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armageddidnt · 9 months

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Welcome to My Collection of Random Thoughts during my nth* rewatch of Good Omens Season 2

*only amazon prime knows the exact number at this point but I’m fairly certain it’s in the double digits

Episode 1: Gabriel’s fly lurking in the box when Aziraphale first takes it inside 👀

Crowley’s promise of “two minutes” basically means that he’s been homeless and living in his car for the past 4 years strictly so that he can be within 2 driving minutes of Aziraphale at all times in case his angel needs him I’m not crying you are

So here I think the key word is “fragile,” Crowley knows they are ostensibly safe from their respective sides but that could change at any moment so he’s basically spent the last 4 years in anxiety-ridden terror hovering as close to Aziraphale as he can to try and protect him from heaven, hell, and anyone else that would want to bring him harm after all that business they pulled in season 1 with stopping Armageddon

Episode 2: I just happened to pause the episode while Aziraphale is lying to the angels about his miracle and LOL Michael really outdid himself here (Sheen, not the Archangel)

Gabriel trying to swat flies and almost smashing the repository of every single one of his memories

I’m cAckling

So if Good Omens exists in Good Omens, does that mean Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett exist in Good Omens?? Do you think they based their Aziraphale and Crowley characters on Aziraphale and Crowley??

Episode 3: So I’m trying to find any hints or foreshadowing of the Gabriel Beelzebub thing bc tbh I did kind of feel like it came out of nowhere which is really the only issue I have with them. I found this one scene where Beelzebub almost ?? seems to be concerned about Gabriel ?? But it’s blink and you miss it and there could be lots of other reasons why Beelzebub doesn’t want to fail in locating Gabriel (pressure from/leverage over heaven, etc) so idk

More Foreshadowing Fly content 🪰

Episode 4: So here we’ve seen that Shax can just appear inside the Bentley bc she did it earlier to talk to Crowley. Shax only pretended to be a hitchhiker so she could be invited in because Azirpahale was driving so technically she needed permission to cross the threshold of an angel 👀

This scene will never not destroy me the 1941 flashback is the absolute sOFTEST thing ever to happen on this show

We really need more context here I need to see the Crowley-Furfur Monkey Rides

Episode 5: ahahaha thank you google translate for absolutely destroying my sanity this evening

POP goes the Ziraphale

Okay I know you can’t hear it in the gif but just before Nina takes Maggie’s hand, there’s a very quiet miracle noise, like Azirpahale literally MADE Nina dance with Maggie, he said I’m writing a Mina Jane-Austen-Ball-AU and my otp will KISS godDAMMIT

Azirpahale seems lowkey kind of manic this whole scene tho, he’s controlling literally everyone to force Nina and Maggie together and whenever Crowley says anything that pokes holes in Aziraphale’s Magical Jane Austen Ball Fairytale, Aziraphale just straight up denies it. He wants Nina and Maggie to dance and he wants him and Crowley to dance and he refuses to acknowledge anything beyond that.

Is this just Shax insulting Crowley for how much of a nuisance he’s been or a reference to his former status as an angel ???

They’re both completely dismissive of each other when they’re trying to say something important and that’s the main issue they’ve been having this entire season tbh

Episode 6: I think it’s funny that Crowley describes the angels as bees here because in the book, Neil/Terry describe humans the same way. Guess we have more in common than we thought huh?

So the metatron was the one who originally decided Gabriel would be memory wiped and not sent to hell, and he was also the one that decided not to sound an alarm about Gabriel for some reason and said ‘just go find him yourself’ instead. The metatron has definitely got his own agenda and you can bet he doesn’t want Aziraphale up there in heaven because he’s a “leader” and he’s “honest” like that’s exactly what Gabriel was and look where it got him 👀

There’s just something I can’t quite put my finger on about the metatron bringing Aziraphale a coffee from “give me coffee or give me death” and then asking Aziraphale if he’s going to take the coffee he’s giving him…

I have not seen a single person talk about this since s2 came out but Nina literally calls Maggie “angel” because that’s the term of endearment they hear Crowley using for Aziraphale !!!! I’m still going fERAL over this and I can’t believe no one else is eitHER

Something about this part of The Final Fifteen compared to this scene from the first episode is so representative of the entire season. Azirpahale keeps saying “my way or get out” and Crowley finally hits a wall and can follow Aziraphale no further. So he does just that. He goes.

I’m sure a lot of us by now have seen this post that brings up how Aziraphale literally pushes the remains of Crowley into his mouth and swallows and it’s the only thing I see when I watch this now

We still don’t know for certain if Crowley queued up this song to play on their way to the Ritz or if the Bentley started playing it all on its own and it’s driving me insane

Basically how I am doing after my Truly-Alarming-Number-th watch of this traumatizing episode/season. WELP hope you enjoyed this garbage dump of my thoughts and feelings time to go cry for a bit again BYE

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #my season 2 rewatch aka: I Went Insane #i am unwell #I haven't slept properly in 44 days and counting #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #angel #demon #armageddidnt-blog #armageddidnt-gifset #armageddidnt-screaming #armageddidnt-pain #good omens 2x06

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mysaintkitten · 8 months

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Loser, Baby | Neil lewis x fem!reader

prompt: neil swears he’s grown now and that it’ll take more than a shitty porno to get him hard, so you put him to the test (this based off of a suggestion i was sent !! thank you very much to whoever sent this !! and a quick reminder to feel free to send me prompt and character suggestions hehe)

WARNINGS: subby!neil kinda, unprotected sex (p in v), orgasm denial, i think that’s all ?? (NSFW, no minors)

word count: 2.2k

“the new shipment has come in!” jonathan calls out from the front of the store, lugging in a medium sized cardboard box filled with tapes. he places the box down onto the checkout counter before temporarily leaving to find a box cutter.

you, neil, and lucien gather around the box. you’re a bit confused, you were expecting a shipment sometime next week- what’s this one doing here so early? but after all, you hadn’t been working here for too long so maybe unexpected shipments were normal.

“do you know whats in here?” you ask to lucien and neil, who both claim they have no idea. jonathan returns with the box cutter and slices through the tape that’s sealing the box together, proceeding to then tug the box open.

you peek into the box, and you’re taken aback by what you see- you must be seeing this wrong. VHS tapes filled with graphic covers fill the box, it’s hard to focus on one singular film when all the titles include words like GAPING or FUCK or HORNY. you can’t help but laugh, this must be a gag gift. jonathan and lucien shoot glances at neil before laughing themselves.

you turn to look at neil, but he’s not laughing, he doesn’t even look happy anymore, he looks livid.

“we can’t sell this shit, get rid of it.” he chided, crossing his arms in front of his body.

“what? dude, we can’t just get rid of these perfectly good tapes. we have a mature only section, this could bring in a whole new wav-“ lucien laughs before neil cuts him off, “no. get rid of them. it’s my store and i don’t wanna sell this shit. i don’t care what you do with them, but we aren’t selling them.” neil spat before leaving to head to the storage room.

you had never seen him this agitated, over some simple pornos too. i mean, you guys did have an adult only section and normally neil had no issue with selling those tapes. why were these different?

“guess he still remembers ..” jonathan whispers, snickering quietly with lucien. huh?

“still remembers what?” you ask, wondering if this situation was more layered than you initially thought.

“back in our freshman year of college, we’d rent these tapes and do that freaky-straight-boy circlejerk shit .. whoever came first would lose.” lucien says, beginning to take the tapes out of the box. “neil would lose, almost every time.” jonathan laughs.

god, no wonder he wanted these tapes gone. getting a better look at the covers, they were disgusting. not in an actual disgust way, but just so crude. filthy. and knowing neil was coming to these made an unfamiliar feeling bubble within your stomach. it wasn’t a bad feeling, it was just foreign to you.

jonathan and lucien take a few of the tapes and head to the back office to start figuring out how much they could sell the them for, and you feel your curiosity get the best of you. out of the remaining tapes, you shuffle through until one sticks out to you.

HOT, WET MILF GETS FUCKED HARD

lord, it’s almost refreshing to see a title that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. you know exactly what you’re getting into. you grab the tape and slip it into your purse, a new idea stirring within you.

you finish the rest of your shift and the topic of the tapes has seemingly come to a close, no one else mentioning them for the rest of your shift.

as you and neil drive home together, you bring the topic back to the surface.

“what’s wrong with the tapes?” you ask, wanting to hear neil’s side of the story.

he sighs, “i don’t know, it’s just, maybe it’s cause i’m older and stuff like that doesn’t interest me much anymore. or maybe it’s because i’ve realized how demeaning the porn industry is to women ..” he rambles, saying everything except for a direct answer.

“neil, neil, it’s alright.” you chuckle softy, “if you still enjoy porn, that’s okay, i’m not expecting you to lose all interest in viewing sex simply because we’re in a relationship.” you reply, hoping it’ll direct him towards giving you a more honest answer,

he starts to grip the steering wheel slightly, “well, it’s like, you know, i do still like to .. see sex .. but that stuff doesn’t turn me on anymore. i’m grown now.” he almost gloats. you decide to let him have this for a few minutes, or at least until you guys arrive to your shared apartment.

once inside, you decide to bring your idea to light. you place your purse on the couch, “so neil, baby, i’m gonna be honest with you” you say, “jonathan and lucien told me why you feel this way about these tapes, the jerk off sessions, you coming quick ..” you add, he becomes flushed, beginning to stutter while trying to find the right words,

“and since you told me that you’re grown now and that you aren’t into any of that anymore, i wanna put you to the test.” you continue before pulling the tape out of your purse, watching as neil’s eyes dart between the cover of the tape and your face. all while he’s still speechless, you skip the vhs into your tape player.

you approach neil and gently squeeze his wrist, guiding him over to the couch to sit down beside you.

“now, we’re gonna watch this, and whoever gets turned on first loses. since you’re not into it anymore, this should be easy for you, right?” you instructed, enjoying how blatantly nervous neil was. he was full of shit and you both knew that, but his pride overrides all other aspects.

he gulps, “yeah. i’ll be fine. how will i know you aren’t getting wet, though?” he replies back, a bit snarky, almost as if he thought he had stumped you.

