#hesitant to post but fuck that noise. it’s my tumblr. I can post on it.

[dead-dove-orchid]

Declawed!AU Venny & Sabre

“Oh, Venny.. I’m so sorry.” “It’s okay, papa! I’ll heal, like I always do.”

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Okokokok SO….. I know the cowboy!reader is already set up with JJ- but what if there’s like one fic with hotch instead of JJ as the love interest?

Love your work! Make sure to eat and drink some water!

-Gay trash panda

Oooooo!!! Is it really bad if now I want to do that as a separate series? My whole tumblr is just gonna be cowboy reader, I can see it now (I mean it already is - don't worry I fucking love cowboy reader)

combination of this ask too

Warnings: mentions of death, child deaths, yelling, kissing (fairy heavy make out scene which feels weird to type), yelling

Taglist at the bottom of the post

When you first joined the team, Hotch was a dick. He didn’t trust you, he didn’t like that the decision to add you to the team didn’t go through him. And he made that known from day one.

He had made snippy comments from your first day and had yet to stop. You would catch him glaring at you for no specific reason. You would always be the first one he sent back to the hotel on a case. And you were sick of it. It made you want to rip your hair out. 

This time, he was particularly annoyed because you had intervened during a hostage situation. Everyone else was practically sitting ducks, trying to talk him down when there was a little boy with him. You had disobeyed direct orders and snuck into the building, taking the unsub down (you knocked him out). Hotch was absolutely fuming from the second he realised you were gone. Stream practically flew out of his ears. 

You all head back to the police station in silence, Hotch motioning for you to get in the same car as him, Reid, and Rossi. Tension filling the air. You all made your way back to the bullpen, thankful the case was close by. 

“(Y/N), my office. Now.” Hotch says, walking past you, going straight to his office. 

“Good luck,” Morgan mumbles as you walked past him. 

You walk in. 

“What the hell were you thinking?!” Hotch snaps, as soon as you were in his office, door not yet fully closed before he’s yelling.

“What was I thinkin’?” You scoffed, “I was thinkin’ a kid needed help and none of y’all seemed to be doin’ anything about it!”

“You know it takes time to talk an unsub down!”

“N I weren’t willin’ to wait!” You snap. “I didn’t wan’ another dead kid in my arms!”

“You were reckless! If you keep going like that, you will end up with another dead kid in your arms!” He exclaimed. 

You don’t care that he’s your boss, that this is probably going to get you fired. All you can think about is the anger as you slam him against the wall. You both glare at each other, chests rising heavily. Silence passed, both of you glaring at each other, chests still rising angrily.

“You keep breathin’ like that n I’m gonna wanna kiss that pretty mouth of yours,” You mumble. 

And the next thing you know, he’s kissing you. And he's breathing heavily, the thought of you pressed against him causing his brain to short circuit. You don’t hesitate, kissing him back. The argument and hatred forgotten, your hands gripping his blazer tightly as you push against him, deepening the kiss.

Some clears their throat and you both pull away at record speed. Ignoring the potential whiplash, you turned to the noise, Garcia grinned at you both. “Thank God you finally realised, you could cut the sexual tension with a knife.”

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[scottykarve]

About a month ago, I took a trip to Australia and met up with Ted while he was in the ward. I, against the instruction of the staff, recorded our interaction, but the audio was completely garbled. Gibberish to anyone but Ted and I, probably. Don’t use a spy pen from a happy meal if you plan to actually hear it back. Luckily, with my supreme memory assisted by what little I could hear, I was able to write out this thing. I guess transcribing audio logs is all tumblr’s good for? I wasn’t going to post it, but Ted was right, someone can probably make use of anything. So here, if this connects any dots, use it.

[Clicking sound, audio starts. Bitcrushed throughout, with intermittent loud plasticky sounds.]

Ted: Uh.

Me: Hi. Scott, um, karvingwood. Scott Kulver. I decoded the shit on the blog.

Ted: Right, right.. You- you’re American, though. How did you-?

Me: It was an expensive flight. Can I ask you some questions?

Ted: [pause, slightly incredulous huff] Slow down, I think I have some questions first? How did you find me? Why did you find me?

Me: Oh, easy, I asked the Star person on your tumblr. I needed to talk to you, so if I could just?- [the ‘wub wub’ sound paper makes when you flap it]

Ted: Fine, get on with it.

Me: Thanks. So, firstly- [pause, reading from notes I had] … Um, in ‘January’, the video doesn’t glitch when [hesitation] the Tall Guy’s around. What’s up with that?

Ted: I cou-

Me: Talk into the pen please.

Ted: Is that a mic-? ..eh, okay. I couldn’t tell you. I didn’t edit the video. Mmmaybe it had something to do with Virus? That was the first time I’d filmed meeting Him with the mask on. Maybe it interfered, or He just chose not to corrupt it.. Who knows.

Me: Okay, cool. Speaking of Virus, what is it like wearing, uh, him?

Ted: Like a buff in a video game. Invincibility or immunity or something. I don’t get tired, I don’t need to eat, I can be in His presence without feeling sick. It catches up when I take it off, but..

Me: When orr where did you get it?

[six seconds of silence]

Me: Oookay. New line of questions. When did you start seeing Ezra?

