#can’t do jack shit without it acting up fuck this

[skhardwarevers1]

ooihhhshh…..teeth hurt

[gothicgaycowboy]

❤︎ Jacaerys Targaryen NSFW alphabet ❤︎

My modern Jace’s parents are Rhaenyra and Alicent hence why I’m using the last name Targaryen instead of Velaryon <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

King of aftercare. Nobody else does it like this man when it comes to aftercare and he doesn’t even do it consciously. It’s just his instinct to take care of you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He’s not very into idolizing his own body but he likes his shoulders the most. He learned to appreciate them more when you started complimenting them.

Jace is a thigh man. He loves grabbing at them while he fucks you or feeling them squeeze around his head when he’s eating you out. Natures pillows as he calls them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum basically)

His favourite place to cum is on your face. It’s probably the most shocking thing about Jace considering he’s the biggest gentleman out of all his brothers, but he just can’t help it. The image of your pretty face coved in his load will never not drive him insane.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

He doesn’t really have any crazy secrets, but he really wants to record the two of you fucking. He thinks about it more than it’s probably reasonable for a person to think about it. Setting up his phone to take in the sights and sounds of you getting fucked by him.

Jace knows it’s incredibly stupid and risky with the profile of his family’s name — neither of you have even sent nudes to each other for that reason. It’s just the idea of the two of you having a sextape for your eyes only is very hot to him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He went through a phase of sleeping around in high school like his brother (Aegon of course) until he realized it wasn’t for him. He didn’t feel right using girls like that, he’s a romantic to the core.

The only good thing that came out of his little experimentation was building up quite the resume of experience. You’re grateful for his little hoe phase as you called it.

F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying, may include a visual)

Jace is a firm believer in the superiority of missionary. He gets to control the pace and look directly at you the whole time. If he’s feeling wild he’ll hike your knees over his shoulders.

He also loves being able to whisper dirty things in your ear while fucks you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

He is generally a lighthearted guy at all times so the bedroom wouldn’t be that different. He would never take himself too seriously but he’d also never ruin a perfectly romantic moment by acting like an absolute loon.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes?)

When it comes to shaving he prefers comfort over aesthetic. He’ll trim when necessary but you are never getting that man shaven bare. He’d want you to do the same in terms of shaving for your enjoyment, not his.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Jace is a good old fashioned lover boy. He believes in romance out and inside of the bedroom. Some people have called him corny but he takes it as a compliment.

But just because it’s romantic doesn’t mean it’s boring and repetitive. This man puts all he has into his lovemaking. Honestly he thinks it’s what he was put here to do with his life.

J = Jack Off (how often do they do it? how do they feel about it?)

Probably about once or twice a week. He would never use porn though, for one he knew all that shit was fake, and it just felt wrong especially when he had you. He likes to use his imagination when he does it, picturing you sprawled out underneath him, bouncing with every thrust he gives you, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

In his mind that’s better than any porn ever made, because it’s just for him. Although he does still want to have a real video of you at some point in the future.

K = Kink (what are they into?)

He’s pretty basic when it comes to kinks. Dirty talk will always get him going — the sound of your voice in general actually. He’s convinced he could cum from the sound of you reading him a grocery list. He also really likes watching you masturbate. Seeing the way your body moves in response to your own hands and toys is priceless to him.

L = Location (favourite places to have sex)

He’s a bed guy all day and all night. Nothing beats the comfort of his sheets, but he’s open to trying out wherever you want to.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going?)

Kissing will always led to something more with Jace. Innocent peck on the cheek? It’s moving to the mouth. On the lips? You’re gonna feel some tongue sneaking its way through.

If you kiss him on the neck you are asking for it. His neck might honestly be more sensitive than his cock.

N = Nope (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Absolutely nothing that hurts you. The only way he can stay turned on is to know he’s causing you pleasure, not pain.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

If he had to choose between never eating pussy or never getting his cock sucked he will happily choose never getting head again.

Jace was built to eat pussy. It’s his idea of heaven. He will spend hours doing it without even breaking a sweat. There have been many times where you had force his moth off you because he ‘wasn’t done yet’. Your pussy is literally a drug to him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

Jace is all about taking his time with you so it’s slow and sensual all the way.

Sex with him always starts with you getting eaten out (and we all know he’s enjoying every minute of that) so after he’s had his fill of you that’s when he gives you what you’ve been waiting for. Hips rocking smoothly into you as he tells you how gorgeous and perfect you are.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often?)

He would prefer not to, but if you or him are feeling desperate then he’s not too prideful to get down on his knees for you real quick.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

He’s pretty vanilla when it comes to experimenting but he will do almost anything to make you happy.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last?)

A two to three rounds type of guy for actual penetration, but if we’re talking eating pussy? Days on end with no breaks.

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He was open to trying them when you asked him but the idea has never crossed his mind on his own. He never thought of them as a necessity. The first time he watched you use a vibrator on yourself changed his mind instantly. Anything that gives you pleasure gives him twice as much.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease?)

Only so he can make your high last longer. He will rub your clit for hours before he lets you cum just so he can watch you squirm.

V = Volume (how loud are they, what sounds do they make?)

He’s more of a whines and moans type of guy than a grunter. He also loves praising you.

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon)

He’s never tried eating ass but he secretly wants to. When he’s down there, nose rubbing circles against your clit, while his tongue licks its way into your wet hole, he’s been tempted to travel a little lower. To spread your cheeks and run his tongue against your ass while his fingers spread your cunt open is his fantasy.

The only thing stopping him is he’s afraid you’ll think he’s gross.

X = X-Ray (what’s goin’ on under those clothes?)

Hung like a true horse. Other than just being a people pleaser to his core, the whole reason he got so into eating pussy was because he knew in order to take some of that initial pain away he needed to prep you first.

He never wants to hurt you but it’s just inevitable sometimes with the absolute size of him. BDE comes with a price.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive? how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He wants to live between your legs. Jace has ‘joked’ many times that the ideal day off for him would be having you sit on his face until he suffocates. He’d be more than thrilled to go out that way.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You run him ragged. Even if you fuck during the day it is required both of you have a power nap immediately after.

I wrote way too many of these alphabets back to back so sorry if the wording in a them is a little repetitive, hope you enjoyed ♡

[princessbrunette]

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♩ethel cain — gibson girl ♩

pairing: toxicbf!jj x reader

cw: jealousy, manhandling, exhibitionism, outdoor sex, cnc, degradation, toxic relationship, one spank.

you are responsible for your own media consumption. welcome to kinktober day four.

you’d liked to think you’d done nothing wrong.

jj knew what you were when he started dating you — friendly, sociable, a party girl, infact you’d even say those were some of the things that drew him to you in the first place.

as you step up to the chateau, having walked there in a pair of sandals that were rubbing your feet just a little too much, and your eyes dry from last nights drinking antics at the kegger — you could already tell jj wasn’t pleased with you from the look on his face.

he’s leaning up against that big tree outside the house, smoking a cigarette. jj was an avid stoner, yes — but he only smoked cigs when he was mad. you sigh, leaves crunching under your tread. in the back of your mind you note the uncharacteristic, slight chill in the air too — an introduction to the muggy autumn weather the obx briefly gets once a year.

“yeah i’m like shocked you even came.” jj calls out before you’re close enough, glancing between you and the cig he was now stomping out beneath his sneaker, twisting his ankle to smush it into the dirt.

“why?” your voice rasps, still that little bit hung over. jj laughs, bitterly and he doesn’t look at you— whipping his hat off and raking a hand through matted blonde hair before shoving it back on. oh, here we go.

“thought you’d like — leave to go fuck some other dude. y’know, seein’ as our relationship just means jack shit to you.” he shrugs like he doesn’t care but the look in his eyes tells you everything.

“what have i done now, jj?” you lean on your hip and he meets you in the middle on the grass, licking over sore, thin red lips.

“so you’re just gonna pretend you weren’t shakin’ your ass for the whole of the cut last night? lettin’ juuuust everyone see up your skirt? you got a man so like, you can’t just act single — i dunno know, that’s just my opinion—”

“you’re mad at me for dancing? at a party?” you step up to him which you know was a mistake as soon as his eyes flutter slightly as he glares down at you, suddenly pinning his mouth shut— jaw slightly clenched.

“yeah you’re right. i’m crazy, huh?” his nostrils flare, eye contact persisting. truthfully, yeah — he was, which is why you struggled to stand on business, not knowing what his next move might be. you shrink a millimetre in stature but you know he notices. “nah, don’t back down now. say it. say m’crazy mama.” he enters your space, filled was rage and smelling like marlboro reds.

“i’m not doing this—” you go to move past him, but he grabs you by the waist, even when you fight. “jj get off!”

“yeah we are, yeah we’re fucking doing this babe—” you speak over eachother frantically as you struggle until he’s wrestled you to the ground on your front, pressing your cheek into the dirt with a hand on the back of your head. you feel those thick cheap rings digging into your skull.

“acting like you don’t like this shit or something.” he scoffs as he straddles the back of your thighs. he’s rough, rougher than usual because there’s real anger behind each move and your heart pounds in your chest. what’s it called when you love someone so much you let them do whatever they want to you? even if it’s not warranted? it seemed like every guy round here was the same. no different from the rafes of the world — just violent and dirty and cruel. yet you couldn’t live without jj.

“jj, you’re — i don’t —”

“you didn’t mind showin’ off infront of everyone last night so you don’t mind if i just take what i want right here, right? nah, course you don’t.” he mutters, not even considering expecting a reply from you as you starts to fight your wriggling hips out of your denim shorts, sliding them down your ass. anyone could come by and see this obscene act, so naturally you felt hot all over and sadly, sickeningly aroused despite the thick knot in your stomach.

“s’not like that.” you whine, tears in your eyes as you turn your head toward the house— coming into direct eye contact with john b, who stood in the window with a mug of coffee.

he wouldn’t admit it, but john b didn’t mind all the borderline violent scuffles that you and jj would get into. bruises on your body from the rough and degrading sex showcased up and down your thighs when you’d lounge on the boat with the pogues, or red scratching of the word ‘MINE’ carved into jj’s back from your fingernails when his insta following would go up. for the most part he figured it was just kinky sex, nothing he wasn’t familiar with — but he had to say, he took a weird sick pride in hearing about you getting punished.

since dating you, you’d eaten up a good chunk of the time john b gets to spend with jj alone. jj used to be down for anything, would drop anything and anyone to be at his best friends side— and maybe john b had been selfish in letting that continue on to the point of expecting it. anytime he’d get time with the blonde, there you’d be nagging at the corners of the conversation or arriving unannounced to start something. it had gotten to the point where he too had began to indulge in violent sexual fantasies toward you, getting his own chance to put you in your place. you’re not one of us, he’d say — because he’s tired of being the kind and mature one.

“jj, j—john b is there you can’t—”

he’s already got your panties down, spreading your folds open to look at you a little too widely to the point you wince, jerking.

“alright and so what, it’s just john b. you didn’t care ‘bout all the extra eyes last night.” he shrugs one shoulder which surprises you. for someone so possessive, he really didn’t care.

when he pushes himself into you, you’re still locking eyes with the brunette through the dusty window. john b was typically courteous and would pretend to look away when jj would get to aggressively fondling you, but now he stares — puppy eyed and unabashed like he was doing nothing wrong, bringing the mug to his lips to take a leisurely sip as his best friend fucks you in the dirt. you even swear you see him shaking his head, all disappointed and dad like.

despite your walls clasping and clenching around jj, your head pounds and eyes burn with humiliation so you continue to squirm. maybe, somewhere deep in your mind you only squirm because you know that jj wants the fight, he wants you to struggle and suffer and pay for what you did. learn a lesson, so he’d say. despite everything, despite this — you just wanted to please him.

“had to make sure no one’s been breakin’ in these pretty tight holes babe, you understand right?” he pants, hands pressing into your back to keep you still. you already know the front of your clothes is ruined with dirt and mud.

you let out a pathetic groaned whimper similar to a ‘hnnnng’ sound as your brows furrow in defeat, eyes dropping to the way john b strains against his shorts, only turning to walk away when you watch him adjust himself. somehow, it makes your cunt flutter more and you wait for the blow of jj’s realisation.

a hard smack on your ass, there it is.

“my god, dude of course you’re gettin’ off on this. i knew you were a slut but jesus, way to prove it to me.”

[diorsluv]

casual , part 3

“ i’ve heard so many rumors ”

series m. list previous chapter next chapter

( socialmedia!au )

yourusername

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yourusername post workout glow 🙈

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vivianliu mommy

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→ _quinnhughes …

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→ jackhughes no absolutely not

→ luca.fantilli HUH

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edwards.73 you’re really fucking hot

liked by yourusername

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→ vivianliu GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY GIRL

username14 ETHANS COMMENT?????!?!?!?!?!?!

markestapa pretty girl 🫣

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mackie.samo GODDAMN

→ yourusername LMFAOOOO

→ jackhughes back the hell up dude

→ _quinnhughes this is a literal fever dream

username54 rumors aint rumors anymore

username38 ethan’s practically screaming their relationship status to the world rn

colecaufield i’m not a part of this in any way but you genuinely look really good rosie

→ yourusername awwww thank you ☺️

→ jackhughes if you ever fucked around with my sister i would punch you in the face

→ colecaufield I HAVENT AND I WONT I SWEAR

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sidneycrosby_87_ looking great kiddo!

