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tojifile · 5 months

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@Satosugu . . . ( ´ ꒳ ` )

Tags: idols!satosugu, f!reader, very very cliché wattpad 2018 plot, fan!reader, satosugu x reader, fluff, no curse au, cursing, use of petnames, mentions of stalking, clingy Satoru, kind of ooc (?), reader is 18 n the guys are 19, reader is shorter than both of them, NOT A SATOSUGU SHIP POST

A/N: Thinking about Geto Suguru & Gojo Satoru and those kpop fics I saw everywhere on Wattpad during 2018. I made it less (?) cringe. This is just for fun anyways, I still eat up the most cliché shit. I just love love love them. Pt.2 is out now frfr!!

Kaisen - JJK Entertainment ☆

- Gojo Satoru

- Geto Suguru

idol!satoru who you literally bump into on a cold winter’s night in Japan. He has this cheeky grin on his face as he saw your shocked expression. “Hey princess!” He teasingly says. You thought that he looked kind of familiar but you weren’t really paying much attention, you were too caught up trying to escape the guy who has been following you.

idol!suguru who almost immediately noticed the man all dressed in black who seemed to be keeping a close eye on you while also maintaining a distance. Suguru observed the man as you and Satoru conversed.

idol!satoru who’s fond of the way you look up at him before apologizing, as if your brain buffered for a second. “Like what you see princess?” Satoru teased. You snap back into reality and turn red, you then started to apologize profusely. “I’m– I’m sorry for staring and bumping into you, I really didn’t mean it!!”

idol!suguru who then whispers something to Satoru. He decided to take matters into their own hands. It was obvious that the man was someone you were trying to get away from and the man was obviously intimidated by Suguru and Satoru.

Before you knew it Satoru went to your side and interwined his fingers with yours. “Just follow our lead princess. We won’t hurt ‘ya, I promise.” He then began to lead you somewhere while Suguru walked right behind you.

You then start to notice some people taking pictures of you and the two random men you just met a minute ago. Suguru then went to your side to make sure you weren’t captured by any more pictures. Although, the constant camera clicks did make you curious. You looked up to catch a glimpse of Suguru and Satoru’s face. It was at that moment you realized that these two weren’t just random men—they were world-famous idols.

idol!satoru who caught you trying to sneak a peek at the both of them. Your blush didn’t go unnoticed as you realized who they were. He chuckles but chose to let it slide. Trust me, he really, really wanted to tease you, but he figured that Suguru and him should take you somewhere safe first.

idols!satosugu who brought you to their hotel room. Suguru tries to make you feel comfortable. He makes small talk as you sat beside him on the couch, asking you about your name, likes and dislikes, what you did today. You were still in shock, you couldn’t believe you were in the hotel room of your favorite idols. Although you weren’t as much of a fan as everyone else, you couldn’t deny how handsome they were.

Suguru also made sure to tell you that the man who was following you couldn’t follow you inside the hotel. Their security here was great and he wanted to reassure you that you were in good hands.

idol!satoru who wants to keep you with him forever. He’s now saying things like, “Oh princess! I wish I could keep you in my pocket and bring you back to Korea!” His words make you blush hard. But Satoru’s words made Suguru sigh, he didn’t want you to think they were like your stalker.

Turns out they planned a semi-secret trip to their hometown. They didn’t tell the world they were going there, but they weren’t exactly hiding it. You were grateful yet utterly confused. Why would they help you out of nowhere?

idol!suguru who insists on walking you home but then they get mass texts from their manager in JJK Entertainment;

manager

Didn’t I tell the both of you to not get into trouble??

Check your socials, you and Satoru were found with some girl.

I swear to god Suguru, this is a PR disaster. We’ll pick you up as soon as possible. For now, don’t go out of your hotel room.

19:27

Suguru sighed as he saw the text messages, he knew they fucked up. “Okay, never mind, we can’t walk you home. Our manager got intel that the press is looking for us in the lobby—the three of us. They saw you in the pictures and now they want to know who you are.” Suguru got on one knee in front of you so that he would be at eye-level. He took both your hands in his and said, “I’m sorry.”

idol!satoru who immediately realizes that means you have to stay with them. “So that means you have to stay with us princess!” He happily states, “But– but maybe the pictures aren’t clear enough! I could sneak past the press and–” you were cut off by your own self as your gaze fell on Suguru, still on his knee holding both your hands.

idol!suguru who sweet-talks you into staying with them. “We’d feel much better if we know you’re safe here with us. Some fans can get crazy y’know.” Suguru spoke as he looked into your eyes. He really wanted to give off that yearning vibe. Which again begs the question, why were they so keen on helping you?

“Okay.. I’ll stay..” you hesitantly replied.

idol!satoru who then steals you from Suguru by hugging you tightly. “Great choice princess!” He was so happy, it was contagious. The both of them didn’t even mention being idols they just talked about their manager as if they had normal jobs. That was until Satoru decided to be cocky about it, “Y’know princess, most fans would’ve said yes immediately! Are you perhaps not a fan? Or even—a hater?!” He said dramatically.

idol!suguru who has a scowl on his face because Satoru stole you and because of Satoru’s question. “That’s none of our business Satoru.” He scolded his friend. Satoru only laughed in return.

idol!satoru who speaks in the most dramatic way possible. “But we’re world-famous idols Suguru! Surely this cute little princess is one of our fans, right princess?”

Gojo Satoru—the Gojo Satoru looked at you confidently as he waited for your answer. It made you a bit nervous, “I– I am a fan! I just didn’t want to be a bother..” you replied. “Plus you can never be too sure about people, I can’t just trust you because you’re idols!” You then sighed at the irony of that statement, “but I did because there was no other choice.”

idols!satosugu who listened to you speak attentively. They were very touchy and loved being close to you. It’s like they lacked physical affection. Suguru in front of you and Satoru beside you, such a cute duo.

idol!satoru who is the whiniest man ever. “So you think we’re bad people? I thought you were better than that princess..” he pouted. “No I don’t! I’m just saying you can’t trust too easily!” Satoru only laughed as you tried to defend yourself. He hummed, sarcastically agreeing to your words as you finished.

“Okay princess, whatever you say.” He mocked as he pulled you onto his lap, embracing you by the waist.

idol!suguru who tries to keep his best friend tamed. “You’re too touchy with her Satoru.” To which Satoru replies with a pout. “But she likes it!” He whines, “don’t you princess?” You turn red at his words. Suguru only sighs, he holds your hand, hoping you aren’t done with them. He just wants to help you.

idol!satoru who knows no personal space and props his chin on your shoulder as he continued to hug your waist from behind.

idol!suguru who rested his head on your lap, tired. At this point he didn’t bother telling Satoru off. He was just reduced to a big sleepy man.

idols!satosugu who were now all over you, both derived of physical affection. You couldn’t escape the idols now.

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woso-dreamzzz · 6 months

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Sharks

Meadema x Child!Reader

Summary: Viv comes to your house and you tell her about sharks

Viv's been at your house more often now.

It's a little strange.

Viv never used to come to the house by herself.

Always with your aunties and the other Arsenal girls.

Never alone.

But now, she's always at the house by herself. She comes home with Mummy from training and they sometimes have sleepovers in Mummy's Big Bed. Sometimes, she cooks you breakfast in the morning or helps pick you up from nursery.

It's weird.

The only person that's been around this much is Daan but she's gone now. It's not that Viv's taking her place but it's just a little weird to have someone around all the time again.

"Mummy!" You call," Need help, please!"

You're trying to get your favourite crayon set out but it's trapped by all the clutter in your toy box. You tug again but can't quite seem to get it.

"Mummy!"

"Hey, liefje." It's Viv instead of Mummy and you stop to look at her.

"Where's Mummy?"

"Beth's on a phone call. Can I help?"

You think for a moment before nodding. "My crayons," You say," Can't-Can't get them."

Viv peers into your toy box, seeing the way that your crayon pack is at the very bottom. Beth warned her about this, about the fact that you had a habit of drawing on everything you could (even the walls) so your crayons had been placed at the very bottom, buried under everything so you couldn't get at them as easily.

"Here, liefje," She says, pulling them out. She hands them to you.

"Thank you, Viv," You reply. You dump them onto the coffee table with your colouring books.

You've got more than one so you look back at Viv, who doesn't quite seem to know what to do with herself now that she's left completely alone with you with no Beth to act as a buffer.

You scamper back to her side, sliding your hand against hers. "Colour with me?" You don't wait for an answer, pulling her with you to sit cross-legged at the coffee table.

You shove a colouring book at her before flicking through your other one to decide which one you want to do. It takes a little while to choose, looking between the shark and the jellyfish.

You end up choosing the shark.

"D'you know that sharks have a lot of teeth?" You ask Viv as you colour," They lose 'em a lot so they need to have a lot more to make up for it."

"Wow," Viv says as she colours too, although she's mostly just watching you," You're very smart. Do you know any more shark facts?"

"Uh-huh. Baby sharks are born with all their teeth," You change your grey crayon to silver," Mummy says it's good I wasn't born with teeth because I used to try to bite things."

"Really?" Viv sounds amused.

"Yeah but I don't anymore."

You grab green to colour in some kelp. "Baby sharks are called pups," You continue," And baby sharks don't stay with their mothers. That's sad. I want to stay with Mummy forever."

"You're very smart," Viv says again.

"Sharks are my favourite animals!" You reply before shooting to your feet. You rummage through your toy chest before returning with arms full of stuffed sharks.

You lay them all out on the table, pushing off all your crayons. You sit extremely close to Viv, closer to her than ever before.

"This is a hammerhead," You say, holding one of your toys," 'Cause their head looks like a hammer. And this is tiger shark 'cause it's got tiger stripes. And this is a whale shark. It's like a whale but it's really a shark."

"Wow."

Viv's pretty happy to sit with you and listen to your explanation of sharks. In all honesty, it's pretty impressive how much you know and you're clearly so happy to tell her so she's content to just listen.

Which is how Beth finds you both later, when she's finished her phone call.

You're practically in Viv's lap, excitedly explaining the new shark added to your collection.

"Hey, y/n," Beth says and you immediately stop talking.

"Mummy!"

You hurry to her side and hug her tight.

"Hey," She says again, a hand running over your head," Did you tell Viv all about your toys?"

"My sharks!" You nod and let Mummy pick you up, balancing you on her hip.

"Your sharks," She laughs, bouncing you slightly," Come on, Viv. Didn't you say that you knew some nice restaurant near here? Let's order dinner."

●～●～●～●～

Slowly but surely, Viv's things begin to appear in the house.

It starts small, some of her clothes and a phone charger. Next it's some of her books and then her trophies and medals. It happens so gradually that you don't even realise it happens until suddenly Viv's taking care of you on her own and never going back to her own house.

"Mummy," You say one evening as you lay on Mummy's chest while Viv does the dishes," Does Viv have a house?"

You bounce a bit from the force of Mummy's laughs. "What kind of question is that?"

You look at her. "Viv's always at our house. Does that mean she's not got a house?"

"Where have you gotten that idea?"

"You said that Daan didn't have a house anymore when she came to live with us."

Mummy sits up and you know this is going to be one of her serious talks.

"Well...Do you remember when I told you about dating?"

"When two people want to be romantic so they hang out and do stuff together."

"Yeah, that's right. Well, after people date for a bit, they move in together."

You think about that for a moment, trying to translate that into something you understand. Sharks don't do that.

"Er...Why?"

"So they can spend more time together."

Sharks don't move in with each other. Sharks don't date. It must be a human thing.

Mummy takes your silence as an invitation to continue. "And Mummy and Viv are dating so she's moving in with us."

You think about that too, finally putting together that Mummy and Daan must have dated as well but don't anymore because Mummy and Viv date now.

"Viv...lives with us?"

"She does," Mummy says," Is that okay?"

"Viv gave me a new shark," You say to Mummy instead," It's a basking shark. It's cool. Viv's cool. She can stay."

Mummy releases a long breath and affectionately rubs your cheek. "I'm glad. I like Viv a lot."

"I'm glad too," Viv says as she approaches," Otherwise I'd have to give this to some other little girl."

You don't know where she's gotten this new shark but you're very happy.

Mummy shrieks though. "Viv! That's disgusting!"

"Goblin shark!" You look between Mummy and Viv. "They're my favourite!"

It's horrifically ugly and you love it so much.

"Thank you, Viv!" You say, giving her a hug as you take it, hurrying over to what Mummy calls your 'shark shrine' to introduce your new friend to all of your old ones.

"It's so ugly, Viv," Beth complains as they both watch you play," It's going to give me nightmares."

Viv chuckles. "Just wait until you google what the real thing looks like."