Ted: I was 18, so, uh.. God, must’ve been 2022? Early in the year. Kit recommended I ask to see her when I was getting diagnosed with depression. Said she was a great listener, stopped listening when they turned 20, for some reason, so they stopped going. Always felt like there might’ve been more to it. I wasn’t having the same issues, so I just.. kept seeing her.

Me: Kit.. I like the Murphys. Nice ride over.

Ted: Wh- you met them?

Me: Oh, yeah, Kit drove me here. Might see Freyja tonight. We saw a cat on the way, cute black one with just the biggest moon eyes. Reminded me of your little lady. Anyways,-

[quiet huff/sigh noise from Ted]

Me: -speaking of Ezra, [gesturing at arm] what’s the symbol been doing for you?

Ted: Fuck all, as far as I’m concerned. He shows up more frequently than I remember, but that’s probably just because the.. Yknow. Things keep on dropping. He’s like a vulture, just… showing up when something dies to take it.

Me: Mm. And your arm, how is it? Healing up?

Ted: It’s.. fine, I guess. The nurses replaced the bandages to make sure it can heal properly.

Me: Sick, good. That’d be a sweetass scar, but yknow. So the staff’s been treating you fine, I take it.

Ted: There’s a group of nurses I really don’t vibe with, but they keep their distance if I’m not alone.

Me: Makes sense. So, um, on the subject of bodies. [voice lowers] How did you start with the sacrifices?

Ted: [sound of chair scooting back] Jesus christ, say that any louder?

Me: Sorry.

Ted: [voice also lowers] …Look, I’m not going to give you advice on culty killing sprees or anything. The first one was an accident. Kind of. A bird. Swung at it, killed it, and when I found it in my suitcase of all places.. I offered it up, and He sure as shit showed up to take it.

Me: Mm. Has He showed up at all while you’ve been here?

Ted: Yeah, a few times. A few patients, uh.. [lowering voice again] A few nurses have died since I’ve been here. Not my work, I swear to god, but He’s taking them like they’re more sacrifices. Lucky me. There, um.. Three of them. Clearly not natural causes, either. One’s head was caved in, one had their throat slit, and.. And one was bleeding from the face. Something isn’t right here but if I can keep my head down I can get the fuck outta here. Last thing I need is to end up like them.

Me: I’d break you out if I could. [soft laugh]. Well, thanks for, um, your honesty. [chair scooting back sound] It was nice to meet you, Ted! [sound of notebook closing] I’m sure we’ll be-

[clicking sound, audio end]

[crackedpumpkin]

hi

this is my first time requesting something so- BAHABAHAHAHA

Can yo do something with rise Leo when both of them (reader and Leo) have felling a for each other, but any or them wants to accept them, so the family starts to put them in compromising situations?

i hope you can do it

i love you

Hello lovely! Unfortunately, most of my writing progress actually got deleted because tumblr decided to fuck me over by kicking me out of my draft before I even saved it so I rewrote everything again :) (Google docs ftw)

Regardless though, I hope this is good enough for your first request! I don’t have much experience writing for ROTTMNT since I’ve actually only just started watching the show, but I really do hope you enjoy this! Sending much love your way as well <3

|| ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴇᴛʟɪɢʜᴛꜱ ||

So maybe taking a walk in a dangerous, sketchy neighbourhood isn't the best idea you've had.

You glance behind you at the clatter of what seemed to be trash cans that had toppled onto the ground, urging your feet to walk faster.

The only source of light around you was the dim flickering of a lamp post that stood a few feet away, just as sketchy as the neighbourhood you were in.

You breathe a sigh of relief when you take another look around, not seeing anyone. You shove your hands into the pockets of your hoodie, turning around to continue walking back home.

“So, whatcha doing out here all by your lonesome?” 

You shriek at the sudden voice, desperately grabbing for the pepper spray in the pocket of your jeans that you kept on you at all times. You hold it out with a shaky hand at the dark silhouette in front of you, finger ready at the trigger.

“It’s me, don’t shoot!” 

“Leo??” You lower the bottle, glaring at the familiar turtle in blue that steps into the light with a sheepish grin.

“I told you to call me if you were gonna take a walk, much less in this kind of area.” He chides, leaning against the brick wall beside you with a smirk.

“I would have if you actually picked up your calls.” You joke. You exchange smiles, knowing full well that he had never missed a single call or text if it came from you, and he wasn’t planning on doing otherwise anytime soon.

“C’mon, I’ll walk you home.” He extends his hand towards you, and you slip your hand into his without hesitation. He tugs you forward, and you almost fall into his arms had he not caught you in time. Your hand is entwined with his, and he walks beside you in the dim street. Your shoulders brush against each other every so often, and it brings soft, shy smiles to your faces.

“Okay, the plan is a go,” Donnie confirms from a nearby rooftop, keeping tabs on the pair with his binoculars.

“Oooo, I’m so excited!” Raph’s hushed excitement only encourages a boost in Donnie’s ego. 

“I love Love.” Mikey sighs blissfully, watching his brother and Y/n with his own pair of binoculars. 

“Operation ‘Get-Y/n-and-Leo-together-so-they-can-stop-mutually-pining-over-each-other-and-making-us-all-frustrated’ is underway!” April whispers excitedly into the mic attached to her shirt, hiding behind a wall of a nearby alleyway. 