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rutgermcgroarty 🥴

→ yourusername 🤭

→ lhughes_06 i can’t tell if you’re flirting because you’re best friends or if you’re flirting to fuck

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username45 LMFAO did ethan ask everyone to say shit to cover his comment

mackie.samo i see you’re working out without me now 🤨

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→ markestapa what is this 😟

adamfantilli woha

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jackhughes did you redecorate your room??

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→ jackhughes YOUR MAN????

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→ yourusername ?!???!????!

_quinnhughes i know who it is.

→ yourusername no u dont

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→ trevorzegras congrats to the only hughes brother with a brain 🥳

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→ rutgermcgroarty the fact that it took you this long is concerning

→ markestapa okay she ACTUALLY told you rutgermcgroarty

→ dylanduke25 fr the rest of us had to find out DIFFERENTLY

→ edwards.73 you guys are kinda slow

username55 i know someones gonna come back for this post tn…

→ username97 LMFAOOO

→ username21 STOP DONT EXPOSE HIM LIKE THAT

username38 UR SO PRETTY

username30 GIRLLLL give us the workout routine please 😞🙏

username88 body goals hello????

trevorzegras ur bed was not in that corner last time i was there

→ yourusername i redecorated we already said so 🙄

→ jackhughes since when were you in my sister’s apartment??

→ trevorzegras i was in town for a game

→ jackhughes but detroit is 45 mins away????

→ trevorzegras WE WERE THERE FOR THREE DAYS

→ yourusername jack he was helping me set up my ikea dresser 😭😭

→ vivianliu i know someone’s absolutely LIVID

dylanduke25 WOW SO PRETTY

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username96 help i audibly screamed when i saw this post

yourusername

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yourusername some of the guys invaded girls night at 12 in the morning and then literally kicked us out of my own room ⁉️⁉️

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edwards.73 why was i not invited

→ yourusername u didn’t come idk i thought u were busy like always

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→ yourusername lmao doesnt really seem like it tho

vivianliu and they burnt our fucking cookies

→ yourusername FR almost burnt the apartment down 🙄

→ dylanduke25 THAT WASN’T EVEN US

→ vivianliu U KNOW DAMN WELL THAT WAS U AND RUT

→ rutgermcgroarty WHY ARE U BLAMING ME???

g.brindley4 oh my god i’m on the main

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username38 mark wearing sunglasses in a dark ass room 😭

dylanduke25 rut’s ass was in my face and i swear he fucking ripped ass like three times

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→ rutgermcgroarty I LITERALLY DIDNT THO??

→ luca.fantilli i could smell that shit from the other room

→ g.brindley4 the absolute STENCH

username32 luca could not have been comfortable sleeping in that position 😭

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username67 AHHH PINK COOKIES

luca.fantilli cuddling with the homies 🥴🥴

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→ markestapa 😘

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→ vivianliu you’re all so weird

trevorzegras marky lookin kinda cute tn 🫣

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username77 getting kicked out of your own room is crazy

username48 ethan’s definitely punching the air rn

_alexturcotte what happened to the boyfriend

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→ trevorzegras imagine what’ll happen when your brothers find out 😂

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→ _quinnhughes i found out

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username79 ethan’s definitely regretting not putting a label on them

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→ vivianliu they did but rosie gaslighted them into believing it’s not ethan and they barely pay attention to what the others say anyways

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lhughes_06 WE NEVER HAD SLEEPOVERS WHEN I WAS THERE WHAT??

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→ vivianliu correct

→ rutgermcgroarty correct

→ edwards.73 correct

→ colecaufield correct

→ adamfantilli correct

→ trevorzegras correct

→ _alexturcotte correct

→ markestapa correct

→ luca.fantilli correct

→ mackie.samo correct

→ dylanduke25 correct

→ _quinnhughes not correct????

→ jackhughes INCORRECT TF

edwards.73 I CAN’T GET OVER THE FACT THAT YOU DIDN’T INVITE ME

→ yourusername IM SORRY I GEN THOUGHT U WERE JUST BUSY AGAIN

→ markestapa there’s no way you’re still on this

→ edwards.73 inv me next time 😔

next chapter notes ) happy april fools dayyy!! hope yall got some good pranks in 😈😈 and guys HE DOESN’T DO LABELS 😓

tags: @dancerbailey3 @hughesfein @loveforaugust @alwaysclassyeagle @love4ldr @inhoodmood

[antebunny]

a cuckoo in the nest

(part three. for @authenticaussie whose comments on parts 1 & 2 inspired me to write this. i might actually finish writing the whole thing now hehe).

Premise: fae!Tim AU where Tim's parents gave him to the fae when he was nine. Now he's twelve, part fae, and trying to escape the Unseelie Queen. He strikes a bargain: if he can make every member of the Wayne family love him by the end of summer, he can leave. If not, he must stay with the Unseelie Queen forever.

Meanwhile, Bruce strikes his own bargain with her: he gets Jason back, safe and sound. In return he takes in this creature of her choosing, which resembles a human boy. Of course he won't let it hurt his family, but he'll play along for Jason's sake.

[part one] [part two]

~

“What the fuck, Bruce?” 

When Bruce’s eldest bursts into his study he knows it’s going to be a long afternoon. Dick has spent much more time around Wayne Manor since he brought Jason back, but he and Bruce haven’t spoken much one-on-one. So Dick approaching him now means he’s ready to fight.

Dick waits for the doors to slam closed behind him before he demands: “Why didn’t you tell us that Tim’s our neighbor?”

Bruce sighs and gestures for Dick to take a seat in the green velvet lacquer chair across from his desk. “What are you talking about.”

“Don’t play dumb,” Dick rages, “I know you knew that Tim used to be our neighbor before his shit parents gave him away. You didn’t think this was relevant information for the rest of us?”

Usually Bruce is pretty good at figuring out what line of thought Dick is racing after like the world’s largest bunny rabbit. He’s not subtle and in fact is usually openly cheerful about it. In this case, however, Bruce struggles to connect the fae in his house with anyone living in Bristol. He mentally sifts through all the information stored in his brain about the current and past Bristol residents (very paltry, compared to his database on the most effective acids and poisons) and finally comes up with Jack and Janet Drake, of Drake Industries. They’d had a son of approximately the right age of the fae–or what the fae appears to be. 

Bruce reminds himself that just because the fae looks and acts like a human child doesn’t mean it is anything even remotely human. Like the Unseelie Queen it will exploit every weakness and loophole it can find in the bargain if Bruce lets it. That said, he is reluctantly impressed by the fae’s acting. Of course, the fae says and does things that are transparently unusual for a human child, but given that the fae is not a human at all, it’s doing a rather convincing job of pretending to be one. More than pretending, it attempts to stir sympathy and protective feelings from the other members of Bruce’s family through its lost little boy act. Worst of all, it’s working on them. 

“Tim…Drake,” Bruce ventures. 

Dick rolls his eyes explosively (quite the feat for anyone but Dick, for whom it is a natural talent). “Yes,” he huffs. “At least with Jason you told us you fished him out of a dumpster. Tim you just dropped him here without a word. I mean I’m trying to include him and stuff but…you aren’t exactly making it easy, B.”

Even though Dick is mad at him, Bruce can’t help the creeping feeling of fondness. It’s been a while since Dick sat in that chair, and Bruce had nearly forgotten how he sprawls, half-noodle, half-boy, into any container he’s put into. Dick has a way of being laidback and looking comfortable everywhere, even at galas where he is distinctly uncomfortable. In Bruce’s office, he looks right at home. When Dick was younger, he used to insist on sitting in the chair even though his feet dangled half a foot off the ground, determined to be grown-up and taken seriously. Now he overflows, draping himself over and around an old wooden chair that no longer fits him. 

The memories remind Bruce exactly of what exactly is at stake here. It’s no longer just Jason. Dick, Alfred, even Barbara who is spiritually his, and the mantle of Batman depend upon Bruce winning this battle with the fae. 

Unfortunately, the Unseelie Queen’s bargain with Bruce has trapped him in an awful cycle. In order to protect Jason, he must act as if this fae is a regular human boy. But in order to protect his whole family, he must not only keep an eye on the fae but also convince them to be on their guard around it. 

“It is not easy,” Bruce enunciates carefully. 

Dick rolls his eyes again. “Boys, you have a new little brother, his name is Tim Drake, I acquired him through dubious and doubtless wacky magical means. Boom. How hard was that?”

It is deeply distressing to Bruce that the fae has convinced Dick that it is Tim Drake. A lucky coincidence, perhaps, that the real Drake boy is approximately the right age? But why him, out of all the boys in Gotham? Bruce doesn’t believe in coincidences. He’ll have to look into that. 

But first, he must rid Dick of his delusion. He has refrained from interfering with any of the fae’s interactions with his children of Alfred so far, terrified that he might jeopardize Jason’s life. Now the fae goes too far. Nevertheless, Bruce has faith in his children, in his brilliant, clever, caring boys. They’ll figure the fae out.

“It is not easy,” Bruce repeats. “It is…impossible.”

“Impossible to say what? His name? Where you got him?” Dick’s eyebrows knit together when Bruce stays silent. “B. What type of magical means?”

Bruce sits ramrod straight. He places both palms flat on the desk, brushing aside some old papers on WE finance reports. Stares right into Dick’s eyes. And says nothing.

“Ohhhhhhhh.” Dick leans back in his chair, fingers laced behind his head. “I see what you’re saying. Or what you’re not saying. I’m picking up what you’re putting down.” He waggles a finger at Bruce, frown replaced with his typical cheeky smile. “Don’t worry B, me and Babs are on the case. We’ll figure this out for you no prob.”

“Hnnnnn,” Bruce says neutrally.

“Hehe, I knew you couldn’t suck that much at communicating.” Dick springs up and leaves the office whistling what seems to be birdsong, in a much better mood than when he entered.

As soon as the doors close again, Bruce sinks into his chair with a deep sigh. Dick knows something is awry. He’ll get Barbara, perhaps his friends on the Titans, and definitely Jason whenever he finds out, to solve the mystery for Bruce. He has faith in them. He taught Dick everything that he knows, and Dick is plenty innovative on his own. If nothing else, his establishment as Nightwing has proven that he can roll with the best of the best. Bruce is unbearably proud of his kid. Now he just hopes it is enough.

Bruce is nearly certain he did nothing to imply that the fae is not human. Perhaps he implied that the fae was “acquired,” as Dick put it, through magical means, but that by no means implies that the fae itself is not human. It isn’t, of course, but that is for Dick to find out through no suggestion or help on Bruce’s part. 

He knows that Dick will agree with his decision to bargain their safety for Jason’s safe return. The only person he suspects might disagree is Jason himself. Already he can picture Jason lecturing him if and when he finds out: accusing Bruce of doing it for himself, of being unbearably selfish, of forcing Jason to bear a responsibility he never asked for. And Bruce will bear it all because it’s all true. He saw a way to have his son back without having to break his moral code and he seized it. Jason can call it self-serving and hate Bruce all he wants, because Bruce would do it again in a heartbeat. 

-

“So, Timmy,” Dick says casually, “are you a metahuman or what?”

Barbara, Dick and Tim are in the middle of a near-empty Staples when Dick pops out with his invasive question. They’re shopping for school supplies, since come fall Tim will need to go to school. Bruce has registered him, through a combination of fake and real forms, for Gotham Academy. Tim’s memories of school were his first to go from Before, when he was purely human. Needless to say he’s not looking forward to school again. But he’ll be going with Jason, and maybe they can talk about it even though they’ll be three grades apart. He’ll get to know kids his age who will learn his name and never think twice about using it. Anything that makes Tim more human is a good thing, in his book. 

“Dick, for the love of God,” Barbara groans. She casts a quick look around the Staples. Luckily, no one is around to hear. 

Sometimes she wonders how she got caught up in not one but two school shopping trips for Dick’s little brothers. No less than eight employees and customers at the various stores they’ve stopped at have given them strange looks, no doubt thinking that Dick and Barbara are a tragically young couple to have a kid Tim’s age. She isn’t sure who would be most embarrassed if she corrected them, so she said nothing.

The truth, that Barbara is a freshman in college taking her high school boyfriend’s new kid brother shopping, potentially sounds stranger. Add in the part where they’re trying to acclimate the kid to human society, and Barbara’s certain she’d be kicked out of the store.

“What?” Dick protests. “I have a deal with B. C’mon Timmy, you don’t want your favorite big brother to lose to the big bad B, do you?”

“A deal?” Tim warbles.

