#I need a fag(cigarette)

[endykelopaedia]

have never felt as frustrated & uncomfortable as a transmasc and with other transmascs as i have after delving into transandrophobia as a topic this shit is fr poison. HAVE felt as frustrated & uncomfortable as a black transmasc around white queers as i have delving into transandrophobia before bc a lot of yall are also real racist in real life too. i need to eject these brainworms so bad i need to... eject these brainworms.... soo bad...

[heatwa-ves]

[natjennie]

they'd never put it in the show but I'd genuinely kill for captain to get like really comfortable calling himself gay esp with slurs in the way we tumblr girlies do like. I'd do anything for him to be giving some more decorating advice and alison be like "wow why are you so good at this" and he goes "well it's simply my untouchable faggot swagger"

[porcalinecunt]

bllk 300 spoilers below !

so…its a terrible day to be a nagi lovers

[napoleondodofan]

i really need a fucking Cigarette

[heart-shaped-chains]

I need someone to obsess* over tbh

[klinefelterrible]

I need a pack of twenty homies following me around with their dicks ready for action anytime I get stressed or nervous

[vicorices]

www.hotdozed.com/missdeath

18+ mdni, camgirl!reader, fucking-machine(r!receiving), ejaculating dildo, kind of loser!ellie, she has a serious parasocial relationship here, masturbation, slightly based on this video.

www.hotdozed.com/missdeath_zvika // sev’s file.

pic creds to @ellieabbyy also, as a side note, this is an special one bc i've reached 800 followers, i'll be doing a sevika and vi version connected with the same site and the same cam!girl user, hope you enjoy my horny and much more fag version of avengers: endgame. wc: 1.5

lately, ellie's been dreaming about you.

it's not like she knows you — she don't. but you're on her computer screen every night, on her phone during the day and it's constant, so constant you're there stuck on her braincells until she cannot function properly, until she needs to come home and see you.

she's been stuck in this routine she cannot run from either, coming back from an exhausting five-hour class seasion on tuesday noon cause she knows that's when you scheduled your little live session back in hotdozed.com since you announced it the day before back in your socials.

so ellie's once again locking the door, hidden in between a dozen of poorly-hanged posters in the white walls of her room, closing the curtains cause she don't want to be disturbed: it's always like that, long, slender fingers shoved deep inside a needy pussy until she's there, legs spread on each side of the gamer chair she spends hours playing in, dildo kissing her entrance, barely hanging until she's forcing it inside and she tries to resist, hold her release as long as possible but you're there on her computer screen face-deep in another girl's cunt and fuck.

she gets why your username is miss death.

the image of you is sharp there on her computer, backpack on the floor, ellie's phone buzzes with some message she don't care about since you're there on the screen already and she's minutes late to your live transmission. any annoyance's being quickly erased when she sees the three-pieced-lingerie you're wearing as the music, distorted but clearly deftones, sounds in the background of the neat room you’re in, patiently waiting for more people to join in.

there's a cigarette on your hand and ellie can see the smoke in the air as you dance seated comfortably on the couch she has seen million times before and god — she cannot start masturbating already. you're just there, and ellie refuses to touch herself until she sees you dripping there for the camera.

"spacemoth has joined" you read getting closer to the video screen, giving a good sight of your tits as she can see your smile — "hey there baby, nice to see you here. was wondering if you were going to see me today."

now. ellie’s breathing gets stuck in her lungs for a moment cause you don't ever said anything to her directly, but it’s more than enough to make her squeeze her thighs together in pure, unbridled desire, underwear already dampening as you smoke unaware of the way she's leaking already for just a simple greeting.

"i can't say hi to everyone here ladies-" you chuckle in the stream when the chat claims your attention since they want to be welcomed like that as well "but there's too much people here- i'd never finish, spacemoth is some loyal watcher i recognize don't get jealous."

you recognize her. sweet fuck you recognize her.

⠀⠀zvika: loving the set, death.

⠀⠀hashfag: ass looking yummm

"you like it?" you ask, getting up just to show your lovely underwear, tiny g-string, flowery details on your bra that seems to hold your tits just in place: looks expensive, good, makes ellie starve — "been buying some things to surprise you guys, you're the ones who let me afford this things so might as well put up a good show."

it all downhill from there, plain nasty.

missdeath has always been fucking filthy, and maybe that's why you're one of the top creators in hotdozed, but today? today you reached a whole new level of sacrilege when there's this mechanic sound in the air mixing well with the rock, slow music and your moans as the camera gives a hella good view of the fucking machine pushing the leaky dildo into your wet cunt, slightly bend right in the waist, ellie can still see your face in the screen as you use your hands to spread your ass-cheeks apart and give an even better view of the swollen folds of your pussy as you clearly struggle to take it in: fucking dedication.

so god-fucking-bless-ejaculating-dildos. it's a miracle cause ellie don't really know how she's not stuffing her own cunt with her own fingers at the sight of you so fucked out like that, but she's absorbed there, paralyzed as she can hear through her computer speakers, the wet sounds of your pussy making room for the big dildo who's already painting your insides white.

it's a mess, your floor must be a mess cause everything's white as ellie seems to take pity on herself when her fingers rub on her neglected cunt, already in her undies cause she knows she wont be able to just watch — that she needs something to do about it, satisfy every end of her feverish needs. it drips from between your legs, stains your skirt, sticks in between your legs and all over your ass, the fake cum just keeps leaking and fucking leaking.

so yes, lately, ellie's been dreaming about you.

about being able to reach you, arms lengh — she'd pull you deeper against the fucking machine cause you can take it, she has seen it before, whisper against your ear how good you’re doing it, how warm you feel against her own body.