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gojofavho3 · 7 months

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Hi there i have a little Gojo req in mind; Gojo x male reader but reader is like,, taller than him, bigger yk? maybe a bit buffer, arms big enough to throw Gojo over his shoulder hehe. Maybe Gojo is infatuated by the idea of climbing on top of Reader and absolutely WRECKING himself on him 😍 alright okay that got out of hand i hope thats okay but ofc if not i understand and you can just ignore this req, but if you DO do the fic then i am FOREVER IN YOUR DEBT 🙏🏼

Heyyyyy, thanks for the request!!! Sorry to keep you waiting, I had a math test, so I had to put all my focus on that, and that shit was so easy mann

A/n: It probably won't be long, trying to discover other types of writing tbh, because my writing in English is not as good as my Portuguese yk? And dyslexic also doesn't help a lot

There aren't many people who are taller than gojo, At least that he knows personally

gojo is 1.90 centimeters tall, any taller than that you will have to bend down at doors

When you two started dating, he was the happiest man alive, there's is not much people close to him that live so long so, he tries his hardest to protect you and make u become more and more happy every day of your relationship

He just loves you too much

He lets you do anything with him, first time you put him in your shoulders he was surprised. he didn't know what to say or what to do, he was blushing so bad that even a rose couldn't be that red, he was caught off guard not using infinity. Eventually, he got used to and sometimes he doesn't use infinity so you can grab him and put him in your shoulders

He also loves the warmth of your body, especially when it comes to cuddling, he won't leave you alone, not even for one second. You being bigger then him and probably with a bigger chest, he will put his cheek on your chest and rub his cheek against your chest, very close to your nipples, all his problems in the world almost fade away in that state

And thats one of the reasons you have the so called the "strongest" on your dick rn!

" Satoru gojo desperate for a dick so bad. who would imagine?

The so "strongest!"... strongest hoe that's for sure "

The white hair has his cheeks red, red and red, he was on top of you, some of his sweat going to your stomach and pre cum too

In this angle the white moon made him look glorious, the shadow makes his blue eyes glowing like the stars.

It was a dark night, and a cold one too! With autumn the winds start to get stronger and stronger

And what's more warm to made two body's sweat than sex?

"c-can't you he-help me a little ah-awh!"

" nopee! You tied my hands, your the one who wanted so bad to do it alone "

Your hand points to your hands, tied up to the bed by Satoru with one of his blindfolds

He pouts, but continues to go up and down on your fat cook

Every time he goes down he lets out a moan and whimpers, closing his eyes shut tight with his head looking up

Up Up Up Up Up

Down Down Down down down

He goes down and sucks your nipples until it becomes red and purple, he loves hearing you whimpering and creaming, he could feel you getting more close in the seconds

Sometimes he letted it leave his hole put he slip it back again, with the most care in the world

He stopped sucking it and goes to your face, giving you a honest smile, with his eyes close, and then giving you silly kisses that he knew you loved

Satoru could feel your cheeks being heated as he played with them, like a granny, making you made silly faces too.

"why are you making my face look silly in the middle of fucking?"

"b-because..."

"because..?"

"because I cann! W-Why~~? Wanted me to slap them?? Agwh!.."

"no sir!"

You says Ironically as he stops after a while and continues to bounce on your dick

His ass cheeks slapping with your lower part, making the clap sound over and over

You could feel he was cumming, you could feel how tight his hole was becoming and the sounds he was madding becoming more loud

" c-ca-can I I cum.. mhm! "

" n-no need to ask, jus come, I'm also close..."

You say already feeling your cum starting to leave your cook

Up Up Up Up Up Up upupuupupupup-

Downdowndowndowndowndowndown-

Splash!

White

Everywhere

You two were heavily breathing, with white splashed on your stomach and the covers

He falls in your chest, cum dripping down on his hole going to your cook and traveling to the covers

His hair is all messed up like yours

He kisses you, a kiss really heated out, until you two become with almost no air, painted out

" d-did... did you g-get warm...? "

Satoru nods as he can't talk yet

" good.. "

You say finally taking your hands of his blindfold, going immediately to his ass, slapping with all your strength, making his ass red as fuckkk, letting it jiggle, yes, he has some cake there

He whines and lets out a loud moan that even your neighbours could hear

He had a confused and hot look on his face as he puts his hand in his hair wires, messing it more

"w-why..??"

" to get you ready for round 2

It's good that you warm but! This shit ain't over love!! "

Hope u like it! And now your in debt with me 😈

Kidding

This was funny to write

I don't understand people who say the moon is yellow, like the only colour I see is white there

And for knowledge, I'm not colour blind, I think

And now, I'll farm for sampo, my big titties man 😋💖

See you, till next time!

@heart-lovees

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waynes-multiverse · 5 days

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Polaris – Chapter 3

Series Summary: When Beau Arlen moved to Montana, he left behind a past he wasn’t proud of. But when a series of murders requires the FBI’s help, Sheriff Arlen‘s ghosts come back to haunt him one by one. With a wrong turn waiting at every crossroads, it’s hard to make the right choices and find his way back home – back to you.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x FBI Agent!Reader

Warnings: 18+, angst, a muder case, funerals, drinking, hurt, fluff, smut

Word Count: 7.3k

A/N: This week we have heavy relationship stuff, Cassie/Jenny shenanigans, and a full dive into our murder mystery 🤓 Or did you forget about the serial killer on the loose? 👀

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Chapter 3: Pour The Whiskey

The sky was vanilla when the sun finally set behind the Montana mountains, the first stars appearing above and announcing the night. You pushed the driver’s door of your SUV shut and trudged back to the motel for a change of clothes before meeting up with Jenny, Cassie, and Beau for drinks.

You’d been apprehensive about spending the evening with him but knew you couldn’t exclude him. Not forever, at least. It was his home, his friends. You were just a guest here, and you didn’t mind him coming as long as you had the two women as a buffer. You would just have to ignore the stinging in your heart all night. Easy.

Mindless and tired, you unlocked the door before your heels hit something rustling on the shabby doormat. As you glanced down, you found a brown envelope with your name in bold, black letters on it. Your stomach churned. You knew what it was and what you’d find inside.

There had been another victim.

Beau’s heart thumped in his ribcage as he entered the bar. It was a full Friday night, most of Helena ringing in the weekend at the Boot Heel as he looked around the crowd for you and his friends. He hoped Jenny was right, and he could use the evening as an opportunity to talk to you and explain everything – right a few wrongs.

As he spied the three of you at a table in a corner booth, he frowned at the laptop propped open in the middle between all of you. He didn’t expect you to bring work to drinks tonight, but on second thought, he should’ve guessed as much. Relaxing had never been high on your list when you were on the job.

“Guys, c’mon, really? What is this?” Beau asked with a teasing smile. His brow scrunched, however, as he gestured at the computer. “I thought we’re here to have fun.”

“There’s been another victim,” Jenny said without missing a beat and shot him a look that told him to rein in the humor.

Beau’s mouth opened in surprise and then closed for a lack of words, exhaling a breath through his freckled nose. He for sure hadn’t expected that answer.

“We figured you might care since you’re the sheriff and all,” you deadpanned without lifting a single eye at him, which earned you a small glare from him as he sat down next to you.

Jenny and Cassie had cleverly taken seats next to each other, so you were left to sit next to Beau. And thereby went your plan to use them as a buffer tonight. So much for female support. His friends, you reminded yourself.

Fortunately, a new murder victim was also a good excuse to be distracted and not deal with your love life.

“Why didn’t you guys call me there was a new body? Shouldn’t we, you know, go to the crime scene?” Beau looked at you three confused.

“There’s no body yet,” Cassie replied.

His brow creased even more. “Then how do you know there’s been another victim?”

You turned the laptop toward him as a video flickered across the screen. Leaning closer, he squinted his eyes at the content before glancing at you. His brow quirked in confusion. “What am I looking at here? What’s this?”

“The killer always sends video material of the victim’s last forty-eight hours,” you explained.

“We’ve never gotten a video before,” Beau said and looked at Jenny for confirmation, who shook her head.

“Because the killer has been sending them to the FBI. First to the field office in Houston and then to me specifically,” you informed him.

Beau’s look darkened, his features hardening, except for a twitch of his nostril. You could guess what he was thinking as he read between the lines of your words. “What do you mean 'you specifically'? Where was this sent to? The station?”

You exhaled a weary breath. “When the case got assigned to me, the envelopes started getting directly addressed to me and delivered to my desk at the office. This one was delivered by my doorstep at the motel.”

“I’m sorry, what?!” Beau’s green eyes widened, his entire body flooding with worry. “Y/N–”

“It’s not unusual,” you interjected quickly. “Our profiler thinks we’re dealing with a narcissistic psychopath. They’re sensation seekers and exhibit a need for control. Communicating directly with me is our subject’s way of controlling the narrative,” you explained but could tell your answer didn’t soothe him in the slightest.

“That’s not the point I was tryna make,” he grunted. “You can’t stay at that motel.”

“I know,” you agreed. “Cassie already offered me her guest room.”

“Yeah, and I’m an empty nester with plenty of space, too,” Jenny added and swiftly turned to her beer upon Beau’s frustrated look.

“Oh… Great, so plenty of options,” Beau grumbled but caught himself quickly, recovering with a tight smile. “Good…”

There went his plan to ask you to stay with him. He had by far the smallest place, but his hope was that you wouldn’t have needed more than a bed. Preferably his. And although he trusted Jenny and Cassie, it still bothered him that he couldn’t keep an eye on you himself. It wasn’t like he’d even insist on sharing a bed with you. He’d take the couch or even a goddamn patio chair outside as long as he knew that you were safe.

“Do I need to worry about you being a target?” Beau’s eyes found yours and held your gaze. You could’ve sworn you heard his heart beating faster in his chest.

“No, I don’t think so,” you replied and tried to sound as reassuring as possible. It didn’t work, however.

His brow raised as he retorted sarcastically, “Oh, you don’t think so. Well, that’s comforting.” He scoffed, shaking his head.

You sighed. “Look, the murder victims are all females in different age ranges. What they have in common, though, is that they are all married to a spouse who stepped out on them. The true targets were always the cheating husbands.”

“Why?” Beau’s brow furrowed. All he knew so far about the case was that three female bodies turned up dead at crossroads. He knew their names; he knew their families. Now, there was a fourth.

What he didn’t know was the who, what, how, or why. That was your area of expertise.

“The crossroads? It’s supposed to show that the women chose the wrong path. They stayed with their cheating partners,” you clarified. “On the other hand–”

“–their spouses get punished for getting their loved ones killed,” Beau finished. He rubbed his bearded chin, pointing at the laptop screen. “And what’s the theory with the videos?”

“They’re essentially held in an escape room. The women get locked in a bunker with a box of tools. If they find the right way out, they walk free. If not, their body is dumped at a crossroads after they’ve run out of oxygen. They’re basically buried alive,” you said.

“You ever found the bunker? Has anyone ever escaped?” Beau asked.

You shook your head and spoke quieter. “No, we’ve never found them. Based on the videos, we think there’s more than one location, especially since the subject has hit five states so far, including Montana. We assume the recordings’ purpose is to torture the husbands. A copy of it always gets sent to a partner, so they witness the suffering they’ve caused.” Letting out a sharp exhale, you continued, “And no, no one has ever escaped. We’re not sure if it’s even possible. It might just be a sadistic torture method as well.”

“Make ‘em believe they can get out when they really can’t,” Beau concluded grimly and chewed on his lower lip before flashing a cynical smile. “Well, ain’t that a fun one…”

“We think the killer is highly intelligent and organized,” Jenny said.

“Yeah, and they’re probably keeping tabs on us. They know we’re working the case,” you added and glanced around the patrons of the Boot Heel. The killer might even be in this bar with you. It wasn’t unlikely they followed you here from the motel. As inconspicuous as you tried to be, Beau still caught your little areal scan.

“That didn’t answer my question, though,” Beau then said and looked deeply into your eyes, his brow stern. “Do I need to be worried? ‘Cause I gotta tell you, I’m itchin’ to put protection detail on you.”

“Who, Poppernak?” you quipped, but Beau didn’t laugh. “And no, no need to worry. I don’t fit the victimology,” you told him with a poker face. It was the truth. What you left out, however, was that you’d always be a potential target, no matter what the victim’s profile said. You were on a killer’s radar. Hell, your whole job was to be in harm’s way.

Luckily, your phone buzzed on the table, saving you from more questions and drilling looks. Beau was smart and a good detective. You knew he could see right through you.

“Excuse me, it’s my DA in Houston. I have to get this,” you said and stood up from the table.

“Ugh, Ted…” Beau groaned and dramatically rolled his eyes back.

“You’re a child,” you scolded him. “What d’you have against Ted? He’s a good attorney.”

“He’s a douche, and he sucks,” Beau declared with a huff.

You sent him a glare. “You’re just saying that ‘cause we dated briefly.”

“Nope, already didn’t like that slimy coyote before that,” Beau maintained. “Neither did Randy, by the way.”

“Wow, okay…” You scoffed, tongue poking your cheek as you shook your head. “I’m gonna take this outside,” you said with a glower and then fled through the doors of the restaurant to the quiet street.

“Y/N, wait–” Beau tried to stop you, but you had already stormed out and couldn’t hear him anymore. The sheriff then pursed his lips and exhaled a deep sigh.

“Stepped in it again, huh?” Cassie threw him a sympathetic look.

Beau ran a palm over his freckled face, his lips in a tight line. “Big time.”

“Well, she’s got good taste,” Jenny remarked as she looked at her phone before holding it up for Cassie to see.

“Not bad,” Cassie agreed with a low whistle and smirked.

