#i tried to be hip and move over to twitter i really did

[4l3xbleuvart]

"Let your memories

grow stronger and stronger,

'Till they're before your eyes

You'll come back

when they call you

No need to say goodbye"

[sooniebby]

Don’t ask how I thought of this… it’s trans male reader, no set character—imagine whoever you want. Bottom reader. Use of pussy, and other “feminine” words. This lowkey just self indulgent, so the reader isn’t fully transitioned 🫶🏼 don’t read if you get dysphoric easily.

You knew your friend did “sex work” on the side. And the reason why it wasn’t true “sex work” was because it was just him and his girlfriend recording themselves having sex and posting it onto Twitter.

It was just a kink for them, really, he never said anything about getting paid for it. But you remember them thinking about putting a paywall to see the full videos.

More power to them, or whatever. When you became roommates with said friend, him and his girlfriend made sure to record any videos when you were gone. Which was great.

It wasn’t until the two broke up, amicably actually, she just found out she was a lesbian—you thought his Twitter porn days were over now he didn’t have a partner. Since he didn’t like doing solo content

What you didn’t think was that he’d ask you to do something with him

“It’s just until I find someone else,” he said, nonchalantly.

“But it doesn’t give you money.”

“Oh we did make money off it. Not a lot, but decent money. Julie was gonna keep doing it with me just to keep some money but now she’s making lesbian content.”

“But girls! Wasn’t it straight porn?”

He shrugged. “It’s not like I’m straight… the viewers won’t care, pussy’s pussy!” He laughed until he saw your face. “Oh well if it makes you uncomfortable you don’t gotta do it. It is a strange request.” He moved to get up until you grabbed his hand.

“How much?”

“Huh?”

“How much do you earn from the videos?”

“Depends. The viewers love oral sex and teasing videos. Those usually get over… 2k—”

“—I’m in.”

“Seriously?”

“Cash is cash. They won’t be seeing my face right?”

“No. The focus,” he kneeled down close to you, “will be on down here.” His hand trailed against your crotch. “You just gotta lay there and be pretty, baby.”

No wonder the girls who ever dated him cried when they broke up. Who would willingly leave someone with a tongue like this?

You had told him there was no way you’d allow him to call you baby girl or anything of the sort which he happily agreed.

“Don’t worry. It won’t take long.”

“Wouldn’t want it to.” You muttered, feeling a bit embarrassed to be nude from the waist down in front of your friend. He smirked slightly grabbed his phone as he aimed it to film your crotch area.

“Don’t say that—not when you’ll end up begging for more.”

You didn’t even get to retort that as you felt his finger rub against your clit. Your breathing hitched as he was slow with his touch, teasing your outer lips. Down and up, small strokes, and a light push.

You could see why these videos got viewers—it was driving you crazy each time he teased your clit before pulling away. Your hips began flinching slightly, subconsciously trying to rub your pussy against the palm of his hand.

“Did I say you could do that?”

You instantly froze, dropping your hips right back down on the bed.

“Good boy.” He whispered, making sure the phone didn’t pick it up.

What the fuck?! That… that was for you alone, right? While you were reeling at how easily he could command you, you cried out feeling two fingers shove itself inside your hole.

His fingers moved fast, spreading you open. You didn’t even realize you weren’t hiding your whimpers as you tried to calm down from the sudden pleasure. Your legs twitched and spasmed, fingers digging into the bedsheets for some sort of stability.

But then he stopped. Just as fast as he started.

He ended the video and wiped his fingers against your thigh, smirking. “Alright, last video, then that’s it. You doing alright?”

“H…huh…?” You could only sputter out, reeling in shock.

“Starting video now.”

You glanced down, watching as he pulled out his cock from his sweatpants. Oh, he was.. a bit big. His cock flopped right against your pussy, causing you to shudder in response.

It wasn’t that you were a virgin… but fuck, you were embarrassingly excited to have his cock so close, just inches away from your hole.

“Condom?” You whispered

He didn’t answer, subtly shaking his head. You watched as he started the new video and placed his cock right against your pussy. You couldn’t look away, wanting to see if you could really take in something so thick and long.

But he didn’t.. push in?

With his free hand gripped tightly on your hips, he began rubbing his cock right against your pussy. You whimpered, biting your lip to try and keep your voice down.

You tried to rub against him but he held you down easily with his hand on your hips. It surprised you that he could do that with just one hand but you weren’t complaining.

“You want it, huh? Just look at it,” he moved the phone down to get a good look at your soaked pussy. “Never seen someone this wet for me. I’m flattered, baby.”

His hand released your hips and he suddenly stopped moving. You looked over to him, wondering why in god’s name he would stop. But all you saw was a shit eating grin. He wanted you to do the rest.

Any sort of self respect you had was gone. You just wanted to cum already.

You began to move your hips, rubbing your pussy against his cock. A few times, by pure luck, his cock threatened to push inside—but each time he’d fix his cock. Why would he let you get fucked?!

No matter, you reached down to begin rubbing your clit, needing some form of stimulation when he grabbed your wrist.

“I thought you were a good boy?” He asked, a false sense of sadness in his tone. “C’mon, be good for the camera.”

Once again, he made sure only you heard that. Why’d he keep doing? To rile you up? You’re already close anyway.

But then he stopped…? Again?!

“All done. Thanks again, man.” He patted your tummy and got up, pulling his pants over his cock. You wouldn’t deny that you felt your word shatter seeing it being covered by those stupid excuse of pants.

“That’s…?”

“I’ll send you your cut by the end of the week!”

He was leaving? After all that? He was just going to leave without fucking you? You quickly sat up on the bed and grabbed his arm, stopping him from leaving. He didn’t turn over to face you, keeping his gaze on his phone.

“Wait… that’s it..? N..nothing else?” You whispered breathlessly, needing release, quickly. And you didn’t want to rely on some plastic dildo when there was a real thing just a few inches away.

“Yeah. I just needed two videos for this month. Why?”

“I… I…”

“Begging for me?” He asked, cheekily, looking up to finally look at you. “C’mon, use your words. What do you want?”

“You know what I want.”

“Do I? Because if you don’t say it, I’ll do what I want with you.”

It didn’t take long for him to make you cum. As soon as his cock entered your pussy, you came. And then he really did what he wanted with you. You were too far gone to really think as it happened, but you were sure he took many pictures after, enjoying the sight of your cream filled pussy.

You certainly helped him again, and a few times after that…

Though… you’re starting to wonder…

You can’t find his and Julie’s twitter account…

And when you, embarrassingly, asked Julie—

She said they deleted the account when they broke up

Ooh. Spooky lol, what can I say? I love manipulative men…

Tag list: @flurrina @chill-guy-but-cooler @mello-life69 @remdayz @kiiyoooo @ofclyde @iwishtobeacrow @smellwell @tomoeroi @tehyunnie @love-kha1 @star-3214 @rhetorical-conscience

[mydemimonde]

'Honey, Are You Coming?' (Baby Said, Part 2) — Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader

divider is from @plutism

a/n: hello! i'm soooo so sorry for taking too long in doing the second part of baby said, college and work are driving me insane and i barely have time to write. i really hope you like this

Summary: After that mindblowing night after the bar, you find yourself waiting for Aemond's call, growing slightly disappointed.

Words: 4691

Warnings: +18 (minors dni), female reader, no use y/n nor specific physical description, swearing, dirty talk, hand kink, praising, tiddy sucking, oral sex (m receiving), fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, slightly dominant aemond, riding, no proof reading! english is not my first language, i apologise in advance if there are any mistakes.

It’s been five days and you haven’t heard anything from Aemond. Not a call, not even a text message. Nothing. You started to feel a little bit anxious and somewhat offended. Perhaps he didn’t like you that much, or worse, he had a girlfriend and still had sex with you. You shake your head, trying to get rid of those thoughts, focusing on the task at hand.

A year before your graduation, you got a job in a small publishing house, working as an editor. You didn’t earn a fortune, but it was more than enough to make ends meet and pay rent. Still, you were trying to find a job in a bigger place, freelancing didn’t appeal to you and you were actually looking for a new flat, closer to the capital, which meant higher prices.

“For fuck’s sake,” you hear Arianne curse next to you, making you startle. With a frown, you lift your head to look at her. “You have been eyeing your phone for the last fifteen minutes, it’s quite annoying,” she says, half serious, half joking. The brunette tilts her head and places a hand on her hip. “He hasn’t called you yet, has he?”

You shake your head, pursing your lips. “I don’t know why it affects me so much… it was just a one night stand” you explain, running a hand through your hair and sighing.

“Perhaps he’s busy…” your friend tries to reason with you, seeing how defeated you looked. She gets on her knees and grabs your hands. “Hey, I don’t want you to feel like rubbish, you shouldn’t feel like this, even if he was a mindblowing fuck.” She says, quoting the words you said when you told her about that night, giving her all the nasty details over a cup of wine during dinner. “Have you checked his socials?” She asks, to which you nod.

“Yep. Private account on Instagram, no Twitter. Didn’t even bother to check Facebook, no one uses it nowadays” you move your hand in the air. “And before you ask, no, I didn’t ask a following request.”

“What’s stopping you?” She asks with a frown and clicks her tongue in annoyance when you shrug. “I swear to God…” she mutters under her breath before plopping down on her chair, opening an incognito tab in her browser, as if what she was doing was illegal.

You frown and move your chair next to hers. “What are you doing?” You watch as she types his name on the search bar. You read the first few results with narrowed eyes. They scan the many search results populating the screen, but they focus on one particular title. Meet the Targaryens: The Powerhouse Family Behind ‘Valyrian Press’

Oh God. “Click that one…” you point at the title and Arianne immediately clicks. The webpage loads quickly and a big picture pops up on the screen. Your eyes fall to Aemond’s figure in the family picture. He was looking into the camera, a serious expression on his face, his hands into the pockets of his black suit. He wore all black.

Arianne turns to look at you. “You didn’t tell me this snack was the son of Viserys Targaryen…”

“I didn’t know!” You whisper-shout, shrugging. “I had no idea he was the son of Viserys Targaryen, though the surname did ring a bell.” Just when she opens her mouth to speak, you interrupt her, lifting your index finger in the air. “Hey, it wasn’t a date, it was a fuck, okay? We didn’t just sit down to talk about our families” you explain, defending yourself. She lifts her hands in surrender.

“Didn’t say anything at all.” Your friend turns again and skims the article. “Well, my dear friend, you had sex with a single billionaire, son of the owner of one of the most important publishing houses in the country. If you don’t send that Instagram request, I will do it.” Just when she finishes saying that, your phone vibrates. Your head jerks and you extend your hand to grab it, your eyes widening when you see the notification. Arianne frowns. “Is it him?”

You nod, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. Arianne gasps and chuckles as you open the text message.

Hi. I apologise for not writing sooner. May I call you?

You fight the urge of jumping up and down and screaming of happiness, and instead you take a deep breath to calm down the butterflies in your stomach and type an answer, your hands shaking in excitement.

Hi there :) Sure, you can call me.

Just a minute after you sent that message, your phone vibrates once more, and you take the call, eager to listen to his voice. “Hi?”

“Hello, gorgeous.” Gorgeous. You hear him hiss. “I’m so, so sorry for not calling you back. I have been quite busy these days, travelling and accompanying my father to so many meetings…” you can picture him moving his hands around, explaining things to you. “I meant to call you right after that night, but work got in the way. I hope you accept my apologies…”

You smile against the phone. “Don’t worry, Aemond. It’s okay, I suspected you were busy,” you reply, biting your lower lip to try to stop a laugh, seeing Arianne making faces at your words and mouthing ‘I told you’.

“Anyways, I’m in the city right now… are you at work?” He asks after a soft sigh and you find yourself twirling a strand of your hair like a high school girl. How pathetic, you think.

“Yes, but I finish my shift at 5pm. We can grab a coffee or a sandwich, if you want…” you suggest.

“Of course, darling. Give me your address, I can pick you up and we can go to Honeyholt Bakery, they sell delicious lemon cakes.” You beam, lemon cakes were your favourites, but you never told him that. You give him your job’s address before saying goodbye and hanging up.

You plop down on your chair, a dreamy look in your face as you look at the ceiling. You feel Arianne’s gaze on you, and you look down at her. She slowly shakes her head, a smirk making its way on her face. “I sooo envy you, lucky bitch” she jokes, making you giggle.

Knowing that you were hours away from meeting Aemond was all the motivation you needed to get down to work quickly, going over the document you had to edit before sending it to the executive editor. You finish a bit earlier than expected and grab your jacket and purse, kiss Arianne’s head and head towards the exit to wait for Aemond. You leave him a message letting him know you were ready, and not even a minute later you receive his reply. On my way ;)

Less than ten minutes later, you see a black BMW with tinted windows steering around the corner, slowing down and parking right in front of the doors of the building. The driver’s windows roll down and you see Aemond, with his hair combed back and wearing sunglasses. Fuck me.

He smiles at you and you smile back. “Hello, darling.” His voice is smooth and it makes you swallow hard. He steps out of the car, not before shifting the gear level into park mode and pulling the lever so that the car stays right in place.

“Hi, Aemond” you reply, your eyes sweeping over his lean figure clad in some brown polished shoes, black trousers, black shirt and black leather jacket. A lot of black. He looks delicious. He leans in to kiss your cheek, his expensive cologne filling your nostrils.

He places a hand on your lower back and indicates you to get into his car, opening the door for you, which you thank. He closes the door and walks around his vehicle to get inside, and you take a moment to look around, noticing how clean it smells. There’s music playing, the electric guitars and drums echoing in the small space. When Aemond gets inside and closes the door, he turns the volume of the radio down, but the music is still audible. You can recognize the song very clearly.

Meet me there where it never closes

Meet me there, I'll give you your roses

All is fair in love, oh-oh-oh

Honey, are you coming?

He takes his glasses off and begins driving the car at a normal speed as he talks. “How have you been, gorgeous?”

“I’ve been great… I have a lot more work now, but it’s so fulfilling,” you reply, your gaze falling to his hand on the steering wheel. He looks so confident as he drives, and you suddenly feel your cheeks getting hot, so you move your gaze to the window, watching the shops as you pass by.

Aemond smirks and glances at you. “I’m happy for you. The most important thing is enjoying and loving what you do” you hum at his answer, showing your agreement. “You work at a publishing house, right?”

“Yeah, I work as an editor, have been doing it for a year now” he raises his brows and nods.

“So I take it that you’re comfortable in that place…” his eyes are fixed on the road, concentrated on driving.

You purse your lips to the side, humming. “I’m actually looking for other publishing houses. I’m thinking about moving closer to the capital, and the rent is obviously higher in those areas, so I need a better wage.”

Aemond nods, taking in your words. “Well, my father has a publishing house. Valyrian Press, you might have heard of it.” Your eyes widen in surprise —fake, of course,— at his words. “There are some vacancies, and the pay is really good.”

“Your dad owns Valyrian Press?” He hums. “Oh, that’s why your surname rang a bell…” What a big fat lie.

Aemond huffs a laugh. “You’re telling me that you didn’t google my name?” How the fuck does he know things?

“Not me, my friend did.” He chuckles. “It never crossed my mind to google anything… but perhaps I did look up your social media…” you trail off.

Aemond chuckles again, the sound making your heart flutter. “Well, I barely use social media, I have an Instagram account but I’m not very fond of those apps…” You look at him and shake your head, letting out a soft chuckle. He parks the car outside the café. “What do y’wanna eat, darling?”

You. “Uhm, a cappuccino and some lemon cakes would be fine.”

He winks at you and smirks. “Excellent choice. I’ll be back soon” and with that, he exits the car. You watch him as he walks towards the bakery, biting your lip at the sight. You rest your head against the back of the seat, sighing and thinking about that man you barely know. You don’t know why, but you feel so drawn to him and you want to kick yourself because you’ve never felt like this for anyone. Not even your ex, for God’s sake.