“Yeah,” Dick persists doggedly. He still hasn’t figured out what triggers Tim, so for now he continues until Tim comes to some internal resolution. “He doesn’t think I can figure it out. C’mon Tim, my ego’s on the line here.”

Tim stares at the blue spiral notebook in his hands. Both Dick and Barbara lean in, anticipatory, as he turns it over and over. Despite Barbara’s reservations about Dick’s timing and bluntness, she’s also desperately curious about where the new kid comes from. All he has been able to tell her so far is that Bruce seems to have sworn some kind of oath not to talk about the details.

“You don’t have to tell us,” Barbara adds, only a little reluctantly. “But you know, no matter if you’re an alien or a cyborg or a sentient piece of mud, you’re a part of the family, right?” She gestures in a wide circle, to encapsulate the absurdity of their situation. 

Two first-year college students, arms full of Ticonderoga pencils, notebooks, binders, rulers, calculators and the like, all for a not-quite-human twelve-year-old boy. Jason insisted on getting his own trip, which really made Barbara feel like she and Dick really were parents with two kids competing to be the favorite. Jason also strong-armed Barbara into agreeing to a Dragon Ball Z marathon next weekend. She really doesn’t know how she’ll explain that one to her new college friends. They already think she’s a bit strange for still dating her high school boyfriend. 

“I’m not…I made a bargain,” Tim whispers. He trusts them, even though he grips that notebook so tightly it folds over. Weeks ago he gave Dick and Jason his true name and they have never used it to make him do something he doesn’t want to do. Surely, if he can trust them not to use his name against him, he can trust them with this. 

“With who?” Barbara asks immediately.

“About…?” Dick prompts at the same time.

Tim ponders over the phrasing until words lose their meaning. There really is no safe way to explain that he made a deal with the Unseelie Queen to secure their undying affection in exchange for his freedom, is there? No matter how he says it, he’ll be outed as the emotionally manipulative little infiltrator that he is. In the end, all Tim can do is shake his head. “If I win my bargain I’ll be fully human,” he evades.

“Oookay.” Dick attempts to fit this piece of information into his catalogue of Timmy facts. So far it includes “used to be Timothy Drake, age nine” and “my parents handed me over as part of a mysterious deal” and “I’m not fully human (anymore???)” and “Bruce can’t talk about where he found me” and now “I made a bargain with my own humanity.” It’s not making any goddamn sense. Dick has some amount of pride in his skills as a detective, and Tim’s situation is pretty thoroughly destroying it. The only through-line he’s found is an awful lot of bargains and deals. Which perhaps explains Tim’s overreaction to Dick saying he made a deal. Whoops. 

“But you know,” Barbara jumps in again, “you don’t have to be fully hu–”

“I want to be,” Tim cries. “I want it back. I will be–”

Someone clears their throat. At the end of the notebooks aisle, a Staples employee points at the analog clock on the western wall. It’s rather unhelpful as a visual signal, since only Barbara can read it.

“It’s almost closing time,” the employee explains delicately. They look anywhere but Tim’s teary face or Barbara and Dick holding hands. 

-

“Mr. Wayne,” Tim says bravely, “can we talk, sir?”

School starts in a couple of weeks. Tim is running out of summer, but he has Alfred, Dick, Jason and Barbara firmly on his side. Last week Jason taught him how to make frijoles and tried to get him to read Jane Austen. Neither attempt succeeded, but the intent was there. Dick tried to teach him parkour, which went much better. His one remaining problem is that Batman still does not want him at all. 

So he corners Batman when the man’s alone with one solid plan of action, a heart full of hope, and two shaking knees. 

Batman stares down at him suspiciously. “Yes.” 

He turns away abruptly and Tim hurries to keep up with his long strides. After so long in the human realm, he no longer have the floatiness they once did. By the time Batman makes it to his office, Tim is panting. His feet hurt. He worries and waits in the corner as Batman shuts the doors, shutters the windows, and manually activates enough security measures to shock Harry Houdini. Is he in trouble? He hasn’t even done anything yet. 

Wordlessly, Batman gestures for him to take a seat. “What is it.”

Tim collapses into the chair. His feet dangle half a foot in the air. “I would like to make a deal.”

“No.”

“Please, Mr. Wayne.” Tim can’t cry yet, he hasn’t made his proposal. “I–I think–”

“I said no–”

“I’m offering information!” Tim says quickly. His hands, driven to distraction by all his stress, twist into pattern after pattern in his lap. “I can tell you what I can do and how the fae work.”

Batman is a regular human who operates in a world of gods and monsters. He works with the most powerful superheroes. He leads the best of the best. In order to do that he plans. He needs information, and there’s only one area where Tim knows more than him. 

Batman’s eyes narrow. “And what do you want in return?”

The same love and affection he gives so freely to Dick and Jason. But Tim knows better than to ask for that. That’s why he’s proposing this deal in the first place. He can’t trick Batman into loving him the same way he tricked the others, but maybe he can offer his services. Maybe if Tim is useful enough, good enough, that will be enough for Tim to get to stay. So instead:

“A Nikon D850,” Tim answers. “It’s a camera, sir. For nighttime photography.”

For a tortuously long moment, Batman just stares at him with that dark, unreadable expression. There isn’t a hint of emotion, much less affection, in his eyes. Tim’s hands flap around loudly. He jams them under his thighs to quiet them. 

“Done,” Batman says tonelessly. “Now tell me everything you know. And,” he adds, voice dropping to a growl, “I will know if you’re lying.”

Despite his promises to himself, something hot stings Tim’s eyes and tickles the back of his throat. He’s not sure if Batman has magic powers, but he doesn’t doubt the threat for a second. 

“Right,” Tim acknowledges, only a half-step from crying. “Well. I was born Tim Drake. When–”

“I know you purport to be Timothy Drake.”

Tim’s shoulders hitch. Batman’s interruption cuts, paper-cut-like, into his thin skin. One wrong word from flinching, one quarter step from crying. 

Batman pins him to the chair with cold eyes. “I already said I will know if you’re lying. Try again.”

It’s so unfair that Tim almost bursts into tears just from frustration. Just because his parents sold away his right to be Timothy Drake doesn’t mean that he wasn’t born human. But he knows better than to argue with Batman, so he takes his second chance and changes the subject. 

“Yessir. Sorry, sir. I can teach you how to find fairy circles,” Tim offers. “The trick is not to look for something out of place. ‘One may enter the realm of the fae wherever the–”

“–Wherever the wild and mundane meet,” Batman interrupts, voice so flat he sounds bored. Unspoken is the order: tell me something I don’t already know.

Tim had forgotten that Batman journeyed to the fae realm by himself. It isn’t as though he stumbled upon a fairy circle by accident and decided to strike up a deal with the Unseelie Queen. He must have researched how to locate fairy circles by himself. He’s Batman. What in the world can Tim possibly tell him that he doesn’t already know?

“I can tell you about the abilities of the fae in the human realm,” Tim suggests, nearly despairing. “We can commune with plants. We are more in tune with the weather. We can, um, float a little. Sometimes. I think I can also make people not notice me. It’s like a veil on people’s senses. Like I’m always in their per-fory��per-fi-fory–periphery vision–”

“You can also make plants grow a little fast,” Batman interrupts for the third time. “You sometimes cause video footage of you to corrupt. You attract the loyalty of animals, both wild and domesticated.” His lip curls. “You are a superb actor.”

Somehow Tim doesn’t feel complimented. The underlying dark tone to Batman’s observations is I told you I was watching you. But it is the lip curl, a small, nearly intangible action, that finally breaks Tim, not a word or even anything serious. Just the slight hint of a sneer on Batman’s face even though the Unseelie Queen has accustomed Tim to far worse condescension and Batman isn’t even wrong to judge him. Hasn’t he tricked the rest of Batman’s family into loving him with his acting?  

Tim squeezes his eyes shut. A tear escapes and leaves a cold trail on his cheek as it snakes its way to his chin. He fights the urge to vomit. “I can teach you how to use a fae’s true name against them,” he whispers.

When he opens his eyes, Batman is watching him cry with a blank, apathetic face.

“To test that,” Mr. Wayne says slowly, “I’ll need to use yours.”

All at once Tim is struck by the childish desire to close his eyes and wish himself into a world where Batman never looks at him like a dangerous, evil, life-sucking parasite. Wants so dearly to deny the existence of this world where he must replace the Unseelie Queen with his hero. But Batman demands it must be so. Declares that Tim has no other use. So Tim trembles and shakes and falls apart in that oversized lacquer chair until he’s cried his little heart out, but in the end he gives Batman what he wants.  

“I understand, sir,” Tim says miserably. 

It won’t be forever, Tim vows to himself. If Mr. Wayne accepts him, if Tim is allowed to stay, then one day he will be fully human again. One day his name will hold no power over him than it would over any human. Mr. Wayne doesn’t want to use it like the Unseelie Queen does anyways, he just wants to verify Tim’s honesty, which is fair because Tim has done nothing but lie since arriving to Wayne Manor. 

Even though it feels awfully cruel. 

Tim scrambles through his memories to recall how it was explained to him. “A fae is under the thrall of whomsoever can speak their true name.” Then he struggles to verbalize what it actually feels like to have your name used against you. “But the effects–they’re temporary. It’s like…a rubber band. You can pull it into a shape but the moment you stop it instantly snaps back. And if you use it again and again and again then it works less and less and less.”

“Fae names suffer from diminishing returns.” Mr. Wayne looks just the tiniest bit amused. At least he’s not interrupting Tim this time.

Tim has no idea what that means, but he nods anyways. “And it is easier to command that which is easily given. The…effect is…quicker.”

When the Unseelie Queen says dance then Tim is swaying before his body can communicate with his head, but when she says won’t you stay with me forever, Timothy Jackson Drake? then Tim digs his heels in and refuses. You can be the prince of my Unseelie Court, little one. Drink the blood of stars, dance with the mad and the lost, and serve at my feet forevermore. Tim shudders and shoves the memory away firmly. It won’t ever come true. Tim won’t let it.

Tim straightens to the fullest height offered by the giant chair, acting for all the world as if he is making a business deal with an equal. “You may use Timothy Drake,” he offers primly. “Though it doesn’t work very well on me.”

“But of course.” Bruce assumes that this is because Timothy Drake is the assumed name of a fae who refuses to give Bruce its true name. He cannot say he blames it. “Stand up, Timothy Drake.”

Tim pushes the chair back and stands. He blinks. Feeling return to his legs as pinpricks of sensations. He sits back down. 

For the first time, Mr. Wayne’s gaze breaks away from Tim. He casts about his office in search of a command which Tim would be reluctant to do yet doesn’t break Batman’s moral code. Tim, who had begun to recover his nerve, starts to tremble again. Mr. Wayne received the information of fae’s true names positively, so Tim became more confident. Now he worries that Mr. Wayne received it too positively. Where is his line? What wouldn’t he order Tim to do, if he could? 

“Come here, Timothy Drake,” Mr. Wayne commands finally. 

Tim’s legs move of their own accord again. They carry him around Mr. Wayne desk until he stands before the man. He may be a liar but he is not so good that naked terror isn’t written plainly on his face. He keeps his hands behind his back and lets them twist around and around out of sight.

“Now,” Mr. Wayne says. “Timothy Drake. Take a step to the left. Right. Spin. Sit. Up. Right. Left. Left. Jump. Down.”

The rapid volley of commands ends with Tim flat on his stomach, chin stinging fiercely from its introduction to the floor. His body interpreted down as fall on your face for him. He gets back to his feet unsteadily and waits for more. 

“Take this batarang.” Mr. Wayne pulls it out of one of the desk’s many secret compartments. “Timothy Drake. Cut my hand.”

Tim lurches, batarang between his fingers, for one heart-stopping moment, towards Mr. Wayne’s outstretched hand before he gets himself back under control. Batman watches just as unemotionally as before as the batarang nears his unprotected palm, as Tim wars with himself.

“I don’t want to,” Tim pleads. “Please, Mr. Wayne.” His hand shakes violently. “Please don’t make me.”

“Stop.”

The batarang clatters to the floor. Mr. Wayne leans back in his chair, unaffected. Tim staggers back to his own chair, cheeks stained anew with hot tears. 

“It feels like someone altering who you are.” Tim offers this truth in a last, desperate appeal to make Mr. Wayne understand. “It’s like someone possessing you. I know it’s not very powerful, Mr. Wayne, but–it hurts. It–”

Mr. Wayne raises a hand. “Enough.” His voice is just as gravely as before, but it feels a little more gentle. “I believe you.”

The next morning, a Nikon D850 appears in Tim’s bedroom. He leaves it on his nightstand. In a week he’ll pick it up and head to the streets where he first found Batman and Robin. But for now, the sight fills him with dread. 

[lt-taylor7]

Oooh! NSFW Alphabet Headcanon with Noah from transformers or Javi from Twisters ??

