#I'm pretty busy so it's a bit rough and messy but I'm really happy with how they turned out.

[nexusmonstrum]

Armor art cuz I wanna know how to draw them.

[mashiraostail]

Hello hello! I'm so so happy that you're back! Could I perhaps just request for general relationship headcanons for hound dog (nsfw too if you haven't previously) thanks!

yes ofc ! :3 im glad to be back writing too !! thanks for waiting for me and thanks for the req!! I like hound dog he's cool!

General: Before you date he can be kind of aloof, Vlad will probably hint you toward him. May be a bit messy himself but will pick up after you, feed you by leaving small snacks and drinks on your desk, and remind you about your obligations and meetings. He'll do it all in a very matter of fact way, but the fact he does it at all speaks volumes. If you don't pick up on it Vlad will nudge you in the right direction.

Once you are together he'll like spending time with you doing all sorts of things. He likes to train and exercise together, he loves cooking together as well. You will never go to the supermarket alone again!! He will take you he would loveee to go. Likes clothes and trinket shopping but only with you, will be delighted if you shop for him.

Likes to be big spoon and engulf you at night. You'll have to run an AC because he hates to go to sleep without cuddling at least a little.

Secretly likes it when you pack his lunch and bring him treats at work but he feels bad asking. He also loves to surprise you with small things. He's got a great memory for the little things, if you mention something off hand, a tv show or album you like he'll remember and gift you something a few days later.

He's excited to have you, probably more than he can express with words. He'll lay heavily into other love languages, physical touch, quality time, and acts of service are all things he loves to do, and he does them well. He's very emotionally mature and well spoken about his feelings but he's not used to being so close to someone in this way so it's new terrain for him.

NSFW: When you first get together you might have to remind him to slow down sometimes. He's hard and fast by nature and he doesn't mean any harm it's just second nature. You can rough him up to he REALLY won't mind. Likes missionary more than he cares to admit at times, he likes to see his partner's face and he likes to be touched so this position works well. Likes his partner in his lap too, a lot. He can be suuppper touchy feely and wants hands on at all times.

Breeding kink duhhhhh. He asks (begs) before obviously and will take your approval most enthusiastically.

He can be pretty quiet in bed but thats not a bad thing, mostly stunned silent.

He looovvess the smell of sex, after the fact. He'll burry his face in your neck or rub into your side for it. He loves the idea of your scent mixing with his. Which is why he looovvees a quickie. Before work, on his break, before dinner, during dinner. He doesn't care, just something fast to rub his scent off on you and to get yours all over his. If he's trying to steal you away, entertain him and you'll be rewarded for your understanding.

He isn't always thinking about sex though, it's not that he doesn't have a high drive he's just busy. He could live with sex once or twice a week. That being said when you do have sex he has pretty incredibly stamina and bounces back easily, he can go for a bit. If his partner is more frequently initiating he's more than happy to entertain them though, a low libido isn't an issue for him.

It's easy to get him worked up too, even if he is busy with work at home all you have to do is hug him from behind, around his shoulders, or slide into his lap. Pepper a few kisses over his arms or rub his chest and he'll be happy to follow directions for you.

[vdragon-creations]

TMayNT Day 18: Human Version of The Turtles

Day 18 of @tmaynt Prompt: Human version of the turtles!

So these took a bit longer then i expected to, but most of that was due to trying to get the skin colors right! A lot of folks head canon the turtles as POC's, mostly in reference to RISE and MM. But I could really see that in about all of them honestly. So I hope this looks good!

(Side Note: Am whiter then sour cream guys, with the most color I have in my fam is Cherokee native on my sperm donor side. I'm using this as practice for more skin colors. Any tips and critique you might have would be nice.)

But, with that out of the way, I wanna talk a little about my thought process with these designs! I wanted to go with them being mixed race, mostly Asian with either a dash of African American or even Latino in there. And I was trying to lean more on the 2003 TMNT as my main inspiration for these guys! As well as a few headcanons younger me had when I was younger about what they would look like! So let's get into each one!

Leo: I knew that with him, I still wanted to give him a more obvious "Ninja" look to him! Especially since, they're humans in this AU and not Turtles, I don't think Splinter would be HAVING to teach his sons martial arts as they wouldn't really NEED to defend themselves. Still tho, seeing how much of a father's boy Leo is, I could see him wanting to learn from him anyway. Just out of principle. He's got dark bluish gray eyes, and keeps his long hair in a ponytail! I complete his look with a scar along his shoulder and cheek. (Perhaps a childhood accident. Rough housing too much with Raph.) I also sprinkle a few freckles on his shoulders too, cause...they cute! QvQ

Raph: Now, you know this kid is a little punk. He's defiantly the rebel of the family! I knew I wanted to give him a ripped vest from the beginning, and I added a scar on his face as well. (Probably from the same rough housing with Leo, idk.) Also, you will never convince me that this boy doesn't have a piercing, or maybe a tattoo somewhere hidden. (Splinter would kill him if he ever saw it, after all he nearly did after the piecing and died hair.) But, despite all the roughness, he's topped off with pretty green eyes, freckles, and a tiny little beauty mark right on his jaw.

Donnie: Oh my baby boy! He's defiantly the most plain looking out of his brothers. Plain purple sweater and glasses, he doesn't scream outrageous like Mikey! And why should he? He's too busy with building things in his spare time to give a shit about looks! Shown by the oil stains on his shirt, really messy hair he keeps in a low ponytail, and eyebags so big that if it weren't for his (Admittedly) pretty golden eyes, you'd think he only had dark sockets on his face. And of course, cute nerdy freckles pepper his face! (Cause I'm predictable!)

Mikey: By far the most colorful (and obvious) out of his brothers! Splinter wasn't too happy when he and Raph both decided to dye their hair and get piercings, but it sure didn't stop them! Mikey really wanted to embody the "Surfer Dude" look, and he sure pulled it off! Long Blonde hair? Check! Shark Tooth Neckless? Check! Rad Shades? Double Check! (Rarely actually worn tho, gotta make sure the Dudes & Dudettes see those beautiful bright blue eyes!) He also started carrying around a set of headphones that Donnie made personally for him!

Maybe I'll revisit these guys at a later date, cause I do really dig the designs! And I think they would make they're own neat little AU! (I may even toss my OC Sasha in there some day! Been wanting to make a few human versions of her anyway. Hell, in some versions she was a human starting out anyway. So tis very needed!)

[hoedamn-eron]

droid repair

Poe and BB-8 take a trip to droid repair.

Warnings: None. Word count: 1,524 GN!Reader, no use of Y/N.

I really struggled with this, it was supposed to be my first post on this blog, but I kept delaying it because I couldn't finish it! I'm not 100% happy with it, maybe one day I'll come back and re-write it, but I knew that if I didn't post it, I would eventually give up on it and it would never see the light of day.

You had a reputation within the droid community for being a bit rough around the edges. It didn’t bother you; you were in the middle of a war, you weren’t there to make friends, especially with the droids. You were there to do a job, and that job was to fix the droids that were designed to help the Resistance win against the First Order. You didn’t care that they were scared of you, you were just there to fix them.

Which was why Poe Dameron found himself in the deepest pit of the base, where it seemed to lack any life whatsoever. He didn’t even know this corridor was here. BB-8 had been complaining about his wiring for a few days, but no matter how many times Poe told him, the white and orange BB unit refused to go alone – he’d heard stories from C3PO.

Poe had merely rolled his eyes at that. “C3PO has the habit of being dramatic.”

But when you had ushered both Poe and BB-8 into your workspace, Poe began to think BB-8 (and C3PO) were right. You had answered the door with a less-than-happy look on your face, demanding a, “What?”

You had had a bad day. Your order of parts hadn’t shown up, and no matter how many times you chased, via datapad or in person, nobody seemed to want to give you any answers. You’d ran out of caf and hadn’t had the time to get more, and you’d skipped lunch because the nerfherder from the medbay demanded that you fix his droid because he ‘had important stuff to do’, and it hadn’t been an easy fix. Why can’t people just look after their things?

Then, of course, to top off your already terrible day, pretty boy himself, Poe Dameron, had come to you, claiming that his BB unit had some dodgy wires. You hadn’t hidden your exasperated eye roll at him. Pilots were the worst at taking care of their droids. You’d ordered them both in, BB-8 nervously hiding behind Poe’s legs as you slammed the door behind them, demanding the BB unit roll up onto your work bench.

So here you were. You were crouched on the work bench, one of BB-8’s panels open for you to look in, using your pliers to move his wiring around. He had powered down, probably to avoid any other interaction with you. You didn’t make small talk with Poe, letting him wander around your messy workspace as he looked at all your tools, spare parts, and broken droids which should have been fixed days ago.

“So you’re the one who fixes the droids?”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. Obviously. “Yeah.”

“You kept busy?”

You hated small talk. It’s why you preferred to work with droids than anyone else. “Yeah.”

He turned from his place looking at your cluttered shelves. “Not much of a talker, huh?”

“No.”

Poe stared at you for a moment. When he arrived at your workspace, he was expecting a crotchety, old, grumpy tech who had spent too many years hunched up in a dank workspace looking at droids. Well, you were grumpy, but you definitely weren’t crotchety or old. Actually, you had taken his breath away when you had angrily opened your door to him and BB-8. He thought you were beautiful, and the fact that you didn’t seem to want to talk to him was intimidating.