Beau caught a glimpse of the screen, seeing Ted’s stupid face looking right back at him, and scowled at the women. “Really? Well, thanks for the knife in my back. Who’s side are you two on, huh?”

“Aw, Beau, we’re just having fun.” Cassie chuckled in amusement.

“Yeah, well, he’s not that good-looking up close, by the way,” Beau retorted, trying to keep his jealousy at bay. “He just photographs well.”

“He’s cute when he’s jealous,” Jenny said to Cassie, who nodded in agreement.

Beau scoffed. “I’m not jealous.”

“Did Ted make it onto your punch list?” Cassie asked jokingly.

“Oh, you bet he did,” Beau replied with a huff.

“So… is he the new Avery now?” Jenny teased and arched a brow. The two women looked at him expectantly.

Beau narrowed his eyes at them. “I hate you both. I really do.”

“That’s a yes,” Jenny surmised, and both women broke into laughter on Beau’s dime.

But he was a good sport and could take a little teasing. Besides, he really did wish to punch Ted’s face. He knew the guy had held a torch for you for years.

“So, Y/N knew your old partner, too?” Cassie asked and hauled him back from his revenge fantasies.

“Yeah, kinda…”

Beau swallowed the shameful lump in his throat and licked his lips, bobbing his head. He probably had to tell them eventually. The truth would surely come out at some point.

His green eyes drifted to the glass of whiskey in front of Cassie. “You mind, uh–” He gestured at the drink but didn’t wait for a reply. He grabbed the glass and downed it in one go.

The girls shared a raised look.

The alcohol burned right through him and numbed the twinge in his heart. He cleared his throat but didn’t look at them, keeping his eyes trained on the glass in his hands as he spoke.

“Yeah, uh, she was his wife.”

His confession was followed by deafening silence, the loud music and chatter of the bar drowning out. Realization dawned on both women’s features as they let the words sink in.

Cassie was the first to speak, her eyebrows drawn together in confusion. “I don’t-… You never said anything about this during grief counseling.”

Beau nodded and smacked his lips, still avoiding to look at them. “Yeah, well, it’s not somethin’ I’m exactly proud of.”

“I get that,” Jenny said after a pause. “But Beau, we would’ve understood. We wouldn’t have judged you.”

“Yeah,” Cassie subscribed and reached out her hand, clasping his. “And we still don’t.”

“Thanks, but I judge myself plenty enough. Trust me,” Beau said somberly and flashed them a sad smile.

As you ambled back to the table, you took immediate note of what you could only classify as a strange vibe. Everyone’s faces looked austere and bleak. So, naturally, you tried to lighten the mood.

“What happened here?” You cocked a brow and tilted your head at the three with a chuckle. “You guys look like you’re at a funeral.”

Beau snorted humorlessly and set down the empty glass in his hand, rising from his seat. “I’m gonna need more of where this came from. ‘Scuse me,” he said and made a beeline for the bar.

Mouth ajar, you stared after him, wondering if you’d said something wrong.

August 2020

The door swung wide open and hit the wall with a loud bang that surely rattled the entire church as you burst into the small back room. Your jaw tightened when you finally found him, sitting on the cold tiles with a bottle of bourbon in his hands, leaning against the wall.

His green eyes looked up, red and glazed, and found yours. Your chest heaved with every surge of anger that rumbled through your body.

“What the hell?” you yelled. He flinched at the sound of your voice. The unshed tears in your eyes threatened to choke you, but you were too livid to let them free. “Where were you? Were you here this whole fucking time? Getting drunk? You were supposed to give the eulogy!”

Beau hung his head in his hands before dragging a palm over his face, the tears stinging his eyes. He looked like he hadn’t slept in over a week and drank a whole liquor store. His body was shaking, his voice trembling. “I-I couldn’t do it. I’m sorry…”

“You’re sorry?” You scoffed, shaking your head. “You were supposed to be there for me. You promised.” A few tears finally escaped and rolled down your cheeks. You wiped them away with your palm. “Guess I shoulda known your word isn’t worth a fucking dime.”

You stormed out of the room and slammed the door shut behind you.

That’s when Beau broke down, sobs wracking through his entire body. Your disappointment was the last straw for him. This was rock bottom. There was nothing lower than the frigid, unforgiving rocks he found himself falling on. The ones that cracked his skull, broke his bones, and shattered his heart. He had built this prison with his own two hands, rock by fucking rock.

Anger rose in his chest and threatened to tear him apart at the seams till his soul spilled out through the cracks. He couldn’t look at himself in the mirror anymore. He didn’t recognize the stranger staring back at him. Neither did his family. The only thing he was good at these days was letting people down.

The bottle in his shaking hands then flew across the room and smashed against the wall, shatters of glass and pools of liquor littering the floor.

He was a fucking mess, but he had to make it right. At least by you.

Your hand softly settled on his shoulder as you approached him by the bar counter. He was nursing a whiskey and avoided looking at you. You exhaled a deep breath before you spoke. “So, I’m guessing by the wide eyes, the long faces, and the general awkwardness that you told them about Randy,” you deduced.

His gaze landed on you at that. A light chuckle squeezed past his lips. “You’re good.”

You took a seat on a barstool next to him. “Oh, I know. If I wasn’t, I would’ve picked the wrong profession.”

He gave you a weak smile in return and licked his lips, returning to his drink.

“Look, uhm, if you wanna talk about it, we can talk about it, okay?” you offered, tapping your fingertips on the bar counter. “I know I’ve been mad at you. But I also know you’re struggling with… well, everything that is us, I guess. I mean, I’m still upset, but I don’t like seeing you like this. I never meant to hurt you.”

Beau nodded, and then a smile, a real and genuine one, formed on his lips. “You know, I’m supposed to actually say that to you.”

“Oh yeah? Which part?” You bit your bottom lip, hiding a small grin behind it.

“The, uhm, sorry-I-never-meant-to-hurt-you part,” he said, green eyes boring into yours as he looked up from his glass.

You gave him a one-sided twitch of your shoulder. You were not the vulnerable type, especially not in a public setting like a crowded bar with a guy who hurt you once before. You wanted to avoid any admission of feelings. Because if you did confess, it meant you felt them in the first place.

“It’s okay, Beau. You don’t have to apologize for how you’re feeling,” you said. Sweeping all your anger and pain under the rug of friendship was your safest option. The plan still remained: solve the case and get the hell out of dodge.

“Yeah, that’s just it. I really do,” Beau replied wryly and finished his drink. “Just gimme a chance to explain, alright? Just one. That’s all you gotta do. If afterwards you still wanna end it, I’ll let you go.”

Pensively, you bit down on your bottom lip and gazed into his eyes. Sincerity, longing, and hope shimmered in them, pulling you right back into that green sea. Although it was probably a mistake, you agreed.

You weren’t sure what it was exactly – whether it was the fact that Beau was your friend, your shared history together, or that he was your dead husband’s old partner. But you were willing to listen to what he had to say. You owed him at least as much.

“Okay,” you said.

When Beau took you to, in his words, “humble abode,” you had expected as much. He had been talking your ear off about his “dream home” for three years now, and a part of you was happy for him that he finally had realized it.

Another part, though, knew him too well and itched to make fun of him for it. You even wondered if bribery was on the table if you threatened to bring both Jenny and Cassie into the loop.

Beau stood with a proud grin next to you, gauging your reaction to his home. “So, what d’you say, huh?”

“I think Emily might have been right…” you mumbled into your jacket. At lunch, she called it a “tin can.”

“What?” The sheriff quirked a brow.

“Nothing,” you brushed it off and grinned. “So, who do you think you are, huh? Patrick Dempsey?”

Beau’s lips pursed a little in a caught kind of manner but still tried to overplay it with a shake of his head. “I don’t know whatcha talkin’ about…”

“Sure you do,” you teased and nudged his shoulder playfully with your elbow. Your grin widened; your eyebrows rose higher. “C’mon, Beau, it’s just me.”

“It’s a guilty pleasure, alright?” he barked as his façade broke. “I just want Meredith to be happy.”

You soothingly rubbed his back. “We all do, sweetie, we all do…” you sighed in understanding.

His head then snapped to you, green eyes wide. “Don’t you dare tell Cassie and Jenny about this! If they find out, I’ll never hear the end of this. Lord knows they’d make me watch more Gosling movies…”

“Yeah, that would be so funny,” you remarked, chuckling. Beau scowled at you warningly.

Taking a step closer to the trailer, you let his life in front of you sink in. You imagined how he’d sit in his patio chair with a bottle of beer in front of the fire pit on cool summer nights, how he’d grab his fishing rod that leaned by the door on his days off, and how he’d have movie nights with his friends on the screen and projector nestled in the back of his little porch.

This is what he left you for.

“You okay there?” Beau checked, noticing your vacant stare.

“I’m fine.” You forced a smile to your lips. “This is nice.”

Beau sighed a little. By now, he knew that your “fines” were never that. He also knew you’d never tell him what you were really thinking.

“Beer?” he offered, hoping you’d accept because God knows he needed one.

“Tequila?” came your reply. You’d need something stronger for this conversation.

“Even better,” Beau agreed and went to pour two shots, handing you one.

You downed it before he could even say “salud” and held out your glass for a refill. He raised his brow a little at you but obliged without question, hiding an amused smile. When the second one burned down your throat, you let out a jittery breath.

“I’ll take that beer now.”

“Well, thank God you’re not a lightweight.” Beau snorted as he handed you a bottle and uncapped it for you. “C’mon, just talk to me. What’s bothering you? I mean, I can take a guess, but I’d rather have you tell me.”

“Guess.” The sternness of your voice gave no room for jokes.

Beau scratched his beard, nodding his head. “Is this about Randy? Look, I’ve been going to grief counseling, okay? I’m working through it. I’m a lot better now.”

“Well, good for you,” you muttered wryly and took a sip of your beer. All you really wanted was another shot of tequila, but asking for more would probably worry him at this point.

“I just-… Maybe it’ll help you, too. I could go with you,” he suggested, his eyes flashing to your left hand. “You’re still wearing the ring.”

“And I’m always gonna wear it!” You frowned, your brow knitting in a deadly combination of anger and hurt. “So, what? You left me because I was still attached to my dead husband? Is that what you’re saying?”

“No, I–”

“You wanna do this? Fine, let’s do it,” you announced a little too belligerently as if you were entering a boxing ring, but you were all guns blazing at this point. You took another swig of beer before placing the bottle down on a table nearby. Luckily, the tequilas were finally kicking in.

“Y/N–”

“Nuh-uh, my turn,” you swiftly cut him off. You needed to get this off your chest before the alcohol-induced courage was leaving you again. You’d been waiting to say this for close to a year. You were tired of having this conversation only with your mirror image. “You think this is about Randy? It’s not! I never had a problem with that. You did. Yes, my husband died, and I lost something, but then I found you, okay? And I thought you felt the same way, but then you just fucking left without a warning.”

“I–”

“Still not done yet.” You held up a finger and paused for a beer break and a deep breath. Your lungs were burning for air before you dove back into the water. “I don’t know what’s there left to explain! You found out Carla was getting married and told me you were still in love with her, and then you just up and left and moved to fucking Montana! But then, you didn’t go back to her, did you now?”

“No, that’s what I’m tryna tell ya–”

But you didn’t let him finish. Another huff before you inhaled enough air for your next tirade. “You retired and then un-retired and went fucking trout fishing! And I don’t understand any of it!”

“What, the fishin’?” Beau quipped with an uncomfortable snicker and swallowed harshly upon your deathly glare that cut like a machete, feeling his head slip off his neck.

“What the fuck was all that for, then? Why did you fucking leave if you’re just… dwelling here? You left almost a year ago, and we haven’t spoken since. What’s changed? ‘Cause I can’t fucking see a difference.”

“Look, I tried callin’ ya. I texted. You never picked up,” he threw in and tried not to sound accusatory. Honestly, he understood why you didn’t. Against all odds, he had just always hoped you still would.

“Oh, I wonder why,” you huffed sarcastically before tears began to sting your eyes and blur your vision. But you powered through, refusing to start sobbing in front of him. “You know I was a broken mess when Randy died, and I really didn’t expect I’d ever feel like that again until you left… Do you even know what that means? C’mon, let’s be honest here. You left Texas ‘cause you couldn’t fucking bear the guilt of sleeping with your partner’s wife any longer. That’s the true fucking reason!”

Beau’s lips straightened into a thin line as he ground his jaw, hands resting on his belt. His head bobbed in thought, eyes drawn to his boots before he gazed up and saw you were finally out of breath. The tears that flowed down your cheeks broke his heart. Your words stung like knives.

“Can I say something now?”

“Go ahead,” you retorted rather challengingly and wiped your wet cheeks dry with your sleeves.

Beau sighed and finally drank his shot of tequila. He hissed slightly before finding your eyes. “Look, you’re right. Carla, everything else… it was an excuse, but not for the reasons you think.”

“Oh, gimme a break!” You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest.

“I didn’t wanna face the truth, okay? I felt guilty. Still do, actually,” he admitted and swallowed thickly. “And not ‘cause I slept with my partner’s wife, but because I fell in love with my partner’s wife.”

Your heart stopped beating for a moment as you looked at him. You always felt it, always wanted him to say it, but he never had until now.

