#I hope you have a great day! Tha k you again for your support!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hi I hate to be cheesy but I wanted to say that while a lot of people - very rightly!!! - point out how cool your art is and how inspirational it is that you showed art can be learned, not just a rare natural born talent, I also LOVE your sense of humor. The dialog and visual jokes are always so sharp and are guarenteed to make me laugh! Because I'm autistic as hell lol I like to bookmark things I can read through over agian when I'm looking for laughs and your blog is now high on the list! Thx!

Be not afraid to be cheesy; your genuine message has brought me immense joy B’*)

[readerinsertfanfiction]

Okay okay so i know i said the last one was the last one buuuuuuuut🥺❤😳😳😳😳🤣 pfffffft an idea popped in my head😅😅 and i honestly love spamming u❤❤🥺😳✨

😅😅 hehehe so u know how ive been struggling with these stupid hips? Welllllll i have a bunch of stretches i need to do and well they are boring and a hassle and and i low key forget to do them most morning pfffft speaking of i should probs be doing them now before bed🤣😏🤣😅🥺🥺🥺😳❤ hehehehe what was my request again?.........

Ooooh yeah hehehe nemo dear, could i pretty please with all the condensed milk drizzled ontop request a lil something with theo helping tha reader recover from an injury 😳❤❤

Hehehe cause naturally no spam is complete without sweetheart theodorkus❤😳🥺 hehehehe love u to infinity and beyond nemo! Hope your dinner was yum! Hope your day was great and i hope your weekend is fantastic!❤🌈✨ // does little dance!

Thanks for always indulging me and letting me spam ya dear❤❤❤🥺😳sending all the catbus hugs ❤🌈

Zetaaaa (｡•́︿•̀｡) don't forget your exercises or I will pout. Take care of yourself, dear. Keep those hips in shape for Theo! ₍₍◞( •௰• )◟₎₎

And for you, my dear, a thousand times over! ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

I never tire of your spam, come at me with all of your sparkles, I will sparkle right back at ya. ᕙ(＠°▽°＠)ᕗ

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Character: Theodor(k)us van Gogh

Prompt: Helping reader (Zeta) with their hip exercises. 

Sometimes youth didn't come with health. A lot of times, fairly speaking, but the young wish to deny this oftentimes, finding it easier that pain came with age. Finding it more digestible to believe; later in the day I can think of this. You weren't much different, having relied on youth to bounce back when you got hurt, until that recovery wasn't so granted anymore. It wasn’t a sign of decline, just your humanity, but so surrounded by eternal youth and accelerated rejuvenation it surely could feel that way.

The hand that snaked around your waist nearly tipped you off balance as you veered back from leaning backwards, your arms flailing away from its secure position to your hips as you felt yourself pressed against a firm chest and a mean smile that spelled mischief.

“Theo!” you called, hand smacking down against his chest in disapproval and the vampire could only laugh, enjoying having startled you so as he kept his hand against your lower back to keep you in place.

“It looked like you were tipping yourself over, I thought to help,” he teases. Adding action to his words he tips you over indeed, planting a kiss on your lips just for the added dramatic effect. It left you with little imagery and a flush on your face, accompanied with a wince as you rubbed the soreness in your hips. Lovely as his offer had sounded you hadn’t told the man yet what you were up to, or why you were stretching, feeling rather embarrassed at the thought of.

But it didn’t seem like Theo was in need of any explanation. He didn’t even demand an explanation from you as the concern was clear in his eyes when he released you from his hold. Rubbing circles in your sore spots the man moved on to hold your wrist as he led you down to the floor, to where your yoga mat was. “The next one is the lunge, not?” he questions, and you can only groan at the fact that he had figured you out and the routine so quickly. Though, somewhere you could appreciate it as well, glad for the support he had to give as you went through your stretches.

“I feel like a grandparent,” you complain in an attempt to dispel the awkwardness that had ensued from you, and Theo frowns at your words as he helps you into position, sometimes pushing or pulling your limbs into place.

“If anything, I could have been your grandfather twice over,” the man responds, and you sigh deeper at that, remembering the gap between the eras of your birth and the eternal good looks he had been granted. You didn’t respond after that, moving over to your other leg as the Dutchman continued to help out correct your position where needed. 

That was until...

“Stop moving around like a fish,” the man grunts, not appreciating the kick that you had given to his chest. By now the blush on your face had reappeared once more, your knees pulled up against your chest and your back flat on the mat. You had nearly forgotten about the last exercise of your repertoire, now wishing that the damned position didn’t exist as Theo hovered over you, a chuckle brimming from his chest as he looked down at you with a grin.