⠀⠀cherryvi: such a good slut taking cock, push it deeper.

the subscriber sends a good amount of d-tokens that seems to be a lot of money, must be since ellie can see your hips moving down and you're bending just in right angle so the machine is pushing the dildo balls deep and good-fucking-life, cause you look full, cock must be rubbing consistently against your cervix and ellie herself is parting her legs wider to finger-fuck herself better, your moans get louder, gripping on your tits, and it's a miracle that you're even standing, cause your legs are shaking so much she doubts you can keep on your feet.

"will you fill me out this good with your strap?" you ask looking at the camera from over your shoulder, half lidded eyes, you can barely finish the sentence, fucked out expression already as the cum continues to leak from between your legs — "bet you'd fuck me even better."

"oh-fuck," ellie moans, face hot, her body temperature rises until she's sweating, cursing under her breath as the wet sound of her own cunt being overused mingles with yours throughout the shiny, dirty screen — "that's s'good-"

she can see the moment your fingers make when you turn on the speed of the machine even faster, a hollow, almost choked out sound filling the room you're in as the microphone seems to catch every noise of it, the pornographic noise of your moans, the way you shake and you force yourself to keep taking it either way.

ellie likes it because it's real, much real when the average content creator only moans for a male audience all dumb and dull, don't fake it like other users in hotdozed. the pleasure that's contorting your face it's real and tangible, your erratic movements taking cock like you were made for it are nothing but true and fucking delicious.

shit you'd look so good with her cock nestled inside, warmed up, slippery as ellie fills you out.

and she'd like to send you money too. be actively commenting like other users do but her hands are busy, way too busy when a wet, lewd sound fills the air every time she thrusts her fingers inside and her cunt clenches at the invasion of three digits curled all the way in. it's imminent, crashes like thunder and it's a disaster just like your damn stream — ellie’s leaking all over her gamer chair and you're trying to resist cause the d-tokens keeps coming until you finally cum, not really stopping but making the machine go slower, slower until you're falling into the couch and you're smiling, still pushing the fake cum from inside you as you make a nice close up of your used, swollen pussy already sticky.

⠀⠀spacemoth: always taking it like a champ.

ellie’s donation catches your attention soon after, and she can see it too: barely focused gaze reading her comment before smiling at it, glistening cunt, arousal already well mixed with the white cum still leaking out.

“you liked it?” you’re talking to her, must be. rough voice, strained as you’re staring at the camera, letting the public have a good look of your still tweaking pussy as you try to catch your breath “are you going to stay and keep playing with me spacemoth? don’t leave yet.”

and ellie’s making another donation this time, a higher one than before cause fuck it: she wont buy shit online for a while, this is important.

⠀⠀spacemoth: gonna shove those pretty fingers up in your pussy? you’re missing a lot of cum and you shoud be full.

shit.

she’s going to masturbate again now, it’s an utter need as she’s turned on as ever again when you’re doing what she asked without a second though.

oh how ellie loved the internet.

oh how she loved hotdozed and her little miss death.

[dionysus-drabbles]

Constantly on the cusp (of tryin’ to kiss you)

pairing: sid jenkins x f!reader

summary: you hooked up with sid all summer. it becomes a hell of a lot harder trying to navigate your relationship when you’re back at college together.

word count: ~2.4k

warnings: fluff, smut, & a hint of angst, freud references, dug out my a level psych textbooks for this one, possible mischaracterisation, reader smokes, reader is described as wearing a bra, shirt, shorts, and tights but it’s easily overlooked, protected piv sex, teasing, one or two mentions of marijuana, hickeys, ghosting, one mention of alcohol, sid is mentioned to have kissed another girl, refs to casual sex between sid & reader.

a/n: if ur the anon who requested, hi! hope I did ur req justice, i tried to include fluff, smut, and a little angst - I got a little carried away! hope I characterised him well enough & you enjoy it 💋 title from do i wanna know? by the arctic monkeys

It’s a warm Friday night, the cool breeze blowing through the window serving as a distant threat of the September weather yet to come. The sky is streaked with pink and purple, the gold of the sun setting shining in the horizon, the type of night you’ll know you’ll see as nostalgic as you grow older, and you’re in Sid’s room. You’re sat at his desk, reading from one of your psychology textbooks, pausing for a minute so Sid can keep up with writing notes, but the telltale scratching sound of pen on paper doesn’t come. When you spin your chair around, Sid’s lying on his bed, fingers laced over his stomach, eyes fixed on the ceiling - pen and notebook by his side.

“Oi,” you say, standing up and plopping down on the bed next to him, the shift in weight making him sit up and meet your gaze. “You’re meant to be taking notes,”

“It’s only September,” he grumbles, rolling his eyes.

“Fine, suit yourself. Have fun failing your a-levels while we all go to uni, though, yeah?”

“Don’t be a twat. Why can’t I read and you make the notes?”

“Made them already,”

“Why can’t I use yours, then?”

“You’re seriously asking that?” You cock a brow, letting out a snort of amusement. You fall into silence for a minute, one that’s nothing if not awkward. Following your summer, being in Sid’s room without so much as a spliff, let alone your clothes on, felt unnatural. You’d found yourself fucking Sid for the first time after the first party of the summer, and it had quickly turned into a regular occurrence. Throughout August, the elephant in the room had been September, and you supposed it had been silently agreed to forget it ever happened. Easier said than done, based on the way your thighs pressed together whenever he moved vaguely in your direction.

“Can we not do this tonight, at least? Reckon we could make it to Tony’s party,” he suggested, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Psychodynamic approach isn’t going to learn itself, Sidney,”

“Fuck Freud. He just makes this shit up, it doesn’t make sense,”

“See, if you’d revised, you’d be calling it unfalsifiable,” you teased, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of your pocket.

