#ik that might not seem like much but this happens everytime i make some attempt to spend time with them

[roaringheat]

I was really productive today and i'm trying to be proud of myself but theres nothing like being reminded by my family that they consider me lesser and an after thought to kill my mood and motivation

[moonstruckme]

hi :3

everytime i send you a request my personality’s different HAHA

okay, sooo, i was thinking (rare occasion) about your casual dominance story (LOVE btw)

so, how about that EXCEPT reader is the casually dominant one >:)

feel free to ignore this, ik this isnt like what u normally do

love ya MWA

Okay so I swear I tried to do dominant reader but it just turned into this, idk how it happened. She’s not super dominant but she’s not submissive and she definitely gets her way, so I hope you like it <3

cw: alcohol, suggestive content + a bit of light degradation, mdni please

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 601 words

You find the marauders in the living room. At the center of the party, as usual. 

“Hey, gorgeous.” Sirius’ eyes find you instantly. He grins. Remus follows his gaze, and immediately starts talking to James about something else. “I was just thinking about you.” 

“You’re always thinking about me,” you say, bypassing the space he makes for you on the couch to sit in his lap. 

He scoffs, settling his hand on your thigh. You know he can smell your conditioner. You hope he dreams about it. “Sweetheart,” he replies, breath warm on the shell of your ear, “you’re projecting.” 

You let your head fall back on his shoulder, batting your eyelashes up on him. “That’s a five dollar word there, baby. You taking lessons from Remus?” 

Sirius makes a sound like he’s choked on a laugh. He covers it up by taking a sip of his drink. His cropped shirt lifts when he raises his cup, and you swiftly turn around on his lap, covering the slice of abdomen from view. 

He raises an eyebrow at you. He knows what you’re doing, but he hardly minds. You’re conveniently placed to feel something stiff and familiar poking at your heat through his pants. 

You grin and shift a little, delighting when his cheeks pinken. 

Black fingernails dig into your thigh in an attempt to still you. 

“Doll,” Sirius says warningly. 

You ignore him, plucking the cup from his hand and swirling it, sniffing at the liquid inside. Sirius holds your stare as you take a sip. 

“How many of these have you had?” you ask. 

“That there’s my second.” 

You hum, taking another sip. Strong, but not bad. 

“I’m gonna finish this one off,” you tell him. “I think you’re good for tonight.” 

He raises an eyebrow at you. “And why’s that?” 

You lean in close, wrapping one hand around the side of his neck and murmuring against the shell of his ear, “Because it’s no fun fucking you if you’re already stupid when we start.” You back up an inch, looking into eyes now eclipsed by pupil. “Okay, honey?” 

Sirius swallows. You feel the movement of his throat under your hand and stroke the side of his jaw with your thumb. Roll your hips again, just because you can. 

He takes in a sharp breath, hands clamping down on your hips to try and keep you in place. 

“Sirius, mate,” James says from the other side of the couch, “are you alright?” His brow is creased in concern, but you can see the tensed muscles around his mouth from the effort it takes to keep from smiling. Beside him, Remus is doing a much better job at exercising his poker face. “You look like your drink’s gone down the wrong pipe or something.” 

Sirius might normally see the knowing in his friend’s look, too, but he doesn’t take his eyes off of you. “I’m fine,” he says, voice impressively blase for someone who seems like he could cum in his pants with a couple of strategic movements on your part. “Just thinking it’s time me and my bird get out of here.” 

“What?” You make a show of leaning away from him, and the shift in your weight has Sirius gripping desperately at your hips. “Babe, it’s so early. We’ve only just got here. Let’s give it an hour at least, yeah?” 

“Really?” Sirius asks quietly, urgently. 

You take a slow sip of his drink, letting him see the way your throat bobs when you swallow. 

“Yeah,” you exhale as you finish. “Why, are you in some kind of hurry?”