“What are you getting shy for?” he tells you, but you know as well as he does what the situation looked like from a third party view. Yet, he persists, face perfectly kept into a calm façade as he plants his hands on your knees, slowly pushing your legs down as he leans over with more mischief promised in his eyes.

“I’m just helping, am I not?” And you would have considered giving him another kick to the chest if it wasn’t for the fact that the vampire had learnt from the last round, having secured himself from another attack.

But as he helps you back up into a sitting position Theo pulls you further into his lap, his legs crossed on the mat as he carefully wraps his arms around you, the mischief from before gone. 

“Don’t hide your pain,” he tells you, blue eyes peering into yours sternly as he looks for the rest of his words, “I promised to be there with you, not?” he breathes in a sigh and you pout, feeling a little silly at your earlier insecurity. 

That was quickly forgotten as the man breaks out in a smirk, his fingers tickling your waist as he keeps you locked in his arms, and with one fell sweep he whispers the words that earns him another round of hits to his arms. But he doesn’t care and neither do you, too happy to have each other. 

“It doesn’t matter what you do, you will always be my popje.” 

[naturallytom]

Mind Games (Ex-best friend!Tom x reader haunted house au): part 4

A/N: second to last part!! I can’t believe it tbh I feel like I started this yesterday!! please leave me some asks/comments bc the ending comes out on Halloween and I'm excited for you guys to read it!! 

Warnings: angst, mentions of death (kind of?), a bit of violence at the end 

Tags:  @lover-of-books-and-teas @ive-got-some-lies-to-tell @zendayacolemen @fandoms-stuff @pignolithecookie @savethebabyseals @its-livelovelife @spideysimpossiblegirl @caitlyn-blackwell @hollandroos @spiderboytotherescue @bisexualparkers @vloggerparker @moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown @tony-starks-ego @chocolateandstorms @fuckyou-imspiderman @differentproselyricscash @thetryvlogs @spiderboytotherescue @moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown @hollandroos

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Tom made sure you were breathing after you collapsed before he too fell asleep. He woke up to a piercing scream coming from you. You were sat up, hysterical, pointing at something in front of you. 

“Hey, hey, love, you alright?” Tom soothed. You said nothing, just continued pointing shakily ahead of you. “D-Do you see that too?” You whispered, your voice shaking. “No, love, I don’t, what is it? What’s wrong?” Tom asked, rubbing your back gently. “T-There’s something there. I-I don’t k-know what it is.” You whimpered. “Can you describe it for me?” Tom inquired gently. “It-It’s not human. It’s dead. It’s crawling towards us slowly.” You whispered, curling into yourself and trying to move backwards. “Darling, it’s okay, there’s nothing-” he was cut off by another blood curdling scream from you, who was thrashing around, before you suddenly stopped, your head snapping towards Tom. “Tom, something is happening. Right now. A-And it’s happening to me. It’s something bad, Tom. Something bad is happening to me.” “W-What do you mean?” He spit out, fear taking over his own body. “Don’t you see it, Tom? This is what they do! They get inside your head, they play games. We’ve both seen things, don’t even try to deny it. We have no concept of time, hell I don’t even know if we have food or water anymore. We don’t know what’s real or not.” You cried. “That doesn’t explain why they’re doing this to you!” He snapped. “I was scared, Tom. They feed off of my fear. They’ve had this planned since the beginning.” You whimpered, your voice wavering. 

Before Tom could respond, he was cut off by the creaking of the floorboards followed by a dull thumping “Do you hear that?” Tom whispered, pulling you closer. “Uh-uh. I’ve seen that man before.” You gulped. “You have?” Tom squeaked. You didn’t respond, only shutting your eyes, prompting Tom to do the same as you held onto each other as the man passed. “Okay. You’re good to open your eyes.” You mumbled, pulling away from him slightly. “So who was that?” Tom asked, focusing on you. “I dunno. He’s just, smiling. All the time. But not a friendly grin. One that’s more...sinister.” You explained softly, making Tom nod. “Hey, um, I know this isn’t uh, the best time, but I was wondering if we could talk?” Tom mumbled, his hand going to the back of his neck. “Nothing to talk about.” You responded, your gaze following the long hallway on your right. “But there is! I know I don’t have excuses for why I stopped talking to you, but fuck, I miss you!” He said, following you as you scoffed and began walking away.