I’m gonna do Javi just because I have a lot more HCs for him but I’ll do Noah eventually! These are all my opinions so don’t get mad if you disagree! (Also my first alphabet, I’m gonna do a fluff one)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) definitely depends, If he topped he’s gonna stay in you and on too of you for a while, obviously making sure you’re okay as he does, he will happily run you a bath and take care of you if he was rough, making sure to clean you up and help you get dressed, if you topped, he’d still make sure that you and massage your sore hips or thighs. But he’d totally be whiny and all over you until he falls asleep

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) I feel like he’s a waist/hips guy, like grasping them and kissing them always, And tits, 100% has them in his mouth as often as he can. But PERSONALLY I’d obsess over his hair if that counts, hands will NEVER be out of it, But if that doesn’t count then his fingers for sure.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) cums inside. He likes the intimacy of it, it’s salty, but not unmanageably, Not super thick or clear. (Also he will infact cum again if you swallow.)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) he wants to have sex in his truck, really fucking bad. Rams are very spacious and it definitely crosses his mind very often. And he also does not give a single shit about anal.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) he’s not the MOST experienced, but he knows what he’s doing because he just goes with the flow and whatever feels good. He definitely act like a virgin when he’s inside of you though, unable to keep a steady pace.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) breeding press when he’s topping, cowgirl when you are (But he definitely enjoys 69)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) I think he’s serious, He doesn’t just have sex for pleasure, He does it for the intimacy. But there’s sometimes where he can be humorous, Something made a sound or he slips, he’d totally let out a small laugh.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) carpet matches the drapes, he’s decently groomed but never fully shaved, he leaves his happy trail and pubes trimmed and controlled but his dick is clean, if that makes sense?

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) it’s almost never not intimate, yes it can get sloppy, yes it can get rough, but his lips are never away from your body unless he’s whining and moaning or whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) he rarely does, He’d rather save himself for you, but in the rare case he does, He’s LOUD and makes a mess.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) mommy kink, can’t change my mind on that one. (Also loves ass. Wink wink nudge nudge)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) like I said before, he wants to do it in the truck. But he loves the bedroom, it’s his favourite. This doesn’t mean the counters and showers are untouched, he just prefers the bedroom.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Submissive wise, playfully hitting him or punching him, and he’s hard. He can’t explain why, it just does something to him. Otherwise, it’s not hard to get him going, Feeling your skin on him is a big one, or even just seeing your skin. Or seeing you be confident, there’s so many things.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) he would NEVER hit you, (but hair pulling is on the table) or do anything with bodily fluids. He’s very cautious about degrading, he will occasionally but if you degrade him he can’t handle it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) LOVES both. He could cum from just having you sit on his face, but he can’t deny the way his dick twitch’s whenever you fight against him trying to pull you off his dick. He’s really good at it to. He teases you with his tongue but nine times out of ten it’s inside of you and he’s sucking your clit. (Fight with me, he’s down for ass eating)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Depends, He will start slow and get rougher, but usually a fair pace until he gets close, then he can’t handle himself.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) hates them. Absolutely hates them. If you want to get off quickly? He’ll finger yiu or eat you out, but if he’s gonna fuck you he’s gonna do it right.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Down to do anything other then previously mentioned, However he isn’t super into the idea of voyeurism, he wants you to himself.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) He doesn’t last long if he isn’t trying, I’m talking 6-8 minutes maximum. But he will edge himself for you. He will complain he can’t go again but he totally can it just takes time

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) not a fan of them on himself, Not really a fan of them at all. He doesn’t mind if you use them but he’d rather have you quite literally all to himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) not a huge tease. But if he’s in the mood, He’s the worst tease to walk this green earth. Hands all over you, kissing and biting your skin and ears, whining and whimpering in your ear.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) he is LOUD. Be grateful for having no neighbours. He’s morning, groaning, screaming, whimpering, the whole nine yards. He’ll try to cover them occasionally but you know how to get it out of him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) lowkey see him as a dry jumper, he will pin you down and just grind against you and could totally cum from that alone.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) 7.5” only slightly thicker then average, Definitely cut.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) it’s HIGH but he’ll match with you, if your in the mood so is he. But he can definitely wait if you aren’t.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If he bottoms, he’s out like a light. If not, he will stay awake until you’re asleep, making sure you’re taken care off and comfortably asleep before he falls sleep.

[uluvjay]

Luke Hughes smut prompt list 8 and 12

8. “I can’t sleep without you here”

12. “You can get louder can’t you”

Luke Hughes x Fem reader!

Warnings?; smut, phone sex, mutual masturbation, fingering( F receiving), hand job( M receiving), dirty talk, pet names, cursing.

I hope you enjoyed anon! I apologize for any errors💕

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Usually this time of year you’d be at the lake house with Luke but you family decided to take a week long vacation in the middle of lake house season. You were extremely grateful to be able to go on a vacation but it was just you and your parents and you were missing your boyfriend.

And from what you could tell he was missing you as well, he texted and called you whenever he could and it was to the point his brothers were texting you to come back so they didn’t have to hear him complain anymore.

So here you were sat on FaceTime with him as your parents were out on a date and had told you not to wait up because they were going to go to get drinks after dinner.

“Luke you need to go to bed, it’s almost 11 there” you told him

“I don’t care I’m frustrated and I can’t sleep without you here” he mumbled

“Why are you frustrated baby? Did something happen” you asked a little concerned, Luke never really got miserable but you could tell by his face and tone of voice that he was.

“No, nobody made me mad and nothing happened..it- it’s sexual frustration” he admitted.

“Ohh” you said with a slight smirk knowing some of that was from the Bikini pictures you had been sending him and the outfit pictures of you in pretty little sundresses which he also loved on you.

“Yeah ‘ohh’, I swear I’ve been hard since the day before you left when Jack caught us” he said annoyed but the memory made you laugh.

You and Luke hadn’t had much time alone and when you thought everyone had already left to go eat you both booked it to his room and were to busy rushing that you didn’t lock the door. However right as Luke was about to insert himself in you Jack busted in asking for something but caught you two in the act instead.

Thankfully he didn’t see any of you because all Luke had taken off was your shorts and panties not wanting to waste the time with your shirt.

“I’m sorry baby, if it makes you feel any better I haven’t been able to have much alone time to take care of myself either” you told him.

“Wait..Didn’t you say your parents are out?” He asked

“Yeah, why?”

“Wanna have phone sex?” He very bluntly asked

“Luke!”

“What? Wouldn’t be the first time”

“True..okay yeah let’s do it” you said laughing as you propped up your phone against your bed pillows and turned so Luke could see between your legs.

“Take your clothes off baby” he told you as you seen him lock his door and put an air pod in.

You did as told before getting back into position and began rubbling your clit.

“Did i say you could start touching yourself?” He asked and you immediately pulled your hand away.

“Sorry” you apologized.

“It’s alright baby I’ll let that one slide, we’re both needy” he told you before setting his phone in a position on his desk so you could see his hard cock perfectly making you moan at the sight.

“Miss my cock baby? Miss feeling it run along your folds, feel it fill you up, miss choking on it?” He was teasing you but you didn’t care because he was right, you hadn’t properly felt Luke’s cock in weeks, your few quickies so rushed and messy.

“Fuck Luke please, can I please touch myself?” You begged

“Yeah, go ahead baby. Rub your clit a little, imagine it’s my fingers” he told you, you could hear him groan at the sight of you playing with yourself.

“Feels so good Lukey” you moaned trying to keep your eyes open so you could watch him stroke his hard length.

“Put one of your fingers inside baby, remember start slow and then insert a second finger” he instructed

“Wish it was your hard cock Lukey, wish you were fucking me” you moaned out at him to help him through this as well.

“Shit Y/n” his breathing sped up a little and you could see his abs clenching, “you wish it was my pussy Luke? Wish you had my warm pussy hugging you, instead of your hand” you threw his questions right back at him.

“Fuck yes I do” he moaned watching you insert another finger.

“Fuck Luke!” You moaned throwing your head back as you pumped your fingers faster.

“I think I’m getting close” you told him

“Yeah? Can you feel your pussy clenching your fingers?” He asked watching you nod your head as moans were the only think coming out of your mouth.

He watched as your thighs began to shake yet your moans were to quite for his liking, “you can get louder can’t you?” He asked

“Ye-..yeah” you moaned

“Then let me hear you” and after that he listened as you let out one of the most beautiful moans he’s ever heard come out to your mouth.

“Luke! Im cumming” you told him as your worked yourself through it.

“Good girl baby” he praised as you came down from your high.

“Mhm, now let’s get you there” you told him as you remembered he still hadn’t came.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, spit in your hand Luke and I want you to think about me and how tight and warm my pussy is, how much you love to fuck it” you egged him on.

“Shit baby” he moaned as he threw his head back.

“Such a pretty cock baby but your balls are just as pretty and I want you to use your other hand to play with them a little” you instructed knowing how much he loved when you did it.

The moan he let out when his hands made contact with them was almost pornographic, you watched in awe as he took care of himself.

“So sexy Lukey, can’t wait to get home and let you fuck my throat” he let out a moan at the thought of having your warm, wet mouth wrapped around him.

“Shit Y/n I’m close” he told you, but you could already tell by the way his breathing was speeding up and his abs clenching.

“Come for me Luke, imagine your cumming deep inside me just how you like to”

You smiled as he came with a loud groan and cum shot all over his hand and pretty abs, enjoying his pathetic whimpers as he worked himself through his high.

“That was hot” you laughed after a minute of silence.

He began to laugh too as he stood up to find something to clean himself off with as you made your way into the bathroom connected to your bedroom.

“Thanks for helping me out Babe” he said

“Of course Luke, plus I needed it too” you shrugged before adding “but I was serious about getting my face fucked when I get back” you notified him.

“Yes ma’am” he laughed

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[valerie-is-in-the-cupboard]

Out of darkness - Chapter Thirteen: Ally - Alastor x human!fem!reader

Words: ~2300 TW: violence

“You’re not a hunter, are you?” the man asked.

“What do you mean?” (Y/n)’s voice was barely above a whisper, suddenly feeling like there was more to the situation than met the eye. The man sighed, a frown on his face.

“Shit...” He mumbled as his eyes were fixed on a certain person who seemed to pay attention to their discussion.

“Wait!” (Y/n) protested as the man got up, leaving some money for the check on the table. “Where are you going?”

“Stay out of this!” he said, his tone leaving no room for complaint as he made his way out.

Her heart was racing and she impulsively walked after him, ignoring the piercing gaze of the crowd. She couldn’t lose this chance. The doors of the restaurant were opened fast as she looked around, seeing the man walking behind the restaurant. “Wait, please!” she shouted again, running after him. She froze when she saw the man in the alley behind the restaurant, holding a gun as his eyes were fixed on the stranger from the restaurant.

“Stay back!” the man told (Y/n), stepping in front of her, and acting as a shield between her and the stranger. She quickly reached for the handgun she held in the bag, but she froze when the stranger’s appearance morphed into something else. The human vessel quickly vanished into one that resembled a werewolf, the shiny eyes piercing through the dim light in the alley.

“Ah, I see you brought me another prey for tonight, Jack…” the creature said, its voice seemingly vibrating through the air. “I can’t wait to kill you both.”

“You gotta leave one to me.” Another voice echoed from behind them, as a similar creature stepped in, cornering them. (Y/n) held tightly on the gun, her mind racing. Her hands shook as she fumbled for the gun, her pulse pounding in her ears. She had trained for this, but facing a snarling creature of nightmares was something she never expected so soon.

“You two fucking stay back before I blow your brains out!” The man shouted, his eyes falling on (Y/n) from time to time, adrenaline pumping in his veins.

The first creature growled at the threat and ran towards them. The crack of the gunshot echoed through the narrow alley, leaving her ears ringing as if a bomb had gone off nearby.

“What have you done?!” The other creature shouted, a tremor in its voice. (Y/n) opened her eyes to see the corpse of the wolf-like monster, lying in a puddle of blood, a bullet pierced into its head.

“That’s right, Snoopy!” The man said with a cocky smile, his confidence building up quickly. “You’re next!”

The creature jumped towards them and without thinking, (Y/n) pulled the trigger, a loud whimper echoing around as it fell on the ground. The bullet pierced through the chest, sending waves of pain through its body. The man pushed (Y/n) aside, walking towards it.

“Please… Don’t kill me, Jack… It wasn’t my idea to attack you, I swear.”

“Too late for that.” The familiar bang ripped the silence again, followed by a loud thud as the body hit the ground. (Y/n) stepped back as the man turned to face her, her heart pounding in her chest. “Give me that!” the man ordered, pointing at the gun. Without a second thought, she did as told, a wave of fear clouding her mind. “Get in the car! Now!” (Y/n) followed him towards a black Chevy parked in the alley, getting in the passenger seat. She took deep breaths, trying to calm down as he started the car, his eyes falling on her for a moment. “I’m not gonna hurt you. People will come to see what happened and having to give any explanation is the last thing I need.”