You see Aemond getting out of the shop with two cups in one hand and a small white box with a yellow bow on top on the other hand. You stretch to get the door open, making it easier for him to get into the car.

“Thank you, beautiful” he offers you a smile and you sit comfortably in your position. He hands you the coffees and sets the box in the middle of your seats before closing the door and starting the car. “Where would you like to go?” He asks you, grabbing his cup and taking a sip from it.

“Wherever you want, Aemond… is there any specific place you wanna go?” You ask as you look at him, your eyes momentarily drifting to his hand on the steering wheel, the other one wrapped around the cup. Fuck, how is it that his hands were enough to make you go wild, the mere though of having them roaming over your body, pushing your legs apart, grabbing your hips, squeezing your tits, choking you… and his fingers, God, his long fingers.

“Hey!” He calls you, startling you. His glances at you once again, smirking when he sees you blinking and wide-eyed. “I asked you a question…”

You blink a few times more, frowning. “Uhm, sorry… what?” Your voice comes out meekly as you try to gather your thoughts. He stops at the red light.

“I asked you if you wanted me to take you to your apartment…” when you don’t answer, he huffs a laugh. “Cat got your tongue, hm?” He murmurs in a husky voice. He places his cup on the cup holder and extends his arm, his left hand coming up to your face to cup your cheek. “You like my hands, don’t you?” Aemond looks at you, giving you a smug smile when you mutter something inaudible. “You think I didn’t notice how you were staring at my hands, love?” You swallow hard as his thumb grazes your lower lip and you take the opportunity to open your mouth slightly, the tip of your tongue licking his digit before sucking it, the sensation going straight to his cock.

You hear him curse under his breath, his chest heaving. He sees the light going from red, to yellow, to green out of the corner of his eye and, reluctantly, he pulls his thumb out of your mouth, fearing that if you did that again, he might lose control of the vehicle. Before he retreats his hand you take it and guide it inside your jeans, letting him feel you.

“Fuck, you’re soaked” he mutters as he feels your wet folds, his other hand gripping the wheel tightly, his knuckles going white. You keep him there, pressing his hand against your cunt to get some relief. “Holy shit, babygirl, wait…” he retreats his fingers from your cunt and you whine. “Shh, relax…” he shushes you, his fingers quickly undoing the button of your jeans and pulling down the zipper to get more space.

He hisses when he gets his hand inside your lace panties again, his middle finger trailing up your entrance, gathering some of your essence to rub your clit with his digit. “Oh, fuck” you curse, throwing your head back and closing your eyes as the pad of his finger rubs lazy circles over your bud.

“God, love, you’re really wet… thinking about my hands turns you on, huh?” He taunts you, a low growl rumbling in his throat when he feels your cunt sucking his finger in. Aemond slides his finger inside you and you mewl as he starts pumping it. He continues driving, his gaze focused on the road ahead, his mind racing. “Want another finger, baby?”

“Hmm… ngh… yes, Aemond- oh!” You squeak when he inserts his index finger. You grip the grab handle above the window, trying to hold onto something as his fingers continue his work. “Fuck, right there” you moan when his fingers curl up, hitting your sweet spot with ease.

Aemond hums, curling them again and increasing the pace of his fingers. You were thankful the windows were tinted, otherwise passers-by would see what you were doing inside that car. Aemond’s grip on the steering wheel tightens as he feels your cunt tightening around his fingers, you are so close to cumming so he slows down the movements.

“N-no, Aemond, don’t stop, I’m so close…” you complain in a whine, and he groans lowly.

“Baby, I’m so fucking hard right now and if you continue making those beautiful sounds I might cum in my pants and crash this vehicle. I need you to tell me where you wanna go, I can’t focus on the road if I have you squeezing my fingers like that…” he explains, panting a little bit.

“Pull over… drive to a parking lot, I don’t know…” you plead, bucking your hips slightly. You don’t know how long you can last, not when the heel of his palm is pressing against your clit, eliciting whimpers from you.

Aemond drives towards the nearest parking lot he finds, his fingers moving inside you again at a relentless pace, making you gasp. “Fuck, baby, I can feel you getting closer, you’re squeezing my fingers so tightly…” He says through gritted teeth, smirking when you let out a high-pitched moan the moment his fingers reach that rough patch inside you, making you jolt. “C’mon, pretty girl. Cum all over my fingers, wanna feel you…” he coaxes.

He grunts when you press your legs together as you come, head thrown back and jaw open, incoherent words and moans spilling past your lips. His fingers continue working inside you, helping you ride out your orgasm. He pulls them out, and you nearly choke as you watch him, through half-lidded eyes, how he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean and moaning at the taste.

“You taste incredibly sweet, baby. You have no idea how much I need to put my cock inside you” you moan in response, head spinning at his words. He enters the parking lot and rushes to find a spot, parking the car immediately. “Come to the back” he orders, and he peeks around to check that no one sees you in the almost empty place.

Both of you get to the back of the car, almost throwing yourself at him. His lips capture yours in an intense kiss, his hand cupping your neck to pull you closer and angle your head to deepen it while the other rests on your waist. The tip of his tongue presses slightly against your lower lip and you gladly part your lips, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth. You can taste the strong coffee in his mouth.

Your hands trail down his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken under your palms. Aemond growls into your mouth when one of your hands cup his evident bulge, palming him through the fabric. “Holy… shit…” he mutters against your lips. You take the opportunity to leave open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, his neck, all the way to his earlobe.

“Want to suck your cock, Aemond…” you purr in his ear before taking his earlobe between your teeth, nibbling softly as you lower the zipper of his jeans, slithering your hand under his boxers.

“F-fuck…” he curses through gritted teeth, closing his eyes for a moment as you pull down his jeans and boxers in one motion. Your mouth waters at the sight of his cock straining against his stomach and you move in your place, bringing your legs up to kneel next to him, your ass propped up in direction to the window. Your index finger grates the weeping tip, making him shudder. “Don’t tease… put your mouth to work, needy girl” he instructs, his hand landing on your ass with a loud smack, making you yelp.

You swallow hard and lick your lips as you lean forward, your right hand wrapping around his base. Like a lollipop, your tongue licks his cock from the base to the tip, eliciting a hiss from him. The hand that smacked your ass comes to rest on the small of your back, hiking up your blouse and rubbing circles on your skin.

Your lips wrap around his tip, sucking it gently and swirling your tongue around it. “God… yes, like that…” he breathes out, his voice rough. You stroke his shaft with your hand in rhythm with the movements of your mouth, up and down his length. Your hair falls to the side but Aemond is quick to grab it, putting it in a ponytail as your head bobs up and down. He resists the urge to buck his hips up, trying not to hurt you.

You stop stroking him and move your hand to cup his balls, which ignites something primal in Aemond. He can’t help but thrust his hips upwards into your mouth, making you moan. “Fucking hell, you’re taking me so deep into that wet mouth… love it” he coos, biting his lip at the sight of your mouth around him and your head bobbing up and down. His cock is covered in your saliva, glistening under the dim lights of the parking lot.

You hollow your cheeks as you go up, your hands wrapping around his base again, adding a bit of pressure. That makes him growl and pant, the sounds he makes going straight to your cunt. He continues praising you in choked, needy moans, telling you how good your mouth feels on his cock, how he’s going to wreck your pussy immediately afterwards, his hand guiding your head up and down his length. You feel him twitch in your mouth, the signal that he’s close to cumming.

“Are you coming, Aemond?” You ask, your hot breath fanning against his length before taking him deep into your mouth, gagging around him.

“Y-yes… s-stop… I’m so close…” he warns, the obscene wet sucking sounds that fill the car making him let out a strangled moan. He pulls you away from his length, a trail of saliva still connecting your mouth to him. You use the palm of your hand to wipe your mouth, licking your lips and looking at him.

“Why did you want me to stop?” Your hand presses on his inner thigh, making him sigh deeply and let go of your hair.

“Because when I cum, I want to do it deep inside your cunt, alright?” He explains as he leans his back against the seat, his words making your jaw drop. “Now, get rid of those jeans and ride me.”

You eagerly do as told, putting your legs down and shimming out of your jeans and soaked panties. You toss them aside and straddle him, your bent knees on either side of his hips, your chest pressing against his given the constricted space you are in. His hands immediately land on either side of your hips, guiding you to sink down on his cock.

Both of you moan at the contact, your eyes close as he lets you adjust to his size. When you open your eyes you find his hungry gaze on you, his pupils dark with lust. He licks his lips, bringing one hand to cup your neck and pull you down to kiss him. The kiss is slow but passionate, sensual. You find support on his shoulders and you start moving your hips, finding the right rhythm.

Aemond pulls back to breath, his lips hovering over yours as you rest your forehead against his. His fingers grip your hips tightly, certainly leaving marks. “Hmm…” he hums, feeling how your cunt sucks him in, engulfing him. “D’you feel me deep inside you, baby?” He murmurs against your lips.

“Y-yes… you’re so deep, Aemond,” you reply in a shaky whisper. You feel his breath against your face due to the close proximity, hearing the low grunts and whines that leave his lips. His hands move from your hips to your abdomen, lifting your blouse to feel your skin, his touch setting your body on fire.

���No bra?” His eyes widen in surprise and he smirks. “Naughty girl, I might have to punish you…” He taunts as he pulls the straps of your blouse down, freeing your breasts. He mutters a curse and dives into your chest, his hands bringing your tits together, squeezing as his tongue swirls around your right nipple, making you arch your back against him. “You fit perfectly in my hands, baby…” he squeezes your tits once more, making you throw your head back. Aemond leans forward and leaves wet kisses on your throat, sucking the junction between your neck and shoulder as his big hands knead your tits.

Your nails dig into his shoulders as you increase the speed of your movements, letting out desperate whines as the tip of his cock bullies the rough patch inside you. You’ve never been this wet before, the squelching sounds making you blush furiously in embarrassment. “Fuck, you’re so wet… can’t wait for when you soak my cock as you come” those dirty words  he mutters against your ear have you gasping loudly and furrowing your brows. Aemond rests his forehead against your shoulder, the sounds escaping his lips coming out muffled.

“Aemond… I’m… fuck, I’m so close…” you speak in a choked moan, your arms wrapping around his neck as you bounce on his dick.

You feel him smirk against your skin, his teeth nibbling your collarbone. “Yeah, I can feel that… you’re so tight, love, you feel so fucking good” he praises, his voice hoarse and deep. Aemond lifts his head from your shoulder, looking up at you, his eyes roaming over your face. “Look at me” he demands in an authoritative, stern voice. You do as told, locking your eyes with his. “Do not tear your gaze away from me, you understand?” You nod frantically, your brows knitted together in pleasure.

His hands lower to your backside, gripping your ass tightly, helping you as you move on top of him. He brings his legs together, plants his feet on the floor and starts bucking his hips up, meeting your movements. Your eyes close shut involuntarily, wanton and sinful moans spilling past your lips as he pounds into you. “I said, fucking look at me” he says through gritten teeth, and you obey, as hard as it is to do so.

His eyes roam over your face, committing every detail to memory. “Y’gonna cum all over my cock, hmm? Can feel you squeezing me.” You nod, unable to speak. His hands grip your ass tighter, his nails digging into your skin. “Come, baby… let go and soak me, c’mon,” he gives your ass a loud smack, and that does it to you. His mouth is agape as he watches you come undone above him, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull and lips parted as you gasp for air. “That’s it, baby… I got you.”

You feel blood rushing through your ears, your eyes flutter close and your legs tremble. You feel Aemond’s hard grip on your ass as he keeps pounding into you, chasing his own release. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna…” his hips stutter and his arms wrap around your waist tightly as he cums deep inside your cunt, a guttural groan coming out of his lips, the sound muffled as he hides his head in your shoulder.

Both of you stay there, panting and holding each other as you come down from your intense orgasms. You feel like you’re walking on a cloud, feeling boneless. Once you finally catch your breaths, he lifts his head to place a kiss on your lips. He pulls back and huffs a laugh.

“Shit… are you okay?” He asks, placing soft kisses along your collarbone, bringing you back to earth. You struggle to find the words, but eventually open your mouth to speak.

“Yes… I feel amazing…” he chuckles at your answer, your voice coming out croaky.

“I’m glad. Did I fuck your brains out?” He smirks when you nod, and places another kiss on your lips as his hands rub soothing circles on your back. He rests his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes. You untangle your arms from around his neck and place your hands on either side of his face, admiring his features. “I was serious, you know. About the vacancies,” he explains to you. “I can ask my father to arrange a job interview. I’m dead serious, darling.”

You chuckle, the sound of your soft laugh making him smile. You tilt your head. “Hmm… I think you’re just trying to get into my pants…” you tease, to which he chuckles.

“But I already did. Twice” he replies in a low voice, making you giggle. “Oh, and one more thing.” He adds, looking at you, his playful expression turning into a soft one. “Would you go on a date with me?”

Your lips curve into a smile. “Yes. I would love to.”

taglist: @melsunshine @tsujifreya @fan-goddess

[heartsforvin]

Hey, it’s been a minute!! I got a request. Can you write a smut where reader is being a brat and Vinnie takes care of it! I can’t remember if I asked you to write one of these but if so then can you do it again ?? Like spanking and all that !! Thank youuu

CAN YOU TAKE IT?

i think you did request this awhile back but i def don’t mind doing it again !! thank you for the request !! <3

pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings: smut, cussing, use of y/n, use of pet names, dirty talk, slapping, spit play, praise / degradation (lil bit), creampie, nipple play, orgasm denial, lmk if i missed anything !!

summary: vinnie thinks you need another refresher so he puts you in your place once again. maybe this time you’ll learn

“you’re being a complete brat right now, you realize that?” vinnie yelled at you from across the room.

the two of you were on an on again off again argument for the past few hours now. been so long the two of you really forgot what it was originally about.

now it’s just yelling and name calling, mainly from vinnie’s end.

you can’t help but cross your arms over your chest, cocking your head to the side and staring at him.

“don’t fuckin’ look at me like that, y/n,”he warns, making you huff and walk away from him. “this isn’t gonna fix things!”

he lets it go, lets you just blow off some steam. it doesn’t last long though and you’re back in his face again.

“tell me who it was.” is all you say, making vinnie furrow his brows.

then it comes back to him — earlier in the day he had saw someone on twitter say they saw him flirting with some girl, some girl who definitely was not you.

“you don’t need to act like a baby about it.” he replies, making your irritation grow.

rolling your eyes, vinnie scoffed. “it was no big deal, i wasn’t even flirting with her!” he shouts.

“no big deal?!” you push his chest out of frustration, vinnie smirks when you don’t even get him to move an inch. “were you flirting with her or not?”

vinnie is stunned by your question, wondering how and why you would even think he’d flirt with another girl when he has you.

“of course i wasn’t. now will you stop actin’ this way?” his tone is becoming more demanding.

you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest as you glare at him once again. vinnie reciprocates, giving you those warning eyes.

“i know you don’t want it, so stop, now.” he warns.

you however, give him a sly smile and shrug. “maybe i do.” is all you say.

you don’t want it, sometimes. you hate but love when vinnie puts you in your place for being a ‘brat’, as he puts it. yes the sex is good, amazing even, you just hate when he tries to tame you.

“seems like it’s the only way that’ll get you to believe me,” his breath is hot on your skin, mouth so close to your ear that he nips under it. “get undressed and on the bed before i get in there.”

even if you hate it at times, there are parts of you that loves this side of him. you do as told, trying to act all sly and like you don’t want this as you walk to your shared room.

vinnie comes in moments later, low groan erupting from his throat at the sight in front of him.

his hand travels to palm himself through his sweatpants. you look at him, he moves his hand and that’s when you see the prominent bulge in his pants.