“hm, guess we’ll just have to do it like this then ..” you stated, grabbing his hands and slipping it into your pants and underneath your panties, his cold rough hands cupping your warm mound. before he can even process what you did, you slide your hand into his pants and boxers, cupping him the same. he gasps softly, “no, no, this isn’t fair! you can’t just have me hold your pussy and expect me to-” he stammers

“sh, it’s about to start.” you cooed, turning your gaze to the screen.

it’s retro porn, filmed by shitty cameras and filled with shitty acting. all seems to be going well for the first few moments before any of the actual fucking starts, neil’s hips shift uncomfortably beneath your hand, but he’s still soft.

the people on screen begin to kiss, and moan, and grope. before long, the lead milf is on some sort of counter, legs spread with her bare pussy showing. she’s fingering herself in front of her counterpart, gasping and writhing about how wet she is and how badly she needs to be fucked. and before she even has a cock inside of her, you feel neil begin to pulse beneath your hand. he knows he’s lost. you both know. you carefully look over at him, he’s blushing and his brows are furrowed, his lips twitching ever so slightly. poor thing. the tape wasn’t turning you on, but seeing how affected he was, was turning you on.

you don’t mention it and kept this knowledge to yourself, you continue to cup him, but you gradually apply more pressure along with moving your hand around gently, adding some friction to the mix.

he subconsciously begins to grind into your hand slightly, his own fingers getting a bit curious in your pants, toying around gently with your folds. once the woman on screen starts to get actually fucked, neil’s undeniably hard.

you look over at him, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth while smirking, “you lost, baby.” you purr, weakly pumping him.

“n-no! i told you it isn’t fair! i was thinking about you being in these positions and i just got ..” he rambles, “i don’t care, sweetheart. rules are rules.” you cut him off,

“im not a monster, though ..” you murmur before taking your hand out of his pants and sliding his out of yours, you then proceeding to lift your hips off the couch to slip your panties and pants off.

you scoot your back against the armrest and spread your legs for him, “you can have your fun, i can’t just get you worked up and then give you nothing, can i?” you assured, watching as that familiar little grin formed on his face. he slips his pants off and scrambles to get himself between your legs, wasting no time aligning himself with your pussy. spreading your wetness around with his tip.

he nearly whines, “i kept thinking about your pussy .. and how hard it would get me to see you like that .. all spread out and wet ..” he begins to push the head of his cock inside you, “jus’ not fair ..” he mutters,

“worry about that later” you advised, slipping a finger into your mouth before bring that finger down to your clit, rubbing side to side gently against the nub.

that seems to work on him and suddenly he isn’t focused on the fairness of the game anymore. his hands sneak around your thighs, gripping on the soft skin. while slowly thrusting in and out of you, he brings your legs up to his shoulders before picking up his pace. placing small, wet kisses on your inner knees while gripping your hips tightly.

you moan at the gesture, snaking your hands around neil’s torso to tug at his shirt, needing something to grip while he begins to pound into you.

his thrusts are deep and desperate, like he’s that same horny college student all over again, this time with access to actual pussy. knowing how desirous he was for you made you wetter, you could feel him thrusting in and out of you with more ease and you could even hear how slick you had become as he continued to fuck into you, subtle squelching noises begin to mix into the already erotic array of sounds coming from the two of you.

“lemme see your tits, baby ..” he whines, nudging the bottom half of your shirt with his trembling hands, you oblige and lift your shirt up, revealing your bra.

though he wanted to see more, it gets him going none the less. he whimpers as he reaches his hand out to grip your covered tit, kneading the pillowy flesh while slowing down his thrusts slightly

he hooks his finger around the corner of your bra where the cup and strap connects and he pulls it down, just enough to where he can see a good portion of your nipple, a small groan leaving his lips as you feel him twitch inside you. it’s almost cute, seeing a grown man become weak at the sight of a bare nipple. he picks up his pace again and watches the recoil of your barely exposed tit as he pumps into you roughly.

“so beautiful, can’t believe you’re all mine” he moans, you hum in approval, smirking at him through half-lidded eyes, “get to fuck this pretty pussy whenever i like .. you’re a dream.” he purrs, his head going slightly slack against your calf that’s still propped up on top of his shoulder.

“all yours ..” you moan in your most sultry tone, trying to push him closer to the edge, “you gonna come in my pussy, baby?”

he whimpers again, nodding eagerly, gripping your thighs tightly as he picks up his pace.

“gonna come, so close, god, fuck!” he groans, nows the time, you think to yourself.

“stop.” you say firmly, placing a hand flat against his chest, his thrusts slow down before coming to a complete halt.

“wha.. what’s wrong?” he questions, breathlessly, still incredibly close to coming directly inside you.

“pull out.” you reply in the same tone, he whines, but complies.

“what is it? did i do something wrong?” he probes, a worried expression lingering on his face

“no, you didn’t do anything wrong, love. but you lost. and you can’t come until i say so.” you reply, reaching to the floor to grab your discarded pants and panties, his worried expression stays on his face but it shifts to a different type of worried.

“what? no! you can’t! i’m so close ..” he mewls, “you can’t just leave me this hard! i’ll die!”

you chuckle at his exaggerations, “you’ll be fine, it’s not my fault it takes nothing more than a strong gust of wind to get you worked up.” you say softly, bringing your body upright to cup his face before pecking him on the nose.

“i’m going to take a shower ..” you add before standing to your feet, his eyes are wide and his mouth is gaping, it’s comical to you, “you’re gonna be all soapy and wet in the other room and i’m supposed to just sit here, painfully hard, and deal with it?” he whines. you think he may be even cry, him being so pathetic is almost sweet.

“mhm!” you reply, ruffling his hair before turning your body around, leaving him on the couch to go shower.

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x fem!reader #neil lewis x reader #neil lewis #watching the detectives #this was fun to write #:)

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fuckyeahgoodomens · 11 months

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THE GOOD OMENS GRAPHIC NOVEL KICKSTARTER WILL BE LAUNCHED 1 AUGUST 2023 👀🥳🥰❤

The amazing @goodomenshq sent me an absolutely glorious ineffable package!!! 🥰🥰🥰 Whoa the absolutely beautiful and wonderful goodies! :) ❤❤❤ Thank you so much!

I am very happy to announce (with their permission) that the kickstarter for the beautiful upcoming Good Omens Graphic Novel adapted by the talented @colleendoran will be launched on the 1st of August! :) Wahoo! :)

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Good Omens: the official (and ineffable) graphic novel launching this August!

We're excited to share the news that Good Omens will be officially adapted into graphic novel form and will launch via Kickstarter on 1 August 2023, set to publish in Summer 2024. You can sign up to be notified when the project launches via bit.ly/GoodOmensGN.

Good Omens: the official (and ineffable) graphic novel follows the angel Aziraphale and demon Crowley as they find the apocalypse on the horizon, with one added problem: they seem to have misplaced the antichrist. Based on Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett's 1990 novel, their story has been reprinted many times, adapted for audio, and the Amazon Prime and BBC series starring David Tennant and Michael Sheen. It has not been a graphic novel. Until now.

The graphic novel itself is being adapted by Eisner-Award-winning illustrator Colleen Doran, a long-time collaborator of Neil's, who has worked with him on projects including Chivalry and Snow, Glass, Apples. It will be published by Dunmanifestin, the publishing arm of the Terry Pratchett Estate, to ensure that the resulting book will come straight from the hearts and minds of team Pratchett, Gaiman and Doran.

We've got lots of plans, goodies, rarities and more to unveil around the project and can't wait to welcome the Good Omens fandom behind the scenes with us, We'd love if you could help spread the word about the graphic novel ahead of the Kickstarter, and can't wait to enter this new chapter of Aziraphale and Crowley with you. Join us at the end times, Team Good Omens x P.S. A sneak peek?

Good Omens HQ is the fan hub for Good Omens news and more from the Terry Pratchett Estate and Neil Gaiman. Keep up to date with GOHQ on Twitter, Tumblr and TikTok (@goodomenshq), and on Instagram (@goodomens_hq). For any queries about the Good Omens graphic novel or Good Omens HQ, contact: [email protected] Links: bit.ly/GoodOmensGN | kickstarter.com/projects/dunmanifestin/good-omens@neilhimself, @neil-gaiman, @terryandrob, @pratchettonline, @colleendoran

CAN I HEAR A WAHOO?

#good omens #terry prachett #neil gaiman #good omens graphic novel #graphic novel #colleen doran #goodomenshq #fuckyeahgoodomens #me #NGK I AM SOFT #thank youuu

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bones-and-booze-stills · 3 months

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T̵̬̰̦͖̀͂̍̋̚h̴̫̿̈́̾̍̍i̷̡͚̯͠s̵̡̩̹͔̥͓͙̋̀̎͒̽͗̕ ̸̢̙͛̽̾̈́̆̄t̵͎̬̱̀͆h̷̭̤̞̖̹͠į̴̢̨͉̩̝̾̒n̸̨̪͆̈͑͗͠g̸͙͇̼̬̘͈̃́̿̔̂̓͐ ̸̡͙̺̝͍̾͛͛̽̈́͘ǫ̷̏n̸͉̲̖̖̺̄͂̀̑?̶̩̫͖̰͍̮͂̀̉̚ ̶͖͍̦̻͛̉́͛͐͒̃Ḣ̶̛̯͝é̴̘͓͓͐͐̿͗̚͜l̸̬̳͔̽̕l̴͔̥̯͉̼̭̕͝͝ǒ̸͎?̷̛̖͚̼̭̿̚ ̴̯̤͙͙̏̈̇̂̾͘͘ͅĤ̶̡̦̥̝̑͊͂̕e̸̟̙̗̮͚̫̋͗̕l̴͉̘̺̯̻̝͚̏̇̈́͐͆͠l̸̮̦̹͌̈̈́̈́̐o̷̥̲̭̗̯̟̣̕ ̸̢̜̟̪͕̏̓̉̊͂̎̾͜Ĥ̶̨̢̩̝͆̽̓e̸̛͕̫̽̈́͊͛̑l̸̡͖̗͚̭͎̣̅̄̀͘͝͝l̷̨̪̯̣͚͍̆̀͛o̴̢̗̩͖̮̰̯̓̿̊̋?̸̧͗̐̃̓̒?̷̭̹̓͊

O̵̖̝͔͗͑h̴̝̰͒̈́̽ ̵̨͈̠̌́̚ű̵̝̙͍̅̃h̶̹̗͛̇ ̶̟́ȯ̸̝̇k̷̖̩͗̋ͅả̷̢̞̗y̷̡̓̚͝.̴̙̮̃͠.̵̬͈̪̊̂.̸͔̬͌I̸̝̥̾͜ ̷̝̉̇̽t̴̞̲̏h̷͈̘̃̚í̶̪̓n̶̙̬͕̍ḱ̴͍̩̼ ̸̛͇̥̖͂Í̷̛̜ ̴̼͈̃ģ̴̤̦̐ö̶̡̙̤́ṫ̵̛͕̕ ̷͇̋̋i̷̮͂̃t̴̫͓̂͛

W̵o̵r̷k̵ ̴p̸l̸e̴a̵s̶e̴.̵.̴.̸

Hey uh....okay...I think I got it working-

Hello??? Okay...sweet...

Stephen stills

Age:25

Position: leader(Ex-talent???)

"Goddamnit GODDAMNIT"

Thank God the power is still going...probably because there isn't alot of people using this damn website anymore...

Fuck...uh...they told me writing out my feelings would be...a...okay idea so...here I am! Plus, maybe there's some survivor's out there who can talk to us...