“It always meant something to me. You were never a rebound after my divorce. You were never just a distraction from my grief. I never would’ve even kissed you if I hadn’t had feelings for you from the start,” he confessed and ran a hand over his face as the words rushed out. He tried to shove the unshed tears in his eyes back inside.

“And yeah, I’ll always love Carla. Just like I know you’ll always love Randy, but two things can be true at the same time. And the second one is that I’m so deeply and irrevocably in love with you that it scares the living hell outta me.” He gave a small shrug like his feelings couldn’t be helped. “But every time I felt this pull towards you, I kept wondering if I would’ve felt it if I’d never gotten divorced. If Randy never died… Would I have still fallen in love with you? And then the guilt set in, ‘cause the only answer I ever came up with was ‘yes.’”

“Beau…” You stood there petrified, not knowing what to do or say until you saw a tear fall down his cheek. It broke you to see him like this, see all the guilt and shame he carried in his heart for something neither of you could control.

“I’m sorry that I left and hurt you. I never meant for that to happen. I thought I was doing the right thing by lettin’ you go. I thought you deserved better. I never could give you everything you needed. Not then, at least,” he explained. “I tried to ignore my feelings and shove ‘em down. I didn’t know what else to do. I couldn’t deal with it anymore. He was my best friend and my partner. I mean, I was his best man at your guys’ wedding,” he said and let out a humorless chuckle, dragging a palm over his face. Then, his green eyes bored into yours, drowning in emotion. “But once you showed up here… I just couldn’t stay away anymore. I don’t wanna lose you again. I don’t wanna die without you ever knowing how I feel about you. I love you, and I’ve goddamn missed you, Y/N.”

In a heartbeat, you caught his lips, warm and soft and trembling against yours as you kissed him. His breathing quickened, his heart thrumming wildly against his ribcage, his mind filling with nothing but you. His hands were in your hair and on your waist, yours sliding from his cheeks to rest on his broad chest.

When you drew back breathlessly, you looked up into his eyes. “Look, uhm, I don’t have an answer for you. Maybe we would have found each other eventually, or we wouldn’t have,” you said and gave him a small smile. “I don’t think we’re ever gonna solve this one. I don’t think we even have to. So, maybe let’s not focus so much on the ‘what ifs’ and more on the ‘what nows.’”

Beau’s lips rose to a soft smile. “I can do that,” he said. “So, what now?”

“Now, I’ll tell you that I love you, and we’ll make out for a looong time like we’re trying to catch up for everything we missed out on when we were apart. And then we’ll figure out an excuse to tell Cassie and Jenny for me not coming home tonight,” you replied, smirking.

Beau chuckled. “Alright, sounds like a plan. Although I doubt you’re just gonna stick to the make-out. I mean, let’s be real here, we both know you can’t keep your hands to yourself,” he teased.

You gasped playfully and slapped his arm, making him laugh. “Careful now, Sheriff. You’re getting cocky. You better have some proof to back that one up.”

“Oh, I can deliver.” He smirked and dipped his head, claiming your lips.

Heat rose to your chest as his hands slid up your body. You parted your lips slightly, enough for his tongue to slip inside and taste you. His fingers dented the skin on your waist as your arms locked around his neck. His beard tickled your flushed cheeks as you breathed each other in.

“Damn you,” you sighed as you both came up for air.

Beau smiled before his soft lips pressed against yours once more. He lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you inside.

September 2021

Your legs were slung around his waist, holding him tight as Beau carried you into the dainty Mexican motel room, cool and dry desert air hushing inside with your movements. He kicked the door shut with his boot, his lips roaming every inch of you they could reach. Your fingers tangled in his hair, occasionally eliciting a groan against your skin when you tugged too roughly.

His hands, his lips, his heart – no part of his body wanted to ever leave yours.

The first and only time his shaking hands let go of you completely since you two jumped out of the car in the motel parking lot was when he sat you down on the end of the squeaky bed, your feet hitting the stained and dusty carpet. He started unbuttoning his shirt; you strived off your shoes and tank top, flinging each item somewhere across the room before helping him with the remaining buttons.

Your lips touched his abdomen, kissed his warm skin, and felt him shivering underneath you as you trailed your way down his abs. Your fingers unbuckled his belt and opened his zipper, letting his jeans pool around his ankles.

You looked up and found his half-lidded eyes, checking if the next step of your endeavor was wanted. His green orbs were full of desire, a need for you that made you drip between your legs. His breathing quickened, a sharp inhale of air as your hand snuck down his boxers. His eyes closed. You smirked and kissed below his pubic bone, pulling the fabric down to join the rest of the discarded clothes on the filthy ground.

“You don’t have to,” he said with a thick swallow, his voice rasped and strained when his erection sprang against your parted lips.

“Oh, but I want to,” you replied cheekily and wrapped your hand around the base of his hard cock.

His large palm wantonly caressed your cheek, thumbing your bottom lip. You sucked his thumb first, teased with your tongue, and twisted your grip around his dick as you stroked him until a first hiss escaped his plump lips and he twitched in your palm. You let his thumb go with a pop and sent him a naughty smile. Your warm breath ghosted against his swollen tip before your tongue took a salty taste test and dipped into the slit. His head fell back between his shoulder blades with a groan.

“Let go,” you told him, your voice sultry and seductively low in the quiet of the room, only the neighbor’s TV drowning through the walls with a Spanish soap. You planted wet kisses on his length all the way down to the root as you spoke. “You can do whatever you want with me. I want you to…”

“Fuck, don’t tell me shit like that,” he growled with restraint.

You smirked. “Why? Does it turn you on?”

“You have no idea,” Beau replied and bit down on his lip, tugging it behind his teeth.

“I think I have some,” you said with a chuckle, noticing how his dick twitched at your words.

Your lips enveloped the head of his cock and then slid down his shaft, taking as much of him as you could fit until he nudged the back of your throat. He was long and thick, making your jaw ache as you sucked him down. He gathered your hair in his fist and guided your pace, a burn on your scalp that spurred you on.

His hips rocked to the bob of your head, taking him a little bit deeper each time. Hollowing your cheeks, you went nose-deep once your jaw adjusted to his girth, leaving his dick spit-wet before he pulled you off with a hiss.

“Shit,” he groaned between heavy breaths. “Not gonna last long if you keep this up,” he said with a coy smile, admiration gleaming in his eyes as he leaned down, hungrily kissing your red and glistening lips. “I wanna come inside you.”

With your heart beating in your throat, you couldn’t speak and just nodded, planting a firm kiss on his lips.

He unclasped your bra, and you flung it off your shoulders as he slipped out of his boots. You shrieked and giggled when he grabbed your thighs and threw you off your feet with one quick haul, your back and head hitting the mattress with a blissful sigh.

His body pressed on top of yours, heavy and large and perfectly sculpted, his mouth following a trail from below your neck to above the edge of your jeans. He shimmied the tight material down your ass and thighs, all the way down your smooth legs, your black cotton panties following shortly after till you were bare in front of him.

Green eyes traced the curves of your body. His Adam’s apple bobbed when they landed on your slick folds. He knelt between your spread legs and lowered his head to your pussy, nose, tongue, and lips traveling through your soaked slit.

His tongue circled your clit and poked into your tight channel till your breath caught in your throat. His lips sucked and tasted you till your heart pounded furiously in your chest. His teeth nibbled and teased till you were writhing underneath him.

One finger, then two, slipped inside and threatened to turn you inside out as they plunged in and out of you, knuckle-deep against your velvet walls. Your hips jerked upon his every touch, a firm hand holding you in place. Your fist gripped his hair as your thighs trembled, calves resting against his strong arms. The back of your head pressed harshly into the mattress as an unstoppable fire claimed your entire body.

Sweat gathered between your heaving boobs in a thin layer as an explosion hit you so violently it shook every muscle. With his fingers still inside of you as your pussy throbbed around them, he found your lips and stole your remaining oxygen for himself, leaving you breathless.

His wet fingers slipped out of your cunt, your aching emptiness waiting to be filled by his cock that rested heavy against your thighs. As he released your lips, his gaze locked with yours, fingers caressing your cheek like you were precious and breakable all at once.

“Do we need, uhm…”

“A condom?” you finished his dangling question with a smile. He let his head drop to your shoulder and nodded bashfully in the crook of your neck. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed the top of his head. “I don’t know. Have you been with anyone since the divorce?”

“No,” he replied simply. But Beau wanted to say much more than that. He wanted to tell you that he had waited for you. That you’d been prevalent in his mind for months now. That he didn’t want anyone else. All he managed was a one word answer and a shake of his head, though.

“Me neither,” you said quietly. Your husband had died thirteen months ago. You’d grieved but never felt ready to move on, to erase him with some stranger you’d met on the internet or in a dingy bar – not that you ever could.

Until Beau kissed you, you’d never thought you’d be able to love again.

His face changed upon your answer, a hint of worry haunting his features. “You-, uhm, you sure you want me to-… ‘Cause we don’t have to do anything… or, uhm, more, you know? We can just leave it at that and forget about it.”

You cupped his cheeks in your palms and forced him to look you into your eyes. You smiled at him reassuringly. “Hey, I want you to. I want it to be you, okay? I want you inside me.”

He chocked down a thick swallow upon your words, his cock needily throbbing between your legs. With a nod, he gripped his length and guided his tip to your soaking entrance, coating his dick in your arousal before gliding inside. Inch by inch he stretched you, sinking deeper and deeper till he filled you whole. Your lips parted when his forehead rested on yours as he relished in the feeling of you.

Neither of you had been with anyone since your respective spouses, a new feeling overwhelming both of you. Your breaths mingled before he claimed your lips, his hands roaming your sides as you stilled for a moment.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Y/N,” he groaned against the shell of your ear, nibbling down your jawline. “Always wanted this, even though ‘m gonna burn in hell for sayin’ it.”

“You feel good, too. But fuck… Beau, please,” you begged, arching your back to raise your hips and meet his, encouraging him to move. It didn’t take much for him to oblige.

His hips rolled slowly at first, each thrust becoming more forceful than the one that came before. His lips caressed your pebbled nipples, hands groping your tits as he explored every curve of your body.

Sinful mouth and gluttonous hands didn’t leave a single spot of your skin untouched, your flesh turning into unholy ground in his wake. He wanted you to be his, claim every bit of you in hopes of breaking a sacrilegious vow. His pumps were biblical, a great flood that buried you underneath him. Your cries of prayer were devout.

Neither of you spoke a word, your sole focus on each other as passion overtook you both, too busy with impatient kisses on mingling body parts. The silence in the room was filled with ragged moans, salacious sounds, and the occasional squeak of the old mattress.

His fingertips bruised your flesh, your heels digging into his lower back as he bottomed out. His fingers then interlaced with yours above your head till your grips were knuckle-white. You squeezed his cock, your pussy swallowing him whole.

Your cunt clenched and gripped him tightly as you came undone, your second climax washing over you with a slip of his name. Your whole body trembled in ecstasy, your nails digging into his back and your toes curling so much they came close to a cramp.

Beau let go after a few more pumps and grunted, spilling a full load of cum into you as his hips came to a jerky standstill. His head dropped to your shoulder as he caught his breath, sweaty skin meeting heaving chest.

Gently, you stroked his back and carded his damp hair with your fingertips, massaging his scalp as he softly groaned into the crook of your neck. Your heartbeat slowed to its regular rhythm. Your breathing calmed like the waves after a great storm. His head lifted off your shoulder. His eyes fixed on you. A smile twitched on the corners of his lips.

“So… that happened,” Beau said almost to an awkward degree. It made you snort a laugh.

“Technically, it’s still happening,” you noted with an amused smile and squeezed his softening cock inside of you.

“Oh, uh, right,” he muttered with a clear of his throat, his cheeks adorably blushing. He tried to slip out, but you stopped him, fastening your legs around his waist till he relaxed again.

“No, it’s alright. This is actually my favorite part,” you confessed and watched the smile on his freckled face widen.

“Yeah, mine too.” His knuckles caressed your cheek, his fingers tucking back some strands of your hair. “Was that okay? Do you, you know, feel good? Any, uhm, regrets?”

“No, I’m good. You were amazing,” you assured him with a tender smile and saw the relief wash over his features.

Beau tried to choke down the guilt and betrayal that bubbled deep in his chest. Truth was, he wanted to be selfish for once. He wanted you, and he wished you could feel the warmth that spread through his heart whenever he looked at you.

“Are you okay?” you checked when you noticed a glaze in his green eyes. At first glance, you assumed it was sadness, your heart weighing heavy in your ribcage before the crinkles of happiness around his eyes betrayed that theory.

“Yeah, I am, darlin’. For the first time in a long time, actually,” he said and kissed you long and deep.

