#dominic harrison fic

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Nothing Less Than True Romance

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Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, nervous boys, smut heavy chapter, past abuse, teasing, Dom's thicc ass, Dom's pretty uncut alpha cock, desperate boys, d/s undertones, Kells being a dom, Kells being a mouthy top, directions, hand jobs, blow jobs, talks about anal, talks about triggers, choking (with a cock), cunnilingus, masterbation, accidentally saying the wrong thing, crying, hormones, Dom being a caring alpha, Kells being a sneaky omega, accidental sex(?), body worship, enemies to lovers 💣 Rating: explicit

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

The closer the Alpha was to Colson's cock the faster his heart sped. They had fucked in the midst of a rough heat and rubbed off on each other like horny teens but this? This was on purpose, no question about it. The moment his Alpha touched him there he had to admit what he was. A needy omega who liked men. Well… one man. And fuck he was a pretty one.

“You cringing at the fhought of me? Ain't touched ya yet.” Dom teased as he settled on his stomach between his lover's legs. He could feel the apprehension, the man was obviously nervous but he understood. Col had been through hell too and they could be careful. They could take it slow.

“No. Shut the fuck up. I was cringing at the thought of your damn shoes on my bed. Plus, you've never done this. You might think you're supposed to use teeth or some shit.”

“You ain't?” Dom teased back, his crimson eyes wide with faux innocence. The color and scent of his desire in the room slightly ruined that picture.

“Dumbass.” Kells huffed but his partner surprised a laugh out of him when he turned to look over his shoulder.

“Don't look dumb.” The Alpha hummed, wiggling his hips till the ass in question bounced.

“Dummy thicc maybe.” The omega sighed under his breath and wondered for a moment what that ass would feel like wrapped around his dick. How against Alpha's was his, he wondered. Would Dom allow something like that? “You ever play with yourself?” He asked before he could help it. He knew the boy was mostly virginal but there was a chance… Besides, it gave him a moment to panic to himself. There was nothing wrong with being with a man but he had left over self hatred from his dad.

Dominic paused and tilted his head, he wasn't sure what his mate was asking. “Like…” He trailed off, moving one hand in a vulgar motion.

The hand signal was so close to Colson's cock he swore he could feel the fist around him and he had to swallow hard as he shook his head. “N-no. Your ass.”

“Oh. Um-” Without thinking Dom curled his palm around Col’s cock, as if he did it all the time. As if it wasn't some huge step between them. As if Kells wasn't battling internal homophobia. Or was it a form of misogyny? The omega jumped and bit his lip. He knew the bastard did that on purpose, he could feel his lover’s pride whether at his own sneakiness or Col’s reaction he wasn't sure. “I ‘ave a few times yeah. Jus' to see. Why?” His palm squeezed softly and he practiced a stroke. He was trying to act nonchalant but saliva was pooling on his tongue and he knew he was leaking a puddle of precum on the bed. His mate was going to be so upset.

Col could be honest or he could play a game. They had already crossed the starting line and he couldn't look away. It seemed obscene but he knew it was only the first step. “Was picturing my dick in your ass.” He didn't mean to be so blunt but he never had been good at faking demure. He'd acted as an Alpha so long it was part of him now.

“Oh. Yeah?” Dom's voice was breathy. He didn't know that was something either of them might want.

“Yeah.”

“‘Is dick?” The boy teased as he inched closer, flicking his tongue over the crown.

Colson's hands scrambled to find purchase in the sheets and he squeezed them to keep from bucking up. “Yeah. Would you want it?”

“Long as it's you and ‘is dick.” It was weirdly intimate and romantic and Col would have smiled if the freak didn't strike. Those plush lips sealed around his tip and his sharp tongue teased all it could reach. It was messy as soon as he started, spit dripping down his shaft. Dom was eager though and thorough as fuck. Beginner's luck he was sure.

“Mmm fuck- yeah. Just like that- look at you.” Kells had forgotten to warn his boy of one very specific thing- he was a mouthy bitch. The only reason he hadn't gone off when they had sex was that he'd been so gone from his heat but there was something about having someone blow him. About watching someone choke on his cock. “Good boy. Little more? Deeper? You can take it.” He rasped and was surprised when Dom didn't just obey but fucking moaned for him.

Dom was so fucked. He never had the chance to find out what he liked in bed so everything was a new experience between them. He knew deep down it was probably childhood trauma but hearing someone praise him was a rapture. He twirled his tongue around the edge of his mate's crown and sucked as much as he could. His knot was already pulsing where his cock rest against the bed and his hips were rolling in small sharp thrusts.

“You look so p-pretty like this. Good mmm- good boy. More. Just like that. Can I- fuck-” Kells couldn't finish his sentence so he tested the waters with a gentle push. When his Alpha choked and whined through his nose he couldn't help but groan.

Dom didn't know how to say yes, he couldn't seem to make himself pull off. Instead he rolled his gaze up to meet the other's and tried one small nod. When Colson just watched him he huffed softly and patted his hair before letting his mouth go slack. He might have been mostly virginal but he wasn't daft- normally- and he was desperate to let his omega to fuck his face.

Kells cursed under his breath and thanked whatever part of the universe blessed him with such a weird ass Alpha. As his fingers tangled in the boy's messy hair he caught his psycho bitch wink. “Ya know I was almost scared I'd miss pussy with you. But look at that fucking mouth. Already a slut. Taste good don't it?” He asked as he wrapped his long legs around Dom's chest.

The first thrust was careful and the Alpha rolled his eyes, but something warm and safe was happening in his mind. He could trust the man underneath him and he wanted his mate to feel comfortable with him too. Somewhere deep inside his mind he wanted to be used. It felt akin to when he finally let go and let his urges win. He was surrendering to Col's needs completely and it felt like the other side of the coin to his darker edge. He could be used for destruction and that's all he was used to but he could also play fuck doll to his mate and help the man through his fears.

Dom was too up in his head but with every tug of his hair he was sinking deeper and losing his train of thought. What the fuck was happening? What magic did Kells have over him? Slick smeared against his chest and the scent was intoxicating, he felt baptized anew in his mate's need. Colson's mouth never stopped and it almost made it Alpha blush. He'd never felt so complimented and debased. “Perfect fucking mouth. Shit- gonna- yeah, just like that. Hold your breath?” He barely warned before Dominic was choking on his dick. He didn't ask and he didn't retreat when the boy turned pink.

Col was in heaven, his nerves were washed away on a rush of wanttakeneed. Dom's throat was spasming, his body fighting for air, but the fucker trusted Kells so completely he knew he could let him pass out and he'd be thanked for the deed. It felt like too much power for one man, the thought of a leashed Yungblud, but the omega's favorite thing was control of a deadly weapon and power to do whatever the fuck he wished. For just a moment he wondered how he got so damn lucky but that too drifted away as he watched plush lips nearly kiss his inked skin. “Almost. Al- fucking hell- such a good bitch.”

Dom preened internally as his head went dizzy but he kept his lips tightly sealed. He hadn't meant to let the other man finish so soon but he knew the telltale signs. The taste of precum coated his tongue and the weight in his mouth was twitching. His own cock was throbbing so hard that he thought he might pass out but for the moment everything felt secondary. His fight or flight said he could die but the Alpha in him purred happily. His head tingled where his hair was pulled but pride welled in his chest when his lips met skin. “Fuck- oh god look at you- fucking-” Something must have worried his omega because Colson's voice went thready and he started to try and pull out. Dom tried to growl and press closer and his throat swallowed hard. “Fuck!”

Kells tried to be nice, he felt frantic as pleasure zinged up his spine but crimson eyes met his and he felt a chill at what he saw. It was Dom but… not. Somehow it didn't frighten him and instead just pushed him closer to that edge. When the bastard refused to move he couldn't help what happened next.

When white heat choked the Alpha his mate finally pulled him off. The last few drops landed on his tongue and he savored his lover's flavor as he panted for breath and grinned like the Cheshire cat down at his fucked out lover. As he waited for Col to regain his ability to speak he couldn't help but be drawn to the soft wet place between those long spread legs. The scent was so intense it felt like it was all he could breath or taste. It was thick on his tongue like he'd already licked and he wondered if now his mate might allow…

Colson jumped at the feeling of hot breath over his slippery wet folds and he felt himself clench tight around nothing. He didn't slam his legs closed but it was a near thing, if letting Dom blow him was a big step this was a jump over the damn grand canyon. “Fuck are you-” He stopped himself from being mean, this was exactly what the boy was supposed to do. He wasn't even doing anything yet, just breathing Col in. Fucking weirdo. He could almost see himself falling in love with him. Shit.

“You smell like sex.” Dom growled, his voice rough and scratchy and dripping desire. It made the omega's breath catch in his chest. He did that damage to the killer.

“Duh.” He huffed simply, his mind barely online. The bastard had just blown his mind, wasn't he supposed to find his own release? Was Dom ever selfish? He couldn't be the only demanding one, it might make him spoiled. Or worse... Make him think he needed to be nice.

“I'd like to taste you.” The Alpha tried to purr. It was a simple request that felt monumental.

“You just did.” Kells knew he was being a dick, his lover was being patient and calm and it bothered something in the older man. Maybe if he just fucking took but no, he was forcing Col to give consent at every turn. “What do you want?”

The question reminded Dom of their first time. He'd held the man down and demanded he give him explicit permission. If his mate wanted to play that game… “To taste ya cunt while I play wiv me’self. Wanna put me tongue inside you as deep as I can and preferably make you squirt on me face.”

The Alpha held such strong eye contact through his whole spiel that by the time he was done and licking his pillow lips of any remnant of cum and his own blood, all Kells could say was- “Oh.” He couldn't answer aloud, his heart was racing and the bastard was choking him right back with his own speeding pulse stuck in his throat. What he could do was grip the pillow next to him and hold it against his chest but Dom took that too and tossed it aside.

“Fuck tha’. I wanna ‘ear you scream.”

“Cocky fuck.”

Dom just smirked and swiped his fingers through the mess of slick on his chest before he flicked his tongue obscenely around them to prove his point. Maybe he had a reason to be cocky. “Is there anything on you not weirdly perfectly sized for porn?”

Dom snorted a laugh and choked on his own digits but the human moment soothed a little of the raging nerves in Colson's chest. “Look in a mirror luv.”

Kells shrugged but he couldn't snark back as his Alpha started to move in again. Their eyes locked as his breath hit wet skin and when the omega didn't move to stop him again he let himself relax. With the first taste he knew nothing could ever compare. He had no idea what he was doing but he let himself take it slow and explore. The tip of his tongue traced blushed quivering wet skin from the omega's ass to his balls. Occasionally he let himself slip between and circle his hole but mostly he was just learning the shape of his mate and what made him whimper. It wasn't long before the man's legs were trembling and threatening to close around his head.

Where Col had been a mouthy bitch about his cock this felt different. He didn't know what he liked and he couldn't direct the boy anywhere. His inner walls spasmed every time Dom teased, his tongue nearly dipping inside over and over. The omega had never even played with himself besides the night he met the younger man and he didn't think that counted. Of course he liked his g-spot touched, that felt like a given, but Dom just wouldn't go inside. He shook when the boy sealed his lips against his hole and sucked before the fucker pulled back and spit pink tinged slick into his palm. Kells watched with round eyes as Dom wiggled his hand under himself and when that tell tale sticky wet sound hit his ears he knew he turned pink.

The Alpha groaned and pulled back enough to speak. Everything felt overwhelming and he knew he wouldn't last long but he needed to check in. The difference in his mate was too stark. “Wha’ you need?”

“I don't know.” Col whispered honestly. “It feels-” He flushed hotter but he couldn't finish the compliment. “Deeper?”

Dominic nodded and fought his deep aching need to shove his cock where it belonged. He wouldn't be like that, they had to learn each other first, but fuck it was hard to battle instincts. “Can I go inside?”

“With what?” The fear was immediate but he trusted Dom. It was a knee jerk reaction he knew they could overcome.

“Me tongue. Tha's all. Or you could touch ya’self?” Somehow his pride wasn't wounded that he might not make his lover scream. He knew they had time to find out what drove each other wild. This was about so much more than that. This was about making his mate feel loved- something Dom had never tried to do before. He'd never built trust in that way or cared to connect. So much was so new to them both.