It's been...God how many months? 3 months when Todd...you know...rolled over Neil's head, 4 months when neil got bitten and died...8 months when we first started hiding so...around 10 months since this all started, Jesus...

Anyways I'll be running this blog...sharing my feelings and stuff...not like anyone would be alive to see it so yeah-...bye?

ALL OOC

Ships asks are allowed, depending on the character ofc and if it's legal

My other blogs:

@making-noodles-png (main blog)🍜

@themp3player (joseph rp blog)🎧💽

@hardcore-alcoholic (other scott rp blog)🍾

@dr-teddyholmes (oc rp blog acc)🩺💉

@cyb3r-calix (lmao, fropsona rp acc)🔬🧪

@notyoung-neil (young neil blog) 🎮📹

@noodle-sketchez-mp3 (doodles and sketch acc)🍜🖋

@robes-and-margaritas (old wallace blog)

Asks are much appreciated!!! I love getting sent questions and answering to them in character sooo yeah!!

NO NSFW ASKS- please qwq you can flirt, you can fuckin Rizz up the depressed ass dad but there's a few questions I'm okay with but it depends on the context

If your one of the SP asks blogs or anyone in general, interact if you wanna lol. Shoot a ask or a dm and I'll do my best to respond.

As for asks in general I'll respond to the best of my ability and to keep in character. Honestly everyone is busy with thier own lives and I hope you all can understand, thank youu

THIS AU IS BASED OFF OF @pepperpom 's scott pilgrim apocalypse AU and it takes place AFTER Neil's death so uh...angst? Ig?

Speaking of which IDK HOW TO PLAY STEOHEN WELL SO QWQ IM SORRY I dunno much abt the lore (even though I've read the notes and all-) and I dunno how specifically stephen is supposed to act so I'll just...try andmake him sound depressed as possibllleeeeeeee SORRY IF ITS NOT PLAYED WELL AJDJKWKXJWKXM

I'm also designing some of the minor character design for example Joseph, hollie, other scott, Joel and Mobile so yeah :DDD

ALSO ALSO CREDIT TO @anxiousfrogdj2566 FOR THE PFP STEPHEN. I EDITED IT SO IT CAN LOOK MORE ✨️yassified✨️ so :)))(

🪓🔫🧟‍♂️🎸🎙

#Stephen rambles

#Stephen goin crazy

#Stephen lore

#Stephen asks

#Stephen interacts

Anonsssss YIPOIE

🐢 turtle anon

🫧 bubble anon

Concerned goober anon⚡️

#scott pilgrim au #scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim the anime #scott pilgrim vs the world #scott pilgrim apocalypse au #stephen stills

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darsynia · 7 months

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The heart wants what it wants...

Gosh, so I've been writing for a nearly 30 year old fandom, the book/tv show Christy. I was a huge Kellie Martin fan from Life Goes On, and I'd liked the book (evangelical childhood go brrr)-- lemme tell you, Scottish-voiced older smart gruff man & idealistic kind resourceful opinionated young woman will ALWAYS get me. Add LeVar Burton and Tyne Daly and I'm HOOKED. OH I forgot to mention it's set in the Great Smokies and the vistas are magnificent (TWW reference says hi).

Well, the show itself has a religious scaffolding, and it's pretty wholesome, so though the series manages some truly intense unresolved sexual tension, I should refrain from getting too racy in this 'it was a crime to never show these two kissing' 'shipping Neil/Christy for 30 years does something to a person' story, right? RIGHT?

Me: I'll write a brief satisfying M encounter

Me now: he's soaked after checking for a fire in a thunderstorm and she's slowly unbuttoning him while he loses his mind OOPS

Anyway, I'm putting the finishing touches on Shipping chapter 3, but if you ever watched this show or might be interested in a period piece where two people with hidden feelings find themselves married and figuring out what fun that can be, feel free to check out that story! It's got a tiny online presence (under 200 fics on FFN, my fic was #7 on AO3) so I probably won't post again about it, but I'm very pleased by what I've written.

Breathing Fire

Summary: After an unexpected standoff puts Christy in a compromised position, she discovers what a marriage based on love and friendship is really like. With that firm basis, she seeks to heal the wounds that were caused before she even arrived in Cutter Gap.

For fun, here's an excerpt under the jump:

Note: Set the day after the wedding, but their 'wedding night' was interrupted; Neil is a doctor and he was called away for a medical emergency. He hasn't gotten much sleep as a result.

When she woke next it was thanks to the bright indirect sunlight from the window. She’d slept in.

Christy threw herself out of bed, spluttering her hair out of her face as she rushed over to the dresser to grab something to wear.

“Christy,” Neil rumbled from the bed. He had his arm draped over his eyes.

“I’m late for school!”

“You’re not.”

“No, I am! Miss Alice was supposed to take my place, but she was with you.” She supposed she could dress on the other side of the closet door, or at the top of the stairs with the bedroom door closed. When she turned around with a handful of underthings, meaning to race over to the closet and do just that, she ran right into Neil.

“Grantland got back yesterday evening, he’s teaching your students today,” he said, tugging the clothes from her hands to set them on top of the dresser. “Back to bed,” he said, guiding her back with an arm around her shoulders.

Sleepy Neil was a charming mix of impatience and determination.

“But David has no idea where the lesson plans are!”

“He’ll probably spend the whole day sermonizing at them,” he said once they got over to the bed. Neil then yawned so hard he stumbled sideways before shuffling around to the other side.

Christy sat, her sense of purpose deflated. “Is there anything you were supposed to do this morning that I can do instead? Dropping by a patient’s house, or picking up supplies?”

“No one will expect us for days,” he told her, rubbing at his eye with a knuckle. “We’re meant to spend them enjoying each other, which right now should mean you, sleeping next to me, in silence.” There was a daring sort of tease to his voice that sent a thrill through her. How was she meant to sleep after he said something like that?

“I’m wide awake. How about I go downstairs and--”

“Don’t,” Neil blurted. He took in a breath to say something, then chuckled. “Not sure how well I’d sleep knowing you were down there rearranging everything.”

“Meaning you’d sleep better if I stayed up here?” Christy guessed.

His expression sobered, and he rolled onto his back. “I keep expecting to wake up and find all of this was a dream.”

If she were braver, she would have told him about her dreams of him, but instead, she said, “How about I go get a book to read, so I can sit up beside you, while you sleep? I can pull the curtains shut.”

His nod was relieved, and Christy got up, thinking hard to remember where she’d packed her book. It wasn’t with the others, since she’d been reading it a little each night. A glance over at her husband told her he was still ruminating.

“Ask me what I’m reading,” Christy said, crouching down to rummage through the front pocket of one suitcase.

“What?”

“It’s part of distracting you while I look for my book,” she told him. Standing, she put her hands on her hips. Was it downstairs?

“Fine,” Neil said, his voice still sleepy, but more like his confident self. “What are you reading?”

“Little Women, by Louisa May Alcott. It’s a story about four sisters, all very different, and how each of them handle the process of growing up. I loved it when I was younger, and now I’m rereading it to pick out parts to share with the children.” As she spoke, she found the book, drew the curtain, then came back to briskly set things up to sit comfortably beside him.

“You’re an excellent teacher, Christy.”

Praise from him really was worth a hundred kind words from anyone else.

#yes there is forced proximity in this story #christy huddleston #neil macneill #christy huddleston x neil macneill #my true loves are apparently all in 90s tv lol #darsy twirls all her favorite things in romance #thanks to the RP accounts from whom I have borrowed the gifs!#dixie carter is in it too! and a bunch of other amazing actors like WHAT #and the scenery is truly gorgeous!

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nightingale-ghost-writer · 1 year

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46 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

Maybe [Soap x Fem!OC]

Summary: Soap finds a kindred spirit during a trying time

Author’s Notes: This is a little of a long intro, feel free to skip it! I’ve been reading fanfiction for years, and I’ve started dozens of fics. This is the first one I’ve ever finished. (10K words!!!) It started off with me wanting Soap to get some medical care for his unaddressed injuries after Alone, and just exploded from there. I wanted to really highlight the bond he and Ghost formed, and then I wanted to give him love (because he deserves it!). I know it’s a bit sparse on the Price and Gaz side of things, but I feel like their bonds with Soap are sort of assumed going into this game. This game, to me, is about Soap learning that sometimes the right thing to do isn’t always so obvious, and Ghost learning to work with a team, thanks to Soap. I loved this campaign dearly, so I have a lot of dialogue carried over from scenes I really wanted to set. That being said, I changed some stuff to better incorporate my OC, Daniela. Writing reader-insert fics is a skill I just do not possess. If you’re reading, I hope you enjoy it!

And to my dear @uselsshuman, who is the furthest thing from useless, thank you so much for your encouragement to write this. Your writing and support really inspired me to get this done. This one’s for you. ❤

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Modern Warfare

Warnings: language, canon-typical violence, suggestive content

Soap tucked himself behind a door, braced his back against the wall, and did his level best to breathe as silently as possible. He could hear the Shadows’ footsteps and radio chatter nearby.

He pulled back the hammer on the desert eagle he’d found in the café safe and held his breath. He didn’t want to get into a gunfight, not here. Not with them. He had decent cover, but his arm throbbed where a bullet was lodged, his ribs stung where his plates had kept him from another, his whole body ached from his jumps and falls in the city, and he was almost certain he’d damaged something in his left hip the day before.

That particular injury came from running along cliff faces to escape the cartel, which was bad enough. Adding the Shadows to that? That was terrible.

As the footsteps faded, Soap let out a slow, low breath and slumped to the ground. He let his eyes drift shut, just for a moment, taking stock of his ability to get across the plaza to the church. To Ghost. As if he knew that he was being thought about, Ghost’s voice crackled through the comms.

“Soap?“ he asked softly.

“Ghost,” whispered Soap.

“You alright?”

Soap opened his eyes and took a deep breath, peeked around the door, and answered “Think I found a way through, LT.”

“Shadows are everywhere. I’ll hold ‘em off until we RV in front of the church and secure a vehicle for exfil.”

“Roger that.” Soap crept up through the shop, taking care to stay low and move quietly.

“Give ‘em hell, Johnny. We’re almost there,” rumbled Ghost. After a moment’s pause, he added “Listen, I picked up an ally. Should help us get out of here a little easier. You’ve just got to us and we’ll get to a vehicle.”

Soap’s eyes narrowed. Ally? In Mexico? Only two people came to mind, and they were both “detained”.

“Is it Price?” he asked after a moment’s thought.

“No, one of Alejandro's Vaqueros. Wasn’t on base when Graves moved in. Showed up, realized something was wrong. We found each other killing Shadows, decided to team up.”

Soap chanced raising his head to peer out of the shop window. Seeing no Shadows, he moved for the door. “And you trust ‘im?”

“Enough, at least for now.”

“Copy that, LT. I’m on my way.”

He wiggled the door handle, but of course, nothing could be so easy. It was locked. So he pulled out the last of his makeshift pry tools, braced it in the door jamb, and pulled.