He also hated awkward silences.

“So…”

“You need to take more care of your droid,” you said, closing the panel on BB-8 and tossing the pliers on the work bench. You looked at Poe as you slid off your workbench, then wiped your hands on your old, oily rag that was always hanging out your pocket. “When was the last time you had him checked out?”

Poe’s mouth had fallen open in astonishment. “Excuse me? I’ll have you know that I take very good care of my droid!”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Tell that to the disconnected wires. Some of them had come out of their protective casings and they’re exposed.” You grabbed your datapad from its place attached to your belt, scrolling on your parts spreadsheet. “I can’t fix him right now, because my kriffin’ parts delivery hasn’t arrived, but I can fix him later on this week.”

Poe blinked at you, finally closing his mouth. He cleared his throat and rested his hands on his hips. “Will he be okay?”

You quickly look up at him from your datapad, where you had assigned the BB unit the spares that would be coming in. The pilot looked nervous, and, dare you say it, worried for his BB unit. That was rare, to find someone worried for their droids; most of the people you’d met here weren’t too fussed if they could be fixed or not, they just always requested a new one. You sigh as you put your datapad back down. “He’ll be fine. I’ve done a temporary fix. Again, come back in a few days and I’ll fix him properly.”

Poe nodded at you before walking over to BB-8 and powering him back up. The droid looked around before he saw Poe, beeping happily. Poe laughed, rubbing the droid’s head like it was a child. “Told you it wouldn’t be so bad.”

BB-8 beeped back. Your Binary was incredibly rusty, for someone who worked with droids all day. You understood ‘wires’ and ‘mean’, and either ‘this time’ or ‘this plan’; regarding the circumstances, it could have been any of those.

You watched the two interact for a moment. Poe seemed incredibly attentive, even apologising about not getting BB-8 checked out sooner. It made you feel warm, and you could feel your heart beating in your chest. It didn’t help that Poe Dameron was as good looking as his posters showed. He had taken you aback, being stood at your door; you weren’t expecting the Resistance’s Best Pilot to ever come to your work quarters. You felt yourself blushing lightly, your eyes widened at the feeling.

You weren’t there to make friends. You were there to win a war.

“I don’t see you around.”

“Really, you don’t have to…continue this,” you said, motioning between yourself. “Just come back in a few days.”

Poe stared at you for a moment, watching as you started organising your tools. He tried not to distract himself on how good you looked in your overalls as he said, “If it’s worth anything, it won’t hurt to…you know, get out there and meet some people.”

You glare him, ready to tell him what for, since it was none of his business what you did or didn’t do with your spare time, but the look on his face stopped you. He was looking at you not with pity, but with a stern look. Maker, did he have to be so good looking? What was wrong with you? You lightly shrug your shoulder, trying to make yourself look nonchalant. “I’ve gotten this far with no attachments, why would I change that now?”

“Because we’re in a war, and we need all the ‘attachments’ we can get.”

You grab your datapad again, looking blankly at your spreadsheet, just so you didn’t have to look at him anymore. “I’m not sure who you think you are, talking to me about my personal life, but – “

“I am going to the cantina, just off the tarmac,” Poe said, sauntering over to your door, BB-8 finally rolling himself off your workbench with the makeshift ramp you had made. “If you would like to join me, that’s cool. If not, I will see you in a few days, and I’ll just invite you again.”

Curiosity overcomes you and you tear your eyes away from your datapad. Poe has opened the door and is giving you a pointed look. You stare right back, not giving anything away as the temptation to just carry-on working overcomes you, but…you don’t really want to.

You glance at BB-8 as he beeps at you, the first interaction he’d given you since he rolled himself in here. You return you gaze back to Poe, who raised his eyebrows as he smirked at you, motioning with a nod of his head down the corridor as he still held the door open. After a few moments hesitation, you sigh, throwing down your datapad. “Okay.”

Poe gave a little cheer as you walked past him into the corridor, moving him out the way as you closed and locked the door. You turned and started following him and the droid down the corridor, Poe turning to walk backwards to talk to you. “So what’s your name?” You give it, and Poe nods in interest. “I’m Poe Dameron.”

“I know.”

“Ah, so you’re not that much of a hermit.”

You roll your eyes. “Everyone knows who you are, Poe Dameron.”

“But not you.” Poe stops walking, you nearly bumping into him to stop also. He slipped his hands in his pockets as he surveyed you.

You shrug. “I suppose I don’t know you, know you.”

Poe meets your eyes, before grinning. “Let’s change that.”

[imthebadguyyy]

A/N - based off of this sinful photograph

Suggested listening - Wildside by Normani and Kiss It Better by Rihanna

Wildside

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!littlemix!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - You've been on tour for a while, and you miss your loverboy. But when he surprises you on tour, its bound to get spicy.

Warnings - smut (not well written)

The snap of hips. The soft groans and moans. The sound of pants. The sound of Rihanna's 'Kiss It Better' blaring through the walls. The bed knocking against the wall as Lewis's hands squeezed your hips, the intensity of the thrust pushing the bed against the wall. The high pitched moan that left your mouth as you reached your high, eyes closing as stars exploded behind your eyelids, as your boyfriend came right after you, your walls clenching as he came. Even after reaching your high, you didn't want to open your eyes, far too consumed in the earth shattering pleasure that was coursing through your veins, until a soft hand reached to pull your chin up, soft brown eyes looking into your own, clouded with lust and euphoria.

Pulling your mouth into his in a heated kiss, Lewis moved his hand to rest on your bare stomach, squeezing your tummy softly as he deepened the kiss. Pulling away he let his head droop onto your bare chest. "That was.." he began, far too blissed out to think of an adjective. "Godly" you said, chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to come to terms with the intensity of your orgasm. Laughing he leaned back up to kiss your nose, before standing up and walking to the bathroom. You heard the tap running, and the sound of the dustbin opening and closing. You closed your eyes again, the aftershocks still coursing through your body.

Opening them again slowly, you saw Lewis walk towards you, towel in hand, and a lazy smile on his face. He gently cleaned your thighs, finishing with kisses on both of them. He reached up and wiped your torso, which was gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, before running the towel over your nose, cheeks, eyes and mouth. He dropped the towel in the clothes hamper near the bathroom door, pulling on his boxer shorts and and pulling out one of his t shirts from the cupboard. "What about the clothes on the floor" you piped up, finally beginning to wake up from your post pleasure state. "When did it get so messy?" He said, spotting 5 different clothing items in 5 different corners of the room. "When you decided to run your hand up my dress in a restraunt" you replied, throwing him a fake glare.

"You liked it" was his cocky reply, smirk spreading over his face as you flushed and ran a hand through your hair. "I did not" you lied, watching as he raised his eyebrows. "Oh really ? Thats not what you were saying 5 minutes ago- oh wait, you weren't saying anything at all. You were too busy moaning my name to say anything else-" "OKAY fine I loved it. Now shut up and bring your fine ass back for cuddles"

*-*-*

That was a month ago. Now you've been away for nearly one and half months, away with the girls on the LM5 tour. You loved touring, it was the best part of being a singer, getting to see the music you girls made together come to life on a stage in front of thousands and thousands of screaming fans. It was a thrill like no other. The only problem was that you were away from home. Distance was never an issue for the two of you, after all, he was a Formula 1 driver. It was very rare that he was home, except during the breaks and the gaps till race weekend, but ever since you two had started dating, he tried to be with you whenever you could. Sometimes, your shows would be in places where the races were too, and then he'd definitely turn up. But it was a difficult thing to do all the time, and some nights on tour were spent pulling all nighters as you talked to each other on the phone, till one of you eventually fell asleep.

But you knew when you started dating him, this wouldn't exactly be a regular relationship. The two of you were doing your dream jobs, and they were both extraordinary. And you were willing to put in the work you had to put in to make the relationship work, and you did. Yet here you were in Madrid, feeling heartbroken and desperately wanting your boyfriend by your side. It had been a rough couple of weeks, you were jet lagged and tired, and although this was the second leg of the tour, and you had had a break, it was tiring. It was hard going to bed every night alone, when all you wanted was to cuddle your boyfriend.

Little did you know, Lewis was feeling the same. In fact he had missed you so much, he had told Angela and his publicist to cancel all events for a week, while he flew out to Madrid to see you. He had missed you, he had missed you more than he could put into words. But he also wanted to surprise you. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled down to Leigh Anne's contact, and sent her a text.

Lewis, Leigh Anne

Hey. Is Y/N asleep ?

Hey! No, she's in an outfit fitting.

Okay that's good. I need your help with something.

Sure how can I help ?

I want to surprise her by coming to see you guys in Madrid.

Oh thats wonderful ! She's been a little down in the dumps. I think she misses you.

I miss her too.

Let me know when, and I'll send a car to pick you up.

I'll be there on Saturday. Landing at 3:15 and I should be at the hotel by 4:30. Then I can get ready and surprise her at the show.

Okay done. I'll send the car around 5:30,so you can rest for a bit. You should be here by 6. The show's at 6:15.