“face down ass up.” is all he says after he takes his pants and shirt off.

you grab a pillow and put it under you before doing as he says. vinnie almost moans at the sight of your ass in the air for him.

he wastes no time going over to you. kneeling behind you, you hear him groan as wet sounds make an appearance too.

“gonna fill you up so good, baby. you’ll know who you belong to then.” he rasps as he pumps himself.

you shake your ass in his face and he smacks it, making you moan at the pleasure and pain. vinnie doesn’t warn you before he slides himself into you from behind, letting you take all of him.

“s-shit baby,” he says as he pushes himself into you more. “so fuckin’ wet f’me.”

he grabs your hips and helps you move back on him, moaning and whining as you do.

after awhile, vinnie decides to switch positions. now you lay on your back, one leg on his shoulder as he hits that spot nice and deep.

he watches as your tits bounce with each thrust. he attaches his lips to your right breast, making you push your head into the pillow.

“you wanna talk now, huh?” vinnie says as he fucks you harder. “had a lot to say ten minutes ago, go on, say it.”

all you can get out is moans of his name and profanities as he hits that one spot just right.

“fuckin’ you too good, huh mama?” the pet name makes you clench around him, making him moan.

he holds your leg up higher as he pounds into you at a endless pace, smacking your tits to get your attention.

it doesn’t work, only spurs your moans and whines on more, making vinnie scoff.

“you’re not supposed to enjoy this,” he says roughly. “too fuckin’ cock hungry, huh? such a slut f’me, aren’t you princess?”

you nod your head as you feel his left hand leave your hip and travel to your thigh.

he strokes the inside of your thigh lightly, making you moan out his name. “vinnie.” is all you can get out as his fingers gently glide against your soft skin.

he lets go of your leg and moves it off from his shoulder. you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him into you more.

“please baby,” you manage to get out, vinnie just looks at you with a smile. “please.”

he chuckles, grabbing one of your nipples and pinching it between his thumb and forefinger.

“use your words baby, be a good girl.” he tells you, making you clench around him again as he groans into your ear.

his hips move at a dangerous pace, almost splitting you in two as he fucks you rough.

you can barely get a word out like he told you too, only managing to say half his name before you’re cut off by a moan.

vinnie decides to play a bit with you. he reaches down to your clit and presses his thumb against it as he watches you tighten your legs around him.

“what do you want, pretty? come on, say it.” he says as he starts to rub circles on your clit.

you whine and clench around him as he toys with you. “g-gonna cum.” you manage to get out.

vinnie smirks as he looks up at you, thumb still rubbing circles.

he takes your left breast in his mouth and sucks and kisses it, creating a mark to claim he was there as he does.

you can feel yourself coming over the edge, panting out warnings to vinnie as you do.

right as your about to release, he removes his thumb from you with a smile.

“you think i’m just gonna give it to you?” he pokes his inside of his cheek with his tongue. “gonna have to work for it, mama.”

you roll your eyes at him and wrap your legs tighter around his waist as you grab his shoulders to lean him in closer to you.

vinnie smiles before he kisses you. it’s rough, hungry. he starts to move his hips again, gaining a steady rhythm.

your walls hug him so tight vinnie can’t help but groan as he thrusts in and out of you.

“open,” he says after a few minutes, he taps your cheek with his hand. his necklace chain dangles over you as he spits in your mouth, closing it with his hand and tapping your cheek again to swallow. “good girl.” he praises when you stick out your tongue for him.

his hands move to your chest again and he takes both breasts in each hand. you look down to see both his tattooed hands on you and can’t help but moan at the sight and feeling of him squeezing them.

“feel good?” he asks in a teasing tone as he watches you push your head into the pillow when he tweaks at both of your nipples.

you nod with a smile at the feeling of his hands on you and his cock making you feel so good.

vinnie moves his hand to your clit again, his left staying right where it’s at on your left breast.

“v-vinnie.” you moan as you feel his thumb on your clit again.

he smirks at you before leaning down and trailing kisses from your chest all the way to your thighs.

he watches himself thrust and and out of you at a fast pace, smiling before saying, “you gonna cum for me, baby?”

you bite your lip and nod, but vinnie shakes his head. “words mama, come on.” he encourages.

you let a moan slip before telling him you’re close. he smiles and kisses the inside of your left thigh as he speeds up his movements on your clit and his thrusts.

with one last thrust and a loud moan to his name you’re cumming on his cock, vinnie following behind you soon after.

he waits a minute before slowly pulling out, watching as yours and his cum seeps out of you.

he quickly pushes himself back in, making your combined juices do the same.

“look at that baby,” he breathes out, watching himself. “fuck.”

you smile as you watch him push your cum back inside you and watch it drip out again. after a minute or two, you both come back to reality and vinnie gets up to clean you up.

he cleans you up and get dressed again before dressing himself and changing the sheets.

once the sheets are changed he opens the bedroom door and hera immediately runs into the room and lays on the bed while you and vinnie snuggle into each other.

writing this at work slay !!! i hope you enjoyed rae !! thank you again for the request <33

tags: @cosmicanakin , @anqeliclust , @42angelgirl , @sturnioloshacker , @bernelflo , @slvthrs , @khackerr , @khxna , @hallecarey1 , @kayleighh , @eddieslut69 , @skye-44 , @thesebitcheslovesosadotcom , @kriissy4gov , @miilzzy , @0strawberrysorbet0 , @laylasbunbunny , @supabhad , @leqonsluv3r , @violet0182 , @defnotayonna , @jpg3

[celestiaras]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ merry krisis!! ]❜

ft. yu q wilson, vantacrow bringer, vezalius bandage (separate) x f! reader — krisis, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ how do krisis surprise you on christmas morning?┊1k words

contains: smut!! dom vanta, zali & sub wilson┊christmas morning smut wilson - bondage, lube & handjobs vanta - santa cosplay? riding, size kink, breeding zali - kitchen sex, receiving oral

➤ author's note: happy holidays! today i gift you some bad christmas smut i wrote in three hours with three krisis heroes

you haven’t been dreaming of a white christmas in particular, but it was certainly a nice surprise when you opened your eyes to see frost and snow building up behind the glass of the window. you turned on your side to reach out and embrace your lover like you always do, but to your surprise, he wasn’t next to you. he must have woken up before you and was up to something downstairs, you concluded, willing yourself to meet the cold air and perform your morning routine for the special day instead of lounging in bed all day like you always want to.

assuming that villains had the decency to stop their evil activities to allow the city to celebrate, you and your boyfriend will finally be able to spend some much-needed quality time together. being a hero is hard work after all, but it has enabled you both to appreciate the time spent in the other’s company even more. humming a seasonal tune, you leisurely strolled down the stairs and found him waiting with a little surprise for you…

━━━ .°˖✧ yu q. wilson ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ wilson’s plan of surprise required the help of another, and while it was certainly awkward to explain his request to tentapod, the robot just assumed that it was another strange human tradition that came with the winter season and was more than happy to help out. the hardest part was actually just staying still while waiting for you to come down when it’s the crack of dawn and he’s usually the one who sleeps in, causing him to doze off before he could even hear your footsteps. (bonus, art from twitter that inspired this)

he stirred awake and felt groggy, but it disappeared the moment his eyes adjusted to allow him to clearly see you smiling at him in amusement as you experimentally tugged on the red ribbons that tightly coiled around him. he tried to stretch his legs while murmuring a ‘merry christmas,’ but being bound just made him fall over and add to your laughter as you leaned down to kiss him. he was very happy to see that you enjoyed his silly surprise of seeing him wrapped up like this because he was just so cute!

“well… aren’t you gonna play with your new toy?” when did he become so elegant with his words when his go-to pick-up line has always been “do you like bread and water?” you didn’t even notice how eager he was for more of your attention, his erection even more noticeable with how close the straps were tied to his crotch area. he was prepared for this, nudging a bottle of lube that he remembered to grab before he had himself restrained, almost feeling proud of himself for remembering.

you squeezed some of the thick liquid out onto your hand before hooking into the waistband of his pants and dragging it downward to expose his cock, taking him into your touch and watching him shiver from the pleasurable yet cold sensation. wilson’s ears grew hot and his face became tinted pink as you began to jerk him off at a rhythmic pace, running your thumb over his leaking tip. he couldn’t even buck his hips into your touch since you didn’t untie him, but it looked like you were going to keep it this way. seeing him with a bow atop his blonde hair unable to move made you really excited and just like an overzealous child would, you planned to play with your new toy until he broke from exhaustion.

━━━ .°˖✧ vantacrow bringer ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ they call him vantacrow “gift” bringer because he brings the gifts dressed as santa around the holidays, bringing cheer and joy to plenty of children around the city. of course, he didn’t drop down chimneys or anything because being a hero didn’t grant him that much time, but he certainly brought smiles to everyone’s faces. including you, when you found him lounging on the couch in red and white with a silly little hat on his head. despite his usual intimidating appearance, he looked so lovable all dressed up and gesturing you to come sit on his lap just like the real saint nick would (even though a saint probably wouldn’t be as sinful as you two were about to become).

you felt dizzy with the way he sucked on your pulse point letting a moan escape your lips while you worked to meet his hips in the middle, his cock disappearing in your warmth at a brutal pace. every time he pressed into you, you felt like you were being split in half by his size, but the stretch burned so deliciously. he muttered a word of praise about how you always ride him so well before grunting as his hips began to stutter, loudly swearing and clutching on your hips tightly as his hot release flooded into your womb. even though you felt like your legs were about to give out under you, he somehow still had the stamina to keep going, telling you that this was going to continue past noon.

━━━ .°˖✧ vezalius bandage ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ zali is a simple man, but a romantic. he’ll cook you a nice breakfast of all your favorites, the delightful smells and sizzling sounds reaching your senses as you find him dancing around the kitchen while wearing a cheesy “kiss the cook” apron. you’ll sneak up behind him and startle him with a hug from behind, listening to him chuckle as he takes the food off the stove, not even noticing the mistletoe that he hid in his pocket until he cheekily pulls it out above your head.

he hoisted you up onto the countertop (the one without the food on it dw), seating you on the cold marble and giving you a few small kisses scattered on your face before kissing you passionately. he was a bit more enthusiastic than he usually was in the morning, but you could tell what his intentions were when his hand began to ride up your thigh.

first on your lips, then your collarbones, followed by removing your underwear and kneeling down to place his mouth on your pussy to work his tongue at your clit and into your opening. you gripped onto the edge, sucking in your breath as he moved your thighs over his shoulder for easier access to feast between your thighs. he’s pretty sloppy too, saliva mixed with your essence dripping down his chin but keeping eye contact with your face until you spill over. he’ll smile at you all proud of himself too, licking at his lips to savor your taste before wishing you a “merry christmas.”

[frankenhookersmonster]

sheets - brother’s best friend!steve harrington x reader

warnings - 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, brother's best friend!steve x inexperienced!afab!reader, smut (unprotected sex [wrap it before you tap it], fingering, oral [reader receiving], p in v, loss of virginity + pain, blood), size kink if you squint, steve being a softy

word count - 3.2k

masterlist - twitter - ko-fi

got something to say? a request or concept? speak!!! 

a/n - this started as a 200 word headcanon but now we're here lmao. hope you all had a lovely thanksgiving if you celebrate :D

It was shaping up to be a boring night. You were home from college, your parents weren't home for the time being and your brother had a friend over. They kept to themselves for most of the night so you wouldn’t have to interact with them at all. 

That was until you wandered into the kitchen looking for something to drink when you saw him, Steve Harrington, slumped over a pizza box while your brother complained about something you couldn't care less about. You knew him from high school, he was in your brother's grade but to the best of your knowledge they didn't really talk to each other.

"Yeah, Steve trained me at Family Video and we've been attached at the hip ever since." Your brother explained, batting his eyelashes playfully while Steve tried to keep in his laughter.

"Wanna slice?" You looked to Steve, and nodded, taking the piece from his hand. When you skipped off to your room you could feel his eyes on your back, trailing down to your ass cheeks that peeked out of your shorts as you climbed the stairs.

Steve had always been a terrible sleeper. Once your brother had fallen asleep he found himself staring at the ceiling and decided to wander around and explore. He discovered the upstairs bathroom decorated like the beach, the wall covered in family photos and childhood artwork, and an oversized dying plant that sat in the corner of the hallway.

Eventually, Steve came across a room with light colored walls, soft looking sheets, and stuffed animals on the bed. Oh god, he thought, this was your room.

Before he could even process the thought you stood behind him in the door frame. He jumped, you apologized and invited him in. "Couldn't sleep?" Steve shrugged at your words "Me either."

Steve caught himself staring at you. Your arms held the stuffed bear in your lap as you went on about classes and your crazy roommate. "I have better friends than I did in high school, though. They're a lot nicer, and there's more of them." You giggled.

"You've probably got a smart, sweater vest wearing, ‘The Jesus And Mary Chain’ listening college boyfriend too, huh?" You both froze. Steve was surprised by his own words. Sure, he knew of you in high school and you had been talking for the better part of an hour at that point but he didn't consider the two of you to be close. Actually, he was quite close to you physically, close enough to hear you gulp when he mentioned you having a boyfriend. "Sorry, I don't know where that came from I just-"

"No it's fine, I don't have a boyfriend. Haven't ever really had anything serious actually." Steve watched as you got nervous, squeezing the bear in your grip a little tighter. Even he could feel how he was holding the blanket under him in his fist subconsciously. It was so soft, delicate.

When Steve looked up from his hands he caught you burrowing your eyes into him. Your face warmed and you bit the inside of his cheek while he chuckled.

Something about you was making Steve ache, maybe it was the implied innocence that came with your comment, or the gentleness of your room. Whatever it was made him adjust his spot on your bed. 

“But you’ve kissed a boy before, right?” He prodded, moving impossibly close to you. “Uh huh, I just,” You trailed off, averting your gaze while Steve continued staring. He could pick up on the tension in your quiet voice, and surprisingly it was making his dick strain in his plaid pants. 

“Nobody’s ever touched you, huh?” Steve took a big hand to your thigh, getting a gentle gasp from you as he did. It was a bold move, something more akin to his high school days. You had awoken something in him, and he barely knew what to do with himself. “N-No, I’ve never, I-” He cut you off with a squeeze to your skin. 

He wanted to kiss you, touch you, fuck you. Steve wanted to be your first.

Steve noticed how close you had gotten to him, the way you were unsubtly staring at his lips. He took his hand from your thigh and heard you sigh before moving the hand to your face. He pulled you closer to him and kissed your mouth softly. 

You stayed like that for a moment before Steve began to move your lips a bit. He was gentle with you, like you were fragile and might fall into pieces in his hands, though inside you felt like you just might.

“Y/n,” Steve could feel you shudder as he rested his forehead against yours. “I wanna make love to you, would you let me do that?” Your face was hot against his. “Please, Steve, please.”

Cautiously, Steve laid you down on the bed beneath you. His lips briefly returned to yours before pressing against the underside of your jaw. He nipped at the skin, taking in your scent and the desperate sounds you were making. “Never had anyone hold you like this, huh?” He could feel you shake your head. “How about we take your pants off? Would that be okay?” You didn’t give him an answer, instead you went for the jaw string of your cotton shorts and slid them down your thighs.

Steve could have fallen to his knees at the sight of your panties; pastel pink with the tiniest white bow and the biggest wet spot over your cunt. You started to get nervous when Steve got quiet, his head hovering above your crotch as he studied you intensely. “So pretty.” He whispered, slowly moving himself down to kiss you through the soaked cloth. 

You shrieked, loud enough to concern Steve. “Hey, gotta keep it down, okay? Can’t wake up your brother, alright?” You bit your lip in an attempt to suppress your groans, though Steve knew that would be little help to you.

“So fucking needy, I kissed you through your panties and it made you moan like that? How are you gonna handle it when I actually touch you?” Steve took his fingers and rubbed little circles through your underwear. You covered your own mouth, it only muffled your noises a little. Your legs kicked a bit to his sides, so Steve took his free hand to hold your thigh down.