“I missed you too, Tom! Don’t you remember? I’d call you and try to talk to you at school but you’d just ignore me! I’m done, so fucking done with you and your bullshit!” You cried, making Tom flinch.

“Y/N-please, just hear me out.” He pleaded. “No. It’s not like you’ve supportive so far since we’ve been in this hell house!” you snapped.

“Oh for fucks’ sake, Y/N, can’t you just listen? Is that so difficult?” Tom finally snapped, his voice raising. “You didn’t listen to me, why should I listen to you?” You yelled, both of you standing across from each other.

“Because I love you, Y/N! I fucking love you!” Tom finally yelled out, making you freeze. “No. No no no no. That’s not fair.” You muttered, running your hands through your hair. “What?” Tom asked, his breathing slightly heavy. “I loved you too, yanno. ‘S why I kept trying to contact you, even years later.” You mumbled. “Loved? Look Y/N-” “Tom, I can’t. I can’t do this.” You whispered, your eyes filling with tears.

“Why not?” Tom asked, confused as to what was happening. “I told you before. There’s something bad happening to me and I just can’t put you through that.” You spoke quietly. Tom felt his heart burst as your compassion for him, even though he didn’t deserve it. You were right, he had been kind of a dick in the beginning.

“Listen, I’m, uh, gonna try and sleep. I dunno what time it is or what day it is, but I need rest.” You mumbled, making your way to the worn out living room, laying down on the battered couch. “Good idea. I’ll keep an eye out.” Tom responded, making you nod slightly as your eyes fluttered shut.

Tom tried to keep watch, though his mind was racing. You still had no idea about the possession or the deal Tom made with William’s ghost. Before Tom realized what was happening, he felt himself being lured away from his position by a small voice murmuring “Tommy,” over and over again. It was like he was on autopilot, he wasn’t consciously leaving you, but he wasn’t necessarily unconscious either.

The voice led Tom down to a room in the basement, unbeknownst to him, it was the worst room in the house, where most of the kids were trained in performing the rituals. William and Nancy weren’t stupid, they knew they’d die eventually, but they wanted to keep their house of horrors alive when they weren’t.

It was then that Tom woke up, once again face to face with William’s ghost, the hollow spaces where his eyes once were staring deep into Tom’s chocolate brown eyes. Tom began to panic, wondering where he was and how he ended up in the room. Before he could say anything, William had him put under another trance.

“Now Tom, you gotta watch and listen to me. I’m gonna teach you how to perform the sacrifice.”

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Meanwhile you woke up in a sweat, in a box. “Tom?” You asked, beginning to try and move around, only to find you couldn’t. Looking down, you saw your skin rotting, making you start to panic. To make things worse, when you looked up, you noticed there was a covering over you, confirming you were in a coffin. You began to panic, trying to get out. Looking around, there was one small hole, that was slowly being covered by dirt. Hearing muffled voices, you heard Tom talking to someone else. The other person was complimenting Tom for doing such a great job with you, making you gasp. Tom was the one who put you in this coffin. Thrashing around, you became hysterical as he started to call your name.

“Y/N! Y/N, wake up!” Tom called, causing you to jolt forward. “Don’t fucking touch me.” You mumbled, shaking his hands from you. “What? Why?” He asked, taken aback at your hostility. “You’re only going to hurt me.” You spit, moving away from him.

“Y/N- I love you! I would never hurt you.” Tom argued. “You don’t love me, Tom.” You shook your head. “Yes I d-” “You avoided me for years, Tom! You just completely abandoned me!” You cried, shaking from frustration and fear of your realistic nightmare. Tom sighed, letting his head drop. He knew you were right, but he really did love you. Just because he stopped talking to you didn’t mean he didn’t think of you. He thought of you every day and how much he messed up. He wanted to reach out, try to talk. But as time went on, he gradually accepted that you hated him for his actions and you moved on, until he made the bold move to invite you and Olivia to his house. He hoped to reconcile with you that night, but instead you were lured to your current hell and things between you weren’t getting much better. You were physically weak and fragile, small bruises covered your body and dark bags covered your eyes, a sign of the physical tolls this house had taken on your body. But Tom knew just how strong you were for enduring what you had endured in this house so far.

“Y/N, I know you’re upset and I understand why and I promise you when we get out of here, you can move on and I won’t bother you ever again, but we need to work together to get out of here.” Tom spoke gently and quietly, making you nod. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.” You said softly.