Thank you! Can't wait : )

I'm so happy youre coming to see her ! I'll let the girls know.

*-*-*

As soon as he had finished texting, Lewis decided to start packing, the prospect of seeing you again sending a buzz of happiness running along his veins. God, he had missed you a lot. He turned to Roscoe, the dog sitting by his feet, looking up at his dad with his head cocked to one side. "I'm going to go see Mumma, Roscoe" he explained, smiling as the doggo barked in response. He wouldn't be able to take him to Madrid, he'd have to leave him with a dog sitter, but he couldn't feel too bad about it, since he had had Roscoe with him even when you were gone. And besides, Roscoe enjoyed the dog creche. He couldn't wait for Saturday.

Later in the evening, he sat down with a glass of wine, while the ringtone of your FaceTime rang through the empty house. After a few more seconds of ringing, the call was picked up, your tired face coming into view. "Hi darling" he said, noticing the tiredness in your eyes, and how much you were struggling to keep them open. "Hi bubs. Did you finish eating?" You asked, rubbing your eyes. "No, I've ordered soup" (did anyone get the reference ;) "Oh okay" was the reply. "What about you? What time is it?" "Its 9:20 AM" you replied, gently rubbing your eyes again, forcing yourself to stay awake.

"9:20? Thats pretty late baby. Why are you still sleepy?" "We were recording till 4 AM, so Im functioning on like 5 hours sleep right now" "Oh damn. Go back to sleep then baby" "Can't, rehearsal" was you reply, making him furrow his eyebrows. "Okay I guess. But don't tire yourself out" "I won't" "I love you" he said, smiling at you. "I love you"

*-*-*-*

The Madrid show was always a fun one. The fans were loud and you loved it. They were one of the best crowds you girls ever played for, and the show had its own adrenaline and excitement. But it was difficult to give a 100% when you were tired, but you really tried, you did. During Power, you hit highnotes you didnt think you could, during Woman Like Me you danced like there was no tomorrow. During Wasabi, you brought your sass level up to a 1000. It was during Bounce Back that you caught sight of a very familiar face in the audience. Unable to actually grasp if you had actually seen Lewis, you turned to Jade, who was on your side, and looked back at the crowd and back to her, asking for confirmation.

The smirk she gave you was answer enough. After that, focusing on giving an excellent performance increased tenfold. Every swirl of your hips, every flip of your hair, every wink you threw at the audience, it was all five times sexier. In the crowd, your boyfriend was well aware of what you were doing, and it was fair to say that you were succeeding at it. He could feel an uncomfortable sensation around his pants region, as his cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants. He couldn't wait till the show was over, and you two could have a show of your own.

*-*-*

"That was amazing darling!" Lewis said, spotting the 5 of you in your dressing room. "Oh look its Mr. Loverboy!" Perrie said, cackling as you rolled your eyes at her, before running up to your lover and jumping into his arms. "Hiya Bub! I missed you!" "I missed you too love. That's why I surprised you. I couldn't stand another day without you at home" he said, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you stable as you jumped into his arms. A chorus of "awws" echoed throughout the room, as the girls watched your cute little interaction. What wasn't cute however was the comment Lewis made in your ear, hiding his face in your ear so that the girls couldn't see. "I can't wait to get back to the hotel. I saw the performance you were putting on for me baby. You have no idea how hard I got, how uncomfortable I was standing in front of so many people when all I really wanted to do was fuck you"

You could feel your mouth become dry, and your heartbeat quicken, and you could feel the area between your thighs become wet. You tightened your grip around him, letting your crotch rub against his very softly. "I think it's time to go" you mumbled against his ear. "Okay girls, as lovely as it was to see you, I think it's time we go back to the hotel. I'm pretty worn out from travelling as well" "Yeah I'm pretty tired too" you replied, faking a large yawn. "Alright then, we'll see you guys tomorrow!" Leigh Anne said, leaning forward to give you a hug. After you finished hugging all the girls, the two of you made your way to the car, eagerly waiting to get back home.

The car ride home was tense. The tension was apparent in the air, reverberating through the air, choking you in a way you revelled in. The air was thick with tension, and it was suffocating you in the best way possible. It was almost too much to take. When the hotel came into sight, you practically leapt out of the car, and rushed to the door, an equally ruffled Lewis beside you. But he was not going to give in to you so easily. He enjoyed seeing you flustered. And he was not a person that gave someone what they wanted when they asked for it,no. He was going to have you desperate for it. Smirking to himself, he made his way to the reception, grabbing you by the waist as he went.

Throwing him a confused look you followed, slightly frustrated. "Hello sir, how can I help you?" the man at the reception asked, eyes going slightly wide as he recognized the two of you. "Hi! I just wanted to ask, till what time is your pool and spa open?" He asked, sliding his hand down to the back of your dress. "The pool closes at 10 pm sir, and the spa at 9 pm. We open the pool at 7 am and the spa at 11pm"he replied, struggling to maintain his professionalism as he spoke to one of the best drivers in Formula 1. "Alright thank you. And what time does breakfast start?" Lewis asked, hand pressing down on your ass, ever so discreetly. "Breakfast is from 6-10 am sir" "Thank you so much"

Next to him, you were fuming. Of course he was going to ask questions to which he already knew the answers to. A painful throb between your legs made you let out a small whimper, and the man at the reception looked at you with concern in his eyes. "Ma'am are you alright?" He asked, eyeing your stiff posture and tense state. "Yes, just tired, thank you" you replied, a little stiffly, but it was hard to concentrate when Lewis's promise of fucking you senseless kept replaying in your mind. "Alright then, good night" Lewis said, biting back a smirk at your flustered state. He knew getting you all riled up would lead to some seriously earth shattering sex, and he couldn't wait. But first, he definitely wanted to tease you, to push you over the edge, just a little more.

Your room was on the 16th floor, and as the two of you made your way into the elevator, he eyed you up and down, eyes lingering on the curve of your breasts. The minute the door shut, he pushed you against the wall, capturing your lips in a steamy kiss you'd be remembering the next day. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing hard, eliciting a moan from your lips. The moment your lips parted, he was pushing his tongue into yours, his other hand coming up to pull on your hair roughly, relishing in the gasp that left your lips. As suddenly as he started, he stopped, pulling back and standing almost nonchalantly against the wall.

Trying to wrap your head around what happened, you gripped the wall with your hand, feeling your legs grow weak to a point where you felt like you couldn't stand on your own. You could feel your wetness dripping, threatening to run down your thighs, as the throbbing became even more painfully exciting. You looked down at the floor, eyes closing as your frustration grew more and more by the second. Finally, with a little 'ding', the elevator stopped at the 16th floor. The moment the door opened you stepped out on wobbly legs, trying your best to walk properly. But of course, that wasn't going to happen. As you turned one long corridor, Lewis suddenly grabbed your waist, pushing you against the wall again, to reach down and suck on your neck. You let out a gasp, and tried to run your crotch against his, but the retaliated with a slap to your ass, smirking when a high pitched moan left your lips. Lifting you up against the wall, he mumbled against your ear "the key card" your clouded mind was unable to process the words, too consumed by slight relief you were getting. "Get the key card baby" he repeated. This time you noted it, reaching down to his pants pocket to pull out the key card. You couldn't resist running your hand over his cock, feeling how rock hard he was. The thought of him fucking you senseless returned, and you let out a groan.

Grabbing the card from your hand, he opened the door, propping you up against the door in your bedroom. His eyes were filled with a raw, animal desire, as he dropped the card on the floor and reached up to unzip your dress. He ripped the zipper down, your dress falling to the floor in a crumpled heap. He locked his eyes on your heaving chest, hand reaching up to grab your chin, pulling you in for a searing kiss. His hand slid up your torso, reaching behind to unhook the red lacy bra you were wearing, letting it drop to the floor as he took in the glorious sight in front of him. You waited, wanting him to just touch you, but he just stared, eyes looking into yours, clearly saying "beg for it"

You couldn't help the soft "please" that left your lips, too desperate for some sort of touch. "Please what?' Lewis said, tightening his grip on your waist. "Please" was all you could say again, nearly whimpering again at the rough look in his eyes. "Use your words baby. Now, please what?" "Please just touch me!" You finally gasped out, moaning loudly when he licked a stripe down your chest before taking your right tit into his mouth. His hand fondled the left one, running his thumb over your erect nipple, the rough pad of his thumb sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His mouth sucked on the skin of your tit, before moving down to bite down on your nipple. You gasped again, pain and pleasure coursing through your body as his tongue ran over your nipple over and over till it nearly felt raw. He switched his actions, moving his mouth to your left tit instead, letting his hand harshly fondle the other. He continued the same process of biting, licking and sucking, till he was satisfied with himself. "I fucking love this baby. Seeing you all wet and needy for me. So what do you want? My mouth? My fingers? My cock? Or does my baby want them all ?" He asked, watching as your pupils dilated and you let out a strangled moan.