Steve continued his slow work, taking in the sweet cries you mumbled into your pillow. He took the soft fabric into his fingers and pried them to the side, darting his eyes up to you to check in. “I’m gonna touch you without your panties, if that’s-” You interrupted, reaching a hand up to your headboard. “Okay, okay. Just do it.”

In an instant, the pad of his fingertip was pressing through your folds. You yelped, though Steve tried to shush and talk you down. “You’re so tight, baby, ‘doubt I’m gonna get another finger in there.” Your eyebrows pressed together as you sat up a bit to look at him. “But I thought you were gonna have sex with me. Can we just skip this and like, you know.” 

Steve removed his finger slowly, making your face twist up a little bit. “I gotta stretch you out if you’re gonna take my cock, babe. But I don’t even know if we're gonna get that far.” You frowned even harder and threw your head back. 

Your frustration just made Steve hell bent on fucking you. He rested himself back between your thighs and kissed them softly. Testing the waters, Steve planted a kiss on your bare pussy, absorbing your moans as he did. He worked his way to eat you out, lapping up the wetness of your cunt as his nose nudged your clit. You bit down on your lip so hard you thought it might bleed. 

All you had known was your own fingers, occasionally the plushness of a pillow between your legs, but nothing could compare to the feeling of Steve’s mouth, his lips, his tongue. You were addicted, maybe a little determined because you figured the only thing that could top that feeling might have been the dick Steve was pressing into the mattress.

Your stomach turned in a familiar way, one of your hands held Steve’s shoulder. “I-I’m gonna cum, Steve. God, don’t stop.” His hands came to your hips and pressed down as he continued to lick you. Your orgasm came quickly after, and Steve moaned through your body while you came. You tugged at his hair, his famous locks that had the entirety of Hawkins High School in a chokehold not too long ago. But he was older now, mature, no longer that hot senior you saw striding through the halls. Back then he was untouchable, but now he was in your arms, eating up your arousal.

When Steve looked up at you, his face was damp, his mustache shiny with your slick. He licked his lips, wiping his cheeks with his hands and sucking the wetness off of his fingers. 

“Steve,” He hummed at you as he kept licking his fingers, the sight of which made you want to groan, “can you make love to me now, like you said you would?” He shot you an empathetic smile, pulling himself up to your eye level. “Y/n, I don’t know if it’ll fit, baby. It might hurt you.” You scoffed at him and crossed your arms over your chest. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled, pressing lips to your collarbone.

“Can we at least try, please?” He had only really known you for a short amount of time but he couldn’t say no to you. The idea of being the first person inside of you, the first person to fully feel all of you, was hard to say no to. 

Without another word Steve was sitting up and removing his clothes, first his shirt, shortly after his pants. You could see the outline of his dick in his boxers, it suddenly made you aware of how serious he was about not fitting. Shoving the thought down, you took off your own shirt and revealed your bare breasts. Steve’s eyes lit up, mouth practically salivating at the view.

He carefully rested on top of you and started kissing you again. Steve’s hands found your tits pretty quickly, giving them a good squeeze that made you groan into his mouth. As nice as his touch was, you were starting to get impatient. “Steve, I need it, fuck.”

“Okay, okay, just tell me if it’s too much. If it hurts at all we’ll stop, alright?” You exhaled harshly. “Okay.”

Steve started to line himself up at your entrance, switching his glance from between your legs to your eyes to check in. You looked so pretty, he thought, so eager for him to ruin you. 

His dick twitched as the tip felt through your folds. They felt like velvet on his cock, he couldn’t help the loud, guttural moan that fell from his lips.

Quickly he gathered himself, looking to you to make sure you were alright. Your mouth was agape, eyes rolled back into your skull, tears were starting to form. “Everything okay?” One of his hands came to caress your cheek as you nodded. “Mhm, yeah.”

Steve was right, the further he pressed into your cunt the more it hurt. You knew the pleasure was coming soon though, it had to.

He bottomed out, the entire length of his cock shoved deep into your pussy. “Gonna stay like this for a little bit, okay?” Steve kissed your ear, pushing back stray hairs and mumbling praises into your skin. Steve’s heavy breathing consumed you completely, you

You felt your eyes start to water, the pressure from Steve’s heavy cock was overwhelming. He frowned, his fingers rested on your scalp. “What’s wrong?”

“It hurts.” You confessed. It was frustrating, something as simple as sex was bringing you to tears. You were grown, everyone you knew had no issue with this kind of stuff, it didn’t make sense why you were having such a hard time.

Steve sat up a little bit, taking a better look at your shivering body. “Do you want me to pull out?” You shook your head. “Different position?” You thought for a moment before shaking your head again. 

“What if I'm super gentle?” You found Steve’s eyes then, big and brown and kind. You nodded, whimpering out a ‘please’ as he leaned down to lock your lips. It was short lived, interrupted by him sitting up and pulling out of your pussy. You sighed in defeat, watching as Steve spit into his hand and rubbed his cock that was already covered in your slick.

He readjusted in between your legs, carefully reinserting himself. You were better prepared this time and the small amount of lubricant he added made the stretch slightly easier. Steve stayed put for a moment, holding you tightly underneath him. He kept his eyes on yours as he pulled out just a bit before pushing back in, creating a steady and slow pace. “How’s it feeling?”

Though you tried to keep your cool, it was still a little painful. You tried to say anything but the word’s weren’t forming, but he seemingly got the message. Steve kissed your neck, sucking at the skin experimentally and biting down harder as you moaned.

“So fucking beautiful.” Steve mumbled into your shoulder, giving your thighs a tight squeeze. You shrieked, Steve’s hand quickly came to clamp down on your mouth. “Don’t want your brother to come in, baby.” His palm stayed in place as he rocked back and forth. 

Your bedroom was filled with the sounds of your muffled whimpers and your bed frame rutting against the wall. Steve would shush you every now and then, cursing under his breath. 

It was intimate, an act of love and appreciation though you had only known the guy for such a short time. You were glad Steve was there, not for the bragging rights of him taking your virginity, but for how sweet he was. It was unexpected, just from the look of him you had figured his love life was just a string of loveless hookups, but here he was kissing your face and telling you how pretty you were. 

Absentmindedly, you mumbled out “M’so happy you’re my first, Steve.”

You could feel Steve’s cock twitch inside of you, his brain short circuited. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent and letting out a heavy breath. “F-feel good?” He stuttered. You hummed into his hair, quickly realizing it wasn’t a lie, you did feel good.

Quickly, Steve brought his fingers to your clit. You began to moan, though he shut you up quickly with a rough kiss. It was passionate, a little sloppy like his thrusts were becoming, your lips were soon wet with his spit.

Steve continued to rub little circles in your cunt, fucking you faster with his cock. You were whining, but neither of you seemed to care. Both of you were chasing your highs, the idea of your brother sleeping peacefully down the hall was long forgotten about.

Your pussy squeezed him unintentionally, forcing a moan out of him. Steve wasn’t very vocal, but part of you wished that he was after the cry he let out. 

“You’re gonna cum, I can feel your-fuck.” His head hung down and got his hair in your face, the softness of his locks tickled your forehead. “Go’head, cum on me babe.”

You creamed around his dick, locking your legs behind Steve’s back and hugging him tightly. He helped you ride out your orgasm before pulling out quickly and sitting on his knees. “Can I come on you?” He sputtered.

He looked so pretty like that, fucked out and sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead. He continued jerking himself off, his panting drowned out by the wet sounds of his hand around his cock. You nodded your head as you tried to catch your breath, sitting up on your arms to see him better.

Hot cum spat onto your stomach. Steve’s eyes were screwed shut, he mumbled something incoherent as he tugged at himself. You looked at him with wide eyes, your cheeks grew warm as he came back down from his high.

Once he finished and began to blink his eyes open, you dragged a finger across your belly to pick up a small bit of his seed before bringing it to your mouth and sucking on it hard. As the saltiness mixed with your saliva, Steve looked down at you in awe. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead, then your nose and finally your lips.

When Steve cleaned you off, he left little pecks on your skin. He took time on your inner thighs, noticing how it made you squirm. He mumbled an apology before pressing a wet kiss close to your swollen cunt. 

He balled up the towel in his hands once he finished. It was one he found in the bathroom cabinet after you gave him out of breath directions, a small old one with color drained purple bows printed on and a rip in the corner. “You bled a little bit. You’re probably gonna be hurting for a day or two.” He mentioned before tossing it in your laundry bin. You saw a bit of red flash by before it disappeared into your dirty clothes and Steve crawled into your bed with a shirt and pair of underwear for you.

You laid next to each other, your only contact with him being your hooked pinkies.

“Was it good for you?” Steve whispered, turning onto his side. “It was so good, thank you.” You brought a hand up to his hair and stroked it. “W-was it good for you, though?” You stuttered, only swiveling your head a bit.

Steve chuckled and took your chin in his hand, rubbing your face gently enough to tickle you. “It was good for me, too.” 

“You’re lying.” You frowned, adjusting to look at the ceiling again. There was no way you were good at sex, and from what you knew Steve had a lot of it before you. He was experienced, and it was impossible for you to be considered anything but mediocre to him. All you did was lay there and whine.

“M’not.” Steve’s voice was louder as he sat up to hover above you. “You made me feel good, babe. Swear to god.” He lifted a hand with a laugh before kissing your cheek. “And I wanna fuck you again sometime, if you’d let me.” Butterflies erupted from your belly when maneuvered himself back down onto the mattress and brought you into his chest.

He held you for a while, not even speaking as you listened to each other breathe. He noticed yours even out soon after, looking down to see you fast asleep.

Steve tucked you in, noticing the stains left on your soft, fluffy seats and blushing. He deflowered you, and to his surprise that fact turned him on. 

He dressed himself and turned your light off, leaving one last kiss on your hairline before wandering back to your brother’s room. He was still fast asleep, mouth opened and drool spilling onto his pillow. 

He felt a little sting of guilt, though he pushed it out with thoughts of you spread out taking his cock, the moans you cried out for him to fuck you. Steve crawled under a blanket on the air mattress, quickly drifting off to sleep as those images swirled around his head.

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[whimsymanaged]

Prompt: Marriage Law (@DramionePrompts on Twitter)

NSFW / rated E

“Malfoy, wake up. I can hear your mum coming down the hallway,” Hermione hissed, poking her new husband in the shoulder.

Malfoy grumbled under his breath and turned over, stuffing his face into one of many plush down pillows.

“Malfoy!”

She had gotten married to the git the afternoon before, two days before the Ministry’s ridiculous marriage law came into effect.

There was no love between them, but they were partners at work and had both hated the idea of being forced to marry somebody they didn’t even know.

The agreement was that they would stay married for six months while they worked to overturn the current law, and then they’d happily go their separate ways, free to be with whomever they really wanted.

The biggest kink in the plan: Narcissa Malfoy.

The Malfoy matriarch didn’t believe Malfoy and Hermione were in love for a second, which Hermione supposed was probably fair, and she had been giving Hermione a hard time since the couple had come home from registering their marriage the afternoon before.

“Just pretend to be asleep, Granger,” Malfoy muttered.

“She’ll just come back later and try to interrogate me again!” Hermione knew there was a desperate edge to her voice, but she didn’t care. She didn’t want to have to deal with Narcissa’s confrontations for six months.

Malfoy rolled onto his back and opened one eye to glare at her. “Why are you even—”

Before he could finish his sentence, there was a knock on the door before the doorknob started turning. And Hermione tried to think fast, she really did, but only one solution came to mind.

She threw her leg over Malfoy’s to straddle him and dragged the covers up so their hips were shielded from view. Malfoy’s eyes snapped open, growing impossibly wide, just as his mother poked her head into the room.

And Hermione figured she might as well go all the way with this.

She moved her hips against Draco’s in an imitation of fucking, and she heard Narcissa gasp, “Oh! Excuse me,” before retreating, the door clicking shut behind her.

Hermione’s shoulders slumped with relief. Hopefully that had done enough to convince Narcissa that they were—

Belatedly, she realised that Malfoy’s fingers were digging into her hips, and that the bulge pressing through his boxer-briefs against her sleep shorts was very hard.

“What the fuck,” Malfoy hissed. “You can’t just—”

“I know. I’m sorry.” Her face was hot. “Let me…”

She moved to get off him, but the movement only rubbed her clit against his erection, and she gasped.

The sound he made was strangled. “Don’t. Move.”

“I have to move if I’m going to get off!”

“If you move,” he said through clenched teeth, “I’m going to get off.”

The pressure of his cock against her center was sending heat licking up her spine. When was the last time she’d had sex? Forever ago.

And Malfoy was a lot of things, but unattractive wasn’t one of them. She could admit that much; he’d starred in her fantasies enough.

“Granger.” He was growling now. But his hands weren’t holding her still. In fact, he was rocking his hips up into hers, using his grip on her to control the pace, the angle, and her lips parted, because fuck, if it didn’t feel really fucking great.

“You said—” She cut herself off with a whimper, and she reached down to squeeze his forearms as she rolled her hips faster.

“We work together. We work together,” he was muttering to himself even as his cheeks began to grow flushed. “Holy fucking Merlin, you’re so soft.”

She leaned forward and pressed her hands to the mattress, and both their gazes went to where their hips met, to where the ridge of his cock was dragging against her again and again.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered raggedly.

She didn’t.

Instead, she gasped out, “I’m so wet,” earning her a long groan from Malfoy.

“Can you come like this?” he asked urgently. “What do you need?”

She shook her head, then nodded. She didn’t know what he was asking. “Nothing. Yes. Are you close?”

“Embarrassingly so,” he bit out, and she really didn’t know how much of the dampness visible on his boxer-briefs was from her and how much was from his own cock leaking. His eyelids fluttered. “Tell me when.”

She was moaning so much. So much and she couldn’t stop. But so was he.

She bit down on her lip as he thrust up against her harder, faster, and she heard him whisper, “That’s it, Granger,” as he lifted his hands and pinched both her nipples through her top.

She tumbled over the edge with a cry, her hips still moving, riding him through her orgasm.

“Good girl,” he groaned. “Good fucking girl.”

And with one hand back on her hip, he pounded up against her relentlessly until his head dropped back, his hands squeezing, and she felt the warmth of his come at the same time a primal sound was ripped from his throat.

She dropped onto the bed next to him, trying to catch her breath.

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

There was a low laugh from her husband, and then, “Whenever you want me to do that, Granger, just let me know.”

[bree-cheesy]

Can I please have a submissive!insecure!schlatt x service dom!reader!! 🙏

Like, I want to see schlatt crying about his chunkiness (I’m also a chubby!schlatt enjoyer if you couldn’t tell) due to him comparing himself to his 2019 pics (ether brought on by him or the 12 y/o’s on twitter/X) and y/n is just like ‘Fuck no! You’re so fucking beautiful that I could write like 10 novels about your beauty alone!!!’ and then proceeds to give him the best head in his entire life (immediately shattering his tough guy mask, turning him into literal putty) then it’s followed with the best pegging session in his entire existence (any coherent thoughts is gone by this heavenly experience alone) meanwhile y/n’s just kissing his face and bare body and worshiping him and his body as if he’s some sort of deity and it’s end with schlatt being a blubbering, crying, whining, moaning mess.

It’s followed by a bath aftercare, and whilst y/n’s laying on his bare chest schlatt asks y/n why they’re doing all this for him, he’s feels he doesn’t deserves it (he does!) and they reply with this absolute banger: ‘it’s because you’ve done so much of the same thing for me time and time again… without even asking anything in return… and I’m just now returning the favor.’

OMFG!!! IM DYING!!! HOLY SHIT!! I AM ACTUALLY DYING AND GOING TO HEAVEN!! I NEED THIS!!! I NEED THIS YN IN MY IRL LIFE!!!!! MY GODS!!!! 🙏🙏💗💕

-🍰 anon.