The butterflies in Colson's stomach threatened to make him sick but the need rushing through him was stronger. He could see his own desire dripping down the Alpha's face. He wasn't ready to touch himself again, that felt too close to admitting what he was which admitted what grew between them- literally- but he could admit something he wanted. “Show me your dick. Sit back.”

Dom's brow arched but of course he obeyed. He settled back on his ankles and inched closer as Kells spread his legs. They both froze for a moment when the shiny pink tip of Dom's cock brushed his folds. It was an accident but they both felt wetter at the touch. “Fuck m’sorry.” The boy muttered but Col could tell it was just as torturous for the younger man as it was for him to keep their puzzle pieces from slotting together. Shit, why were they being careful?

“Why aren't we fucking again? It's not like I can get more-” He stopped himself short and grit his teeth but he knew the fucker read between the lines by the smile on his face. “Would you just shut the fuck up and put something inside me before I make you?” He felt the mistake as he said it and his heart dropped but his lover just shook his head as if to say it was okay. He caught the slight fall of a smile though and it made his heart ache. Here Dom was trying so hard to be careful of his limits and he just bulldozed over his. Fuck.

Dominic wondered if everyone had to be so careful, if all sex was a journey of learning each other. He didn't think so, he was pretty sure they were just a special matching set of mental issues but he wouldn't let it mess anything up between them. When he caught the shine of tears in his omega's eyes he let go of his cock and moved to crawl over him. For just a moment he didn't even notice how close they were again. He was too concerned about Col’s emotional state. Could he start blaming hormones yet or was it all on him? He supposed either way it was his fault. “‘Ey, you okay. Did I do summat wrong?” His voice was soft and rasped but Colson just scoffed.

“Did you? Fuck you. You have to tell me when I push it. We literally just talked about this shit. I'm sorry.” Kells sniffled but the pretty bastard just grinned. It was like he wasn't used to anyone caring. Maybe he wasn't. Fuck.

“We good. You can make me do whatever you want. Use me. I trust you.” At Dom's soft words Colson gasped, those three little words were almost worse than the others. Didn't he just prove he couldn't be trusted to censor himself? “‘Ey, stop tha’. Can feel ya brain. Be nice.” He huffed, pressing a still bloody and slick wet kiss to Col’s lips. Another. His cum covered tongue swiped across the seam of his lips and the next noises between them were soft whimpers.

Kells pulled the younger man flush against him and when he felt his lover's cock ghost his folds again his hips bucked up to chase him. They were both so wet they slipped against each other but Dom was still trying to hold himself back. Col threw his leg around the boy’s waist and tried grinding his core against the ridge of his Alpha's knot. As their tongues met and their breathing sped he kept inching closer to what they both so obviously needed.

“I were trying to wait.” Dom panted and Colson answered by biting his lower lip and sucking it between his own. “I- we shouldn't. Not yet.” His voice was as broken as he felt. The feel of Col’s hot wet cunt was too much. The omega made it to the tip of his dick, his hole catching and waiting there. It was torture. It was too much. It wasn't like the sociopath was good at self control.

“Are you waiting for me or for you?” Colson's voice was trembling as much as his body and his desire burned in his belly like fire. The look of need Dom gave him was a beautiful sight but he felt the man struggling against himself.

Dominic took a loud breath, something more akin to a groan. “Boff. You.” He admitted, he was having trouble remembering why though.

“And if I need more?”

“Fucking ‘ell-” The words were choked out as the Alpha released the last of his self control and their bodies moved fast in tandem. Dom bucked up and Colson thrust down and their shared breath sounded almost like a shout.

Kells didn't berate his shaking mate for his size or anything else. For once he couldn't find anything to complain about. The stretch was intense and overwhelming but somehow still felt exactly where they belonged. Dom’s arms wrapped tight around him as their sweat wet bodies slid against each other in a sticky loud mess. There wasn't an inch between them and Dom barely pulled out before rocking back in.

It felt slow and desperate, their holds tight and bodies weak for each other. It wasn't a push-pull but they met in the middle and their gazes never left the other except to blink away sweat. They couldn't kiss anymore, they could barely breathe. They just held on and swayed together as their pleasure built closer to release.

Every catch of Dom's crown against his spot had Colson nearly breaking, there was a knot of heat in his belly pulling tight and putting pressure where he wasn't used to it yet. The Alpha was going to get what he wanted but it wouldn't be on his face. “I'm-” He tried to speak but he couldn't and thankfully his mate seemed to understand.

“Please?” Dom was so close it ached but he wanted to watch his lover's pleasure and it was as if Kells had been waiting for just that word. His golden eyes went wide and his lips parted on a gasp. His body trembled in the Alpha's hold as he came for the man just as he asked. He could feel his own need rushing through his veins but he tried to keep his forming knot from slipping inside as Col gushed for him and made the slide so fucking smooth.

“P-please?” The omega pleaded right back, his leg tightening behind Dom's back.

“But the b-” He didn't get to finish his worry before his mate was grinding them tight. They shared a breathy moan as their bodies locked together and Dom’s cock jerked hard as he filled his lover's womb somehow fuller.

“Shut the fuck up.” Col teased, trying to kiss his boy into submission. It wasn't like they could separate without damage.

“Pushy bastard.”

“You love it.”

And even though it confused everything inside the sociopath, he knew his mate was correct. He didn't just love it, he loved Colson. He loved his mate. He wisely kept the revelation to himself, they both liked his knot too much to risk the man trying to pull away. “Eh. Maybe.” He teased instead and they shared a strangely gentle kiss for two normally rough men.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 🖤

So I'm not sure this is up to my usual standards but I'm pretty sick today so I hope it's okay. I love them being needy and gentle though. I honestly thought they would just play but Kells was insistent they do more 🤭 I hope you enjoyed it! 💣🖤

[rockstarlwt28]

THURSDAY TEASER

‘A personal serenade?’ Louis queries, taken aback. 

He watches Dom wordlessly confirm his suspicion; tugging at the edges of his waistcoat once seated in front of the instrument. The teacup balances on the far corner; the liquid mostly drained. Fingers poise above the keys and a breath of composure is released. His eyes flutter closed all while his fingertips tickle the ivories. It's a calming melody, the pitching of tones complimenting the next. 

Their eyes meet, though the flow in ambience remains. Louis is astounded by the natural ability. His complimentary applause and whistles on the final note cause Dom's cheeks to faintly taint.

‘A kiss would have sufficed, though the award-winning applause, mimicking a whole room of people exceeded any expectations I could have ever imagined,’ Dom compliments, residing his hands at Louis’ hips once heightened in posture. 

written for @louisrarepairfest

[cockpunchlore]

𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓭𝓾𝓼𝓽

ps. its very roughly edited 

Synopsis:

Colson's jacket wrapped around him like a cloud of smoke its scents blended into his own and finally he smelt home.

Then they ran.

Down the pathway, over the barriers, and through the crowd that split; a hallway just for them. They kept running though. Way past the cameras and the cars and the dimly lit streets of shops long closed.

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They ran until roads turned from grey dust to blades of wet grass spilled mud onto their shoes.

And somewhere along that track their hands had clasped together. Knuckles glew white their grip only tightening when Dom's foot tumbled over the pothole. They held on until rain turned to a sprinkle and then trickled to nothing at all.

That’s when they finally stopped running.

Colson’s face looked up at the sky, and Dom looked at the way it glowed under the moonlight.

He didn’t dare let his eyes drift down as he took in the way the rapper lit his cigarette. Front left pocket, two shakes, a flick of a thumb opening the top with the Newport sign. 

This was when he shifted his gaze from the blanket of stars and onto the pack of smokes in his hand, lifting it up and using the thumb to guide one up to his lips. The other tightened their hold on Dom’s hand for a  moment longer before letting it fall from his grip.

Dom’s eyes fell then too, head dipping down as he tried to breathe in the fleeting scent of the jacket and the moments before that suddenly felt ephemeral at best. 

Dom barely registered the click click and the sound of the flame coming to life, only looking up in time to see colson breathe out a cloud of smoke and close his eyes to the stars.

He looked like an angel then. head turned to the stars, golden hair shone against the night, moonlight turned smoke clouds blue and folded them into wings for only moments before they vanished yet again.

Inches away he could almost taste him. The liquor on his lips and the cologne against his neck that had faded with droplets of rain and sweat which only made his shirt cling tighter against his body and his skin glow in the dim light.  

He fought his urge to keep looking.

“the moon looks lovely tonight”

His eyes were still closed.

He wished he said more.

And the same words echoed in the younger man’s head.

“Can I kiss you?”

Colson's gaze shifted down from the skies and finally met Dom’s own. Eyes closed shut, he had drifted, disappearing into his thoughts all fogging up into clouds of Dom that for just an instant he forgot he was standing right there beside him. 

And he had asked if he could kiss him. Or had he just imagined that?

“What?” he spoke so lightly, words barely touching the night air and he held his breathe as he prayed he’d heard right.

“ca- it doesn’t- I’m sorry” Dom mustered up and chuckled expressionlessly at the ground.

Of course it mattered. And sorry was a stupid thing to say. It was a little better than repeating his previous words which would have been the more foolish route since Colson had obviously given him an easy out. 

He wished that he could’ve just shut the fuck up and let his mind think things through for once without letting his emotions spill over.

Dom was surprised, to say the least when he felt the ground shift between the two and dirty chuck taylors edged closer with each step.

It was only a matter of time before slender fingers brushed over his cheekbones and soon a gentle hand combed away clumps of blue hair and red from his face still damp from the rain. The metal rings landed burning against his skin when Colson traced his thumb along his jawline and finally looked up into the icy blues of the man before him.

He took in his last puff of smoke, cigarette bud burning to a finish somewhere in the space between them. But neither cared much about that as Dom’s lip grazed over Colson sucking the smoke out from his lips before watching it disappear into the night air as he breathed out.

“so what did you say before”

The sudden rush of confidence left him all too soon and Dom was nervous all over again.

“what do you mean?”

he breathed in only Colson

“you know, the thing, that you overcorrected”

“I didn’t overcorrect anything”

“I actually believe you did”

They spoke in only whispers now so that even in the empty field not even the trees would hear their midnight mumbles. 

They breathed the same breath, faces so close their noses touched and with stardust in their eyes they took each other in. and it was then Dom felt ready to repeat those words again.

“Can I kiss you?”

“See I thought you said that the first time”

“fuck off”, Colson couldn’t help his smirk from turning into a smile. Or at least he hoped it was a smile and didn’t look like the giggly grin of a girl on her first date because if he could describe what he was feeling inside that about explained it.

He wondered if Dom could hear his heartbeat. Or feel it radiating from the palm of his hand onto the curve of his jaw or a sharp sizzling to the soft stubble against his cheek. Colson was just moments away from kissing Dom when his stubbornness inevitably took the best of him. 

He had asked if he could kiss Colson. 

He would wait.

At least that’s what he told himself as he let his thumb retrace their steps over the younger man’s face. His touch lingered when he reached his lips seconds longer before letting his finger slip inside. 

A moment was all I took, merely, a few glances . And then Dom was moving a final step closer and pushing his finger two knuckles deeper. He could only let out a shaky breath and watch as the smirk found itself on the lips of the boy below him.

lips wrapped around Colson’s thumb pushing up from the base and licking up to the top knuckle and biting down, hard. 

He only had time to let out a wince before a warm tongue circled around the bite mark smoothing over the pain. 

His brain was clouded, again, with the thoughts of this boy, except this time he let himself imagine the things he wanted to do to him. Time seemed to go by both too slowly and all too fast, minutes turned into hours and into barely split seconds all at once. He only half hoped his friend didn’t notice how hard he was for him already.

Dom let the finger fall from his lips with a pop and pretended not to notice the string of spit that connected the two, but he remembered the way it made Colson gaze down at it with his mouth ajar.