You let your crotch rub against his thigh, gasping when the friction went straight to your core. "Look at you darling. I asked you what you what you wanted, and you picked my thighs? Well, I want to see you dripping. I want to see you cum on my fingers, my mouth, my thighs and especially on my cock. I'm going to make you cum over and over and over again till you can't even stand on your own fucking legs. I want your thighs to be shaking around my head. I want to see you moan and groan and scream my name so loud, by tomorrow everyone in this hotel will know my name, because you'll spend all night screaming it" you moaned again, his words going straight to your core."Please Lewis, God, just make me cum please!" The desperation of your cry was enough for him to carry you to the bed, dropping your body onto the soft mattress.

He pulled of shirt, unbuttoning every button so you could see him do it. He could see your eyes grow dark, as his compass tattoo came into sight. You had told him it was one of your favourites, and he had used it against you ever since you had told him that. Smirking at you, he climbed onto the bed, lying down between your legs. You pushed yourself up against the headboard, spreading your legs wide for him. His eyes grew dark, as your core came into his view, shimmering with your juices. A near animalistic growl left his mouth, the sound hitting your core. He moved so that he was situated right in front of your core. He let his eyes take in the sight of you in front of him, snapping back to reality when you let out a groan of frustration. Throwing you a devilishly reassuring smile, he inched neared and nearer, till his nose was nearly touching your clit. Then he just lay there. Not moving. You could feel your heartbeat hammering against your chest, chest heaving up and down, an alarming intense feeling growing in your tummy. Finally, when it became too much you let out a small scream of frustration "Oh for fucks sake Lewis please just fuck me!" Your outburst brought a smile to his face. "Oh I will. Just not yet" and with that, he ran a finger along your slit, before finally slipping it into you. You let out a moan, finally getting the friction you had been desperate for. His fingers circled your clit, thumb gently pressing down, before he removed it,only to slam it back down on your sensitive clit, earning a scream of pleasure from you.

He slipped a second finger into you, scissoring around your clit, as your desperate cries of "oh, oh baby! Fuck, fuck lewis-" were lost in the heat of the moment. He leaned his head down to your core, letting his tongue run along your slit too, before licking around it, collecting your wetness on his tongue, before letting it harshly circle your clit. You bucked up into his mouth, feeling his tongue wrap around your clit. He sucked the nub harshly, his fingers still moving in and out of you. "Oh God, Oh GOD, Lew-I- oh! Oh God!" Your broken moans were music to his ears as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You could feel a strange intensity growing in your stomach, feeling a lot stronger than your usual orgasm. The band in your tummy was threatening to snap, but you needed that something more to help it snap. That something more came when Lewis sucked your clit into his mouth, letting it rest in between his teeth, before flicking it with his tongue.

With a cry of "Oh fucking hell, Lew-" you camr gushing into his mouth, your juices coating his fingers and gushing onto his tongue, as he let you ride out your orgasm on his deadly skilled tongue. Well, he had got his wish. Your thighs were shaking around his head, as your body tried to come to terms with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your body. Looking down, you saw him with his painfully hard cock, grinding down on the sheet, as he let out a moan at the relief the bedsheets gave him. Raising an eyebrow, you patted your thigh, signaling him to come over to you. "You loved on me so well bubs. But I can see how hard you are. Do you want to use me to get off?" You asked, watching the effect you had on him. All he could do was nod, as you sat up on your knees. "Stand up" you ordered, getting up from the bed as well.

You walked over to the wall, letting your body rest against it. Somewhat confused, Lewis followed you, standing in the space between your legs. "I tried to get off using your thighs didn't I? I think you'll enjoy it as much as I did. So use me. Use my thigh. Get off" looking at you in pure shock, your boyfriend moved forward, groaning when you pushed your leg against his throbbing cock. He relished in the friction, slowly beginning to move against your leg, moaning when he began to rub against your leg. He began to hump your leg faster, as the pleasure began to build up in his body, before you reached your hand down to cup his length in your hands, moaning when you realized your fingers didn't quite meet. You ran your fingers along his length. You pumped him, letting your thumb circle his sensitive tip, eliciting a soft whine from him. You circled faster, moving down to your knees, and letting your tongue run up his shaft very softly. Above you, Lewis slammed his hands against the wall, groaning when you took him into your mouth.

But a part of him still wanted to cum inside when he was fucking you (in a condom, because wrap it before you tap it) so he pulled you back up, smirking when you whined. "I know baby, but I just really wanna fuck you now. Back on the bed please, unless you want me to take you here against this wall" practically running, you clambered onto the bed. You watched as Lewis pulled out a condom, ripping the packet open before climbing back on top of you. He let his hand rest on your hip, eyes temporarily losing some of the animalistic need that had been present in them. Leaning down, he connected your lips together in a kiss, a searing, intense kiss that took your breath away. "Ready love?" He asked, looking into your eyes, looking to see if there was even a slight hint that you didn't want this. But you did.

With a sudden jolt, he thrust himself into you, groaning when your warm walls clamped down on him. His hips thrust into you, starting off slow, letting you adjust to his massive length. "My sweet baby,taking me so well. Does it feel good?" You couldn't even respond, mouth agape, as his the pace of his thrusts increased. "Answer me" he said, suddenly stopping. Almost crying out at the loss of pleasure, you looked at him with desperation. "Yes yes, fuck it feels so good, please don't stop!" "Thats all you had to say baby" he said, before pushing in again, slowly. Then, he pulled back out. Looking at him in confusion, you gasped when he slammed back into you, a high pitched moan of "Lewis!" leaving your lips. He moved so that he had a better hold of your hips, rocking the both of you back and forth, the intensity of his thrusts was so much that the bed knocked back against the wall. What he wasn't expecting was for you to take his left thumb up to your mouth, running your tongue over it before sucking on it.

Moaning, he started thrusting into you even harder, shifting so that he was directly hitting your g spot. "Oh, God ! Oh fuck, Baby that feels so good please keep going keep-oh!" The cry that left your lips was so loud, you were sure Perrie in the room next to yours had heard you. "Fuck baby, you take me so well" Lewis said, as he nearly hammered your g spot. He was so, so damn close to cumming, and when you leant up and bit a sensitive spot on his neck, he came, gushing into the guard between you two, but he wanted you to cum to, so he reached down to pinch and rub your clit, still riding out his orgasm in you, moaning when you came with a scream. He winced when your core spasmed on his sensitive cock, and he pulled out slowly, before collapsing next to you. Panting, you curled up to him, letting your hand rest on his compass tattoo. "Okay that was Godlike" you said, earning a tired laugh from your lover.

"Yeah it really was. I missed you" he said, allowing you to nuzzle into his neck, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "I missed you too" you replied, kissing the tattoo. "I love you too" As you lay there together, still revelling in the moment, your phone buzzed. Reaching over to check it, you saw your groupchat with the girls flooding with messages.

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Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Y/N, I'm filing a noise complaint. 🍆

Jade ✨ - Pez 😂 let them be. It's been a while for her.

Leigh 🦋- She really got some tonight huh? 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️- LOL she did !! And it was obviously some goooood 'some' *wink wink*

Jade ✨- I could hear em too, and Im on the other end of the hall.

Leigh 🦋 - I know I did too! Must be some damn good sex. 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Go Y/N !!

Jade ✨ - Can't wait till she reads this.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Are they still going?!

Leigh 🦋 - No 😂 she's reading the messages. Y/N!! Yoohoo!

You - yes I'm here 🖕🏽

Jade ✨ - Did you have fun babe 😏

You - ..... yes

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - babe you can't really say no because we heard you

You- Im not saying I didn't have fun. But you guys need to calm down.

Leigh 🦋 - But its funnn

You - okay byeeee ❤

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Going for a round 2 😏?

You - okay I said bye.

Leigh 🦋 - she is !!

Jade ✨ - Go babe !

You - I need to leave this group.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - No we love you !! ❤

Leigh 🦋 - Yeah don't leave us ❤

Jade ✨- Don't leave meee ! ❤

You - Haha I'd never leave you girls ❤ now bye.

Jade ✨ - bye babe !

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - bye you sexy minx 😏

Leigh - bye hun 💙

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Smiling to yourself, you put your phone away, to see Lewis looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "Who was it?" "Just the girls" you said, cuddling back up to him. "What did they say?" Giggling, you looked up to him and kissed his neck. "They said they're going to file a noise complaint. And they asked me if we were going for a round two" "Were we really that loud?" He asked, looking at you in surprise. "Yeah, even Leigh heard us and she's at the end of the hall!" "Damn" Lewis said laughing. "Well," he said, looking at you again, with a cheeky look in his eye, "they were right about one thing" "And what is that?" You asked, smiling at him mischievously. "We are going for a round two"

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@maxverstappenx @grandestrategia (because you are worth it 🦋💙)

[heyyyharry]

Happier

(inspired by happier by Olivia Rodrigo)

Word count: 2.4k

I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

Part 1: Drivers License

Part 2: Deja Vu

A/N: I edited the original lyrics to match the POV :)

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Harry had come up with a thousand scenarios of how this day would play out. Actually, he’d been thinking of this day since the moment he’d received the news. He didn’t dare to hope that she’d say yes to coming back for a sequel. He’d been sure that they would write her character off, give a lame excuse for how his love interest could not make a return and make his character forget about her completely to move on with a new girl in town. It would have been great if it was that easy in real life. Once someone was written off the script, they were gone for good. Real-life relationships were not that simple. Goodbye didn’t mean ‘never see you again’. You would still share the same friend circle and social bubbles, and it was worse when you two worked in the same industry. Harry didn’t know how he’d lasted a year without running into her, not since the Grammys.