“Okay guys, Phase One of the plan will take action, now!”

At Donnie’s command, April reaches out and pushes a pile of boxes that topple, falling to the ground with a loud thud. 

This causes you to look back, startled by the sudden noise. Your grip on Leo’s hand tightens, and he looks down to see your nervous expression. “I’m sure it’s nothing, scaredy-cat.” He teases, and this makes you frown, punching his arm playfully. “Am not!” You brush it off as a mere coincidence.

“Donnie, what’s pushing a bunch of boxes down gonna accomplish anyway?” Raph asks, confused by the plan’s simplicity.

“Well my dear brother, this whole plan is based on fear as an effective stimulus to encourage the two to take the first step towards each other romantically.” Donnie tuts, continuing to keep tabs on the pair.

“You see Raphael, the sound made by the fallen boxes in a sketchy neighbourhood will act as the first step in stimulating that fear. Next up, we have Phase Two. April, get ready.” Donnie instructs.

“You got it.” April pulls out a pair of particularly heavy boots, puts them on and tucks her thick hair under a baseball cap. She takes a step out into the street, her heavy boot landing on the ground with a loud thud. 

“Aaaand, now.” Mikey hits a button on Donnie’s console at his brother’s command, and all the lights on the street shut off except one. 

You look up in surprise at the sudden pitch-black darkness that surrounds you, but your attention is drawn to the sound of heavy-set footsteps from a distance behind you. Leo pulls you close, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. “I’m sure it’s nothing” He tries to laugh it off, though his voice has a slightly nervous edge to it.

The clunking grows louder, and the two of you look at each other in alarm, glancing back to see the flickering light of the only lamp post revealing a dark silhouette hidden in the shadows, its towering frame and muscular build making you panic.

“We should run,” Leo suggests in a high-pitched squeak. You barely have time to nod in agreement before he practically scoops you up in his arms, starting to run in a panic. He doesn’t stop until you reach a slightly more brightly lit area, stealing a glance behind to check if they had lost whoever that was.

“I think we lost them.” You breathe out, your arms having circled his neck as he held you close in his arms, hiding your face in his neck. He sets you down gently, the brush of his cheek against yours when he moves away bringing a soft heat to your face. He moves a strand of hair out of your face tenderly, tucking it behind your ear with a smile.

You both let out relieved laughs, the adrenaline fading from your systems before continuing the walk. Leo takes the opportunity to drape his arm around your shoulders and pull you close, masking his nervousness with confidence when you look up at him with wide eyes.

You shouldn’t read too much into it…Right?

“Phase Two: Success,” Donnie reports with a grin. 

“I dunno Donnie, this feels a little too much.” Raph voices out unsurely, readying for the next Phase.

“Too much?” Donnie cackles, “It’s never too much.”

“Donnie, are we good or what?” April asks, having taken off the boots and baseball cap. 

Donnie laughs evilly, cracking his knuckles and nodding at Raph who readies himself.

“Release the crows.” 

Raph flips the switch, releasing the automatic lock on a cage of crows that were very angry at being caught and stuffed into an overcrowded cage. Donnie had placed them in an alleyway that you and Leo were about to walk past at any moment.

You slow your footsteps, eyes narrowing as you stare into the dark alleyway suspiciously, hearing the flutter of wings. “What’s up?” Leo looks into the alleyway and his eyes widen in alarm, pulling you away just in time and shielding you from an angry flock of crows that rush out of the darkness. 

Your back hits the brick wall of the building next to the alleyway, and Leo’s arms wrap around you in a protective hug. His shell aches from the sharp claws of the angry crows that attack anything in their sight, pulling you as close as possible.

His hand covers the top of your head, and you tuck yourself under his chin, pressed firmly against his plastron. Your eyes were squeezed shut in fear, brows furrowed.

When the caws of the crows gradually fade, you finally open your eyes, blinking a couple of times. You look back up to check on Leo, and your breath hitches in your throat at the sight.

Cheeks flushed, eyes shut, and lips pressed together in a firm line. 

The picture of perfection. 

Your hand finds itself cupped against Leo’s pink cheek. His eyes fly open, staring down at you in surprise. Your thumb starts tracing small circles on the soft skin of his cheek, and he almost churrs in delight, his knees weak at the sight of you.

You, with your adorable wide eyes, your red cheeks, and your smile that gave him butterflies every time he laid eyes on it.

The image of an angel.

“Grossss,” Donnie complains, setting down his binoculars with a barely disguised gag.

“Hey, I think it’s sweet,” April says with a grin, gushing over the two, hidden a few feet away.

“Well, maybe.” He reassesses, grinning at how well his plan was turning out.

“Wait, doesn’t this mean the plan’s working?” Mikey points out.

“As if it wouldn’t.” Donnie snorts at the implication of otherwise.

The spell between the two is broken when the lone bark of a stray dog echoes throughout the neighbourhood. You both snap out of your daze, lips mere inches away from brushing. Leo’s eyes were half-lidded, leaning down to press his lips against yours before jolting away at the sound. Your hand drops to your side as Leo takes a sudden step back as if touching you had burned him.