With the knowledge that someone had managed to escape before, you and Tom began finding your way to the door you thought you came in through. You found lots of doors, all of them leading to dead ends, most of them walls. Both of you tried to block out the thought that there were bodies behind those walls, knowing whoever didn’t die in sacrifices or of lack of food and water was often sealed in the walls while they were alive and left to die.

“Tom I think we should give up.” You muttered, feeling tired and dizzy. “No way, Y/N. There’s gotta be a way out of here,” Tom replied, the two of you finding a door that looked the same as all the others, Tom opening it. Instead of being greeted with a wall, you were greeted with the woods. The outside. Finally, you could feel fresh air against your faces, you could smell the crisp autumn air. Tears filled your eyes as you turned to Tom, who looked disappointed.

“Why do you look upset? Tom we can get out of here!” You cried, still grinning. “Y/N, no, that doesn’t lead outside. This is the room where they perform sacrifices.” He said, giving you a look. You felt tears fall from your eyes as your glimpse of the outside world decayed to an unfamiliar room to you, but one that seemed vaguely familiar to Tom. “No, no no no. T-This led outside. T-There’s no way-” You breathed out, tears falling down your cheeks.

“Tommy.” A voice spoke, chills running down your spine.

“Tom who’s tha-” You got out before Tom hit you over the head with something, rendering you unconscious.

[impossiblerebelblaze]

So me and rowan we’re talking about this idea earlier so: After the revolution (maybe slightly before) rowan sets up his own little store. Nothing big or fancy, just a nice cozy little Knick-knack store. Just your average little store right? But, there’s a catch. He only employs deviants. The place is one of second chances, somewhere for Androids to feel safe and accepted whilst making enough money to support themselves. Running with the idea that the store was started slightly before the revolution, one day rowan is at the store, one or two Androids working or chatting when a police officer comes by. “Weve heard reports that the Androids you have working here are deviants, mind if I just take a look?” The officer asks, and rowan somewhat reluctantly agrees. For whatever reason the officer decides although the Androids there didn’t seem to be deviants that he still had plenty of evidence to shut the place down. Rowan after heating this just laughs, smirking as he replied to the slightly unsettled officer. “You think you could shut this place down? Do you have any idea who I am?” He asks. The officer cautiously reply’s a hesitant “…no” and rowans smirk grows into a full on smile, leaning over the counter “…well, you know Elijah kamski, inventor of the Androids, huge fuckin’ nerd with the shiftiest taste in music and oh! One of the richest men in the world?” He pauses, pulling out his phone to display a selfie of the two of them together grinning with one of the Chloe’s frowning in the background “he’s my fucking boyfriend. Trying to get this place shut down is a loosing battle, so I suggest you leave here with no reports of anything out of the ordinary and you might keep your job.” The officer nods silently before turning to leave. Rowan relaxes visibly, Turing to the two Androids “sorry guys, but that shouldn’t happen anymore. If anything like that happens again and I’m not here, call me. I don’t want any of this shit in here okay? This should be a safe place for you guys and I never want you to feel threatened in here” the Androids smiled at him, thanking him for the safe space before rowan grabbed a pair of tacky plastic sunglasses from one of the displays “great, let’s have some more fun!” Agh again I hope this is okay, it’s like 12 am here (or close enough anyway) so my brain is not all here

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I AM WHEEZING THIS IS SO IN-CHARACTER FOR ME?? I AM IN TEARS I LOVE THIS SO MUCH THA N K YOU

[aahhlliiss-writes]

As You Are (Requested)

“Could you do like where his girl is insecure and H is super sweet and fluffy about it?”

Just a wee heads up, this one gets a little smutty near the end. Hope you enjoy!

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1987 words.

Harry smiled as he pressed his finger to the ‘share’ button in the corner of his screen, watching as the image of him and his partner in crime pressed up close to each other, giggling, uploaded itself to his instagram. It was a big moment for him. He liked to keep his private life private, but they had been together for a year to the day and Harry felt like it was time to share this with more than just his friends and family. His followers were eager to consume any information they could get their hands on, and this was something he wanted them to know. He wanted everyone to know. He would shout about his one true love from the rooftops if he could.