Lots of things happened all at once, then.

The door swung open. Soap yelled “Fuck!” while the Shadow said “what the- GET DOWN!”, and hit Soap with the butt of his rifle. The Shadow called his position, Soap heard “kill him!”, and then the Shadow dropped to the ground. Soap scrambled back, pressing the heel of his hand into his eye and groaning. His vision swam and his ears rang and he couldn’t get his bearings. Two more Shadows, running for the building, dropped to the sharp report of silenced sniper fire.

“Holy hell. Ghost, was that you?” Soap asked.

“Who else?” snapped Ghost’s rough voice. “Now go!”

He scrambled to his feet. And ran.

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138 notes - Posted November 15, 2022

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

225 notes - Posted November 16, 2022

141 Headcanons - The Five Love Languages

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Simon has been so severely abused for so much of his life that any form of love is just shocking and hard to accept for a long, long time

It takes a lot of time for him to let anyone love him at all. A LOT of time.

Touch would have to be his number one, though. He mostly hates to be touched by people, but once he has a taste of gentle touches, he can’t get enough

For the longest time, the only touch he got was being beaten, shoved, pulled, and manhandled. Enter his military career. Now, any intent to touch is intent to harm

Enter you. Whether it be brushing a hand across his shoulders as you pass, nudging him when something is funny, squeezing his hands or shoulders in reassurance, wrapping yourself in his arms, or wrapping him in yours, your touches have only ever sought to bring comfort to one or both of you

It goes both ways. Once upon a time, his hands were only for hurting other people. But now that he’s been shown physical love, it’s his favorite way to show love, too

Anytime he can, he wants to be touching you, he’ll put his hand on your back, his arm around your shoulders, or his personal favorite: have you curled up in his lap

Just the fact that you WANT to be close to him makes him feel safe and wanted and loved

He even finds himself reaching out to Johnny on occasion now, though he’ll never admit it

It still takes trust and a LOT of time for him to actually let someone close enough to touch him, though

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

Johnny values quality time above all else, though touch is a close, close second

Like Simon, he doesn’t let people too close. He banters and blusters, but few ever make it into the circle he would call his actual “friends”

When he meets you, being around you becomes as important as breathing. Wherever you are is where he wants to be. Whatever you’re doing is what he wants to do

Ghost teases him that he’s like a puppy (he’s not wrong)

You need help moving furniture? He’s there. If something happened? He’s the one you call, and he’s on the phone or on his way until he knows you’re okay. Shopping? Or better yet, cooking? He’ll read the cookbook to you

Speaking of cooking, dinner dates are his forte. He loves taking you somewhere nice to show you that you’re worth his time and money (and to hold your hand). But mostly, he just wants to listen to you and talk with you

Every dinner, while he’s home, is an at-the-table affair so you can both share what’s going on in your lives

And after every dinner is cuddling until bed, unless other activities take priority *wink wink*

You planning time together and asking him about missions makes him feel like the luckiest man alive, because it shows him that you're just as interested in him as he is in you

And of course it doesn’t hurt when you can’t take your hands off him. That’s quality time on a whole new level

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Kyle, soft-spoken man that he is, responds the best to words of affirmation

He’s confident enough, but there’s something about being told when he’s doing things right that really sets his mind and heart at ease

Whether it be on mission or at home, he likes to know he’s not off-base when he thinks he’s done things right

Part of why he and Price are so close is that Price always lets him know how he’s doing

Nothing boosts his confidence like you appreciating him vocally, whether it be for helping you cook or clean or doing the grocery shopping

Obviously, there’s one area of home life that vocal praise means even more

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240 notes - Posted November 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Your Wildest Dreams [Soap x Fem!Reader]

Summary: In a mission gone wrong, you and Soap have to hole up in a safehouse, trying to stay warm during the cold Russian winter

Author’s Note: Not me thirsting after Soap for 5K words instead of finishing the companion piece I started for Maybe… also, my first ever shot at writing reader-insert! Anyway, here’s a really plot-lacking, self-serving piece for anyone interested

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Modern Warfare

Warnings: Language, canon-typical violence, extremely suggestive, borderline smutty? No actual explicit smut, but let’s call it NSFW to be safe

Shrike /SHrīk/ noun

a songbird with a strong sharply hooked bill, often impaling its prey of small birds, lizards, and insects on thorns

a 10-foot (3-meter), 400-pound (180-kilogram) U.S. air-to-ground missile designed to destroy missile batteries by homing in on their radar emissions

Icy water enveloped you. Pinpricks instantly broke out under your skin, dancing through your blood and your bones. For a blessed moment, your mind went blank. Then, survival instinct kicked in. You kicked your already numbing legs as hard as you could, launching yourself back toward the night sky. Just as you thought your lungs might burst, you broke the surface, gulping in the crisp mountain air. It burned the back of your throat as you bobbed in the current, trying to get your bearings.

What should have been an hour-long intel collection mission had gone to shit in less than a minute.

You and Soap had been dispatched to a safehouse of Makarov’s in the Russian countryside to gather intel. You were anxious- excited to be out with Soap, nervous about the actual infiltration. Soap’s signature flirting melted that anxiety quickly. It was one of the reasons you enjoyed missions with him so much… and one of the reasons you got so flustered around him.

Tensions with Russia were high, so rather than sending a full team, the pair of you had been dropped off by helo three clicks from the site. You’d go in, get the intel, get to the safehouse, and wait for evac. Barring any immediate danger, you’d be holed up there overnight, hiking out early the next morning to be picked up. Price was unhappy about sending you in without comms or backup, but Laswell was concerned with radio traffic and her sources had told her it would be empty.

Laswell’s sources had been wrong.

You’d taken a long, cold hike up the frozen mountainside to a deteriorating stone building that might at one time have been a castle, but was now little more than half-crumbled walls and hastily built wooden shacks. There had been no indicators that anything was amiss- no footprints in the snow, no pings on Soap’s heartbeat sensor, no noise. Laswell’s intel had seemed good.

Then you’d opened the door to one of the shacks and been met with a full squad of soldiers. They clearly hadn’t been expecting you, and you had the distinct advantage. Before they could react, you’d grabbed the nearest soldier, using him as a human shield while you put him in a headlock. Soap had sprung past you, shooting two others before ducking behind a desk. An overeager and overconfident soldier had fired several shots at you, nearly grazing your arm, but killing his teammate in the process. Soap had lunged at him, baring him to the ground and stabbing a combat knife deep into his throat.

The three remaining soldiers raised their weapons, shouting to each other. You’d killed one with a well-placed throwing knife as you threw yourself behind a table and watched in horror as another launched himself at Soap. You raised your gun, but there was no clean shot with them grappling as they were. Then, you were blindsided by the last soldier. He leapt at you as you tried to line up a shot on his teammate, knocking your gun to the ground and grabbing one of your wrists.

Instinct took over as you wrestled, and before you knew what was happening, you and your attacker were flying through the nearby window. You both rolled down a steep, snowy hill toward a frothing river, each trying to get the upper hand. Before either of you could, you went straight into the icy river, sinking instantly. Luckily, you recovered first.

After taking a moment to breathe, you dove back underwater, looking around for your attacker. He was close enough to reach out and touch, back to you as he tried to get to the surface for a breath of air. You swam toward him, wrapped an arm around his shoulders to hoist yourself up, and stabbed him. Once in the neck, once in the ribs, and then once in the chest for good measure. His body had gone limp at the first thrust, but you couldn’t be too safe.

As soon as his body floated out of your arms, you realized the bigger issue- the current, and the cold. You were already being dragged downstream, the tide splashing over your head and threatening to pull you back under. You swam for the bank, but your progress was minimal. Your muscles were already starting to freeze up. You looked around frantically, desperate for something to hold onto. Just as your fingers met with a sharp rock, you heard Soap’s voice calling your name.

You looked up to see him scrambling down the hill, sliding on snow and loose bits of shale. Blood dripped from his temple and he seemed to be cradling his arm to his chest. You tried to pull yourself out of the water to meet him on the banks, but your muscles refused to work. The icy water was doing its work and you could feel your body beginning to shut down.

“Soap,” you called weakly. He had almost reached you. “I can’t move.”

He waded waist deep into the water, reaching out for you with the arm that wasn’t held carefully to his side. “‘S alright, lass, I’ve got you. Take my hand.” You shakily, slowly, tried to reach for him, barely managing to brush the tips of your fingers against his, and he managed to lean just a bit further out to wrap his hand around yours. He tugged you toward him, and after a moment, was pulling you into his side. “You’re freezing, Shrike,” he murmured, rubbing your arm for a moment. You were shivering violently, barely able to move.

“I am,” you said, teeth chattering. “Your head.” Soap waved you off as he looked around, gaze settling in the direction of the town where you were supposed to wait for evac.

“The intel-”

Soap cut you off, shaking his head. “Forget the intel. Price said if anything went wrong, we get to the safehouse.” His eyes scanned your body, looking for any injuries, as his hand rubbed over your arms. “Are you okay? Can you make it back to town?” You nodded, your violent shaking making it nearly impossible to tell. You reached for his wrist, pressing on it gently. You were no medic, but it didn’t feel broken to you.

You held his wrist with one hand as the other reached up to wipe the blood from his temple. “You okay?” you asked. He winced as you wiped at the blood, but nodded. You breathed a sigh of relief when only a shallow cut was visible.

“Just a sprain,” he said. He pulled his wrist carefully from your grip and unzipped his jacket, pulling it off.

“W-what are you-”

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243 notes - Posted December 6, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

Clearly I don’t know how to tag, or to, you know. Write my own stuff. Lol

But oh my goodness, I wrote three things this year, within the last month. They ALL THREE ended up in my top posts. I cannot believe how much support I’ve gotten for these fics. To everyone who’s read them, thank you so very much! I love you!

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ingravinoveritas · 2 years

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I am so disgusted with all the people on twitter sharing memes about Michael kissing David. And one even sent something to Georgia! But you get hateful anons and people being mean tto you. Fucking twitter.

I...oof. Thank you, Anon. Yesterday was honestly kind of a hot mess in the fandom, particularly on Twitter.

I feel like everything and everyone went a bit over the top because of the pictures that were posted on set. I saw the memes that you mentioned, and definitely found it amusing, but also alarming that this was all exploding so suddenly. In some ways, I think this was almost a response to the fact that everything around these discussions is framed in black and white--i.e., ”Michael and David are in ‘straight’ relationships, if you ship Michael and David it’s bad and awful and don’t ever talk about it”--and turns it into this massive overreaction when it suddenly is “okay” to talk about it. And it’s because people don’t have an outlet to talk about these things without fear of judgment or attack that we ultimately end up losing any nuance in these discussions.

