with him when you reach the tip, darting your tongue out to pay very special attention to that spot

He’s gone slack under your hands, you barely touched him and his body is already so relaxed and ready for you

Oppositely, his cock is rock hard, almost throbbing with anticipation

When you finally wrap your lips around him and sink down, his eyes roll and he throws his head back

And he makes the most delicious sounds

You’re almost enjoying it as much as he is, watching Bucky unravel under your ministrations

When he was going down on you, he was silent, not wanting to take his mouth off of your pussy for an instant

But now that the roles are reversed he can’t stop talking

Strings of curses as he’s riddled with pleasure, endless praise and adoration about how pretty you are, how good you feel, some promises of what’s coming next sprinkled on top

He’s holding your hair out of the way for you, yet with no tension to stop or control you, just enough to let you keep going as you please without any interference

And then his body tenses up again

“I-I don’t know how much longer I’m gonna last sweets”

Ever the gentlemen he asks where you want it, where you’re okay with him finishing

If you want it on your face or your tits, he will happily oblige, he’ll even offer to take the reins for you so you can just sit back on your heels and take it. But he won’t say no to you continuing to jerk him off

And if you want him in your mouth, he’ll probably combust right then and there, sitting as still as he can so you can take it the way you’re most comfortable

Either way, he’ll lose his goddamn mind

And when he’s spent, cock soft and mind empty, he just wants to hold you

You go to get a soft rag to clean up, and as soon as your within arms reach he’s moving to do it for you, deaf to your protests

With all due respect, it’s his turn to take care of his girl now

Bucky pulls you down into his lap and kisses you long and hard, unfazed by the taste of himself, he just needs you as close as possible

But when he’s at full attention again, ready for another round… he’s taking you to the bedroom to go all the way

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Taglist: @deceiverofgodss @janebby @lam-ila

Bucky Barnes: @toothhurtyam @keepingitlokiii @ragnaroqk @iambeeee

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Do you think when clarke said to lexa "not yet" that lexa, in her mind, translated it to them not happening? Because lexa knows clarke means she needs more time, but lexa does not have time. Her life is not even her own, it's her people's. All her life she knows she's either gonna die young as a kid during the conclave or die young as a commander. Her time basically is not in her hands.

Hmmm. Tbh? No, not really. Not because that's not absolutely a dramatic ass Lexa "Ah! Leave me!" Kom Trikru type thing to think, but I think her actions spoke more of how she felt about it. I mean barely 5 seconds later when they're outside MW she basically asked Clarke "lol so wyd after this?" 🥴. Like the girl didn't stop her pursuit, she said after we kill these mfs you should come see my pimp ass house you're gonna love it. And I think that's just who Lexa's always been. I feel like I maybe diverge from a lot of the fandom in my thinking that Lexa was a lot of things, but hesitant to go after what she wanted wasn't one of them. Yes, initially she was all love is weakness, but the second she made the decision that she wanted to do something different, that she wanted to pursue her feelings for Clarke, she jumped in with both feet. She kissed the shit outta Clarke and every moment after that was her showing Clarke how much she cared for her one way or another. Lexa was never ambiguous as to what she wanted from Clarke, even down to the nightgown scene bbygirl was hoping to get railed that night and you'll never convince me otherwise, but she was respectful of Clarke's wishes and need for space even while still continuing to pursue her affections in small ways.

Truly I think Lexa's initial reaction when Clarke said not yet had so much more to do with her own nerves and whatnot. Because logically speaking, Clarke was probably the first girl Lexa had allowed herself to be open with since Costia. That had to have been emotionally taxing, even without the hesitancy on Clarke's part. I think it was a kind of calming of herself and her disappointment at thinking that Clarke wasn't feeling the attraction and connection quite as strongly as Lexa was at that point (not that I think Clarke wasn't, but I can see how Lexa would interpret it that way), so it was a "fuck, I just opened my heart up for the first time and that... didn't go great. It hurts... But it's ok, Lexa. You know Clarke. She needs time. Be patient. Don't shut down" type situation.

Alsoooo, I mean Lexa was an empathetic character, I can imagine on some level she probably was like "good job dumbass it's been 3 days since Finn died, it's taken you years to move on from Costia maybe you shouldn't have tried to stick your tongue in her mouth while she's still in her funeral clothes you fuckin lesbian".