Your cheeks were warm with an all-too-familiar heat, and you stare down at the ground, wishing it’d swallow you whole.

Leo tilts his head back, staring up at the night sky with shaky breaths and rubs the back of his neck nervously.

He was mortified but also annoyed that a simple bark had ruined what could’ve been the greatest moment of his life.

How was he supposed to face you now?

Right. He’d handle it like he always does: With confidence.

“So, shall we?” His hand is outstretched again, waiting for you to take it with a lazy yet confident grin.

He prays intently, hoping you don’t notice the way his cheeks blossom red from the heat and the way his hands tremble. He prays you don’t notice the way his voice has a nervous edge to it, and how desperately he wants to hold you again.

But you notice. You notice everything.

You look at his hand, raising your own hesitantly before pausing.

“Take his hand, damn it!” Donnie all but yells in frustration, setting down his binoculars and rubbing the space between his eyes exasperatedly when you drop your hand and nod, walking in front of him.

Leo’s dejected face was enough to make anyone feel pity for him, but he covers his crestfallen expression with a bright smile when you turn back to look at him, your brow quirked almost as if asking him to catch up with you.

He jogs to your side and starts to joke around, hiding how hurt he felt when you rejected his hand.

“Donnie, the plan isn’t working!” Raph panics and Mikey lets out a whimper from beside him.

“Wait.” Donnie pulls out his phone, typing furiously. “We still have Phase Four.”

Leo’s phone vibrates, and he pulls it out from his utility belt to check his texts. He frowns when he reads it, a groan slipping past his lips.

Now everything made sense.

“What’s wrong?” You try to peek at his screen, but he quickly tilts it away from you.

You frown, shoving your hands back into the pockets of your hoodie and feeling hurt. He never hid stuff from you before, not even embarrassing texts sent by his brothers. 

“I-it’s just spam text!” He stammers, shoving the phone back into his utility belt with a frown, looking up at the rooftops and failing to spot his brothers.

Of course, it was them who had set up this whole horror-esque situation for him.

Donnie had just sent him a text, encouraging him to kiss you when he dropped you off at your place, ending it with a ‘;)’.

“Well,” Leo looks up, having been engrossed in his thoughts to realise they had stopped walking, “this is me,” you mumble.

“I’ll meet you upstairs?”

You pause but nod with a shy smile. 

He watches you enter the glass doors of the apartment building, thankful for the lack of humans and bright lighting around. He makes his way up to the fire escape outside your bedroom window, hearing the vague greetings you gave your parents in the living room.

As soon as he hears the door close and the soft click of your lock sliding in place, he slides open the window and climbs in.

You sit down on your bed with an exhausted sigh. “That was a scary walk, huh?” You gesture for him to join you and he does, plopping down beside you. He’s strangely silent, staring down at your bedroom floor. You move closer to him, until your shoulders touch. You nudge him gently. “You okay?”

“H-huh? Y-yeah! Good walk.” Leo’s caught off guard when he realises that there’s barely any space between the two of you, surprise and nervousness in his wide eyes.

“Where’d the confident, brave Leon I know go?” You tease.

“...not so brave.”

You hear Leo faintly mutter under his breath. “What was that?” You ask.

You watch Leo take a deep breath. “Around you, I’m not so brave.” He admits softly.

“Why?”

Okay, Leo, it’s now or never.

“Because I like you.”

“What?”

You wait for the impending ‘Just Kidding!’. You knew it was coming any second now. If it was a prank, it was truly a cruel one, seeing as you did have feelings for him. You fiddle with your hands nervously.

He’s taking too long to say it, you realise.

Leo’s facing you now, more serious than you had ever seen him. His usual confidence is absent, and he waits for your response with bated breath.

“I-I mean, that’s what I’d say if I did-”

“I like you too.” 

“What?” Now it’s Leo’s turn to feel surprised, and you nod.

“I like you.” You repeat shyly, your ears bright red and confirming what he had heard.

“Really??” Leo’s arms wrap around you in a joyous hug, his elated smile causing you to giggle. You shush him with a finger to his lips, glancing over to the door, afraid your parents had somehow overheard him.

You look back at a beaming Leo.

Let’s knock him down a peg.

You press a chaste kiss to his lips. He’s left speechless, and you can’t help but laugh at how wide his eyes are. You suddenly feel embarrassed at making the first move, looking away. You feel a slender finger cup your chin, tilting your face back to meet his in a passionate kiss that has your knees weak.

You both pull away after a while, breathless. You both catch your breath, heartbeats banging against your ribcages in a steady rhythm that threatens to break out when your eyes meet.

“We should go on walks more often.” You joke weakly. His hand holds yours, fingers entwined. You look down at your hands, a silly smile fixed permanently on your lips.

“Yeah, about that…Donnie and the rest set it up.” Leo pulls out his phone, finally showing you the text that he had hidden from you earlier.

You read through it with furrowed brows, your lips curling up in a mischievous smirk.

“Why don’t we return the favour by pretending we fought?” You suggest with a cheeky wink.

Leo stares at you for a good moment before tugging you forwards into a tight hug. “This is why I fell in love with you.” He sighs lovingly.

He moves back, and you both start to chuckle evilly.

Oh, you’ll enjoy pranking his brothers the next day.