So I’m certainly not mad at people making memes about Michael kissing David, or wanting to be able to freely discuss it. But I think what frustrates me a little is that all of this came out of nothing happening at all, whereas everything I have written on my blog is based on things that actually have happened and things Michael and David have said. Speculation is all well and good, but I make it a point to emphasize that there are interviews and pictures and quotes to back up the things I write about.

In contrast, the fandom on Twitter yesterday lost its collective mind because of pictures of Michael walking around the set looking happy and glowy and smug AF...which, again, I very much do get, but perhaps people wouldn’t have gone so crazy if there had been previous discussions about how Michael has looked happy/glowy/smug around David for the past three years, and how it fits into the larger framework of their friendship/relationship and so on. That kind of balanced discussion could’ve tempered things a bit and prevented people from taking it too far, which is unfortunately what did happen.

Tagging Georgia (why?). Tagging Neil, for crying out loud, which was just not at all kosher. I hate that he even had to say what he did because someone tagged him on a post that wasn’t even theirs. But this is why I make it a specific point to not tag the creators or actors in such things or show them any of my fan works (fanfic, in my case). It’s not for them--it’s for me and for fellow fans who I hope would be interested in and enjoy it. (Also, we know Georgia actively searches David’s name on Twitter, so that makes tagging her entirely superfluous, because she will unquestionably end up seeing this stuff on her own.)

What also ends up happening is what I see happening on Twitter right now, which is the backlash in response to everything. It’s not even a full day later, and I’ve already seen some fans revert to the “Michael and David are very straight men in healthy relationships” rhetoric, and once again calling the idea of shipping them “disgusting”--which is a word I have personally come to abhor, because to paraphrase @thereallovebug, there has been speculation about RL male/female couples in magazines and on fan sites forever, but none of them have ever used the word “disgusting.” It’s ridiculous to me to say that a relationship is healthy without any verifiable proof just because it’s straight, just as it would be to say that another relationship is unhealthy just because it’s not straight.

(But that’s a whole other more complex discussion for another time, and I do have an Anon in my inbox that speaks to this and more, so I will save the rest of my commentary for that.)

So, yeah...I am just frustrated at how this is going to put those of us who do ship Michael and David back at square one, as being characterized as crazy people who flip out and have no sense of boundaries or fandom etiquette, etc. etc., when that is very much not the case for the vast majority of us. My blog is still a safe place for people to discuss this stuff, though, so I hope folks will not feel too burned or unsettled by everything that’s happened over the past few days.

Sending love to all of my followers out there who have been so supportive (including you, Anon). Thanks for writing in! x

#anonymous #reply post #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #good omens 2 #fandom woes #trying to provide a balanced perspective #but also v. tired of fighting the same battles over and over again #extremes on either end are just not good #let men be in love 2k22 #i'm sorry but if this was a man and a woman there is no earthly way their relationship would be described as 'platonic'#ineffable lovers #discourse #gif by me

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swiss-cheeze · 5 years

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The mess you Made (The Dirt!Mick Mars x reader)

Gif is from the internet so creds to who posted it first

Warnings: a lap dance, drugs, alcohol, idk honestly

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Touring with Mötley Crüe was great and all, drugs, girls, drinks, shows, sweat all of that came with it and that’s what gave you the chills. You and your band where the opening act for Mötley Crüe, The Jewels. Each of your members had their own nickname based on a jewel; Jackson was your bassist and was dubbed Emerald (Em for short because everyone loves to tease him with that), Kyle was the singer and was dubbed Opal (Opy for short) and your guitarist was Mimi, she was what people would stereotype as ‘nerdy’ AND ‘girly’ which dubbed her as a crystal. You? You where the drummer, eccentric, flamboyant, shit for brains; you name it. You got it. So you were named Ruby.

Much like Tommy you were extremely open and pretty out there but you also had the personality as Nikki AND Vince, you were a boy magnet to almost everyone in the crowd and then the girls; you’d have wild fuck sessions back in your dressing room, it was great. Whenever you’re part of the show ended your trademark would be to get up on your drum set, pick up the top you were wearing and flash the crowd for a glorious 7 seconds (exactly) before hopping down and running off stage. The crowd would be pumped after that, giving Mötley Crüe the thrill they needed. After shows you always chose a few people (boys, girls, both) to come back and to have a good time with, they always left with a large grin and a flutter either in their eyes or their legs.

This time though was the after-party, and your gig before Mötley Crüe was a rough one, everyone missed some sort of cue at least three times and then some, lights and sounds kept cutting in and out and nothing was going right and it wasn’t until the venue owners said they were bringing people in did things start working again. The gig went fine it was just the rehearsal was just one that pissed you off for the rest of the day.

“Oi (Y/N/N), go find a girl and fuck her brains out; you’re seriously worrying us right now” Vince said leaning over Tommy to get a better look at you. The after-party was going fine and ¾ of Mötley Crüe where already high as a kite and it was only 1 in the morning.

“Shut it Neil, I’m not in the fucking mood” you muttered softly. Currently you were stationed in the middle of the boys, Tommy to your right accompanied by Vince while Nikki and then Mick sat on your left. The after party had graduated from the table they got blowjobs at to their shared apartment, you know the one; where everyone has to climb in through the window? Yeah. That one.

“Oh come on (Y/n), rehearsal wasn’t that bad. You still flashed the crowd in the end so you must’ve still been good” Nikki said from your left, you turned to face him but the bassist was already started to make a new line, you just rolled your eyes at his antics.

“I flashed everyone because that’s my job as well as my trademark asshole” you said kicking the table slightly making the drinks on top to shake and almost fall. Tommy was quick to wrap an arm over your shoulders and bring you into his side.

“Leave the girl alone, she’ll wake up tomorrow feeling as good as a fresh dandelion” Tommy said with a grin, (Y/n) rolled her eyes but let a smile crack but covered it by taking a long sip from your beer bottle.

“I saw that smile (Y/n) you can’t cover that shit from us!” Vince said suddenly pointing at you, you just shook your head but let the smile come through.

“Shut it cover band” you said kicking his foot the best you could, “not everyone like to be called daddy like you” you said with a wink as the boys cackled.

“VINCE HAS A DADDY KINK!?” Tommy yelled before giving Vince a noggie, Nikki smirked and Mick cracked a smile as Vince glared at you and you smirked already knowing his question.

“Heard you asking a girl to scream it to you last night, continues DADDY was coming through the walls I honestly don’t know how the others didn’t wake up from it, you’d think being her daddy you’d actually shut the bitches trap with either your cock or your fingers or even your mouth. Vince got NO respect for others” you said with a large grin making Tommy and Nikki crack up again, Vince looked away with a scowl as some red started to crawl from his neck to his face.

“Look at you dishing out all the shade today (Y/N/N)!” Tommy said with a grin as the drummer slapped your shoulder, you only rolled your eyes before getting up.

“I’m gonna go find the other ‘gems’” you said with quotation marks referring to the rest of your band before stalking off to the other side of the room while Tommy and the others discussed what could happen at the next gig. On the other side of the room you quickly bent down and dragged your nose over a line as your bandmates cheered behind you; you cheered too when you came up and sniffed with a large grin. Jackson came up from behind you and slung an arm around your shoulders and laughed loudly as did Kyle but you quickly looked around Mimi.

“If you’re looking for our nerd she’s right over there” Jackson said into your ear as he pointed to a corner in the kitchen with his beer. Mimi was having the time of her life with a broad brunette who was also having the time of their life copping a feel. You whooped and hollered in Mimi’s direction but neither caught on which sent you, Kyle and Jackson into a fit of laughs and giggles. You quickly gasped and squealed as an idea popped into your head.

“WHAT WHAT WHAT” Kyle yelled with a laugh watching you bounce around.

“BAND OFF AGAINST THE CRÜE” you quickly yelled, “ME AGAINST TOMMY, EMERALD AGAINST NIKKI, YOU OPY AGAINST VINCE AND CRYSTAL OVER THERE AGAINST MICK” you yelled, both the boy’s eyes widened and a new spark ignited in their souls; they were quick to agree as you quickly made your way to the other band. Tommy was situated between a girls thighs as the other three looked on.

“GUYS ITS COMING WATCH IT” Tommy yelled before the girl screamed and a Jetstream of cum squirted out of her; Tommy fell back against Mick as Nikki and Vince gasped and hollered holding each other back. You were quick to laugh loudly and clap Tommy on the shoulder as the girl came down from her high and Tommy stood up properly.

“I got a GREAT IDEA” you yelled the last two words into Tommy’s ear who only laughed and egged you on.

“So, WHAT IS IT” he yelled back which made you tweak your ear with a chuckle, you looked to the rest of the Crüe before smirking.

“BAND OFF AGAINST EACH OTHER, WE PLAY THE SAME SONG, ADD OUR OWN TWISTS AND SEE WHAT THE CROWD LIKES THE BEST” you yelled to the boys as you clung to Tommy who was the only thing supporting your weight as Kyle and Jackson glomped both Vince and Nikki under their arms. Vince looked to Nikki who in turn looked to Tommy who looked to Mick, Mick only shrugged.

“Don’t look at me, I’m the one that’s slowly going crippled” he said with a swig of his drink, the rest of the band whooped and hollered as they started planning out what song to do and what would happen.

As the night went on everyone did their part in getting off their own ways before leaving through the sacred window back to their respective homes; not including you and the other band members of course. No you and the accompanying seven people (eight including you) sat around and ended up playing a few shit rounds of twister and spin the bottle on the floor.

“MIMI! You are here-by dared to make out! With!” Nikki started before looking around the group before his eyes landed on you, “(Y/n)!” Nikki slurred with a large grin while pointing at you. Mimi looked at you with a large grin, the girl was high and drunk off both her balls and then some so of course she had to self-control.

“You got it Sixx!” Mimi yelled before she quickly clambered to a standing position and walked over to you, she sat on her knees before cupping your jaw and smashing her mouth into yours, the kiss was messy and sloppy no thanks to both of your brains being high and drunk but the others hollered and whooped while the two of you made out for a few seconds more before parting, panting while a small stream of saliva connected you two before breaking and dribbling from your plump bottom lip to you chin. Biting your lip you grinned before laughing. Mimi sat down next to you as she quickly spun the bottle. Looking around the group everyone went back to looking at the bottle but Mick, his eyes stayed trained on yours before quickly looking away with a swig of his vodka. The bottle ended up landing on Vince, Mimi hummed for a second.

“Truth or dare mister Neil” Mimi asked, Vince shrugged.

“Dare!” he said quickly.

“I dare you to run around the halls butt naked!” Mimi yelled with a cackle, everyone doing the same. You only scoffed and took a swig of your beer; such a mediocre dare.

“Never thought of you as the dry darer Mimi” you muttered under your breath. The girl turned to you and smirked.

“Alright then, Vince you’re free from your dare!” Mimi said with a wave of her hand and her slurred words, Vince visibly sighed as the girl turned to you and pointed at you, “You, miss ever so perfect Ruby, are going tooooooo” Mimi said drawing out the last word before a light ignited in her eyes.