Pushing up on his toes, Dom closed the remaining distance between the two.

and he tasted just like heaven.

 ao3

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Mirror, Mirror - Alfons x f!reader, Elbert x f!Reader [smut] Tags: Guided Touching; Voyeurism; Strip Tease; Dom/sub Undertones; Vaginal Fingering; Dirty Talk; Come play; Masturbation; Come Marking

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 😘- A kiss on the cheek

••• ━━━━━Elbert Greetia

Mirror, Mirror - Alfons x f!reader, Elbert x f!Reader [smut] Tags: Guided Touching; Voyeurism; Strip Tease; Dom/sub Undertones; Vaginal Fingering; Dirty Talk; Come play; Masturbation; Come Marking

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event:🧵- A hand-made craft

••• ━━━━━Ellis Twilight

Cooldown [smut] Tags: Semi-Public Sex; Temperature Play; Oral Sex; Cunnilingus; Sexual Tension

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 😘- A kiss on the cheek ; 🫂- A warm hug ; 🫂- A warm hug (2) ; 🍬- Slip heart-shaped candy in their pocket

••• ━━━━━Jude Jazza

ficlets from my 1500 followers celebration event: 💋 - Demand for a kiss, right here, right now

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 😘- A kiss on the cheek ; 🟫 - Kabedon them against the nearest wall ; 💋 - Pull them in for a sudden fierce kiss

••• ━━━━━Roger Barel

A Little Gift [smut] Tags: Implied Alfons Sylvatica/Reader; Open Relationships; Butt Plugs; Implied Anal Sex; Sex Toys; Object Insertion; Desk Sex; Not Wearing Underwear; Breast Play; Nipple Play; Fondling; Dominance; Vaginal Sex; Rough Sex; Angry Sex; Creampie

ficlets from my 1500 followers celebration event: 🙏 - Warm their hands between yours

••• ━━━━━Victor

Feather Touch [smut] Tags: Feather Play; Tickling; Pillow Fights; Neck Kissing; Teasing; Light Sadism; Slight knifeplay; Begging; Multiple Orgasms; Vaginal Sex; Creampie; Aftercare; Post-sex Cuddles

Sinful Desires [smut] Tags: Overnight Trips; Crimes & Criminals; Mentions of Dungeons; Baking Together; Jealousy; Humor; Competition; Kissing; Biting; Mentions of Knife play; Kitchen Sex; Oral Sex; Cunnilingus; Gentle Sex; Embarrassment; Hair-pulling; Hair Kink; Hand Kink; Finger Sucking; Table Sex; Victor briefly makes reader imagine a dangerous situation; Creampie; Post-sex cuddles; Aftercare

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 😘- A kiss on the cheek

••• ━━━━━Darius Vogel

••• ━━━━━Nica Schwartz

••• ━━━━━Ring Schwartz

[allwaswell16]

I'm so sorry, but for the first time in 5 years, I just don't have it in me to do an episode of Fanfictional this month. If possible, I'll be back with a new episode next month. But I do want to acknowledge the wonderful One Direction fics I read this month as well as some I revisited for comfort. Thank you so much to these amazing fic writers who have entertained me or given me some respite. For more new fics, check out this month's fic roundup here

- Louis / Harry -

🧡 Stand on Holy Ground (series) by @wishingforloushair

(E, 17k, religion kink) Louis comes back to confess again, and Harry has an idea of how Louis can show God his devotion. 

🧡 My Spiteful Ballerina by sweetkalachuchi / @neverforpickles

(M, 7k, omegaverse) Four times Harry wanted an explanation of Louis' hatred toward him, and one time Louis gives in, in Louis' fashion.

🧡 Die Without the Taste of You by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

(E, 6k, part 2 of Vampire Harry/Human Louis One Shots) the one where human Louis might push his vampire boyfriend a little too far, but it works out in the end

🧡 Ain't a Drop of Bad Blood by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

(E, 4k, part 3 of Vampire Harry/Human Louis One Shots) the one where human Louis is being haunted by a spirit, and he's reluctant to ask his vampire boyfriend for help

🧡 Alone and Back Again by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(T, 4k, omegaverse) what does one do when a feral alpha shows up in town ready to be executed?

🧡 The Shadow by babyhoneyhslt / @babyhoneyheslt

(G, 666 words, dark Louis) Harry should've listened. He should've stayed inside.

- Rare Pairs -

🧡 That's Happiness To Me by @louislittletomlintum

(E, 24k, Zayn/Louis/Liam) Louis’ mind was whirring. He’d wanted to try and get with Liam tonight, but now a new, better idea was forming. Getting Liam with Zayn, if possible, would be something of a dream come true.

🧡 It’s a Craving Not a Crush by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

(E, 9k, Liam/Louis) the one where Liam and Louis are best bros who end up getting married so that Liam has the insurance he needs to go to rehab. Now that he’s sober, they can get divorced. But do they want to?

🧡 I'm the Big Fish by @lululawrence

(NR, 5k, Louis/Pedro Pascal) After an awkward moment at a party he wasn't actually invited to, Louis keeps running into the incredibly attractive Pedro Pascal. Somehow, it's Pedro who manages to keep making a fool of himself

🧡 Spirits by itsraininginengland / @ilovellama14

(E, 4k, Louis/Oscar Isaac) Edwardian music hall performer Louis Tomlinson meets the newest act in the show, the American magician Oscar Isaac. Romance, smut and a seance ensue.

🧡 Ci Ci Leu by @persephoneflouwers

(M, 3k, Louis & His Band) Written for the prompt «bread van fic reimagined with all the guys in Louis’ band».

🧡 Glitz, Glammer, Top Hats, Cigars and Suits by @rockstarlwt28

(NR, 3k, Louis/Dominic Harrison (Yungblud) When Isla found a love for the melody formed by a strumming of strings, Louis didn't expect to fall equally in love with his daughter’s guitar teacher, Dominic Harrison.

🧡 I regret you all the time by @disgruntledkittenface

(E, 2k, Louis/Prince William) Louis’ friends don’t understand, and they wouldn’t even if he explained. But every time William texts, Louis drops everything to go see him.

- For Comfort -

🧡 You're Not My Type (still I fall) by Imogenlee / @imogenleewriter

(M, 38k, omegaverse) This is just a bit of rain; it'll blow over. Then Harry will just... well, alright, he isn't entirely sure what to do when the rain stops because he'll still be stuck and lost. 

🧡  The Journal by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou, RecycledStardust / @wait4ever

(G, 14k, soulmates au) When Harry finds himself purchasing an antique journal in the ancient bookshop of a town he’s never heard of, he doesn’t exactly want to admit that he has no idea how he got there.

🧡 Just Your Jinx by @larryatendoftheday

(T, 10k, witch au) Harry Styles may or may not have accidentally jinxed his extremely fit new neighbor, and it's not so easy to make things right.

🧡 Court Wine by @enchantedlandcoffee , red_panda28 / @red-pandaaa

(T, 7k, omegaverse) after a misunderstanding during a scrabble game, Alpha Louis starts courting Omega Harry without the latter being aware of it.

🧡 Have Me And Hold Me by @letsjustsee

(NR, 5k, established relationship)  a wedding day AU in which Louis will let nothing stand in the way of a perfect day - especially a little rain.

🧡 Good-Old Fashioned Lover Boy by not_fitzwilliam / @not-fitzwilliam-darcy

(NR, 5k, omegaverse) When a miscalculated decision leads to an accidental courtship with the sweetest, most gentle alpha, Harry is torn between breaking the alpha's heart and telling the truth. 

🧡 Pretty and Preposterous by @brightlyharry

(NR, 5k, neighbors) Harry donates a copy of Pride and Prejudice to his little free library. He never expects what comes next.

🧡 Stealing Flowers by @lululawrence

(NR, 4k, meet cute) the one where Louis pines after the Sexy Stranger on the Subway and almost asks him out. That's when the strange posters start showing up around Brooklyn.

🧡 Choo-Choose Me by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(G, 3k, Liam/Louis) Liam is a commuter with a crush. Louis is the chirpy ticket inspector who occasionally mans the drinks trolley and sometimes makes announcements, his broad Yorkshire accent fighting the outdated train speakers.

[1dmonthlyficroundup]

— 1D Monthly Fic Roundup —

Hi, and welcome to the 1D Monthly Fic Roundup for October 2024! Below you’ll find 1D fics that were all published this month. We hope you’ll check out these new fics! If you would like to submit your own fic, please check this post on how to submit or visit our blog @1dmonthlyficroundup​. You can find all our other posts here.

Happy reading!

＊ Impactful by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou [T, 2k, Louis/Harry]

Having “packs” sort of belonged to the past, but it wasn’t entirely unheard of to move in with a bunch of friends as adults. It was practical in many ways: there would almost always be somebody home to receive packages, they could divvy up the house work and share living costs, they would always have friends around and if any of them had children, their aunties and uncles could look after them!

So. It wasn’t unheard of. But it was definitely a thing they would be called hippies for. In fact, almost all of them had already been called hippies and weirdos for it.

＊ Travel Blog Entry #28 by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou [G, 89 words, Harry/Louis]

Harry and Louis return home from a holiday. The last post on their travel blog is this poem.

＊ Hold Me Like A Grudge by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou [G, 890 words, Louis/Harry]

You can press your lips to someone’s skin and know this is the last time.

＊ And Now I'm Falling For You by @enchantedlandcoffee [T, 711 words, Harry/Louis]

“What did you do?!” Louis exclaimed as he waded out of the water, Harry hot on his heels. “I tried to save you! You know, this is the part where you tell me I’m your hero, and then you-” “And then I what, Styles? Shower you with kisses? Get a freaking grip, Harry. We’re not in one of your ‘old-school musicals’ with cheesy background music and full on choreographed dancing! This is reality and you just ruined my chances of riding one of the biggest waves the town had ever seen!” “Well, I’m sorry for not wanting to watch my best friend drown because he was too stubborn to admit that the bloody sea was too dangerous for him to surf in.” “That’s not what was happening and you know it.”

OR Snapshots of A Teen Beach Movie Larry AU with a twist

＊ I regret you all the time by @disgruntledkittenface [E, 3k, Louis/William Prince of Wales]

Louis’ friends don’t understand, and they wouldn’t even if he explained. But every time William texts, Louis drops everything to go see him.

＊ I'm the Big Fish by @lululawrence [NR, 5k, Louis/Pedro Pascal]

Pedro laughed with the man in front of him who… oh god. Was that Oscar Isaac? Louis wasn’t going to survive if he was left in this room with those two for long. He should probably make his exit, except then Pedro started doing some sort of freestyle it looked like while Oscar cheered him on. Louis couldn’t help but chuckle and was trying to hide his smile as he watched on when Pedro turned and looked directly at Louis, freezing when he did so.

After an awkward moment at a party he wasn't actually invited to, Louis keeps running into the incredibly attractive Pedro Pascal. Somehow, it's Pedro who manages to keep making a fool of himself, causing Louis to grow increasingly more confused at his behavior while also feeling more drawn to him. Maybe someday they'll be able to manage a moment that doesn't end in one of them feeling the need to run from the room in order to escape the other.

＊ Glammer, Top Hats, Cigars and Suits by @rockstarlwt28 [NR, 3k, Louis/Dominic Harrison | Yungblud]

Based in the 1920s - Alternate Universe.

When Isla found a love for the melody formed by a strumming of strings, Louis didn't expect to fall equally in love with his daughter’s guitar teacher, Dominic Harrison.

＊ Bouncing off the Wall by @signofcomfort [G, 34k, Louis/Harry]

Harry Styles is Louis' self-declared enemy, but it doesn't help that they are neighbours and their families are friends.

＊ Spirits by itsraininginengland / @ilovellama14 [E, 4k, Louis/Oscar Isaac]

A one shot set in and Edwardian music hall. Prompt from and written for the Louis rarepair fest. This was a challenge and a pleasure to write.

Edwardian music hall performer Louis Tomlinson meets the newest act in the show, the American magician Oscar Isaac. Romance, smut and a seance ensue. Also featuring best friend wing man Harry Styles.

＊ That's Happiness To Me by @louislittletomlintum [E, 24k, Zayn/Liam/Louis]

“Seems we’ve got a little conundrum on our hands,” Louis murmured into Zayn’s ear, feeling his hands settle back on his waist and pressing a little closer.

“Mm. Seems we do,” Zayn responded, and Louis liked to think his voice was at least a bit intrigued.

Louis’ mind was whirring. He’d wanted to try and get with Liam tonight, but now a new, better idea was forming. Getting Liam with Zayn, if possible, would be something of a dream come true. It would maybe blow Liam’s tiny brain, but sometimes you had to make sacrifices for good things to happen.

“Do you wanna try pull him together?” Louis asked Zayn curiously, grinning against his skin when he felt his hands grip tighter.