The likes were instantaneous, the picture flooded with heart eye emojis and encouraging comments, and Harry spent a couple of minutes scrolling through them, the sincere support of so many people lit up on the screen before him. Sure, there was an outraged or straight up rude comment here and there but Harry was pretty well versed in how to keep his head above all that. Sometimes, if his mood was low after a particularly shitty day, a comment would hit a nerve, but he had such a great support system of friends who were well accustomed to his kind of fame and knew exactly what he was going through, so he was able to vent and then get over it pretty quickly.

Exiting out of instagram, he went into his recent calls, her beautiful name sitting right at the top of the list. He called her, lifting the phone to his ear and listening to the rings, imagining the sound of her ‘Second Hand News’ ring tone going off and her scrambling to get her phone from whatever place she had managed to leave it this time. “Harry! Hey,” she answered. Even her voice made Harry smile, and he flopped back against his bed comfortably. “Hey miss. D’ya see the picture?” he asked eagerly. There was a pause. “Love?” he prompted, leaning up on one elbow. “Yeah. I saw it,” she answered. “Very sweet of you,” she said finally, and Harry slumped back again, relief flooding through him. “I though’ maybe you didn’ like it,” he said, smiling as if she could see his expression.

That was last they spoke of it as the conversation turned naturally from the picture to how their days had been, how shitty her boss was, and when they would see each other again. They talked and talked, as they often did, and time got away from Harry.  There was a lull in the conversation and he yawned, looking down at the leather watch on his wrist, eyes widening as he took in the time. “Fuck! It’s almost midnight!” he said, sitting up straight. “Love, I’ve got ter go. Big day t’morrow. But, I’ll see yer t’morrow night? I’ll come ter yours?” he suggested, waiting for her response. “Sounds good. Love you Haz,” she answered. “Love you ter the moon an’ back,” he murmured, taking a second to savor the exchange before hanging up, his heart and mind filled with thoughts of her.

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Harry turned the key in the lock, gently opening the door and peering through the entrance into the open space before him. “Love? Miss?” he called, shutting the door behind him, dropping his keys next to hers on the small hall table. “M’in my room,” he heard, and he smiled, following the familiar voice into the bedroom he knew so well. The bedroom they had spent many hours wasting time together in, talking about their hopes and dreams, confessing their silliest secrets, making the sweetest love.

Harry grinned at what he saw, the girl he knew so well wrapped up in a blanket, hair up in the messiest of buns with curls escaping wherever they could, glasses slowly slipping down her freckled nose, fingers tapping away on her ancient laptop which she refused to update, despite Harry’s many earnest offers to replace it for her. Harry flopped down next to her, pressing a kiss to her cheek and peering at the screen. “Whatcher workin’ on there miss?” he asked, trying to catch a glimpse of the rows of words on the plain word document. She slammed the screen shut, cheeks flushing light pink. “Just journaling. Had so many thoughts tonight that I couldn’t keep up with just a pen and paper,” she answered, placing her laptop on her bedside table.

It wasn’t lost on Harry that she refused to meet his eyes, or that she seemed to stiffen when he brushed against her. “Hey…” he murmured, a hand cupping her cheek, tilting her head towards his own. “What’s goin’ on in tha’ head of yours?” he asked gently. She sighed, shaking her head. “I… I don’t want to talk about it,” she whispered. He paused for a moment, before sighing, slightly bewildered by her response. There had never been a time before this when she had refused to talk. She always told him exactly what was on her mind, and he did the same with her. They shared everything, so for her to close up like this was almost frightening. “Love. What’s happened?” he asked again.

She sighed shakily, her eyes filling with tears that Harry could tell she was desperately trying to hold back. “I-I… That picture,” she stammered. “The comments. They’re so m-mean. And I know I should be able to just g-get over it you know, cause you are so good at ignoring t-them and I wish I could be like t-that but I just can’t! I m-mean, I know I’m a little on the bigger s-side and I know that I don’t look like what they want m-me to look like… I’m n-not Kendall, or Taylor, or… I don’t m-model. A-and they think I’m not good enough… And… Like y-you’re just with me because it’s good for your i-image which I keep trying to tell myself isn’t t-true but I can’t get it out of my head. And I k-know when I look up at y-you, now you’re going to b-be so sad and disappointed and I’m s-sorry but… This wh-whole thing h-has made me feel s-so ugly,” she finished, breaking into soft tears.