“Oh god I know that look” you muttered with putting your head in your hands.

“MISS (Y/N) RUBY WHATEVR THE FUCK” Mimi yelled making everyone shush, “ARE HERE BY DARED!” the girl stood up and pointed down at you, “to give the old man a boner with a lap dance, OR, strip tease” Mimi said with a smirk; her voice lowered to add even more dramatic flair. Nikki laughed loudly as Tommy clapped Mick on the shoulder, Kyle and Jackson bent over each other as they laughed together and Vince smirked.

“I’m just glad I aint in your place honey” Vince said looking at you with a wink but sipping his beer. You groaned.

“Alright old man, get your crummy ass up and let’s do this” you said with a sigh, Mick looked slightly taken aback by your sudden interest.

“You cannot do it in a room, we won’t know if you’ve done the dare or not” Mimi said with a grin turning to the group on the floor, “will we boys?”

“NO WAY” Nikki yelled joined soon by Tommy and Kyle and Vince and the rest. You sighed loudly.

“You’re really cruising for a bruising here babe” you said looking at Mimi as the girl soon sat down in between Nikki and Tommy, “do I at least get to choose the music?” you asked, Mimi thought for a second before smirking.

“Mick can be the ever so gentleman and choose the music” she said with a grin as she stretched out her legs in front of her.

“Actually I’m going to head to bed” Mick was quick to say while getting up, groaning at the pain the shot through his spin slightly.

“AWHHHHH” everyone cooed.

“You’re no fun old man!” Tommy yelled with a grin.

“Yeah! You never have fun with us kids anymore!” Nikki was quick to add on with a smirk as he held up his drink in a sort of salute. As Mimi started up a small chant between the groups.

“Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it” they all started to slur and mutter together before getting slightly louder and louder. Mick turned to you with a dead gaze which you returned with a shrug.

“May as well give the kids a show before they head to bed” you said with a grin, “go choose a song old man and let me give you a good time” you winked. Mick rolled his eyes and scowled slightly as he walked over to the record player in the corner of the room and quickly pulled out a vinyl from the cabinet and placed it on the player before putting down the needle and letting the actual record play. Mick had a large grin placed on his mouth as he walked to a chair and sat down waiting for the record to start playing and for you to start your dance.

“Sure you’re up for this?” Nikki asked, whether it was to you or Mick neither of you knew as you both nodded and the song soon started, a blush spread from your neck to your cheeks as the group on the floor snorted. The beginning to Take me to the Top started playing.

“You little shit!” you said with a loud slurred laugh, everyone laughed around you and you sighed and shook your head before quickly getting into ‘the zone’.

Don't you know, know, know

It's a violation

You swung your hips on the beat and bit your lip.

I still hear you saying

Such a perfect, perfect night

You looked to Mick as you swung your hips while walking towards him, ducking your head down your flipped your hair back and popped your hips as you toyed with your shirt.

No, no, no fight all temptation

Well, in a black-hearted alley fight

Coming forward you swung your leg over Micks lap and bent backwards.

I'm screaming

Take me to the heights tonight

You came back up quickly and rolled your hips against Micks as your hair covered your face as snickers and small words where said between the group on the floor.

Take me to the top

Pointing a finger to the sky you grinned widely before palming your breasts; Micks eyes ghosting over your hands before quickly coming back to look at you, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable that an ‘old man’ such as himself would be looking at a place like that.

Too many times

Victim accusation

You got off of Micks lap and turned so your back was facing him and swung your hips in circles as your body followed soon after.

No, you don't have to take it like that

A sheer, sheer heart attack

You pumped your chest in and out with some hand motions on ‘sheer, sheer heart attack’ while circling your breasts.

No, no no it's no realization

I never had a way with you

You bit your lip looking at Mick as you dropped to the floor (wobbling a little due to your drunk state) and crawled up his legs; hands gliding from the middle of his calves to his thighs and to his crotch.

But I still hear you saying

You finally stood up and put your left leg on the arm of the chair Mick was in and grabbed the back of his head softly, mouthing the words to the next lyric.

‘Take me to the top’

Before softly pulling Micks head towards your crotch. The group cheered behind you as the song continued with the same sentence and you let go of Micks head before looking down at the man and giving him a subtle wink and sitting back down with the group.

“NO FUCKING WAY” Vince quickly yelled and cackled; the singer ended up falling to the floor in fits of laughter.

“Dude what the hell!?” Tommy asked with a large grin, the drummer leant down to his singer’s level as Vince told Tommy what he was laughing at before Tommy took a second look and then burst out laughing himself.

“Are y’all gonna tell us what the fuck you’re laughing at or do we have to find out ourselves!?” Kyle yelled quickly.

“MICK MARS GOT A BONER” both Tommy and Vince yelled together; everyone who wasn’t on the floor losing their shit looked to Mick who was trying desperately to hide his growing hard on. Mimi clapped you on your back harshly as a blush creeped up onto your neck and cheeks, your lips becoming red and raw from biting it, not only seductively but also from the amount of anxiety running through your veins from your previous showing.

“Shouldn’t you kids be heading to bed already?” Mick mumbled into his hand as he looked away from the cackling group. Mimi sighed through her laughing and looked to her group.

“He is right guys, we better get going if we wanna perform AND get over this hangover” she said sadly, Mimi got up along with Kyle and Jackson and walked to the window; you gave a death glare to the remaining Crüe members who quickly took the hint.

“Uh yeah we’ll walk you out” Tommy said quickly and got up, half dragging the other two behind him as each one stumbled to get through the small window. Leaving just you and Mick Mars alone; both horny and extremely into each other.

“I hope I wasn’t to…” you started.

“Sexy?” Mick finished for you making you chuckle softly.

“If that’s what you wanna call it then Mars then sure” you said with a large grin as you looked to Mick.

“I know what you should be doing though” Mick said as he rubbed the palms of his hands on his trousers. You stood up intrigued with the guitarist’s proposition.

“Oh? And what may that be Mister Mars” you asked walking over to the man; you smirked as you leant forward and placed both hands on the arms of the chair Mick was seated in as your face got ever so close to his.

“Fix the problem you made” Mick said with a smirk, his eyes ghosted from your eyes to your visible cleavage then back to your lips.

“Problem?” you pouted, “I’d say it was more of a mess” you said with a grin and a bite of the bottom lip, Mick leaned forward and gripped your hips softly.

“Then I suggest you clean it up” Mick said before tugging you down as his lips crashed into yours.

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Let’s just say that your ass hurt when you sat down on your drums and EVERYONE knew you had a good night when you flashed the crowd during your finale.

#the dirt #motley crue #mick mars #nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince niel #mick mars x reader #the dirt!mick mars x reader #x reader #rock n roll

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itad · 5 years

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Tonight’s the Night(part7) TheDirt!TommyLeeXReader

Summary: You have been on tour for almost a year, event after event, mile after mile. Your uncle was Doc the manager of Mötley Crüe, one of you favorite bands. He pulled a few strings and got you on this tour for a late birthday present and for making up the lost time from when you didn’t see him much as a child. As he was one of the only ‘father’ figures you had. Recently found yourself thinking more and more of Tommy. Could you possibly be falling in love with the hopeless romantic? If you were could he possibly feel the same?

~ Not because of the event but because of the beautiful man, that was holding your hand.~

Words: 1533

Side note:// i know that as of rn it’s not tommy ik ik but this is drama for the future

Stepping out of the Pontiac flashing lights, screaming fans, yelling reporters didn’t seem to bother you, the only thing that mattered was the one hand that was on yours. Holding your dress and walking, then stopping to take photos then being questioned ever now and then by the MTV “news reporters’. Honestly you liked every second, maybe it was because Tommy maybe it’s because of the flashing lights. Who knows. You spotted Nikki and the rest of the band not far away and pointed to them to get him to notice them. Continuing the stop for a few minutes then walking a 5 feet then stopping again, you eventually got to the circus of idiots. Vince took Skylar, his daughter to the event.

You bent down and she looked at you and smiled, running over to you.

“Y/N!” wrapping her small arms around you neck, you picked her up and spun her carefully. Vince told you out of all the band, you were her favorite, and you weren’t in the band. That same night Sharise and him asked you to be her godmother.

“Hi baby.” You smiled and then going civilizations, holding Skylar you talked to the band. You felt a hand creep around to the small of your back. Looking over it was Tommy’s, causing a red color come across your face. You tickled Skylar, making the heaven come down with giggles. Finally after some pictures and question you, Skylar, and the band walked in.

Taking your seats in the auditorium, which was in the front. The yahoos to your right, skylar to the left. Eventually everyone was sitting and the awards show begun.

Dave Mustaine and Alice Cooper walked out, neiling over the mick

“Alice, you know what hard rockers have in common?” Dave joked

“Well for one thing, we can’t dance.”

After a moment of hesitation. Dave opened the envelope, looked at it and joked “And the winner is MC Hammer, no Aerosmith!” Everyone clapped and shouted. Steven Tyler and the other walked on stage and made their speech. Taking the award and walking off, everyone clapped again. Dave and Alice walked off the stage and Graham Nash and Mick Fleetwood walked on the stage and staged the nominees for best heavy metal/rock band Album: dr. feelgood: Mötley Crüe, Flesh and Blood: Poison, and Aerosmith. After what seemed like forever the winner was anonounced and Mötley Crüe won. The boys stood up and clapped along with everyone and walked to the stage. Making all of their thank you’s. Then taking their award and sat back down.

Skylar ran over to Vince “Congratulations Daddy!” Vince smiled and picked his beloved daughter up and hugged her then sat back down.

“Congrats, dipshits.” You smiled at the band as they were like kid in a candy store. You went through the rest of the show then finally to the boys after party. It seemed like all of the members from Van Halen to Guns n’ Roses came. The booze, drug, and girls came in bunches. Cups were littered almost everywhere, a normal mötley party.

Holding one of the plastic cups to your lips, you stared out into the view that Vince’s mansion included. You had changed once you had gotten there, the boys took off their jackets and unbuttoned some of the bottons on the shirt. Everyone was having a great time, until Heather walked up to you eyeing you up and down, a smirk appeared on her face.

“Hi we didn’t have a nice introduction, I’m obviously Heather.” She smiled as politely as she could muster and stuck her arm out. You looked at it and smirked placing your cup on her hand.

“Get lost hun, this isn’t your crowd.” With that you walked away, finding Nikki lighting the sleeve of his leather jacket that I brought, as his request. You laughed and shimmied you body onto of the counter. Nikki soon got bored of the flames and ran cold water over it.

“Where’s your drink?” His voice loud but the question was stated.

“Gave it too the misfit.” You smirked. Nodding your head over to her and Tommy.

“That the new one?” He snickered and started pouring the both of you guys drinks, then handing you one of the cups the placing a free hand on your thigh.

“Yeah, Oh shit.” It seemed like the blonde told Tommy and he was fuming his way towards the two of you.