[wh0lemilk0vich]

ik you prefer chubby eddie over chubby steve, but consider! this is basically me rambling about self-image but then it goes gremlin (i love thighs), bit of praise kink too

steve isn’t so obsessed with high school image and his reputation anymore. we see in season 3 him talking to dustin and making a couple of weird comments about weight, also the whole thing about being friends with a band kid and a bunch of dnd nerds

i thibk once he lets go of that, i mean he’s dating eddie munson he’s gonna have to change his thoughts on self image and shit, he probs gains a little weight bcus 1. he’s trying not to care about how other people think of him anymore 2. no more swim team and basketball 3. he’s getting looked after <3

and he’s not insecure really he’s just very confused and that makes him frustrated like. ?? never once has he been a tubby guy, he’s always been the skinny athletic type and obsessed with his image.

“?? i dont get it. where did this come from????” one hand gripping his belly shaking it, “what’s going on? and i sick or something?? eddie?” almost frantically calling out for his boyfriend without his eyes leaving the mirror “babe it’s just a bit of pudge, circumstances have changed. no one’s sick, alright?” smooch. no need for reassurance bcus steve knows he’s hot shit

but it also is the 80s and ofc fatphobia is a thing so maybe he struggles a bit, especially since he was that traditional jock with abs who teased anyone that was remotely different to “skinny”, so it might take him a bit so get used to

but he doesn’t mind it, thinks about how strong hopper was w his body before the russia stuff and how eddie and his friends love him, so shit what else does he need? he’s comfortable, eddie seems to really like the extra weight, and he doesn’t worry about what other ppl think anymore

eddie is also a tactile lover, adores holding onto steve and gently squeezing him, especially his muffin top and love handles. eddie definitely tells steve all the time how much he loves him and his body, boy is non stop

eddie gets a bit bolder after a while of steve getting used to his new-ish figure “look at this baby, so fucking soft” gripping steve’s stomach while he fucks him, steve only being able to moan in response so deep into subspace (steve is a sub no questions asked), feebly attempting to string together a sentence something along the lines of “all for you baby”. also hc that eddie is obsessed with thighs bcus i’m projecting lol, “you could suffocate me with these christ stevie, you have no idea what you do to me, so so good for me baby boy, look at you: perfect” steve nodding head thrown back a deep guttural whine escaping him from being praised like that. maybe at some point eddie is sucking steve off, steve lying on the bed his back arched and just fucking squeezes his thighs on eddie’s head. only briefly to check if eddie really liked it but FUCCKKK eddie’s just like “dothatagaindothatagainohmyFUCKINGGOD”. like steve is beefy, mans was swimming team captain and basketball dude, the extra pudge doesn’t stop that. so there’s this creamy soft dough being pressed with the strength of an athletic 20 year old in his prime like hooooooly shit

anyway eddie loves it and now everytime he sucks steve off he needs needs neeeds to be squished by steve’s thighs. i mean we saw them peek out of the shorts in s3 babes has got meaty thighs . eddie nuzzling up to stevie in bed, one hand stroking steve’s hair the other gently gripping his thigh. steve driving, eddie always has a hand squeezing his thigh. lying down together is either a face smushed up in his crotch between his thighs kneading the fat gently.

and eddie def loves the belly i mean who doesn’t!! i dont reeeeally see steve and eddie being into the deliberate gaining scene, like this just happened to steve and that’s that. but. however!! steve has definitely got an appetite from being a student athlete, and eats big portions. not much of a snacker but loads his plate up always, and usually goes for seconds or thirds. queue eddie giving belly rubs to steve who never knew how fucking good it feels. again not deliberate gaining, but still gaining

hmm eddie also has those handcuffs. chubby steve writhing in the cuffs, restrained to the bed. begging for eddie to touch him but he says no bcus steve wasn’t well behaved that day, he let girls flirt with him at family video. thinking of his fat belly all on display, creamy milky thighs shaking. of course this is all consensual, whole way through using trafic light system. steve is panting bucking his hips, if eddie can just get down there for a sec steve can use his trick and get eddie to do whatever he likes…

eddie bobs down to tease steve when he squeezes him with his thighs. this sets eddie off because ok yeah fine fine i’ll give you the most tantalising, toe curling, back arching, sensual blow job if you squeeze my head a lil bit with ur thighs