After a few deep breaths, the trembling in her hands started calming down as she tried to let the adrenaline fade. His eyes shifted between her and the road, not really knowing what to say or do.

“Were those… werewolves?” she finally asked the sudden disturbance in the silence almost making him jump.

“Similar in appearance, but no.”

“Then how do you call them?” the man’s eyes fell on her once again, studying her face. He found it strange that she wasn’t more… scared.

“Werewolves are bitches only when there’s a full moon. These are bitches all the time.” He said. “Hellhounds.”

She turned to face him, furrowing her brows at the word. “Hellhounds? Why did they want to kill you?”

The man’s knuckles turned white from clutching the steering wheel, and a tense silence surrounded them for a moment. “They are bounty hunters. They don’t question who or why they must hunt. They just get the job done.” She wanted to ask something else, but he quickly cut her off. “Who are you?”

(Y/n) froze for a moment at the question, debating if she should tell him the truth or not. “Well, I could ask you the same thing.” She said, trying to gain some time to figure things out. “You asked me if I’m a hunter just mere moments before those things attacked us. What did you mean by this?”

He took his eyes off the road for a moment to look at her, a hint of irritation in his eyes. “You don’t seem to be fazed by what just happened and the way you took the gun so easily… it’s just not something normal people do.”

“I just told you I dealt with Alastor… I think you can already tell I had my fair share of weird experiences…” she looked out the window as he pulled into an empty parking lot, turning off the headlights. “Are you hunting demons?”

The man didn't answer at first, studying her for a long moment, trying to decide if she was trustworthy enough. "Yes," he finally said, his voice cautious. "I hunt a lot of things. Demons too."

She looked back at him, her gaze intense. “Why are you trying to find Alastor?”

The man leaned back in his seat, a small huff escaping his lips. "I’ve got my reasons," he said, his voice taking on a harder edge. "But what I want to know is why are you looking for him? Is he your friend or something?"

She chuckled a bit, a bitter smile on her face. “Far from that.” He raised an eyebrow at her response. “He… Someone I care about disappeared…” she said, trying not to give too many details. “… I think he’s the reason for it.”

“Who?”

(Y/n) hesitated for a moment, trying to make up her story. She couldn’t tell him the truth, not now when she didn’t know anything about the man. “My brother.” She quickly said. “My brother made a deal with him and now… he’s gone.”

The man’s eyes widened at her words, and for a moment, it almost seemed like he wanted to say something. But he quickly recomposed himself, and his expression became more guarded. “How long ago?” he asked, his voice low and tense.

“Seven years. Just when…”

“… when Alastor disappeared…” the man cut her off, seemingly taken aback by the coincidence.

“How did you know?”

He ran his hands through his hair, sighing deeply as he laid back in the chair. “I… I made a deal with Alastor myself…” (Y/n) stuttered a bit at his words, trying to remember if Alastor ever mentioned a hunter in his deals, but nothing came to her mind.

“Who… Who are you?”

The man hesitated for a moment, his eyes scanning her face, trying to decide if he should reveal his identity or not. Eventually, he exhaled loudly, resignation creeping on his features. “Jack. My name is Jack Allanor.” She repeated his name a few times, trying to remember it, the familiarity too powerful for it to be the first time to ever heard it. Hundreds of names came to her mind, thousands of terms and conditions, trying to remember every detail about them. And suddenly…

“Let’s not write this one down, dear… Just Jack A. is enough for now, hm?” Alastor’s voice echoed in her mind. They made the deal a few months before Alastor disappeared, but it was the only one Alastor refused to talk about. The only human Alastor made a deal with apart from her… The only hunter.

Jack observed her, noting the change in her expression as her eyes seemed to wander off and a soft frown creased her forehead. The silence that settled around them was thick as she seemed lost in thought, her mind wandering somewhere far away. "Everything okay over there?" he asked, his voice dripping with scepticism and guardedness.

Her eyes quickly met his again, snapping back to reality. “Yeah… I just…” she mumbled, trying to regain her composure. “Why do you need to find him?” Jack’s expression darkened at the question, old anger resurfacing inside him.

"Let's just say he and I have some unfinished business to attend to." There was a tinge of resentment in his voice, hinting at a much deeper history between them than they both wished to admit. “The deal broke a few months ago, but I still need him to do his part.”

“It… broke?” she repeated, confused by the statement. “How do you know?”

Jack tensed the muscles in his face contracting. "I can feel it," he said simply. "When the deal is broken, it's like this… heavy weight is lifted off your chest, and you suddenly feel free, like you can breathe again." He paused for a moment, a bitter smile playing on his lips. “Besides, I went to a witch to tell me if my soul is bound to any demon and it wasn’t, so… The fucker just cancelled the deal…”

Her eyes were fixed on the empty parking lots, trying to make sense of Alastor’s actions. He wouldn’t just give up deals – he was far obsessed with the power they gave him to do so. “But… what could that mean?”

Jack shrugged slightly, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "I don't know, but I've got a bad feeling about this," he said, his voice low. "Alastor may seem harmless at first glance, but trust me, he's far from it. He's dangerous and...he's a cunning bastard. If he's breaking deals...something big is coming."

“Could he be… dead?” she asked, her voice coming out as a whisper. If Alastor was dead, it meant she was really on her own, having to face the horrors from that night again and again, until whatever awaits her when her soul will forever be damned to Hell. And suddenly, every moment when she felt good in the past seven years made her worry that was the sign – the sign that Alastor had left forever. And instead of making her feel free, it made her want to throw up.

Jack was taken aback by the question, his eyes widening for a moment and a hint of surprise flashing on his face before he quickly regained his composure. His jaw clenched, his expression turning slightly cold as he looked at her. "I don’t know," he answered honestly. "But if he’s dead, it would explain why the deal broke."

“No! He can’t be dead!” she snapped, turning to face him. “If he’s dead…” she covered her face with her hands, trying to calm down.

Jack’s expression softened a bit as he watched her struggle with her emotions. "Hey, calm down. We don't know if he's dead or not," he said, his voice gruff but with a hint of concern. "But let's say he is dead, why is it so important for you?"

She sighed. She wanted to tell him the truth – that Alastor was the only one who could protect her from nightmares even bigger than the ones she faced. She wanted to tell him how Alastor tricked her, how he forced her to end a deal with him… He wanted to tell him that maybe a part of her, wished she’d see him again. “It would mean there’s no way I can find…” she said, pausing for a moment. “… my brother.”

The words hung heavy in the air, and for a moment, they shared a rare moment of understanding. Jack could sense there was more to her story than she was letting on, but he held his tongue, not wanting to press her for more than she was willing to share. "Listen," he said after a moment of silence. "We don't know much yet, but we will figure this out together, okay?" She smiled a bit at his reassurance, a glimpse of hope reappearing in her eyes.

Jack was taken aback by her smile, his eyes lingering on her face for a split second longer than they should have. He quickly looked away, his expression hardening once again, as he handed her the gun back. “You know, for someone who is not a hunter, your aim is pretty good.” He chuckled.

“I… I took lessons. Well, not against hellhounds, but they did the trick.”

A small smirk crept up on his lips, and for a moment a hint of amusement gleamed in his eyes. “Yeah, I noticed. Those were some pretty good reflexes you put up there.” His voice was laced with an amused tone, his usual hard demeanour softened by the praise.

She smiled, feeling herself calm down a bit. “Let’s just say the past few years… were not the ones a girl would dream of.”

Jack’s expression softened as she spoke, his eyes scanning her face, almost like he was trying to figure out the story behind her words. He knew only too well what a few bad years could do to a person, and the way she was speaking made him curious about her past." I understand," he said quietly. "Sometimes life just...throws you a curveball."

“Sure does…” (Y/n) chuckled. “And to answer your question…”

Their eyes met, something familiar in them. They were both looking for the same person, a person who turned their life upside down, but maybe now, having someone who understood would make things better. Maybe now she wouldn’t have to hide and pretend everything was normal when it clearly wasn’t. But maybe now, they could both finally find some comfort in the situation.

“My name is (Y/n).”

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[shmothman]

vash + silly/awkward sex? let him be cringe and also fail.

okay anon NOW you’re speaking my language!!! He IS cringefail. And I want him so bad. So. Without further ado, I present to you:

An Incomplete List Of Stupid Shit Vash The Stampede Has Absolutely Done In Bed.

(Nsfw below the cut)

1. Sneezed directly in your face. very loudly. and headbutted you at the same time. he could not have been more apologetic, but, to be fair, as soon as your head stopped hurting, you thought it was hilarious.

2. Made you laugh while you were going down on him. Cum came out your nose. 0/10 experience.

3. Was too drunk and fell asleep halfway through. Went completely boneless, and he’s heavy, so you couldn’t get him off of you. Or out of you.

4. Got your pubes stuck in the joints of his metal hand. That one hurt like a bitch. (Again, he’s so sorry. He’ll make it up to you. He promises.)

5. Couldn’t stop laughing because when his hips slapped against yours it made a fart sound. At least this time you’re laughing just as hard.

6. At first, he was so excited that he couldn’t last 5 minutes with you. He was really embarrassed… but if you’re being honest, you thought it was really hot.

7. Full-on ugly cries like, half the time he has sex with you. He just loves you so much!! He tries to hide the snot, but there’s only so much he can do. (It’s endearing, really.)

8. If he’s in a good mood, he’s hamming it up. This man loves roleplay, and he gets really into it! But he’s really bad at it. Does his fake deep voice the entire time (think “YES I AM THAT MAN.”) Gets pouty if you break character to laugh at his bad acting, but he can’t stop breaking character to tell you how much he loves you.

9. Tripped while trying to get his pants off and hit his head HARD on the nightstand. And then tried to keep going despite the fact that he was bleeding from a fucking head wound.

10. Yes, he’s tried to touch you with sticky donut hands. When you told him to go wash it off he only licked his fingers clean and wiggled his eyebrows at you.

11. Made so much noise that the innkeeper literally knocked on your door and yelled at you to keep it down. (An unfortunate Wolfwood has done the same many times.)

12. One time you were going down on him, and when he came, his hips bucked really hard directly into your chin, making you bite your tongue. It hurt like hell.

13. Forgot the safe word and panic-yelled “UNCLE!!?!?”

14. You have caught him jacking off with all manner of your undergarments. Usually panties. One time it was a sock.

[love-on-mars]

Mick Mars Smut Alphabet!

Minors DNI!!!! 18+!!!!

Hi everyone! Sorry I’ve been gone so long. My mental health has really declined these last few months and my anxiety has skyrocketed so I’ve been trying to take time for myself. I promise I’m working on requests, so be on the lookout for them. Thank you all for your patience!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Depends on how much pain he’s in, he always does his best to preform some kind of aftercare. On good days he’ll run a nice bath for the two of you but if he’s wiped out he’ll hold you close to him and whisper sweet nothings.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

With you he loves your thighs and ass. He squeezes, kisses and occasionally smacks them constantly. With him he loves his hands, he knows he can do all sorts of shit with them and loves watching you squirm whenever he touches you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Prefers to cum inside, less messy. But sometimes will cum on your thighs, he just doesn’t like the sticky mess it makes.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Loves to bite and mark, it’s one of the few times he lets any sort of possessiveness show and isn’t afraid to mark you in places people will see.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Prior to being with you he got around pretty often, he’s no sex maniac but he’s been with enough people it’s safe to say he knows what he’s doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Classic missionary and cowgirl are always his first choice, depending on the night. He’s old school.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He tries to be as romantic as possible, but sometimes he gets a bit silly. Mostly if you make a funny sound he laughs and tries to make you do it again.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I don’t think he really has a lot of body hair to begin with, maybe a bit of chest hair and some hair down there. If you prefer it clean shaven he’ll do his best to stay on top of it. Also his hair is red, much to his dismay.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

As i said earlier he tries to be as romantic and intimate as possible, making sure you feel comfortable and loved while he goes down on you. He gives lots and lots of kisses throughout your fun.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Only does it on the road if you aren’t with him, and always feels bad afterwards. He tries to resist but can’t help himself some nights, he has a collection of sexy pics of you for him to fuel his fantasies when he’s lonely.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Bondage! Loves tying you up to the bed, leaving you at his mercy. He also gets riled up when called daddy, but would never admit it. He also loves to tease you while you’re tied up and watches you beg for him to take you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom. He is not comfortable doing it anywhere else, especially if the guys catch him. he fucked you backstage a couple of times but that’s it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Loves watching you dance, seeing yours hips sway does things to him. Also lingerie is a good motivator, he loves buying new pairs for you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that would hurt you. No blood, harsh spankings, or anything too forceful. Mick is a firm believer that sex is an act of love, and violence defeats the purpose of it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s 50/50 on it. He is so good at giving, drawing orgasm after orgasm from you. But he also loves receiving, watching you look up at him as you pleasure him makes him feel a certain way. He strokes your hair as you work his length, giving you sweet praise.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Always depends on how he’s feeling, most of the time he’s somewhere in the middle but there are nights where he fucks the living daylights out of you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t like them all that much, the only times he’s done them is the occasional backstage fuck but that’s it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Not a risk taker. He’s set in his ways and is very unlikely to change them.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

3 rounds max. He usually lasts for 10 minutes each session, more focused on you than him. There are some nights he goes for 5 sessions though, when he’s all pent up and needy.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Probably has a couple of vibrators for you and some handcuffs but that’s it. He is extremely skilled with his hands so he can make you come undone all on his own just fine.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Loves to see you whimpering and begging for him. Will edge you if you decide to tease him during a show, watching you writhe and shiver with need. Makes him feel like he’s in control, something he doesn’t get often.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not all that vocal, he grunts and gives you some praise but that’s it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Always makes sure you cum first, more focused on your needs rather than his own.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I can see him being around 7 inches, and very thick. I think he’d be circumcised, and as I said earlier not too much hair.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Higher than one would expect. He’s said himself he’s always horny soooo….