＊ It’s a Craving Not a Crush by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28 [E, 9k, Liam/Louis]

All around him, his coworkers have started pulling out their chosen lunches. And Liam does the same, reaching down to the backpack at his feet and pulling out the Tupperware of leftover spaghetti he’d packed this morning.

When he sets it on the table he notices a little neon pink post it note on the lid that he didn’t remember being there before. Written on the note in messy scrawl it says: Have a wonderful day husband! Can’t wait to suck you off when you get home!! XOXO -Lou.

Liam feels his face go bright red again as he hastily rips off the note and crumples it in his fist. He glances around the table, but thankfully no one seems to be paying him any attention. They’re all wrapped up in their own food items or listening to whatever their boss is talking about.

(Or the one where Liam and Louis are best bros who end up getting married so that Liam has the insurance he needs to go to rehab. Now that he’s sober, they can get divorced. But do they want to?)

- Fic Fests -

＊ 1D Alpha Louis Fest / @1dalphalouisfest / Masterpost

Fics that involve Alpha Louis Tomlinson

＊ 1D Flower Fest / @1d-flower-fest / Masterpost

A fest dedicated to inspiring fics and artwork about flowers in the 1D fandom.

[god-has-entered-my-body]

Hey Lena, LOVE your work so much!!! Could you potentially do a Harrison Patrick Smith fic or a threesome one one with him, matty and reader? I would devour that! xx

okay okay i do have a few thoughts on this!

alright so for harrison i definitely see him into bondage because Duh ties and have you seen that man. WHORE he loves getting tied to the bedposts but specifically facedown, face shoved into crumpled sheets and sharp fingernails trailing down his back leaving delicious red streaks that frame the protruding bones of his spine. maybe you purr seductively into his ear, whispering filthy promises while watching his hips buck pathetically and listening to how his breathing becomes more and more unsteady.

he could swear you'd turned up the temperature, his body overheating with every passing second. He's grateful for you letting him shed his jacket before ripping his tie off of him and making good use of it around his wrists. the burn as it rubs against his skin makes the boy groan into the pillows, the material scratching at his skin yet he's too blissed out to care. when he finally feels your chest press up against his back, and oh, he's a goner; cock twitching in his plaid boxers, leaking against the thin fabric. your lips find his earlobe, gently biting down as he screws his eyes shut in pure pleasure, so turned on he can barely think.

you cant help but slip your fingers into his mouth at that exact moment, relishing in the way his eyes roll back and throat constricts at the sudden intrusion, the sounds of his gagging and sputtering like music to your ears. your fingers slick with his spit, slowly trailing down the expanse of his back, you start toying with the waistband of his underwear. the feeling of your body weight pinning him down drives the boy mad, his hands yanking and pulling at the restraints in a futile attempt to gain some power only makes him realise exactly how powerless he really is against you.

"mhmm pretty boy, so tense," you dig your nails into his lower back, the sudden rush of pain through his body making him yelp loudly. you chuckle at his involuntary reaction, your response only making him feel smaller underneath you. oh, how absolutely perfect he is. but you go lower, slipping your hand underneath his boxers and groping his ass harshly. a quiet moan escapes him at your actions, your ego swelling at just how reactive he is. "please," is the only word he offers up, hips twitching against your lower body as you trace little shapes with your hand, slick with his spit.

"want me to touch you baby? want sm'thing more from mommy?" the nickname makes his whole body shiver, and he nods his head frantically, whining into the pillow. you know its wet, drool and maybe even tears having stained it already. you can't help but grin, pressing soft kisses to his neck and back as your dominant hand moves down to circle his hole, so, so fucking ready for you already.

the soft "a-ah" that graces your ears as you push one finger in makes desire pool in your underwear, soaking almost completely through. you admire how well he takes it, shaking and unable to control his noises as the stretch burns deliciously, all the muscles in his body tensing at the sensation as you push deeper. "doing so well for me sweetheart, taking it so good for mommy. just like you're meant to, isn't that right baby?"

the brunette can only groan at your words, crying out when you crook your fingers slightly, hitting that sweet spot deep inside of him. finally, he cracks.

"f-fuck, oh god y'so good- shit." you smile at his stuttering, your tongue finding the dip between his shoulder blades as sucking diligently, leaving a small purple bruise behind. "please, please more- fuck, feels so good youresofuckinggoodohmygod-" you listen to him slur his words, pleasure taking over every inch of his body and the more vocal he becomes, the wetter your underwear gets.

something makes you want to finish him off, get him on his back with his face between your legs, giving you what you so desperately want- no, need. but playing the long game appeals even more, and you slow down, pulling out halfway.

"what no- please baby don't-" he pleads with you, and you can practically feel the tears pool in his eyes at the sudden loss. you dont give him a chance to beg, yanking his hair and shoving his teary face into the pillows once more, his shoulders and neck aching wonderfully at the sudden change in position.

"you'll take what i give you angel, nothing more, nothing less." you smile even bigger at the boys small nod, fighting the urge to snap back at you, even if its the last thing he wants. as for the rest of your night together? god only knows how much fun you had with your little toy, whining and pathetic, ready to obey every order <3

[louisrarepairfest]

LOUIS RARE PAIR FEST 2024

A rare pair fest for all Louis Tomlinson rare pairs! Thank you to all of this year's amazing writers! Please remember to leave kudos and comments on these rare pair fics if you read and enjoy them! We'll be back in 2025 for another round! And a massive thank you to all of the rare pair readers as well!

M A S T E R P O S T

🫐 I regret you all the time by @disgruntledkittenface

[E, 3k, Louis/William Prince of Wales, fic post]

Louis’ friends don’t understand, and they wouldn’t even if he explained. But every time William texts, Louis drops everything to go see him.

🫐 I'm the Big Fish by @lululawrence

[NR, 5k, Louis/Pedro Pascal, fic post]

Pedro laughed with the man in front of him who… oh god. Was that Oscar Isaac? Louis wasn’t going to survive if he was left in this room with those two for long. He should probably make his exit, except then Pedro started doing some sort of freestyle it looked like while Oscar cheered him on. Louis couldn’t help but chuckle and was trying to hide his smile as he watched on when Pedro turned and looked directly at Louis, freezing when he did so. After an awkward moment at a party Louis wasn't actually invited to, Louis keeps running into the incredibly attractive Pedro Pascal. Somehow, it's Pedro who manages to make a fool of himself, causing Louis to grow increasingly more confused at his behavior while also feeling more drawn to him. Maybe someday they'll be able to manage a moment that doesn't end in one of them feeling the need to run from the room in order to escape the other.

🫐 Glitz, Glammer, Top Hats, Cigars and Suits by @rockstarlwt28

[NR, 3k, Louis/Yungblud (Dominic Harrison), fic post]

Based in the 1920s - Alternate Universe. When Isla found a love for the melody formed by a strumming of strings, Louis didn't expect to fall equally in love with his daughter’s guitar teacher, Dominic Harrison.

🫐 Spirits by itsraininginengland / @ilovellama14

[E, 4k, Louis/Oscar Isaac, fic post]

A one shot set in and Edwardian music hall. Prompt from and written for the Louis rarepair fest. This was a challenge and a pleasure to write. Edwardian music hall performer Louis Tomlinson meets the newest act in the show, the American magician Oscar Isaac. Romance, smut and a seance ensue. Also featuring best friend wing man Harry Styles.

🫐 Ci Ci Leu by persephoneflouwers

[M, 3k, Louis & Louis' band/crew, fic post]

Written for the prompt «bread van fic reimagined with all the guys in Louis’ band».

🫐 That's Happiness To Me by @louislittletomlintum

[E, 24k, Zayn/Liam/Louis, fic post]

“Seems we’ve got a little conundrum on our hands,” Louis murmured into Zayn’s ear, feeling his hands settle back on his waist and pressing a little closer. “Mm. Seems we do,” Zayn responded, and Louis liked to think his voice was at least a bit intrigued.Louis’ mind was whirring. He’d wanted to try and get with Liam tonight, but now a new, better idea was forming. Getting Liam with Zayn, if possible, would be something of a dream come true. It would maybe blow Liam’s tiny brain, but sometimes you had to make sacrifices for good things to happen. “Do you wanna try pull him together?” Louis asked Zayn curiously, grinning against his skin when he felt his hands grip tighter.

🫐 It’s a Craving Not a Crush by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

[E, 9k, Louis/Liam, fic post]

All around him, his coworkers have started pulling out their chosen lunches. And Liam does the same, reaching down to the backpack at his feet and pulling out the Tupperware of leftover spaghetti he’d packed this morning. When he sets it on the table he notices a little neon pink post it note on the lid that he didn’t remember being there before. Written on the note in messy scrawl it says: Have a wonderful day husband! Can’t wait to suck you off when you get home!! XOXO -Lou. Liam feels his face go bright red again as he hastily rips off the note and crumples it in his fist. He glances around the table, but thankfully no one seems to be paying him any attention. They’re all wrapped up in their own food items or listening to whatever their boss is talking about. (Or the one where Liam and Louis are best bros who end up getting married so that Liam has the insurance he needs to go to rehab. Now that he’s sober, they can get divorced. But do they want to?)

🫐 I want yesterdays love by edensrose / @holdingthornsandroses

[M, 4k, Louis/Dev Patel, fic post]

“We’re going on holiday before the term starts again,” Oli announces in their kitchen the day after the art opening. Louis looks up from his cereal bowl.“Who is we?” “I’ve rented us a cottage near the beach. Me, you, Calvin, Rick, and Dev.” Louis makes a noncommittal noise but can’t deny his heartbeat racing at the mention of Dev.

🫐 i tell myself i'm done with wicked games by haveufoundwhaturlookingfor / @sup3rbloom

[T, 5k, Louis/Michael Clifford, fic post]

Omegaverse: Alpha Louis has never questioned who he is, a strong, loving Alpha who defies stereotypes. When he meets Michael, a beta, he certainly doesn't expect to fall for him (and hard).

🫐 No More Days Alone by @signofcomfort

[M, 6k, Louis/Isaac Anderson, fic post]

Isaac finds himself lost amidst the tour but Louis is always there to find him.

🫐 To start again by @loretheloner

[E, 27k, Louis/Michael Blackwell, fic post]

Louis finds himself slowly falling for a bandmate again, despite Oli's warnings against it. Michael finds himself slowly falling for his boss and fighting against the ghost of Louis' past relationship. They find a way to start again. Or a canon compliant story that follows Michael and Louis from the summer of 2019 to June of 2024. Written for prompt SS of the Louis Rare Pair Fest 2024.

🫐 Snouts and Stouts by @turnyourankle

[T, 3k, Louis/Greg James, fic post]

A dog friendly brewery and a canine bakery should be a match made in heaven, shouldn't it? At a yearly canine festival, Louis discovers that Clifford has a thing for a certain bakery's treats.

🫐 I've drowned and dreamt this moment by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

[T, 2k, Louis/Zayn, fic post]

There has been a rivalry between them since they were young. Since the very start of their careers. It’s always been Louis and Zayn, the ones to watch. The ones to do battle and ultimately share the podium. They push each other to be better, is what the world says. They hate each other, is what Zayn and Louis say. And it all comes to a head in Val d’Argenton.

🫐 Countdown by @allwaswell16

[M, 2k, Louis/Tommy Shelby, fic post]

Tommy Shelby, pack alpha of the Peaky Blinders, has taken notice of The Garrison Pub’s new barmaid, an omega named Louis. A prequel to One

🫐 Flying Over on My Own Tonight by @haztobegood

[E, 1k, Louis/Jack Cochrane, fic post]

Louis is on his way to Monterrey, Mexico, where he'll headline Tecate P’al Norte music festival for the first time. A text from Jack makes the flight a bit more interesting.

🫐 Quite Like You by @reminiscingintherain

[M, 11k, Louis/Zayn, fic post]

Zayn rolled his eyes and let out a heavy sigh as he walked slowly across the room, swaying carefully to accommodate his large bump. “Your daughter’s playing football with my bladder, and using my kidneys for boxing practice,” he grunted out, flopping heavily into the armchair, letting his head rest against the back. “I can’t remember the last time I saw my feet, my back feels like it’s been inverted, and my hips are just completely fucked.” He rolled his head to look at Louis. “I feel incredibly far from gorgeous right now.” “Well, I’m telling you, I’ve seen you in many, many states over the years, babe, and this… this is definitely the epitome,” Louis murmured. Told in a series of flashbacks, the story of Zayn and Louis from children to parents.