Chapter 4: Rewind – MAY 22

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deanbrainrotwritings · 1 year

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dean winchester | MASTERLIST

most of these will be 18+ stories that include sexual or dark themes, individual warnings will be added for each one

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ONE-SHOTS

boulevard of broken dreams [smut, 2.9k]

description — sharing a room with sam when dean has the sex drive that he has usually means he has to be quiet when he’s doing the dirty with his girl.

livin in you [smut, 4.9k]

description — dean actually loves reading. it should have been obvious what he’d enjoy reading the most. he doesn’t hate all books. he likes fun ones, ones with spice and romance.

watching over me [smut, 2.5k]

description — sex-capades in heaven with dean before he decides to travel the multiverse in the impala like he’s the fucking doctor and the impala is his TARDIS.

city grown willow [smut, 7.1k]

description — in which dean doesn’t die in 15.20 and he’s a stay-at-home dad (hot as hell) and the reader works at a company (vague as hell).

a proclamation [smut, 11k]

description — stanford era dean is a fuckable little sub and i like writing him that way forever. edging him here, actually.

where is my mind? [smut, 7.7k]

description — thinking dean is being annoying with his friendship with crowley. purposely teasing dean and leaving him wanting more, acting like nothing happened.

wild flower [smut, 5.5k]

description — dean gets hit by a spell when fighting a witch and assumes it was harmless or ineffective. he was wrong, but at least he wasn’t dead. he’s a woman now.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 IMAGINES

i hate buffering [fluff, 826]

description — you find out dean is dyslexic.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 HEADCANNONS

being dean's wife [fluff]

description — cute, snuggly, fluffy little hc about my favourite boy and my lovely delusions of wanting dean as my husband being awakened by a request, perfect.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 DRABBLES

bro, ashley's here [fluff, 1.2k]

description — dean goes all the way to make this slumber party magical, especially for his kids.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 SERIES

scream (you make me feel like it’s Halloween) [smut, 3.4k]

description — it’s Halloween and it’s also your birthday, and Dean’s made a lot of promises about how it was gonna be the best night ever.

standing next to you [smut, 4.4k]

description — aka part two of scream (you make me feel like it’s Halloween). Just a continuation of the special night that is Halloween and the reader’s birthday.

the narrative masterlist

description —

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 MISC

bluebird [smut, 3.3k]

description — a threesome with dean and cas, where cas is a harddom and dean is more of a softdom.

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annaberunoyume · 3 months

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Human!TTTE au: A Drunken Confession and an Old Iron's Song

James (drunk out of his boiler): (After Thomas and Percy helped him walk back towards Tidmouth Dormitories. He wobbles towards Edward, who is trying to get him in his (James's) bed.)

(Rather loud yawn) E-Eddie...I'm sleepy...(hugging a blushing Edward) And cold...(He just slams right onto his bed, taking Edward down with him)

Edward: Whoah!

(Thomas and Percy holds back their laughs as best as they can)

Thomas: Looks like you have a new bunk mate...

Edward: Very funny, now help me, please. (Thomas tries to pull James off, but he holds on like a vice, whimpering)

James (slurred): Nnnooo...Stay...'Love you...Eddie.

(Thomas, Percy and Edward gasps in time)

(Edward is stunned...looking down at James...Who huddles into his neck)

Edward: Bust...my...buffers...

Thomas (whispering): Maybe he didn't mean it, Edward...He drank a lot, tonight after all.

Edward: (frowning in uncertainty) Maybe you two should go...I'll take care of him...😳

Percy: Okay. (Places a trashcan close to the bed, just in case. He and Thomas tiptoes out of the bedroom.)

(A moment passes, then James stirrs.)

James: Eddie?

Edward: Sssh...Go back to sleep, James. You're safe.

James: Hmmm...I can't sleep...Can ya sing? 'Might help...

Edward: 😳 Me? Sing? But..but what?

James: 'Nything...I love ya voice...Please (sighs and peeks at him with miserable, sleepy eyes)

Edward: Alright...(He fixes James's jacket to act as a blanket. Then...he ponders for a song. He finds it.) We, three kings of Orient are, bearing gifts, we travelled so far...(humming a part) Following Yonder's star...

James (Looks in awe, then sighs in bliss, kissing Edward's chest (just a peck) as a thank-you)).

Edward: (Gasps then looks down at him, just as he huddles into him, almost cooing...He looks like a happy child...Despite the strange situation, Edward cannot help but smile warmly and keeps on holding him, getting more comfortable and stroking James's back.) Born, a king on Bethlehem's plain, gold, I bring to crown him again. King forever, ceasing never over us all to reign...Ooh, star of wonder, star of night. Star with royal beauty bright, westward leading, still proceeding... (He slows his song to an halt...He realizes that his major crush is right there in his arms...and that maybe he will never get that chance, again. He slowly kisses James's forehead. The latter humms and sighs, leaning in...)

Guide us to thy perfect light...

Good night...Splendid.

(Edward sighs and allows the heavy weight of James to trap him on the bed...But it is not exactly a burden...In fact...The warmth of him pressed against him and his even breathing begins to lull him into stillness as well... His eyes saddens as he wonders if James did mean what he said, tonight...Does not matter...He will not hear him.)

I...I love you, too.

(He curls around the red-coated, taller engineer and almost sniffs from sadness...But he pushes it away to enjoy this proximity and this serenity...Just for tonight, for sure...A splendor does not need an old iron...Right? Soon...Edward sighs and relaxes completely...Bathed in James's comforting hold...And the sounds of nature about Tidmouth...)

THE END

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andreafmn · 2 years

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Collision - Chapter 11

Word Count: 4.7K

Story Description: (Y/N) Uley is back home after being away for four years. Her life is at its first standstill and she is taking this time to find out who she is without school. But she never thought that coming back to the reservation would turn her whole life around. In the midst of secrets and mystery, a man crashes into (Y/N)’s and her life will never be the same.

Chapter: 11/?

Warnings: 18+ parts (minors DNI), SMUT

A/N: Had to work around the human-vampire relation pregnancy 😅 but hope you enjoyed this kinda steamy chapter between (Y/N) and Carlisle, it's a tiny buffer before the inevitable heartbreak that will come😬

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Chapter 11

“Where are you going so dressed up?” Allison mused as her daughter descended from the stairs.

“It’s for Bella Swan’s birthday,” (Y/N) laughed. “It’s at the Cullen residence. Alice, one of the Cullen kids, arranged a surprise party for her 18th birthday. Do I look good?”

“You look stunning, honey,” her mother smiled. The Uley matriarch couldn’t believe how grown up her daughter looked. Just yesterday she had been a little girl playing with a doctor kit, and now she was on her way to possibly become a real doctor. It also pained her that she was not as close to her as she wanted to be. She knew close to nothing about her oldest son, and her daughter was falling on the same track. “You’ve been getting awfully close to those Cullens, haven’t you?”

“Well, I did spend a whole week with them.”

“Oh, I know,” Allison grinned. “It’s just these days you seem to spend more time with Dr. Cullen than here.”

“Mom, what does Dr. Cullen have to do with this?”

“Just an observation, sweetheart,” the woman dismissed jokingly. “Be careful, alright? And have fun.”

“Thanks, mom,” (Y/N) smiled. “I’m probably gonna be late, so don’t wait up. Love you!”

“I love you too, honey!” she called out.

(Y/N) didn’t know she had been holding her breath until she reached her car. Her mother questioning her relationship with the Cullen family, most importantly Carlisle, had her nerves on edge. She was unsure why she was still keeping her relationship with Carlisle a secret, especially from her own mother. Maybe it was the fact that people believed he was now a 33-year-old doctor that was married to Esme instead of a centuries-old vampire forever aged twenty-three years.

“So, you’re still with that blood-sucker doctor?” Paul’s voice startled her as she got into her truck.

This type of interference had become quite common between the pair of friends. It was clear to (Y/N) that Paul would never accept her relationship. Given the rift between the species, there was nothing in the near future that could bring peace to them both.

“Can we not do this, Paul?” (Y/N) sighed defeatedly. “I understand you don’t like him, and I’m not asking you to be his friend. All I’m asking you is to respect him as my partner. That’s all. As my friend, I would hope you could extend me at least that courtesy.”

“Look, (Y/N). All I can promise you is that I’ll be here when he inevitably breaks your heart.”

She could not stand the smug smirk that was on his face like he knew a secret she didn’t. “And what makes you think he will?”

“Because he’s a vampire,” he chuckled. “He has maybe two or three more years before people start noticing that he’s not aging. And not even that, what would people say about the perfect thrity-three-year-old doctor dating an eighteen-year-old? What would people say?”

“Paul, get away from my car.” Her voice was stern. Her hands gripped the steering wheel until her knuckles went white. “Whatever I do not share with you about my personal life is of no concern to you. And whatever people think about me or Carlisle, does not concern me. I am sure in our relationship, and I don’t need anyone’s validation of it.”

“That’s why you keep it a secret from everyone, then? Because you don’t care what people say,” he pushed. “Let me know how that plays out. Have fun tonight, (Y/N).”

“Goodbye, Paul.”

“See you around, (Y/N).”

Through her rearview mirror see his form shrinking, the same smirk permanent on his face. She could not admit that he was right. In a matter of years, the Cullens would need to move from Forks before the townspeople started to look into their suspicions.

(Y/N) put those thoughts at the back of her head. She wouldn’t have to worry about that for a long time, she thought. There was no need to stress herself over it now.

As she arrived at the Cullen residence, Carlisle was waiting for her outside. He was dressed in a black suit, a blue scarf loosely wrapped around his neck. His radiant smile served as an accessory to his perfect face.

“You look ravishing, my love.” Carlisle opened her car door, extending a hand to help her out. He twirled her slowly, taking in the sight of her before dipping her as he kissed her gingerly. “I’m glad you could join us tonight.”

“Thank you, darling,” (Y/N) beamed. “You look very handsome yourself.”

He led her into the home and an involuntary gasp left (Y/N)’s mouth. Alice had gone overboard as usual, but it was an astonishing view. The room was lit by pink candles, paired with a plethora of crystal bowls filled with roses. The table that homed the intricate pink birthday cake was dressed in white, holding plates and silverware, as well as silver-wrapped presents. It made (Y/N)’s small gift bag look cheap.

“I thought Bella didn’t want a big thing,” she whispered to Carlisle. She was sure the Swan girl would hate the attention she would get during her birthday.

“This isn’t big,” he chuckled. “This is just how much Edward was able to rein Alice in. Once she gets an idea in her head, there’s no one that can make her desist of it.”

“Regardless, it’s beautiful.”

(Y/N) left her gift on the table, hiding it behind the professionally wrapped gifts before following Carlisle to the kitchen. There Esme was cooking a small meal since the only two people that could consume human food were Bella and her. Regardless, she was sure Esme had already set aside some food for her to take home as she had done a week ago after she had recovered.

Esme was accompanied by a rowdy Emmett and a scowling Rosalie. (Y/N) knew Rosalie wanted to be anywhere but there. Many would take her disdain for Bella unwarranted and far too extreme, but the Uley girl knew better. Rosalie could not stand a person wanting to renounce her humanity so willingly. She was angry that the one thing she wanted more than anything, Bella was so quick to want to get rid of. Thankfully, she held no qualms toward (Y/N), since she was considering all of her options instead of diving headfirst into immortality. If it weren’t for Edward, Bella would have joined them as a vampire the second she knew what they were.

On the other hand, Emmett was very excited. He went on and on about the surprise they had in store for Bella – a new stereo for her old and beat-up truck. Knowing the Cullens, she knew they would much rather have gotten Bella a new car. The stereo was just a compromise. He also rambled about all the things Rosalie and he did whilst on their trip to Africa – everyone in town believing they were in Dartmouth continuing their collegiate studies. The juxtaposition between Rosalie and Emmett was astronomical, but they simply worked.

“I’m glad you’re here, Rose.” (Y/N) sat next to the blonde, her gaze softening as she acknowledged Uley’s presence. “Was the trip back comfortable?”

“Comfortable enough,” she smiled softly. “Though I wish I was still over there. It’s dumb to celebrate the birthday of someone that doesn’t value her human life. I mean, she said she wanted no gifts, but I’m sure if Edward offered it, she’d jump at the chance to become a vampire.”

“Rose, why are you so harsh on her?” (Y/N) questioned. “I’m human as well and I will be facing the same question one day, but you don’t hold resentment toward me.”

“Because you actually value your human life. We all know every time you’re with Carlisle you’re debating whether immortality is something you can do. You appreciate the gift you have of running blood and a beating heart. She doesn’t.”

“Well, I understand that. But at least it will be her choice,” she countered. “It might not be the choice you would have made – at the end of the day, the only one that can decide what her future will be like is Bella. Maybe you can ease up a little bit on her?”

“I mean, I won’t say anything, but I can’t help what my face will look like,” she grinned.

“Okay,” (Y/N) chuckled. “If you feel too annoyed at any point, you can pull me aside at any time.”

“Make it look like a Mean Girls scene?” Rosalie laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Carlisle joined them, placing a kiss on (Y/N)’s cheek and wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Just checking on Rose here,” she smiled, leaning into his touch. “Make sure everyone enjoys tonight.”

“Isn’t that nice of you, love?” He gifted his girlfriend a gleaming smile. “Now, can I steal her away for just a second?”

“Be my guest.”

Carlisle led her to the back porch and memories of the night he confessed to being a vampire came flooding back. She remembered the tears, the hurt, the disappointment. However, she didn’t feel that anymore. Now, she was happy, in love, and excited about the future.