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Falls asleep within 15 minutes after sex, he likes he hold you close and whisper sweet nothings as you drift off.

[slasher-key]

I’m Right Here (Jack Thurlowe)

Pairing: Jack Thurlowe x GN!!Reader

Warnings: 420 friendly, profanity of course 

You and Jack have been friends for a while now you met him through Shanda. When Jack comes back to town after his parent’s death he starts to fall apart which leads to you and Shanda worrying about him all the time . But this time Shanda went on a date with Crystal and she isn’t very close she can’t make it to jack. But you live down the street from Jack’s old house and decided to go and help him.

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“Y/n can you please go check up on Jack? I’m on a date with Crystal right now, and he hasn’t answered my calls.” Jack has been having a pretty hard time since his parents passed, He says he’s fine but we can see right past it. Shanda and I have been trying our best to be there for him, but when you suddenly loose people that you love it can change you. “Yeah of course I can.” I reply, quickly hanging up on Shanda and getting myself together.  

I make it to Jacks house in less than 5 minutes. Banging on the door I yell his name. It takes me a couple more knocks and yells of his name, until I realize that the door is unlocked. I walk into the house locking the door behind me. I call for him and there is no response, I run upstairs toward his room. Bursting through the door. Jack jumps up from his bed with a scared look on his face. “what the hell y/n” He says, looking at me as if I was crazy. “Shanda was worried about you. You weren’t answering your phone, and then I was worried because you didn’t answer the door, why didn’t you answer the door?.” I ask, rambling breathlessly from running up the stairs. “Well I’m fine okay, you both can calm the fuck down now. And I was listening to music I couldn’t hear the door.” He replies. I let out a loud sigh releasing all of the stress. I flop onto Jack’s bed staring at the ceiling. “You know you both don’t have to worry about me so much, right?” He asks, starting to roll up a blunt. “I know, but we just want to make sure you’re okay. You have been acting like what happened didn’t happen.” I reply, sitting up on the bed. “Well I’m fine so stop treating me like a child.” He finishes rolling and looks over to me. “So you wanna continue to finish worrying, or you wanna help me smoke this?” He asks. I playfully snatch the blunt from his hand, and pulling out a lighter. 

Jack and I lay on his bed for what felt like hours, high off our asses. We lied there in comfortable silence for a while until Jack broke it. “Y/n what would I do without you?” He asks, it was more of a statement than a question. “I don’t know, Jack you tell me” I replied, laughing a little waiting for his reply. “I would only have one friend left.” he replies, slightly chuckling at his joke. “Oh fuck off, you know you love me Jack.” “Yeah I do” The room goes silent once again.

“Jack you know I’ll always be here for you right?” I ask breaking the silence between us. “Can you not blow my high with your lovey dovey shit?” he replies. “Oh fuck off, weren’t you the one that just said that corny ass “yes I do” line after I said you love me?” I replied, throwing a pillow at him. “ well probably because I do love you, but we don’t  have to keep saying it.” he says, “okay fine we can love each other in silence.” I reply, laying my head on his shoulder. He gives me a small kiss on my head before we both doze off in his bed.

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This one is a little short but, I hope you enjoy. Thank You for reading <3 <3 <3

[hanasnx]

anakin's kinks headcanons.

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: dead dove do not eat, i can’t possibly warn for every kink listed here so please use caution when reading the following. there is a wide array of kinks listed that involve things that might make you uncomfortable or personally you don’t have, these are merely a list format of what i think anakin’s kinks are and are not. not what i’m into specifically or what you’re into. i hope you enjoy regardless! or helps you explore something new for you! i love introducing you to things WARNINGS: dead dove do not eat | sexually explicit content | please use caution if you are triggered by certain kinks.

his green lights:

! ── bdsm

! ── bondage: m receiving mostly. but he does wanna put a collar and chain on you so he can pull you to him, act like a king with a hopeless servant. make you do things for him.

! ── hosiery: he likes it when you wear tights and sheer stockings (also heels but that’s another thing), he likes ripping it apart to make room for him. likes seeing how his nails have left holes

! ── voyeurism: wants to watch you masturbate. likes pretending he’s a perv watching when he shouldn’t be

! ── exhibitionism: you watching him fuck his fist or a toy

! ── roleplay: playing pretend,,, especially if you’ve got a kidnapping kink,,, yum. he wants to abuse you in all the ways you could desire. and the other way around too

! ── kidnapping rp: he wants to be tied up, duct taped mouth, slapped, spat on, treated like your prisoner only good for a fuck

! ── DIRTY TALK: the kind of shit that’ll make you question yourself. he’d say the foulest shit in order to get himself off, stuff that makes you go “why did that just work on me??”

! ── urophilia: he’d ask you to piss on him. asks if he can do it to you while you two are sharing a shower 🥵🥵 he absolutely loves making you squirt, loves rubbing it all over your body and his, so you slip and slide together while he fucks you in a puddle of it. even loves tasting it.

! ── lactation: my god. he’d take full advantage of this if you’re pregnant. jack himself off while he’s sucking you dry

! ── humiliation; falls under s&m: m+f receiving

! ── daddy: being called that word gets him feeling so big and superior, an excellent way to butter him up for something.

! ── edging: m+f receiving. he’s cruel to you, and expects the same treatment.

! ── breathplay: m+f receiving. he loves being choked. holding his breath to edge himself. he loves choking you, and he also loves covering your nose and mouth to restrict your breathing as he sees fit. get you lightheaded, make you swallow his load after a bj, etc

! ── impact play: m+f receiving. he loves pain, and he loves inflicting pain. face smacking, ass smacking, pussy smacking, using a belt or flogger to whip. he likes it when you grab and squeeze or hit his balls. all within reason.

! ── wax: he wants you to drip it on him, he likes the way it stings and burns and the hiss of pleasure he emits when you let him jack himself off for being such a good boy for you

! ── praise: he wants you to build him up—

! ── degradation: and tear him down. both praise & degradation is m+f receiving for him

! ── noncon: 😔✊ he’s got this one bad. only if you two consent to it beforehand tho, but he likes the rush of overpowering you and listens to your safe word. but you love the rush of the fight, and how once he’s wrestled you down, he’s still so mean while he makes your pussy slobber all over him. also ! m receiving as well. he likes it done to him too.

! ── gags: m receiving

! ── facefucking: he wants you to gag, slobber, and deep throat his cock. fuck your mouth like he would your pussy. hard, fast, without mercy. grab your hair, your chin and head. fuck your mouth while you’re laying down on your back so he can finger you or eat you out or see how your tits bounce and pinch your nipples. rub his balls on your face. in turn, he wants you to shove his face in your pussy and suffocate him. sit on his face and don’t let up. he’ll hold his breath if he has to it’s so hot. grind down onto him like it’s a thigh or a dick instead of a face.

! ── titfucking: oh yea. he loves this one. especially if you’ve been a bad girl and don’t deserve any pleasure at all, use your tits to get himself off, and you’re forced to watch. might get back on his good side if you stick out your tongue for him and lick at his head every thrust.

! ── hair pulling: m+f receiving

! ── marking: your scratch marks on his back practically red and bleeding. bruises. hickeys. bite marks and indentations. maybe even getting branded,,, um— m+f receiving

! ── dacryphilia: he wants to cry from pain & pleasure and orgasm denial frustration. he’d do it for you too if you wanted. dom shit like “beg. cry for me. show me you want me.” and he’s gotta get on his knees and worship the ground you walk on and cry because he’s so hard and nowhere to put it and he needs you right now and you’re doing nothing for him. he also wants to make you cry for the same reason, his favorite is when you cry from your orgasm or from pleasure and overstimulation. sobbing in rapture while he’s fucking you. lick up your tears, kiss them away. make fun of you for it, or ease you. he loves it all.

! ── overstimulation: m+f receiving

! ── feet: not fetish, but he wouldn’t care about sucking some toes every once in a while. part of his worship for you. kissing the top of your foot when he takes off your shoes for you.

! ── anal anything: fucking, fingering, fisting yours is so fun for him. especially if he’s occupying your pussy with something else like his dick, hand, or toy. butt plugs with a little pink jewel for you. he definitely eats ass too. jacks himself off while you eat his. he wants you to peg him, finger him, whatever.

! ── strap ons: as said before, he wants you to peg him. but he seriously has considered trying to figure out if he can wear a strap to fuck your pussy and ass at the same time

! ── mechanophilia/technophilia: they definitely have like sex doll androids in GFFA and he saw one and didn’t know why he liked that idea so much. has masturbated to the thought of owning one. gets off to the humiliation when he tells you that secret and you make fun of him for it by doing shit like “i got this new ship, she needs some work but she’s gorgeous. look at her.” and you’re like 👀 “are you trying to fuck it or something??” and then he does you inside the ship.

! ── knife play: more so m receiving tbh he wants you to put a knife at his throat.

! ── gun play: blaster play? he likes the adrenaline of you holding one to him even if it’s set to stun. he’s been in so many life threatening situations, it’s fun to bring stuff like this to the bedroom rather than scary.

! ── breeding: f receiving. this has been explored before and it’s just so delicious. he’s got it so bad.

! ── size: he Loves being reminded how big he is compared to you in any sense. height, hand size, how big his dick is in your tight little hole. he knows you love it too.

! ── foodplay: he’d eat a full course meal off of you if you’d let him. make you lick stuff off your fingers with you. body shots off you. slid your bodies together covered in edible substances so when he licks and sucks your skin he gets to taste it while he’s balls deep inside of you. means a steamy shower afterwards.

! ── stigmatophilia: if your tongue, nipples, clit, pussy folds are pierced ,,,,, oh my god. he’d go crazy. he’d get you all kinds of cute jewelry pieces. especially ones fun for sexy time. tug on your nip piercings while you’re riding on him, set your pace bouncing on him by the way he pulls you up and down by your little nipples ahshshdddb

! ── underwear— mysophilia: smell and keep your used panties and store ‘em in his pocket while he’s at the temple bcos it thrills him that no one knows what he’s got. likes the way your pussy smells, your squirt, your cum. how the bed smell soaked in it and your sweat. yea.

! ── period: sex while on your period doesn’t bother him, getting covered in it, eating you out. in fact he likes the way it looks, and how easy it is to lube you up. it’s so intimate and so personal. “it’s all you, isn’t it?” djskfnkdcnmdbfk

! ── age difference: he’s got a nasty thing for older women. a huge milf lover.

! ── tits: tits/ass?? he loves both. loves thighs. but he’s a tits man. it’s the mommy issues.

! ── tricked/coercion: part of his noncon/kidnapping enjoyment. m+f receiving.

! ── infidelity: purely hypothetical fantasy roleplay sense. m + f receiving

! ── pregnancy: ://// it’s true.

! ── cum swap: you didn’t swallow? he’s sucking his essence off your tongue. lapping up his seed oozing out of you, stuffing it back inside of you with his tongue, and swallowing the remnants. if you finish all over his face, anything he catches with his mouth he pinches open your jaw and spits it into your open mouth and pushes your chin shut, pats your cheek to tell you to swallow.

! ── somnophilia: m+f receiving. he rly likes it when he can fuck you entirely while you’re sleeping, fill you up. something about it just makes him so crazy.

! ── corruption: m+f receiving. especially if you or him lost your virginity to the other.

! ── agoraphilia: oh yea. he’s fucking you outside.

! ── if this wasn’t already obvious he probably got a vasectomy just so he can bareback (always test for stds before going no condom) bcos he just likes it that much and it’s a kink for him. let’s him play out the fantasy like “oh no babe i came in you on accident!! what if you get pregnant😏😏”

! ── creampiesssss

! ── thigh fucking: f receiving

! ── thigh riding: he loves watching you get off on his thigh omgg

! ── sensory deprivation: m+f receiving

and his red lights:

! ── cuckholding: if he’s the one on the side watching. otherwise he might consider fucking you in front of someone else. under extremely meticulous circumstances and lot of sweet talking

! ── threesome: regardless of the gender of the additional person, he’d get jealous even seeing you two kiss let alone touching each other or fucking each other. jealous

! ── financial domination: the man doesn’t know what to do with money from the war,,,, but demanding it from him only means he gets to fuck the brat out of you.