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, here is a rec list of bottom Louis fics with mirror sex! If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word.

Happy reading!

1) It Was(n't) A Mistake | Mature | 1861 words

Louis should be getting married to a pretty princess. But he finds himself a better company that is Harry Styles.

2) I Want To Ruin You | Explicit | 2045 words | Sequel

Louis Tomlinson is wearing pink spandex with a matching pink headband and fuzzy leg warmers when he meets his soulmate. And by meet he means spilling beer down the boy’s shirt.

3) Believe Me Yet? | Mature | 2377 words

Based on this idea from tumblr:

"IDEA

Louis knows he’s attractive. Mildly so, and can never agree with Harry when his boyfriend tells him how beautiful he is. So, in an effort to get him to believe it, HARRY FUCKS LOUIS IN FRONT OF A MIRROR SO HE CAN SEE HOW GORGEOUS HE LOOKS YEP"

4) After You My Lady | Explicit | 2737 words

"Harry, I’m getting this, but you can’t get ready at my house. I want to surprise you."

"Lou, like I care how you look."

Louis opened the door with a little pout on his face, “Ouch Hazza.”

Harry smiled, pulling him into a hug, “You know I’m kidding Lou, you’re going to look amazing tonight.”

Anyone looking at them right now would think the two were a couple. Louis fit in Harry’s arms perfectly and Harry was constantly tickling Louis, making him laugh and causing those crinkles by his eyes that he loved so much. Tonight was going to be a blast.

5) It's For Your Eyes Only, Living For You Solely | Explicit | 2909 words

Harry and Louis are both married, but not to each other. They still make it work.

6) My Darling, We're Both On The Wing | Explicit | 2933 words

He glances up and stares, a bit flabbergasted, as a tan, curvy, male flight attendant stands dutifully next to him, blue eyes wide and attentive, little hands folded professionally in front of him. Harry's eyes unabashedly rake up and down his body, taking in how the short sleeves of his white shirt are pleasantly tight around his biceps and how his pants seem to be straining around the width of his hips. His mouth goes a bit dry and when his eyes travel back up, the man's smirking.

7) Your Plans and Those Slow Hands | Explicit | 6374 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

AU based on that episode of Friends where Monica makes sex noises when she gets massaged. Harry and Louis meet at a coffee shop at the expense of Liam's embarrassment and Louis gets well and truly wooed by Harry's dating abilities.

8) Searching for a Sweet Surrender | Explicit | 7250 words

Louis stopped and started twice before finally saying, “Because I was being a brat.”

“Right. And do you deserve it?”

A moment’s hesitation. “Y-yes.”

“What was that, Louis?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Louis said clearer than before. “I deserve it.”

9) Shackles (I Just Want to Praise You) | Explicit | 7562 words

Louis is an extra for a low-budget gladiator movie. His day takes a turn when his shackles turn out to be more than just a film prop, and the production assistant turns out to be helpful in more ways than one.

10) Dancer, Dancer | Mature | 8740 words

From the time he was born, Louis Tomlinson was never allowed to live how he wanted. One night out changes everything for him.

11) Come A Little Closer | Explicit | 9867 words

Louis puts on lingerie. It's not, like, a thing.

12) Let Me Carry Your Weight | Explicit | 28633 words

Louis is fresh out of a bad relationship with someone who made him feel awful about how he looked. On his journey to better himself, he meets Harry - the ridiculously attractive and fit personal trainer.

13) The Prince Of Light | Explicit | 35735 words

Louis was found abandoned at a hospital at six months old and adopted by an older couple who raised him. Now twenty, he studies by night and by day works as a live-in au pair for a family with three little girls. One of the girls, Holly, swears there is a Garden Fairy coming and eating treats she leaves out in the cubby house each night.

When the family goes away for a two week holiday, Louis is secretly tasked with feeding the Fairy. While laying out the food one night he falls from the cubby house and is found by Harry. Harry is different and Louis is fascinated. But as Louis learns how different Harry really is, he discovers his own true home and a very surprising past he never knew.

Cue badgers, bananas and cookies, soulmates, a whole other world, and a future he’d never imagined.

14) The Way You Make Me Feel | Explicit | 47353 words

Liam convinces a reluctant Louis to join his Jazzercise class, as his instructor is holding a ‘come and try day’ in celebration of his birthday. Louis, the diva that he is, does not make it easy for Liam, but is surprised to find that there is a lot to be said about Jazzercise when he runs into a pink spandex clad Harry during their first class. This sparks Louis to initiate ‘Operation Manhunt’, a months long endeavor with the goal  to secure Harry as his future husband. Or at the very least, to get into Harry’s very, very tight pants. Even if Harry is oblivious to this small fact. Will Louis succeed in his mission? Or will he fall flat on his face?

15) Forgive The Urgency, But Hurry Up And Wait | Explicit | 53701 words

Note: This fic is the a sequel to this fic.

Louis' going to do better. He’s going to have all of the uncomfortable conversations and the relationship talks. He’s going to make himself be a good boyfriend.

And he’s got absolutely no idea where to start.