“Piss off, let me have one,” Sid insisted as you lit it, blowing the smoke from your first toke in his face instead.

“Never taught manners, hm?” You snarked, avoiding eye contact with him.

“Please?” He countered, if reluctant. You turned to face him - when did you two get this close together? You can feel the heat of his breath on your face, smell his breath, and you suddenly realise his eyes are on your lips, not the cigarette. It’s instinctive now, the way you tilt your head ever so slightly when he’s this close to you, the way you lean in ever so slightly. His lips are about to brush yours when your phone beeps with a text and you both jolt back. You read it, shoving the cigarette into his hand as you stand up.

“I need to head home. Finish the fag. You can keep the textbook.” You leave without waiting for a response.

You have two unread messages!

sid: same time nxt week?

sid: will do wrk this time

When he next comes to revise it’s at your house, and somehow that makes you feel like you have the upper ground in this emotional cold war more than anything else. Your stomach turns whenever you think of how near you were to kissing the week before, and you’re not entirely sure if it’s butterflies or nausea. Either way, you’re sickeningly fixated on it. Unfortunately, the one time he’s focused, keeping to his promise to do work, you’re distracted.

“We’ve finished psychodynamic. Take five before humanistic?” You suggest, and he nods, leaning to open the window before coming to sit beside you on the bed. You give him a cigarette before you get one for yourself this time, but curse when you feel in your pockets to find them empty. And, like he can read your mind, he offers a lighter. You go to take it from him, cigarette between your lips, but he lights it for you instead. It’s oddly intimate, and you’re sure the feeling in your stomach is butterflies this time - and every other time.

You’re quiet as you smoke. Apparently, your mind thinks this is the perfect time to replay every single interaction you’ve had with Sid in this room. Every smoke, every kiss, every fuck, and it’s becoming harder and harder to keep your resolve.

“Hey,” he says, nudging your leg with his foot. “Is there…are you okay?”

“Hm? Yeah, yeah, we uh- we should probably get back to-“ you stub your cigarette out as you speak, the butt of his already sat in the ashtray, but you’re not given the chance to finish your sentence as his lips press against yours. It’s a shock, but the farthest thing from unwelcome. One of his hands entangles in your hair, the other on your waist, and one of yours caresses the skin of his cheek whilst the other cards through the tufts of hair his beanie leaves revealed at the nape of his neck. Your tongue presses at his lips, compelling them to slide open, and you taste the smoke in his mouth, reminiscent of the cigarettes stubbed out only a moment before, stifling the taste of weed. He’s just as addictive, if not more than, and you think that you’d happily never smoke again if he said you could be together, have this regularity with him.

There’s a moment of awkward shuffling as Sid readjusts his position, and you take the minute to catch your breath. His back’s to your bed frame, and his hand travels south to your thigh and nudges with his pointer and middle finger, and you’ve been hooking up long enough to know he wants you in his lap.

“Are you- can I?” He stammers, hand having moved to the hem of your shirt, looking down at it before meeting your eyes, and god, you’re not sure why you ever thought you had the higher ground with him. You pull it off for him, and his breathing falters, leaving him shakily as his eyes are level with your breasts. You can feel his hardening cock twitch in his trousers belong you, and all of a sudden it’s summer again, and you don’t care about exams, universities, anything but each other.

His lips attach to your chest, sucking dark bruises onto your flesh. They’re discreet, they’ll be hidden by your shirt, but they’re there, and he gave them to you. You grind your hips down into him and he lets out a broken moan, voice cracking with pleasure halfway through. The possibility of coming before he’s even inside you crosses his mind, and he knows he needs to fuck you as soon as possible. He helps you manoeuvre until you’re beneath him, hands shaking with desperation as he fiddles with the button on your shorts, tugging the zip down and sliding his hand beneath the shorts, the tights, taking a minute to slide his fingers across your cunt through your pants, dragging his gaze back to yours with a grin.

“All this, already?” He mocks, tilting his head to the side as you break eye contact and squirm from the pressure of his fingers.

He knows he’s in no position to talk, and he knows the risk of blowing his load in his jeans is getting more and more realistic, so he wastes no time in pushing your clothing down to your mid thighs and nudging a finger into your heat whilst his thumb circles lightly around your clit, painfully teasing. You throw your head back, whining, and he uses his other hand to stroke your cheek, grinning like a kid in a candy store. “Need you to be quiet, yeah? Don’t want anyone hearing, need this all for me,” the possessiveness mixed with his thumb pressing firmly on your clit and the addition of a second finger has you clenching around him, teeth digging into your bottom lip as you try to muffle any noise that might slip out. You know you’re close, your fingers scrabble for purchase on Sid’s back, one hand pulling his beanie off and allowing you to reach your hand into his hair.

He knows you’re close, attentive to the way your legs start trembling and you tense up, and he withdraws any contact before you do. Any complaints you make he hushes, murmuring into your ear as he frees himself of his own jeans, pulling a condom from his pocket in the process.

“You’re so mean,” You whine, hands reaching to help roll the condom onto his cock, tip red and already leaking precum.

“Yeah, m’sorry, sorry for being mean,” he whispers, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he moves back over you. “Let me…need to make it up to you now, right?” He asks, aligning his cock with your entrance. He kisses you as he pushes inside, any noises either of you would make muffled into each other’s mouths. He rambles as he fucks into you, chests almost pressed together, as physically close to you as possible.