[iheartjohnlennon]

Fic masterlist!

>>(Requests open. But if you make a request, sorry if it takes time to be done, I'm a professional procrastinator)<<

Imagines/Oneshots/Fics

John Lennon

'Let me take you down'

A sultry threesome with John and Paul...

'Lost weekend'

John eats you out as an apology...

'Misty'

John comes over to sort things out...

'You know I feel alright'

John gets jealous and takes you to the broom closet...

'Because'

John gets you high, one thing leads to another...

'You really got a hold on me'

John's secret love for his assistant gets uncovered...

Paul McCartney

'All my loving'

A casual session with Paul...

'Let me take you down'

A sultry threesome with John and Paul...

'Looking out for you'

Paul apologises for his jealousy over another man...

'Synchronised'

You and Paul try 69...

'Any time at all, any time at all'

Paul drags you to the nearest broom closet...

In her arms

You distract him so bad he wants to worship you...

George Harrison

'Moonlight on the river'

The aftermath of fucking on the beach is pretty melancholy...

'Heaven is a bedroom'

You guys make the cutest throuple...

'I'd have you anytime'

George confesses his love to you, with help from Paul and Ringo...

'Behind that locked door'

You want to try something new on George, something that will leave him breathless and restrained...

'Please please me'

George shows his soon-to-be girlfriend a good time with his mouth...

Ringo Starr

'Heaven is a bedroom'

You guys make the cutest throuple...

Headcanons

You dating George as Ringo's sibling

Your relationship with teddy boy John

Their reaction, and the aftermath, of you wanting to be dominant

Alphabets

The Beatles NSFW Alphabet - John

The Beatles NSFW Alphabet - Paul

The Beatles NSFW Alphabet - George

The Beatles NSFW Alphabet - Ringo

Others

Mick Jagger

'Luna, amore e no'

Mick's sexy affair with a fashion designer who's making his wife's wedding dress...

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tell us about your new rare pair pls 👁️👁️ also how are you??? I’ve been away a lot lately (life ya know 🙄) but things are finally getting less busy!

I'm glad things are calming down for you! ^w^ I was heavily debating on whether or not I'd share them because I don't have any plans to write a proper fic for it, but 👁️👁️you have me convinced to share.

It's Miles x Reader x Harrison 💐

They've been in my head for days now 💕 it doesn't make any sense at first glance, but they balance each other out in a weird sort of way. The introvert and the extrovert, Harrison brings Miles out of his shell, but he isn't pushy about it.

Your first meeting is...less than graceful. The booking system failed at the hotel you were staying at, and double booked several rooms, including your room. By the time you'd stumbled through the front doors, half awake and achy from sitting still for so long, every single room in the hotel was occupied.

"That's okay, I'll..." Your eyes dart to the corner of the room, away from the doe-eyed man behind the counter. "I'll find another place to stay."

"Good luck with that," the unnamed man sitting in a lounge chair waves his phone in the air, "the whole city is booked. Something 'bout a football game."

You sit on a white couch for over an hour, scrolling through sold-out hotels, before the receptionist finds it in him to speak up, meekly offering a temporary solution.

It takes even longer for you to learn that his name is Miles.

There was a room in the back corner of the building that was closed due to a non-functional air conditioning unit and a shredded carpet, courtesy of a guest Miles didn't seem too eager to talk about. What he did explain was how he had been living out of the room for a few weeks now and that he'd be more than content to share it until more rooms opened up.

Not ideal, but there were two beds, Harrison seemed harmless enough, and Miles was small enough to fit onto the frail couch. Between this and sleeping in the back of a tiny rental car, you didn't have much of a choice.

Nobody really spoke until after Harrison rounded the corner and accidentally nailed Miles with a surfboard, hadn't seen him standing there until it was too late. Something about the rush to make sure he was okay got you three to start talking. Migrating from if Miles felt okay, to where the surfboard came from, to everything under the sun.

You got your rooms two nights later, but it hardly mattered. You were in Harrison's room; he and Miles were in yours. There was always something to talk about, and right when you thought it got too quiet, someone's mouth would open with another thing.

Your schedules were booked, but you had a cancellation on the same day that Miles had the day off, and Harrison was just so good at convincing you two to visit the beach with him.

Nobody could stray too far from shore because Miles couldn't swim to save his life, but it was a fun way to spend the afternoon. Harrison and his gently worded guidance, sitting you two up on the boards and doing exactly what he promised to. Miles found a way to make up for his shortcomings by challenging you two to finding the biggest seashell, and right when you thought the fun was over, Miles had another idea.

Harrison's hair was still damp when he hit the ice that first time, falling on his ass and nearly taking Miles with him in the process. But where Harrison dominates in the water, Miles does on ice. You'd thought he was joking when he said he played hockey in high school, but there's an underlying competitiveness glinting in his eyes that suggests he was entirely serious.

Even when your trips come to an end, and you're forced to go on your separate ways, it's hard to lose contact with them. They both live a few hours away from you, even further from each other, but it makes you and your home a nice middle ground. The place where they come to spend the occasional weekend with you, where almost all of your early memories together are located.

Miles is, strangely, the one who pushes the relationship from just friends to something exclusive, very nearly combusting from the effort to keep his feelings to himself. He's bold in the most unlikely of spaces, and Harrison does nothing but intensify that.

It's what you've taken to calling the Harrison effect. He just kind of...does that, whether it be intentionally or unintentionally, nudging you out of your shells in a gentle sort of fashion. Never pushy or demanding. Doesn't fault you if you choose to remain closed up.

He's so sweet with you two. Speaks for Miles when he's too shy to do it himself, takes over when you and Miles start bickering about who has to talk to the delivery guy. He teaches you how to rely on someone, teaches Miles to swim, and makes the best damn mixtapes for every little occasion. Birthdays, date nights, anniversaries, milestones, just because.

Miles is something a little more subtle. He's not good with his words, but he's fiercely protective in a way that makes Harrison look like a big teddy bear. He can make a day of cleaning feel like a date night. Always seems to find a way to make you enjoy yourself, even if that's when you're stuck in rush-hour traffic on your way to Harrisons. And if that doesn't work, there are very few things that kisses and snuggles can't soothe or fix altogether.

They're such an odd little pairing, two pieces of the puzzle who, when paired with you, fit together without flaw. Or maybe that's just me 🤷‍♀️

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Guess We Belong to Each Other

🩸Previous Parts Here🩸

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, urges, nervous boys, boys fussing (not a lot don't worry), d/s undertones, baby talks, graphic description of Dom bottoming, dirty talk, cursing, fingering, anal fingering, slight edging, slick as lube, name calling, past abuse, trauma, negotiating kinks (sort of), sex, rough sex, nipple play, sweet moments, firsts, playful boys, spanking, cliffhanger, enemies to lovers 💣 Rating: explicit (AF)

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

The Alpha was close to breaking, he couldn't help it. He had urges he was having trouble controlling and he knew it would be oh so easy to take the step he wanted. It was like an itch under his skin. A thorn in his mind. He could barely make himself stop focusing on it. It was driving him absolutely mental. He was close to doing exactly what he wanted and as he stared into the darkness he thought he'd finally made a decision.

“Don't you fucking dare.” The voice of his mate startled him but Colson's arms wrapping around his shoulders soothed the surprise.

He laid his hands over the inked skin of his lover and grumbled, resting his head back against the taller man though the position was getting awkward the larger Col’s bump grew. “But we need a bloody nursery! We only got a few monfs left.”

Kells reached over and flicked on the light switch and they stared into the spare room together. It was just across from their bedroom while Tom had the room down the hall. He very well knew it was perfect for the child he barely admitted existed but… “It's too soon.” He sighed before pulling away to turn for their bedroom.

“Bollocks it is! Look atcha!” Dom was rushing to catch up with his partner and so caught up in his dreams of hot pink paint he barely realized what he said until the omega spun on his foot and glared.

Dom stumbled almost comically to keep from hitting him but the boss couldn't laugh. How fucking dare he even imply something so… correct. Fuck. “Look at me? What about me?” He wouldn't admit it so easily though. He wasn't even that big, not really. If he wore a hoodie no could tell anything was different.

The Alpha chewed the inside of his cheek and pushed his fingers through his hair. He hadn't meant to have his foot in his mouth so early in the day. “Wha’ ya meeeean?” He tried for his patent pout but they both knew he was a sociopath. He was the bunny on Monty Python- adorable but deadly. Red eyes included.

“Don't even psycho. We have time. Plenty of it. Focus on literally anything else, you're not touching that damn room.” The omega tossed up his hands in frustration and took a seat on their bed. Weekends almost always sucked because they had free time and all he wanted was to stay in bed but his need for control made him get up, he always had to find something to do. He used to spend weekends in his clubs but not anymore.

“Ya know tha' if we don't get it ready in time the baby will ‘ave to stay wiv us. In ‘ere. Where we sleep. And fuck.” The boy tried a new tactic as he dropped to his knees and crawled to his mate.

“Don't worry about that.”

“Oh?” Had he won so easily?

“I'm not fucking you ever again once it's out.” The grin the man gave him was withering.

“Wha’ the fuck did I do? And stop calling our whelp an it. If you'd let The Doc tell us-”

“If you know the sex you'll get attached.”

“I'm already attached! Sos you!”

“Besides, Tom will take it if we need.”

Dom laid his palms on his lover's thighs and hung his head between the man's knees. They'd had some version of most of this conversation a few times already and were constantly talking over each other. “So middle of the night and you get ‘orny you jus’ gonna toss our baby to Tom before you crawl on me dick?” He tried to ask as their eyes met again and Colson shrugged. “Ain't gonna ‘appen.”

“It should stay with us anyway. It's not safe out there.” It was the first real thing Kells added to the conversation and it made them both pause. He wasn't even sure he realized that's what had been stopping him but once he started talking… “I can see them right now and I know they're safe. I can feel it. I hate those fluttery things but I know it means they're okay. I can keep them safe. When they're out? If I can't see them…”

“Okay. Alright. We won't worry about it.” Dom soothed, resting his forehead against his lover's as his palms found purchase against the swell of their child. “You'll keep ‘em safe. I know you will. We still need to get shite for ‘em. And… maybe we make tha’ a closet for ‘em? Eventually it can be a room but for now we need space for baby shite. Babies need so fucking much.”

“A closet could work.” Col agreed. He liked that idea. Their baby didn't just need stuff- they would get the best stuff around. He had standards of course. “And if they're in a cot we can still fuck. You just have to keep your mouth shut.”

Dom couldn't help but laugh at that, they both damn well knew the Alpha wasn't the loud one of the two but he nodded just to make his baby mumma happy. “You right. Daft of me. Fhought ya said you weren't fucking me again?” He hummed, pressing kisses to his omega's bare thigh. They'd only made it to underwear and t-shirts that morning and he was thankful, it gave him so much skin to explore.

“Not when you can do this shit to me again. Fuck that. I'll top.” Col sighed as he leaned back on his elbows, offering more of his body to the boy.

“Oh yeah? Tell me about it.” Dom purred, nipping at Colson's cloth covered cock playfully.

“Oh fuck um-” He lifted up his hips when the killer tugged his boxers down and his head fell back when the boy parted his thighs and kissed skin so close to his core he could feel his breath. He pulled his feet up on the mattress and let his knees fall wider, if his partner wanted to treat him he wouldn't say no. At least his brain took sex as something to do. “I'd lay you out on your stomach, a pillow under that monster dick of yours, and I'd spread your legs so I could lick that tight little hole open.”

“Mmm yeah?” The Alpha sounded strained already and it made a fresh wave of slick warm Col’s thighs. He was waiting for his bitch to lick it up but it seemed Dom was listening first.

“I should probably try before actually. I've got a big dick and your ass is virgin. Should probably tease you a little over time. Use my mouth on you. My fingers. Get you used to being full.” His voice felt deeper, raspier as he talked. His aforementioned big dick was aching but even that was untouched. He couldn't see well enough over his stomach to know what his mate was up to but before long he was going to get pissed.

“Wanna feel yas. Wha' else?”

“When that pretty pink hole is finally stretched enough for me and you're begging like the bitch you are-”

“Yeah?” The killer's voice was breathy as hell and that wasn't the only sound Kells heard.