And fuming he was.

You threw the drink on him “How about you get you’re head out of her ass, when you do then talk to me like an adult.” You got off the counter, grabbing Nikki’s hand you dragged him away. Tears threatening to fall from your eyes, you wiped them away because big girl dont cry, as your mom always told you.

You smashed your lips to Nikki, him taking a second to realize what you did, but then kissed back. He was good. The two of you eventually pulled away, mouth agape and slightly swollen.

“Holy shit.” You both said at the same time. Nikki bent down and picked you up, you wrapped your legs around the bassist torso. Picking up where you left the kiss, you some how move to a open chair. You two both kind of fell into the chair, you now sitting there in a startle position. Both of you trying to get closer to each other, if it was possible. You were pulling on fabric, hair, skin. Nothing mattered to you in this second. You knew Nikki wanted this and had since Doc introduced you to him. The boy was very vocal about it. Sometimes he got handsy.

You pulled away and Nikki kissed down you’re throat, giving hickeys every time his lips traced you’re skin, you moaned as he found the spot behind you’re ear, this drove you crazy. Finding that your core was burning with a need for him, you started grinding yourself against him, earning a groan which tickled your throat causing you to giggle. He pulled away from the contact and smiled a smile you’ve never seen, you locked eyes with the bassist and slowly closed the gap between the two of you, not in a complete lustful way but in a gently way. Something you didn’t know Nikki was capable of, at first it shocked you then it almost melted your heart.

Nikki’s arms wrapped around you, somehow pulling you even closer to him. You’re hand found there way to his cheeks. You guys pulled away to catch some air, both panting almost like they were dogs. Want to go get a room, doll?” He smiled and looked at the hickeys forming on your neck.

Nikki got tired of looking for a room that wasn’t occupied and just unlocked one of the main bedrooms Vince had for the boys.

You bit your lip, and wrapped an arm around his neck, propping yourself on an elbow. Next you knew clothes were thrown in each direction and nikki was grabbing a condom and wrapping it over himself. He lined himself up at your entrance, then pushed into you. Both of you moaned.

“Fuck you’re tight.” He watched himself disappear in you. Speeding up his pace, but then went slow and deep, causing you bothe to moan.

“Fuck Nikki, fuckkkk.” You both we’re drawing close to your climax. Nikki must have felt it to as he pulled out, causing you to groan, but you seen his head fell between your legs and began his work on you. Moans and profanities fell from your lips, you have never fell this much pleasure before from any other douche bag boyfriends.

Nikki looked at you through his eyelashes and pulled away from you “you gonna cum for me doll?” he smirked and continued his thing. That sent you over the edge. Nikki liked up all of your juices. Now it was your turn to please him.

With wobbly legs you managed to climb off of the bed, Nikki now sitting on the edge of the bed. “Come here doll.”

You obeyed, sitting on your knees in front of him, your head was leveled with his hips. Looking at him through your eyeslashes, you grabbed the shaft and raised and licked a trail from the base of his length to the tip, when st the tip you swirled your tongue around it before kitten licking the slit. Nikki turned to a hair pulling, groaning, moaning mess. With every tug there was a hum with every hum there was a groan. You finally stopped teasing him and put his dick in your mouth, slowly letting your teeth graze upon the shaft, earning a loud yet husky groan from him. You began to bob your head, that is until nikki got tired of your slow pace and started face fucking you.

“Fuck like that babe, fuckkk. Such a naughty mouth for such a good girl. Fuck.” Nikki’s head fell backwards as he realesed his fluids to the back of your throat, in which you swallowed because momma didn’t raise you to be a little bitch. (lol sorry had to). It was warm and slightly salty, pulling him out of your mouth you sat back a little and looked up at him. “Come here.”

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mysaintkitten · 8 months

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Little Secret | Neil Lewis x fem!reader

prompt: neil is your sisters boyfriend, but that doesn’t stop you from developing a slight crush on him (this is based off a suggestion that was sent to me !! thank you to whoever sent it !!) (NSFW, NO MINORS!)

WARNINGS: veeery slight age gap (unspecified ages but reader is implied to be younger, everyones legal), cheating, loss of virginity, unprotected sex (p in v), creampie

word count: 3.8k

neil and your sister had been dating for about 4 months now, still very much in its fresh-honeymoon stage. in those 4 months, you two had been around each other a few times but hadn’t really spoken to each other directly. you’d be in the same conversations, but that’s really all that would happen.

it wasn’t until somehow, the two of you were left alone in the living room of your house a few hours before your parents were planning to hold a family gathering, neil being your sisters plus one. you’re sitting on one side of the couch and he sits on the other, you’re physically as far apart as you can within the couches armrests. your sister had temporarily left due to a minor emergency situation, she had realized that she had no solo cups or paper plates for the family gathering tonight, and your parents were at the liquor store buying alcohol for the gathering.

for a while, you just sat in silence. if you were being honest, you thought neil was pretty cute, but you felt so guilty about it. so you just tried your best to avoid him. he was just a few years older, nothing significant that would make people look twice, but the more dominating factor was that he was with your sister. whenever you felt yourself staring at him, or tweaking your appearance when he’d look away, you’d remind yourself: he’s with your sister.

as the two of you sat in silence, he eventually breaks it by blowing a weak raspberry through his lips and stirring up a conversation,

“sooo …” he starts, eyes scanning around the room before bringing them to you, “see any interesting movies lately?” he asks, you refrain from chuckling. of course he’s asking about movies. but, it’s his main interest and he’s trying to be nice, so you engage.

“uh, yeah, actually!” you respond, looking down at your hands in your lap was you fiddled with your thumbs, “watched fantastic planet, i thought it was really cool.”

“wow, really?” he responds, his words almost sound sarcastic, but when you look up at him he has a partially impressed expression on his face. you blush slightly, temporarily basking in the fact that you gave him an answer he approved of. your sister wasn’t as in to movies as either of you were, which was a bit of a tolling factor on his relationship with her.

“i like fantastic planet too, you seen any other french films? like la haine?” he questions, his body language becoming more relaxed,

you perk up slightly, “yeah! i loved la haine!” you beamed, turning your body inwards to face him better, you did really enjoy cinema but you didn’t have anyone to talk about it with.

he smiles at you warmly and then scans you up and down, before he can say anything you hear the front door unlock and your sister comes in, “oh, my god! you won’t believe what i saw!” she exclaims from the front door. his gaze stays on you for a few more moments before he breaks it to go help your sister out with the bags. you watch him as he leaves. you feel an uncontrollable smile spread across your lips and you scurrying up to your room, not wanting to face your sister and be reminded of the fact that these feelings are guaranteed to lead to nothing.

once upstairs, you start getting ready. you shower and shave, change into a nicer outfit, a cute little dress. overall modest, but showed enough to hopefully peak neil’s intrest, and do your hair and makeup.

you’re patient, making sure you look as nice as possible, nearly missing the beginning of the get together to finish getting ready.

as you’re putting your earrings in, you’re subconsciously thinking about what neil would like. does he like slutty? does he like modest? you don’t want to make it obvious, but you want him to like what he sees.

after a few drinks, it sets in that the gathering is a bit of a let down. neil didn’t look at you once. it was almost like he was avoiding you. the conversations were boring, and you were tired of asking the same dull questions about your life and your future. you decided it was best for you to just sneak back up to your room. your parents and sister were enjoying the company, you didn’t want to kill their vibe.

once in your room, you strip yourself of your dress and slip into a loose tee and some pyjama shorts, proceeding to climb back into bed and scroll on your phone.

suddenly, your bedroom door swings open, and there neil is.

you both stare at each other, “oh, sorry, i thought this was the bathroom.” he said, blatantly lying, he’s been to your house numerous times, he knew exactly where the bathroom was. but how’d he know which room was yours? had he been doing trial and error without you knowing?

you break eye contact and glance around your room trying to figure out what words to say, feeling a blush creep across your cheeks, you notice in your peripheral that he’s walking into your room now, beginning to shut the door behind him,

“uh, well ..” you start, “it isn’t, i can take you to the actual bathroom if you’d like ..” you joke lightly, attempting to calm your own nerves, he smiles at you,

“that’s alright, i don’t really have to go, anyway.” he responds, looking at all the small trinkets you have scattered throughout your room, “why’d you leave?”

oh, so he did notice you.

“i guess it just wasn’t really my vibe .. things didn’t go exactly as planned i suppose.” laughing weakly, again, just trying to break the tension. you’re not even sure if there’s actual tension or if it’s just your nerves, either way, you’re trying to calm yourself down.

“what did you have planned?” he asks, he’s standing directly beside your bed at this point, picking up and toying with little things he’s found on your nightstand.

“uhh ..” you murmur, trying to conjure up a believable lie. you can’t just say, “oh, i tried my best to look hot so you’d look at me, but you didn’t, so i went upstairs.” so you settle with, “i just wasn’t expecting every conversation to revolve around my future, you know? i mean maybe that’s excepted of older family members, they just want what’s best-“ you ramble, and you realize you’re rambling way too far into your sentence.

“sorry” you giggle, he grins at you and chuckles softly, “in summary, the conversations were tedious. i’d rather just be in my room.”

he sighs, “yeah, i get that”, he places the small objects back on your nightstand and adjusts them to how they were before he picked them up. then, to your surprise, he sits on the edge of your bed, “your sisters having a nice time talking with the other girls, i felt a bit out of place so i told them i was heading up to the bathroom, they didn’t really notice though.” he adds, his comment about your sister brought you back down to earth. oh, yeah, my sister, your girlfriend.

you shift away from him slightly, feeling yourself becoming antsy. he had never been this close to you before, he had never been in such a personal space with you before, neither of you knew each other like that, yet here you were.

“oh .. haha ..” you mutter, your eyes are actively avoiding him, you’ve convinced yourself that as long as you don’t look at him he won’t realize how nervous you are. as if he read your mind, you hear him say, “wait, look at me.”

you gulp slightly and shift your head and your gaze towards him, making direct eye contact with him. his eyes drift down to your lips and he brings his thumb forward, gently swiping it against the edge of your bottom lip.

you don’t breathe, his eyes on you and his thumb on your lip is a bit much for your psyche to handle, your eyes shift away, keeping your head in place for him.

he notices your eyes shifting and he chuckles, “what? am i that hideous?”

your eyes widen slightly while looking back at him “no, no no! it’s not that!” you explain frantically, “it’s uh … kinda ..” you start, your voice trailing off as you realize what you were just about to admit to him. he doesn’t let you stop though, he continues to pry.

“kinda … what?” he asks, raising his brows, “kinda .. the opposite.” you choke out, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment, you definitely can’t look at him at this point.

you shift away from him more, tucking your knees up to your chest, the silence is eating away at you.

“look, i’m sorry, i think you should go, i shouldn’t have-“ you blab, desperately trying to dig yourself out of this hole you’ve created.

