#I just need someone to fucking care about me

[bamsara]

trod au ramble u can ignore

when i say slowburn in an enemies to friends to lovers for Trod I mean slowburn. 300k before Narinder even openly admits he cares for the Lamb, and Lamb actually opens up more than just a shield of positivity and another 100k of character growth, drama, complicated intricacies of grief and anger to communication. The Lamb has boundaries and sticks by them constantly in trod, they're not a pushover, but they don't blow up and react in explosive anger the same way that Narinder does and they are mistaken for soft by him for it, when it's him having to be the one who is constantly re-evaluating his priorities and his behavior because the lamb isn't taking shit from him, despite patience and love, and he's put in this position where he's allowing the grief and the hurt to keep hurting himself and the Lamb in the process, until he risks losing them and Narinder makes the active decision to work on himself. They HAD a healthy, wonderful friendship before, he cared for them. He still does. He wishes he didn't but god he still does.

but i dislike when characters do one change or have one realization and suddenly they're super nice. no I want them to be continuously complex. I want their bad habits and miscommunication to not instantly or quickly disappear, I want continuous effort from the wronger. do you hear me. CONTINUOUS EFFORT. that means a character fucking up again and again and relasping and changing and cursing and being like well he doesn't need to be any different because its not his fault then going back and being like. no. it was my fault. i am wronged and I am the wronger. i need complexities. Let us not forget the definition of 'enemy' in the enemies to friends to lovers here. if they start off soft then where is the growth. Where is the room for growth I want. Where is it.

they get to the processing of emotions they haven't allowed themselves to feel properly for centuries to take this friendship gone sour by betrayal, plagued by anger and hurt to something slowly blooming back into trust and care and soft until eventually its this healthy love of these uberly overpowered pair of gods

Trod bad end is when Narinder just speed runs the 'rehabilitation' part of the rehabilitation of death' and it circles back to him going feral in the head. Still an asshole? okay your lamb is gone. regret your pride and ego because the patient love you were afforded is gone forever and the last memory you gave them was not the love you could have given them but it will be the love that destroys mortality to get them back.

amnesia au Narinder is just happy to be here. no betrayal, no angst. eventually when his memory does return and he gets caught pretending he doesn't remember just so he can be sweet to them without his pride in the way will force a conversation that will essentially fix the horrific communication these two have. speedrun trod x2

Current Trod Narinder is a emo angsty bastard who's rightfully hurt at being imprisoned and (in his heart) betrayed by someone he trusted dearly (again) while Post-Trod Narinder is still a feral bastard but with truly un-constipated, true equal love for the Lamb that wears a wedding ring made of his own blood to the tune of 'i miss my wife tails' and got a praise kink

but if its not absolute hell getting to that point then WHAT IS THE POINT

and all these are mostly about Narinder but don't even get me started on the Lamb's issues. That sheep thang is hiding shit.

Except I can't talk about the Lamb's hiding issues Too Much yet unless you've been in my art streams and have seen some of my comics, then IYKYK but aaaaaaaaaaUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHG

[kenntolog]

𝝑𝝔 an: ALRIGHT GUYS finally something angsty and involving an argument or smth vaguely saying that ahem ANYWAYS!! suku here is a bit of an ass but he will redeem himself guys dont worry. i love you all!! to the new readers — read more here!!

“can you piss off already?”

“i’m not in the mood, go fucking yap to someone else.”

“we wouldn’t be doing this shit if you just stopped being so fucking clingy!”

the hurt flashing in your big eyes tells him that he shut his mouth a little bit later than he initially should have.

sukuna sighs when you run out of the room, unable to hold in your sobs like you usually would, and sits down on the couch of your living room. to be honest, he doesn’t even know what came over him at this moment. or for the last half an hour he’s been pouring all of his anger at you.

recalling the previous week is not the most pleasant thing, but that’s all he can do right now to cool down. there is nothing to reminisce about; it’s been a very frustrating week, where jin was a lot busier than usual, their old man needed more care, the worry for yuuji being left alone ate both of them from inside and out, work has become more annoying than fulfilling, and all sukuna wanted to do was to be left alone, which is why coming over to your place was a mistake.

not because of you, but him. he could’ve texted you that he is tired and is going home instead, yet somehow his mind was stuck on seeing you tonight and his muscle memory led him to the familiar warmth of the street you lived on. it didn’t comfort him, like usually.

sukuna never thought he could scream at you like he did. you probably never thought either; the genuine fright and terror on your face told him a million of things, a million stop signs, yet he only continued going off on you.

you just expressed to him how you wanted to spend a little more time with him, how you wanted to help him decompress and relax, how much you cared about him — you didn’t deserve his ugly yelling and his angry attitude.

oh man, he fucked up.

he rubs his face roughly, barely able to stop himself from tearing his skin off, and stands up from his spot. for a minute, he contemplates whether he should even try to fix anything tonight — if you would even want that.

sukuna presses his ear against your door, hand tugging down the handle simultaneously, but to no avail. as disappointment washes over him, he realises that you’ve locked the door. is it a sign that he should just go home? probably.

he can’t do that though.

he knocks, loud enough for you to at least notice, “baby? can you let me in?”

sukuna doesn’t know that on the other side of the door, you barely stop yourself from jumping off the bed to open the door for him. your heart beats rapidly in your chest as you press your back into the headboard, clutching the blanket tighter as you gnaw on your bottom lip, stifling down your sobs.

you want to let him in so badly despite how much he hurt you.

it’s something you can’t control, something that has you curling into yourself, as far as you can so you can ignore the twitching in your limbs and keep yourself away from him. you only wanted to help and seeing his anger being directed at you made you further confused about what you did wrong.

subconsciously, you know that it’s not about you. but you still can’t stop yourself from thinking that maybe… maybe sukuna needs a girlfriend who is less overbearing than you. someone who understands him better, understands when they need to back off and let him be, and not try to fix everything with their love. maybe.

you bury your face in your pillow, effectively muffling down your cries while sukuna continues to knock on your door from time to time.

he guesses that you fell asleep so he stops knocking as he sits down on the floor with a small groan. the couch looks a lot more inviting than the hard floor, however sukuna can’t bring himself to be too far from you so he finds that it’s okay, he’ll wait for you.

he doesn’t even know when he falls asleep; realising that he was, in fact, sleeping when the door behind him suddenly opened and he is fully sprawled over the floor. “fucking hell—“ he curses under his breath, rubbing the remnants of sleep from his face before he glances up, meeting your nervous gaze. with the pain in his whole body forgotten, sukuna stands up abruptly, his face softening when he notices how you step away from him.

“sukuna? were you… sleeping on the floor?” you ask, your voice sounding a little hoarse as you look up at him unsurely.

he swallows, face scrunching up at the dryness in his mouth, and steps closer to you, closing the door behind himself.

“can we talk, baby?”

you look down and nod solemnly, walking back to your bed while he follows you like a lost puppy. sukuna’s fingers twitch with desire to touch you, any part of you. you crawl away from him though, backing yourself into the corner. covering, protecting yourself from him.

“i— uh, i didn’t mean all of that, y’know that, right?”

you stay silent, small fingers curling around the edges of your blanket.

“tell me you know it, baby, please—”

your voice comes out unsteady when you finally speak up, abused bottom lip trembling as you sniffle, “i don’t think i do, ‘kuna~”

sukuna reaches his hand out, tentative fingers creeping closer to you in an attempt to observe your reactions. your eyes follow his movements and you stare at his hand for a little while before your features fade into something too pitiful for him to grasp. as soon as he calls you by your name you start sobbing violently.

all of the hesitation leaves his mind as he immediately pulls you into himself and positions you between his spread out legs, arms wrapping around your body and tucking your head into his neck. it’s the worst feeling in the world because he is the reason why your fragile soul is rattling in hurt and agony. god, he wants to fucking punch himself in the face repeatedly, and even then it wouldn’t be enough for him to feel like he’s apologetic enough.

sukuna brushes your hair away from your face, hand sliding down to caress the side of it, but his movements still as soon as he hears your small voice,

“you didn’t have to be s-so mean about it.” you gaze up at him with eyes full of tears, “i could’ve taken your anger, but not… n-not that.”

placing a chaste kiss on your forehead, sukuna goes back to look you in the eyes, making sure his sincerity is apparent.

“‘m so sorry, baby, i don’t fucking deserve you.”

you bite your bottom lip in an attempt to stifle down another round of sobs and hide your face from him once again, arms circling around his neck.

you don’t give him a clear answer. sukuna is ready to wait for however long it takes.

[bunnis-monsters]

do you think the cow/bull hybrids would appreciate someone with thicc thighs and a big booty 😵‍💫 i got em irl and im a lil self conscious about em but

smth about a monster seeing someone with my build going "AWOOGA" does excellent things to my self-esteem

NSFW

warning: SIZE DIFFERENCE, tummy bulge, double penetration(two ds in v), breeding, pregnancy, lactation

You had just started working as a farmhand, helping carry out food for the cow hybrids and give them attention to make sure their milk production continued as usual.

They’re a bit dramatic, and if they aren’t given affection and attention, they won’t produce anymore!

So you started to spend a lot of time in the barn, stroking their cocks and milking them yourself.

It wasn’t easy work, but it paid well! It should have been embarrassing when they’d bury their head in your shoudler and moo pathetically while they filled the bucket up with cum, but weirdly enough you found it cute and endearing.

That morning, you pouted a little as you pulled up your jeans, having to jump and squirm to fit them over your fat ass. Your thighs were so plump, and your tummy poked out, to you it was annoying!

But as you strolled through the barn, giving the cow hybrids their food and chatting with the other employees, you never noticed the eyes following you as you walked.

After a few weeks of working there, you were finally allowed into the bull hybrid’s area. They were way more obvious with their staring, not caring to hide the way their cocks stood at attention when you walked by.

“Hey, heifer. You come to breed with us, huh?”

You nearly fell over when a bull hybrid pressed up against your ass, his cock slipping between your clothed thighs. “U-um, I’m not a heifer-“

You yelped when he grabbed a handful of your plump ass, squeezing harshly. “Shh, you’re a runt, aren’t you? Little thing, couldn’t keep my eyes off this fat ass of yours…”

He began to fuck your thighs, groaning into your ear. “Fuck, gonna give you a calf, okay? Bend over for me will y-“

Before he could get your pants down, a cow hybrid spotted him and charged, mooing angrily.