OKAY I FINALLY HAVE IDEAS I PROMISE!

🍰 Anon, I hope I haven't let you down with how long this has taken. I hope I did this amazing request justice. 🙏🙏Tried to keep it any gender kind of thing because you requested pegging so it could be a someone with a dick or someone using a strap on. Whatever you wanna imagine! :)

I haven't ever written anything like this so I'm nervous about how people will like it. :(

Word Count: 1044

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Jay had always been insecure of his body. Horrible self image from things people would say online and just his own thoughts. He always thought he was so ugly compared to you. He hated being out in public with you because he felt so unworthy. You were the most beautiful person to him in the world and he hated how he looked standing next to you.

Today had been a particularly rough day for him. He had just gotten done with his first stream in months and some of the things people were saying about him really got to him. He was standing in front of the long mirror you guys had leaned up against the wall in your bedroom with his shirt off, his hands on his belly, tears welling up in his eyes.

You walked in, not knowing what was going on. "Hey, Jay, did you see where the-" You looked over and your mouth shut when you saw the slight in front of you.

It broke your heart instantly. You knew he struggled with his self esteem, but you didn't know it was this bad. "Hey, what's goin' on?" You walked over and hugged him from behind, burying your face in his shoulder. He let out a sob and you squeezed him tighter, felling your heart break even more.

"W-Why am I so ugly? God, I look like a fucking ogre." He let go of his belly and you felt his shoulders drop. You moved to stand in front of him and gently held his face in your hands. "Why are you even with me? You deserve someone who is as beautiful as you. You deserve someone who isn't fat."

You frowned and ran your thumb over his jaw. "Why do you think that? I love you, Jay! I don't like that you think you're fat. There's nothing wrong with being a little chubby. I could write novels on how beautiful I think you are!"

He shook his head and sniffled, wiping his tears away. "You're just saying that to make me feel better." He pushed your hands away and you scowled. "Don't lie to me, it's just gonna make me feel worse."

You put your hands on your hips and looked up at him, frowning. "Do I need to prove it to you or something?"

He cocked his head to the side in confusion and a soft frown formed on his face. You got down on your knees and instantly saw a blush form on his face. You pulled his now hard cock out of his shorts and pressed a soft kiss to the tip. He let out a little whine and bit his lip.

You started off slow, teasing him a little, savoring his soft moans and whines. Slowly taking it deeper into your hot wet mouth and down your throat. Your hands found their way to the back of his thighs and you started bobbing your mouth up and down his length, sucking in cheeks just enough to make his knees weak. "B-Babe... s'too much..." He whined and pawed at your hair softly, panting heavily.

You started going a little faster, taking him deeper and relishing in the feeling of his fingers tightening in your hair, not guiding your head, just holding. You pulled off and stroked him up and down, twisting your wrist as you went up. "Feel good, baby?" He moaned, sounding a little nasally and nodded, thrusting into your hand in time with your strokes.

"Just wanna make you feel good, hun.... My best boy, huh?" You kitten licked his tip while stroking and he moaned louder, not even being able to speak at that point. His words coming out like a blubbery mess. You sucked lightly on the tip while stroking him with one and hand and lightly massaging his balls with the other.

"I-I'm gonna..." He moaned and gasped, his voice whiney and needy. You could tell he was close. His eyes were squeezed shut, eyebrows furrowed and a slight pout formed on his lips.

"Cum for me, baby.... Wanna see it." He let out a loud moan and came hard in spurts on your hand, whining and pitifully bucking his hips into your hand. "Good boy..." You cleaned it all up and pushed him back on the bed, pulling off the remaining of both of your clothes. "Gonna make you feel so good, baby.... I promise."

After carefully making sure he was completely prepped and ready, you had him on his back, legs up and you slowly slid inside him. He moaned and bit his lip hard, squeezing his eyes shut. You leaned down and gave him small kisses all over his face and lips while slowly thrusting in and out of him.

"F-Fuck..." He gasped and choked on his words, locking his ankles around your waist. You went a little faster after he got used to it and he let out sounds you didn't even know could come out of him. "R-Right there... Fuck, don't stop..."

You breathed heavily and kissed him deeply while hitting that perfect spot inside him that made him melt into the bedsheets. Not able to form words and he moaned and whined loudly, probably making the whole neighborhood hear him. "So perfect.... Fuck you're amazing." He groaned out as you stroked his cock in time with the thrusts.

After a few more thrusts, he came all over his belly without warning and you slowly pulled out of him. Kissing him softly through his orgasm, you reached over to the tissues on the nightstand and cleaned him up gently. You turned on the bath while he slowly started to relax and got in with him, pressing your back against his chest and cuddling softly into him.

"Why did you do all of this? I didn't deserve it." He asked softly, stroking a hand up and down your belly.

"You're always doing the same things for me. Helping me through my bad days and just being the best person I've ever known and you never ask for anything in return. I wanted to make you feel the same way you always make me feel because I love you."

He smiled and kissed your forehead. "I love you, too."

-- Bree <3

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Any good? Finally cleared out my asks so hopefully I'll get the motivation to start some Kinktober stuff. Toodaloo!

[ifancyharry]

What going to a concert with Harry would be like

This is what I think it would be like to go to a concert with Harry :), i think we all know where i got the idea from...

Warnings: none, fluff

Word Count: 900

Harry would probably surprise you with tickets to your favorite artist’s concert, maybe for your anniversary or birthday. He knows how much you hate when he uses his fame to get you things, so he tells you he got the tickets on Ticketmaster like a normal person would, but you know there’s no way he sat on his computer in the Ticketmaster’s queue for how long it’d take (you know how exhausting that is), so he probably just had Jeff buy them. Anyway, It’s the thought that counts, you think.

His motto is ‘anything to see you happy’, really, so he isn’t bothered when you text him excited in the middle of the day that you can’t wait to go to the concert that night. He matches your excitement, a little bit in awe, and honestly his heart swells with pride at the thought of you being so happy over something he did for you.

The night of the concert he picks you up two hours before just in case. You told him you were feeling anxious you wouldn’t make it on time and he offered you a solution that mostly calmed your nerves down. Even though he knows as soon as you get to the venue you’ll be moved to a more secured area, he wants you to get the full concert experience (arriving early, eating delicious hot dogs and candy floss, buying merch…); he knows how expensive concerts are and that you didn’t get the chance of going to a lot of them (not as many as him), coming from a different background and all that, so he’s more than happy to get there and just wait in line.

When you get to the arena, though, you realize it’s not going to be that easy as a bodyguard escorts the both of you to a more secluded area backstage while you wait for the concert to start. You try not to show your disappointment: this isn’t Harry’s fault but sometimes you get sad you can’t enjoy a night out with your boyfriend without being treated differently in some way.

Harry makes up for it by asking a guard to buy you food (“get two of everything”) and by kissing you softly when you’re left alone in the room. 

Once the houselights have gone down, you’re walked to your seated section, and you almost jump when you hear the first note of the opening song. 

Your heart beats so hard against your chest as you scream the words to your favorites songs. Some fans already spotted you and posted it on Twitter, and despite all, you’re thankful for your private, safe, section.

Harry sang along to a couple of songs, but all in all kept his cool; he’d rather watch you scream your heart out, he can almost feel the happiness radiating from you, with a dumb smile splattered on his face and sparkly green eyes full of his love for you.

He isn’t really keen on PDA, but once he glances at you - hands clasped against your chest, cheeks red, big doe eyes full of tears - he lets out a soft chuckle and circles your waist with his arm, his hand resting on your hip squeezing a little at the plushy skin there.

When you lean in his embrace, he planters a kiss to your temple but doesn’t say anything; he wants you to enjoy the song and not ruin the moment for you.

Once the song that made you all flustered ends, you turn to face him, your eyes puffy from crying and he can see, despite the darkness, your face’s a little red.

“Love” he tries not to make fun of you, he really does, but you look just too cute and soft for him to not let out a chuckle from his nose. You roll your eyes at him but smile nonetheless: “Harry!” You scold, “You don’t get it. She’s betting on losing dogs!” (Mitski reference <3)

And, hear me out, I know we said how much you hate when Harry uses his fame to get you things, but once he asks you if you want to go backstage and meet the singer, you just can’t find it in you to pass that opportunity.

After, you’re so tired and out of energy you just want to go home, put on your comfy pjs and cuddle with your boyfriend until you fall asleep, but when Harry hears your stomach grumble he insists you stop at a McDonald’s drive thru for a midnight snack.

You eat your food in his car; he has turned on the heat for you and lowered both of your seats (those heated too) a little to be more comfortable. As you’re sipping on your milkshake, chewing absentmindedly at the straw between your lips, he says “i’m sorry if it wasn’t what you expected”

And really your heart swells with all the love you have for him. How could he even think that??? 

Sometimes he’s so soft and tender you just want to bite his cheeks. He looks so cuddly right now, his sweater’s sleeves covering his hands as he stretches more across the seat, his head on the headrest turned sideways to look at you.

“I love everything when it’s with you”

[bhryn-art]

SHE LIIIIIIVES

Okay so there's been some time since I last used my Tumblr, and I guess we'd better chat - HI, how are ya? This will be a decent chat, I'll do us all a favour and pop it behind a careful little barrier so you can read at your leisure. Before that! WHERE AM I? Find me at these places: TWITTER/X: Bhryn BSKY: It's still Bhryn CARA: Take a wild guess - Bhryn Ao3 (it's ALL Fire Emblem not sorry!): Bhryn Astairre What's happening with Bhryn/Ferai? Well...

It's been a long time coming, but I think almost anyone who had been close to me has known this was going to turn up one day. And hey, I had a good long run. I never finished Endwalker. I got to around level 77? I think? And I just... didn't feel it anymore. I told myself I'd go back when my interest picked up. It never did. I instead became a lot more invested in other things, and took a huge break from everything to try dealing with my declining health. To that end; thank you, for all the wonderful friends I made on FFXIV, for the fun times we had. But it's time I moved on. I have no immediate or long term plans to return to FFXIV, and I wish everyone who still plays a great, fun time with the game going forward. I won't say for certain that I'm leaving, but I know for now, it's far back on the shelf for me. A large part in this is my decline in health. I'm currently bedbound - I wasn't a couple of years ago, but times change! You just have to roll with the punches. One of these is having a frankly rubbish laptop that wheezes when I play Content Warning and Lethal Company. I dread to think how on fire it would be if I tried even loading the FFXIV benchmark! I also made the choice to get a Steamdeck rather than a new laptop. This laptop still runs my art programmes and lets me write and talk to friends, so I don't need the upgrade badly (I say, side-eyeing the loud and grating noises it keeps making on waking up from sleep with nervousness). The other big punch is the worsening of my hands. Years ago I mentioned to my friends and followers that my EDS was never going to settle for just being a pain in my hip, knees, neck... any joint basically. EDS was always going to be a slow progression. I fought hard against it, and I'm still fighting! To the best of my abilities! But there came a point when finishing off a piece of work for a client, that I realised I simply didn't have the physical stamina or the dexterity in my hands/fingers to do long term brief work anymore. This loss of skillful motion has affected me playing games. I used to joke about having 'old lady reflexes' but honestly, I really do have them now! So I stripped back artwork to be 'just for me, just for fun'. The same for games. Anything that I cannot play well on a controller? Not worth it. I can play Ninja in ffxiv on a controller, but we come back to my Craptop Self Immolating if I tried. So what happens now to me? Now, I try and relax best I can (I caught the Rona four weeks ago, I'm still sore throat and itching in my chest/wheezing/terrible crackling in my chest) and work on my surroundings to give myself the best chance going forward to improve my life. This tumblr, when I made it, it was for me to play my FFXIV character. I have a couple of choices open to me, but I think I would like to change it completely over to an art and writing blog, just in general. To do that, I would have to go and take my username from my old blog and put it on this one. OR, I let this stay as an idle blog and dust off my old tumblr and move ahead with that. I'm still undecided! But, whatever I choose, I want you to remember; You're great. Be kind, do kind things, leave the world better than how you found it. You got this. You always did. With love; Me xxx

[poisonousquinzel]

"HQTAS not having the balls to permanently kill Joker off continues to be one of its biggest faults and I will not forgive them for that."

Their biggest fault is causing the upsurgence of casual pro Joker posts in Harley's tag in light of episodes showing him being "normal" and "based" and "wow look at him! being a socialist! and wanting healthcare!"

wow! it's almost like I don't really give a shit what political stance this domestic abuser takes in this show called Harley Quinn, ya know, the name of the ex he violently and graphically abused throughout the entirety of their relationship?

But oh! Whatever! if he's turned over a new leaf, Who cares! The past's the past's and the writers would rather redeem him! For some stupid ass reason! (Spoiler alert: It's because he's popular and they're cowards)

So let's forget how he literally murdered Poison Ivy!

& forget how he tortured her crew! And planned to have them publicly executed ! Lol!!

He's a cool dad now! He's hip! Whoo!!

Forget about all that abuse in the first season haha! It wasn't plot important anyway!

What's PTSD?! That's not a thing lol Harley would totally not have PTSD from him, they're buddies now! just ignore the little bits of obvious lasting trauma like her flinching

he's taking over her twitter! so sorry if you happen to follow this account and find him triggering or anything lol cause he's hijacking it for his run for mayor! & now he's all over your timeline,, isn't he quirky

He makes jokes about limber she is-- while her private sexual encounter is being broadcasted to all of Gotham WITHOUT HER CONSENT-- and how "violence was a hallmark of our relationship too", cause he's just such a fucking peach now y'all

That was last season.

In episode 12.

While he had a Girlfriend.

He has not owned up to his own actions.

He's not some Reformed Domestic Abuser who's long since changed, shown he's changed and is sorry for what he did because he has not even taken accountability for the fact that No, violence wasn't a "hallmark of their relationship." It wasn't some quirky occurrence to look back at with a sigh of fondness.

Abuse was the staple of their relationship. Abuse that was inflicted by his fucking hands.

The Joker is a monster.

Harley Quinn: The Animated Series version of him is one just as well.

Even just from the part of the cycle we saw from Season 1, he was absolutely at his worst. It's not even like they toned it down for this, they built him up to be the monster that he is and then tried to backpedal and are now pretending he's just a completely different dude now that he's not with Harley.

News Flash, but Harley wasn't the first woman Joker's manipulated into helping him while simultaneously leading them to believe they were mutually falling in love

She's just one of the only survivors.

Because that's what she did. For years. Survived.

And sorryyyy, but I ain't exactly known for looking past The Joker's abusive transgressions and I'm sure as shit not starting now just because he's had a pitifully rushed "redemption" arc with some poorly iced He's A Socialist frosting on top.

Or am I supposed to pretend like in Season 1, Episode 8 he didn't put his manipulation skills to full use and, to add insult to injury, knowing he was going to push her out of the plane, he still kissed her.

Multiple times.

He initiated the kiss. He moved down her neck.

There was no fucking reason he needed to do that. It was just another thing he knew he could do to hurt her.

He pushed so many lines in that episode and then immediately shoved her out of a plane.

He relished in it.

Knowing how much trust she'd just put in him, how much she'd let her guard down and trusted him. She just admitted she dreamed of these moments, of escaping with him.

Because he had abandoned her so many fucking times.

Harley: I used to dream about this moment.

The Joker, laughing amusedly: Oh, Harley, I couldn't leave you on the boat.

I need you.

And then he kissed her! He fucking kissed her!

The Joker: For this.

He pulls her in and repeatedly kisses her.

Harley, making happy noises of approval and giddiness as she kisses him back.

The Joker, quietly as he kisses her neck: That's it.

Batman appears next to them, but Harley's none the wiser as she's gazing happily up at him.

The Joker: And this! Aha Ha Ha Ha!

He violently shoves her through the door of the plane into open air, cackling maniacally.