Soft music trickled out onto the porch, the patio lights glimmering above them. Carlisle twirled (Y/N) and placed one hand on the small of her back and the other held hers. They danced softly under the moonlight, enjoying each other’s presence. Moments like these were what made eternity such a gratifying temptation.

“Have I ever told you that I love you, Carlisle Cullen?” (Y/N) looked up into his golden eyes, their height difference very apparent the closer they were.

“I believe you have mentioned it once or twice,” he smiled. His head dipped down and his ice-cold lips touched to hers. “If I’ve ever known love it is because I met you. I am completely and utterly consumed by the desire of being with you.”

“You know, I wouldn’t mind forever if it always felt like this,” she whispered. It had been the first time she had admitted her contemplation of eternity by his side.

“Are you sure you’re not just intoxicated by the moonlight?” He didn’t want to let on how excited he was. As much as he questioned if her becoming a vampire was the right thing, unlike Edward, he dreamed of eternal life alongside her and being the one to give it to her. Maybe it was for selfish reasons, but he couldn’t see himself continuing forever by himself. “But, are you serious? You would consider the change?”

“It’s not something I take lightly,” she smiled looking down. “Leaving my mom, becoming my brother’s enemy, abandoning my friends again – it is the hardest decision that I would ever have to make. But you, Carlisle Cullen, are worth it.”

She placed a warm hand on his stone-hard cheek, making his eyes flutter closed and a smile to creep onto his face. (Y/N) pulled Carlisle’s face down softly, connecting their lips in a soft and passionate kiss. One Carlisle deepened by placing his hands on her face and pulling her in.

“Nevertheless,” she chuckled slightly. “I would like a few years still of being human; a couple of birthdays. I could not be forever eighteen with a twenty-three-year-old partner.”

“Anything you want, my love,” he smiled. Happiness was the only thing that surged inside the vampire’s body. Knowing that the possibility of spending the rest of their lives intertwined grew larger every day had him excited for the future – for the first time in hundreds upon hundreds of years he was excited about the future. “I can understand not wanting to spend the rest of your life the same age as my children – going to high school and college every few years.”

“Yeah, and have people still believing you and Esme are together?” (Y/N) teasingly laughed. “I’ll take the few human years over that. Maybe even enroll in medical school in the next town we go to. A fresh start?”

“Fresh start.” He gave her another kiss, hugging her body to his. “Now, we should be heading inside. Bella’s here.”

The couple headed inside, walking hand-in-hand, bright and unwavering smiles on their faces. Nothing could have prepared them for the rapid decline of the night. Bella’s papercut detonated a series of events that left everyone on edge. The droplet of blood activated Jasper’s never-ending hunger for human blood, prompting Edward to push Bella back in an effort to keep her protected from his brother’s fangs. A move that backfired as she collided with a glass table that shattered on impact, embedding small shards of glass in the girl’s arm.

(Y/N) wanted to spring to action, but Carlisle held her back. As much as he knew she wanted to help, he would not allow her to be in the line of fire. They were being faced head-on with the consequences of having humans inside a vampire circle.

Emmett wrapped his giant arms around the blonde boy and did his best to pull him out of the house. The rest of the family followed behind, all hands on deck to make sure Jasper was as far from the house as possible.

Edward and Alice had been the only two to stay back, working their hardest to not breathe in the scent of blood. Still, it was easy to see that they were struggling. Even if they had been around the liquid for a long time, no one had as strong a resistance as Carlisle. Once the imminent danger was far from reach, the older Cullen took care of Bella.

“Edward, they’re right,” (Y/N) intercepted as Carlisle and Bella tried to convince the lovesick boy to leave the room filled with the metallic smell. “It’ll be better if you go check on Jasper. You too, Alice. We’ve got things handled here, guys.”

The vampiric siblings left the room with apologetic stares toward the injured girl. (Y/N) was sure they wanted to stay as moral support, but the longer they did, the worse their hunger would get. And Carlisle would not be able to protect either human girl from two feral vampires on his own.

“I’ll start clearing out the mess outside,” (Y/N) announced. “Unless you need any more help here?”

“I’ve got it covered, dear,” he smiled. “Thank you.”

(Y/N) left the kitchen with a trash can and cleaning supplies. Once back at the living room, she saw Esme already getting started. She could see that the woman was holding her breath, even the sight of the blood had her woozy.

“Esme, let me,” she offered. “Be with your family.”

“It’s okay,” Esme slurred slightly. “I’m okay.”

“You don’t have to be. Seriously, I’ve got this,” (Y/N) smiled. “Get some air.”

It did not take long for (Y/N) to clear out all the glass and the trampled roses, careful of the shards and avoiding another disaster. After all the shrapnel was cleared, she got to mopping the floor. Almost instantly, the white mop turned a deep hue of pink, sopping up all the crimson liquid that had dripped onto the white floor. The smell of bleach burned her nostrils, quickly starting a headache.

Satisfied with her work, (Y/N) threw away the bags with the tainted glass and the used mop, making sure to pour bleach into the trash can to mask the smell. Then she headed back to the kitchen to check up on Bella and Carlisle.

“What about you and (Y/N)?” Bella inquired. “How are you getting over this whole human-vampire thing? It’s not that different from Edward and me. Yet, you guys make it look so easy.”

“It hasn’t been,” Carlisle sighed. “Unlike… my son, I do not see this as a damnation on one’s soul. (Y/N) can and will make the decision for herself. Who am I to tell her what her life should be?”

“Does she want to be a vampire?” Bella continued. “And would you regret turning her into one?”

“It seems she’s leaning toward that decision,” he smiled. “Regardless of what she decides, I’m just happy that I was able to meet her. Having her in my life has been the greatest gift immortality has given me. I don’t see how it can be so bad when it led me to her.”

(Y/N) could not help the smile that crept onto her face along with a red color on her cheeks. “How’re we doing here?” she interrupted. “Anything I can help with?”

“We’re just about done,” Carlisle announced. “I suppose I should take you home now.”

“I’ll do that,” Edward said, coming into the room silently.

Carlisle motioned at (Y/N) to leave the couple by themselves, disappearing into his bedroom after giving a quiet goodnight.

The bed was perfectly made, unchanged since (Y/N)’s week-long stay at the residence. She smiled at the nights she spent there. Though sick and weakened, it had been the longest time she had spent with Carlisle uninterrupted.

“Penny for your thoughts, darling?” Carlisle broke her out of her contemplation. “You seem a little out of it.”

“I’m just thinking back to a couple of weeks ago,” she smiled. “It was intimate – the baths, the cuddles, the closeness. It makes me think…”

“Of what goes beyond that?” He grinned as she sheepishly nodded. “I can’t lie and say I haven’t thought of it before.”

“Well, what are we going to do about it? I am sure there is an obvious solution to this,” she teased. She slowly started losing the distance between them, rounding the bed. “But we’d have to start by removing this shirt.”

Her fingers danced over the buttons of the blood-speckled blue shirt. They had already witnessed what was under their clothes, but this night felt different – this night was different.

“Don’t start something we can’t finish, love,” Carlisle grumbled. His eyes had gone dark as he followed her slim fingers button by button. As she worked her way down, more of his marble white skin was exposed. “We shouldn’t, dear.”

“Why not?” Now she was wearing a devilish grin. “I know we both want it. We should allow ourselves to have the things we want.”

“I could hurt you.” He took a sharp breath as her hands went up his chest, traveling to his shoulder and ridding them of the stained shirt. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You have the best self-control of all the vampires I know – though I don’t know many,” she chuckled. “I know you would never hurt me, not intentionally. And I am stronger than I look; I can take it, darling.”

“I just don’t think…”

“Stop thinking, Carlisle,” she incited. “Let go. For once, let go.”

And he did.

--------------------------18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI-----------------------

Carlisle crashed his lips onto hers, hungry. It had been years since he had indulged in matters of the flesh, always finding it an unsatisfying activity with the partners he had been with. This was different. This time he was in love, he was pent-up, he was touch deprived. His bare chest collided with hers, eliminating whatever space was left between them.

“I want to make sure this is something you actually want,” Carlisle interrupted. “We can stop at any point, alright?"

"I want this, Carlisle,” she panted. “I want everything with you.”

(Y/N) pulled him down by his neck, connecting them once more. She was nervous, of course. It was her first time, but she felt ready. Though she lacked in experience, she knew what to do. Years and years of reading had taught her what she needed to know.

Carlisle turned her, his lips on her neck and his hands on the back of her dress. She brushed her hair forward, providing him with more access to her skin. As he slid her zipper down, chills ran through her body. The man could see how her skin prickled at his touch, which worked to turn him on even more. Being able to hear and see how her body reacted to him made the arousal in his own body grow to exponentially new heights.

Once the dress had been zipped completely down, Carlisle slid the sleeves off her shoulders, letting the piece of fabric to fall and pool at her feet. His fingers gingerly traced her body, leaving a kiss on every spot he passed – her neck, kiss; her shoulder, kiss; the curve of her waist; her hips, her thighs. Down there he grabbed the dress and helped her step out of her clothes.

“You look ravishing, my love.” He joined her once more face-to-face, kissing her hungrily. “Perfectly exquisite.”

“Wait, wait, Carlisle,” she breathed out. Carlisle was perplexed by a spot on her neck that drew out soft moans and pants from her mouth. “Your family. They will hear.”

“Edward took Bella home.” Back to her neck. “The rest are still out with Jasper. We are all alone.”

With a wicked grin, he bounced her up, prompting her to wrap her legs around his waist as he moved them to the bed. Without breaking the kiss, he laid her gently on the bed. His lips traveled her body, stopping at the mounds of her chest. With his mouth, he lapped at one and his hands gave attention to the other. Carlisle coaxed the most guttural moans from her, using so little stimulus he was able to elicit such deep reactions.

Every part of him was cold, ice-cold. It contrasted against her now over-heated body and helped keep her at a comfortable temperature. He was comfortable, he felt natural.

After he felt satisfied he’d taken care of her stiff peaks, Carlisle’s mouth traveled down once more. He left kisses on her stomach, her waist, her hips, hovering over the waistband of her underwear. She had not planned for this night to go this way, but she was glad she had at least worn an attractive pair.

(Y/N) prompted herself on her elbows, watching as Carlisle used his teeth to pull the black lacy undergarments off her body. This was a new look on the man. Long gone were the golden eyes that stared at her, instead they were replaced with an unparalleled hunger – lust. And she could not decide which gaze she liked more.

As he came back up, he kissed up her legs, his lips tickling her legs. Carlisle wanted to stretch out the moment, make sure he savored every bit of the woman in his arms. Unlike his other “conquests,” she was special, and he wanted to make sure she felt that way.

“Carlisle,” she giggled breathlessly. “Stop teasing me. I need you.”

“Anything you want, dear,” he grinned.

That’s when he started his feasting. Carlisle licked a stripe up (Y/N)’s fold, fishing out a stammered gasp from the girl. She was sensitive and completely drenched. The man started working overtime when he circled his mound over the tender mound that lived at the top of her cunt. He flicked his tongue, sucked, and circled. Her screams of pleasure only worked to light a fire in him. (Y/N)’s sweet nectar was his source of food, and he was ravenously hungry.

Soon his mouth was aided by a cold hard digit, sliding expertly into her drenched entrance. He made (Y/N) explode in a pattern of screams and mewls, her hands diving into the golden strands of his hair, pulling and grabbing.

“Fu~uck,” she mumbled out as Carlisle squeezed in another finger. “Baby, I’m close.”

“Cum, darling,” he muttered against her. “I wanna feel you on my fingers.”

He pumped faster, making sure to curve the tip of his fingers to reach the spongy spot that would yield faster results. With each movement her insides got wetter and wetter, making it easier to slide one more digit into her. He knew it was her first time — though not able romantic as he would have wanted to give her — and wanted to make sure she was prepped and stretched enough for her enjoyment.

This was more than the utmost carnal act; it was a demonstration of the love and trust they held for each other. Not only was (Y/N) trusting Carlisle with the experience and her body, but she was also trusting him with her life.

With a few more strokes, (Y/N) let herself come undone. Her legs clamped around the man’s head, her hands gripping his hair for stability. For the longest time, she had theorized how her first orgasm would happen. She had read about it, of course, and she had partaken in certain solo ministrations. But nothing had felt like this. This was an out-of-body experience — a spiritual one even.

“Carlisle, baby,” she whispered. “I need you. I-I need to feel you inside me.”

The man wore a toothy grin, the devil flashing in his eyes. His hand reached for the bedside table, pulling out a silver wrapper from it. (Y/N) followed his movement, laughter slowly building up in her throat.

“Why would we need that?” (Y/N) chuckled as she propped herself up by her elbows. “It’s not like you could get me pregnant.”

“I am a doctor, darling,” he smirked. “I’ve got to lead by example.”

Without another question, Carlisle slipped the sleeve on. Not that a vampire like him would need it. Nevertheless, he felt it was his medical moral duty to wear one. Carlisle aligned himself with her entrance with one hand, placing the other gingerly on her cheek. His eyes glazed over with love and adoration, and his lips whispered a kiss onto hers.

“Are you ready?” He asked tenderly. Carlisle knew her body was prepared, but he wanted to make sure her mind was. He waited until (Y/N) shyly nodded, responding with a sweet smile. “Alright, my love.”