Oooh i do love this! I just really like Eddie haha so I like to project onto him and have him be a pretty soft boy, but I really love contrast so this still absolutely works for me 🥵

I see Eddie as like a pansexual nympho boy who's mad for Stevie and like i think the comfort weight gain just sweetens the deal. Like of course Steve has always been pretty, all toned muscle, slutty tiny waist, and all the pretty moles and freckles and his soft hair and lips. But now, Eddie's fucking wrecked like can't get Steve out of his mind because he's a sucker for a fat-bottomed, bottom heavy boy. Like fuck Steve would look so good, carrying it low in his belly, wide hips, wide thighs, big butt, giving Pixar mom vibes.

"Hey Edds, do these make my butt look big?" Steve eyeing himself in the mirror, trying to adjust and pull at his jeans or chinos.

"Hell yeah! Jeez, Stevie, how'd you get these up. They look painted on" and he spins Steve to look at him, he smacks his hands to each cheek and feels him up, pressing and grinding himself against Steve's front so he can feel how turned on he is.

Eddie takes to not exactly fucking Steve traditionally. He'll ride one of his thighs, or grind against his soft belly, or frot between his cheeks. OR fuck grab his hips and fuck his thighs, and Steve can feel Eddie's cock* dragging against his own as he uses his thighs. And quickly Eddie gets taken over by desire and he stars going harder and faster and grunting and whining in Steve's ear about how beautiful he is and his arms wrap tight around his middle, or grabbing one of his pretty pert newly budding tits.

But when he sees Steve in his hoochie daddy shorts and he sees those thighs spread out, constantly kissing, his mouth goes dry and he just wants them to be his earmuffs.

And fuck yesssss cuffing his hands above his head so he has Steve's body in front of him to teasingly worship.

Eddie stays fully clothed because this is about Steve and he leans in really close kissing up the column of his neck, nibbling at the barest hint of softness under his chin, nuzzling his nose into his downy soft cheek. And he snakes a hand into Steve's boxers, toying with him, getting him hard.

"Do those little sluts you flirt with at family video know what a good little whore you are for me?" It's said so lovingly with a hint of menace and growl. "Are you going to show me how good you can be. I don't want you to cum until I tell you you can. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir/daddy/Eddie! 🥵🥵"

"good boy/girl/princess"

And then he starts kissing down Steve's front, sucking and tweaking his nipples. Kissing down past his belly button, biting at the soft jiggly lip that's turned into a fully roll having lost its fight with gravity, leveling up from when it was just a little pot, a soft covering over his abs. He roughly tugs Steve's boxers off leaving him completely vulnerable and naked and grabbing him at the base he slowly lowers his head, swallowing Steve down and he just feels Eddie's mane pooling around him.

Eddie can't hold himself back for long though, so he hefts Steve's legs and thighs over his shoulders and really starts going for it, wet and sloppy and like wrapping his arms around Steve's thighs to get him to press them like walls of plush around him, or grabs onto his ass for leverage. And he pulls off with a pop, panting and chuckling dazedly. He turns his head and kisses and bites into soft thigh flesh and he strokes Steve telling him to cum for him baby. it's ok he's got him. And just watching blissed out and carnal as Steves body quakes under him. Soft and filled out because of the love he put into Steve (gotta satisfy a little breeding kink).

God that would be so good

*asterisk because I feel like Eddie has a big ol' donkey dick that you wouldn't expect

[celestialrry]

call me baby

psa: this might have a part 2 if anyone wants it, ik its a shitty ending lol but I wouldn’t know what to write after this. also I have another angst piece in the works but its literally taking so long to write 😖

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summary: Being hopelessly in love with your friend isn’t ideal, especially when Harry doesn’t even seem to see you as more than a therapist. 

warnings: angst, pining, cursing

You looked over at your phone, now vibrating against your bedside table, lit up with his contact photo, a picture of him sticking his tongue out. “Hi.” You picked it up, wrapping your free arm around your torso, sitting up a bit straighter out of instinct even though he couldn't see you.