And she trusted him.

Harley trusted that this time was different. Because she wasn't his henchwoman anymore, she wasn't Her anymore. This was different. She'd escaped with him! They were on equal grounds now...

He respected her. She was important. She was a part of The Legion of Doom. She was a big shot now.

And that's exactly what he meant to do. Because he knew he had to this time, he had to lure her deeper. He had to slather the love bombing on thick to get her to drop her guard.

He had to pretend he was fine with them being equals.

So he did.

He pretended and he acted and he played her. He was cruel.

The mask did have cracks, it absolutely did. It angered him having her correct him and it angered him having to pretend he found her to be a master equal to him.

The Joker: No, I believe it's the student becomes A Master equal to the original master, but not with more mastery than that master.

It was something he couldn't pretend for a moment to believe. He couldn't even lower his ego enough to say a quote correctly "The student becomes the master." because he does not value her as equally.

And after love bombing her all evening long, after watching her drop her guard.

After she admitted she'd dreamed of these moments of escaping with him. After he kissed her.

He shoves her out of a plane once Batman has caught up with them.

Grinning like a maniac.

He knew, he always knew. He enjoyed what he did to her and he's never owned up to anything.

Hurting her is a game to him. He enjoys it. He's always fucking enjoyed it.

He murdered her best friend. Happily!

He captured her remaining friends and tortured them. He planned to hold a public execution.

He wanted to entirely isolate her so she'd have no other choice but to return to him, cause there's no other options if he kills them all.

And, then this part.

This is the entire reason this post isn't a reblog because I don't think just making gifs of this scene does it justice in terms of how sinister he sounds so:

The Joker, chuckling: I want you to put this on.

Cackles darkly before throwing it at her.

Come on, remember how much fun you had in that costume?

Harley: No... I didn't have fun... You were the one having fun. It wasn't till I got away from you that I realized how deeply unfun being with you was!

So I would rather blow myself up and take you with me then go back to being your sidekick and wearing that fucking costume!!

The Joker: So, how about you make this easy and put. The Outfit. On.

"violence was a hallmark of our relationship too"

all of this happened in Season 1.

He says that in Season 2 folks.

Again.

Abuse was a hallmark of their relationship. On his part. He was abusive.

That's not what he said. And he said it with a sigh of "ah, good times" vibes

He looks back on his abusive actions with fondness.

He found humor and pleasure in hurting her and thinking back on it is a good memory for him. It's not a Bad Thing he did that he's remorseful for because all those memories are things he views as good moments.

"violence was a hallmark of our relationship too"

Hall-Mark

noun noun: hallmark; plural noun: hallmarks

• a distinctive feature, especially one of excellence.

He didn't do any of this because he had beef with Poison Ivy, or any of the members of her crew individually.

It all had to do with hurting her.

To get one up on her.

He knew Ivy was important to her.

He knew Ivy was a threat to him when it came to achieving his end goal of erasing Harley completely. So he killed her.

He knew hurting her crew would hurt Harley, he knew that having them there would be a failsafe because while he will hurt them, she won't.

Which means her suicide mission of blowing herself up and taking him with her wouldn't work. He knew that when he let her upstairs. The second she was in that room he had essentially defused the bomb.

Cause he knew she'd never take the crew down with her purposefully.

And then when he gets what he wants, she puts on that fucking costume, he doesn't just end it there.

No.

No.

He decides "let's try n break her heartstrings for old times sake" and pulls the love bombing shtick once again.

She doesn't fall for it, but pretends she does so she can get in close to stab him.

The Joker: You were always so unoriginal, stealing my ideas!

But

He was fully going to kill her even if she did fall for it.

Even if she was completely on board with his bullshit, with all the horror he'd done in the past few episodes towards her friends. Even if she was happy to overlook all of that cause he said the right thing, he plucked the right strings and had her swooning.

He was going to stab her.

It didn't matter.

He was going to do it again.

The Joker had no reason to try and woo her back in (What He Believed To Be) the final moments of her life.

He did it because he thought it would be funny to see the tears in her eyes as she realized he had hurt her again.

As she realized he had stabbed her in the stomach.

That's why he did it.

He wanted her to love him again because he wanted to kill That Harley. The one who would feel the most pain from this, emotionally and mentally. He wanted to watch That Harley suffer.

Because he thinks it's funny. He finds pleasure in hurting her.

And this was going to be the final time, the last hurrah.

So he wanted to have her go out with a bang. A shot in the heart.

Because The Joker is a cruel, manipulative monster who gets off on seeing her in pain that he knows he caused.

"violence was a hallmark of our relationship too"

The Joker is not remorseful for the trauma or suffering he caused her. And his political stance doesn't mean fucking shit to me. His rushed redemption doesn't mean anything, it doesn't change his actions towards Harley and his complete disregard for the truth of the matter. He's a fuckhead and he deserved to stay dead.

[planetsano]

xbox or playstation? 🎮

SYNOPSIS ✰ eren finds more interest in gaming than you, his horny girlfriend.

WARNINGS ✰ nsfw/18+, gamer au, streamer/gamer eren, very needy and horny reader, humping, sex in a gaming chair, blowjob, dirty talk, eren is kinda mean but he lets you use him to get off.

PAIRING ✰ eren yeager x female reader.

The uncomfortable throbbing and heat coming from between your legs were enough to pull you from your sleep. The dream you experienced before waking up was the cause— your boyfriend fucking you into the mattress while his large hand your face hard-pressed into the sheets as he pounded into you from behind. It was expected, Eren’s been streaming and gaming for most of the day, leaving you to fend for yourself to find your own entertainment. Usually, you didn’t mind. It was his job and how he paid rent but on this particular day you were feeling very needy and your advances were met with a dismissive ‘I’m working.’ or ‘I’m busy right now. Can’t you wait later?’

A tiny whine escaped your lips as you sat up, wiping the sleep from your hazy eyes to an empty bed. The orange light from the sunset was bleeding through the window, entering the room and coloring the walls a warm apricot color.

5:15 pm is what the digital clock sitting on the nightstand on his side of the bed read. He should be finished streaming.

The soft pitter-patter of your soft feet sounded again the cold hardwood flooring throughout the hallway as you made your way to what you like to call ‘the homewrecking room’, it’s just his workroom but maybe you’re a little bit of a drama queen. The door was halfway open, so you stuck your head in. It was rather dark, his LEDs turned off and the blinds from the window closed. His face was illuminated by the computer monitors in front of his face. He wasn’t on stream right now that was a fact but you still knocked on the twice before stepping in.

“Eren,” You called for him.

Your soft voice grabs Eren’s attention, making him do a double-take. He takes his hand to push one side of his headset behind his ear, eyes locked on you for a moment. He’s not sure if you want to tell him something but he couldn’t lie, you looked cute right now— dressed in nothing but his hoodie and your cute panties. You were wearing the cotton ones that had the teeny ribbon bow at the waistband. You had a sleepy look on your face, rubbing your eyes with one of your sweater paws.

“Took a nap?” He asks— his eyes darting back to the main computer monitor out of the three in front of him.

“Mhm.” You hum in response, walking over to him and standing at the armrest of his chair.

Eren looks pretty right now. He always does but you especially love when he wears his hair down. He’s so invested in the game— brows furrowed in concentration while his fingers skillfully mashed the controller’s buttons. The game controller looks so small in his hands compared to when you’re holding it.

“Can we cuddle?” You ask softly, wiggling your sweater paw on his forearm.

Eren leans back further in his gaming chair, lifting his arms as an invitation for you to come climb into his lap. So you did— settling yourself onto his thighs with both your legs on either side of his waist. Your body melts into his with your face buried in his neck, taking in his scent. He smelled faintly of his favorite cologne, a sultry mixture of amber and cedarwood. Eren’s arms wrap around your frame, his slender hands still pressing the buttons on his controller rapidly. You can hear his friends’ yelling, profanities, and jokes spill through his headset. To be frank, you were getting a little jealous because you wanted his attention. You’ve been asking for it the entire day nearly.

“Miss you, Eren..” You whine quietly into his skin.

“Flank to your right, Jean-” Eren mutes his mic. “I’m right here, pumpkin.” He rubs yours back a couple of times before his hand is back on the controller. Eren isn’t really there and definitely not paying attention either, you can tell. There's a clear difference in tone— disinterest, and dismissiveness when speaking to you and the lighthearted words and chuckles his friends get.

“Pay attention to me.” You mumble.

“I am.” He deadpans.

“You’re not, you jerk.” Your shirt balls up into your fist.

You just want him— and you’re not exactly picky with how either.

One of your hands finds its way to your clothed pussy, lodging itself in between his crotch and yours before you begin to hump it, adding pressure on your clit from your middle and ring finger.

“What are you doing?” Eren asks quietly enough for his headset not to pick up his words.

“Nothing.” You whimper, continuing to rut yourself against your hand and taking in your boyfriend’s scent.

It’s not enough though, you know it’s not enough. In a way, you almost hate how Eren conditioned you to want his cock and his only. It’s so fucking big and pretty, he knows it too. The way you can feel that thick vein that protrudes angrily along his length rub against your g spot with every thrust. God, and how he splits you open is almost scary but you can’t get enough of it. Fingers, pillows, toys just don’t do it for you anymore— and your hand right now certainly wasn’t.

“C’n I put you inside?” You lift yourself lazily from his shoulder to look at him, pouting and flushed in the face. Eren sighs, before muting his mic once again.

“Will you behave? I’m serious, (Name). I’m not fucking you right now. Jean is recording for his channel.” He says.

“s’okay!” You perk up a bit. “Just wanna feel you.” You say.

“You say that then we end up fucking..” He sighs when he sees the sad puppy eyes you were putting on for him.

“Go on then, Get me hard.”

It’s been thirty minutes— thirty aching minutes of being stuffed full of Eren’s fat cock. Your panties have long since been discarded somewhere on the floor while his shorts and boxers are pulled halfway down his thighs. You know he can feel your walls fluttering around him every time one of you shifts even the slightest bit, and the most frustrating thing about it is: he doesn’t seem to be affected by any of this. Still ignoring you with his dick buried balls deep into your cunt. Every time you attempted to grind your hips down onto his, he would pinch your thigh hard enough to sting.

“Rennie,” You had tears pricking at your eyes at this point, all you wanted to do was cum but your boyfriend was being a jerk.

“Are you this insatiable? My god.” Eren asks.

“Please, Eren. I miss you.” You rolled your hips onto his.

“Fine. Use it, get yourself off. But I’m not helping you.”

Eren doesn’t have to tell you twice before you’re fucking yourself on his cock— quite literally using him as your own personal dildo. Your arms are wrapped snug around his neck, muffling your moans in his neck as you bounce yourself up and down on his shaft. The head of his cock hitting your cervix every time your hips slammed down onto his. The chair creaking underneath you both with your rapid movements was paired with soft sounds of skin slapping, your labored breathing, and whines. You’re almost certain his teammates can hear you, but it doesn’t matter to you. The only thing on your mind right now was using your boyfriend to get yourself off.

You feel your high form in the pit of your tummy, erupting like a volcano when you reach its peak. Your walls clamp around your boyfriend’s big cock— walls fluttering and clenching in erratic rhythms around his shaft. Your thighs are burning and shaking as you tried your best to silence your moans by biting down on his shoulder. Eren feels it all, he knows you just came but he’s still unbothered, his eyes locked on the screen. His body only moves slightly when you tug on his neck a little too hard. You’re limp in his lap, catching your breath when you hear Eren’s team call for a 10-minute break before resuming another session.

“Satisfied?” He asks, pulling back his headphones so they lay around his neck.

“You didn’t cum.” You say, your cheek slightly squished from his shoulder. Eren only shrugs and ushers you to get up by tapping on your thighs and you followed suit— lifting yourself off his cock. It falls heavy out of you, slapping softly onto his shirt glistening from your juices.

“Clean it.” He says.

You drop to your knees taking his shaft into your palm, dragging your tongue along his length making sure to flatten your muscle to cover more area. You look up through your lashes at Eren to see he’s on his phone— body relaxed with his arm rested behind his head, scrolling through Twitter. Ignoring you, again.

Your hand wraps around the base of his cock as you swirl your tongue around the flushed red tip— then taking as much as you possibly could into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks to create a sucking sensation. The rest that couldn’t fit was being fisted by your hand.

“I said clean up your mess, not get me off,” Eren says, looking down at you instead of at his phone. You released him from your mouth with an explicit ‘pop.’

“Will you feed me, Eren?” You ask, eyes never leaving his. “‘m hungry.” Your hand continues to pump him lazily.

“Fuck- Yeah, I got something for you. Hold still.” Eren’s phone is long forgotten, his hand grabbing a fist full of your hair pulling your head back.

“Use both hands, yeah- stroke my cock, baby.” Eren’s moans sound breathless and pretty. You’re moving your hands up and down his dick at a rapid pace.

“Open your mouth. Said you were hungry, right?” Eren shoots his load onto your tongue unannounced— his thick ropes painting your pretty pink tongue white, some of it dripping down your chin. He’s looking down at you with lidded eyes and his bottom lip nursed between his teeth as he rides out his high with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. Your hands come to an eventual stop and you roll your tongue back into your mouth, swallowing your snack. Eren takes a finger, swiping it along your chin to gather the excess that didn’t make it into your tummy. You gladly taking his finger into your mouth sucking it clean.

“Now get out. I’m working.”

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[finelinevogue]

for tour content, maybe you could do an imagine that’s like a series of small moments like little interactions on stage or picking tour outfits or nights in the tour bus/airplane ! just little domestic things <3

i’m going to do this because i have so many weird ideas and just no way of putting them all together ! ;

Grilled Cheese Conversations

The tour bus smelt like it was on fire.

You had been sitting in the living room with Harry for a couple of hours, both of you just skimming through photos from the Met Gala together - judging obviously, before Harry announced he wanted to make himself some food and so left for the kitchen.

He’d been in there for 45 minutes now and the smells that were diffusing from their smelt bloody awful. Harry could cook really extravagant foods, like caviar and lobster, but when it came to something as simple as making a sandwich he was absolutely terrible for some reason. The point was proven when he walked back into the room with a burnt coal looking sandwich.

“What, is that?” You laughed, still sitting with your phone in your hand and waiting for him to come back so you could continue judging these Met outfits together.

“It’s a grilled cheese sandwich?” He spoke as if you were dumb and you should have known that instantly. He walked over to you, sitting down next to you and resting the plate on the table in front of him.

“No, that’s a piece of char.” You raised your eyebrows disapprovingly and watched as he scowled at you for being mean to his culinary skills.

“Well i’m sure it’ll taste great.” He looked smug, up until he took a bite from the cheesy melted - burnt - bread. As soon as the food touched his tongue he was quick to spit it back out again, you groaning in disgust. He pushed the plate away and looked at it in anger. “45 bloody minutes and it tastes of burnt wood.”

“I’m not even going to ask why you know that.” You raised your hands and laughed, watching as he turned to scowl at you again. He had quite the angry face when he wanted to. “Sorry, alright! Do you want me to go make you one?” You asked, sitting up to go and make him one if he wanted.

Harry pulled you into his lap so you were sat with your back to his front, his arms looping around your waist tightly to keep you with him. His chin rested on your shoulder and he kissed your cheek because he could. “No. Stay w’me.” He got all cuddly and soft and you loved it when Harry was like this. He was like a life-size version of your stuffed teddy bear you used to sleep with at night - all cute and cuddly.

“Okay, okay.” You calmed him when he thought you were just going to get up and go. “Let’s judge some people again.” You pulled out your phone and opened it to a twitter account which had posted all of them.

“Where did we get up to?” Harry asked, fiddling with the skin on your stomach as his hands snaked beneath your hoodie.

“Um, Kim K.” You clicked on the image of her and tried to hold back the laugh. It was a dreadful outfit and highly meme worthy, so you’ve heard.