Harry was completely taken aback, trying to wrap his head around the confession that she had just blurted out, his head reeling with anger and sadness and an overwhelming desperation to make the beautiful girl before him see exactly how he felt about her. “Hey. Listen ter me. When I firs’ met you, I genuinely couldn’t take my eyes off of yer. You know tha’ right? You were the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. M’not gunna sit here and pretend that I don’ see you, and see what yer look like. I know exactly wha’ yer look like, and I love it. You are so sexy, an’ soft, an’ warm, an’ you’re all curves and smooth skin an’ you smell so good. An’ when I first looked at you, I thought how much I wanted to feel you. An’ then I talked to you, an’ impossibly, you were just as sexy inside. An’ funny, an’ sweet, an’ smart, an’ independent,” he paused, shuffling closing and taking her hands, kissing them both before continuing. “I will never care abou’ wha’ is said about us an’ our relationship I don’ care wha’ anyone thinks. Why would I? I am so madly in love with you, my sweet girl,” he murmured, kissing each of her damp cheeks before finding her soft lips.

She sighed into the kiss, one hand gripping the fabric of his t-shirt, the other finding his hair, fingers gently massaging his scalp. Harry moaned into the kiss, tongue pressing into her mouth, slotting against her own. His hands found her waist, pulling her onto him so was straddling him, his fingertips running over every inch of her skin that he could find before sliding under her baggy t-shirt, pulling it up over her head, breaking their kiss. She was completely naked under it, her bra long discarded, and he felt himself hardening under her as he took her breasts in. His hands came up to cup them, thumbs rubbing over her quickly hardening nipples. “Fuck,” he murmured, hands moving back to her waist, her own hands tugging his t-shirt off before their lips met again, resuming the deep kiss.

Harry wrapped his arms around her, flipping her round, her legs hoisted up around his waist. He ground down against her core, erection rubbing against her. “Fuck…” he mumbled again, lips finding her neck, sucking and kissing the soft skin. “H-Haz,” she whimpered, hands running over his naked back. “Fuck me,” she pleaded, tilting her head back. “No’ yet,” he murmured. “Gunna make you feel so good firs’ baby. Show yer how fuckin’ beautiful you are. Curves and all,” he mumbled, kissing along her collarbone before making his way down her frame, settling between her legs, an arm wrapping around her thigh.  “You’re wet,” he stated, kissing her through her underwear. “All wet. Who go’ you this wet, sweet thing?” he murmured. Her hand found his hair, fingers combing through the thick curls. “You,” she breathed, squirming slightly, her hips pushing up towards him. “Mm… Good girl,” he smirked, pulling the underwear the side, taking her in. “What a sweet, wet pussy you have…” he hummed, pressing kisses to her pubic bone and all around her clit, before dipping his tongue between her glistening folds, licking a slow, hot stripe up her core. She moaned, tugging on his hair, and Harry chuckled against her, his erection raging on, trapped in behind a tight layer of denim.

But now was not the time for him, this was all about her. Making her feel good. Showing her how beautiful he found her. He attached his lips to her clit, gently sucking and nibbling, before flicking his tongue out back and forth against the throbbing bundle of nerves as quickly as he could. Her hands left his hair to grip at the sheets either side of her, his own hands holding her hips steady as he continued his work, licking and sucking and flicking his tongue against her. “Oh shi- oh fuck!” she moaned, panting as she got closer and closer. “Gunna- I’m gunna-“ she stammered, pushing up against him. “Oh g-god, c-cumming,” she stuttered, her moans caught in her throat as her orgasm washed over her. He moaned against her, enjoying her pleasure almost as much as she did, making sure she got to enjoy every last second of her orgasm before pulling away. Pressing messy kisses to her swollen clit, his hands rubbed her sides and over her stomach, before making his way up her familiar figure. He grabbed his discarded t-shirt, wiping his mouth before pressing his lips to hers. Her arms slung lazily around his neck, her cheeks and chest glowing from post-orgasm bliss.

“D’ya see how little I care wha’ they think, sweet thing?” he murmured, pulling away to meet her eyes. She nodded, grinning up at him, her chest till heaving. “Mm. Definitely,” she giggled breathlessly, pecking his lips. He was straining desperately against his jeans now, and he knew she could feel it, but finishing this conversation was more important to him. “An’ if yer ever feel shitty abou’ this beautiful body of yours, yer gunna tell me straigh’ away, yes?” he asked in earnest, eyes wide as he waited for her to agree. “Yes,” she nodded, “especially if you do that every time,” she giggled, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Good,” he grinned, relaxing slightly and nuzzling in against her neck. “Now, how about you get those jeans off and show me that pretty cock of yours,” she hummed, grinning as he moaned against her skin in response.