“Hey, love. Can I get some advice?” He asked through the phone, his voice a bit gravely and deep as always. You silently sighed, biting your lip in hesitation. Everytime you’d get a call from him, he would either rant about his current partner, get advice about them, or just want you to be there when he needed someone to talk to.

Of course you would always be there for him, regardless of time, space, and anyone he gave his heart to. He was Harry Styles for god's sake, your friend since forever, the man who treated everyone like they were the best thing in his life, most of the time at least. He lit up any room he was in and when you’d see him it would always be fulfilling, even if the two of you sat in silence in a room of just four walls.

“Of course, what’s up?” You asked after a brief moment of silence. It was currently 4 in the morning in your single room flat in London and you didn’t think Harry knew that, but you weren't going to tell him.

“It’s just, Ana’s has been so clingy lately and we’ve only been together officially for 3 weeks. It’s making me want to end things.” Harry admitted into the phone. You almost rolled your eyes at his words. Not once has he called you to ask about you in months, but that's just how things were. You weren’t sure why you expected anything else.

“If you aren’t happy with her, end it,” You spoke up after a while, unsure if you were giving him the advice because you were desperate to be with him or it was genuinely what he should do.   “There’s no point in being with her if you’re considering ending it over her being clingy.”

You heard him sigh into the phone before speaking up. “Yeah, we’ll see, thanks,” He said your name. You smiled a bit at that. It was crazy how he could make you feel so special by just the tone of his voice, absurd, really,

“ ‘Course. So-” Before you could say anything else you heard the beep of the phone being hung up. You took a deep breath, trying to think of how Harry and you were before everything changed.

2 years ago

“I can’t believe you’re officially moving to L.A.” You said as you stood in his bedroom doorway, watching him pack up his last few clothes.

“Me neither.” He simply said.

Before you could stop it, you felt a salty tear roll down you cheek. As you wiped it away, he turned around, his face dropping all previous joy, concern flooding his features.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He used the nickname he gave you 11 years ago when we were 10. It was crazy how the two of you had known each other so long, and now you were both 21, and he would be living in the city of angels.

“Just gonna miss seeing you as often as I usually do is all.” You laughed, the tears flowing more freely now. One Direction had just gone on hiatus and after spending some time at home, Harry decided to switch it up a bit. You didn’t understand why he couldn’t just switch it up by not wearing skinny jeans everyday, but it seemed he wanted something bigger than that.

He pouted and walked over to you, giving me a hug before mumbling in your ear, “I’ll call you everyday. Promise.”

Promises were made to be broken, it seemed. He only calls you when he needs a hand, and only answers if he’s alone. You wish you found it more frustrating than painful, maybe that way it would be easier to move on, but you have yet to do so. You’ve asked yourself why you were still silently pining over him, with no answer in sight.

The last time you saw Harry in person was almost a year ago, when he came back to visit his family. Up until that trip he called you everyday, or close too, wanting to know about you day or he just “wanted to hear your voice”. Then when we were together it was like no time had passed while he was away.

1 year ago

“Oh shut up.” You scoffed, lightly punching his bicep.

He just laughed in return, rubbing his arm acting like you had actually hurt him.

“I feel like you just got back and now you’re leaving again,” you said after a bit, knowing he was leaving the next morning. “Plus,” you added, gently playing with his hair. “I’m gonna miss your hair, it’s so fun to braid.”

He looked over at you as your hand fell to rest on his shoulder, running your fingers through his curls. “I know, but I’ll come back soon. I’ll try not to cut my hair for you, don’t worry.” He smiled at you, leaning over and pulling you into a hug.

You just returned his grin and hug, and stuck your fingers through the ringlets, having way too much fun with his hair. You noticed he was looking at you the entire time you were messing with his hair, but you convinced yourself it was because he had nowhere else to look.

Eventually, you were so close to him you could see freckles you never had before. Your breath hitched, not knowing if you should backup or not, your hand still resting on his shoulder in his curls. Then all of a sudden he was far away again, and it was like nothing had ever happened.