16) Warming Up to You | Explicit | 56227 words

“I feel you,” Harry nods along as he zips his bag open, carefully pulling out his fancy looking camera before pressing a button to turn it on. “I love taking pictures for a number of reasons, but I think the best part of the whole thing is that I’m able to go through my older pictures and have all these memories from those moments come back to me.”

He puts the camera against his eye and points at Louis, and before the shorter one can even react, he hears a ‘click’, and Harry’s smiling down at the screen of his camera.

“And I don't think I want to forget about the day I got stranded in a cabin with a pretty stranger,” he finishes off.

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[imthefemalemonster]

⸻Do you think about me now?

Daemond - Daemon Targaryen x Aemond Targaryen (Smut)

Chapter I. Like you a little

⸻ Summary: After the dinner, Aemond regain his chambers, accompanied by Cole, who worries about Daemon's potential hostility. But when the Rogue Prince shows up, it's nothing like Cole expected.

Tags: Shameless Smut, Anal Sex, Kisses, Voyeurism (It's Cole), Jealousy, Top!Daemon, Bottom!Aemond, I like my men manipulative, Daemond not really established but mention of previous sexual intercourses

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Notes: This is inspired by a post I saw on Tumblr were Daemond fucks and Cole is behind the door hearing them, I can’t find it again but I thought I had to make it into shameless smut because the prompt is just too good - hope you like it. ♡

Tumblr for requests/ideas: @imthefemalemonster

Some HotD smut prompts I used for inspiration: here

⸻ Words: 2391

The walk was mostly silent, hands behind his back, head up, Aemond was walking to his chamber, mind elsewhere when Cole was shadowing him. He had left the dinner in haste after provoking his nephews once more, his mother asking her knight to follow him. She was surely worried that Daemon would be waiting for him somewhere if he dared stepping out of his chambers or wandering the corridors alone. Aemond could only wish he met his uncle again now, it was only better when he was challenged. Arriving at his chambers, the prince turned to face Cole, his face showing a mix of worries and incomprehension.

“What? Will you ground me too?”

Cole shook his head, hesitating.

“That might have been a bit excessive.”

“Don’t tell me you would take their defense.”, sighed Aemond.

“Never said so, I would have probably pushed him harder if I wasn’t wearing a kingsguard armor.”, exhaled Cole, convinced he probably wouldn’t have only pushed him, “I was only but worried about the Rogue’s Prince intervention.”

Aemond shrugged his shoulders. Oh, he loved when Cole mentioned Daemon. It was always with a delicious mix of worries and jealousy. What he would give to see them fight for him more often.

“I don’t fear him, may he come if he dares.”, snarled Aemond, not blind to Cole obvious interests, those were much more deeper than just protecting the Queen’s son.

“He dares.”

The voice came with a smile. Standing behind the knight, Daemon was staring at his nephew, eyes piercing through the clothes, acting like he had never seen what was under. Aemond smiled at the sight, delighted, it was the perfect scenario. He had expected his uncle to arrive later, when nobody was here like he always did. Gods know what would happen to them if anyone was to find out. But having Cole as a witness this time was only making him more eager. He understood by his uncle’s smile that he seemed to share the idea.

“I need to have a talk with the boy.”

“The Prince”, corrected Cole, fists clenched.

“Whatever”, sighed Daemon, stepping closer to the door, nonchalantly, ignoring the knight.

“It’s fine”, whispered Aemond, “We’ve done this before. I am to get scolded, then he’ll leave satisfied.”

Daemon raised an eyebrow toward his nephew, unsure what were the rules of tonight’s game. Aemond opened the door, letting his uncle go through. He turned to Cole who hadn’t moved, confused.

“Can you”, he commenced, voice low, leaning closer, “Can you stand outside? J-just in case.”, his eye wide open, head

“Of course of my Prince, please let me know-”

“Thanks”, softly smiled Aemond, before disappearing behind the door, closing it.

The worry in the boy’s voice pierced Cole’s heart. It was rare for Aemond to look so vulnerable. He looked up to him, still needing his protection and Cole would do everything to give him, ready to step into the room and cut Daemon’s head off, just like the Prince liked it. He smiled at the idea, impossible to realize, but at least he could still stop him from hurting his boy and that was enough for Cole.

Aemond had just closed the door that his body was smashed against the door, a loud noise echoing in the room, and probably heard outside too, he hoped. Hands on his waist, Daemon had turned the boy to face him, blocking his body between his and the hard door, not as hard as him. His face hungrily brushed Aemond’s, lips dangerously close.

“That hurt.”, murmured the one-eyed prince.

“Sure hope it did.”

The sudden noise had the knight jumping. Hand on his sword, he moved closer to the door, not opening it yet. If he stood close enough, Cole could hear inside the room. The voices seemed to come right from behind the closed door. But the noises didn’t sound like voices, more like… giggles?

“Time for another punishment for the arrogant Prince.”, laughed Daemon.

“I was only stating facts.”

��Shut up, I didn’t tell you to use your tongue.”

Aemond laughed, loud enough to make sure everyone nearby heard him. It was rapidly silenced by his uncle's sudden assault on his mouth. Lips clashed in a fight Aemond never really wanted to win. Daemon made sure to be as noisy as he could, using lips, saliva, tongue in a grandiose orchestra of obscenity. He kissed roughly, biting the lower lip, a hand reaching to grab the back of his nephew’s neck, the other pounding irregularly on the wooden door. Aemond smirked in the kisses, tongues massaging, lips connected by saliva between breaths, obvious to his uncle little game.