His brows furrowed as he pushed himself up to look for his lover who was on the floor staring at him and jacking off with Col’s boxers wrapped around his cock. “And nothing. You really gonna start with your hormonal mate and then fuck yourself?”

“Shite. No. Wait- I jus’ were really into wha' ya said! Ain't me fault.” The Brit tossed the boxers away and went to his knees, trying to fit himself back between his man's thighs.

“Yeah you're a needy fucking whore who thinks about himself first! Look at yourself!” He was teasing of course, Dom always took care of him first. Sometimes the Alpha didn't even cum as long as he brought Col pleasure. This was the first time he'd done anything like that and it made Kells even hotter for his plush ass. If only he could get inside him soon.

“I'm sorry! I know, I'm a needy wanking whore for yas but you so fucking ‘ot when ya talk like tha'!” Dom tried to explain and his lover answered him by spitting in his face. The boy blinked once. Twice- and something inside him snapped as he stood up and pulled his shirt off one handed. He knew his gaze was crimson as it fell on his omega who watched him with a confused stare. He wasn't sure if he felt more sub or Alpha in the moment and his two sides had never warred so hard. Part of him wanted to demand the other present while the other half wanted to roll over and offer his own ass. Which he couldn't yet do. Bloody hell.

Kells moved slowly because he couldn't yet tell which way his lover was heading. His red eyes said the boss was about to get fucked but his trembling form made him wonder. He gently pulled his top off and scooted backwards to the pillows. “If you want me to try fingering you there's lube in the drawer. If you want my pussy instead…” He trailed off, spreading his legs. He was getting more comfortable with parts of himself because of how much Dom loved them. Even now he was staring like the man was all he'd ever desired. A kid in a candy store that neither of them ever really got to be.

“Wha’ if we finger each over?” The Alpha finally asked, he was overwhelmed with choices and that could always lead to more.

Colson smiled and patted the bed but Dominic didn't move for the lube. “Babe-”

“Use ya slick on me.”

“Oh- yeah? Okay shit.” The omega took a shaking breath as he watched his mate crawl in bed, he didn't realize how excited he would be for this. As the boy got in place against him they shared a soft look. He knew had to be careful with their next steps. “Hike your leg up. Get close. Give me that thick ass.” He teased, completely ignoring his cautious thought. He hoped if he kept Dom preoccupied the Alpha side of him wouldn't get too aggressive.

He was surprised when the killer giggled and blushed, something more soft and sweet that he expected with that red gaze on him. When their cocks slot together they both gasped and he tried to kiss his mate into a level of calm that would help him open up. Dom's left arm that was pressed against the bed moved between them, his fingers exploring the omega's wet folds. “One?” Dom hummed, dipping a fingertip inside him to the first knuckle before pulling out and scissoring two deep. “Or two?”

“Shit- uh…” He couldn't think, not when the boy was spreading his walls open and sliding his touch out slow. He knew he was supposed to be doing something but his mind went blank for a moment. “G-give me some?” Right. He was on a mission.

The killer grinned and pumped three fingers deep before hooking them on the draw out. The bastard pressed against his spot so hard he shook but he kept his palm mostly steady as his lover wiped slick on his skin. The air in the room shifted when he reached his long inked arm around the boy. When his mate started to shake before he even touched him he tried a different way. “Here.” He offered, closing his legs tight and gently pushing on Dom’s hip until he got the hint. “Fuck my thighs?” He offered like it was completely normal and he locked his knees for an extra clench. The kid just stared at him for a moment before swallowing hard.

“Ya know I'll just end up inside yas.”

“Risk I'm willing to take.”

“But you can't get off like tha’ unless I do.”

“You don't know what the hell I can do, and this ain't about me. Get your dick where I tell you and be a good bitch.” Colson huffed, slapping wetly against the boy's ass. He knew this was something that could go terribly wrong and he needed to stay the dominant one. He still wasn't sure exactly what the 'test' had entailed that the asshole doctor had done to the Alpha as a kid but he had a feeling they were about to risk some flashbacks and if he went too soft Dom might break. They both wanted this to be part of their relationship and he'd help his mate through anything he could.

“Oh fuck-” Of course the killer obeyed after that but he was trembling so hard it took a second to get his cockhead between Col's drenched thighs. When he finally slipped against his core they both groaned. He groped roughly at Dom's plush cheek, right over the probably pink skin to spurn him on, one finger teasing softly over his hole.

“Did I say I'd do the work? Or did I tell you to fuck-” He didn't have to finish his question. Dom started rocking his hips, at first almost carefully but it didn't take long before he was pressing back and chasing his omega's touch but Kells kept teasing, circling the tight ring of muscle as he clenched.

Of course Dom's dick caught against his own needy hole, every thrust had his crown popping against where they both needed him, but for once the man found control to keep himself focused on the psycho who always gave him everything. He felt his lover's knot swelling but he knew it wouldn't be full when they couldn't lock together. He normally hated edging himself but watching his mate's pleasure was almost as good as his own. He was more selfish than Dom and they both knew and accepted that, it couldn't be completely overcome but he was trying. The boy was pink and glowing with sweat, his wild hair in his face. Those pretty DSL’s were parted on a harsh gasp and he knew- “Cum for me.” would work.

The Alpha's hips stuttered as he spilled hot between his mate's legs. He couldn't help the pride at painting the other man in his scent but he was confused. When the next peak of his rapture hit and his dick jerked out another load, his partner gave him a soft bite to his bottom lip and slid a finger deep inside him. “Bloody fuck oh-”

Colson's eyes went wide at the mouth on his mate. He'd never heard him be so expressive or loud and it just kept going through more he explored. “Please? Oh fuck- yes! Right- bloodyfuckdaddyright’ere-” The omega was pretty sure he got a new nickname in the mix of desperate curses and needy moans. The moment he found the boy's spot he stayed on it, giving back the same Dom had done to him. The killer trembled in his hold, his hips bucking between the two points of pleasure and it didn't take him long to bust again. No need for a command.

The control was overwhelming and he was sure his partner was overstimulated as hell but as he watched rapture roll through him he knew he wasn't done yet. He couldn't be. He had his own pressing needs. “Suck your fingers clean, you mouthy whore.” He demanded of the panting boy. He loved the sounds he was making but he knew it would help calm him. Dom obeyed, he couldn't seem to help it anymore and he sucked his own digits as masterfully as he took Col's cock. Their gazes stayed locked as he slipped his own free and when he eased his hips back the Alpha whimpered. “Don't worry. Not done with you yet.” It was harder to maneuver with his belly between them but the next time Dom’s cockhead caught against his cunt he angled and drove him deep inside.

“Cols?” The already spent killer whimpered but his omega just smirked at him.

“Lay back. Help me up. Wanna ride you.” Kells rasped. The feeling of Dom’s dick still jerking inside his tight walls made him more desperate for release than he'd realized he was. His thighs were drenched in cum and slick but it barely mattered anymore if the other could get off again. That coil of pleasure was tight in his guts and he needed his mate to fuck it out.

The Alpha blinked but moved to obey, it didn't matter how sensitive he felt, his omega needed him. His hands gripped sweat wet skin and he pushed until Col was above him. He choked on air when the man dropped hard and he hit home deeper than he'd been in a while. His baby mumma went wild above him, his body thrusting so hard he bounced off the mattress. Dom had to grab for him, he had a lot of dick to cover, but he didn't want the other falling off.

Big hands slapped hard over pale skin, nails made half moon marks in blood, they hadn't fucked like this in months but Kells was lost to need. Dom's fingers caressed every inch of him, groping over his ass, his hips, eventually even his chest. When his head fell back and he moaned at the feel the predator stayed locked on. He'd been sensitive for months but it felt overwhelming, as if he had nerves from his nipples to his spot. He felt swollen in both places and over abused but he knew if his mate stopped he'd lash out.

“Can't- fucking- knot-” Dom stuttered out and Colson couldn't care less. He wanted to warn he was close but he couldn't get air enough to talk. Between one breath and the next pleasure shot down his spine and the pressure building in his core released. He came so hard some pearly drops landed on his bitch’s face and he drenched them both in slick.

Eventually Dom had to stop his body from grinding, his hips seemed to have a mind of their own. He laid his omega gently back how they were before and eased his overspent dick free. Their sticky bodies pressed together and they panted each other's air. Dom would need his inhaler at some point but he didn't want to move. He hadn't been that nervous but a few times before in their relationship. The first time they fucked, the second when their minds were clear, and when his lover had presented for him. Each time Colson knew how to handle him and this was no different. His trauma wasn't gone of course but bad memories were helped with new and better ones. He couldn't thank Col enough but he knew not to say a word. Instead he whispered what he hoped was safe. “I love you.”

“Of course you do. I'm fucking awesome.” Kells grinned, kissing his bitch gently. He knew how much was in that one sentence and he tried to take it to heart. “I love you too. Am I hearing shit or did our door slam at some point?” He chuckled, trying to keep the mood light.

“Fink we left it open again.” Dom laughed back.

“Oops. Poor Tom.” They giggled together and hoped their friend didn't divorce them. They just got too wrapped up in each other sometimes. As their breathing calmed the omega realized their roommate wasn't the only one annoyed with them. “Shit. Got a black belt in there I swear.” Their post-coital cuddly moments were the safest feeling times that he could admit their child existed enough to talk about them. He blamed the fucking oxytocin soaking his brain.

“Aye? Being a brat to mumma today?” Dom hummed as Col rolled to his back. He reached for his baby to try and help soothe them but was surprised when he thought he felt something back. It was barely there like butterfly kisses but he was sure of it. His lover was so thin even with the swell he wasn't surprised. He honestly kept expecting to see through him like some alien moving around. He wouldn't say that of course and he tried not to make a big deal in the moment but the omega caught his misty eyes.

For once Kells was at peace enough he just laid his head back and closed his eyes, giving his partner room and permission to connect with their child. He even moved his palm to cover Dom’s to help him follow the flutters he felt from inside. “Probably no shit kicker boots.” He joked and the boy snorted he laughed so hard. He could tell his boy was tearing up but they didn't mention it. He knew as a father the Alpha had urges he needed to let him work out. He hoped as a couple they could work their way through it all together without letting fear get in the way. “They like you.” He hummed softly and he peaked his eye open to see Dom smiling.

“I'd bloody well ‘ope so.”

“I like you.” Colson sighed happily and the boy grinned wider, leaning in for a lingering kiss.

“I like you more.”

“Well that's obvious as fuck. But I like having a little bitch boy.” He teased. He didn't mean the first part of course, he wasn't sure if their love was equal because he didn't think anyone could adore someone more than he did his mate but he hoped their affection was the same. “Such a good bitch too. Even called me Daddy.” He knew he shouldn't bring it up but he wanted to let his mate know it was okay.

Dom flushed red and hid his face against Col’s shoulder. Even now he was laying more in the bitch position he guessed, his leg thrown over the man's thighs, his head on Colson's shoulder. It was comforting for him and it worked between them. “Ya caught tha’ aye?” He mumbled back.

“Hard to miss. Made me wet as fuck.” He offered, trying to ease any nerves and Dom swallowed hard before their eyes met again.

“I like making ya wet. Probably wouldn't work all the time but… When ya top?”

“When I top yeah. I can be your Daddy.” He didn't mean for his voice to drop to a near growl but it did anyway. Fuck, shouldn't they both be spent?

“You spanked me.”

“You liked it.”

“Aye.” They inched closer, their breath coming faster as Dom slid up over his omega.

When Colson's phone went off he thought to ignore it, it was a weekend and everything should be taken care of. Their lips met in a hungry kiss but Dom's phone went off next and they both cursed. He moved to pick it up off the bedside table and it took him a moment to come down to earth enough to read. It was from The Doctor, the omega boy he'd saved a few weeks before had gone missing. In fact, all the omegas that she had been helping heal were gone. What the fuck?