“So good. So gorgeous. Been missing doing this, y’know? Made me wait so long to have you, got me going crazy,” he nips at the juncture of your jaw and neck between sentences, each word punctuated with the type of slow stroke that has you arching your back into him, and you find yourself pulling his t-shirt off and running your hands over his skin as if it’s the last time you’ll ever feel it, smiling as you watch the muscles in his abdomen tense and relax as your fingertips brush against his hips. He picks up the pace ever so slightly, moving one of your legs so it presses against his waist and your heel digs into his back, and you mirror it with the other. He kisses you again as he watches you try to stifle a moan from the new angle, nails raking up and down the pale, smooth expanse of his back. Neither of you last much longer, and he has to leave within the hour. You’re left with a dull ache between your legs, a chest tingling from where his lips attacked it, and heart pounding with adrenaline. Oh, and a text. One that comes precisely seven minutes after he leaves.

sid: u free same time next wk?

Then next week, you’re left waiting. Five minutes turns into fifteen. Fifteen into thirty. Thirty into an hour. You check your phone.

You have zero new messages!

You: nvr heard of warning sum1 when ur busy, sidney?

You don’t receive a response. He’s not in second period psychology on Monday, and you catch Michelle as you leave class.

“D’y’know where Sid is? He just aired me on Friday,” you say, lugging your bag onto your shoulder. Michelle shrugs.

“Probably on a comedown. You should’ve been there Friday, everything was going pretty hard, you’d have loved it. Last saw him then,” she shrugs, and your heart sinks. Oh. For a moment, your chest falls. Why would he do that? Shag you and ghost you? Why didn’t he do that in the summer, if he wanted to? The hurt quickly shifts into rage, a furious red feeling that seems to engulf you. If he wanted to play it that way, play the ghosting game, you’d let him. Fine. You didn’t need him. You resolved not to message him, going as far as to change his name in your contacts, but the texts you received that evening made it hard to stick to.

do not answer: (y/n)?

do not answer: im sorry, yeah?

do not answer: i need 2 talk 2 u

do not answer: coming ovr

You don’t say no. You should’ve said no, you know it’s better if you say no, you know you’re supposed to want to say no. But you don’t. When the knock comes on the door fifteen minutes later, you’re hoping it’s him. September weather has settled over Bristol, and it’s pouring with rain, so you end up opening the door to a particularly rain-drenched Sid Jenkins. He makes no effort to come inside, though.

“I’m sorry,” he says it before you’ve even fully opened the door.

“It’s fine, I don’t care, but, like, don’t expect any more tutoring, yeah?” you shrug, hoping your lie that you don’t care is more believable than it seems. He lurches forward and kisses you, a hand firmly on either side of your face, and when he pulls away you drag him inside and slam the door, staring at him with a sort of offended disbelief.

“I was gonna message, alright?! But then this girl kissed me at Tony’s for pres, and…I don’t know, I called her your name, and I just freaked out. I’m sorry for shagging and ghosting you, but it’s just…I can’t not date you, y’know? You’re just so nice and smart, and you actually listen to what I say. I’ve never had that before, I got scared. Tell me to leave, I will, I just needed to…I needed to tell you.” Sid rambles, and he could not be any more shocked when you kiss him. His arms wrap around your waist, and you don’t even care that he reeks of leftover sweat, booze, and weed from the weekend, or that his clothes are soaking yours. He’s yours, he thinks you’re nice, and smart, and pretty, and he wants to date you. You smile as you pull away, pushing his glasses back up his nose from where they’ve slipped and thumbing a section of wet hair off his forehead.

“So, dating, yeah?” You grin, still holding each other.

“I don’t know, I-do you want to?”

“Yes, Sid, I want to,” you giggle, and you’ve barely finished speaking before you’re kissing again. “Y’know, Freud would have said that calling another girl my name was an example of parapraxis”

“Are you really mentioning Freud right now?”

[ki-kink]

Yo bruv I love your page, and I want to become more chav like, you think you could help me out, bruv?

You're sitting in the subway. On the way to the office. You're reading the ipad edition of the Times. Suddenly you find everything so incredibly boring. You put the ipad back in your laptop bag and take your iphone out of the inside pocket of your jacket. And surf through instagram. But that's boring too. I mean, who uses instagram anymore. Your parents, maybe. You open your TikTok account. Shit, you need your headphones. Didn't you just have a laptop bag? Bullshit… Why do you need something like that? You're rummaging in your gym bag. The fucking things have to be somewhere between jockstraps and sweaty tank tops. There they are. And while you're at it, where are your cigarettes? You're about to reach your destination, so you'll need a fag first.

The welfare office’s coughed up, innit? For once, you’ve got a few quid to splash about. You and the lads are off for a knees-up tonight. But first, you’ve got to do your bloody community service. Otherwise, you’ll be in hot water with your probation officer again, and who needs that kind of aggro? Daz’s been rocking one of those electronic ankle shackles for a week now. Proper dodgy, that is. Blimey, what was your question again? Anything else I can do for ya? Or can I finally give you a cheeky blow job?

[anti-gravity-insanity]

Dragon knife, pen, lighters (2x), fidget of some sort, hand sanitizer, cigarettes, spare change, earbuds, wallet, altoids

@ people who carry bags everywhere what do you put in them what is there to bring other than chapstick, keys, phone and maybe a tampon why are you packing a suitcase to be outside for 5 hours

[irregularcollapse]

I recently got a kobo for the purpose of reading fics on, because I really struggle to read on my phone and so don't read anywhere near as much as I'd like to. After going hogwild and downloading a whole bunch of fics from ao3 that I've read and loved, and ones that I haven't gotten to yet, I figured out that I could add covers so that they look nice on the eReader.