“H-hey! We had her first, you can’t touch!”

The cow hybrid pushed the bull, whining and grabbing at you, pulling you into his arms and nuzzling his head against your hair.

The bull huffed, pawing at the ground with his foot, but he couldn’t argue. The herds coexisted peacefully, and he didn’t want to risk a fight breaking out between them over who gets to mate you first.

The bulls would get their turn… but the cows wanted you, had earned you.

The cow guided you back to the barn, cooing and nuzzling against you, his tail wrapped around your leg. He was so big and warm, licking you with his large, flat tongue. “Come, it’s only a matter of time before the bulls get impatient. We’ll mate you first…”

It didn’t seem like you had any choice in the matter… not like you would refuse though, you were already soaking through your panties just from the encounter with that bull alone.

And seeing all the cows gather around you, stroking their cocks and running their large hands over your plump curves wasn’t helping.

“Sorry, little one. They didn’t hurt you, did they?”

One of the cows was already pulling your panties off, cupping your fat ass and lightly patting it, in awe as it jiggled.

“I’m okay… j-just…”

You whined, your pussy throbbing with need as you remembered the bull’s thick cock fucking your thighs before you were pulled away.

“Shh, shh…”

Several of the cow hybrids surrounded you, nuzzling into your neck and pushing their cocks between your thighs to fuck them. “Gonna breed you right, okay? Those mean bulls won’t be gentle with you, just a little runt… just a tiny heifer…”

You gasped as one of their fat cocks penetrated you, unable to speak before another one began poking at you, wanting in too.

The first cow fucked into you, licking your neck and mooing in pleasure as the other one whined and nuzzled in closer. They were so soft and fluffy, warm and sweet… but you weren’t sure if you could take two cocks in your pussy at once!

It seemed like it was happening anyways, a surprised yelp leaving your mouth as the second one entered your pussy, the men whining happily and fucking into you as gently as they could manage. You felt like you were being torn apart, stretched to your limits… but it felt amazing.

As they came, they were quickly replaced by others, and everyone got a turn with you, their lovely little heifer.

When your pussy was stuffed full, cum flowing down your thighs, the cows yawned and curled up around you protectively, licking your hair and trying to nest with you.

Farm work was… different after that day. The cows expected to breed you at least once a week, and within a month you were promoted, given free housing on the farm… as long as you kept the livestock happy.

During on outing, you noticed the cows acting a bit agitated, clingy to you more than usual. Despite this, they were leading you towards the bull hybrid barn, even though they had been keeping you away from it since your first encounter.

“It’s time for their turn…” one of the cows muttered with a pout. “Don’t worry, gonna keep you safe… but you gotta breed with them too… only fair…”

You were… excited. You loved the cow hybrids, but the bulls made your pussy throb in excitement.

The second the barn doors opened, all eyes were on you. You were presented before the bulls, only wearing a pair of panties.

“Ain’t a heifer anymore, is she? Bred her good…”

You were a bit confused, not knowing cow terminology… what did that mean?

You didn’t get enough time to think before a bull was crouching down to inspect your warm, soaked pussy. A long, flat tongue licked along your plump folds, making you moan.

“Making cute sounds for me already… when will she start producing?”

One of the cows huffed, pawing at the ground as he approached. “In a few months… once she’s showing you can’t have her, too rough. She’s little, just a runt.”

The bull rolled his eyes, standing at his full height. “Let me see that pretty pussy of yours, little one. Bend over.”

You obeyed, bending over and whimpering softly as he pushed one of his fingers into your needy cunt. “Sucking me in…”

He pulled his finger out, his cock twitching at the wet squelching sound your fat pussy made. “Fuck… needy little thing, aren’t you?”

When he finally pressed his cock against your pretty hole, the size difference between the bull hybrids and cow hybrids became apparent.

The bull was absolutely gigantic, towering over you as he started to push in. The stretch made you whimper and cling to one of the cow hybrids for comfort. Even when two cow hybrids had fucked into you at the same time, it was nothing compared to this!

The bull bottomed out inside you, licking at your neck and cheek with his massive tongue. It was almost difficult to breathe with his cock fucking into you, but it also felt so goddamn good that all you could to was blubber out pleas for more.

The cow hybrids fussed over you, holding your chubby belly as it bulged slightly each time the bull’s hips snapped against yours. They seemed more worried over you than usual, giving you kissing and playing with your throbbing clit.

By the time the bulls had all had their own turn, you were limp, your ass in the air as cum flowed down your fat thighs. You’d never felt so full, so stuffed before…

And you loved it.

Life was different for you after that. You learned a few days later that the reason behind the cow hybrids’ overprotective nature lately was due to you being pregnant with a calf.

As your belly grew heavy and swollen, it seemed you never got a break from your tits being suckled at. You produced so much milk due to being pregnant with a calf, more than any human woman was supposed to.

So you spent most of your days being fawned over, a cow or bull hybrid at your tit and sucking softly. You were always keeping someone’s cock warm, and you couldn’t be happier.

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Hello! Hope you're okay :D

First your writeing it's so good and i love it, and this is mu first time asking you for a request :)

So idk if you aleady did this, i don't remember reading it but i wanted to know how do you think Damian would react when he finally meet his brothers partner?

When JASON borough you home, Damian wasn’t certain whether he was seeing the same perpetually annoying Jason, especially when he watched him look at you as though you were the only one in the room.

It was something completely new, for as long as Damian could remember Jason was a man who held great resentment and anger within himself, which often resulted in making him prone to rash decisions and act out on his self destructive tendencies. So seeing him smile with you, laugh with you, joke with you was a side to him that only Dick had told him stories about.

Damian wasn’t fond of trusting anyone outside of his own family, but he’d be stupid to not see that you were an extremely positive influence on Jason, and soon found himself hoping that his brother wouldn’t be the one to fuck this up via self sabotage. However he didn’t have to fear that being the case when he saw the way Jason seemed more at peace by your side then he ever did in his entire life, his shoulders were no longer hunched and the furrow in his brow was less prominent, his jaw was no longer clenched and is more relaxed.

It was as though Damian was looking at a completely different person and he couldn’t help but find himself being thankful to you for having such unwavering patience with Jason and secretly hopes that you continue to do so for the nearby future. Damian could clearly see that you helped Jason through the moments that he wouldn’t dare bring up to his own family and while that hurt, he’s glad that Jason wasn’t alone with his thoughts anymore and was able to carve out a future with you.

‘They’re good for you Todd.’ Damian said once you were out of earshot.

‘I’ve known that since the moment they didn’t shy away from my scars and brokenness.’ Jason told his little brother.

‘You’re not broken.’ Damian corrected as he saw the look upon Jason’s face as he looks at you play with Titus, ‘ you’re healing.’

When TIM brought you home Damian didn’t know that he even got a partner, he didn’t bother to think that Tim was capable of engaging in a romantic relationship with anyone, given how co-dependant he was with that stupid laptop of his.

Damian understood that Tim and himself didn’t have the best of relationship, it wasn’t perfect and it wasn’t exactly ideal for two people who were meant to be considered ‘siblings’, but Damian didn’t want him to be mistreated by anyone regardless.

So when he began to take notice how you took care of Tim without it being overbearing or controlling in the slightest, you made sure he ate properly and took adequate rest whilst letting him uphold his responsibilities. You trusted Tim to take care of himself when you knew you were out of your element and he trusted you to keep ahold of his heart no matter what, and Damian could see that in the way you would boast about Tim as though he was gods gift to humanity; Which to you he very much was with a side order of sarcastic wit.

You reminded Tim that he was more then what he could give to other people, a lesson that Damian truly believed Tim needed to learn and if he learnt that through your relationship then that was good enough for him.

‘I didn’t know you were capable of being in a relationship.’ Damian told Tim and he sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.

‘Thanks Damian, much appreciated.’ He said sarcastically.

‘You didn’t let me finished Drake,’ Damian told him before continuing, ‘however I’m…glad that you found someone who makes you sees your worth.’

Tim smiled softly. ‘Thanks Damian.’

When DICK brought you home, Damian was quick to follow you throughout your visit to the manor in hopes of getting a good gauge of your character, he valued Dick as his brother and wasn’t just about let him date anyone he decided to pick up from the side of the street one day on a whim.

Damian wasn’t exactly trusting towards you at first -despite the many stories Dick had told him about you- genuinely thinking that by next week Dick would’ve dumped you and bring home another one of his short lived romances, and seeing as how commitment wasn’t exactly a thing Dick was well known for. So he wasn’t expecting much to come out of your visit but when he saw just how happy Dick was with you, holding your hand, practically glued to your side and just acting like an human version of a puppy dog whenever he was with you it was almost sickening; well it was but you get the point.

Not once did Damian see Dick’s adoring eyes wander from you, he was completely entranced by anything and everything you said as though it was gospel. You both were the epitome of lovesick and Damian didn’t know whether he should be happy that it seems as though Dick found someone whom he could be genuine with and no be judged, or be grossed out by how much pda you do.

It was a tossup between the two but Damian found himself gaining some form of respect for you throughout the day and soon would in your corner for most of your playful disagreements.

‘Oh come on Damian, you’ve barely known my partner for a day and now all of a sudden your pally pally?’ Dick whines as Damian stood by your side.

‘So? It’s obvious they’re the one in charge of this relationship.’ Damian replied and you could’ve busted out laughing at Dick’s expression afterwards.

[jadeiteee]

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Pairing/s: Max Verstappen x fem!reader

Summary: Max just won his first Wdc so you boom shakalaka🎀🎀 

Warnings: 18+only, fingering f!receiving, abnormal amount of pet names (begging for someone to call me princess😔😔), use of daddy (your girl is desperate ok.) A TON of smuts,pwp, not beta read we die like redbull car rn🎀🎀, 

Word count: 1705

Author’s notes: this is the first time I write this detailed smut and I need holy water rn. (Was giggling and blushing writing this.) 

“MAX VERSTAPPEN FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER IS CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!” The voices echoed as you tried to process the information—your boyfriend had just won his first championship. You jump to his hug as soon as he arrived at the paddock, not giving a fuck that he is sweating buckets. 

He pulled you in for a kiss, a sloppy one. His lips crashed against yours, not caring about the team members who were celebrating. Nothing else matters, it feels like the world revolves around you.

“You should take a shower, your smell is….. not entirely pleasing right now” you giggled, wrinkling your nose playfully.