But that may just me idk 🤷‍♀️

But do I think she thought they'd never happen? No. I mean yes she knew they may die in war but I don't think that stood out to her any more than any other danger ever did. I don't think she thought that they'd never be together until after she left Clarke at MW

#anon #lexa kom trikru #clexa

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Pick & Mix Collection

Attempted to post this twice yesterday but Tumblr decided to make them disappear 🤷‍♀️

Sharing a selection of fics all inspired by previous Fluffember’s from the wonderful @gumnut-logic

1. Hugs.

Hugs. The Tracy boys have discovered come in many variations and are delivered for all sorts of reasons, especially when they come from Scott…

There's the pat on the back followed by a quick one-armed hold for the job well done but there are others nearby that don't really know us and I don't want to embarrass you… Then of course there's the: “Oh my god how did you just not get seriously hurt when that building just collapsed? Please I need to hold you. No, I don't care if anyone is looking, you're shaking, I'm shaking I need to hold you close.”

The homely hugs because I’m so damn proud of you, so I’m going to pull you into a quick tight hold, or cuddle your back, or I'll just ruffle your hair instead even though you hate having it messed up.

Or the, you're exhausted from back to back missions and have fallen asleep in your bird or on the sofa so I'm just going to lift you up into my arms and hold you real close and then put you to bed and tuck you in. Yes, I might watch you sleep for a while too.

Then there are those days. The bad ones that have caused injuries, not just physical but on an emotional level too. So, you are angry and frustrated and the last thing you want is to be held. So, instead I just sit by your side and wait for the moment you break, your head comes to rest on my chest and tears silently start to fall, and that’s when I will wrap you in my arms and place a gentle kiss on your head and whisper that I understand, I’m here, because I’m your big brother and I will always be by your side…

And, of course, the final type of hug. Given when Scott’s immersed himself into work and grown overtired. Or he’s upset because one of his brothers got hurt, and of course he blames himself. Or he’s feeling the weight from all the responsibility laid onto his young shoulders. Those days when he just misses his dad and wants him back. He will find each brother by his side. Virgil there with his soulful eyes, John with a soothing voice, Gordon with his infectious humour, Alan with his dimpled smile. Each of them wrapping him up and bringing him in to a hold they all share.

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2. Blanket.

The argument had been brewing for a few days now…

A reckless action from Scott, angering the second eldest but nothing had been said because another rescue had called them out. Of course the second rescue had seen Virgil receiving a cut to his arm from a move that he had needed to make in order to save a family. Scott, obviously, hadn’t seen it that way and when stitches had been done and a debrief was taking place he had called his brother out, and in retaliation decided to mutter the phrase ‘pot meet kettle’ which only exasperated things… The tone set, tongues began to lash but were stopped when another mission was called in. Scott had attempted to ground Virgil, but he wasn’t having none of it due to the jaws of life being needed, so once again both brothers had gone out. Thankfully, the mission went well, but tensions hadn’t stabilised, exhaustion had settled into both of them, and the screaming commenced. Gordon witnessing all of this decided that something damn well had to be done. Thankfully, he knew straight away what that something was…

“What the hell were you thinking?”

“I was thinking that those parents needed saving.”

“And you could have done that without endangering yourself.”

“There was no other way.”

“There’s always another way, if you stop and think before you go all gung-ho.”

Virgil released a loud guffaw… “Gung-ho, you want to bring up me being gung-ho… I believe my phrase earlier should cover it. What was it again… Oh right, pot, kettle!”

“I am not reckless.”

“Scott, you are always reckless.”

“No, I’m…” Scott stopped at the sight of Gordon zooming past… “What’s he up to?”

“No idea,” Virgil responded, watching Gordon zoom past again with several large boxes in his hands, “but it can’t be good. Think we should investigate?”

“It could be a trap.”

“Could be.”

They watched as Gordon once again zipped past them, only to emerge less than a minute later with cookie boxes in his grasp.

“Okay,” Virgil frowned as cookie crumbs fell from the boxes, “I really do think we need to investigate.”

“Most definitely!”

With a joint nod, and a silent FAB they followed the trail of crumbs which led them to their TV room, affectionately known as the ‘snug’ and discovered a locked door.

“Gordon,” Scott banged on the door, “what the hell are you doing in there?”

“Nothing!”

“Squid, open this door now,” Virgil demanded.

A sound of a key, and the door creeped open. “Hey guys, what’s up?”

“What’s up?” Virgil crossed his arms. “We want to know what you are up to, that’s what’s up!”

“As I said, nothing.”

“Don’t give me nothing,” Scott countered pushing the door open and gasping at the sight before him, “What the?”

Virgil stepped forward so he could see what Scott was seeing. “What the?”

Gordon grinned, turning towards his creation… Several large blankets and some smaller ones had been intricately tied together, then raised and held in place with chairs, small blocks, and other devices so that they covered the entire room… “It’s a blanket fort.”

“We can see what it is,” Scott snapped, “the question is why?”