This is the first batch of 'eBook covers' that I've slapped together, with big huge reccos attached to each of them <3 Some of these I'd already made covers for because they had been podficced by @angelfruittree! But here they are now with book-sized formatting.

ain't it easy? by @stereobone - not just a beautiful relationship study, but the most sympathetic and nuanced exploration of a dom/sub dynamic that I've had the pleasure of reading

although my heart is a rambler– by @london-cowboy - an intensely-focused, lovely character study of Bucky that is a quick punch of insight and romance

hellbent, heaven sent by @bucksbluescarf - a modern AU 'friends with benefits' quickie that captures their relationship so sharply, including everything that goes unsaid and unseen**

hit me where the heart is by @london-cowboy - is one that I need to catch up on! But the first chapter sent me through a spin, with the delicious feeling of being allowed into something illicit

if that isn't love, it'll have to do by me - lol I just needed nine in the grid and I had a cover for it! I like it though, read it (sorry for the autofellatio)

i'll be your loverman by @blixabargelds - a fic I think about on the reg, unprompted. It's gutwrenching and romantic and so visceral in both sensation and emotion; perfect loving whump!

like a mermaid, I want to eat you by @soliloquy-dawn - this fic begins with a dream, but the whole thing feels dreamlike. Reading it truly feels like being submerged in warm water, because of Dawn's lyrical and lovely prose

one of your girls by @soliloquy-dawn - it's a bit filthy, and a lot romantic, and I am not immune to possessiveness and jealousy in fics. A really lovely canon rewrite <3

thy de lonzerly bight by dendriax (who I don't think is on tumblr) - a playful, whimsical, stylistically cool mythological romance! It's quick and fun and sweet, with some excellent use of myth and mystery**

*The "Fags" painting is by artist Elisha McGucken. I don't know if they have Fags/Fads in the US, but they're the candy cigarette which came to mind for me and it seemed appropriate/I thought it was funny

**Background painting is detail from The Garden of Earthly Delights by Hieronymus Bosch

[smok3ygoth]

SANCTUARY

Summary: After a chaotic day, you head to the pub and bump into Louis, which blossoms into something beautiful. [1.3k]

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Tonight, you find yourself at the local pub, seeking solace in your usual escape. As you sip your vodka and Coke, the familiar rhythm of the low music surrounds you, creating a comforting haze that drowns out your racing thoughts.

You swayed gently, letting the world outside fade away, if only for a little while. You'd been inside for hours, drinking and giggling to yourself, realising just how ridiculous your life had become.

"Can't fucking believe this."

After an exhausting eight-hour shift, you were so ready to unwind and enjoy some TV time with your lovely boyfriend, but then everything changed.

Once you got home, you heard squeaking from upstairs, like someone was bouncing on the bed. You didn't bother changing; you stormed up the stairs and burst into your bedroom.

"What the actual fuck?"

There, right in front of you, was one of your best friends getting bent over by your boyfriend—the guy you'd been with for five years, and someone you’d known forever.

"Wait—"

"I don't want to fucking hear it. You better be gone by the time I get back or you'll regret it." You'd said rather calmly, which is undoubtedly scarier than screaming at them.

And now, here you are at the bar, alone.

"Fuck, I need some fresh air." You grabbed your drink and went to sit outside on one of the empty benches. You reached into your back and you swore you had a pack of fags in there.

"For fucksake, could this day get any worse?" You said this right before someone accidentally spilled some of their beer on you.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry!" The woman apologised, but you could tell she was very pissed, so you just waved it off with a smile.

"Guess I'll just sit here and sip my drink," you said to yourself, hoping the night would turn around. You pulled out your phone, thinking about what series of movies you could dive into later to forget all this.

Then, a hand reached out in front of you, offering a cigarette. You looked up, surprised at the man standing before you. You took the cigarette and placed it between your lips as his hand came up to light it for you.

Inhaling deeply, you asked, "How did you know I needed a smoke?"

"I've seen you here a few times, crying, and I've always offered you a smoke." You blushed at his words.

Well, that's embarrassing.

Taking another long, deep inhale of the cigarette, you asked, "Aren't you that singer? What's your name?"

"Louis Tomlinson, and what may your name be, darling?" The pet name sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Why did it suddenly feel so warm?

"It's Y/N, but you can call me whatever you like. Isn't it a bit risky just hanging out at the pub with no security?"

"A bit. My fans are respectful, though, so I love seeing them when I'm out. I'm guessing you're not a fan?" he joked, a playful glint in his eye.

"I could be a fan, but I might just be hiding it. You'll never know," you replied with a laugh, feeling the chemistry spark between the two of you.

"Well, I suppose I'll just have to find out then," he chuckled, leaning in a little closer. The warmth between you felt electric, and for a moment, the earlier chaos faded away.

"So, what brings you out here tonight? Besides, you know, the vodka?" He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by why you would be here all by yourself.

You took another drag from the cigarette, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. "Honestly, I just needed a break from everything. It's been one of those days, you know?" You smiled, hoping to keep the conversation flowing.

"But now it seems like I've stumbled onto something a bit more interesting."

"Oh? And what might that be?"

"You."

"You're quite bold, you know?"

"I am aware, yes." You giggle as he lights his own cigarette, offering you another since you'd finished yours.

You both sat there for a few minutes, enjoying the comforting silence that you both needed.

"Hey, Lou?"

"Yes, love?" He turned to you, a spark of intrigue in his eyes at the nickname you had given him.

"Would you like to—I don't know—be friends? We could go to my place and watch some TV since it's getting quite chilly out here, and I don't really want to drink anymore."

"Course we can, yeah. Don't want you walking home by yourself either." A smile spread across your face, gratitude shining in your eyes.

"Let's go then." You both finish your cigarettes, and you take his hand, leading the way to your place. It’s closer than Louis expected, but he’s not complaining.

Once inside, you kick off your shoes and drop your bag by the door. You quickly turn on the heating, eager to warm up from the chilly air outside.

"Would you like a drink or something?" you ask as he settles onto the comfortable sofa in the living room.

"Tea, please, love."

"On it." You smile at him as he gets comfortable on the sofa, making himself at home while scrolling through a bunch of different movies.