Your heart ached with the love you had for Harry, and it seemed nothing could cure it except him and when you woke up the next morning and instinctively checked your phone, you frowned as you noticed no notifications from the one person you truly wanted to hear from.

You weren’t sure when your hurt extended from the pain of practically losing a friend to the pain of not being able to be with someone you love. You weren’t sure when you started seeing his lips as kissable and not something to put lipstick on for fun. You weren’t sure when you started looking at his hands as something to hold and not as a blocker for your playful punches.

You weren’t sure when you started stealing glances more than you usually did or avoiding eye contact because it made you nervous. You weren’t sure when your stomach was no longer empty and then filled with butterflies. You weren’t sure when he stopped calling just to talk, or when he stopped picking up. All you were sure of was that you were hopelessly in love with someone who could never feel the same.

                                                            ✧˖*°࿐

He called a few more times about the same girl, Ana. You had spoken to your friend about it, and you were slowly getting over him. Each time you were getting cut off and hung up on, and it took a really long time for you to know you deserved better. He hadn’t called you since he attempted once and you didn’t answer. It went on for a few months, he would call you almost everyday, alongside texts like “Hello?”, “Pick up, please?”, and the text that came last before you blocked him, “Are you okay?”. He didn’t deserve to know, and sure maybe you shouldn’t have just cut off all contact, but there was no other way to get over him.

A month after you blocked him, and you were no longer sulking when you checked your phone and no longer crying to sleep. You were becoming happy thanks to your self control, and finally learning that just because Harry didn’t love you, didn;t mean you shouldn’t love yourself.

You were sitting on your couch when there was a knock at your door. You looked up from the book in your lapa and stood up, scurrying to the door, not wanting the person at the other side to be waiting.

You swung it open, met with the last face you expected to see. He looked concerned almost, and almost immediately you were wrapping in his arms, after over a year he was holding you once more. Except this time you didn’t want it. You pushed him off of you and stepped back. “What are you doing here Harry?” You asked, a scowl on your face.

“I-y’wouldn’t answer me and then nothing went through, god, I was so worried, love-”

“No,” You shook your head. “Don’t call me that, you can’t just come here after being an asshole to me for over a year. You are not allowed to be worried about me, not when you haven’t bothered to ask how I am after all this time.”

His mouth dropped open in shock, you were always so calm, you never had yelled at him before. “I’m sorry-”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it.” You pursed your lips.

“Just let me explain,” He said, hesitating like he was trying to find an answer to this, but you knew whatever he told you, nothing would change. “I-when we saw each other last, we almost kissed, or at least I almost kissed you, I love you, I was so scared that y’wouldn’t feel the same, and I guess I got caught up in trying to make you jealous. Please, m’so sorry.”

He took a step towards you and you took two steps back. There was no way he felt the same as you did- you had. And even if he did, you always knew he was shit at handling feelings, but there was no excuse.

“No, you can’t do that, say that. I don’t care if you mean it or not,” You began, tearing up. “That-thats’s so fucking terrible to do to someone, especially if you love them. I’m tired Harry, I’m done with you, I’ve been done with you for months.”

“What?” He asked, like he couldn’t believe you.

“Please leave.”

Your heart broke at your own words, but you couldn’t forgive him. Not now, and maybe not ever.

“Please I-”

“I said leave, Harry.”

You could see his watery eyes as he opened his mouth to protest once more, but then closed it. There was nothing he could say. Not anymore. He was always leaving, but this time, for the first time, you wanted him to.