“Why not?” Gordon retaliated, climbing into the fort through a small gap before popping his head back out, “but you guys can’t come in.”

“We can’t?” Virgil questioned, his eyes eagerly scanning the fortress.

“Nope… No shouting allowed, that’s why.”

“We won’t shout.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Okay Virg, you can come in.”

“But you need to take your boots off first,” Alan instructed, his head appearing next to Gordon’s.

“Wait,” Scott placed his hand on Virgil’s shoulder, “aren’t we too old for a blanket fort?”

"You're never to hold for a fort!" John said, appearing from another entrance.

"Come on Scott,” Gordon continued, “EOS is redirecting calls, so for the next few hours it's just us guys."

"And me," Kayo interjected, her grinning face popping from another section.

"Go on then," Scott answered, pulling off his shoes and following Virgil into the fort.

Once inside Scott stared at the sight… Pizza, chips, cookies, chocolates, drinks and other various snacks were piled in one area. Playing cards and a couple of board games lay in another. Then in another duvets, pillows and extra blankets were set up for each of them… Including himself and Virgil… “Wait, you set this whole thing up, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” Gordon shrugged, “thought you both could do with being cheered up, you have been arguing a lot, so…”

Virgil pulled his brother into his arms “Thanks Squid.”

“Yes, thanks Gordo.” Scott added, joining in on the hug.

“So,” Alan asked, “are you two best buds again?”

“Yes,” Virgil replied, releasing Gordon and grabbing his and Scott’s blanket, “we are.”

“Scott?”

Taking the blanket from his brother, Scott wrapped it around his shoulders, breathed in the freshly washed aroma and smiled deeply. “Absolutely.”

3. Favourite Drinks

We all know Virgil likes a… Okay, scratch the likes and replace it with needs… That boy needs a cup of coffee to function. In fact, his need for the beverage runs so deep that there is a coffee machine on Two. As soon as he's in flight and the autopilot as been selected a quick press of a button will dispense, just underneath the control panel, a deliciously rich warm coffee with one sugar and no milk or cream. Just the way he likes it. The machine is actually a new addition. A birthday present from Brains. Oh, and yes, the rumours were true, Virgil did cry with happiness when he was gifted it. So, yes, our artistic guy is a coffee addict, but what about the others? Have you ever wondered what their favourite hot drinks are…

Alan. Well, his favourite will always be hot chocolate made with milk and topped with marshmallows and cream. The best hot chocolates though are made by John, who also claims this drink as his favourite. When on the homestead he will whip up Alan's and then make his own with water, no milk. Then they will sit, just the two of them, beneath the stars they love.

When Penelope is nearby Gordon will claim that his favourite beverage is an English breakfast tea with a drop of milk, and yes, while a nice cup of tea is enjoyed, it actually takes his second spot. His first choice, well, that will always be hot water with honey and lemon. The taste, soothing. The smell reminding him of his childhood and time spent with just him and his mom after he had completed an early morning swim. Also he likes to think of himself as a no-frills kind of guy… Yes, I know, hard to imagine!

Scott, like Virgil is a coffee addict. Okay, not as bad as Virgil, but he does like a drink to help spur him on after a long morning run. However, unlike his brother he prefers his beverage Irish. Coffee with a shot or two of whisky. It was actually his father who introduced him to the mix after his first difficult rescue. He put a drop in some of his and Scott's mugs and they sat together talking through their troubles. Now, while sipping on the warming liquid, Scott will drift into a daydream, one filled with him and his father, finally reunited after eight years apart.

And the rest…

Well, Lady Penelope's choice is certainly no mystery. She is a Tea connoisseur, with numerous flavours tested throughout the years. Everything from English Breakfast, green tea, berry infusion or a simple chamomile to a chocolate mint, and even a candy floss blend. Which she personally found a bit sickly. Her favourite, Earl Grey which will always be consumed at eleven am.

Parker, just like the lady of the manor loves a good old fashioned 'cuppa' tea, with full fat milk, two sugars and don't forget the digestive biscuits for dunking.

Brains, doesn't have a favourite, and will drink anything you put in front of him… Which should be done often because he'll just get wrapped up in his work and forget to hydrate.

Kayo does not do hot drinks, of any kind, and will always turn to a homemade fruit smoothie.

Grandma. She's a perfect mix of four of her boys, and loves nothing more than a freshly made mocha, with chocolate sprinkles of course.