"I'll take that as an invitation to join me then." He chuckled at your flustered face, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

You quickly look around, checking if the team members heard Max’s words. "Shut up," you glare at him, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement playing on your face.

Later that evening, the celebrations continued at a high-end club in Abu Dhabi. The atmosphere was electric, filled with the pulsating beats of the music and the buzz of excitement from the day’s events. The bar was full with the red bull families, the high still lingering in the air.

Max dragged you into the dance floor, somewhat intoxicated. “You’re drunk” you giggled

He grinned, swaying slightly to the music. “Maybe a little,” he admitted, wrapping his arms around you. “But I’m also ridiculously happy.”

You smiled, letting him spin you around. The club lights danced off his eyes, which were still shining with the thrill of victory. “You deserve it,” you said, leaning in closer. “You’ve worked so hard for this.”

Max pulled you even closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Thankyou for always supporting me, Schat.” he whispered.

As the music thumped around you, you found yourselves lost in the moment, celebrating not just the win, but everything you’d been through together.

Eventually, the night began to wind down, and you found yourselves at the back of a taxi, drunk. The city lights of Abu Dhabi flashing by as you drove through the quiet streets.

Arriving at the hotel, Max paid the driver as you stumbled out of the taxi, still feeling the buzz of the evening. The cool night air greeted you as you stepped onto the sidewalk, the bustling city now quieter in the late hours.

You leaned on each other for support as you made your way through the lobby, sharing quiet giggles and stolen kisses. Finally, you reached your room, and Max fumbled with the keycard before unlocking the door.

You collapsed onto the bed with a sigh of relief, the comfort of the room enveloping you. Max joined you, a contented smile on his face.

“We need to celebrate this,” you said, smiling knowingly at him. With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you flipped both of you over, straddling him as you settled on top.

Max grinned up at you, his hands finding their place on your waist as he looked up at you with adoration. "I like the sound of that," he said, his voice low and husky.

You leaned down, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, your hands tangling in his hair. The taste of victory lingered on your lips, mixing with the sweetness of your love for each other.

Feeling the heat between you, you began to grind your hips against his, a low groan escaped his lips as he arched up to meet your movements. The tension between you intensified, desire igniting like wildfire as you lost yourselves in the heat of the moment.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice husky with desire, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he pressed up against you, matching your movements with his own.

His hands roamed over your body, his touch setting your skin ablaze with sensation. You moaned softly against his lips, the sound mingling with his own as you surrendered to the pleasure coursing through you.

“Max” you moaned out as his hand slipped inside your dress, removing it in a flash. Your skin tingled at his touch, every caress sending shivers down your spine.

He threw your dress to the floor, not giving a fuck about your 4 digit dress (I give a fuck though😔😔) , His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of marks. Your breath hitched as his fingerspinched your nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

“Max..” you moaned out,fingers tugging at his team merch (when is this man ever wearing anything else anw) signaling him to take it off.

Max grinned at your eagerness, quickly complying with your request, the air between you grew heavy with anticipation.

He quickly discarded his shirt, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss, his tongue sweeping on your bottom lips, demanding access.

You parted your lips willingly, your tongue clashing together in a battle for dominance as his hand roamed across your body before finally settling for your ass, squeezing it playfully.

Breaking the kiss, leaving trails of kisses down your neck,his fingers smoothly slipping inside your panties, pulling it down in a swift motion. 

Max grinned mischievously before swiftly flipping you, settling himself on top of you. 

As his fingers traced along the delicate skin of your inner thighs, a shiver of anticipation coursed through your body. His touch igniting a fire inside you.

His fingers teased your clit, drawing a gasp from your lips. "You're so wet schat, you are practically dripping." he murmured, a smirk growing on his lips as he looked into your eyes.

Your breath hitched as he inserted two fingers at the same time, his thumb circling your clit.

Your body arched off the bed as pleasure surged through you, every stroke driving you closer and closer to the edge. 

"Max," you moaned, your voice a breathless plea, "need more, please." 

He responded with a wicked grin, his movements becoming more rapid. The room filled with the sound of your moans and the lewd sounds of his fingers inside you, the air thick with the scent of sex. 

His fingers abusing your insides while his thumb circles your swollen clit, overwhelming your senses. 

"Max! I'm close!" You moaned, your fingers tightening in his hair as your walls clenched around his fingers. Your body trembles with anticipation as you feel your climax approaching.

He curled his fingers inside you, hitting your G-spot with precision, a cry of ecstasy escaping your lips as your eyes rolled back in pleasure.

“Come for me, schat,” Max urged, his voice husky with desire.

That was all you needed to hear. The waves of pleasure hit you hard, your body convulsing with the force of your climax. 

"Max!" you screamed, your body arching uncontrollably in pleasure, a white-hot flash blurring your vision. 

You struggled to catch your breath, your body spent from the intensity of that mind-blowing orgasm.

He pulled out of you, maintaining eye contact with you as he sucked his fingers clean, a smug smirk painted on his lips . “You taste delicious, liefde.” 

“Max.. I need you” you moaned, feeling the ache of desire pulsing through your veins, your core throbbing with anticipation.

Max's eyes darkened with desire as he hovered above you, his gaze locked with yours. He swiftly unbuttoned his pants, the urgency fueling his movements. He swiftly freed his hard cock from his boxers, his dick leaking with precum.

He hissed as his cock sprung free, the cold air sent a shiver down his spine.

You drooled at the sight of his throbbing cock, feeling your arousal dripping down your thighs.

"Max... need you inside, please," you whined, grinding against the bed, desperate for some friction to relieve the ache between your legs.

“Yeah? So desperate for my cock hmm? Want daddy to stuff his cock inside you? Make you feel full princess?” He grinned at the sight of you, a whimpering mess for his cock.

“Daddy please…” you begged, the ache in between your legs growing each second, “I need you…” 

He smirked, “So desperate for me hmm?” He groaned as he entered you, “Fuck.. you are so tight, princess.”

You both sighed in relief as he entered you, his whole length slid in easily into you from how wet you were. 

He began thrusting slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size before picking up the pace. "Fuck, you're so pretty, schat," he murmured, grinning at the sight of you—hickeys everywhere, your makeup smeared. 

He lifted your legs and put it in his shoulder, his thrust reaching places you never knew, you could see the bulge in your stomach as he thrust into you.

“Fuck, am close” he groaned, his thrust becoming harsher and quicker as his hand slid down to your clit, rubbing circles which made you scream.

“Fuck max! A-am gonna come!” You screamed, your nails digging into his back as waves of pleasure coursed through you, your body still sensitive from the previous orgasm.

“Come with me, princess.” He groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic and desperate. His cock hit your G-spot which sent you over the edge, your cunt clenched him tightly, triggering his orgasm.

“Fuck max!” You cried out as you came together, your eyes rolling back and your back arching, your body trembling because of the intense orgasm.

“Fuck, you did so good for me schat.” He panted as he collapsed beside you on the bed, his face glowing from the sweat, his breaths heavy and ragged. You both lay down together, cuddling each other.

“You should start wearing something else other than your team gear” you muttered.

“That’s the first thing you are going to say after I gave you the best orgasm of your life?” He rolled his eyes playfully

You rolled your eyes at his remarks “self proclaimed best” you yawned

“It’s the fact” he grins, “we can go again to prove it” 

You quickly glared at him, “I am going to sleep, goodnight. I love you” you yawned

“I love you too, princess.” He chuckled as you dozed off to sleep “sweet dreams” he whispered as he kissed you on the forehead. “I love you to the moon and back.” 

[dante-mightdie]

Gurl as someone insecure I'm begging for toxic price, I need him in my life 😭

girl he’s the last thing you need in your life!!!! (same) 😭😭😭😭

c/w: reader is literally just me and my life and my thoughts, a lot of self-projection here, john is an asshole, angst, no happy ending, insecurities, mentions of smut, toxic situationship dynamic

it’s going to sound really harsh, but he really doesn’t care about you. you are a simple fuck and nothing more. he’s spent years of his life yearning for the same woman but he never had the guts to do anything about it, prioritising his career instead. now whenever he sees her, he’s filled with this self-loathing which can only be momentarily soothed by emptying his balls into the first warm cunt that’ll let him in

he knows you hate yourself each time you rush to meet him at ungodly hours, booking the uber each time no matter what the cost is. yet you do it each time he drops you a message, even if you haven’t heard from him in weeks. even if your messages go unread and unanswered, the insecure little thing he picked up form the pub last year will still run to him just for a taste of of what it’s like to actually be wanted and desired, even if none of it’s actually real

you know he uses you for sex, but part of you lives in this delusional world where you’ll be the one to coax a relationship from a man afraid to love. you’re cruelly snapped back to reality when he when he tells you to book your cab home so he can head to bed after bending you over the kitchen counter the second you walked in the door

you’re surprised any drivers will still accept you after the shameful amount of times you’ve ended up crying in the backseat on your way home. the next few nights are often spent wide awake, checking your phone every ten minutes to see if he’s even read your latest message. questioning what it was you must have done wrong last time to make him act like this. was it because of the outfit you wore? maybe he didn’t like the way you smiled at him when he answered the door. it was a bit awkward. it’s okay, you won’t do it again. you’ll be calmer, cooler. he’ll like you better next time.

it’s not that you weren’t aware of the most likely situation. which is that he’s simply an asshole who uses you because he knows you’ll give it up easily to him and that realistically it doesn’t matter how you wear your hair of the colour of your lipstick because you cannot change him. he doesn’t want to be good to you.

it was just difficult to accept, is all. just once, you’d like for it to be different. believing in fairytale love is easier than the harsh truth. the hardest part is knowing that it exists for plenty of people, just not you. which left you wondering what it was about you that was so clearly off-putting? were you undeserving of love? are you not pretty enough?

perhaps, deep down, you’re really just using him too. you’re both simply using each other as a way of dulling the nagging voices which keep you up at night. fucking each other as a way of proving that you’re not both worthless wretches, incapable of being loved and adored

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

You're mine, all mine Y/N.

Y/N x COD characters

What happens when someone tries to flirt with you and they don't have a clue that you're not alone?.

For this one I wanted to use Makarov, Soap and König.

Warning: images are not mine, credits to whoever they belong to! Spelling and grammatical errors everywhere, mentions of violence, murder but nothing specific, not a very good text but I hope someone likes it.

Makarov.