“Well…” Harry sighed, reaching his own hand to swipe seeing as he didn’t have anything more to say on this particular one.

“Billie looked beautiful.” You smiled as Billie’s huge dress came on display, looking a fluffy pink marshmallow dream. She looked very Monroe with her makeup and you were always so shocked when people told you her age, because she looked so mature.

“She must’ve taken inspiration from Marilyn Monroe.” Harry added, nodding in approval of Billie’s outfit.

“More so than bloody Addison Rae.” You laughed, thinking about how far that had been from the truth.

“Addison who?” Harry asked and it made you smile and turn your head around to look at him. He looked down at you, noticing the cheeky glint in your eyes and couldn’t help but steal a glance at your beautiful lips.

“This is why I love you.” You sighed happily and gave him a kiss on the lips, cupping his cheek to direct him better. You were only going for a peck, but Harry made it that you got the full taste of him and kissed you for a minute longer. He felt perfect against you and you really did just simply love him.

“Yeah,” Harry broke from the kiss for a brief moment to tell you something important, “and I love you.”

••••

All Things Sparkles

It was an hour before the Dallas show and Harry was getting ready for another big show.

Dallas were known for being crazy and you were so excited for the energy they’d bring for Harry tonight. Harry always enjoyed the shows more when the crowd was actually ecstatic to be there and he knew Dallas wouldn’t let him down.

He was putting on his silk trousers, Lambert just to the side as he was ironing the shirt to get rid of all its crinkles. Your Harry currently looked so funny in his Gucci silk trousers, his bright yellow socks with bananas all over them, his suspenders hanging down by his sides and no shirt on as of yet. It was the socks that really pieced everything together. He had just had his hair and makeup done, just needing to get dressed before he was completely ready.

He was really glowing tonight. It made you happy to see him like this.

You were watching him through the vanity mirror as you touched up your own makeup, adding highlighter to the areas you wanted to shine a little brighter. You also started adding some gems around your eyes, wanting to be a bit different tonight along with your glittery eye shadow that you didn’t normally do. You were glueing your gems when you felt your boyfriends presence behind you, the heat of his bare chest radiating against the skin of your back.

“You look stunning, m’love.” You looked up through the vanity to catch his gaze, he smiled and you smiled back.

“Thank you. Not too bad looking y’self.” You cheekily replied, motioning towards his bare chest. “Are y’going to be keeping that out all night?” You asked, being hopeful that he would, because fuck it was hot, but also wouldn’t, because you wanted this part of him all to yourself.

“You’d like that wouldn’t y’yeah.” He squinted his eyes at you and nodded, a clear sign that no his tits were not going to be out for Dallas. “Up.” He spoke, lifting you up from under your armpits and walking around the chair so that he could sit down himself. He plonked you right back on top of his lap and watched as you leant forwards to add another gem to the corner of your eye.

“Y’putting me off.” You whined, your ass leaning right back onto the hard of his cock. He couldn’t keep soft around you, that was his kryptonite.

“Oh i’m sorry. It’s not like m’girlfriend is just sitting there looking ridiculously beautiful and yet so innocent.” He leaned forwards to whisper the rest of his words, because they were only for you. “Just look so fuckable right now.”

You had to bite your tongue from turning around and shoving it down his throat, because god did his words make you want to jump his bones. “Shut up, before y’get us both in trouble.” You wiggled your ass back over his cock as you sat back to admire the work of the gems brightening up around your eyes.

“Then stop being a fuckin’ tease.” He grabbed your hips and stopped your from moving anymore. You just smiled and put the lid back on the glue before it went everywhere, especially over Harry’s expensive clothing - even the banana socks were £17.

You looked at him through the mirror to find him already looking at you. You blushed quietly as you watched him take in your beauty. It was quite hard to get over just how ethereal he looked tonight and it made you so feral knowing he was all yours and only yours. Looking down at the gems you got an idea.

“Do y’want me to put some gems on y’too?” You asked, pointing to the ones around your eyes and thinking that he’d looked even prettier with some around his.

“Only if i’m matching w’you yeah.” Harry nodded excitedly. You got up from the chair and swizzled yourself around until you were sat back on his lap, only this time straddling him. You were so close to him now that it was getting ridiculously harder to stop yourself from taking him here and now. You leant down, instead, and gave him a lasting kiss on the skin covering his heart. Your lips lingered there for a moment, before you moved back up to see him already staring down. He smiled when he saw the stain of your lipstick printed over where his heart beat. “I proper love you, Y/N.” He smiled and cupped your chin in his fingers to bring your lips to him.

“No!” Lambert shouted, making you two pause. “You two’ll never stop if you start, so don’t start until after the bloody show.” He rolled his eyes and continued with his ironing, making you and Harry chuckle feeling like high-school kids.

“Okay, now stay still.” You spoke as you glued the first gem and held it steady against the corner of his eye. He wanted to keep his eyes open to keep looking at you, because that’s all he ever wanted to do, but you instructed him to close them just to be on the safer side. It went on easy, sticking to the outer corner of his eye, in a soft white colour that matched his trousers. Yours were the same creamy white colour to match the colour of your dress.

“Do I look pretty yet?” Harry asked rhetorically, but you replied anyways.

“Y’look pretty always.” You kissed the top of his nose whilst you glued the other gem. He closed his eyes as you told him to, but he still smiled at your words. You concentrated as you stuck the gem to the corner of the other eye and sat back to make sure they were even. Harry opened his eyes to see you making sure they looked good. “S’perfect.”

“Like you then.” He hummed in appreciation of you.

“Let’s see then.” Lambert asked, making you both turn in the chair to face him and you readjusting yourself so you were sat back against his chest. “Oh yes! Okay this is photo worthy.” Lambert took out his phone and held it up to face you both, making sure you could see the gems.

“I don’t even have a shirt on!” Harry exclaimed, but held you close anyways as you smiled for the photos and his words making you belly laugh. You posed more seriously for a few and then took a few silly ones to. Your favourite one, though, was one where you were laughing so happily and Harry was looking at you and smiling in awe over you.

He set it as his lock screen. You set it as yours. It would stay that way until your new favourite photos became your wedding day photos.

••••

Sign Of The Times

Tonight was the first Love on Tour show you were attending, only having missed opening night in Las Vegas.

Harry knew that you were coming, but you’d told him to source you out within the crowds because you wanted a full fan experience. You’d gotten the all-clear from Harry’s security, allowing your from backstage and straight through into the cherry pit. You had your lanyard and your sign ready, as fans started to pile in. You were originally going to go straight to the barricade, but you thought the fans deserved that more than you so you hung back and stayed the ends of the crowds.

A few fans spotted you and came up to asking for photos, so you did. Posing with your mask on was weird because you still smiled underneath the mask even though it wouldn’t be seen in the photo. Some fans asked whether they could stay and dance with you ask night to which you were so happy for, because dancing alone would’ve been embarrassing even for you.

The intro for golden started and the crowds were deafening, but all you could think about was your boyfriend and his challenge to spot you within the crowds. Golden and Carolina came and went, you dancing like a crazed fan along with all your new friends. Everyone was so happy and some were even crying tears of joy.

There was just love, love, love, everywhere.

Harry came to his first pause and took a quick drink since he was already quite hot and the altitude in Denver was crazy.

“Good evening Denver!” He shouted into the mic, waiting for the screams of his fans to uproar and then settle before speaking on, “The altitude is crazy here. I’ve barely done anything and I can’t breathe!” He spoke, making you slightly anxious for him but you knew he would be okay because he had an oxygen tank on stage. “Now, m’girlfriend is somewhere here tonight and i’ve gotta find Y/N before I lose the challenge.”

The fans around you started screaming that you were here and the message kept on getting passed down the crowds until they reached the front. Harry was walking around your side of the stage until he met the fans at the front saying that you were behind them. Harry held his hand over his eyes to help him find you better and you held up your sign to help him. Your sign had taken you all of 5 minutes to doodle, but the message was clear;

“I want a kiss from the one in suspenders.”

“There y’are.” He laughed when he saw your sign, dropping his mic and leaning over himself to catch his breathe from the belly laugh that he just let out. You smiled when you saw him laugh, the fans around you screaming and thanking you for making him be this way. Harry stood up and looked at you, messing with his earpiece so he could hear the arena better.

“Kiss me!” You shouted and the people around you were also shouting for him to kiss you. Even with masks on Harry could clearly understand the message.

“I wanna kiss you but I can’t!” He spoke through his mic and his voice echoed throughout the arena, making everyone scream and you simply blush. You knew he couldn’t come and just give you a kiss, it would be too dangerous, but he sent you loads of blown kisses instead and you kept them all. You sent your own back and he stuffed them all in his back pocket, before moving on to his next song before he got told off.

“Damn, he really loved you.” One of your new fans friends says next to you and all you could think was; yeah, yeah he does.

••••

My Only Angel*

For four hours he had been gone.

Four hours since he was in this hotel room with you. Four hours since you had first started acting like a brat. Four hours since he’d gotten fed up of our attitude and tied you up and left a vibrator pulsing against your clit. Four hours since your first orgasm, four minutes since your last.

The whole time Harry had been on stage, all he could think about was you being bound tight in his hotel room and dripping wet from the number of orgasms you would’ve had. He knew you’d never be able to hold yourself for four hours, so he didn’t say you couldn’t cum only he forgot to mention that the number of times that you did cum would be the number of times he denied you later on in the evening. Harry had gotten especially hard performing Only Angel, because that was your song that he’d written for you and then fucked you countless times to. Fans noticed, but put it down to the adrenaline of being onstage rather than the thought of his girlfriend being tied up and overstimulated back in his hotel room.

You just came down from the high of another orgasm when Harry walked through the door. You sighed when you saw him, thinking this would finally be it and he’d let you go free now you’ve suffered your punishment. That was wishful thinking, however.

“Oh, I didn’t see you there.” Harry pretended, wanting to tease you as much as possible, as he walked past you and hung his jacket on the back of a chair.

“H-harry.” You sighed, squeezing your eyes when you moved and felt the vibrator hit and new and exciting angle. You moaned quietly and had to suppress the embarrassing cries you wanted to let out.

“Yes?” Harry moved so he was standing at the edge of the bed, undoing the buttons on his shirt one-by-one. He looked so hot with his sleeves rolled and the suspenders already dropped down to his sides.

“I-I please s-st- enough.” You whimpered, pulling on the restraints to try and stop it yourself but you’d already tried that one too many times and nothing has come of it.

Your wrists were slightly red and bruised from all the tugging you’d been doing and Harry noticed that as he peeled away his shirt from his body. He threw the silk shirt somewhere else in the room and walked over to the right side of the bed, sitting down to get a closer look at your wrists. He leant down to give it a gentle rub and a kiss. You sighed in delight at the feeling of his cool lips burn against your flaming skin. Harry sat up and tilted your face to the side so you could face him, slight tears in your eyes. He looked at you for a few moments, taking in the shear beauty of you and your glorious body, before making sure you were alright.

“What’s your colour, baby?” He asked you gently, stroking your cheek and then running his thumb along your bottom lip with a soft pull.

“G-green.” You nodded and he smiled, leaning in to kiss you on your desperate lips. You basked in the taste of him, closing your eyes like you needed to save this moment to memory forever. You loved him like this, when he was dominant with you. He let you be submissive like you wanted to be.

“That’s my good girl.” He leaned back from you and moved onto the bed more, straddling your bare body. The silk of his pants felt erotic against your hot skin and you moaned at the dreamy sensation. He ran his large, ringed, hands up and down your body, feeling every curve and crevice. He massaged your boobs lightly in his hands, up and down your stomach and to your inner thighs behind him. You hummed at the feeling, gasping when Harry finally turned off the vibrator and moved it away from you. You felt lighter from freedom all of a sudden.

“T-hank you.” You breathed out, opening your eyes to meet his electric green ones. Wow, he looked beautiful - still slightly sweaty and hot from his concert.

“Don’t thank me yet, angel.” He grinned as he took down his trousers and pants, pushing them to the floor with his foot.

He didn’t even wait for you to register what was going on before he slipped himself inside of you. You loved the feeling so greatly, but your clit was still so sensitive. You shuddered as he picked up his pace and thrusted into you harder and harder, faster and faster. The sound of his skin slapping against yours, made you arch your back and your toes curl and then feeling if him so deep inside of you was enough to make you cum already, again.

“Feel s-so good.” You looked at him and saw the desire within his eyes. He was so full of lust right now, because the sight of you tied up with him pounding into you is better than simply imagining it. Nothing could feel more euphoric than this, both of you were sure of that.

“Yeah? Feel me all around you? So perfect f’me. M’beautiful angel.” Harry moaned out, cupping one of his hands around your throat and pushing you deeper into the mattress, whilst his other hand went to cup your breasts and give them the devotion they deserved.

Everything felt everywhere.

His rocks became sloppier as he reached his high, yours approaching much sooner than you thought it would. You were surprised you actually had anything left in you. His cock hit a spot inside of you that made you scream out and he felt you collapse around him all at once, causing his own release to quickly follow. He continued to fuck you through your release and bent himself over to press his lips to yours. He felt and tasted amazing, you couldn’t get enough. It would never be enough.

“Love you so much.” You spoke the best you could and Harry released his hand from your throat, leaning down to kiss it softly. He reached over to your hands to untie them afterwards, giving them both a few kisses over your wrists when he saw the harsh marks. Your arms were so tired that they just fell to your sides, but Harry kept on touching you softly; stroking your messy hair away from your face and caressing your cheek softly as if he hadn’t just fucked you raw. He kept his face close to you as he whispered the words that would stay imprinted on your heart forever.

“I love you, Y/N.”

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‘Bad Dog’ 18+ Wardlow (Michael) x fem!reader

^let’s find out what happens when the seemingly vanilla girl tries to dominate her beast of a boyfriend^

- CW: handcuffs, femdom, dom/sub dynamics, flippa tha switch (youll see), name calling, degrading, honorifics (daddy), choking, edging/orgasm denial, praise, size kink if you squint, i play with the kayfabe - inspired by ‘bad dog’ by neon hitch

3rd Person POV:

She had everything ready; metal handcuffs, dressed in the dark green lingerie set he favored on her, hair and light makeup done just right. She sat on the bed as she waited for him to return to the hotel room. Scrolling through Twitter, looking at the clips of Michael tossing those poor security guys around. The sheer strength he displayed sent a tingle down her spine and straight to her pussy. Hearing the beep from the key card swiping so she quickly put the phone in her bag and raced to greet him at the door with a kiss, “Hi Daddy. I missed you.” He pulled away and scanned over the shorter woman’s body. “I can see that, baby.” Leading him to sit on the bed while she stood in front of him “I thought we could try something new?” His large hands gripped her hips and she almost forgot what she was trying to do. He looked up as a cue to tell him, “Maybe I take control tonight? Try to dominate you.” He felt bad for chuckling, “That’s cute princess.” She pouted, “I’m serious Michael. I just wanna try. Pleasee? For meee?” she begged. He knew he couldn’t say no to her pretty begging. “Fine. Let’s see how you do.” She instructed him to strip and lie on the bed as she straddled just above his waistline. Y/N pulled the handcuffs seemingly out of nowhere and secured him to the bed frame; not tight enough to really hurt him, but not loose enough to where he would get out.

Pulling back to admire her work, “You look good like this, pet. All tied up for me.” she spoke confidently, earning a groan from the man under her. He could feel her getting wetter by the second; the feeling mutual when she felt his hardening cock behind her. She slid down his body, trailing kisses as she went. When she reached his cock, she stopped much to his dismay. “What do you want, dog?” He tugged on the cuffs that kept his hands from gripping her hair and fucking her throat. “Fuck, your mouth.” “Beg.” the single word left her lips bluntly. “You want my mouth? Beg for it.” Never once did he think she could make him beg the way he made her; and fuck it was hot. “Please puppy, suck me off.” He saw the way her face changed at the use of one of his many nicknames for her. Her lack of experience and being called that made her give in. Licking a stripe from base to tip, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of achievement when he groaned deeper. Y/N knew she couldn’t take all of his size at once; so she eased her way from sucking the tip of his cock, moving her way down. When he bucked his hips up slightly, she gave him a taste of his own medicine, pushing him down and looking up at him “Bad dog-” 

That’s when he had it.