4. The Secret Talent

One of the boys has a talent that his family don't know about. Well, actually, Kayo knows because it is impossible to keep anything from her, but she has always kept the secret for him, even if she doesn't quite understand why he keeps it hush. There is also a strong possibility that John knows too, he has never actually brought it up, but the guy knows all and sees all. The rest of the family though, they don't, and Gordon the one who possesses this particular skill would prefer to keep it that way. Not that there is a reason in keeping it a closely guarded secret. Yes, he would probably receive some gentle teasing at first but once his brothers clicked on to the benefits of his talent and that they had actually been happily enjoying the results of his gift for many years then they would definitely let it go. Yet, he still would like to keep it from them. Prefers it that way because although he shares the final results, the preparation part, well that is just for him…

So, you are probably wondering what this mystery ability is?

Gordon can bake. Cakes to be precise. From cheesecakes and blueberry muffins to double chocolate fudge cakes or a good old-fashioned Victoria sponge. Big proper sized ones, tiny minute ones, fantastically intricately decorated ones and even tiny bitty cupcakes with triple frosting. You name it, he will bake it, he will even add intricate decorations on top. Oh, and if you are wondering, yes he has even made ones in the shape of their individual birds before.

His favourite time to bake will be when he is alone. Everyone else might be out on a mission and he isn't, or they are off island for some other reason. That will be the moment, his time, to grab an apron, put on some music and get all the ingredients he needs. Then when prepared, he will whip up some cakes ready for when his weary family return. Other times will be usually really early in the morning. He will wake about two hours before Scott, whip up some cakes then stick them in the oven. By time they are coming out Scott will be getting up, but he heads straight for a morning run, and never catches the clean-up and decorating process. He will then stow them away for later in the day.

The taste… Well, they certainly do not taste like anything their grandma would make. In fact, anyone who has been lucky enough to try one as always remarked on the exquisite taste and then will ask where they were purchased from. Gordon will come up with some wacky cake shop name to cover his tracks and no one, not even his brothers, will think to go and look for this place because he will tell them that he enjoys picking them up. So they let him, because if he isn't pulling some sort of practical joke then that is a good thing, and when it comes to food they know he won't jokingly tamper since decent food is a precious rarity in the Tracy household. There is also a secondary reason Gordon would never add a silly ingredient to his cakes, and it's the exact same reason he would never dream of messing with Virgil's piano or one of his paintings, because baking is an art form, a way for him to express his inner self.

5. Tears

Tears. When they were coming from one of his brothers then he could always spot the signs of a hastily washed face, even if it had been several hours ago. He also had the uncanny knack of sensing a weeping brother from a few miles away. Now, while returning home from a mission he could feel those ‘senses’ tingling. One of his brothers was crying and that meant they needed him. Question was, which brother was it. Definitely not Virgil, he was currently in Thunderbird Two returning home from the same mission as him and they had been chatting and laughing over comms with John which also ruled him out. However that left his youngest unaccounted for.

Bringing Thunderbird One into its hanger, Scott fired through his post flight checks, grabbed the clothes that were in the storage box on One and quickly changed before heading towards the bedrooms where both his brothers would usually be at one thirty in the morning. A quick glance into Alan’s room and thankfully he was curled up on his rug fast asleep. So, that only left Gordon who was still recovering from his accident in Thunderbird Four. There had been quite a few tears when he had first been hurt but thankfully they had settled now his body was starting to heal, but he could definitely feel crying… Scott felt his heart skip a beat… No, Gordon was sobbing. He needed to reach him now.

Rushing towards Gordon’s room Scott could now hear the wails coming from inside, so he flung the door open preparing himself to provide the comfort his Squid would need, but immediately brought himself to a halt at the sight. Gordon was sitting on his bed with his leg propped up. A woollen blanket wrapped around him, and he stared at his tablet screen, tears pouring from his eyes.

“Gordon, what the hell is wrong?”

His brother pressed a button on the screen, then with tear-filled eyes looked up towards him… “She’s got legs now, but can’t talk, or sing!”

“What… Who?”

“Ariel.”

“Wait… You’re crying over The Little Mermaid?”

“Yeah,” Gordon wiped at his face defensively, “why, what’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing bro, do you want some company?”

“Yes, I could really do with a cuddle.”

“Okay then,” Scott closed the door and settled himself on the bed next to Gordon, allowing him to press play before resting his arm soothingly around him… It didn’t matter what they were crying over, he would always be there for them.

6. The Angels in Blue

A disaster struck my hometown today. The earth shook, buildings crumbled, and many were killed instantly. Others, like myself, survived, but we were injured and trapped. In the past we may have lost faith. Started to believe that our lives were over. That we would never get to see our loved ones again. However, none of us who were trapped gave in to those feelings. All because of a rescue organisation. They fly in, swoop down, and risk their lives for a stranger. Simply because they don’t want to see a life lost. A family destroyed. Friends mourning the loss of someone close. They are the angels in blue and they bring us hope. They are International Rescue. A true gift to the world.

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