You're at the mall just walking while your boyfriend is buying a new pair of chemises as if he needed more, you stopped out of a jewelry store, there's a beautiful set of necklace, earrings and ring, incrustations of ruby and emeralds, it's pure luxury, of course you can ask Vladimir to buy it for you and for sure he will buy it because you deserve the best of the best, but, no, it's too much, too expensive in your opinion, one of the workers had seen you contemplating the jewelry and not only that, he's too focused on your beauty and that perfect body shape, oh god, he's devouring you with his eyes. You're ready to keep walking when he approaches you.

- Good morning, I see that you liked this ruby and emerald jewelry set, would you like to try it?

- Oh no, i bet it is too expensive, there's no need...

- I insist, you have a very long neck, come on darling, such a beauty like you needs beautiful accessories...

He actually doesn't even care if you buy or not he only wants to know you better, flirt, poor little guy, he doesn't have a clue of who your man is.

At the end he convinced you. You send a quick text to Vladimir to let him know where you are, while this guy asks you about your name, your work and other stuff, he thinks you're single, you already tried to mention your relationship status but he talks a lot.

Finally the necklace rests around your neck and looks beautiful over your chest, you're beautiful, you want it, of course you want it, you need to have it. But still, no, you still believe it is a lot of money for something like that.

- What do you think? Do you like it?

He runs his hands over your shoulders, you try to avoid the uncomfortable feeling of them.

- Of course I like it, but as I said before... (You sighed) I bet it costs a fortune.

- I'm not gonna lie, it is, but maybe I can give you a good discount, huh.

You look at him clearly in confusion, why would he do that?

- Why would you do that?

- Because you're very beautiful and because I have to sell it. So it's a way to help each other, don't you think?... Of course I will just ask you a little favor.

He presses your shoulder while he observes you with a malicious look.

- Excuse me?

You put the necklace carefully on the box where it was, this is not going in a friendly way, maybe it's time to mention Makarov.

- A dinner, that's all I ask in exchange.

- Oh I have a boyfr...

- Love?

Both turn back and Makarov is standing on the door. You walk to him and kiss his lips.

- Did you find something?

He asked, You try to avoid the uncomfortable moment with the poor seller and quickly you tell Makarov about the necklace and how expensive it is.

- It's beautiful... But the price doesn't convince me...

Makarov is observing the set cautiously while you explain, for a moment it looks like it's only you and him In the store, until the other guy speaks.

- Oh well, if you think it's too much I have some other cheaper if the money is the problem.

He looks pissed but not as Makarov, your man observes this guy as if it was a bug, ready to put his expensive pair of shoes over his throat to suffocate him.

You think he will punch this stupid guy, so without thinking you mention that he was talking about the discount.

- Babe, this... Young boy was telling me about a discount...

- Ahhh, really? In exchange of what?

Makarov looks at the young man in front of him, he's not happy, he intimidates just with that look.

- Sorry sir, I didn't know you were with (y/n)...

Fuck, you messed up, but you keep quiet. Vladimir looks like he wants to kill this man, how he dares to even call you by your name, where's the respect?.

- I see, well, the money is not a problem, I'll buy it...

- But, honey...

- Shh, you deserve it my love. Even better, I'll buy all you have in this store. Right now.

There are no words, Makarov looks pleased to buy you every object of the store, for a second you think he won't lose his mind killing this man or something. The bags and boxes are in the car, you don't think clearly, you're in shock. He opens the door for you and then he pretends he forgot something in the store so he asks you to wait.

Twenty minutes later he's back, once you're at home he's watching the news when you listen what happened at the mall.

«In other news, the mall will be closed this weekend, Police will be investigating the murdered and fire at the jewelry store, The owner can't explain what could happen, the cameras were sabotaged, the corpse found belongs to the seller on shift...»

- Vlad, what did you do?

- Love, You can't be serious. Do you really think I would let that guy alive? No one who doesn't respect you or me can live long enough.

Soap.

Johnny and you visit the local bar every time he's back in town, you're not the kind of person who enjoys places like this, but for love everybody needs to make little sacrifices.

Johnny leaves you while he quickly goes to get more beer, you're observing the group of men who are singing and playing the old piano of the bar, you can't deny it, it's a funny night, until...

- Hey, can I sit?

A man who you have never seen before is smiling at you, he doesn't wait for your answer and sits.

- Sorry, you can't sit here, I'm waiting for someone...

- Oh I bet he doesn't care, if he leaves you here alone... Anyway, Tell me, what's your name? Can I invite you a drink?

- No thanks, my bo...

- I don't see no one at the sight, come on, tell me your name or give me your number...

You have enough of this shit so you simply stand up, you're leaving the table when this man takes your forearm.

- Hey. Come on, give me something sweet, Dove.

You're ready to respond and curse him when Johnny appears behind you.

- Hey! That's my seat and she/he is mine too. So, fuck off.

- Man, don't be so rude, I think we can share, look at her/him, such a dessert. I wouldn't care about some relays.

This guy is stupid as hell and also very drunk, he doesn't have a clue of who he is provoking, In less than a second you're behind Soap while he breaks the beer bottle on the man's head, a bar fight, the Cherry on the cake.

Lucky for you, the bar owner is a good friend of your parents so at least you will not be kicked out of the place.

After a few punches Soap dragged that guy out of the bar, everybody is in silence, when he comes back he feels eyes on him.

He smiles and yells «Sorry for the inconveniences, but I can't handle well when someone touches my Y/n!»

And as if nothing happened everyone continues the party, the music plays again, the laughs and conversation filled the place again.

Once both are sitting and with beer on your hands again you simply look at Soap, he's a little blushed, he smiles at you and asks why are you giving him that look.

- Am I your (Y/N)?

- Shut up, you know you are, I hate that not many people understand or respect that tho!

You laugh loudly and give him a little kiss on his lips.

König.

König tries his best to not be insecure or jealous when you and him are out doing couple stuff together, he feels like he's too old for you, but you always insist age is just a number, he can't avoid the thoughts of people of your age flirting with you, taking you away from him, poor man, he really tries but some days he simply can't deal with that. And today is one of those days.

Both are at the supermarket, doing your weekly shopping. He went to look for his personal stuff, shampoo, conditioner, body soap, shaving cream, while you decide between two cereal boxes. He loves when you debate with yourself about the products you will take but sometimes you take too long, so he leaves and goes for other things while you finish.

You're observing all the boxes of cereal, you're sure you still have chocolate cereal at home, so the decision is between a healthy option or another sugar bomb.

You're debating In silence when a young man interrupts you.

- Hey, excuse me, can you help me? I don't know where to find the dish soap. I'm Tommy by the way.

- Oh, it's in the aisle 5.

That's all you say and you go back to your internal debate, when once again your thoughts are interrupted by this guy.

- Are you new in town? I think I've never seen you here before.

- No, I live here with my...

- NO WAY! I would remember that beautiful face.

You sighed, clearly annoyed but this man is not getting it. You don't continue the conversation, you simply put both boxes in your cart and continue walking. As a fly, Tommy follows close enough, asking stupid questions, your dry answers apparently don't affect him.

You find an offer about a big box full of heart shaped containers for meals but you can see it well because the box is placed on top.

You're getting angry, this boy keeps talking and asking and doesn't let you think properly. You're always too kind, you can't be rude, it's not in your nature so you try to read what the box of containers have.

Suddenly, a big shadow appears at the corner of the aisle, König is walking to you without paying much attention to what you're doing, he's reading the instructions of a new shaving cream he found.

- DADDY! Where have you been? I need some help here.

You're doing those puppy eyes he loves, so he approaches quickly, meanwhile Tommy is observing how tall your... Wait? You call him daddy, is he your father or is your boyfriend? These days it is hard to guess it.

König takes the box of containers so you can read better about what it has, while you read König finally notices Tommy's presence. With a dark look and clearly jealous he simply asks...

- Can we help you?

Tommy doesn't respond but you talk for him.

- Ah, Daddy this is... Mmm sorry I forgot your name, Bobby?

- Tommy.

- Ah, sorry, well, Tommy asked me if I knew where the dish soap was.

- So what? Can't he find it by himself?

- Yeah..., no, I mean... Well, I have to go... (He looks on your direction avoiding the jealous look König is giving him) but if your father doesn't mind can I have your number?.

He's brave... But an idiot too, looks so weak and tiny his body could easily break, that's what König thought after he heard that question. But wait... Did he say 'Father'?.

You and König look at each other and then you laugh, while König blushes and gets angrier at the same time. The young man does not understand why you laugh.

- Sorry, am I losing something?

- He is not my father, he's my...

- I'm her husband, now fuck off, rotzig. (snotty-faced)

The young boy quickly leaves without protest, meanwhile you look at König with your pretty puppy eyes full of joy and bright.

- Why are you making that face, Mein Schatz?

- Are you my husband now?

He smirks and then kisses your forehead.

- Ja! I'm your husband now, mein Leben.

- I wanna see the ring on my finger then! You're such a jealous man König, I love that.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

can we have more disowned!Jason pls??

Bruce was thankful for the drive. It gave him time to think. Mostly of things to say.

He'd sent a new washer and dryer, only to have them politely but firmly refused. Not by Jason, which he expected, but by you. You explained that it was appreciated but not necessary. And then before hanging up the phone, suggested that he donate the money to a support group for estranged parents. Electronics for the kids were similarly received- albeit less politely by Jason. Jason outright sent them back in pieces.

It was a risk, and he knew that. But by the time he pulled into town and was driving down tree-lined streets he was resolved. He had grandchildren now. He had a son who was happy. A Daughter in law... It was- well. Not a 'normal' family but, why did that matter?

There was a new baby on the way. Surely you had to need something to make it easier? College funds? Was the house paid for? He went through the options over and over. Considering the things he knew from the court documents. How you'd come to have your niece and nephew in your custody. The long sad story that got there.

You were steadfast and compassionate- that he knew. And proud. An offer that felt like charity would be rejected. Because you were doing it- or had been doing it on your own. Caring for your grandmother and then your mother. Fighting with the courts. Running a business. And raising two kids. You didn't want charity.

He pulled up on the curb and checked his watch, frowning. Both cars were still in the drive. Which was odd. Dick had told him you usually took the kids to school and opened the store.

He walked up the front steps and rang the bell. Greeted by the cacophony of dogs barking and Jason grumbling as he lumbered to the door.

Jason rolled his eyes when he saw Bruce at the door. "Not now-"

"I come in peace," Bruce said holding up his hands.