As you focus on making tea for both of you, your mind drifts, and you momentarily forget about your boyfriend—now ex-boyfriend.

"Y/N?" You spin around, shocked to see him still lingering in your house.

"I told you to get the fuck out."

"Wait—please let me explain!"

"What is there to explain? It was pretty obvious what was happening. I'm just curious about how long this has been going on." He avoids your gaze, mumbling.

"Hmm, what was that?"

"Two years."

"Wow. This all happened under my roof? You're fucking disgusting. Get out. Now."

"You heard her, get the fuck out." Louis spoke.

"Who the fuck are you?" Louis steps closer, wrapping his arm around your waist—a protective gesture that sends a shiver down your spine.

"Your replacement. I'm better than you, and you know it, so fuck off." Louis grinned, a mix of amusement and defiance in his eyes as he watched your ex-boyfriend storm out, slamming the door behind him.

You couldn't help but chuckle at Louis' boldness and the way he handled the situation. "Thanks for that. He really needed to go."

Louis shrugged casually. "No worries, love. No one messes with my friends like that."

You felt a wave of gratitude wash over you, grateful for Louis' unexpected presence and unwavering support. "I owe you one, Lou."

He flashed you a warm smile. "Nah, we're friends now. That's what friends are for, right?"

Right, friends. But did you want to be just friends? Of course not. You didn't know how it happened so quickly, but you knew you had developed some romantic feelings for Louis.

"Lou?" Your voice wavered as you spoke, looking up at him with shy eyes.

"Hm?"

"I think I like you. I know we've only just gotten to know each other, but I like you, and I know you probably don't feel—" He cut off your rambling with a soft kiss on the lips, a smile spreading warmth across your face.

"What were you saying, hmm, love?" You gazed into his eyes, feeling a rush of courage. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him again, this time slower and deeper, savouring the moment as his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer.

"I like you too," he whispered against your lips, making you grin and kiss him harder. The world around you faded as you lost yourself in the moment, feeling the warmth of his body and the electric connection between you.

As you pulled away slightly, breathless and smiling, you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

"So, what now?" you asked, a playful glint in your gaze. Louis chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Now, we take it one day at a time, together." With that, he leaned in for another kiss, and in that moment, you realised this was just the start of something truly beautiful. He had become your safe haven, your sanctuary amidst the chaos.

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This is my first fic on this app because I have no idea how to use it, and it needs more Louis fics. I'm trying to figure out how to make a masterlist and all that, but for now, I'm just going to leave this little thing here. :) P.S. This is my first fic ever, so please don't hate. Thanks! xD

Please send requests! <3

[evanpeterswhoresblog]

Cherry Bomb

Sirius Black x f!reader

warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, oral (female receiving), soft!dom sirius, underage smoking, brief underage drinking, rough sex, pretty good sex imo, this all leads to a bigger plot i promise !!

summary: you’ve got a plan, and that plan starts with a simple shag with a simple man. sirius black.

word count: 1.6k

a/n: i used two beautiful prompts from this beautiful account @eloquentmoon and they are as followed.

11. “Louder, let me hear you”

28. “I want to have my way with you”

i listened to fat bottomed girls by queen during this and god did it help. anyway, enjoy :)

~~~

If boys could be considered easy, Sirius Black would be the easiest boy in all of Hogwarts. To shag Sirius Black, a girl only needs to meet a short list of requirements. One, she must be fit. Two, she must not be a virgin. And three by far the most important, she must be desperate for Sirius Black.

That’s why he was the first on the list. He was the easiest.

~~~

You stare in the mirror for a few seconds. Everything seems alright. Your dress is tight, your makeup is done, and most of all your plan is set. You turn to your friend and gesture to yourself.

“You’re stunning, as always. I don’t get why you’ve been insisting on doing this. What’s the goal?” Your friend says.

“Some fun I suppose.” You look at the clock on the dorm's wall. “I better be going, parties not going to last forever. Neither is Mr. Black’s smoke break.”

“Have a good time then.”

You grab your purse and start for the door. “Will do. See you tomorrow.”

After a few minutes of walking, you find Mr. Black exactly where you predicted him to be. He’s sitting on one of the benches, a cigarette between his lips. You casually step out into the moonlight, your hand rummaging through your purse. An unlit cigarette is held between two of your fingers, you make a sound of disapproval as you continue pretending to search your bag.

“All right there miss?”

You look up from your bag and shake your head. “Forgot my wand in my dorm.” You pretend to just notice the cigarette between his lips. “Mind helping a lady out with a smoke?”

“Why of course,” he answers. He gestures for you to come closer, and you gladly comply. “But I’m going to need your name first.”

“Why’s that? All I’m asking for is a quick light,” you reply.

He smirks. “If you know mine, I feel it’s only polite to know yours.”

“I don’t know yours, so we’re even. Anyway, how about that light now?”

Without another word, he pulls out his wand. You stick the cigarette between your lips and lean down. He’s surprised, you can tell from the way his eyes shift. Nevertheless, he lights the end of your cigarette. You lean back and take a long breath of smoke. It feels all too familiar in your lungs. You take a step back and pull the cigarette from your lips, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

“Y/n y/l/n.”

“Pardon?”

You look down at him. “My name, it’s y/n y/l/n. I’m from Ravenclaw, probably why you haven’t heard of me.”

“I’m Sirius Black from Gryffindor,” he replies.

“Ah Gryffindor, that’s where I’m heading actually. Heard there’s a big party up there, why aren’t you there?” You ask, sticking the cigarette between your lips again.

He shrugs. “Needed a small break. ‘Suppose it’s a good thing, right? Or else you wouldn’t have that precious fag between your lips. Perhaps it’s fate.”