“Didn’t you two date?”

“No.” Harry shook his head, but his eyes stayed glued on Y/N from across the room. She wasn’t looking his way, too busy saying hello to everyone else. “No,” he repeated, more to himself than to his co-star. “We didn’t.”

“But she wrote an entire album about you,” said the other twin. What was her name again? Lulu?

“Luna!” cried her sister, Lex. “You can’t ask him that!”

“No, it’s okay,” Harry said with a tight smile, slightly annoyed by the blonde twins, but he didn’t want to seem like an ass on the first day of filming. “And I don’t know if it was for me. You should ask Y/N.”

“Ask me what?”

Harry flinched when he looked up and saw Y/N padding towards them. She hugged the twins, who seemed way too excited. Harry guessed they were Y/N’s fans. They gave off crazy fangirl vibes, probably just pretending not to know the drama to interrogate him. He couldn’t blame them for assuming he was the villain and definitely could not blame Y/N for portraying him as one. It was more important that he knew who he was and how much he had changed since his last relationship. Maybe they could finally be friends.

“Were they bothering you?” Y/N asked him once the twins had left.

Harry nodded. “They’re your friends?”

“Oh, I met them last year on tour. I’m surprised you don’t know them. They were on Disney.”

“I don’t watch Disney,” Harry admitted with a smile. “Well, not today’s Disney.”

“Understandable.” Y/N nodded and bit her lip. She seemed guarded with her straight back and hands hidden behind her. She eyed him up and down, quite subtle yet noticeable. “How have you been?”

“Pretty good,” he said, nodding slowly. “You?”

“Yeah, but mostly tired because of tour.”

“You’re done?”

“Yup, last night was the last show.”

“Nice.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Nice?”

Harry blinked. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No.” Y/N giggled. “You still sound very...you.”

“Well, shouldn’t I?”

“Yeah, you should. But it’s been a year so…I mean, you haven’t changed much.”

“Right,” he said lowly, his eyes falling to his feet. Harry supposed he should say something else, perhaps bringing up another random topic to discuss, but all he could think about was what had happened between them. Things had been messy, hadn’t they? How could they go back to before that? Before her first song about him. Before he’d chosen someone else over her.

Or he could talk about her new relationship. She’d been in a happy relationship for almost six months, right? No wait, hadn’t they broke up two weeks ago? He wasn’t sure because he hadn’t been catching up. If they’d broken up, he’d sound like an ass to even mention her ex’s name. He should just stay quiet.

“I’ll see you later?” she said, gesturing at her stylist who was waiting by the door.

Harry could ask her right now -- the reason she’d agreed to film the sequel to their first movie together. He’d heard from a very reliable source that she’d specifically asked her agent to decline any project that he was in. So did this mean they were good? That she didn’t hate him anymore? He could have gathered his courage and got the answer right then…

“Yeah, see you.”

...but he didn’t.

And so she gave him a smile and a little wave, then happily returned to her stylist.

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“See you tomorrow, Y/N!”

“See you, Annie!” Y/N said as she put the rest of her things into her tote bag. Her new driver had got her schedule mixed up, and so she had to wait here for another half an hour. She was in no rush. It had been a light first day, and she’d had a fun time getting to know the new cast members and catching up with old friends.

She sat on the sofa in the lobby, legs crossed, texting her best friend about her day. She’d purposely left out the short off-screen conversation with Harry, and her best friend didn’t even bother to ask. In their world, he didn’t exist, and his name was censored in every conversation like a curse word that was even worse than ‘cunt’. Nevertheless, she didn’t hate him anymore. She was doing just fine on her own, being busy with her career, and she’d been in a happy relationship after her fall out with him.

She and the guy, a model, had broken up two weeks ago due to long distance and some differences that they could not change. They had ended on good terms and decided to stay friends. They said you could only stay friends with your ex when you still had feelings for each other, or you had never loved each other that much in the first place. For her, it was probably the latter. Her previous relationship had been more platonic than romantic, apparently. So she had nothing but the best to say about him.

As she was going through her camera roll, just reminiscing about the past, she heard footsteps approaching and looked up to find Harry. He offered a smile and gestured to the spot beside her on the sofa. “May I sit here? My ride is late.”

“Yeah, sure.” She hurriedly scooted over.

“Good job today,” he said. “You were great.”

“Thanks, so were you.” She smiled, and they both looked away at the same time. This was so awkward. She hated small talk. She’d never had to have small talk with Harry. Conversations with him used to be so easy and natural and silly. Whatever this was, it wasn’t them.

“Can we just be normal?”

At first, Y/N thought she’d been the one who’d said it, so when she realised it’d been Harry, she was speechless.

He swallowed and sat a bit straighter, still not looking at her. “I don’t want us to be weird and awkward.”

“Okay,” she said.

He cleared his throat. “Wanna try again?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Okay, not to sound like an ass but when Joey kept forgetting his lines, I was so pissed off, I could throw a chair at the wall.”

“Right?!” exclaimed Y/N, feeling free to have finally broken out of her shell. “Like, he doesn’t even have many lines. I know he’s new but damn...you can’t get far if you don’t learn your goddamn lines.”

Harry shook with laughter. “Oh God, we sound like dicks, don’t we?”

“Maybe.” Y/N laughed, covering her mouth. “But you know what? We can’t be nice in this industry. It’s impossible.”

“Shhh, if someone heard this, we would be into big trouble.”

“Oh please, I’ve had worse articles written about me than ‘Y/N speaks facts about her lazy co-star’.”

Harry tossed his head back and cackled. “The worst one I’ve got this week was ‘Harry Styles hates therapists.’”

“What?!” Y/N gasped. “No way! That’s so stupid!”

“Right?” Harry rolled his eyes. “I could get all my therapists to speak up for me but I’m kinda immune to bullshit now.”

“Therapists? Like plural?”

“Yeah, one in every city.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah.”

Y/N rubbed her hands onto her legs. “Rough year?”

Harry’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he leaned back. “You have no idea.” Then he swept his hair out of his eyes, sucked in a breath, and finally looked at her. “I wish I could have talked to you, though.”

She bit her tongue, knowing what she was about to say next would disappoint her best friend so much, but she had to. “So do I.”

Harry looked taken aback before his lips curled into a smile. “It’s silly, isn’t it? I haven’t talked to you in a year, and I feel like I know everything that’s happened to you except that I don’t.”

What he’d just said might make no sense for most people, but Y/N knew exactly what he meant. She nodded and wetted her lip. “You only know as much as everyone else does.”

“Yeah, I got updates on you from the news and our friends.”

“Same.” Y/N smiled back. “I hate how they write articles about your new haircut but not mine.”

“I like your new hair colour.”

“Thanks. I like your new car.”

Then they both burst out laughing. It was fun and also a little bit strange that Y/N didn’t feel the same anxiety talking to him as she used to. It must be because they had grown and were now meeting again as better people.

“Damn, my ride's here,” Y/N said as she read the text from her driver. “I gotta go now.”

“Oh, okay.” Harry stood up and followed Y/N to the entrance. “Hey, just wondering--”

“Yeah?”

“Am I...am I still blocked?” He looked a bit flustered as she tilted her head and squinted her eyes. “On your phone. Because I remember you having my number blocked--”

“I unblocked you on your birthday.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah.” Y/N shrugged. “I should’ve sent you a happy birthday text but...I didn’t want your girlfriend to get the wrong ideas.”

“My ex.”

“Yeah, I know.”

They smiled at each other one last time before saying goodbye. Y/N knew it was silly, but she was hoping he would go after her.

Ding.

A notification popped up when she was in the car. She was almost home, and it was from Harry’s number. He’d sent her a link with a message that said, “Hope you like it :)”.

Curious, she tapped on it and was directed to an audio file titled ‘Track 5’. The upload date was last year. About two weeks after their short conversation at the Grammys.

Hurriedly, she fumbled inside her bag for her iPods and put it on before she pressed play.

“Hey, Jeff, I couldn’t sleep so I wrote this song. Listen and let me know if it should go on the album.”

Then came the piano intro. It sounded good, so Y/N wondered how it hadn’t ended up on his last album.

But when he started to sing...

We ended a while ago Your friends are mine, you know, I know You've moved on, found someone new One more guy who brings out the better in you

And I thought my heart was detached From all the sunlight of our past But he’s so nice, he’s so funny Does he mean you forgot about me?

Oh, I hope you're happy But not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

And does he tell you you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen? An eternal love bullshit he might not even mean Remember when you were with me I meant it when you heard it first from me

And now I'm pickin' him apart Like cuttin' him down will make you miss my wretched heart But he’s charming, he looks kind He probably gives you butterflies

I hope you're happy But not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better

I hope you're happy I wish you all the best, really Say you love him, baby Just not like you loved me And think of me fondly when your hands are on him I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

The song was for her. He’d written it when her new relationship had gone public. Y/N sat there, staring blankly ahead until the honking of a car tore open her inner peace, and reality came crashing back in. The driver dropped her off at her house. Instead of going inside, she stood on her front steps and replayed the song one more time. When it ended, she decided to text him: Why didn’t this make it to the album?