"Now's not a good time," Jason said, picking up the Yorkie before she could bolt out the door.

"What happened?" Bruce asked, heart dropping. Jason looked tense. Stressed. Upset. "Are the kids-"

"There was a break in at the hardware. Y/N was working late doing the books. Local scumbags busted in looking for tools they could sell. And copper. They didn't know she was there, so when she walked out to see what was happening, they panicked. Busted her in the face a couple times and someone kicked her stomach." Jason exhaled slowly. "Boris got to them and scared them off when he heard her struggling. And then. Fuck. As if it wasn't bad enough, his fucking heart just gave out and her dog died."

"Jason-"

"Now is really not a good time," Jason repeated, swallowing hard.

And all Bruce can do is hug him. Hard. Jason never did do well when women were in danger. When they were attacked like that. And now it was one of HIS women. His wife. The mother of his children. And she hadn't been able to call him for help. "Is... everything okay?" he asked, releasing him when Jason started to pull away.

"They kept her in the hospital for a couple days and they want to keep her on bed rest for a while. They were worried about her back and her ribs. And the stress of it all. But- mostly she just... she's worried about the baby. She's worried about the kids. And she misses Borris."

"A good boy-"

"Her best friend," Jason said, smiling a little. "And then he had to go and prove he really did love her more than me... grumpy old fucker."

"I know it's not a good time," Bruce said, not wanting to add more stress to his son. Or risk upsetting you and making it worse for you. "But if you need anything-"

"Just make sure those scumbags stay in jail," Jason said. "Because if I get my hands on them, I'll break their fucking necks."

"At least you aren't going to shoot-"

"Y/N makes me store my guns and my ammo in two separate places," he sighed. "And she moved it after Ty found it- now I don't know where it is."

[xmalfoyweasleyx]

Suspicious calls - Lucien Vanserra x reader

Summary: You call Lucien for help when he's busy with another girl. But that doesn't stop him from picking up...

Warnings: Suggestive! It's not really a modern AU, but there are phones (because the story needs the object)

You groaned at the paper lying on the desk before you. You just couldn’t figure out how to write a request for a meeting with some scholars at the Day Court. This was not really your best skill. But you knew someone who could help you with that, your best friend, Lucien. He knew about all of this boring stuff. On top of that, he was always eager to help you. He always insists you consult him when you need help, so you didn’t mind calling him this late at night. It took a moment for him to pick up, you were almost going to hang up when you suddenly heard his voice.

“Hey y/n.” 

“Hey Lu, I’m writing this letter to the Day Court, but I don’t know how to address their scholars.” you explained. It was silent for a moment, when you heard Lucien let out a soft breath. “Oh…” he breathed in a strange way. “Yeah, I can help you with that sweetie.” Why did he sound so weird? Did you wake him up?

“Maybe you should start…” another heavy breath interrupted his explanation “… you should start by explaining who you are."

“Lucien are you okay? You don’t sound okay?” you asked worriedly. Lucien only chuckled in answer, but then his chuckle turned into a soft moan. What was happening? What was he doing over there? He wouldn’t be... He couldn’t be... having sex, right? But then he moaned, “I’m more than okay y/n.”

He was. Of course he was. It was Lucien. He didn’t care about you hearing all those intimate things, he was too confident about it, you knew that. He is your best friend, but for him that means he has the right to constantly tease you. “Lucien, seriously, I can’t believe you right now,” you groan, obviously shocked.

“What’s wrong? I just picked up when you called me, right?” You could practically hear him smirking through the phone. That smug bastard. Fucking some girl while talking to you...

“I can’t believe you picked up the phone while you are fucking someone” you scolded. “Who says I’m fucking someone? I could just be pleasuring myself?” he jested. You were utterly shocked. “W-what? A-are you…” you stumbled over your words.

“No I’m not, obviously, I’m here with someone, a really good girl” he breathed out sweetly. He wasn’t talking to you anymore right now. Your mouth almost fell open, where did this man get the nerve? “So where were we? You write who you are and then you submit the request,” he explained. You couldn’t believe he kept talking to you.

Suddenly you hear Lucien groaning softly, followed by a gasp. Your cheeks flushed, as if you were suddenly aware of what was really happening. Lucien’s needy breaths and groans went straight to your core. A warmth not only filled your cheeks, but also your lower parts. You couldn’t help but imagine how he would look right now, how his cheeks were probably flushed too, how his eyes would be half lidded. The way he probably felt so good. All of this while talking to you, hearing your voice through the phone. 

But a feminine moan interrupted your imagination. You almost forgot he wasn’t just fucking someone, he was fucking another girl. Someone was there, making him feel good. Not you. It wasn’t your voice that turned him on, it was the girl currently with him. “I-I have to go” you quickly said, hanging up before he could protest.

You groaned, burying your head in your hands. You couldn’t believe this happened, and you couldn’t believe how turned on you were right now. The way Lucien moaned kept replaying in your head. Why were you imagining how he would lay there? And why did you like it that much? And most of all… were you jealous? 

You tried to shut the thoughts out. No, you wouldn’t let him win. He did this on purpose, the teasing bastard. 

******

A few soft knocks on your door woke you up from your sleep the next morning. You were still very tired, after a lot of tossing and turning, you finally fell asleep last night. You grabbed your robe and opened the door. It was Lucien.

“Ugh” you groaned, annoyed by the stupid smirk on his face and the lack of sleep you had. You turned away and walked into your kitchen, Lucien followed you. “Good morning, little ray of sunshine” he smiled sarcastically.

“What are you doing here this early?” you sighed. “Y/n, it’s 11 am” he stated. “I wanted to see if the letter for the Day Court worked out, I could write it for you if you want?” You doubted for a moment. It seemed you were both going to ignore the phone call from yesterday. Well, great, you weren’t really in the mood to acknowledge it anyway.

“Okay,” you said dryly, trying to act like you didn’t remember last night. “What’s wrong with you, you seem mad at me?” he questioned. “Just didn’t sleep well” you answered, not daring to look him in the eyes.

“Well, it seems like something is wrong” he tried again. When you turned to look at his face, you saw a big smirk plastered on it. Damnit. He knew. He knew well enough that you were affected by the phone call. You shouldn’t be surprised, he could always see right through you.

“You know what’s wrong," you grumbled. “Do I?” Lucien smirked, taking a step toward you. You felt your face heath because of his proximity, you absolutely didn’t like how it affected you. So you decided to cross your arms and look away from him again. But he only came closer, that stupid, knowing smile on his face.

“You stubborn, little girl,” he teased. The nickname made your heart beat faster. “Come on y/n, I was just teasing you a little."

“Well, I didn’t like it,” you lied. You could’ve sworn you saw some disappointment in his eyes. His face softened and he grabbed your hand, stroking your palm softly. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I didn’t mean for that at all."

You started to blush when you noticed him lick his lips and felt his hands in yours. You remembered the way he breathed and moaned last night. When Lucien noticed the redness on your cheeks, you averted your eyes quickly. “Now that I think of it, are you sure you didn’t like it? Because it doesn’t seem like it,” he chuckled.

“I-I-..” you couldn’t come up with a response, a way to deny the fact you were getting aroused all over again. “Now tell me sweetheart, truthfully. Did it turn you on? Did you like how my attention was on you, while I was a fucking someone else?” 

“No, g-gods, I-I… Just.. I was… surprised”, you panicked, his filthy words made your whole body tingle. “It was just… that girl. Who is she, by the way? I didn’t know you met someone? I bet she didn’t like it when you picked up the phone,” you suddenly rambled. “Are you jealous? Is that what this is?” Lucien smirked. “No!” you answered a little too quickly.

“Y/n listen. I may have picked up the phone on purpose. I… I wanted to rile you up a little. At first, I picked up because I was worried you were in danger, but when you were okay I decided to take the opportunity. And what I didn’t expect was that… hearing your voice, it did something to me.”

“What do you mean?” you asked. Lucien sighed, “I mean, I liked it. Hearing your voice, teasing you. You acting so innocent. I wanted to hang up. But I couldn’t stop myself from enjoying it. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, okay?”

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable.” you breathed out. “I-I liked it too. And I was jealous,” you confessed.

“You were?” Lucien seemed genuinely surprised. You nodded, “I guess I didn’t want to admit it to myself before, I know you’re my best friend, but I think… I think I have feelings for you Lucien.” You didn’t know where the courage came from. Maybe it was his proximity and the way he basically confessed how much you turned him on. 

And suddenly his soft lips were pressed against yours, his hand sliding in your hair. You couldn’t help but moan because of the feeling, your lips parting a little, the perfect opportunity for him to softly slide his tongue into your mouth. “Lucien,” you gasped against his lips. He only groaned in answer. The kiss became hungrier, more passionate. You grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer to you. But then you suddenly pulled away, Lucien still tried to chase your lips. “What about that other girl,” you ask. He frowned. “You don’t have to worry, it was purely physical, and I’m sorry I confronted you with that. I didn’t know how you felt about me.” 

“And how do you feel about me then?” you dared to ask. “Well, isn’t that obvious baby?” he smirked while guiding your hands to his pants, placing them on the hardness strained against the fabric. You swallowed, “Maybe you’ll have to show me what you would’ve done if I were with you instead of on the phone?”

“You wicked, little thing," Lucien smiled, pulling you against him.

[polyamorouspunk]

Punk’s Not-So-Aesthetic Guide To Not Killing Yourself

A lot of posts on here talk about all the things to look forward why you shouldn’t kill yourself- all the people who have yet to love you, the next release in your favorite series, the new album by your favorite band, all the places you’ve yet to see… but I know that sometimes those don’t do anything for some people.

Here’s a messy look at wanting to die. Taking away all the “positivity”, all the flowery language, and focuses on the heavy shit. Reasons that aren’t so… polite… as to why you shouldn’t kill yourself.

1. What depends on You?

What depends on you? Do you have children? Younger siblings? Pets? Hell, plants? If you did who is going to take care of them. “My brother would never let me cat starve” “my sister wouldn’t let me plants die” don’t think like that. What depends on you right now that you care for. Convince yourself that if you die no one is going to take care of that, even if it’s not true. This has been an effective strategy for me.

2. Living your best life to spite people is something that can be used more than once; killing yourself to spite someone can only be used once

There are plenty of times I’ve just wanted to hurt someone the way they’ve hurt me by pulling the ultimate guilt-trip: killing myself and blaming it on them. However you can only pull that truck once, and there are many, many people I would have liked to use this on, so unfortunately thriving it is.