“I don’t believe in that nonsense.” You pretend to check your watch. “Seems like the time is flying by. I’ve got to run before all the firewhiskey is gone.”

You drop your cigarette to the ground and smoosh it with your boot. When your eyes meet his again, you’re happy to see the slight shift. He’s curious, you can tell. Good. Curious is good. You give him a small smile.

“Nice to meet you Sirius Black from Gryffindor, ‘suppose I’ll see you up there, till then,” you say, giving him a small wink before turning on your heels and starting for the doors.

“Nice to meet you too Y/n y/l/n from Ravenclaw!” You hear him call from behind, but you don’t acknowledge it.

Phase one is done.

It’s almost an hour later when the second phase begins. You’re dancing to the beat of Queen’s newest hit, your hips swaying in a way you hope is entrancing. One or two shots of firewhiskey have been down your throat already, and you’re tempted to reach for a third, but that’s when you see him.

He’s across the room, his dark eyes practically glued to you. Despite how much you’ve planned this moment, you can’t help the butterflies that take over your stomach. Sirius Black, one of the most popular boys in the school, wants you. You lick your lips and watch as he lifts his hand, gesturing to you to go to him like he had earlier in the night.

You inhale one last breath before beginning the walk to him.

It’s the last time you’ll walk straight for a day or two.