With what seemed like superhuman strength, he snapped the cuffs at the links that connected the two sides together. Before she could register what happened, he had flipped them both over so he was on top of her with his hand around her throat, one of her favorite places for it to be. “Now we both know the only one that begs around here is you. Look how quickly you dropped the act as soon as my hand went around your pretty little throat.” she whimpered under his gaze. “Please Daddy,” he grinned as she submitted once again, “I thought I could do it.” “I know sweetheart.” His thumb went up to pull on her bottom lip, then kissing her; her soft moans fueled his lust. “What do you want from Daddy?” He didn’t have to ask the woman, but he liked to hear her say it. “Fuck me.” Didn’t have to tell him twice. He swiftly pulled her panties off and undid her bra with ease. His fingers found their way to her folds, groaning at how she was almost dripping onto the sheets beneath them, “All this just from barely sucking me off? That’s my little slut-” She sighed as he slipped one digit in her soaked pussy. “F-fuck Daddy.” He grinned, adding another finger “Good girl.” she gripped his forearm as his thumb connected with her clit. He felt her walls tighten around his fingers, “Does my little girl want to cum?” she nodded quickly at his taunt. “Use your words.” “Please can cum Daddy? I’ll be good.” He pulled his fingers away and she whined until she looked up to see him sucking her arousal off his fingers, moaning at the sight and clenching around nothing. “No puppy,” he moved down her body this time, his breath on her pussy making her shudder. Without another word, his tongue licked at her folds like he was starving. Whimpers and soft moans were the only sounds leaving her lips as he started to suck on her clit, her hand finding itself in his hair as she chased her high. “I’m gonna cum, fuck.” The words came out and he pulled away once again. He smirked at her flushed cheeks and pouty face, knowing he was the only one that can reduce her to such a state. 

When Michael finally decided to give her what she wanted, he had her on her back. He knew she was wet enough after what seemed like hours of edging. She was whimpering at just his tip in her already sensitive cunt, “Can’t take it, puppy? I thought my good little slut was always ready for Daddy’s cock-” he nails dug into his broad shoulders as he spoke. He kept moving in slowly so he didn’t hurt her; one thing Michael never lost sight of no matter how rough he got with her. Once he bottomed out in her, she felt his thumb rubbing small circles on her hip. “Please move.” she sighed. Just like that, his previously soothing action turned into his large hands gripping her hips and pounding into her. The moans and screams leaving her pretty lips only gave him more motivation as she raked her nails down his back while he sucked bruises onto her neck and chest. Michael placed his hand around her throat again and watched her face contort in bliss: a sight he would never grow tired of. He felt her walls tighten around him as she neared her high, “Cum for Daddy, puppy. You’ve been so good.” Her orgasm hit her like a train after however many times he had denied it, she had lost count at that point. Tears streamed down her cheeks as he felt her tighten and finally cum around his cock; a sensation that would have him following close after. His hard, fast paced thrusts slowly slightly as she felt him cum deep in her. Staying inside her until both of them came down fully, he left kisses all over her face and wiped the pleasured tears from her face, “That’s my good girl. I’m so proud of you, babygirl.” Michael’s soft tone and sweet praise helped pull her back to Earth after a more intense orgasm. He pulled out of her carefully and grabbed a discarded shirt to clean her up; knowing he couldn’t leave his clingy baby after sex like that. 

After getting cleaned up and under the covers, he pulled her close to his chest and pet her hair. “For what it’s worth, you were doing good.” he offered. “Thanks. Can we do it again but you don’t break the restraints?” He laughed “No promises, puppy.”  “I love you Michael. And I’m really proud of you for dealing with what’s been going on with ‘you know who’.” she said, almost mumbling. He couldn’t help but smile at her cute, sleepy state. “I love you too Y/N. Go to sleep puppy, I know you’re worn out.” She wasn’t able to respond as sleep took over her body as she listened to his heartbeat. He kissed the top of her head as he felt himself drifting to sleep as well.

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[megwritesfanfiction]

Sins

A/N: Well. Well, well, well. Yeah I know I don't use this site anymore but I said I would write a DamiRae fic for a friend, and I did so I figured I should post here.

Yes, I still write fanfiction. I write My Hero Academia fanfiction. I mainly use twitter now (https://twitter.com/megwritesfanfic).

But here's the fic.

Nice popping back in! :P

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“What’s your problem?”

Damien blinked, shocked. He adjusted his posture as his fist nervously moved from in front of his mouth to his lap to the arm of the couch. “Excuse me?” His lips wobbled as he tried to keep himself from laughing.

“You’re staring,” Raven answered, not bothering to look up from her book.

“You-” His eyes darted back and forth.

Obviously tracing the path that Gar had just taken back to his room.

“You didn’t see that-” Alfred had lectured him more than once about the difference between being honest and rude. And as much as Damien hated to admit it…

Well, he would never admit it out loud, but he knew that Alfred knew that Damien knew the advice was more meaningful than ever working with a team.

“-that-” Though he was struggling with a polite way to describe that shameful display.

“You mean Garfield’s atrocious attempts to flirt with me?”

“Yeah.” Well then. “That.”

So, she had noticed. Damien couldn’t tell if the empath was blind or dense when she hadn’t so much as flinched as the green teen obnoxiously strutted around the kitchen. Supposedly, Gar was making a sandwich, but Damien was sure there was nothing erotic about a grilled cheese.

Especially a grilled cashew cheese sandwich, but- “I think he might be attracted to you.” Judging by the way he assembled and devoured that sandwich, it was more than attraction.

“He is,” Raven answered as she continued to read, “but he also just got dumped, again, by the blonde girl who betrayed us and conveniently has amnesia about the whole ordeal.”

His eye’s widened.

Damien already knew about Terra. It was one of the many events he’d been briefed on before joining the team. Clearly, he hadn’t been given all sides of the story.

“Oh.”

“Garfield will get over it once he finds a new blonde traitor.”

“You’re jealous.”

Raven blinked, flashing four angry eyes before a pair of confused violet snapped to him.

Alfred had warned him about his mouth, Richard had specifically warned him not to piss Raven off, and Damien had only been at Titans Tower for thirty-six hours.

“I don’t do jealousy,” she replied coolly, clearly bothered.

“So it’s envy?” Might as well go out with bang.

The mood between them shifted.

A wicked smile curled at the corners of her lips as she placed her book in her lap. “More like,” she drawled, licking her lips, “wrath.”

The word coiled around him dangerously. “Really?” His father had warned him about her. “You went from looking like you wanted to dismember me to amused.” She had ended worlds by shedding a few tears. “Why?”

“As Cyborg would say,” Raven started with a nod, “you’ve been here all of five minutes-”

Damien snorted.

“-and you’ve decided to point things pretty much everyone else ignores,” she smirked. “Good boy.”

He struggled not to react to the praise.

Her smile widened, eyes flashing. “Empath,” she reminded him pleased.

Damien cleared his throat, trying as discreetly as possible to adjust himself.

“Oh, Robin-”

The name he’d longed for had never sounded like this. It burned his ears and immediately wrapped his muscles in tension.

Her eyes bore into him as she stood up. Raven opened her cape as she strolled toward him in slow sultry steps. Crossing her ankles with each step, her hips swiveled deliciously as the heavy dark velvet brushed against the sides of her thighs. A hand twirled around her belt, pulling his eyes down her body.

A socoress indeed.

“-I-” she started, walking behind the couch. She leaved over and moved her lips a hair away from his ear. “-am so looking forward to getting to know you better.”

Damien bit his lips, a shudder pulsing down his spine.

Raven chuckled, darkly as she walked toward her room.

“Hey!” Damien called out.

Raven stopped. She looked over her shoulder, brows raised.

“This-” He was so eloquent today.

Thank goodness Alfred wasn’t here to witness this.

“This is-” He didn’t want to read too much into this, but Damien hated how quickly he’d found himself entranced by the half-demon. “Is this gluttony?” At this point, he wouldn’t mind if he was just a snack for her to devour. “Or greed?” He would willingly let her take every single drop of him and then go for seconds.

“No.”

He wouldn’t be so bold as to assume he’d be vanity.

“You’re not.”

Maybe pride, but-

Her eyes swept up his body.

Damien had never felt more exposed.

“Lust,” she breathed.

The word ignited something wild inside of him.

Raven turned away from him, voice dropping to her usual monotone, “Later Robin.”

How fitting a demon would tempt him into the depths of hell?

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A/N: Can't say if/when I'll pop in again or write Teen Titans, but it was nice saying hello again old friends.

Much love.

[corpsedaydream]

Hi! I dont know if you write this, but can i request for angsty-fluff imagine for corpse? Maybe when you’re jealous? Thank u❤️ love ur writings

u ask for jealousy and angst, and i said hell fucking yeah

hope u enjoy! 

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it’s fine

Corpse was ever so charismatic. It was something about him that was impossible to deny. Even when he would get misjudged by people, thinking he may be this intimidating presence purely because of how he dressed and sounded, it would only take a few exchanges of sentences between him and a stranger for them to instantly change their mind and feel drawn to him, instead. You knew this better than anyone, after all, it had been one of the factors in what had made you fall for him so hard and so fast.

The only issue was that, sometimes, he could have the same effect on others and, sometimes, when you caught someone else clearly having some heart eyes for your man, that brought forth the little green monster inside of you. He was magnetic, and as happy as you were that the world was so intrigued by him and he was having all the success he deserved, you couldn’t deny that there was a part of you that wished that magnetic pull only worked on you.

It seemed there were certain days when Corpse managed to turn on this charismatic side of him even more so. Today had happened to be one of those days. It was good, because it was a day the two of you had planned to spend together. But when you went out to lunch and the server definitely let her hand rest on his arm a little too long and said things a little too flirtatious and hardly acknowledged your presence, you started to lose that good feeling.

You didn’t say anything about it, even though you kind of wished he would have figured that him giving the girl a back and forth was encouraging her more and upsetting you further. But you were determined to have a good day with your boyfriend, you didn’t want to start any drama with him.

He asked you if you were okay on the way back to his place, noticing you were being quiet. You told him you were and left it at that, even if you did want to say more.

Finally, in the safety of his home that was like a bubble in which was just for the two of you, you were feeling better. Quality time was your love language and his was physical touch, something you could both give each other with ease when there was no outside interruption. Between the little talks, the exploration of hands over each other, the giggles that turned into wiping tears of laughter from your face and shared kisses, you swore you could spend the rest of your life like this and be happy.

And then the bubble burst.

“Ah, shit, (Y/N).” He began, and the mood between you instantly changed.

“What?”

“They need a tenth player right now and no one else can get online.” He had promised that today was about you. And usually, you would be completely okay with him going and joining in on the streams, often you loved sitting by him and watching him get so invested in the games. Except lately, you’d been feeling at an arms length from him and you hated it. You wanted his undivided attention today.

“And?” You were being short with him, you wanted him to know you weren’t okay with this right now.

“It’ll just be a few games...”

You let out a huff and turned your head to the side, looking away from him. You were being stubborn. You didn’t want to tell him what to do, you wanted him to figure it out on his own, that you didn’t want him to play and wanted him to stay right here in this moment with you.

“You can come sit with me?” He spoke again as you remained silent, seemed as if he wasn’t figuring it out.

“Just go play. It’s fine.” It wasn’t fine.

-

Sitting on your own now, you felt bare without your limbs being all tangled with his beneath the blanket like they were earlier. You had tried to turn on the television to watch something, but everything on just seemed to annoy you.

With a sigh, you pressed your hands to your knees and stood up, walking towards Corpses gaming room. At first, you were going to walk in, giving in to the want that was craving to be by his side, but upon hearing a number of female voices, that jealousy appeared inside you again and you walked away.

It was slightly irrational, you knew these people were his friends, but today had really gotten to you.

At an attempt to distract yourself, you opened up Tik Tok, but all your for you page seemed to be was more girls wanting your boyfriend.

“Fucking hell.” You said out loud, closing the app and opening up Twitter next. But you should’ve known it would’ve been worse on there, Corpse seemed to be trending every day on that app, you told yourself you really should have known better for that one.

However, the next social media app click was deliberate. You knew that Corpse had been reposting stories of people using his song and you decided on treating yourself to some more sweet torture. And sure enough, his story was filled with more girls. Firing that jealousy and insecurity you had been feeling today even more.

“Fuck this.” You announced, standing to your feet and feeling tears of frustration build in your eyes.

Once you had finished gathering your belongings, you were just about to make an exit when that crazy thing of timing pulled a fast one on you as Corpse emerged from his gaming room.

“What are you doing?” He questioned you, spotting your hand gripping the handle on his front door.

Seeing him should’ve made you feel better, but it only caused more tears to well up, so you quickly looked away from him.

“I’m going home.”

“What-no, why?” He came closer to you then and you turned more towards the door.

“Because you obviously don’t want me here.”

“What the fuck? (Y/N), of course I do. What are you even saying right now?” He was by your side now, grabbing your hand from the handle and holding it in his. His other went up to cup your cheek, tilting your head up to face him and that’s when he saw the glaze of tears in your eyes. “Hey, baby,” Worry sparked up in him. “You’re upset...” He stated the obvious and you shook your head out of his grip, directing your vision to the ground.

You thought he might create some distance between you both when you did that, but instead, he did the opposite. He pulled you into a tight hug, one arm wrapping snugly around your waist and his other hand resting on the back of your head to encourage you against him.

“Don’t, I’m going.” You spoke, but your words were meek, you didn’t actually want to leave and he knew that.

“No. You’re not.” He argued back, his arms pulling you in even closer. “I want you here.” He told you and that’s what made you snap.

“No you don’t!” Your voice got louder, matching the movements of you bracing your arms against him and pushing him back, breaking the human contact. He was in shock, watching you with cautious eyes. “If you did, you would’ve spent time with me and only me today. You wouldn’t have left me alone!” You became more emotional as you spoke, a few tears managing to spill onto your cheeks.

“Baby-”

“No!” You cut him off. “Don’t ‘baby’ me right now.” You took a moment to wipe under your eyes before continuing because you knew this next admission would cause you some more tears. “You know how hard it is to compete it with every other girl who’s all about you right now? They’re everywhere, and they’re all so fucking beautiful. I know you see them, I’m not them, Corpse.” Your voice broke into a sob as his name left your lips and he felt his heart break to see you in that state.

He wasn’t sure if you still needed space, but he couldn’t stand in front of you while you cried and not do anything. So instead, he once again brought his arms around you, but this time he scooped you up, encouraging your legs to hook over his hips so he could carry you.

You continued to cry against his neck as he walked the both of you to his room and when he placed you down onto his bed, he was instantly beside you, cradling you against him.

“I need you to listen me,” He began once you had started to calm down, he wanted to make sure you paid attention. “You are so important to me. So fucking important to me, (Y/N).” His eyes were boring into yours and he brought his hand up to wipe the wetness from your cheeks before continuing. “I don’t want you to be anyone else.” He was speaking with force, but it wasn’t aggressive, he was wanting to make sure that you really understood the depth to his words.

“It’s just, everyone seems to want you and I’m just-”

“Don’t you dare put yourself down.” Corpse cut you off before you could finish. For a moment, he pressed his lips to your forehead before moving his face back so he could look at you again. “I only want you. You’re it for me, baby.”

“Do you really mean that?”

“With my whole fucking heart.”

“I love you, I really love you.” You told him, your emotions were still running high, but you were feeling a whole lot better.

“I love you, too.”