! ── tentacles: he doesn’t understand hentai porn. not in a judgmental way, but in a way that’s like,,,, he gets ropes bcos those things don’t undulate. he’s got a problem with how tentacles move. rathtars are not his favorite.

! ── he can’t get off unless he knows and romantically likes the person. so anonymous sex, one night stands, etc just don’t work. his body doesn’t react.

[slvthrs]

Omg can you write a blurb abt vinnie fucking y/n in a closet at a party during like 7 mins of heaven?

i combined this w another request so reader is also a famous actress and they fuck in a bathroom instead <3

┆.° ♡ — NSFW UNDER THE CUT

If people had to describe you in one word, it was revolutionary. You had changed the face of the acting industry forever, your stellar performances along with your enchanting beauty had people wrapped around your finger and awards practically thrown at you from the whole world.

And all that leads you to some shitty party in North Hollywood. Your assistant and best friend, Jamie, had suggested it for you to have some fun and a form of escape from your cramped schedule.

Usually you would be happy to go, you were the life of the party after all. But this wasn't some high profile party full of interesting faces, this was some shitty TikTok party you were supposed to make 'connections at'.

Bullshit.

Jamie just wanted to get drunk at a frat boy-esque party and drag you along.

So that's exactly why you were shuffling along the crowded hall with a Corona in hand to the nearest escape, and that happened to be a door at the end of the hall.

You enter the room and shut the door behind me before you hear the dreaded call of your name,

Shit this room isn't empty.

"Ahh this is who I was talking about!" Jamie states before dragging you to the group where everyones in a circle.

"Holy shit your y/n right?" A blonde boy with piercing blue eyes asks you

"Yeah that's me" You respond simply

Jamie explains their playing truth or dare and you make small talk with the boy who you quickly learned is named Jack, catching the eye of someone else who walks into the room, he's a brunette wearing a black wife beater and black pants with some nice shoes. His outfit is adorned with a Vivienne Westwood necklace and rings covering his fingers.

He's dressed far too well for a guy.

His umber eyes meet yours and he sits directly across from you and it feels like the whole room goes quiet.

But it doesn't.

Your friend quickly snaps you back into reality as the game begins. It's calm at first, take your shirt off, do a dumb dance, tell everyone who your crush is, easy stuff.

But Jack's eyes twinkle with a dumb idea and when it's your turn to do a dare her eyes meet the brunette boy before the two of you,

"Hey y/nnnn" He draws out,

"I dare you to do 7 minutes in heaven with Vinnie." He announced to the room while pointing at the boy who caught your attention earlier.

"Huh what?" Vinnie questions, he zoned out long ago so he doesn't really realize what's happening until Jack is pulling him up and Jessie is pulling you up, shoving both of you into a bathroom.

What the…

You get shoved into a cramped bathroom with the brunette and both of you stand at opposite ends just registering what's happening.

He rushes up to the door to open it but it quickly gets slammed on his face as he starts banging on it begging his friends to let him out, tugging on the door handle.

Whilst you, instead of helping, can’t stop staring at the way the boy’s arms flex across the door and how his hands basically engulf the handle.

Being famous has its perks but having relationships exposed to the public and therefore not being able to date or hook up without fears that it's for publicity is definitely not one of them.

But with this boy it’s different, he’s hotter than most of your co stars and definitely worth the risk.

After he surrenders to his fate he leans back against the wall opposing where you stand, against the sink.

His eyes rake over your body as he takes in your dress, its black and pink with no straps as is sheer in the middle with a tiny pink bow tying it all together.

You watch in interest and confusion as he basically eye fucks you with his head tilted to the side and hands deep in his pocket.

The room is filled with a tense fog until you finally break the silence, “So um what are we supposed to do in here?”

His eyebrow twitches up while looking at your addictive eyes, “Well usually people are supposed to have sex in here but we just met so I’m not gonna say that.” He ends his sentence with a chuckle.

“Yeah I dunno, tell me about yourself.” I ask but in reality I just want to hear him talk more to hear his voice 

He trails off explaining to me what he does and simply things like that but instead my eyes trail down to his lips and before you know it he realizes and shuts up, much to your dismay, and pulls you close near his face.

You can feel the heat rising to your cheeks as he brushes his thumb over your lips. Before you know it, you're kissing him, your hands tangled in his hair. The world around you fades away as you lose yourself in the moment.

At first, you're hesitant, unsure of what to do. But as Vinnie deepens the kiss, you feel yourself giving in to the moment. His hands wrap around your waist, pulling you in closer as your tongues fight for dominance in each other's mouths.

The heat between you and Vinnie intensifies as the minutes tick by, and before you know it,  Vinnie’s mouth and yours keep locking as you continue the make out session before Vinnie comes up with a stupidly hot idea.

His lips move downward to the crook of your neck as he sucks as you continue to whine and squirm under him,

His breathes are heavy and laced with Hennessy before he asks you, “Hey baby, can I fuck you?”

If you were acting smart you would say no, in fact you wouldn’t be doing all of this but you really aren’t that smart are you?

“Yeah,” You breath out before continuing, “But you only have seven minutes.”

"Seven minutes, huh?" he says, leaning in close. "That's not a lot of time."

“It’s a challenge, are you sure you're up to it?” You tease

“I should be asking you that, for the way I'm gonna make a total mess out of you by the end of this.” He laughs lifting you up to the sink counter and kissing you again as his hands ride up your thighs, bunching up your dress at your waist.

He moves closer to you rubbing his clothed cock all over your cunt watching you squirm and pull at his shirt in an attempt for him to understand to take his shirt off.

He gets the hint and pulls it off over his head and spins you around so he can press your stomach down into the cold tile of the sink counter.

He makes sure everything goes fast. Your friends are gonna be here as soon as the 7, now 6, minutes drain.

He’s pounding into you at a ruthless pace whilst you try your hardest not to say too much. He grips into your hair so he can look at the tears well into your eyes and he leans down to suck into your neck wine colored bruises.

His hands trail down to your clit making you jerk your hip as they make contact, he makes figure 8’s on them as your legs tremble, his hands work in a sweet symphony with his dick, providing you the most pleasure possible as you suppress your moans with a shit mouth.

His thrusts slow for a moment before slamming into you and before you realise your coming undone right before him in, 5 fucking minutes.

“Yeah good job, you did so well pretty.” He states pressing a kiss to the back of your neck as he cums inside of you.

Fuck hopefully he doesn’t have an STD.

Both of you detach and fix your outfits before a pounding is heard on the outside of the door and your respective friends pull you two out.

“Y’know y/n I knew you were trouble, but I didn’t think you were ‘getting fucked in the bathroom by a stranger trouble.’” Vinnie states while leaning down to you and leaving with a wink.

You have a gut feeling this isn’t the last you're gonna see of him.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Forever My Ariel

Gifs not mine

AN: Don't ever let people discourage you from making your dreams come true and if you haven't seen The Little Mermaid, go see it!

Synopsis: The trailer has just been released for your first feature film and the secret has finally been revealed. However not everyone is happy that you were chosen for the role of Ariel in The Little Mermaid

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Famous!Reader

Always thankful for my loves @hoodharlow and @nattinatalia 💕

Warnings: mention of racism

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As you were scrolling through your timeline on different social media apps, the tears were steadily cascading down your cheeks and hitting your pillow that was covered by a white satin pillowcase.

You were so excited that your trailer for your acting debut had finally gotten released at midnight and you were incredibly proud of yourself. You had stepped out of your comfort zone and got into acting since you were primarily known for singing with your older sister. 

The Little Mermaid had been one of your favorite movies growing up and now that you had an opportunity to play her was a dream come true. Even though you did have to audition for the role, they approached you first telling you that they wanted for you to play Ariel. 

Then seeing you sing Part of Your World had everyone’s mind set.

They had found their Ariel. 

What you didn't expect was the backslash and people being up in arms simply because….

You were a black woman

Even though Ariel is a fictional character and also a mermaid who everyone knew not to be real, they didn’t mean the outrage was any less.  

One of the top trends on social media was 'Not My Ariel' and of course after you saw it, you had been crying ever since.

At midnight you had sent your boyfriend the trailer to watch on your instagram and he couldn’t stop saying how proud he was of you and now you were thinking that you might not have made the right decision regarding the role.

It was now later in the day and Jack was rehearsing for his upcoming CHTKMY tour and he was due to be back at your condo at any minute and the last thing that you wanted for him to see was you being upset.

You tried to wipe your face as best as you could when you suddenly heard the front door open.

“Shit.” You muttered and you knew that it was too late.

“Babe, where are you? Did you eat yet? I’m starving. Did you want…” Jack immediately stopped talking as he came into the bedroom and saw your tear stained cheeks and you furiously trying to wipe them away. 

“Um, no I didn’t. I’ll eat whatever you order. I don’t really feel like cooking anything tonight.” You said while shrugging and he immediately came over to you.

“Now you know you can’t hide those tears from me so what happened and how can I do my best to help fix it?” Jack asked as you were now sitting up and he quickly slid you onto his lap.

“It’s silly, baby. Don’t worry about it.” You answered trying to reassure him, but you knew deep down that he wasn’t having it. 

“It’s not silly if it has my girl upset.” Jack replied while kissing your cheek but all you did was shake your head.

All you did was sigh in response and you quickly went to lay your head on his shoulder and without warning, the tears started all over again.

“Baby, the last thing I want is to see you cry and you know that.”

You simply opened Twitter and handed him your phone so he could see the trending topics.

He immediately clicked on ‘Not My Ariel’ and began to scroll looking at the phone in disbelief at what people were saying about you.

“Why? Why are people so mean?” It almost came out as a whisper and Jack’s heart was breaking seeing you so upset.

“Because they have nothing else better to do. This doesn’t change anything, babe. I know you’re upset with good reason but the movie is finished and I know from the trailer that you did a damn good job and no one else they would’ve picked would’ve come close. Fuck them.”

“I worked my ass off for this.”

“I know and they can never take away how incredibly talented you are because everyone sees it. You’re amazing at what you do and people being racist fucks are never going to change that. And since when are mermaids based on real people? They could’ve made you blue and people would still find a reason to be upset and I would have still watched that shit.”

“Baby, this isn’t Avatar.”

“You get what I mean!”

“I do and I.. thank you for always being there for me when I need it.” You said while smiling up at him. 

“And you know that’s never going to change. I just…. It’s easier said than done but do not let them win. You’re letting them win by you allowing them to get you upset and that’s the last thing that we want or need. You’re amazing in your own right and no trending topic on Twitter is going to tell me otherwise. My baby is the shit and she’s everyone’s Ariel and I’ll kick anyone’s ass who disagrees with me.”

“I just… want everyone to love my performance in this just as much as I do.”

“And they will and I’m going to need for you to stop worrying what people think about you all the time. If you know that you did your best that is literally the only thing that matters. Haters are always going to be there, but while you’re over here making millions, what is their ass doing but sitting at home and hating from a social media app?”

“That’s true.” You said while nodding your head and agreeing with him.

“For now, I’m keeping your phone because the last thing I want is for you to be scrolling looking at unnecessary outta pocket shit that people are saying.”

“But what if….”

“No, if it’s something important I’ll give it back to you, but other than that no. We’re ordering food and having a movie night and no social media.” Jack was soothingly rubbing your back as you tried to scoot yourself closer to him if that was even possible.

“I want chinese and what are we watching?”

“The Little Mermaid of course and anything my baby wants, she gets.”

“Fine, but I’m singing the entire time.” You said while finally smiling up at him.

“Oh, so I get early access?”

“You always get early access, just don’t tell anyone because they might get jealous.” You answered while leaning over to kiss him and pinching his cheek.

—

It was now premiere night and you were extremely nervous and kept fiddling with your dress trying to smooth away any imaginary wrinkles that might be there.

Jack noticed and quickly went up to you and grabbed both of your hands to get you to stop.

“It’s going to be fine, baby. Remember what I told you.”

“I feel like I’m going to throw up at any minute.” You said while feeling extremely overwhelmed and your eyes were starting to brim with tears.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Breathe for me and relax. I’m right here and I will be here with you the entire time. I’m not leaving your side for the entire night.”

“Promise? I… I….”

“Shhh…. I promise, baby. You got this. Now everyone is about to see why you were the perfect person for this role and no one else. Take some deep breaths for me.”

You did as you were told as you heard Jack taking deep breaths with you and you could feel that your heart rate was now finally starting to slow down. You focused on your breathing and holding Jack’s hands to help ground you as he massaged small circles on yours.

This was something that he always did for you when you were nervous before an event.

Jack knew how your anxiety was and his priority was always making sure you were okay. 

“I love you, you know that right?” Jack asked you and you couldn’t help but to immediately smile at him.

“I love you too, more than I can put into words.”

“You feel any better?”

You simply nodded and smiled as you reached up to hug him and he quickly embraced you back and leaned down to give you several kisses. 