She didn’t know where he was now, but it showed ‘typing’ in less than a second, as if he’d been waiting in their chat since he’d sent that link.

You would’ve hated me, Y/N.

True, she replied. Still, I would’ve loved the song lowkey. And added, I love it btw.

He took so long to type that it was driving her crazy. She flopped down on the concrete stair with her phone clutched in her hands, her heart thundering against her ribcage. Anxiety popped like a balloon when his message appeared: Were you happier?

She reread it again and again.

No.

I wasn’t either, he responded. I kept getting deja vu.

Ha, nice reference.

That song is my guilty pleasure. Love listening to you roasting me on loop.

That last message made Y/N bury her face into her palm and giggle like a fool. She thought for a second and wrote: I could come roast you in person now if that’s what you prefer. I think we’ve never had a proper roasting.

Can we meet, Y/N? Or are you busy now?

No, not busy.

Great, I’ll pick you up.

Just tell me where, she responded with a smile on her face. I got my drivers license now :)

[one-piece-dumpster-fire]

The people have spoken, Kiku it shall be😌🙏🏻! We'll see if I'm able to finish the Jack headcanon tomorrow, so hopefully you won't have to wait too long for the big mammoth~ But without further ado, here are some quick (and messy) Kiku nsfw wlw headcanon👀

Kiku wlw nsfw headcanon

let's start with the most important part: although she might seem like a bottom, Kiku usually prefers to be ontop.

however she does feel silly when it comes to taking full charge or being super dominating in bed. You're her sweet girlfriend whom she loves more than anything, so why would she ever need to be rough with you?

...that doesn't mean that she can't be assertive though, especially when you try to mess with her or purposefully act like a "brat". In that case she's not ashamed to make use of her height and keep you pinned down or straddle you from time to time

sex with her is overall pretty vanilla, but then again her intention is to 'make love' and not just 'fuck'. (She doesn't like that word very much). For Kiku being intimate is all about doting on your partner, gentle touches and caresses, just- making you feel loved and wanted by her

body worship body worship body worship Jesus Kiku will not shut up about how perfect you are and how much she loves you!

she's generally more of a giver rather than a receiver. Kiku is super eager to please you but gets really flustered whenever you ask if you can go down on her

one thing that seriously turns her on is when you get lost in her touch and willingly expose yourself or spread your legs for her. Bonus points if you also sweetly ask her if she could touch you more

don't worry about sounding needy, Kiku is always more than happy to do as you ask and give you the pleasure you so desperately seek~

secretly she also really likes it when you end up making lewd noises or pull ahegao-esque faces as a result of her touches

unsurprisingly she's a little bit of a tease and the type of girl to nibble on your ear and tell you that she could just 'eat you up' while fingering the ever-loving life out of you

also ever since you started dating she makes sure to keep her nails clipped short so you won't feel uncomfortable

even when she's fingering you, one of her fingers is always busy playing with your clit. She's fascinated by your little pleasure button and 'accidentally' ends up overstimulating you quite often

the only way Kiku feels comfortable with letting you please her is if you do it 69-style. So yeah, even when it's supposed to be about her pleasure she still wants you to feel rewarded as well

her voice is all whimpers, sighs and small moans when you use your mouth and/or fingers on her. She tries her hardest to keep it down though and doesn't want to sound loud

her orgasm is usually just a silent scream, with her mouth formed into a beautiful o-shape and her eyes closed shut as she rides out the waves of pleasure rippling through her body

aftercare is literally the same as sex, only she won't touch your private parts or try to get you off anymore. Kiku is still rather handsy, stroking and petting you, softly rubbing your skin, all while telling you how much she loves you again

also she'll bashfully thank you for every orgasm and apologizes for letting herself go

oh yeah, did I forget to mention that Kiku loves to be sneaky and leave lipstick marks and hickeys on your body without you noticing...? Usually you only discover them the next day, when you see yourself in the bathroom mirror for the first time after the sex

...talking of bathrooms, shower sex is actually something Kiku might be interested to try out. But only under the condition that you agree to always hold onto her so you won't accidentally slip and end up hurting yourself hgjekwkdnw

and if you're looking for something more rough or kinky in the bedroom, you'd have to introduce her to that first. Although she'd be mildly curious about it Kiku will never approach you with a dildo or handcuffs on her own, I PROMISE

[wolferals]

🌍parallel universes**🌍

arón piper imagine

!SEXUAL CONTENT!SMUT!

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„Hey you." you greeted Arón the second you walked in the door and saw the handsome actor sitting on his bed busy with his phone. He looked up for a quick second and nodded at you. Apparently he was VERY busy.

You went straight to his kitchen after putting down your bag in his room to just grab a quick snack after class.

His kitchen was always super messy so you spend some good five minutes cleaning before you actually went on to make yourself a sandwich.

But as you looked into his fridge you figured, simple toast with jam would have to do. How did this guy not starve?

Then you grabbed your sandwich and walked back to his room where you sat yourself down next to him just to see what he had been up to. While eating your sandwich you were watching him scroll through twitter. All the posts were in Spanish so you didn't quite know what was going on but Arón seemed pretty stressed out about something.

„You okay?" you carefully asked and scanned his side profile. He didnt look at you, he just kept scrolling. You noticed his uneasiness. His left hand had grabbed the sheets rather roughly, you could see the veins on his hand popping out.

„Arón?" you asked again but didnt get a response at all.

You kept on watching him internally freak out for a couple of minutes until you were done and grabbed his phone and slammed it next to you on the mattress.

„Whats wrong?" You sounded pissed off but you were actually just concerned.

Arón leaned his head back against the wall before finally looking at you for the first time this afternoon. „I fucked up." he simply said and ran his hand through his curls.

You looked at him in confusion and then responded:"What happened? What did you do?"

He gave you a sad look. After, he took a deep breath and turned around to face you completely.

„When I was dating Juliana (sorry if thats your name), you remember? I sent her this one picture. Only one! And she leaked it and im fucked. Everyone saw it."

You could see the tears forming in his brown eyes.

„Okay." you spoke and grabbed his hand. „Dont worry! Its gonna be fine. Its just a damn picture. What exactly was on it? Your face too?"

He shook his head. „But my tattoos."

You breathed in heavily before continuing:"Its okay, Arón, really. Its just a picture. Doesnt say anything about you. They know you're not sending shit like that to random people."

He laughed a fake laugh and said:"Y/n its a fucking nude. Its my chest and my fucking dick. Do you think they're gonna forget about it? No."

You just looked at him for a while because you werent sure what to say.

„You have to ignore it. They will stop talking about it tomorrow because something else will be more interesting, thats how twitter works. Just calm down please."

He nodded slowly and took another deep breath.

„Just please dont go on Twitter and ignore anything related to that. I dont want you to see that."

You nodded understanding and pressed his hand a little tighter. „Its gonna be alright." you spoke quietly and pulled him in a tight hug. He seemed to appreciate it since he pulled you really close to his chest and placed his flat hand on the back of your head.

„You're a good girl." he whispered and dug his head in the crook of your neck. To be honest, not the smartest choice of words since all you were thinking of now was this picture.

But the way he said it sounded so innocent, he wouldn't have meant it to be dirty.

„You wanna watch a movie?" you suggested as you let go of him. „Hm. Im not really in the mood. Can we listen to some music por favor?" he pouted and looked at you with big eyes.

„Of course." you replied and lied down on your back.

He did the same and put his arm around you so he'd be more comfortable.

„You okay?" you asked once again after he was just staring at the ceiling for a moment.

Arón simply nodded, his eyes not leaving the wooden ceiling. It felt good to be with him. Alone for the first time in a while, it was always someone around, you never got to talk to him, only him.

You then decided to put on some comforting music to maybe calm him down a bit since he was so drained.

Over the course of the first 3 songs you guys were just laying there, no one said a word. Until Arón suddenly spoke up.

„Do you ever think about if theres another world somewhere where all the people we know, and us are different people? Maybe we're friends in this other universe, or we dont know we exist at all."

You turned your head in confusion to his sudden philosophy.

He turned his head as well and you both ended up looking deep into the others eyes.

„Maybe... maybe we're older in the other world. Maybe we're even a couple or married. Maybe we have kids together, got divorced after 10 years and now we only see each other because of the kids. And maybe you've had another guy after the divorce who's treated you better than me. Because I'm sure I'd be the reason for our divorce."

On the one hand you were touched by his cute words but on the other hand it made you laugh how deep he suddenly got, talking about the both of you being an old divorced couple.

„You're crazy." you grinned and looked back at the ceiling.

Slowly you closed your eyes and fully concentrated on the music.

It was silent for a bit until you heard his voice again.

„Maybe i messed up in the other universe, maybe the other Arón ended up alone because he missed his shot, maybe he didnt use the chance to kiss the other y/n when the perfect moment had come. You'd be happy with another man and I would regret not kissing you all my life."

You opened your eyes. Just to see his face inches away from yours.

None of you said a word.

You kept staring into his deep brown eyes while they got closer and closer. He carefully leaned in and you were more than ready to feel his kiss.