3. Who is going to find you?

Someone is going to find your dead body, and that is going to scar them for life. I hate a LOT of people, but I don’t think I hate anyone enough to actually inflict the trauma of them finding my dead body on them. Plus it’s not just who finds the body. It’s hard on EMS workers, and they go through enough anyway. If you do it at home there’s going to have to be a crime scene cleanup crew that comes to your house. I know ya’ll aren’t “well that’s their job so they should deal” people. If you wouldn’t say that about a cashier or a waitress you wouldn’t say that about the crime scene cleanup crew. Crash your car? Random people are going to see that and it might trigger them. I think about driving my car into a tree or a telephone sometimes but then I think about if a stranger sees that and like man I don’t want to ruin some random stranger’s day.

4. If you fail then you get to go on a 72 hour hold, at least in America, and we all know how fun and expensive that is

Idk about ya’ll, but I sure as hell don’t need to invoke more medical debt on myself by failing to kill myself if I fuck up. That, and psych wards have sooooo many horror stories I would like to try my best to avoid them at all costs.

[johannestevans]

Laios' dick being so big it doesn't really fit in Kabru's pussy, and kabru having a little lightbulb moment and asking Mithrun if he'd let Laios fuck him

And Mithrun, who doesn't care, says, "I don't care"

Mithrun on his belly as laios, behind him, fingers him4

Biting his lip and saying nervously, "Kabru, I don't know, he seems even smaller than you--"

And Kabru, who knows Exactly what he's doing, says, "Yeah, I know, but he can take it. Right, Mithrun?"

"Mn," says Mithrun, noncommittal.

Mithrun IS very wet, is open.

Laios lining up to sink inside and immediately growling from low in his throat because it feels SO good and he wants it SO badly and he doesn't want to hurt Kabru's friend but it's so wet and so tight

And Mithrun's breath hitching, his eyes widening slightly

Kabru leaning in and murmuring against the elf's mouth, "Feels good, right? Laios, sink all the way in."

"What? But isn't that--"

"Now."

And Laios just obeys, snaps his hips forward with his grip around Mithrun's emaciated waist and sinks balls deep

Laios groaning loudly at the hot, wet heat surrounding him, so incredibly tight around his whole cock, Mithrun's pussy fluttering against his base - Mithrun wheezing, letting out a little groan, gripping at the floor underneath him "Yeah," Kabru says. "Right?"

Laios, half-feral, barely needing encouragement to start fucking savagely into Mithrun's cunt, cleaving him open, and the feeling genuinely so utterly intense Mithrun actually FEELS it, is left squirming slightly underneath it because the pleasure is dull, but he's not Used to it

And it's so overwhelming he can't forget it, can't think of other things or lose interest, he just has to take Laios' cock and let it destroy him

And then as soon as Kabru kisses his neck and plays with his cock Mithrun's coming for the first time since the Lion took him in

Laios leaning back and gripping Mithrun under the arms, up on his knees and bouncing Mithrun down on the whole length of his cock, using his weight against him, and Mithrun overwhelmed and whining, gasping, his hands twitching, his good eye watering

Kabru staring up at him eagerly, getting to watch Mithrun's body twitch and shudder and quiver, seeing the bulge of Laios' ridiculous dick through Mithrun's belly, hearing Laios bestial and eager and roaring with pleasure as he comes deep in Mithrun's cunt

Laios finally collapsing, exhausted, and Mithrun sprawled out and just watching kabru as kabru fingers him, sees how wide laios has spread Mithrun out, tongues at his cock as Mithrun twitches and shudders

And Laios genuinely so. Earnest. Has a little nap and wakes up and makes food and they eat and he's like "you feel SO good, Mithrun," and is so earnest in praising him, the muscle in his shoulders

"You were good," Mithrun says, and Laios goes a bit pink

Is unaccustomed to praise, is certainly unaccustomed to praise - or even, you know, direct speech - from Mithrun.

Mithrun leaning forward and gripping Laios by the jaw, and Laios staring into his eyes, owlish

"Do you know how you can please me next, Laios?"

And Laios gulping, because Kabru has said about him fucking someone's ass and Mithrun has a NICE ass despite being so skinny even if it's not as nice as Kabru's--

And then Mithrun is dragging Kabru by the hair to the floor between him

And saying, "His cunt now."

"Oh," Laios says as Kabru lets out an indignant noise and tries to fight against Mithrun's strength, but can't. "I'm, um, I'm too big, we already--"

"You're not," Mithrun whispers, looking down at Kabru. "You just needed suitable encouragement."

"Mithrun, I can't," Kabru hisses, "I'm not deep en--"

"I'm not much taller than he is, Laios," Mithrun murmurs. "And elves have far less vaginal depth than tall men."

"What the fuck? Laios, he's lying--"

"He wants it," Mithrun says. "Craves it - craves an element of force."

"I don't know, that seems--"

"Tell your pet zoologist, Kabru. Admit to him that you crave it - that you watched me because you wanted to imagine it, feel it a degree separated."

Kabru swallows, turns his face away. "Fuck," he hisses.

"Kabru?" asks Laios.

"He's not wrong," Kabru grinds out.

"You want me to…?"

"For fuck's-- yes, Laios. Yeah."

"Okay," says Laios, and smiles down at him. "I mean, I've wanted to. Do you think I'll be able to see it through your belly, like we could through Mithrun's?"

"I'm going to touch your cock through his belly," Mithrun tells him. "You're going to come inside him."

"I'm going to take longer," Laios says. "Um, this time, because of--"

"Good," Mithrun says. "He's going to cry on your cock."

Laios looks utterly stricken, but then Mithrun leans in and murmurs, "It is what he craves."

"It seems… unkind."

"You enjoy when he scolds you, snaps at you, orders you. He enjoys to be pushed to breaking point - and past it."

And Kabru utterly terrified because, yeah, at the end of the night he's going to be a soaked with sweat, shuddering, sobbing mess, that he's going to come multiple times on Laios' cock, that Mithrun's going to torture him as recompense.

He sits up to move, and Laios automatically bands his arm around Kabru's belly at the same time as Mithrun grips him by the throat, and Kabru lets out a bitten back grunt.

"What goes around comes around," Mithrun whispers against his mouth, then bites into a kiss.

"This is so hot I might actually die," hisses Laios in Kabru's ear, and Kabru starts laughing until Mithrun grips him by the cock at the same time as Laios bites the back of his neck, and Kabru's laugh turns into moans as he's sandwiched between them.

FIN.

[writingquestionsanswered]

Worried About Traction/Why Write?

Anonymous asked: Okay answer me this, so I've read how trad publishing is going to shit, but self-publishing I doubt I could gain any traction with. Then why fucking write, ya know? People say, "write for yourself," which sounds like a lot of goody bullshit. I want people to love my writing, I need some type of validation. So, how the hell do I get anyone to care about my stories?

Just a quick note that this ask came in off Anon, and I wasn't sure if it was meant to, so I put I'm posting it Anon to be on the safe side.

So, I don't want to get too much into the "is traditional publishing dying" debacle, because it's a conversation that's complex and nuanced and outside of my energy reserves at the moment. What I will say is that the traditional publishers--the Big Five in particular--still dominate the market, especially where print books are concerned. And although self-publishing can respond more quickly to trends and shifting tastes, traditional publishing continues to evolve.

Having said that, even if traditional publishing was stronger than ever before, that wouldn't guarantee you a book deal. Even in the best of times, the odds of being traditionally published are between 1 and 2%. Even if you get a book deal, that doesn't guarantee your book will be a best-seller. Hundreds of thousands of books are traditionally published every year, and far fewer than 1% of those books will become best sellers. Being traditionally published doesn't even guarantee your book will be sold in brick and mortar bookstores. I can point you toward traditionally published books that have been out almost a year and still have fewer than 10 reviews on Amazon. I can point you toward many more with fewer than 30.

And, while we're on the subject, I can show you self-published books with thousands of reviews (positive ones, btw...)

The point is, it doesn't really matter how you publish. What you write, how you write, and how you market is far, far more important. But the reality is, most of us aren't writing the kinds of books that are going to be best-sellers, BookTok sensations, Oprah's Book Club selections, or get optioned for film rights before the ink on the book deal is even dry. So, when you say you need validation, what does that look like for you? Does it mean seeing your name at the top of the NYT best seller list for five weeks straight? Seeing your book on eye-level shelves at an international airport? Hundreds of fans showing up to your book signing? A-hundred thousand followers on Twitter eagerly awaiting news of your next release? Or, does it look like someone... anyone... enjoying your book enough to leave a 5-star review... someone calling you their favorite writer, several fans re-posting your cover reveal because they're so excited for your upcoming book, or someone writing to say your book got them through a difficult time in their lives? Because, while I would never tell you not to dare to dream of achieving the former list of expectations, I will absolutely tell you the latter list of expectations is well within your grasp. So, if that's validation enough for you, write for those people. If it isn't, and it's not enough to write for yourself, then I think all you can do is try. Write the best stories you can write. Get them out there. Promote the hell out of them and see what happens. Maybe you will be one of those lucky few who see their book at the top of the NYT best seller list for five weeks in a row. Or, maybe you won't, but you get a two-page e-mail from a fan who says your story changed their life. And maybe, after all, that's enough. Here are some posts that can help you start building a following ahead of publishing, whatever route you end up choosing. Building a buzz on social media ahead of publishing and consistent promotion afterward can make a big difference. Even if you publish traditionally. Guide: Getting Your Writing Noticed on Tumblr Guide: Author Platforms-What, Why, and How? Guide: How to Promote Yourself as a Writer/Author via Social Media 12 Sites for Sharing Original Fiction

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[eternity-111]

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⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Title is explanatory, this is the side characters part! including thirteen,Raphael & Mephistopheles. NO LUKE! (fem reader x side charas)

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name calling (princess, daddy, etc), overstimulate, size different, public sex, creampie,Dacryphilia, etc

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reblogs, likes are appreciated! If you see any grammar mistakes, feel free to tell me <3

Diavolo is the type to purposely ruin you, in a good way of course. He loves to see you beg and whine for him to slow down because you can't take it anymore.

"princess, I know you can take it."