And so, phase three begins.

~~~

You gasp as your face meets one of the pillows on his bed. You try to get back up on all fours, but it feels nearly impossible. With one of Sirius’s hands presses down on the small of your back, while the other grips one of your hips you’re lucky your legs haven’t given out yet. He fucks you relentlessly, and you’ve never loved anything more.

“Fuck Sirius,” you moan, you can’t catch your breath. Your orgasm is close. “Sirius.”

“Louder, let me hear you.” His voice is like music to your ears. “Let them all hear you love.”

“ ’M gonna cum Sirius,” you say, a bit louder than your previous words. “Fuck I’m so close please don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t planning to.”

You cum a few seconds later, your whole body shaking as you do. Sirius doesn’t falter for even a moment, making your orgasm ten times more pleasurable. When you’re done, he pulls out and flips you over onto your back. Your eyes meet and you almost audibly moan.

How could someone be so bloody handsome?

He lowers himself so he’s on top of you, his body held up by his two hands placed on either side of your head. You wrap your arms around him, and as he thrusts inside you once again, you let your nails drag down his back. He kisses your neck sloppily, causing you to whimper.

“Have you never been shagged properly?”

You can’t help the small laugh that leaves you. “I suppose not.”

“Something mustn’t be right because your pussy is by far one of the best I’ve ever had.” He presses himself so deep inside you, that you wince in pain. He’s reached your cervix. “So soft, so warm, so tight. In fact, I think I need a taste.”

He pulls out of you again and quickly kisses down your body, pausing only to suck hard on one of your nipples. After that, his tongue is on your stomach, your navel, your...

“Sirius, what are you-”

“I want to have my way with you.”

Your back arches as he begins to lick your clit. Your thighs clench around his head, and your hands move to his hair. You squeeze your eyes shut, the pleasure almost too much for you to handle. He eats you out as if he’s been starved his entire life. His lips and tongue are so soft, so warm. Your second orgasm comes far quicker than the first.

“Perfect taste.”

He begins to crawl up your body, his mouth shining with your cum. You don’t hold yourself back from kissing him, in fact, you’re the one who initiates it. You love the taste of yourself on his lips, it’s one of the most attractive things you’ve ever encountered.

After a minute or two you push him down onto the bed and crawl on top of him. From the way he’s grinning up at you, to the way his gorgeous hair is sprawled out on the mattress, you can’t help the words that slip from your mouth.

“None of the gossips ever mentioned how empowering it is to have the great Sirius Black underneath you.”

He raised a brow. “I thought you didn’t know who I am.”

“I uh...” You give him a small smile and begin to move your hips back and forth, his cock sliding between your incredibly wet folds. “I knew you didn’t know my name, so I pretended not to know yours. To make it even.”

It wasn’t a complete lie, but it also wasn’t the complete truth either.

Sirius’s eyes flutter shut, his hands moving to grip your hips. “I know your name now y/n y/l/n.”

“And you will remember it,” you reply. “Not like all those other girls whose names you forget the next morning.”

“Course not love.”

“It’s not a question.” You lift your hips and slowly begin to sink down on his cock. His fingers dig into your skin, you place your hands on his chest. “It’s a statement. I’m going to spell it out for you.”

You start to rock back and forth and up and down, just the way you know drives guys mad. Sirius is no different. Except, unlike the others, he doesn’t bother to hold back from moaning his approval. You lean down after a few minutes, so your lips are almost touching his ear, and with each movement of your hips, you say a letter of your name.

So, by the time you reach your third orgasm and Sirius reaches his first, your name is properly engraved in his head.

When everything is done and you’re both spent, he holds you in his arms. Your head rests on his chest, and you listen to his gentle heartbeat. The two of you share a cigarette in silence. It’s not uncomfortable in the slightest. Sirius Black has that effect on people.

As you stare at the wall you wonder how you’re supposed to move forward with the plan. You never expected such aftercare from the school player or such kindness during the shag. He’s a very giving lover, contrary to the popular belief that he’s simply another boy who enjoys using girls for his pleasure. You take one last long drag of the cigarette before handing it back to him and closing your eyes.

“I think I quite like you, y/n y/l/n,” he suddenly says, his voice barely above a whisper.

This plan might be harder than you thought.

[octuscle]

‘I'm really sorry, but there's no jet available for tonight.’ The young lady in the NetJet call centre tried to remain calm. Having to deny a VIP customer a request was hell. Her customer on the other end of the line was fuming. ‘I'm deeply sorry, but if you have to go to Berlin today, the only option I can offer you is a flight with EasyJet from Gatwick. Departing Gatwick at 7.45pm, arriving in Berlin at 10.40pm.’ John sighed in exasperation. ‘To Gatwick, Smith,’ he instructed his chauffeur. ‘Then book me business class on this flight if you have to.’ The call centre agent gulped. ‘Sir, I'm sorry, but EasyJet doesn't offer business class. The only seat still available is 22E.’ ‘If you have to, you can have that seat.’ John had no idea what to expect. He had never flown from Gatwick in his life and had never flown with EasyJet. ‘You'll get your boarding pass straight to your mobile phone, sir! And I've booked you the VIP package. Rest assured, we'll do everything we can to make your flight as pleasant as possible!’

John's mobile phone vibrated. The boarding pass appeared on his display. Something like an electric shock. ‘Yo Smitty, drop me at Vic Station innit. I'm catchin' the Gatwick Express fam. It's bare quick and cheaper, brudda!’ John's chauffeur slammed on the brakes. He couldn't believe his ears. He looked in the rear-view mirror. His boss, a billionaire several times over, was sitting in the back of his Bentley, rolling a cigarette.

Bruv, the flight was properly delayed, innit? At least had time to spark another one. Jack peeped around for a smoke spot. Man pulled out Rizla and some baccy from his bag. Why the hell am I off to the Krauts again? No clue, fam. But nah, I just wanna get on the plane and hit my gaff, yeah? Then a bevy and some grub. Jack raised his arm, catching whiffs of his yellow pit from that fucked-up tee, all grey and stained by sweat and cheap spray. Whoever's next to him ain't lucky, trust. But nah, showering ain't for real ones. No time to stress about that, need a fag like ASAP.

John's new identity to stand the flight found @muratsimsekk

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Lonely Nights

Requested: Yes [Are you willing to write toxic Ghost? Like after sex he just kinda leaves you to play on his xbox?]

Warnings: Lack of aftercare, inattentive partner

A/N: Gahhhhh, I was very hesitant about this one. I do think Simon can be very…..not great to partners, even ones he’s close with. Especially the ones he’s close with. I think he has a hard time registering his partner’s feelings and remembering the courtesies of aftercare. I think he’s more used to one night stands that he kicks out after he’s done with them, not people who put their whole hearts in his hands. You know? So he kinda just…..accidentally treats a partner like that because it’s what he knows.

Ghost has never been the most….in touch with his emotions and those of the people around him. Even yours, as close as you two might be. It’s just not something he really manages to do well. He tries, God knows he tries, but he just fails, time and time again. And you’re left to pick up the pieces of yourself that he broke off with every accidental pain he caused. And you know he doesn’t mean to, that he just doesn’t know how to do this, be in a normal relationship, a loving one, but you’re not sure how much more of this you can take.

This would be one of those times. You were hurting everywhere after he had been too rough with you, practically on the verge of tears when he finally rolled off of your sore body, snatching his pack of cigarettes and his old beaten up lighter from the nightstand before making his way out into the living room like he usually did. You were stunned, for lack of a better word. Shocked that he had actually left you like this. You knew he wasn’t the best at these things, but how could he not notice the state you were in? Your emotions? Your pain? How could-how could he just leave you like this? How could he be so oblivious to something so plain to see?

Your legs shake as you crawl out of Ghost’s bed, almost slipping and falling onto your ass in your attempts to get up, hobbling out to the living room with a thin blanket wrapped around your shoulders. You wanted to call out to your lover, beg him to come back to bed with you, but your throat felt like one big bruise and when you opened your mouth to speak, you could only wheeze.

And then you saw him, lounging half naked on the couch, cigarette in hand as he watched rugby on the tv. You knew he noticed you coming in, he always did. But just like all the other times, he didn’t even bother to acknowledge your existence, just taking a long drag from his fag before puffing the smoke out through his nose, looking all the part of a lazy dragon who’d just fattened himself up on some knight who died screaming in agony.

Whimpering, you stepped closer, silently begging for his attention and affection when you sat beside him on the couch, croaking quietly to him as you touched his arm. A twitch was all you received in response, having to manually wrap his arm around your shoulders for any kind of comfort. He didn’t pull away, but neither did he lean in, stroke you, pull you closer. He was dead weight around you, devoid of the affection you so desperately needed in this instant. With a whimper, deprived and needy, you lean in closer, nuzzling your head against his chest like a lonely kitten, trying to get even an ounce of his attention.

“Not now, Love.” Was all you got, Ghost’s cold hand sliding under your chin and lifting your head up and away from him. “Go back to bed if you’re feeling tired.”

Heartbroken, you try to protest but just end up coughing, hand clutching your pained throat to try and stifle the growing ache. That at least earned you a little rub on your back from Ghost but it ended all too soon for you, not even a word of protest from him as you stood and shuffled back to your shared room, his eyes laser focused on the tv the whole time, while yours kept hopefully glancing back at him, only to end up disappointed once more as the door shut behind you with no interruptions except for the tv turning up just a bit louder right before you started crying, curling up on the bed and seeking what little warmth remained under the covers, face buried in Simon’s pillow and hoping beyond hope that he’d come in and scoop you up into his arms, apologize for leaving you so hurt and sad, promise to never do it again.

But it never came. And you spent the whole night alone in that big bed until Ghost finally came back in, just the slightest bit tipsy as he crawled onto his side of the bed, giving you nothing more than the lightest kiss to your head before he was dozing off for the night.

And that. That was what broke you, your heart shattering in your chest and cracking the fragile dam that you’d built up against your tears. Through shaking shoulders and quiet sobs, you felt resolve sink into your bones.

You couldn’t take this anymore.