“Can’t let him think you’re fucking me already.”, he giggled, hands grazing Daemon’s leathered torso, feeling his heart beat and the strong muscles beneath he craved to see.

“Right, little brat”, grunted Daemon, nails scratching his nephew’s collar, slowly undoing it, “Have to let him know I’m preparing you for my cock.”, the last word purposefully louder than the others.

Aemond bit his lips in anticipation. Having a potential audience was making it so much more exciting, danger is arousing, so is jealousy.

“Want to let him know who I belong to, uncle?”, mewled Aemond.

Daemon closed the distance between them, shoving their hips together, kisses loud and wet. The Rogue Prince would make sure that whoever was standing behind the door, the stupid knight he hoped, would know who his nephew belonged to. Him. Sucking the Prince’s bottom lip into his mouth, Daemon only grew harder when Aemond answered with heavy breaths and loud moans against his face, unhinged.

“Y-yes, uncle!”, yelled Aemond, their hips moving back and forth, pounding against the door, moving to the rhythm of their hard center’s ruts.

Daemon laughed. Hands working fast on the one-eyed Prince’s top, freeing him, doing the same with the pants, going slower as his lips traced the white shivering body under him, Aemond pleading, melting at the touch. Daemon deliberately ignored his throbbing cock, before moving up to devour his nephew’s mouth, stepping out of his own clothes with haste.

Cole wished he could hit the door, maybe his fist would go through and reach the Rogue Prince, punching his stupid smile out of his face. He was everything but stupid. This was obviously not a fight, but much worse. He wanted to step away from the door, but his body wouldn’t move, mind hungry at the noises and moans from the very thing he wanted to possess most.

“Be a good boy and spread your legs.”

Aemond obeyed, moaning his uncle’s name as he turned him around, face against the door, back arched, the hot air in the room grazing his sensitive ass. Eye looking behind him, he savored the view, cock growing painfully harder at the sight of his uncle's naked body, sculpted white skins and scars. He wished it to be pressed against his, trapped between the broad body pounding inside him and the hard door stroking his cock hoping Cole was still here to hear it all.

But he wasn't met with his uncle's chest or hips, but his hands on his asscheeks, squeezing them lustfully, lips and tongue teasing his hole. Fingers digging into the soft flesh, Daemon parted it away, mouth connecting with the rim, making Aemond moan loudly at the contact. Mouth closing on the Prince’s skin, Daemon licked harshly, obscene and wet noises escaping his mouth, fucking the hole with his tongue, stretching the boy open.

“A-ah, fuck yes Daemon!”, screamed Aemond, the tongue roughly fucking his inside, walls clenching around it, saliva dropping along his leg, “More! M-more!”

“Such a whore.”, smiled Daemon, moving backward, stepping up, pressing his body against Aemond’s, shaft rock hard between the Prince’s asscheeks.

“Only for you, uncle.”, moaned Aemond against the door.

He should have moved by now. Cole's entire body was frozen. He was as aroused as infuriated. It was always Daemon who had it all. He raised that boy like his own, and yet he couldn’t even hope to caress his hair. But his uncle could show up abruptly in his room and fucks him open, and Aemond begged for it. He felt hot, as hot as the room on the other side of the door could be. This was definitely going to go further, maybe he could stand here, if he closed his eyes and focused hard enough, he could imagine it was him instead of Daemon. Pinning the boy against the door, lifting him up like he weighed nothing and pounding his own cock inside his warm and inviting hole while Aemond would be nothing but a moaning mess for him.

Needily grinding against his nephew's hot body, Daemon buried his face into Aemond’s neck, licking the sweat, kissing and biting the skin to leave marks everyone would see and nobody would dare question. Growling as he felt his cock rub against his own saliva at the one eyed Prince’s entrance, the man pushing back harder against him, inviting. He smiled, one hand reaching for his cock, slowly and agonizingly pushing the top against the abused hole, the other hand going for the Prince’s chest against the door, pinching his pink and sensitive nipple.

Without warning, body pressed against Aemond, his own nipples on the boy’s hot back, Daemon pushed his hips forward, entering his nephew with a low groan, hips slamming the wood, hoping the lustful sounds went directly into the knight’s ears. The Rogue Prince was uninterested in letting his nephew adapt to his size. He had taken him too often to know he would do great, instead he started to fuck him right away, pushing in and out, a hand moving to the man’s waist, grabbing him harshly. Aemond responded to the assault with pleas and his body instinctively moving backward, his hips’ rhythm synchronizing with his uncle. His cock neglected and untouched, but the pain was as delicious as the blood rushing to his member leaving his brain empty, only feeding himself off his uncle filling him.

“H-harder!”

Daemon smiled, finding an erratic and delightful pace as he felt Aemond clench around him, moving his legs so his cock could reach deeper, tearing off delicious screams from his nephew as he hit those spots inside him. It was wet, messy and warm.

“Harder!”, begged Aemond, breathless, hands pounding against the door, like an irregular knock, “Cole!”

Too lost chasing his own release, Daemon didn’t stop even after hearing the words, unsure if he had imagined them or if it was real.