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 🖤

Have some more smut, I can't seem to get away from it 🤭 I'm guessing y'all don't mind. I love the equality with these boys and it's nice to see Kells adjusting. I hope you're all enjoying it 💣🖤

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

ASK GAME ! ASK GAME ! ASK GAME ! which as I chant out loud sounds like I'm saying "ass game" ... same difference honestly sksksksk

Hiii for the violence ask game (love being a hater) I wanted to know 1, 2, 3 and 23 for whatever fandoms you feel the most passionate about

I wouldn't say that I love being a hater, but I do love being right lmao

also I am feeling spicy so these are gonna be for different fandoms

1 - the character everyone gets wrong

JASON. MOTHER FUCKING. TODD

especially the fandom interpretation Titans version, but like damn

(even other canons get him wrong, and Titans did him so right and people refuse to acknowledge it)

(I could also say Lori Grimes, and Andrea Harrison, and Dick Grayson, and Michonne Hawthorne, and even Gar Logan tbh but this is the rant I am picking)

white cis fanboys just see him as the violent revenge perpetrator - distilled rage, 'the bad sibling', the criminal, the cool one, the gunslinger. fucking whatever

but I am not even so big on a lot of women's interpretation of comics Jason - as some big soft cuddle bug who just needs to be treated softly and cuddled uwu, someone who rip out the throat of anyone who looks at you the wrong way and basically acts like a big bad doberman guard dog in your life (someone possessive and angry and jealous in a love life). again - no

Jason is one of the most emotionally complex characters and the only people who truly understand him are me and Curran Walters.

Jason is a wreck. he was set up to fail - his backstory of poverty and sadness isn't just about giving him some revenge to seek or making him a more conventional criminal, it's his emotional core. everything that has ever happened to him in his life makes him who he is, and so many people don't understand those layers. (so many people don't even acknowledge the differences between him and Dick before Jason became Red Hood). Jason is depressed, he's insecure, he thinks that he's nothing but a problem in other people's lives.

he uses violence as a tool because it's all he's ever known. in a relationship, he would be difficult to connect with because no one has ever truly tried before. he wouldn't be instantly loving - he would be guarded as hell.

I could go on a long time, but anyway - Titans Jason is largely a thing that the show got right and so many people refuse to acknowledge it because they just want to mock Curran's looks and it makes me want to bash my head into things

2 - a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

I have to do it to em - Spencer Reid would never be a fucking dom. NEVER

(also I know that bottom and top aren't synonyms for dom and sub but I think this ask game was created with mostly mlm ships in mind, so I am talking about this in a dom/sub context because I mostly write and consume x reader fics with bdsm dynamics)

Spencer is a sub. anybody who says that he is a dom, even a 'soft dom' is fucking lying to themselves because they have a particular fantasy that they want him to fit into. even later seasons Spencer would never be a dom

just because someone has rage and acts intimidating towards someone they consider an enemy doesn't mean they would ever feel the confidence to actually be dominant and in charge in bed. that man is walked like a dog constantly by other people in his life, and the only time he 'takes control' of a 'romantic' interaction is when he is with Cat - someone he also considers to be an enemy, an unsub that he can psychologically control. see the pattern?

3 - screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

I have discussed this before, and I wish I had a screenshot because without proof it almost doesn't seem real

someone saying that Spencer loves Henry more than JJ does - in a massive post where they listed all the reasons that JJ 'ruined' Spencer's life (which just gobsmacked me)

that post was a huge inspiration for the JJ/Spencer friendship scenes in [REDACTED]

I just cannot believe that the fandom is so fucking detached and unrealistic about JJ

23 - ship you've unwillingly come around to

...Richonne

this is in large part from what I have seen about The Ones Who Live spin-off, and I recently realized that the title of the spin-off comes from a scene where Michonne punches Rick in the head in order to literally knock some sense into him, so I fucking love that (and it seems like that's what the whole show is - her literally forcing sense into him after he's become detached from reality due to being held hostage by whatever the fuck that group's name is)

and I think The Thrifty Typewriter really put their relationship into terms that I was struggling with. so many Walking Dead ladies were relegated to nothing but being 'the love interest' once they became a love interest to someone. and if they were struggling with what to do with a female character, they turned her into a love interest for someone

Andrea being paired with a Governor, Rosita not getting more interesting storylines until after she parted from Abraham, Sasha being with Bob and then Abraham and then dying (although I think Sasha has a lot of interesting emotional beats, I see the point in saying that), Jessie (who could have had so much potential outside of just being a love interest for Rick, especially when they clearly had Richonne in mind), Lori's entire existence, etc.

So my huge problem with Richonne is that Michonne was so interesting before she got with Rick. And after she got with Rick, she lost all of her interesting traits, and she was stripped down to 'Lori 2.0'. Pregnant housewife character who stays at home and almost never fights. Rick was spotlighted and she was almost never around until Rick drowned. And I think I loved The Ones Who Live because it gave her back a lot of her fire and her autonomy as well as adding more to the romance, so it was the best of both worlds. (And it really made me come around to the pairing.)

And another huge problem I had with Richonne is the same problem I have with Dickkory - people who ship them act like the entire show was created to drive the ship. And the shippers get really annoying because they act like all the other interesting characters and plot lines do not exist. They act like the producers and writers made the show as a vessel to carry the single ship when that is clearly not the case.

For Dickkory, people boil Dick and Rachel's entire relationship down to 'omg, she is Dickkory's child' - which is very annoying. And for Richhone, people act like Andrea just does not exist, when she pulled Michonne out of a very dark place - Rick did not do that. Michonne said so herself. Andrea is a very important character in Michonne's story.

Anyway - I do like Richonne a lot now. More than I ever expected I would

[ftl-faster-than-life]

You wrote another eobarry fic! It's so good, I love your writing, you really nail the one-side Eobard is obsessed in every way he can be messed up version of the ship that is the version I am most interested in (sorry Barry), it's excellent.

Yeah! I decided to start turning some of these ideas I have that aren't fully fleshed out (and probably don't need to be, really) into little drabbles. They're going to be collected on AO3--Tribute is the first. It's my first published Eobarry fic that's suitable for general audiences and the first published one that's set in the comics-verse instead of the CW-verse. The show's got a bit of a different dynamic going for it--it's easier to imagine that Barry, who knew Eobard as Harrison Wells, might have some lingering regard or even affection for Eobard. So that's a different kind of tension to handle.

I think one-sided, obsessed Eobarry is what we're given in comics canon. I wouldn't call it subtext, either, or say it's something that Barry himself is unaware of. Barry draws parallels between a woman's romantic stalker and his own situation with Eobard, so I think he's uncomfortably aware of what Eobard feels for him. I think he doesn't want to acknowledge it, so putting him in situations where he's forced to is interesting to me.

How Eobard acts on this changes from moment to moment--sometimes he wants to be Barry, sometimes he wants to destroy him, other times he wants to be the only person in Barry's world in one way or another. To be clear, this isn't inconsistent writing. This is just a symptom of how erratic and unstable Eobard is.

I really enjoy exploring the parasocial nature of Eobard's obsession, and how unhealthy it is, why it's turned into this monstrous all-consuming thing that dominates his narrative and taints Barry's. And how there's nothing either he or Barry can do that will satisfy his obsession or erase it.

Usually when I do write something fluffy or sweet with these two, the domesticity is just a veneer. The foundation of this pairing is dangerously rotten and that's what I try to convey.

Thanks for the kind words, and thanks for reading!

[yungbud]

Hi! Hope you're staying safe & healthy! If you're comfortable writing smut & certain kinks can you write a smut with Dom where the reader hears he'd be into spitting in someone's mouth & the reader has wanted that for awhile but gets shy when asking him for it so he gets dominant & says "Daddy won't give you what you want until you ask like a good girl" & then rough sex with hair pulled & choking but also praise kink from Dom calling the reader good girl & pretty girl 🥺 thank you if you're able & comfortable writing this!

Pretty Girl

Word count: 2.5k

Req?: yes

Warnings: smut including slight degradation

The day had finally come to an end and you’re sitting in bed all wrapped up in your pajamas and watching Doms interviews when something happened.  Of course, you weren’t watching them to find something, it had just happened. The only reason you’d even been watching them was because Dom had been so busy lately and watching him goof off on camera made it feel like he was right there with you, even when he couldn’t be.

But instead of this particular interview giving you a warm feeling in your chest, it was giving you a warm feeling in your tummy. This has happened before, but usually it was his lips, his tongue or his tattooed fingers that caused the reaction. This time, he had said something that made your cheeks go red just thinking about it.

He had been reading thirst tweets and someone had mentioned him spitting in their mouth, to which he replied that he was “kinda into that.” The thought alone had you unconsciously squeezing your thighs together. 

Your tongue jutted out to wet your lips as you set your computer to the side, lifting your hips as you pulled your pajama pants just past your knees. Dom wasn’t home, so you’d have to take care of this yourself. You pull the blankets up with you as you maneuver into a comfortable position, spreading your legs as your mind reels with impure thoughts.

You start off slow, pretending it’s Dom’s hands touching your thighs instead of your own. You think about what it would feel like to kiss him as his hands roam your lower body, sliding their way up to play with your tits. How his warm tongue would feel licking at your nipple as he used his fingers to play with your nipple, how he would get impatient and suck your breast into his mouth.

 Your hand made its way between your legs, rubbing small circles on your clit. You were getting more and more worked up by the second, but you took your time, wanting to prolong this as long as you could. You thought about his lips on yours in a rough, sloppy kiss, your teeth clashing together as his mouth easily dominated yours. 

You slide your underwear down your legs with your pajama pants and attempt to return to your, ahem, activities, but as you try you realize your underwear is constricting your legs a bit so you opt to take them both off, thoughtlessly discarding them somewhere across the room.

Dom’s tongue was definitely (one of) his best assets, and he loved to tease you with it in whatever way he could. Because of this, whenever you were making out Dom would sometimes use a lot of tongue, like he said in the interview that started all this, he was a licker. Usually that would be off putting, but with Dom it was actually pretty hot, but to be fair that went for most things with Dom. Now that you thought about it, you were surprised the idea of a spit kink hadn’t come up sooner. You were definitely into it, it was one of the many reasons you loved making out with him, letting his tongue roam your mouth as you thought about it roaming… other places. The idea of his spit, something so personal, so nasty being in your mouth was so hot, although it wasn’t just your mouth. You found yourself thinking of him spitting on your face, your ass, your wet pussy, it was disrespectful and degrading and-- and... so, so fucking hot.

You eventually managed to finish yourself off, your orgasm leaving you relaxed and ready for a nap. You snuggled into the warm pillow, ready to let sleep overtake you when you were startled by the door opening and the very british voice that greeted you.

“ ‘ello love!” You give Dom a tired smile, pulling the blankets up some more “what’re you doin?” 

“Takin a nap.” 

“Hm, really? Tire yourself out?” 

“Uh- excuse- excuse me?” You say, stumbling over your words. He couldn’t have meant it like that… unless? Was he outside the door? Had you been moaning? You thought you’d been pretty quiet, save for the rare whimper. He grabbed the pair of underwear hanging from the door handle, holding it on display in front of you.

“Awh, don't be shy. Everyone does it love, nothin’ to be embarrassed about.” Dom says, walking over and booping you on the nose as he smiled down at you. You made momentary eye contact before your eyes flicked away from his, settling on the open door in front of you. 

“What were you thinkin about?” He asks, cutting off your meek protest of his insinuation, your eyes flicked up to his and away again. 

“Was it me?” he asks, cutting you off before you can answer. You gave him a small nod and when you continued to avoid eye contact he leant down to give kisses all over your face.

“No need to be embarrassed, love. It’s normal, plus I find it kinda hot. I wanna know what got you so worked up you couldn’t wait for me to get home.” He says, rubbing a hand over your stomach. Dom had always been so forward and it made you nervous at times. Especially when he’d basically just caught you masturbating to him.

Dom hummed, kissing and nibbling at your neck before making his way down. The thoughts from minutes before came flooding back to your brain in one big, sinful heap. You took a deep breath as he sucked at your sweet spot, bringing your hands up to tangle them in his hair. He began kissing his way up your jaw, making his way to your lips before capturing them in a kiss. Doms lips felt like soft, plushy pillows as they easily overtook your own.

You lightly tug at his hair, arching your back against his hand which is making its way down your stomach, squeezing as he reaches your upper thigh. Dom took the hair pulling as an invitation to deepen the kiss, propping himself up on his knee that sat between your legs and placing a hand beside your head to steady himself as you kissed, his other hand holding your leg. He broke the kiss momentarily, flipping you both over in one swift movement.