[eremiie]

Ok ik this kinda angst but like... How would Eren react if he found his partner cheating on him 👉🏾👈🏾😶

eren finding out his s/o is a cheater;

❥ ahhh this made me so sad and mad when i was thinking about it but enjoy😭🤲

so in my head i see eren reacting 1 of 2 ways, to me the first way makes more sense but the second way might make more sense to more people, but i will start with the second way because i’m gonna go off of the first

the initial way most people would expect him to react is by lashing out immediately, and i can see this way as well of course

he’s like “what the fuck?” he runs up to the bed and tugs you back, makes sure what he’s seeing is true, and he’s just disgusted, he can’t believe it, anger is running through his veins but he’s not exactly sure what he’s supposed to do...

he most likely is just cursing under his breath and going on aimlessly while heading out the room, he’s just dumbfounded, disgusted, confused, angry, and he’s acting irrationally.

the first way is that he for example opens the door & catches you cheating, his reaction is very subtle because he’s in shock & deep thought.

this is the exact oppposite of how you would initially think he would react. instead of lashing out in anger like he usually does, he’s in abrupt denial & his brain is flooding, he’s containing his anger for you, but not for the other person, yet he knows he can’t take his anger out on the other person yet because you are there as well. he doesn’t even hear you trying to talk to him, he doesn’t hear the other person either, his brain is too full

he will shut the door, and he’s just like, “is this real?” “is this happening, am i tripping?” and he’s in fear, he doesn’t want to go back in, he doesn’t want to stay in the house either, he most likely leaves and goes for a drive, this is the beginning of his isolation period.

you will not hear from him for a long time, he’s deep in thought, you can’t contact him, as a matter of fact a lot of people can’t. he’s shitting on himself because of your actions, he’s trying to figure out where he went wrong, if it’s his fault (he knows it’s not but he’s still itching to figure out why you would do something like that), etc

he probably comes back to get some of his belongings when you’re not home, and it aches him, like he’s just disgusted and his mind still can’t wrap around the fact

finally, when mikasa and armin crack and beg him to tell them why he’s been ignoring them, and why he’s been isolating himself, when he does tell them, you’re in trouble.

mikasa is livid, she’s great at hiding her anger but she asked eren multiple times if he has her permission to confront you, yet eren declined everytime, he doesn’t want anyone going after you no matter how angry he is, he still not put together yet, and he doesn’t want anyone trying to pick up the pieces for him, he wants to do this all by himself, closure or not. mikasa does not want him to have any deal with you anymore, either.

armin is sympathizing with eren clearly and expresses that he feels next time eren should tell them right away, not to lock himself away because it’s not good for him, armin feels really bad for not being able to be there for eren and gives eren lots of words of affirmation. armin would be happy with whatever makes eren happiest but he agrees with mikasa that he probably shouldn’t get back with you

mikasa gives you evident dirty glares in the hallway, and armin tries to avoid you at all costs, when you try to talk to armin he’s still nice and willing but he tries to get away as fast as possible, both of these give you clues as to they finally know what you did

whether you tried to talk to eren during his isolation period or not, when you finally do get around to talking to him, he seems completely out of it still, he complies in talking to you, and allows you to set up a time, he doesn’t exactly know what he’s doing but he’s willing to try anything, to get any reasoning, any information

i’m not gonna lie, eren’s trying to hold back his tears as much as possible, yes he might cry, and not because he’s upset with the situation, but because he’s frustrated with himself and with everything happening all at once, and he’s holding back his anger so much because during that isolation period he was trying to figure out what he could’ve been doing wrong, he probably thought his temper might’ve been an issue, so he’s trying to hold back from lashing out in a subconscious attempt to show you he can be better

he’s taking in everything you tell him and it’s upsetting, he’s sad, mad, confused, and frustrated and the conversation the two of you had didn’t really help him that much, he felt maybe a tad bit better and although his mind is set on just dropping you completely, that small part of his mind wants to try again, i doubt he’d listen to it though

he doesn’t voice and convey his emotions well, but you can most likely tell how much he’s hurting and how bad you fucked up, his emotions and everything, not much happened to his physical appearance i don’t think but he definitely seems to be acting somewhat different

i feel like there would never really be true closure no matter what, he definitely moves on at one point because he knows a lot lies ahead for him but he’ll probably take this as a learning experience and apply it to future relationships, he’s probably still as reckless and still get as angry but it shapes him up more

please don’t ever cheat on him this literally made me sad🥲