In one move his cock glided into her, fitting inside to the hilt on the first try. (Y/N) let out a strangled cry, feeling completely full. Her wetness swallowed him perfectly, aiding his member as he slid in and out. It did not take long for Carlisle to find the right rhythm, pumping in and out of the moaning woman, his experience clearly showing.

(Y/N) startled the man when, in one fell swoop, she flipped him onto the bed and placed herself on top. Carlisle was surprised at the strength she had shown by changing their positions. She was reaching areas she did not know were there.

Carlisle placed his ice-cold hands on her hips, stabilizing her body as she rode him to their climaxes. He was enthralled by the view – how her breasts jumped, how her nails tried to dig into his chest, how her head fell back in pleasure, how her mouth let out the most enchanting sounds. She was the perfect view, the only one he ever wanted to look upon.

“Fuck, baby,” she moaned. “I’m close.”

“Just hold on for a little more,” Carlisle whispered. “I’m almost there.”

He started meeting her jumps by pushing his hips upward, hitting her up to the hilt. (Y/N) could not help the sounds spilling out of her throat now, every movement was sending electric spurts through her body, not being able to feel Carlisle’s cold anymore.

(Y/N) had dreamt of this moment. She was completely connected to the man she loved, giving herself, body and soul, to him. It felt like the answer to a prayer she had no idea she had made. Carlisle was the answer to all of her most inner desires.

Picking up the pace, and an agonizing hold on her hips that would definitely bruise, (Y/N) guided them to the peak of ecstasy. Each of them screamed out the other’s name like it was the most beautiful song they had ever heard.

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She collapsed onto him, using his body to bring her temperature down. Carlisle wrapped his arms around her, holding her as close as humanly possible. He breathed in her scent; it was different after the momentous occasion they had just shared.

They basked in the silence of the house, the silence of the moment. Until Carlisle broke the auditory void. He asked, “How do you feel?”

“Like never before,” (Y/N) smiled. Her breathing was still staggered, working hard to stabilize itself after that cardio workout. “Can’t believe we waited this long to do that.”

“It happened when it needed to,” he chuckled. “Now, you should probably rest.”

“O~or,” she grinned. “I could go for a round two if you can.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”

As they kissed again, (Y/N) could not help but commit the moment to her memory. She was in love, she was happy, and there was nothing in the world that could take that away.

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bookgeekgrrl · 3 months

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My media this week (18-24 Feb 2024)

i'll always prefer the og but this iteration is entertaining

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

😍 The Old Codgers Greatest Hits Album (AggressiveWhenStartled, author; quietnight, narrator) - 57K series, canon-divergent stucky co-starring peter parker. Reread of this hilarious forever fave where first teenage peter is forced to deal with two body-swapped geriatric supersoldiers and then bucky is forced to deal with two teenage spidermen trying (and failing) to stealthily rescue their "dog". Great podfic by quietnight, absolute hilarity

🥰 History of American Capitalism (Zenaidamacrouras1) - 85K, shrinkyclinks college AU with superstar QB!Bucky & history nerd Steve - incredible found family dynamics, can't believe @zenaidamacrouras1 made me actually really get into an AU that involved both undergrads AND football. The nerve! The talent! (the fic is single POV but there's an amazing companion piece that's Bucky's convos with this sister that give a his POV on some of it and it's equally amazing)

💖💖 +347K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

Half sleep, half waking (softestpunk) - The Sandman & Rivers of London crossover: dreamling, 8K - amazing crossover! I wish there was 60K of this for me to read

Road to Joy (Oddree13) - Stranger Things: steddie, 25K - latest chapter in this omegaverse steddie series that I absolutely adore

Knit One, Purl Two (mollus) - MCU: stucky, 32K - reread; forever fave WS recovery fic with lots of softness in the form of: knitting, dancing, soap making and senior citizens

Red, White & Royal Goose (fairestfaerie) - RWRB: alex/henry, 7K - I just love a good Soulmate Goose of Enforcement fic

This Sunlit Land (eyres) - MCU: stucky, 38K - wonderful canon/timeline-divergent WS recovery AU

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Resident Alien - s1, e1-3

QI - series S, ep 7-9

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "The Fall of New York City" (s7, e1)

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "Heaven and Hell on Earth" (s7, e2)

D20: Fantasy High: Junior Year - "Stress Tested" (s21, e7)

D20: Adventuring Party - "A Negroni and a Bowl of Spinach" (s16, e7)

Ghosts (US) - s2, e16-22; s3, e1-2

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Vibe Check - Hey, Sis: featuring Kimberly Drew

The Sporkful - Can A Restaurant Makeover Make Diners Spend More?

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Boston’s Blue Hill

Short Wave - The Life And Death Of A Woolly Mammoth

Desert Island Discs - Sheku Kanneh-Mason, cellist

I Said No Gifts! - Jay Jurden Disobeys Bridger

The Assignment with Audie Cornish - Where Does Fani Willis Go From Here?

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - World’s Loneliest House

⭐ Switched on Pop - Adult Contemporary, but make it cool (with CHROMEO)

Shedunnit - The Unpleasantness at the Bellona Club (Green Penguin Book Club 1)

Up First - Julian Assange Extradition Hearing, Egypt Buffer Zone, Louisiana Special Session

Today, Explained - The Panama Canal is drying up

It's Been a Minute - Jada Pinkett Smith, the artist

Vibe Check - Welcome to Tip Check

Outward - True Detective: Night Country’s Lesbian Subtext

⭐ Code Switch - Why menthol cigarettes have a chokehold on Black smokers

Short Wave - When The Sun Erupts

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Stone of Destiny

⭐ 99% Invisible #571 - You Are What You Watch

Films To Be Buried With - Tyler James Williams

Ologies with Alie Ward - Black Hole Theory Cosmology (WHAT ARE BLACK HOLES?!) Part 1 with Ronald Gamble, Jr.

Off Menu - Ep 226: Noel Fielding

NPR's Book of the Day - 'Thank You Please Come Again' pays homage to Southern gas station food shops

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Buffalo Soldiers National Museum

The Assignment with Audie Cornish - Jake Tapper on American Political Scandal

⭐ Throughline - Dance Yourself Free (Throwback)

If Books Could Kill - The Better Angels of Our Nature

Our Opinions Are Correct - We Don't Give a F*ck About Canon

⭐ Today, Explained - Fight at the Museum

The Sporkful - Deep Dish With Sohla And Ham: Bagels

Dear Prudence - My Friend Has a Master’s Degree in Lying. Help!

What Next: TBD - The Coasts are Sinking

Short Wave - Didn't Get A Valentine's Love Song? These Skywalker Gibbons Sing Love Duets

Endless Thread - Endless Thread: The Musical

⭐ Twenty Thousand Hertz+ - Industrial Musicals

Strong Songs - "Black Hole Sun" by Soundgarden

You're Dead to Me - Queen of Sheba [turned out to be really perfect timing to have this knowledge right before getting to certain relevant bits in my current read The Adventures of Amina al-Sirafi]

It's Been a Minute - Have we hit celebrity overload? Plus, Miyazaki's movie magic

Simply Reflecting - Did You Say Delusional?

Under the Influence - Seeing is Believing: The Power of Demonstration Commercials

Hit Parade - The Bridge: Bon Soir, Barbra

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Chromeo

Living Colour

Chicago House Foundation

Presenting Soundgarden

Swing Fever [Rod Stewart & Jools Holland] {2024}

Adult Contemporary [Chromeo] {2024}

Campfire Classics

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hiding-in-my-blanket-fort · 2 years

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Mutual pining headcanons with Frankie Morales x GN!Reader

This man has the biggest crush on you on planet earth.

But he won't say it because you two are friends and he wouldn't dare do anything to risk losing you.

Meanwhile, you have the biggest hearteyes for your soft boi Frankie but you're absolutely certain he doesn't have the same feelings for you because he doesn't SAY ANYTHING.

You're both idiots who are terrible at communication.

When you visit the local fair or carnival, Frankie will always make sure to get you ice cream or your favorite sweet treat.

Because he totally has it seared into his brain when you say, "I love this," or "That's my favorite."

He remembers everything you ever liked.

Whenever you go camping with the guys, it's an inevitability that you will wind up cuddled up on Frankie because he's warm.

When you fall asleep against Frankie's back, seated around the campfire, his heart is so full, he feels like he could burst at the seams.

The guys rib him to make a move but he insists your comfort comes first, and if you say no, things would be awkward. He doesn't want to do that to you.

Then the guys rib YOU to make a move and you say pretty much the same thing.

And the guys are rolling their eyes SO HARD that you won't just SPIT IT OUT.

Until Frankie gets a little too drunk at a barbecue at Santi's house.

And he takes one look at you, mumbling about how perfect you are and if he had the courage, he would ask you out.

That stops you dead in your tracks.

You glance at the other guys but they're SCRAMBLING to get the hell out of there and pretend they hadn't heard a damn thing. They've been in the middle of this ridiculousness for too long and it's your mess to figure out.

It feels like it takes forever to get Frankie sober, passed out on Santi's couch. But when he finally stumbles into the kitchen, looking for anything to save him from his blistering hangover, you remain quiet as a mouse, watching him.

Finally, you speak, very carefully.

"So. Do you remember what happened last night?"

Frankie goes stock still. Glances at you a little wide-eyed. His mind racing through all the scenarios he dreaded coming to light...

"No....?" he says, cautiously, in a tone that clearly says, am I in trouble here?

You stare into your orange juice because you're pretty sure that if you look at Frankie, you WILL combust.

"You asked me out."

"Fuck," Frankie hisses. He puts up his hands in a pleading gesture. "I...if I made you uncomfortable, I didn't mean - "

"Frankie," you cut him off.

He stops and stares at you, terrified and hopeful all at once.

"Ask me. Properly."

Frankie blinks. You can practically see the buffering wheel on his forehead as your words sink in.

Then he gathers himself, runs a hand through his hair, making it stick up all over the place.

"So, do you...like...maybe want to...I don't know, go out with me sometime? Like...on a date? With...food? Or you know, we could skip the food if you're not - "

You can't help laughing and pulling him in for a kiss to stop his nervous ramblings because he really has nothing to worry about when it comes to you saying yes.

#triple frontier #frankie morales #frankie morales imagines #frankie morales x reader #triple frontier imagines #triple frontier x reader #writing tag

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dilf-whore · 2 years

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nail art

pairing: eddie munson x gn!reader

genre: established relationship!, fluff

summary: eddie asks you to do his nails

A/N: i think we can all agree that eddie would really enjoy painting his nails lol. also let me know your thoughts/comments on this short fic 💙

requested: no

requests are OPEN

masterlist

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You lay down beside Eddie in your room, legs tangled to one another and your fingers brushing over Eddie’s chest softly as he talks about his campaign last night. His voice is low but full of interest and delight, D&D has always been his escape from harsh reality which is why he treasures the fantasy game so much.

“And the young ones: Dustin, Mike, and Lucas, they- oh wow, your nails are so pretty” he gets distracted and grabs your hand on his chest and look at your newly done nails, it had black and white stars over a nude base color. “Thanks, I did it myself” you reply. “Really? Y/N, that’s so cool! Do you think you can do mine?” he asks.

“Sure!”

You hurry to your drawer and grab the necessary items you’ll use. You motion Eddie to sit on the floor and you settle your things beside you, “I already have an idea for your nails, I’m thinking of putting Hellfire’s logo. What do you think?” you ask, grabbing some alcohol pads, nail file, and buffer to prep his nails. “I was actually gonna ask you to do the same thing” he chuckles.

“Let’s start!” you begin by trimming his nails down, then you buff and file his nails followed by cleaning the dusts off with an alcohol pad.

You grab the black polish and start painting his nails, then white on his middle and ring fingers. Eddie stays as stiff as possible so you won’t have a hard time and mess up. He glances at you ever so often with so much adoration, you looked so cute all focused on working his nails, your pretty eyes filled with so much concentration.

The base colors have dried after around 15 minutes, you grab your brush for lining and start on his white nails. You start Hellfire’s logo on his middle finger, you pull his hand closer to you so you could see clearer, his nail beds are bigger than yours which makes it easier to do nail art on them. Eddie tilts his head to the side to see your progress clearer, wow. he thought to himself. You’re so good and not to mention artistic as well. You then draw a dice on his index finger and let it dry as you work on his other hand.

After a long 3 hours his nails are finally finished and fully dried, you pack your things and put them back in your drawer while Eddie just stands there staring at his nails with a huge smile on his face. “Y/N, baby, my love, you’re so amazing. This is just so cool, you’re cool. I want them to stay forever, how long will they last?” he rambles, his eyes never leaving his nails.

You put the last of your nail art materials in the drawer and close it, “thank you, Eddie. Don’t worry they’ll stay on you for quite a time, give or take 2-3 weeks. I used gel polish so they’re pretty tough” you reply as you approach him. He faces you and squeeze your cheeks, causing your lips to pucker. he places a quick peck on them.

“You’re so talented. I love you”

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theshippingcorner · 1 year

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Wesker x Leon fanfic?? Any plot really I just really like that ship

I can certainly try my best!

It wasn't terribly often that Leon and Wesker were in the same place together, and for a while it was a fight when they were, but given some time and some particularly tense fights Wesker had taken quite a liking to the slightly shorter operative...