I know you don't want him to stop, so stop asking him to slow down. Besides, you are his anyway. Let him ruin your pussy whenever he likes. Oh, not only he can ruin you with his cock but he can ruin You with his thick fingers! You don't want to upset the future demon king, don't you?

Barbatos is the type to have a quick sex or a blowjob during his working hours.

"This will be quick, I promise you mc."

So be prepared for a few surprises during the day. Sometimes he can even go bold and fuck you where everyone can see. Meeting room, or even the garden, he doesn't care! The feeling of being able to show everyone that you are his makes him crazy. Moan his name out loud, Let everyone know that you are his!

Solomon is the type to use magic while having sex. randomly tying you up, making you hotter, and his favorite.. making his cock bigger inside you!

"What's wrong? it seems like you want to tell me something but physically can't."

It's true, his cock makes you go crazy. Especially when he suddenly makes it bigger! But.. you can't complain, you like it anyway. He can do whatever he wants! just relax and look sexy for Daddy! Maybe he'll reward you with a creampie if you are good enough.

Simeon is the type to get very vocal during sex, not that you don't like it but sometimes it's hard keeping him quiet while talking on the phone!

"Mmnff.. Mc.. Nghh.. I-im trying to be quiet! b-but you are making it harde- ahh.."

To be fair, you did that on purpose. You love it when he whimpers and moans. But you are calling someone right now! If he doesn't stop making noises.. you'll have to punish him! By not letting him cum or touch you. Watch that needy guy beg and whimper. He's so desperate to cum inside of your pussy!

Thirteen is the type to make toys that are specifically made for you. I mean.. you can use it on her but will she allow you to?

"Don't try to dominate me you little slut, I'm your mommy!"

She's good at making traps, and also toys! but that doesn't mean you can do whatever you want. She loves to see that her creations can make you lose your mind. Especially when you cry telling her to stop or else you'll get overstimulated. You can cry all you want but your wet pussy still needs her.

Raphael is the type to ask you for "help" about a certain topic from today's class, but he's actually just scanning and daydreaming about your body.

"what? me? yeah im listening princess."

All of that daydreaming made his cock tighten up inside of his pants. Why don't you make his dream come true and help his cock? He can finally touch every part of you while you ride him! It's a win-win situation, Your pussy gets what she wants and so does he. The way he touches you make you even wetter anyways, such a whore.

Mephistopheles is the type to fuck you at the RAD newspaper club. He'll even try to make news about you having sex with him.

"Don't worry mc, if you suck me a little bit longer I won't publish it!"

You already did a blowjob, a boobjob, and even a thighjob but he still wants more?! How the fuck are you going to be able to hold that wet pussy of yours? You can't just tell him that! Maybe give him a hint? Look pretty while you suck his huge cock, And swallow every bit of cum he released. all that effort just to try to get him into fucking your wet pussy. At this point, You don't even care if he published it or not. Just use that needy pussy, please.

#the_sidecharas ꩜ .ᐟ

[nthspecialll]

The fandom glorifies Arthur Morgan

Now I am not talking about about low honor, I play high honor and got it as the top at the end of every damn playthrough but my Arthur, as it is the cannon Arthur, is not a good guy. I am not going to talk about all of the murder, robbing and stuff he does, because we are majorly aware of it, I am talking his sexism, casual ignorance and disrespecfulness.

I quite often see people say that Arthur Morgan is a woman lover, and he definitely is, he is better than a lot of men from that time (which isn't hard), but he would not hold up in modern times, because he is not from modern times.

Generally speaking, Arthur Morgan is a man who believes in gender roles, he believes in the idea of "a man being a man" and "a woman being a woman." He has opionons about what a woman should do and what a man should do.

I think the biggest hint at this is his relationship with Sadie, because while he accepts her running with the boys he doesn't seem entirely happy about it. "You got a pair of pants and all of a sudden you think you're Landon Ricketts?" "You want to ruuuunnnn with the men?" and also "can Ms Grimshaw spare you?" when the girls asks if they can come to Valentine with him.

Talking of that quest, when he runs off to get Jimmy Brooks he puts Uncle, a lazy old bastard, in charge of getting the girls home even though they are more than capable of doing it themselves as they are healthy young women who knows how to handle hoeses.

In several antagonize lines against women performers (which are just as cannon as his greet lines) he shouts things like "That isn't very ladylike!" or "Go back to the kitchen" and "go make someone supper."

People keep saying Arthur would "treat them right" and he would, to an extent, he would care for you, he would be nice to you, but he would force those gender roles. He does have a belief women are somehow "softer" and that he as a person with a provider gene should do more of the harsh work.

So now we covered that, lets talk about the racism, or as I probably should rather call it, ignorance, because it is very commonly know Arthur does not judge by the color of skin.

The first one is that Arthur uses the whites-only saloon in Rhodes. Tilly mentions it to Arthur that they don't allow people of color into it, and yet he still supports it, it isn't a big thing but it is something of notice.

Secondly, when he talks to Eagle Flies where he "sets him in his place" Arthur, honey, you are so wrong here. Eagle Flies is being chased by the government for the mere fact that he exists with a different culture, you are being chased because you murdered so many folks, you can run across the sea and live a good life, they are fucked regardless.

When we first arrive in Lemoyne Lenny and Arthur talks about the Lemoyne Raiders about racism and Arthur says "These boys got a manner about them but I haven't particularly noticed," Arthur of course you wouldn't, you are a tall, muscular, white man with sun kissed hair and blue eyes, you are the poster boy for eugenics.

Lastly, which will also bring me to the third point, the casual disrespect:

Arthur causally calling Javier a slur on the boat for no reason, did you really need that one-liner so badly? That goes for a lot of times in the game such as: "are you secretly normal" "what a lunatic" "we should find a better story for that scar" "But you continue to irritate me, I will kill you and make my appologies to the lady" "stick around and you might die for her as well" "oh I didn't know I was talking to a lady." All those were a slight bit disrespectful, enough to be able to annoy the majority of us if he said it to us, and they were also unnecessary.

He is also canonically chronically late, most notably we can hear Sean saying "that man will be late to his own funeral," and when you go around antagonizing characters in camp they are not surprised at all, rather they go "back at it again huh?"

All of this is just to sum up, Arthur is a pretty bad man (also counting in all the illegal stuff) and we tend to glorify him and forget some of these things, partly is also because Rockstar are amazing at hiding them, at making them seem natural, and they are because this is a historically accurate game! It is set in 1899 and this is a man from 1899 he is going to be casually sexist and disrespectful, and again, considering that he is from 1899 he is a decent guy because the majority of folk would be like Micah, not Arthur.

I definitely love Arthur, and I love Arthur exactly because the point of his character is him not being a saint but a human. His redemption is choosing to do good where he can, but even so, this is a man in 1899 and he is going to have a 1899 mindset. If you want to play a game that is set in the past but don't have that type of accuracy it is not Red Dead you want to play.

Also here is an Arthur pic as a thank you for reading all of that. I love him.

[elliesspacewalker]

i looovvee the song daddy issues by the neighborhood (definitely does not say anything abt me) do you think you could make headcannons inspired by the song?

where reader has never been taken care of but ellie come along and like heals her ig? 😏

Hell yeah

warnings: 18+, these are going to get dark, mentions of childhood trauma, abusive parents, panic attacks, mentions of murder, trans! Ellie.

- Ellie met you in her shared dorm with you and Dina, after you had a panic attack crying on the ground after you accidentally broke Dina's favourite cup.

"hey, hey, are you okay?" Ellie kneels down next to you, and caresses your hair gently as you sob and rant on about how you broke Dina's favourite cup, "it's okay- I promise, she doesn't care"

"are you sure?" sobs continue to leave your mouth as Ellie sits next to you leaning against the wall "I promise"

- Ellie who asked you about what you were thinking about, while you were both studying together.

"what are you thinking about, hon?" she questions, you shrug, trying to brush it off, "if I told you what I was thinking about you'd think I was insane" Ellie laughs "you couldn't say a single thing to me that would make me think you're insane"

"I killed someone" you joke and a choked out "what" leaves Ellie's lips "I'm fucking joking!" you say as soon as you realise she didn't think you were joking.

"I think I like you" and just like that, you and Ellie began dating—not only this, but this is when all your past trauma started taking effect on your relationship.

- Ellie who comforted you whenever you thought you did something wrong. she knew there was something deeper that you weren't telling her but never pushed you to say anything if you weren't ready-

- Ellie who sat and listened to you whenever you needed to rant, and in fact. it was the first time you ever opened up to Ellie.

"this is how my story begins and I don't ever wanna tell the story again" you cry as tears drip down your face "it's okay, you can cry- I'm here for you" you immediately find comfort in Ellie's lap.

"and my dad? fuck he was crazy, he was never present- he cheated on mom so many fucking times and i- he used to yell at me for leaving a light on, that's fucking insane am I right?" ranting on and on, Ellie didn't once turn her attention to something else. it was on you and only you.

- Ellie who pushed you out of your comfort zone to make more friends and learn that not all people are bad, she knew you had social anxiety due to growing up with your parents who never taught you how to communicate properly.

"I'd do whatever I can do to protect you, you know that right?" Ellie says as she places her hand on your thigh, as she drives to Jesse's place. you smile and nod, leaning on her shoulder as she drives.

- Ellie who watched you have a panic attack over eating the last brownie, that was in fact her brownie. "I don't care, it's not the end of the world babe, it's just a brownie" she chuckles, this doesn't calm you down once—ellie realises this and hugs you tight "it's okay"

"my dad left money in mom's hands but I always felt bad for eating the last food because maybe Mom doesn't have enough money and i-" Ellie pats your head in a comforting way, suddenly you realise there wasn't any reason to react to that.

- Ellie who was so happy to see you finally come out of your shell and actually enjoy life the way people should—she pushed you to finally get therapy, which helped a lot. she noticed you going out a lot more, not crying over every small inconvenience.

- Ellie who cuddled you so much that you actually wanted to push her off you sometimes "Ellie, I'm boiling" she grumbles, and you chuckle at her half asleep body, pulling a hair strain behind her ear as she snuggles into you more.

- Ellie who teared up when you told her that she saved your life, "are you crying?"

"what? me, ew get away!" she sniffles and hugs you, telling you how much she loves you.

[kaliforniahigh]

I'd rather take my whiskey neat.

Best friend Noah. This is the longest thing I've ever written.

Warnings: two misogynistic comments from Noah and smut. I think that's it.