“(y/n), (y/n), breathe, it’s alright.” he coos, placing his hand on your shoulder in attempt to calm you down, “no shame in a little attraction, we’re only human, after all.” he adds, rubbing your arm gently.

“but you’re taken, neil ..” you whisper, “by my sister, at that!”

he doesn’t really respond to that, he returns to his original point, “we feel how we feel. you can’t control that.”, as he speaks he brings himself closer to you, his torso is mere inches away from your tucked-up legs.

“you know ..” he says, staring down at your bed while tracing small patters on your comforter with his finger, “actually i don’t think i should say ..” he laughs weakly. your curiosity peaks. “no, go on, i had to say what i was thinking, it’s your turn.” you coax, relaxing your body language a bit.

he sighs, “well .. you aren’t too bad yourself, not bad at all actually ..” he looks back up at you, shifting his gaze between your eyes and your lips. your hearts pounding, you’re worried he might be able to hear it, “oh, stop .. you’re just saying that ..” you mumble, nudging him playfully.

“i’m not!” he laughs, “really, i think you’re very attractive .. you probably get that all the time though.”

you scoff and cross your arms in front of your body, “definitely not ..”

his brows stitch together in disbelief, “what? you’re telling me you don’t have guys trailing after you constantly?”, you shake your head no. he huffs and scoots closer, directly beside you now.

you chat for a while, almost completely forgetting about the gathering and the fact that your sister, his girlfriend, is downstairs, but neither of you care at this point. you begin to discuss your shared interest, movies.

he brings up trainspotting, and you nearly lose it, unleashing all of your retained trainspotting-knowledge onto him.

he can tell how into it you are, he watches you attentively as you ramble, making sure to nod every now and then so you know he’s listening and following along.

“and you know, for the toilet scene, they actually used chocolate an-“ you’re cut of by his lips on yours, you immediately forget whatever trainspotting trivia you were about to say to him, which knowing his love for film, he probably already knew all of the facts you told him. but he sat and listened anyway.

he pulls away, and he smirks slightly at the surprised expression on your face.

“neil ..” is all you can manage to mutter out before his lips are back on yours again, kissing you a bit more deeper, testing his limits. he pulls back again for a moment, “is this alright?” he hums, his lips nearly grazing yours. “my sister ..” you whine, he just chuckles and kisses you again. at this point, you’ve fully pushed your morals aside.

his kisses start to get deeper and his tongue starts to explore your mouth, you moan at the new sensation, you hadn’t been intimate with anyone before and things were moving rather quickly.

his lips move over to your cheek, down to your jawline and then to your neck where he suckles on the skin softly while creeping his hand between your legs.

you grab his wrist and halt his actions, “neil, i’ve never done this before ..” you confess,

he groans into your neck, his hot breath sending chills throughout your body, “i’ll be gentle, sweetheart ..” he mumbles, licking a flat stripe onto your neck before continuing to place his wet kisses on the skin. he wouldn’t admit it out loud, but the thought of stripping you of your innocence made him harder.

you’re undeniably wet, your mind is racing, neil’s mouth, his hands, his cock, your sister, your family downstairs, you can’t focus on one distinct thing until you feel neil’s fingers slip into your panties.

you gasp quietly, feeling his skilled fingers toy with your pussy, “no one’s touched here before?” he asked, pulling his head out from your neck to look down at his hand in your pants, using his free hand to palm his aching bulge, “n-no .. just me ..” you whimper as he starts to rub small circles onto your clit, he smirks before whispering “ever think about me when you touch yourself?”. you nod, biting your lip, screwing your eyes shut to avoid looking at him.

he chuckles lowly, “dirty little thing .. lemme get these off”, he takes his fingers off your clit and hooks them into your waistband, you whimper in disapproval at the loss of contact. as you lift your hips to aid him in the removal, you lower them back down and spread your legs, bending them slightly.

he falls silent and your eyes open back up, you see him crawling to get between your legs, your holes are on a perfect display for him, you’ve never been so exposed in front of anyone before, but you’ve also never felt so aroused.

as his eyes scan you wet pussy, he brings his fingers back up, sliding his middle finger up and down your folds, “touch yourself for me, baby, i wanna see.” he purrs, teasing your opening with his finger. you whine, placing your hand between your legs and rubbing your clit timidly, a bit embarrassed to be doing it right in front of him. as you start to touch yourself, he begins to fuck you with his finger, watching as you clench desperately around his lone digit.

he’s absolutely infatuated with you, as you stare down at him between your legs he looks almost hypnotized.

“wish you had told me sooner .. would’ve touched you ages ago ..” he groans, adding another finger in, you whine slightly, stopping the movements on your clit.

neil shoves his fingers fully in, keeping them knuckle deep inside of you, “did i say you could stop?” he breathed, gently running the tips of his fingers along your leg.

you resume your movements, and he speeds up his while smirking “good girl.” he praises, he shifts onto his knees while keeping his fingers inside you, he brings his hand up to your face and cups your cheek.

he runs his thumb along your cheek sweetly before bringing his thumb to your lips, brushing against the skin, “open.” neil nearly whispers, you comply, sucking his thumb into your mouth.

you bat your eyelashes at him and suck his thumb in the most seductive way you can, despite having no experience, he likes what he sees. “jesus, (y/n) ..” he mutters, twisting his fingers inside you while trusting them in a bit harsher. “shit, neil!” you moan around his thumb, “you want more than my fingers, sweetheart?”, you whimper and nod, “hm? use your words, baby.” he hums.

you whine, “y-yes, i want more than your fing-ers ..”

“what do you want to fill you up instead?” he pries while taking his thumb out of your mouth and bringing that hand down to palm himself, smirking like the smug little fuck he is, you whimper louder, shifting your hips in front of him.

“neil ..” you huff, he just chuckles “come on, tell me what you want in that little pussy.”

you can barely manage to get the words out, embarrassment and arousal battling within your brain, but thanks to neil’s sweet little touches and words- arousal wins.

“y-our cock ..” you whisper, turning your head to the side. he groans quietly, “my, what, sweetheart? speak up.”

“your cock, neil!” you mewl, your desperation flooding all your other senses. he chuckles, “good girl, was that so bad?” he jokes before taking his fingers out of you, leaving you feeling empty, as he undoes his pants and hastily tugs them down. his hard cock springs out, you’re a bit intimidated by his size. he’s not huge, but he’s definitely big, and you’ve never had sex before, so your nerves were definitely starting to act up.

he scoots himself forward and lines himself up between your legs, rubbing your slick up and down with the head of his dick.

“aw, you nervous?” he teases, you don’t respond, you just whine, “you’ll take it all, like a good girl, huh?” he coos, sliding himself inside you slowly. “what about protection, neil?” you mewl, he laughs, “what, you think your sisters dirty, or something? i’m clean, darling.”

god, he’s disgusting. before you can respond, you gasp loudly at the stretch and slight burning sensation, “oh my ..” you huff, forgetting about whatever you were just bickering about. he hasn’t even bottomed out yet. he pauses for a moment, still only halfway inside you, to lean his body forward and place his hand beside your head, placing small kisses on your lips and cheek.

“doing so good, just a little more ..” he moans, using his free hand to rub your thigh soothingly.

finally, he bottoms out, you look down between your legs and then back up at him. he’s blushing himself, and he has a stupid little grin on his face. “feels nice ..” he groans before sliding himself out a bit, quickly thrusting back in. you moan at the mixture of pleasure and pain, feeling so incredibly full by neil’s cock. he speeds up more, making your moans louder and your body twitch beneath him. “god fu-ck, neil!” you nearly shout, he brings his hand up from beside your head and covers your mouth, “i know it feels good, sweetheart, but you gotta be quiet, okay? can’t let everyone downstairs know you’re getting pounded up here.” he taunts, knowing exactly how his thrusts are effecting you.

“mhmm!” you whine from underneath his hand, he moans and his shoulders go slack, “so fucking tight ..”

you grip the wrist of the hand that’s over your mouth, grunting and whining into his palm, while exhaling harshly through your nose.

he takes his hand off your mouth and moves it to your neck, gripping the sides gently. you stitch your brows together and watch him fuck into you through half-lidded eyes. “how does this feel, baby?” he purrs, dragging his nails along your thigh with his free hand.

you moan, not loudly, but loud enough for him to hear.

“good .. ‘s so good ..” you whimper, finding it hard to speak due to the circumstances.

“think you can come on my cock for me, hm?” he grunts, bringing his lips to yours before kissing you sloppily. you not as best you can and moan against his lips, neil takes his hand off your neck and brings it between your legs and promptly rubbing your clit, making you moan even louder again this lips.

“neil! shit!” you whine, clenching around him involuntarily. he moans weakly, placing his forehead against yours.

“‘m gonna come .. god, fuck!” he groans, pumping into you harder while continuing to rub your clit, you’re close too- but so close that you really can’t verbalized it. you just hope he knows, and he does. with a few breathy moans, he’s coming inside you. he pauses for a few moments to pull his body back up, but his thrusts don’t slow down, he’s maintaining his rough pace while rubbing on your clit, eager to get you to come for him.

“drench my cock, sweetheart, show me how good it feels.” he praises, looking down at himself fucking you.

you don’t need much more than that, you’re coming around his cock and you’re coming hard. harder than you ever have. maybe because prior all your orgasms had been from your own hands, but neil’s hands and words and cock gave you an orgasm that was unlike anything you had felt before. your mind goes blank and your body tenses up, small huffs and ‘fuck’s falling from your mouth as your orgasm crashes through you.

“there you go .. that’s it .. all over me baby ..” he coos, watching in fascination as you come undone on his cock.

once you’ve ridden your orgasm out, he pulls his softening cock out, making you wince, “sorry, i’m sorry ..” he mumbles, running his fingers along your thigh calmingly. “god, look at that ..” he groans, mostly to himself, as he spreads your lips apart and watches as the come behind to spill out of you. he gets up off the bed and begins to button up his pants, adjusting his appearance in the mirror before heading to the door.

“i’ll get you a wet rag and get you cleaned up, after that i’ve gotta go back downstairs.” he says, his hand already on the doorknob, “wait!” you respond, he turns his body to face you fully.

“what was that? what’s this?” you ask, leaving the question rather vague for a reason, “i mean .. i would like to keep this going .. i won’t tell if you won’t ..” he whispers slightly, as if nows the time he needed to be quiet. you would like to see him more often, you wanna feel how you felt more often. so you nod, “okay, i won’t either.” you whisper back.

he smiles, “sounds good. can you swing by my video store sometime this week? we could chat, watch a few films ..” he bubbled, seemingly giddy at the idea of spending time with you. “yeah, definitely!” you grin back as he heads out the door to grab the wet rag.

the post-nut clarity begins to sink in. you just slept with your sisters boyfriend. how are you ever going to face her again? how awful of a person can you be to do something like this? what’s done is done, you tell yourself, you’ve already been an awful sister. so fuck it. let’s keep this going.

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