His hands remained at your hips, gripping them ever so slightly as if he was worried if he didnt you might slip away. You continued to kiss, hands wandering each other's body, getting completely lost in one another. Dom began to get impatient, pulling his lips away from your own as he began leaving quick, wet kisses down your neck until he reached your breasts.

“Lemme see those pretty tits.” he mumbled, partly to himself. There was no hesitation as he took one into his mouth, sucking at your nipple, his tongue flattening against it before he began to lick.

 It was then that you realized you still weren’t wearing any pants, your bare pussy sat on his sweats, resulting in a small wet patch from your arousal. A blush came over your face for what felt like the hundredth time tonight. Dom noticed you looked embarrassed and began gripping your hips a little tighter, guiding you as he led you to ride his thigh. When you tried to speed up  Doms grip on you tightened, ensuring that you only went at the pace that he set. You let out a huff, your hips moving achingly slow against him.

“You want more?” He whispers, you give a small nod in response “Hm… Use your words.”

 You remained silent, you knew exactly what you wanted to say. You wanted to tell him to pin your arms above your head and spit in your face so you couldn’t wipe it off, feeling it drip down your face as he relentlessly fucked you and if you were too loud to put spit in your mouth with his hand around your throat so you couldn’t swallow it, forcing you to sit there and taste it. But alas, your words were the only thing stuck in your throat..

“Okay, fine. You don't have to ask.” He says, completely removing his hands from your body. You began whining in protest, grabbing at his hand and attempting to place it back on your hip.

“Ah, ah, ah. Daddy isn’t going to touch you until you use your words. So, be a good girl and tell daddy what you want.” This didn’t exactly help the fact that you were nervous, but you knew he would hold out until you did what you were told.

“I want you to spit in my mouth like you said in the interview.” you mumbled.

“Speak up, I can't hear you.” He prods, you weren’t sure if he was teasing you or genuinely didn’t hear, so you attempt to swallow the lump in your throat and repeat yourself, avoiding eye contact as you did so. When you finally managed to get the words out, Dom stayed silent for a moment and you were beginning to get worried you had said something wrong when he finally said something.

“You want me to spit in that pretty little mouth?” He asks, you nod in confirmation before remembering to use your words.

“And on my face.” You say, finding it easier to speak now that you’d gotten the lump out of your throat. He smirks at that, green eyes staring directly into yours as he decided just what to do with you.

“Was that so hard?” He asks, hands returning to their grip on your hips as he slid you up and down his thigh, pushing you down against him. He watched you from his laid back position, eyes wandering from your face, to your tits, to your pussy rubbing against his sweats and back again. He could barely believe the view in front of him, his dick growing harder by the minute, your wet pussy soaking through his sweats only fueled his arousal. You reach down, rubbing him through his sweats at the same pace he slid you over his thigh. Dom lets out a moan in response, tightening his grip on your hips and speeding up the pace. It continued like this for a few minutes before his movements stopped abruptly.

“You know what? Get off me. What do you think you’re doing, hm? Rubbing my dick while you ride my thigh like a little whore?” You go to respond, but he cuts you off “It was a rhetorical question. Open your mouth.” He demands. You do as you’re told, not wanting to get in more trouble than you already were. His warm spit hit your tongue caught you by surprise, you closed your mouth and swallowed without thinking, Dom let out a huff at this.

“Did I say to swallow it?” 

“No, sorry daddy.” you whisper “again please.” you open your mouth once again, the sound of him spitting in your mouth building pressure between your legs.

“Get on your knees and keep it there.” He demands. You oblige once again, holding your mouth open for him.

“You want it? Hm? You want daddy’s dick in your mouth?” He asks, stroking himself through his sweatpants that barely concealed his boner. You weren’t sure if you were allowed to close your mouth to talk, or that if you did you would accidentally swallow his spit, so you opted to nod up at him. He seemed to accept this answer, pulling his pants down, allowing his hard dick to spring free. He let out a hiss as he wrapped a hand around his swollen prick, giving himself a few strokes before tapping the tip against your tongue, teasing you before sliding it in. 

You close your mouth around him, hollowing out your cheeks as Doms hand comes to pull your hair into a makeshift ponytail, leading you slowly up and down. You could taste the precum that had already started to bead over on his tip, flicking your tongue around it before taking more of him down your throat. Dom lets out a groan at the feeling of his tip hitting the back of your throat

“Good girl, take daddys dick down that pretty throat.” He moans, rubbing his thumb across your cheek as he stared down at you, looking away just as quickly, a barely audible “fuck.” falling from his lips. You hummed against him, the vibrations against his dick.

“You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth. Such a pretty girl.” He says, at this point you were so worked up you thought you might explode if Dom didn’t touch you soon.

“Daddy, please.” you whine, your voice raspy from the former dick down your throat.

“Please what, sweetheart?” Dom asks, moving a piece of hair out of your face.

“Please fuck me.”

“Of course, whatever you want princess.” He says, making his way on top of you. He didn’t bother teasing you, figuring you both had had enough of that for today. Instead he lined himself up with your entrance, sliding his tip between your folds to gather your arousal on his tip, making sure he was nice and lubricated before finally pushing in.

Dom took his time, wanting you to feel every inch of his swollen prick before moving in and out of you. You knew he had wanted this as bad as you did as you felt him throbbing inside of you, desperate to fuck you senseless. So he did, making sure you were comfortable and starting out slow but quickly building up to a pace that made you scream, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by whimpers for “More! More!”

Dom never had been good at controlling himself.

He once again grabbed a fistful of hair to move it out of your face, tugging slightly as he stared down at you, pounding away at your pussy.

“You look so pretty beneath me.” He says, causing you to blush and close your eyes. As you do you hear the sound of Dom spitting followed by the feeling of something warm and wet dripping down your face.

“Look even prettier with my spit running down your face.” He spat in your mouth again, placing his hand around your throat and choking you. You felt the pressure building up in your stomach, you tried to tell Dom you were about to cum but, between your approaching orgasm and his hand around your throat it came out in unintelligible sobs. Dom got the gist of what was happening by the way you writhed under him, he continued his pace as you rode out your high, feeling your walls pulsate around him and coming soon after you.

You stayed that way for awhile, laying there together with him still inside you as you both came down for you highs. Dom lifted his neck to kiss you on the forehead and wipe his spit from your face with the blanket.

“I mean it, you know.” He says, looking down at you as he played with your hair.

“Hm?” you inquire

“You’re so fuckin pretty.” You blushed again, hiding behind your hands. “Stop, let me see you.” He says, pulling them away and placing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Come on, let's go take a bath.”

[yungblud-fics]

teenagers

ALSO YES THIS IS AN MCR SONG FOR THE TITLE. HOW KIND OF YOU TO ASK.

summary: you go to a party with dom and you saw your boyfriend cheating on you. drunk or not it broke your heart. you asked dom to take you home and yeH.

warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of cheating, kissing, g-note, and our favorite: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF!!

A/N: HEY IT'S 3:43 AND I'VE BEEN AWAKE FOR A HALF HOUR. THIS IS A DREAM I HAD. ENJOY.

you paced around the front yard of some stranger's house. you didn't even want to go to this party but dom had asked you so you knew you had to. you sat down on the curb by the mailbox and watched drunk teenagers throwing up and some dancing with a few stumbles.

you grabbed your ohone from your pocket, dialing dom's number as you shakily held the phone up to your ear. after a few rings you heard dom scream into the phone which made you smile despite having a gut wrenching feeling in your stomach.

"hey dom. can you take me home now?"

"course. where are ya?"

"front yard."

the line went dead and as you stood up, wishing you had never came here. your boyfriend had his lips on some girl's neck as she was grinding against him. you felt a hand on your shoulder but you couldn't look away.

"y/n. hey, what's wrong?" he shook your shoulders lightly before looking where you were. a small 'oh' left his mouth as he opened the car door for you. you stood there, watching as he led the girl to his car.

you got into the passenger seat, dom starting the car and taking off. the ride was silent besides the buzzing in your head.

"are ya okay mate?" dom took a quick glance at you.

"i'm fine," you felt tears begin to surface and prayed you could hold them in until you got home.

"y/n," dom raised his eyebrows knowing that you were lying. you looked down to your lap, a few tears falling. dom took a breath and pulled the car over.

he turned to face you, not sure if you would punch him straight in the jaw at this moment.

"look at me y/n." your eyes slowly came to meet his and once they did, all your emotions began to surface.

dom moved his seat farther from the steering wheel and pulled you over to sit next to him. he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, rubbing shapes onto your back as you let out your emotions.

"i-i knew this was gonna happen. how long as this even been going on? we've been dating for four months and he's already off with some other girl," your arms around dom's waist tightened a little as more tears fell.

dom just pulled you closer to him in the small space. he played with your hair and whispered sweet nothings in your ear until you began to calm down. he wiped the tears from under your eyes and made a windshield whiper sound just to see you smile.

"why don't you stay over my house tonight? i don't wanna leave you alone," dom whispered, still holding you in his arms. he liked the feeling. he just wished he could kiss all your tears away and tell you how much he loved you.

you'd been friends for basically all your lives since he moved to your small american town from london. your parents were all friends too. you both had become so inseperable that they just assumed one would stay at the other's house at night or after school.

you simply nodded and climbed back to your seat. dom once again began driving toward his house, reaching over to hold your hand and give it a little squeeze.

"thank you dommy."

"anytime n/n."

he made a turn and pulled into his driveway. his hand felt cold from the release of yours, missing your touch already.

walking into the house, you greeted his mom with a hug. she was always so sweet to you. you waved a small hello to his dad as well before following dom to his room.

he threw your david bowie t-shirt at you that he kept in case you slept over--which happened often. he turned around and covered his eyes even though you've changed in front of each other plenty of times. you quickly changed into the t-shirt and folded your other clothes.

"you can turn around now," you laughed. he smiled and jumped into bed, holding the covers up for you. climbing next to him, he looked at you for a moment.

"ya look pretty," his smile only grew bigger before he turned off the light. you both laid side by side, dom turned to wrap an arm around your waist, your head falling to his shoulder. he ran his fingers gently through your hair, lightly humming a song.

"goodnight n/n."

"goodnight. thank you dom," you gave him a light squeeze around his middle before loosening your grip. he always smelled real nice. you couldn't explain it but he always smelled comfy, you guessed was the best way to describe it.

you slowly drifted to sleep to sound of the air conditioning and the soft sounds coming from dom's mouth as you held each other close.

that night had been more than a month ago and you had moved on from your ex seeing as he had moved on as well before you had even broken up.

you had small feelings for zack (A/N: that's your ex's name if i hadn't mentioned it. also hIS NAME WAS ZACK AND HE MADE HER HAPPY.) but nothing could compare to how you felt for dom. even since you were kids the feeling had never gone away.

you were laying down in your room listening to your record player when your door suddenly burst open and a very hyper dom and thrown himself next to you.

he held him self up on his elbows and took deep breaths.

"'m staying for dinner. your mum asked me."

"mkay," you took a strand of his messy hair in your fingers, twirling it around. he was slowly dozing off from your small contact, your nails occasionally scraping along his scalp.

everything was calm when you all of a sudden screamed, "wHEN I WAS. A YOUNG BOY-"

"FOOK N/N YA SCARED ME," dom laughed, holding a hand over his heart dramatically.

"i coulda had a heart attack."

you simply shook your head and laughed, dom's smile matching yours.

"y/n?"

"dominic?"

he smiled, "would you be ready to start a relationship again? or is too soon?"

"i think i'm ready. i've liked someone for a while now and seeing as zack never cared about me. why do you ask?"

"oh. so who's the person?"

"well he's nice, and very pretty, and he has the cutest laugh."

"sounds like a nice guy."

you laughed a little, lightly punching his shoulder, "it's you stupid."

dom's expression was a mix of shock and nervousness but before he could respond, your mom called you both down for dinner. you winked and walked out of the room.

it just occurred to dom that you really did like him, so he did what any normal person would do. he ran out of the hall and walked next to you. then he grabbed your arms loosly and gave you a sloppy kiss on the lips.

it was his turn to wink and walk toward the dinner table, your smile only growing.

i finished writing this at 4:18am whoops oh well.

A/N: i finally finished editing this ahaha. i'm finishing another *cough* smut *cough* request tonight so i might post it now or tomorrow.

remember my messages are always open if you need someone to vent to. i literally don't care it you're ten or forty or if you don't follow me. i'm here for you and support you no matter what🖤