You and Noah are having an argument in the middle of the living room. You don't really remember what prompted it in the first place, but you know it is about the fact that you are going out on a date with one the band's good friends. And that really didn't sit well with Noah.

It is not that the dude is a bad guy. it's just that he is everything that Noah is not. He is blond with a buzzed head. He has blue eyes and not one tattoo on sight. And the fact that you wouldn't go after someone like him pisses him off. Or maybe just the fact that you didn't go for him and chose to go out with someone who you have barely met.

Anyways, he is heated and so is you.

"I don't really understand why you would go after someone like him. There is literally nothing interesting about that guy!" he exclaims gesturing around with his hands, as if that is going to make you understand his point. you don't.

"There is the fact that he treats me well and is actually very nice to me. Isn't that enough for me to find a guy interesting? but if you're reffering to something else, I actually do think he is good looking" you state, as a matter of fact you do think he is very cute.

"Well then he must be fucking you really good for you to defend him this much"

You go quiet after this comment. Mostly because you're sure your ears are deceiving you. He couldn't actually have said that, right? Noah has been your best friend for many years, he cares for you and he wouldn't make such a crude comment, right? But by the looks on Nicholas' and Jolly's faces he would, and he just did.

"I can't believe you would say that to me. Not that it matters in the slightest, but no, we haven't had sex yet. But if I wanted to let him fuck me on the first date, I would, because I can" you told with a serious face, your voice was quiet now.

He knew he should have stopped there. Hell, he should have stopped even before he made that stupid comment. But something made him continue, and later he would realize that it was the fact that imagining someone else fucking you drove him up the walls.

"Well, maybe that is what you need. A guy to fuck you real good so you stop being a fucking bitch."

The whole house went quiet. You could hear a pin drop and you swear Nicholas and Jolly even stopped breathing for a moment. Honestly, so did you.

In the next couple of seconds, as you stare at his face with a shocked expression, you wondered what do you need to stop being a bitch about. He started the argument, a completely useless and pointless argument, and he has the nerve to tell you that you're a bitch?

"You know something, Noah? I expected this from anyone, really, but I didn't expect this from you. Don't bother texting or calling me once you realise what a dickhead you're being, and I won't be coming around either."

With that, you left and got inside your car. You really don't remember the drive to your apartment, your mind was running a million miles a minute. But once you got inside, you decided that cleaning the whole apartment was a good idea to get your mind off of things.

What you didn't expect was to realise just how deeply rooted Noah is in your life. When you tried to organize your desk, you found the polaroids you took with him and of him when he invited you to tag along during the European leg of the tour because you were on vacation from work.

Or when you tried to organize your cabinets and you saw all of his favorite snacks that you kept for when he came over.

Giving up on all that, you decided to fold and hang your clothes that were scattered around your room inside your closet. That is when you picked up your favorite sweatshirt, that obviously belonged to Noah. He gave it to you when you made a comment about how soft it was.

So you sat on your bed and wondered. About the reason he was so angry at you going on a date. And you thought about how you would react if the roles were reversed. He has obviously dated before, but they were never serious and he never really took the girls on dates.

The girls were fine, and they were temporary, you knew that. Deep down you knew none of them were good enough for him to have a serious relationship with. They didn't know how he liked his thermostat temperature. They didn't enjoy the horror movies he liked so much. They didn't know what time he went to bed or what time he woke up. How could they make him coffee in the morning if they didn't know how he liked his coffee?

And it dawned on you that YOU knew all of that. That you were the person who was ever going to be good enough to date him because you knew him inside out. And he was the same with you. And he knew this other guy could never treat you like he does, or do the things that you like, because Noah is the only one who knows how you like things, without you having to tell him.

So you gave up on trying to clean your room, you picked up your keys that you dropped off on the side table and drove to the place you have left not even an hour ago.

You didn't knock because you had a spare key. The house was quiet and there was only one car in the driveway, so you knew Noah was home. As you rounded the corner into the kitchen, there is where you found him. Back turned to you and drinking a White Claw.

"I thought you said you weren't going to come around" he quoted you from your argument earlier, not even turning to look at you, because he felt your presence the moment you unlocked the door.

"I want you to tell me why you think he isn't good enough for me." He sighed and finally looked at you. He had a dark look on his eyes that were so different from the soft one he always showcased around you. That fact took you back a little, and you knew this conversation was going to take a turn for something entirely different. You didn't mind that at all.

"Because he doesn't know you. Not like I do. And he can't treat you like I do, and he certaintly can't make you feel like I do."

"And how do you make me feel?" you challenge him with a look, wondering what his answer is going to be.

"Why don't you tell me? You're the one with your thighs clenched".

"You know what I'm thinking? I'm thinking you need to bend me over this counter so you can show me how you can actually make me feel. You know, that whole fucking the bitch out of me thing." You really couldn't believe you said this, but you couldn't take it back. You didn't want to.

He rounded the kitchen island and closed the distance between you in a couple of strides. Eyes never leaving yours. "I think I need to get you in my bed so you can be real comfortable when I eat this pussy for hours." He truly left you speechless with this one. "Ladies first", he motioned to the stairs.

So you went up to his room, where you've been in many times, just the context right now was completely different. He closed the door behind him, as you stood near his bed, honestly not knowing what to do now that this was about to happen.

You felt his presence behind you, making you shiver. "Turn around and look at me" you did as told, tilting your head up to look at his eyes. "You need to tell me you really want this, forget about that stupid comment I made, this is not about that."

"I do want this, and I know this isn't about that". As soon as you said this, he grabbed you by the nape of your neck, grabbing a fistful of your hair, tilting your head back. When his lips made contact with yours, you never felt something so right before. He guided you to his bed, lips never leaving yours, as you laid back and scooted up to laid your head on his pillow.

He left kisses all over your neck and collarbone, making you sigh loudly at the feeling. His hands roaming your body with purpose, gripping your sides and hips, travelling under your shirt to pull it up and off of you. His hands now encopassing both of your boobs completely, squeezing to feel how heavy they felt under his hands.

As he made his way down your body, finally arriving where you wanted him, he looked up at you, asking for confirmation once again. You just answered him hooking your hands under your pants and taking them off completely. That is all he needed to begin cupping and feeling your warmth through your panties.

He dragged his nose up and down your covered slit, taking in your scent. "Fuck, I always wondered how you smelled like, how you tasted like. I bet you're really sweet, baby". You were about to quip back with a response when he pulled your panties to the side, licking a generous stripe from your hole all the way up to your clit.

You moaned, never having felt like this with just one touch. After tasting you for the first time, it was like he couldn't stop himself anymore. He just loved how you became do pliant and relaxed for him.

It didn't take long for him to pull the first orgasm out of you. Making you arch your back and close your thighs in on head. He just stayed there, running his hands up and down you thighs, licking you all throughout your high. When you finally relaxed back on the bed, he made his way up towars your face, kissing you throughoutly. You could tast yourself on his tonge and that made you feel the need to taste him.

When you tried to turn the two of you around on the bed, he didn't let you, he kept you in place with his hips pressing into yours, you could feel how hard he was under his sweatpants.

"As much as I want to have my cock in your mouth, I really need to be inside you right now or I'm going to go crazy", he told you and you thought you couldn't get wetter at this point, but you were absolutely wrong.

"I think you're wearing too many clothes for that to happen". He then stood by the end of the bed, taking his time with stripping down to his boxers, and then to nothing at all. You couldn't stop admiring him, the tattoos all over his body, his arms and suddently you couldn't just lay there and do nothing.

You crawled over to the end of the bed, kneeling so you were at eye level with his chest. You begin kissing him to your hearts content, running your hands all over him, scratching him with your nails. You looked up at him and his head was thrown back, eyes closed. You palmed him and descended your kisses even lower, leaving featherlight kisses on the head of his cock, only to feel his hand grip your hair and yank you away from him. "Get on the bed".

As you were about to get on all fours for him, he stopped you "Lay on your back. I need to look at your face when I first slide into you". You lay back on the pillows, spreading your legs as an invitation for him to fit between them. He laid down over you, supporting himself on one elbow, as his other hand traveled down to grip himself and guide him to your entrance.

He was serious about looking at your face, his forehead was touching yours when he pushed into you. You gasped, your mouth making an "O" shape as you gripped his back with your nails.

"Fuck, you're so warm and so ready for me, baby. Feels like this pussy was made for me", you could only nod, as your legs went up to lock around his hips, pushing down, telling him you wanted him to move. "Give me a second, baby. I want this to last".

He began slowly, and then picked up his pace, getting up to kneel on the bed, spreading your legs wide open, gripping aroung your thighs to get more leverage so he could fuck into you harder. He had a hazy look in his eyes, as he watched your tits bounce with each thrust of his hips.

His tattoed hand roamed up your abdomen, in between your breasts and traced the outline of your lip. "Know you wanted to suck my dick, sweetheart, but you can be a good girl and suck on my fingers, right?"

"Yes, please. Give me your fingers", you asked as he slid two of his fingers inside your mouth. One of your hands gripped around his wrist, controlling the pace of the movements, swirling you tongue around his digits as it went in and out of your mouth.

When he deemed them wet enough for his liking, he pulled them out and begin tracing circles on your clit, making you gasp. "You're gonna make me cum", you told him, with your voice strained. "I know, baby, I can feel you clenching around me. Where do you want me to cum?"

"Cum inside of me, I need to feel you inside of me, please", you asked him with a begging tone. You noticed his pace falter a bit. "You can't say shit like that and expect me to not blow my load inside of you. Tell me when you're cumming".

You knew he was close by the way his thrusts became a bit sloppier, his fingers on your clit picking up their pace and you felt your high approaching. "I'm gonna cum, please don't stop, please", you moaned as your core tightened and your legs shook, a silent cry leaving your lips as your orgasm ripped though you.

Noah watched you with admiration and pride, knowing he was the one making you feel so good. Your orgasm prompted his, as he emptied himself inside of you with a loud groan.

He couldn't keep himself standing on his knees anymore, his bones felt weak and spent, so he laid down on top of you, burrowing his head in the crook of your neck, cradling your head, breathing heavily.

You closed your eyes, revelling in the feeling of his weight on you, as you started to run your hands through his hair. He was still inside of you, and you weren't sure you were ready to let go of the feeling yet.

"I'm taking you out on a date and then I'm keeping you to myself forever", he told you, voice muffled by your hair neck. You laughed lightly.

"You don't have to keep me, I'm already yours".