„May I?" he whispered against your lips.

With a little nod you accepted and a moment later you felt his plump lips softly pressing against yours.

You expected his kisses to be rougher but you loved the way he kissed you that moment.

The kiss didnt last long, he pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours.

„You're all Ive ever wanted y/n. And im sorry, if you dont feel the same way thats okay. I just didnt want to regret not doing it." he explained in a soft tone before looking at you again.

You didnt know what to think that second but all you knew was that your body craved him. Your soul was screaming for his touch.

So you did what you had to do.

You pulled him down on the back of his neck to kiss him a little harder this time. He seemed surprised but kissed back immediately. He made you feel alive again, after your last sad relationship you didnt want to be in love again. But this boy made you fly.

After making out for a bit, you wanted more. You tugged on his shirt, telling him to take it off. He pulled away quickly and looked at you. „Are you sure you want to do this?"

You just nodded, your body shaking from the inside. You wanted him to love you the way no one ever did before.

Arón skillfully tore off his shirt and threw somewhere in the room. He then carefully took of yours, looking down at you in awe. „Bonita." he whispered and started planting soft tender kisses on your collar bones, neck and your boobs.

„Joder." he cursed as he kept kissing down your exposed stomach.

You started moaning quietly when he reached the hem of your pants. „Can I?" he asked again.

It killed you how sweet he was. You always thought he'd be the kind of guy to rip your clothes off in a second and fuck you rough but he wasnt acting like that at all.

Slowly he slid your jeans down your legs and threw them on the floor. Afterwards he climbed back on top of you to kiss you softly again. You could feel the passion in the kiss.

„Are you ready?“ he whispered while grabbing a condom from his nightstand. Quickly you pulled down your panties and sat up so he could take off your bra for you.

„You‘re so beautiful.“ arón murmured and grabbed your boobs carefully just to place a kiss on your lips again.

„Lie down bebe.“

You did as he said and lied down on your back. You looked up at him with lustfilled eyes. He looked so beautiful kneeling inbetween your legs, in just his boxers. His abs were glistening in the light and his curls were falling perfectly on his forehead.

You just waited for him to start you didnt notice that he took off his underwear meanwhile.

„Ready?“ he asked again and looked down at your exposed body while he was holding his surprisingly big dick in his right hand.

You nodded and couldnt stop staring at his cock that was already leaking precum into the condom.

„Alright babe.“

You were so horny by now you couldnt wait to feel him inside of you.

Slowly and very carefully he pushed his length in your pussy. You hadnt had sex in a long time so it did hurt a little bit. But nothing you couldnt handle.

He was staring into your eyes while his dick drove further into you inch by inch.

„estás bien?“ he whispered and held onto your waist.

With a simple nod you agreed.

„Can I move, does it hurt?“

You sat up a little bit. „Yeah you can move. Its okay.“

He lied fully on top of you just to see you closer.

„If it hurts tell me.“

You nodded yet again.

And then he pulled out an inch just to push his dick back inside of your walls. And it felt so damn good.

He continued in a slow pace and you softly moaned out. But eventually you needed more and told him.

„More.“

He grinned and started fucking you faster. Your eyes rolled back into your skull and you moaned our.

„Yes please.“ Arón grabbed your left hand just to place it next to your hand, intertwining your fingers.

„You‘re perfect.“ he groaned while his thick cock was pistoning in and out of you.

With a moan you replied to his statement.

„Baby you feel so good.“ he moaned out loudly. Very loud to be specific. His deep raspy voice threw you over the edge. Your back arched, your eyes rolled back and a loud high pitched moan left your mouth.

„Cum for me baby.“ he encouraged your orgasm and placed kisses on your neck as it hit you like a wave.

He really did make you feel like you were in heaven.

„Im close too honey. Ride me please.“ he suddenly begged after you had calmed down from your orgasm.

You just nodded and watched him pull out and you both switches positions. Carefully you sat on his dick and leaned forwards to hold onto him.

„Hmm fuck so pretty.“ he moaned and bit his lip when you slowly started bouncing up and down his thick shaft.

This angle made it possible for him to go even deeper.

„Bebesita. Faster por favor.“ he groaned and threw his head back. You tried to fuck his dick as fast as you could, just making yourself moan out loud.

Arón had grabbed onto your waist with one hand, and bit his other hand to stop himself from screaming out loud.

You could hear his muffled moans which only encouraged you to go even faster.

„Baby fuck im gonna...“ he tried to speak but his high was faster and his hips started to twitch and his mouth fell open.

A long deep scream left his mouth the second his orgasm hit him. You could feel his hot cum fill up the condom inside of you and it satisfied you to the max.

His body sank down into the mattress again and all you could hear was his hard breathing and your own heartbeat.

Without saying a word, you got off of him and lied down with your head on his chest and his arm around you.

He breathed out loudly and turned his head to face you.

„Joder.“ he laughed still out of breath. You smiled at him and replied:“I know.“

He pulled your sweating bodies closer together before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

„Thank you.“ you smiled at him.

„What for?“ he looked at you in confusion.

„For kissing me.“

He laughed, grabbed your face and kissed your lips once again.

[adacarisi]

I hope you're doing well! Also I'm so excited about that multi chapter barba fic, oh my gosh. You write him so perfectly! Also, could I get your thoughts on the trio and aftercare? :)

I’m doing pretty well, it’s the end of my semester so I’ve been busy and haven’t been able to write much. I miss you all like crazy. Asks are still open by the way, they’re always open. I hope you’re enjoying the Barba fic, I love writing it and hearing from you guys. Thank you so much for all your love. Message me anytime!

AFTERCARE WITH THE TRIO

Rafael Barba

-It might be possible that Rafael loves the aftercare more than the actual sex. As soon as you both come down he’s all over the room tidying things and putting away props you’d used so nothing can distract you from him. Depending on the night he’d clean the both of you up as well if things had gotten messy. If it was relatively clean he’d start taking care of you before he even thought about cleaning himself up.

-Rafael is a big believer in hydration after he took a trip (in an ambulance) to a hospital in law school because he hadn’t had any water for the better part of a week. He always holds the bottle up to your mouth and strokes your cheek as you drink. 

-Next is lotion and lots of it. Rafael loves coconut and vanilla lotion when it comes to after care. There are all kinds of nutrients for your skin in them and it smells divine. Rafael gives you the best massages you’ve ever had during aftercare but what you don’t realize is he’s checking for any injuries or scratches. Though the two of you can get rough during sex he hates the idea of hurting you. 

-Finally the long snuggle. Rafael fits around you perfectly, making you feel safe and loved as you relax. He whispers little love notes in your ear, some in Spanish some in English. You love the little kisses he litters across your neck and chin and how his stubble scratches against you as his lips travel across your face.

-Sometimes he sings. God you love it when he sings. You can’t help but imagine him singing to your baby, holding the little bundle against the warmth of his broad chest as he sings sweet, low Spanish lullabies. 

Sonny Carisi

-The BDSM at the Carisi household is rare seeing as Sonny much prefers soft, sweet sex. However he’s still a Catholic schoolboy and all it takes is a day of teasing and Sonny comes home with a dark look in his eye, ready to pound you into the mattress. 

-Sonny loves taking a bath with you right after, he’s a bit of a germaphobe at times so he keeps a very clean apartment. When it comes to sex he’s dirty don’t get me wrong, the boy loves anything and everything you let him do. When all of that is over he scoops you up in a surprising show of strength and carries you to the hot bath he has waiting. 

-The thing about Sonny’s apartment is that the cold water is frigid and the hot water is boiling, so to get the perfect temperature he runs the hot water until the tub fills and then lets it sit until the both of you are done, (usually 30-45 minutes depending on the night). Then the water is perfect and the both of you can soak to your hearts delight without burning away your skin. 

-After a bath is fruit. Sonny loves fruit. He orders from Whole Foods Amazon nearly every day just to have fresh fruit. Once you’re tucked into bed again (now made with fresh sheets curtesy of Sonny aka The Flash) He strides into the kitchen and returns with a variety of fruits all cut and prepared for the two of you to enjoy. His favorites are pineapple and kiwi though he does share happily with you. 

-Sonny likes to praise as much as he likes to be praised. As the aftercare comes to a close and you’re falling asleep he tells you how happy you make him, how good you are to him, how beautiful you are and how much he cares for you. You always grumble and hum little responses, too tired to return the praise. Sonny loves holding you against his chest as you sleep. He thinks of you as a security blanket, a welcome weight against his torso and lap. He always falls asleep with a little smile on his face, feeling totally sated and safe.

Mike Dodds 

-Mike always asks you if you’re alright before asking what you need. There isn’t really a usual routine with him, he prefers to aftercare on the fly though he does have a few things prepared just in case. 

-Mike likes to wash your hair if your legs are strong enough to stand in the shower, if not he plays with your hair in bed, scratching and massaging your scalp as you quietly moan and hum.

-Mike loves kissing the back of your neck and shoulders, pressing his thumbs into different muscles to relax and comfort you. He talks to you as he does this, telling you what each muscle is and what it does as he goes along. He learned a lot about muscles from both working out and physical therapy. Mike likes to know why things work the way they do and so he had a lot of questions for his doctors and therapists.