Their meetings became less of a fight and more of a game, Wesker taunting Leon or even just subtly flirting with him...of course Leon is a bit dense so for a while it went right over his head, only really sinking in once he was pinned to a wall during one of their encounters when he was caught off guard by the taller male. He was surprised to say the least feeling the gloved hand on his throat, the other by his side on the wall as he huffed softly and grabbed Weskers wrist.

"That was a lucky shot but you can't hold me here forever so you're either going to have to choke me or throw me."

Wesker chuckled a bit and tilted his head

"Well aren't you a bit ahead of yourself there~? I can choke you later, there's no need to rush."

Leon buffered and blushed as the realization hit him, almost stuttering a bit as he tried to figure out how to even respond to that which only made Wesker laugh as he let go of Leon's throat, taking a step back.

"Oh don't overheat trying to actually use your brain, I know it's probably hard~"

Leon huffed and pouted,

"Oh excuse me I'm not that stupid!"

Wesker snorted and shrugged,

"Oh sure, just dense enough to not notice flirting until it's right in your face right~?"

Leon crossed his arms and stepped up a bit closer, looking up to meet Weskers eyes behind his sunglasses

"You say that like I've ever had someone flirt with me?"

Wesker shrugged and ruffled up Leon's hair

"I wouldn't be surprised if people did flirt with you and it went in one ear straight out the other. It's quite alright though, it's cute~"

He put his hand to Leon's chin, bending down just slightly to place a small kiss on his lips before turning away to leave

"I don't want one of your teammates to go ahead and catch me so I'll be off now, pet~"

He waved a little, leaving Leon just stunned as he blushed bright red, touching his lips for a moment before huffing and looking away mumbling under his breath,

"Yeah...right...see you."

#Resident Evil Wesker #Resident Evil Leon #Leon x Wesker #this took me a bit to actually think of but i enjoyed writing it

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vesper93 · 1 year

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Bones and All Q's/thoughts/spoilers (literally writing these as I watch for the first time):

1. Was that her dad locking her in her bedroom at the beginning?

2. Random aside- does Taylor Russell have some vitiligo on her face? I never noticed it before.

3. Ooft, that first shot of Sully standing on the street corner. 😬 The sniffing... ew.

4. The sound of him preparing that chicken. Double ew.

5. "We can hurt one another just as bad" - he's warning her.

6. I always wonder if human teeth are actually strong enough to bite through flesh just like *chomp* - I know we do it with steak and whatnot. I just kinda assumed humans would be tougher. Especially without cooking. Idk.

7. Being a cannibal would be a logistical nightmare. Like... a human being is BIG. How much could you actually eat in one go? Like, a thigh? What do you do with the rest?

8. "I profoundly doubt that" - yes Lee, see right through the creepy old man.

9. The Americana guitar throughout is very pretty. This soundtrack is cool.

10. I love how matter-of-fact Lee is. He seems very genuine.

11. The way he takes the shirt off after Kayla calls him a fa**ot hurts. He obvs took it to heart.

12. The first time we see them touch is in the slaughter house barn. Feel like that's significant.

13. Michael Stulbarg is amazing.

14. "There's before Bones and All, and then there's after" - I feel like this is true.

15. The drums of the soundtrack in IA - wow. Love it.

16. The trill of the music as the ferris wheel comes over the top and they're kissing - ❤

17. The look as Lee approaches the milk toss stand - Predator/Prey. Oooft.

18. Lee cruising that carnival worker should not be hot. But it is.

19. The pulling at the skin is a bit ew, but oh well.

20. "In my black cocoon I'm where no one can find me" - whilst Lee sits bathed in blood and moonlight. Double ooooft.

21. It's a good thing DNA matching hadn't been perfected yet.

22. "How dare you make this harder" - true lee. Like what does she want him to say??

23. I keep expecting to see Sully in the back of shots and it's creeping me out.

24. I get Maren's turmoil, but she doesn't need to take it out on Lee, who's also just trying to survive.

25. I have a kink for Timmy's arms, I've decided. I think Dune 2 where he's buffer might kill me.

26. She just fucking leaves him?! What??? He's the best thing thats happened to you!

27. Sully needs to fuck all the way off.

28. The scene where Maren is telling Sully "its gotta go both ways" - I feel her energy there. Its a young girl trying to placate a man who could harm her. That resonates. The stakes are different, but every woman can recognise the moment where they say "it's not you, it's me" to try and prevent harm. Felt that in my blood.

29. A man thinks they're entitled to something because they've misread a situation. Offft, that really hits close to home.

30. The scrape of the guitar as she destroys the tape.

31. I just wanna give Lee a hug.

32. Kayla seems really sweet, and I'm sad that I already know what happens to her.

33. What happens in the months Maren is away from Lee? What's she been doing?

34. The NE sequence is beautiful.

35. Idk how to describe it, but Timothée has a way of being *in* a scene that makes you feel like he's part of the landscape of it. There and natural. There is no acting, because he is in the fabric of the film.

36. I'll say it again but the guitar motif is just so beautiful.

37. The way the guitar just stops in that final scene when she opens the door. Fuck Sully, fuck him forever.

38. Sully is like Gollum. Except fucking weirder and grosser.

39. Okay, the bathtub scene is kinda grim.

40. How can something so grim make me cry?

41. Okay, new canon. Lee survives and the ending was just one of the psycho dreams, brought on by PTSD from Sully's attack.

42. The final shot is them afterwards. Surviving.

#bones and all #spoilers #timothee chalamet #lee #maren yearly #luca guadagnino #thoughts

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muchamusedaboutnothing · 1 year

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@staff Please can someone look into this for me.

I have tried multiple times to email support, but I'm unable to get a report to go through as it just buffers forever with I try to click the bottom right button to send a note about my problem as shown below.

The problem is that my inbox has disappeared from the messaging portion my account if I try to use the activity tab. If I try to access it from the account settings area, I can get to it but it's been completely wiped as shown below:

I can no longer message other users at all. I can no longer reply to comments others leave on my posts, or comment on posts others make.

The messaging portion in the activity tab no longer exists for me, as seen here:

I have no idea of it's a bug or what, but I would love a response with your suggestion on how to solve this problem.

I have done troubleshooting, as well as uninstalled and reinstalled the Android app but nothing has worked.

As far as I can tell, my blog has not been accidentally marked as explicit (per automated response after I tried to appeal that possibility), but I can't imagine what is going on.

Please get back to me as soon as possible. I really need to get my blog functional again.

Thank you.

MuchAmusedAboutNothing

#staff #tumblr #support #please help #my blog isn't functional this way

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blankdblank · 2 years

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Best Friend

Loki under his breath mutters back a self deprecating comment to Thor’s back handed compliment to Peter against his brother making now singularly gloved oc whack the blonde now confused Prince on the bicep with their uncovered hand halting the ebony haired Prince’s slink from the room to head for his usual reading spot. “Hey! That’s my best friend you’re talking about, apologize to Prince Loki!”

Making the bristling Loki fire back defensively at the mortal who struck, albeit uselessly, his brother, “I am not your best friend!”

“Yes you are!” Oc said to Loki then raised their hand making Thor flinch a step aside and fire out a weightless apology to his brother.

“I apologize, don’t strike me again. It is embarrassing to the both of us.”

Loki reiterated in a turn to plant himself to face oc head on, “You are not my best friend!”

“I know, you’re mine,” and they looked to Thor, “You want to see embarrassing that apology was pathetic. Do better.”

Loki said firmer, “We just met two hours past we are not best friends!”

Making oc look at him head on stirring an urge for him to step back even with a table between them. “You can’t tell me who my best friend is! My choice!”

“You don’t know me!” He all but shouted at them.

“You don’t know me either and whose fault is that?”

Loki sharply let out a breath shifting his hands at his sides in a loss for words, “No one?! We just met two hours past, I am not your best anything!”

“Want to make it best friends forever?” A crack of a verbal response came from the flabbergasted Prince who looked to his blonde brother that stepped away from oc subtly to place Peter between them as a buffer as oc pointed at Loki and left the room adding their glove again. “Didn’t think so. Thor practice your apologies before you embarrass Asgard, last time you were here you leveled a city, apology training for you is mandatory for what mayhem you’ll cause next.”

“I will have you know, Loki-!”

“Loki was under mind control, what’s you’re excuse, he didn’t level a town in New Mexico with his three besties to impress his girlfriend!” Oc says leaving the room causing Thor to scoff and cross his arms. “See you at lunch bestie!” They said with a grin and finger wave in their exit.

Peter simply looked up at Thor again and said, “She has a point...Some practice wouldn’t hurt.”

Loki muttered on his way to find a book and place to hide to the others in the room, “I am not affiliated with that mortal.”

He stopped however as Nat said, “Huh, weird, normally when she touches people they tend to melt or mutate.” Making Loki stop and smirk in watch of Thor’s squirm to angle his unfolded arm to find a growing patch of fur.

“There it is,” Clint said in amusement patting Nat’s arm as she finished binding a cut on his other forearm.

Down at his now absurdly large eared mouse shaped brother Loki beamed and muttered in old Asgardian, “Oh I am most certainly affiliated with that mortal.” Lifting his brother magically while saying in a tongue the others could understand, “Come brother, your fur is looking less than glamorous, let us go freshen you up. Do remember Mother’s lessons on presenting a proper image to the mortals while on diplomatic ventures.”

Cut two hours later and a scowling gerbil Thor with bows in his glimmering freshly washed and blow dried then combed fur was eating from a plate of cut veggies with eyes fixed on oc to every squeak laced muffled moment of his endless rant of getting revenge once the effects of this affliction had worn off. And beside the object of Thor’s whole life’s worth of fury Loki sat casually conversing over the chosen topic of the first book he had borrowed from Stark’s collection earlier in his hiding.

All –

@sherala007, @mariannetora, @jesgisborne, @knitastically, @catthefearless, @theincaprincess, ggbbhehe4455, @lilith15000, @alishlieb, @fizzyxcustard

Not nsfw(smut) - @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore

X Marvel-Cast - @himoverflowers, @theincaprincess

#Loki #Thor #Nat and Clint #Peter Parker #Random Idea #Marvel #Best Friends #Mouse

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bylightofdawn · 1 year

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I'm so mentally boomed from work. I chased this fraudster across like 6 accounts, found multiple fake ID's they are sending in, multiple closed accts using different IMEI and different addresses across like 4 states. I legit was starting to feel like Charlie from Always Sunny meme.

This was me when I finally had to drag myself out of the rabbit holes I'd gone down. And this was IN BETWEEN taking constant calls. So I'd find another correlated fraud thing and get a call and have to stop what I was doing and then pick it up again afterward.

And I love it, I love getting to play detective and piece together all this stuff together. I love my job, I just hate how underpaid and overworked I am. If the idea of going back to college didn't exhaust me I'd actually consider trying to go into a field tangential to this because I'm good at what I do, I'm methodical, detail-oriented and I catch stuff a lot of other reps overlook. I say that knowing I prolly sound arrogant as fuck but I have the case work to back that shit up. I think part of that is because I spent ten years as a printer and it kind of trained my eye to pick apart things critically, yanno? Lord the tales I could tell but cannot tell because of NDA's.

Anyway I am mentally drained, suffice it to say. I feel bad I haven't really written anything today, so I'm going to force myself to try and write just a little bit, but my heart isn't in it if I'm being honest. It's still raining sporadically and all I want to do is curl up under the covers and sleep.

I have been thinking a lot and I think I am going to pause on writing Seeds and work on something else. I have like a 15 chapter buffer so it's not like I HAVE to finish it this week or this month.

So I think I'm going to work on that post Cody defecting Bad Batch fic idea I had cause it's going to be atmospheric and moody and I feel like that will spark some joy.

I also need to just give myself some grace here too, I'm burned out. even if I can't write another word on Seeds for the next six months and I run out of buffer chapters it's not like you're getting fucking paid for this, El. It's not the end of the world. People wait months for chapters or even years. It's just a major fear of mine that I won't finish it and I've done all this work and gotten so close to the end.

But realistically, it's not going to happen. I know I will inevitably bully myself into finishing it. I don't need some self-entitled shithead commenter to be all "Where's the next chapter, bro?"

There is literally nothing they can say that I won't have prolly told myself already because I am forever my own worst critic. And this year is about my trying to NOT be my biggest critic or if not that at least give myself some grace and to not beat myself up constantly for my perceived failings and letting it spiral from you failed as a fanfiction writer to you failed as an person because that's not a healthy headspace to be in and I refuse to keep putting myself through that hell.

And lord lemme tell you what a day to day battle that shit is. Because no one can catastrophize like I can. I legit failed to type my PW in twice at work today and my brain immediately went to "Did I get fired and they haven't told me yet and all my credentials are invalidated?" despite having JUST SIGNED INTO MY VPN SO OBVIOUSLY NOT. But that's where my brain immediately went. So yeah, that's a work in progress. I'm trying though.

Okay I'm going to put on the Halo ODST soundtrack in the background because I think it's gonna be some fire background music for this fic and I'm going to start cracking on with it.

#life of el #what even is this post #idk #why are you people even here

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