“I just… I know I say it all the time but I love you so much and the way you support me is just…”

“Oh no, babe Deidre is going to kill me if I make you cry because of how long it took for her to do your makeup. You can cry after! But you do the exact same thing for me. We’re always going to show up and support each other no matter what.”

“Always, nothing about that is going to change.”

“Now come on so I can sing all the songs and give a Grammy winning performance. Been waiting months for this!” Jack said and you immediately laughed as he took your hand and the two of you began to make your way downstairs in order to head to the theater where the premiere was being held. 

As promised, Jack didn’t leave your side for the entire night and would give your hand occasional squeezes to let you know he was there for whatever you needed him for. 

“Now it’s time for people to see why you’re forever going to be my Ariel.” Jack whispered to you once the two of you were finally settled in your seats and the movie was getting ready to play. 

Jack held your hand the entire time just like he promised and would periodically look over at you and smile

He was amazed at how well you did, but not surprised

He knew that you had it in you from the very beginning

When the credits of the movie started rolling, you were startled by everyone erupting in applause and giving you a standing ovation as you made your way up to the stage to say a few words. 

You couldn’t help but to cry looking out at the crowd and seeing how so many people were supportive of you and that they love it just as much as you did.

When the applause finally died down, you were doing your best to hide your tears before you spoke.

“I… I knew I was going to cry but damn. Just… thank you.” You said and heard laughter while you finally wiped away the rest of your tears.

“Words cannot even form a sentence of how grateful I was for this opportunity and so many amazing people had a hand in making that happen. I’m so happy that Disney trusted me along with everyone involved in the cast and crew to make Ariel come to life and I just want everyone to love this film as much as I loved making it. Never let anyone deter you from making your dreams become a reality. I remember being little and seeing the original film for the first time and now look, twenty something years later and I get to bring her to life on the big screen. I’m not just Ariel for some people and not others, and my boyfriend had to tell me that. I am everyone’s Ariel and I am so damn proud of stepping out of my comfort zone and letting little girls who look like me know that they can do this too.” 

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yourinstagramname: always thankful that you get to be a part of my world and me in yours 💕

jackharlow: forever and always. so proud of you. you did amazing just like I knew you would.

yungmiami305: bitch you made me cry when I watched it even if I knew what was going to happen lol

neelamthadhani: job well done! I knew they picked the perfect person for this role!

maggieharlow: you were a literal dream the entire time. you didn't just play Ariel. YOU ARE ARIEL.

urbanwyatt: I see Jack is dressed like the ocean and ready to dive in yourinstagramname 😏

yourinstagramname: urbanwyatt you are always so outta pocket, I CANNOT but yes. I agree lol

yourinstagramename: thank you so much everyone, you have no idea how much this means to me

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jackharlow: Forever My Ariel 💕

yourinstagramname: jackharlow loveee you now how many times have you watched the movie? lmao

urbanwyatt: yourinstagramname this might be number six

jackharlow: not the both of you shaming me. my baby did amazing 🥰

urbanwyatt: and keeps asking me to refill the snacks so he can continue

neelamthadhani: urbanwyatt I'm joining so bring me some popcorn too

urbanwyatt: neelamthadhani imma start charging yall asses for this. I am making one more trip and that's it!

druski2funny: why didn't anyone invite me to the party?

yourinstagramname: druski2funny because you don't like to answer your phone

druski2funny: yourinstagramname but I'm here now!

jackharlow: druski2funny your ass is about to be late to your own funeral

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yourinstagramname: this is what a mermaid named Ariel looks like 😘

jackharlow: you got damn right and I don't wanna hear any negative shit! my baby did that!

lolabrooke: don't play wit her, don't play wit her

yoursistersinstagramname: my little mermaid 😍

yournamesource: forever our Ariel!!

yourbestfriend: she did what needed to be done and left no muthafuckin crumbs!

yournamesource: I need a sequel and idc what that shit is about. we just need to see you on the big screen more.

yourinstagramname: yournamesource something is getting revealed soon lol stay tuned

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[ashironie]

spoilers for tmagp ep 12. im making this on tuesday then relistening and adding more thursday.

i’ll be doing 2 in front of every thought i had on my second listen

Alex doing the title card? maybe a norris case? mayhaps?

2 Is getting of in relation to the bonzo lap dance turned dismemberment?

oh god.. first ep without a transcript… what the actual fuck are they saying

2 Oh thank god i have the transcript… sam actually got some rizz

celia and sam in the off room? i assume that’s why it’s so FUCKING ECHOY

2 Panting? man this guy is out of shape

2 awwww i kinda heard this part my first listen through </3. Alice unrequitedly loves Sam and Sam unrequitedly love Celia who unrequitedly loves Lena who unrequitedly loves Gwen who unrequitedly loves Alice (i don’t ship half these but it is funny to joke about imo)

2 SAM IS SUCH A CHARMER I NO LONGER WANT HIM TO DIE FIRST (sorry colin, looks like your up, and so is your time)

awwww, celam fans are gonna eat good with this one

my headphones are also broke so i can’t hear jack

ALICE YAY!!!!

2 something about alice makes tmagp 10x more understandable

aw but you love him for it :7

SHE IS JEALOUS!!!

he is so not over the institute, sam and alice are alike like that, he’s not over tmi she’s not over him

awwww alice stop being such a pessimist! like please do say it, i want sam to get out of this bullshit alive as much as you but like… yk

2 OH MY GOD “im sure celia would just love that” SALT IN THE WOUND SAM SALT IN THE WOUND!!! SHES IN LOVE WITH YOU YOU IDIOT DONT TALK ABOUT YOUR CRUSH IN FRONT OF HER!!!!

NORRIS!!! I WAS RIGHT!

norris sounds so robotic, i think i even heard him skip a bit. it’s either jonny is too much of a theater kid, or this is actually important to the lore. norris being less human, sounding less emotive, maybe a bit sad? hm? maybe a bit lonely?

2 the skip is on the words “Policy Number: 548651-656” and on “2024” or more specifically the numbers, which isn’t important in don’t think, but really does remind me of tts

fraud?? ooooooOooooOOOOooooo

ha “acting in good faith”

2 love the way Alex says dickheads, it’s so specific and so pointed

hey i know what a stag is!! i watch a british bitch give one to a 70yo! (its a bachelor(ette) party, im pretty sure)

a lunch box? OH MY GOD BONZO! IS IT BONZO OH MY GOD BONZO?

2 don’t you DARE insult my dear dear comic sans

YES BONZO!!! MR BONZOS ON HIS WAY HE WANTS TO STAY HE WANT TO PLAY!!!

wait why does lena want him murdered?

YES IT WONT TURN OFF!!!

wait cheer?

ew, i hate bonzo

ew…

HUG IT WHY ARE YOU HUGGING IT?

ohhhhh it looks not bad

JOEYS BOOTS????

OH MY GOD IS THAT WHO LENA WANTS DEAD?

OR THAT GUY WHOS STAG IT IS

2 “Just then the googly eyes turned to me,” im sorry but that will never not be funny. i am both disgusted by bonzo and think everything he does is hilarious.

oh god

ewwwwww

WHY ARE THEY LAUGHING? oh they didn’t know

wow dude i feel like that’s overkill bonbon

dut do

why is this SO visiral?

2 ugghhh i love the voice acting

His teeth are not soft

alex saying “bonzo…? bonzo bonzo?” is absolutely hilarious (although i don’t think it can top jonny’s “baaaaa”)

“none of us were left whole” WOW DUDE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKIN HAND?

AW SHIT

YEAH SUE EM! SUE EM TO HELL!

GWEN!

HAHA ALICE YES

AHHHH DYHARD MOMENT DYHARD MOMENT!!!

ALICE WAS SERIOUS!!!!

ALICE IS TRYING TO COMFORT GWEN AWWWWWWWW!!!

SERIOUS TALK!

THAT LITTLE GWEN LAUGH!!!!!

I WAS SO SCARED WE WOULDNT SEE GWEN

awww gwen getting her hopes up that alice isn’t fucking with her, so cute

YES!

[harlowtales]

Reader finds out she is pregnant and doesn’t want to stay hidden in Jack’s life. She gives him an ultimatum.

18+ Drama and Adult Themes/Sweet🤱🏽🤰🏽👶🏼

The news that you were pregnant had Jack over the moon, but he could tell it wasn’t what you wanted at this time “Its not the greatest timing but we’ll make it work.” He said as you were having a tense conversation about keeping it or not. You were holding the test wondering what to do.

“Look I’m not ready” you said. “It’s still early in the game. Why don’t we just take care of this quietly, and we can move on” you were always better at being pragmatic than he was.

“What the fuck are you telling me? What does take care of it quietly mean?” He felt anger starting to bubble up and wanted to remember the state you were in. He couldn’t imagine his mother finding out she almost had a grandchild. Plus he loved you. “Early in the game? This is not a game” he said pulling you close and rubbing your belly. “This is my daughter” he said lovingly.

“Whoah. How do know that?” You said pulling away a bit. “I’m not sure this is what I want Jack.” You saw Jack’s face change. You knew he was so confused and you were concerned he would blame you for derailing his career. White Men Can’t Jump was such a big hit that now he was getting offers left and right. Plus you had your own business going. A child was not in your plans. But it was Jack’s baby making this extra hard because you loved him so much.

“You would be a great mom” he said trying to reason with you. “You’re smart, we make enough money…”

“We don’t even live together Jack. We tried that remember? You said bitterly

“That’s because it became a frat house and the guys don’t even spend much time there anymore. With a baby around they would respect that.” He said “If we do this you have to move back in.” He insisted “Look at me please?” He tilted your chin up with his hand and looked into your eyes. You started tearing up. “What is it?” He pleaded “What can I do to change your mind?”

“Stop flirting for starters and we go public” You said decisively. You looked at him bracing for his protest as it was a constant issue. The way Jack acted everyone on the internet thought he was single and he never talked about you to the press. He sat there for a bit. What you were proposing was a total commitment. You had to play hardball. Jack had a history of being evasive. You didn’t want to hold a gun to his head, but you weren’t going to stay hidden as the mother of his child.

“Hardball huh?.” He said. “ It’s fair, but that means you cut all ties with old boy. No running to him if we hit a rough patch.” Jack countered. You sat there contemplating what to say. Guys never get completely rid of their options. If Jack thought you were falling for that he had another thing coming.

“Ok, lose the problem 3’s numbers. Unfollow them. Even you know who.” You shot back. He knew who the problem 3 were. If you were left without a safety net, he had to do the same. You weren’t worried about randoms, but these 3 girls had staying power causing problems in the past. You and one of them had come to a brief understanding but the other two were huge bitches always trying shit.

“Ok. Deal.” He said much easier than you thought.

“Ok?” You said surprised. “That was too easy” you thought suspiciously.

“To have my family together? My own family? Fuck them.” He said decidedly “They’re nothing but a headache anyway.”

You had prepared for more of a fight and didn’t know what to say. Jack saw how thrown off you were. And smirked a little feeling a sense of victory. “So….” He said pulling you back and unfolding your arms. You melted as you always did when he said sorry or saw something your way. “Soooo?” He asked planting a kiss on you. “Are you making me a father or not?”

You hesitated to answer. Your concerns were real, but you could tell he really wanted this. Jack was a family man and a determined man. He he was close to his family. You weren’t with yours. His family became yours. They took you in and always made you feel welcome. Lately you had even had some heart to hearts with his mom. She said she knew how Jack could get and said she would talk to him and set him straight. It really helped and Jack had been making more of an effort ever since. “My mom told me to get my shit together.” He said “I get it now and I want to be there for you… and our daughter.” He promised.

This had you in full in tears. He held you close now until you stopped sobbing. “I know you’re scared. You didn’t have a family, but I am not going to abandon you or our child. My mom would kill me!” He joked trying to lighten the mood as he always did. Jack couldn’t stand tension. He wiped the tears streaming down your face. “Are you wearing the makeup from your brand baby?” He asked

Jack was random but this was really random. “Uummm yeah” you said through your sniffles “Why?”

“Because none of your mascara is running with you crying! I can endorse this product. Unfortunately I have put it to the test.” He said giggling.

His blue eyes twinkled and dimples flashed beneath his beard that was a perfect combination of being scruffy yet manicured. He had you in the palm of his hand and you hated it. It was then you knew that you wanted with all your soul to see his baby with those eyes and that dimple that you would share. This was a whole life with him. “Jack” you finally said having calmed down.

“Yes baby?” He said

“Ok.” You said

“Ok!?” He said excitedly

“Yeah.” You said “Ok, let’s do this!”

“Holy fuck! I’m a dad?” He said looking at you with all the hope he ever had

“Yes. You’re a dad.” You said smiling rubbing your tummy with the pregnancy test still in your hands.

“Fuck yeah!!!!” He exclaimed loudly flinging you around “Oh shit sorry baby.” He said carefully putting you down. “I’m calling my mom, and Urban, and Clay.”

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