-Before the two of you fall asleep he gives you a kiss to each palm leaving your hands rested on his chest as your eyelids become heavy. Mike tells you how precious you are to him in a low whisper before falling asleep as well. He’s not one for lots of words so you know the few he speaks carry a lot of weight. 

Peter Stone (because I don’t think he’s half bad and hey he deserves some hugs) 

-Peter first tells you how good you’ve just been, how good you made him feel and how amazingly beautiful you look. He always spends those first few minutes stroking your stomach and back, calming the both of you down after whatever you’ve just done.

-If Peter had his way aftercare would include watching a baseball game but since it’s not really your thing he puts on your favorite series and pulls you against him with a big kiss on your forehead. As the both of you watch he rubs your fingers and hands, rotating your wrists slowly, stretching them as he used to stretch his when he was a pitcher. 

-After the both of you are calmed down he gives you a few deep kisses before helping you out of bed into the bathroom. The both of you shower together, helping each other wash and dry before changing the sheets together. So much of your relationship is based on working together as a team, doing things not as two but as one. 

-You fall asleep with him around you, one of his his large muscular arms draped across your waist and the other an umbrella over your head. He often buries his nose in your slightly damp hair, your scent the best lullaby he’s ever known. 

[inkonapage]

Scripted Violence (Bim Trimmer X Reader)

((AH! I’m alive! Anyway I had to do some research on how Bim acts also I'm just sorta lazy but I'm tryin’ y'all I promise  but here we go as promise @saltines-and-tea

@justwritingscibbles any thoughts Mama Scribs?))

   You had known the adorkable show host for many Years now and you had never once seen him get angry. Upset, sure everyone does. Sad, you bet he had had many a rough nights curled up in your safe embrace as you soothed his troubled mind. Happy, almost on a day to day basis. Stress, he worked in the Entertainment Industry of course he got stressed. Sick, not really a mood but you had been at his house until he was well once more waiting on him hand and foot. But angry…true, genuine anger…never. Not once. Bim was a lovely creature who seemed to lack the anger response in any situation that would normally have anyone else ready to punch someone square in the face. It was amazing and honestly a bit impressive if you were being totally honest with yourself; he was able to keep his head and stay calm no matter what life threw at him.

     Until today.

     Today was like most days, the same boring thing after another when it came to work. As usual you decided to stay a bit after, much after, to help clean up and just hang around the other Alters you had learned to love over your time at this job. Sure there were times when things got weird, when there was a dead body or one was covered in blood for reasons unknown to you, and there had been the occasional argument which caused tension between you and another but over all they were like your family. Just…a really messed up and seriously strange one at that though you would never complain.

     Having just finished cleaning up the last of the paper work from one of the many messy offices in the building you made your way down the hall to the main recording room. Wilford and Bim usually had this room split between the two although the Jim twins would take over from time to time to see which group of Egos had claimed the space as theirs for the time. Opening the large door you made your way inside to see a rather usual set of faces and one new one. Bim sat on the stage with Wilford laughing and chatting while Google chatted with someone you felt you knew but had never seen before. He had this odd smug air about him that you weren’t sure anyone of the Ipliers could have, in this amount anyway Dark was known to get extremely smug at times as well as Google though he was harder to read. Not noticing Bim had locked his eyes on you the moment you opened the door, much like every other time he saw you, you gave Google a little wave as you made eye contact with the Robot gaining a nod in return. Both of you looked to the Male he was once holding a conversation with that was now making his way towards you.

     “Hello there lovely.” He smiled offering his hand to you, “I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of meeting yet. Such a shame, one is missing out on a glorious creature such as yourself.”

     Taking his hand you blushed at both his words and the gentle kiss he placed to your knuckles. He sure seemed to be full of himself yet there was an odd charm to him as well. “I-I’m (Name). I work…well pretty much everywhere in this place now honestly.” You laughed trying to hide your awkwardness behind it hoping you didn’t just make an ass of yourself.

     “That must be true. Only someone as radiant as you would be able to make this group of mismatched entities work as one unit while making the environment around us full of so much love and joy~.” The other purred gently as he held eye contact with you the entire time he spoke, his words seeming to flow effortlessly from his lips.

     “W-well I wouldn’t say that- they all do their part to help this place stay in one piece. Besides Dark is the one who’s in control of the businesses really I just try to make everything flow a bit easier.” You found yourself stammering unable to keep the Butterflies in your stomach in their cage.

     Chuckling he shook his head still having not let go of your hand, “Oh and what a wondrous job you’re doing my dear little Lamb~. Why without your smile alone I believe this place would put Darks Guyliner to shame!” He joked smirking as you laughed at his words. He seemed to be quite the charmer as well; quite the smooth talker it seemed.

     Unbeknownst to you Bim was boiling with anger as he watched his dear, sweet Angel play right into the hands of Author. Hands balled into fists so tight his knuckles were turning White Bim grit his teeth as he attempted to hold it all in in an attempt to keep from marching right over there and punch that Book loving prick in the jaw.

     “My good man if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were getting angry~.” Wilford noted with a twitch of his excellently kept Mustache loving a good bit of mischief between the others, “Tell ol’ Warfy what’s troubling you.”

     “Author.” Bim growled as he shifted, his entire body tense and practically vibrating with rage, “That walking God Complex of an Alter is using his words on her. He’s wooing her. My poor, sweet Angel has no idea what that monster is like- she’s to loving to think anything bad of anyone how could she!”

     “Oh~?” the Actor slowly grinned his eyes glowing a faint Pink with a sort of impish delight, “Well it does seem he’s got her wrapped around his finger doesn’t it old chum? He might even talk her into leaving with him…who knows~. Your little Angel just might find herself in his arms tonight all alone with him in his room if they’re not careful, wouldn’t you agree~?”

     That last sentence was what did it for him.

     The thought of you being used by that egotistical asshole.

     The thought of you being in Authors arms all night letting him do what ever he could talk you into, which knowing that one was anything his twisted mind could come up with, like a puppet when Bim would never do that to you made him snap.

     Jumping to his feet the normally calm Alter ripped off his Suit Jacket and practically hurled it on the ground unable to find a care in the world for its well being as he rolled up his shirts sleeves. Growling as he saw you all cute and flustered while Author slipped an arm around your hips Bim wasted no time with shoving him off.

     “Bim what are you doing-“ you tried to question as he immediately got in-between the Two of you and into Authors space, practically nose to nose with him.

     “And just what is it you think you’re doing with (Name) Author?” Bim growled in a tone you had only thought Dark could produce, “You don’t have the right to waltz in here and and start using your ability against her, I would never do something like that!”

     Author simply laughed finding the clearly weaker mans attempt to scare him pathetic at best, “Ability? What ability do you have? The power to be a wimp who’s so madly in love with someone you cant even bring yourself to talk coherently around? You’re nothing more than a pathetic puppy looking for a home that isn’t there Bim! Always whining and pawing for attention when she clearly isn’t interested. Why would (Name) ever want to be with a worm like you?”

     Seeing someone speak to Bim, the sweetest being on the face of the Earth who would never so much as speak ill about someone, in such a manner almost had you between them and telling the guy off; but you didn’t have the time. One moment you were ready to tear Author a new one when Bim, Bim Game Show Host Trimmer, punched him dead in the face. To shocked to even breath you watched as Author rubbed his nose with the back of his hand looking genuinely shocked when he spotted Blood smeared across his skin. “I am not playing around Author! You can say and write what you will about me but I will NEVER let you harm (Name!)” Bim snapped clearly ready to harm him again when Dr.Iplier, as if knowing someone was harmed, rushed into the room spouting nonsense to an invisible Nurse as he looked over Author who was now far to busy with answering and swatting the Doctors hands away to tackle Bim.

     Watching Dr.Iplier all but drag the other away you walked up to Bim hesitantly after retrieving his Jacket, “You dropped this.” You spoke gently as you handed it back to the now flustered Bim.

     “I-I’m terribly sorry (Name) I-I don’t know what came over me just seeing him using his words against you- on you- making you blush like that-“ Bim tried to explain but found himself so much less inclined to explanations than the other Egos he almost began to panic.

     Smiling warmly you leaned up placing a gentle, tender kiss to his cheek that was soon a bright shade of Scarlet, “My place at around Eight tomorrow? I’ll make us some dinner and you bring the Movie?” You giggled warmly as you watched the other male only able to nod in agreement.

     “I’ll see you then my sweet Knight in Shining Armor.” Giggling you turned and made your way out of the building sending Jackaboyman a quick text asking for help with picking an outfit for your date.

     Placing a hand over where your lips had briefly met his cheek Bim stumbled back a bit as his Heart tried to remember how to beat. Hearing a hearty laugh and a hand grip his far shoulder Wilford lead the love shocked Bim out of the room knowing if he didn’t get him home the poor thing would stand there all night.

     “See bro, I told’a so!” Bing laughed as he snatched the Twenty Dollars from an annoyed Google as he skated into the room, around the Robot in Glasses, then out the door.

     “Well I suppose you must be right sometimes.” Google replied as he turned and swiftly left the room to find Dark and continue to talk about their…business propositions together.