Cole froze. His imagination had gone too far, he had no idea he was so good as imagining his Prince screaming his name. He smiled at the idea, before realizing that the movements against the door had slowed. What it is really his imagination or was Aemond twisted enough to moan his name when his own uncle was buried so deep inside him the strongest men couldn’t spread them apart? The boy was smart, way too smart and he was making both of the men mad, for his pleasure. Cole only grew harder in his armor thinking about Daemon’s face right now. The Rogue Prince might be inside Aemond, but his Cole was never far.

Daemon dug his fingers deeper in Aemond's waist, the man emitting a small sob. His cock buried deep inside, not moving anymore as he observed the younger Prince’s breath, very aware of what he was trying to do. Jealousy always makes things better.

“Going to stretch you so wide you won’t even feel his cock when he fucks your hole”, rasped Daemon, “Since you want it so much.”

Aemond giggled, Daemon picked up his bestial and erratic pace again, both hands on the Prince waist, arms, legs, cock, entire body at the same rythm to tear Aemond apart, cock reaching spots it had never been before.

“There’s enough space for the two of you.”

Daemon smirked, there definitely was some space, thanks to him.

“How depraved.”

“I’ve always been brave.”

“Arrogant too.”

“Tell me more.”, cooed Aemond, ass and legs moving backward to meet Daemon’s hips, pushing him deeper inside.

“I’ll fill you up to the brim.”, grunted Daemon, leaning closer, hot breath and lips brushing the younger Prince’s ear, sending shivers down his spine.

The words were enough for Aemond, grinding his own erection against the hard door, wood painful on his cock as he came over it and himself, screaming what seemed to be a mix of both his men’s names.

“Gods, only from that?”, husked Daemon, feeling the boy’s body tense from the orgasm.

“O-only?”, laughed Aemond, legs, arms, nipples and hole hypersensitive, feeling like Daemon was pounding in his entire body at once, “Who would have thought the Rogue P-prince”, he breathed, “W-would underestimate his size… and what it d-does when it fucks you.”

“Hm, I liked you better shutting up, or moaning”, smirked Daemon, very aroused at Aemond’s insolence, it only made him more delicious to break.

Nails dug as deep in his nephew’s waist as Daemon’s cock in the tight hole, he moved brutally inside, lips sucking the skin of the Prince’s neck in his mouth, feeling him almost collapse in his arms as his hot seed filled Aemond, he came with a loud and guttural groan.

Breathless, Daemon stood still inside his nephew, using his last strength to push his cock deeper, making sure his cum had coated the younger Prince’s insides. He leaned in, they body shaking but still standing against the door, face finding each other as they kissed, fucking each other’s mouths eagerly. Hands cupping the reddened cheeks, moving out of Aemond, his seed running alongside the man’s leg with a mix of sweat and saliva. Daemon smiled, contemplating his masterpiece, once again. He was delighted, but his painting was still missing some work.

“Bed.”, he ordered.

Aemond smirked, he was brave, very brave, and hungry with his uncle’s stamina.

The noises had stopped, Cole felt no presence on the other side of the door. Not wanting to imagine further, unable to think that Aemond would have taken his uncle to bed, he shook his head and left. At least now that he heard the one eyed Prince’s moans, he didn’t have to imagine them anymore when he would wander into his darkest fantasies.

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Corpse’s Girl

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Bullying, Swearing, Derogatory Terms

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: Y/N’s life as a regular college student is forever stripped away from her when her relationship with the famous YouTuber Corpse Husband is accidentally revealed during an online class of hers. How will she cope with the sudden spotlight and the unwanted attention, some of which crosses into bullying?

Requested by my amazing Tumblr friend @itsminniekat 🥰 She’s been reading and liking my works since day one and I honestly couldn’t be more grateful. If you’re reading this, all I can say is thank you, darling. Thank you so much for sticking by my blog even when I posted some crappy fics. I’ll make sure this ain’t one of them. Love you with all my heart. ❤❤❤

P.S. - I named the mean character with my name so I hope no one who reads this has the same name. Wouldn’t want any of you feeling like the villain 😘

Who knew online class would be even more boring than being physically present for a lecture? Seriously, I find myself doing the weirdest of crap to entertain myself - like trying to balance a pen on the tip of my nose for example. I jot down some notes every now and then but that’s basically it. My mind can not fathom the concept on concentrating on whatever my professors are going on and on about. Well, full disclosure, I couldn’t concentrate even if I wanted to, especially with my boyfriend streaming in the other room.

He’s currently playing Among Us with his usual gaming squad. Listening to his input during the discussions, I can always tell when he’s lying. I honestly find it hilarious that his friends can’t pick up when he’s bullshitting them. I sometimes wonder if he has brainwashed them. And that’s one of the main reasons we don’t play Among Us together - he can’t lie to me. Not only do I pick up on his con with ease, but he always says he feels bad when he lies to me which is just the sweetest thing. Also, I refuse to play cause I’m shy. His friends are all well-known content creators and I’m a literal nobody. Every now and then I find myself wondering why Corpse is even with me. He’s always quick to push those thoughts out of my head and make sure they don’t return on a long notice, but they do interrupt my peace from time to time.

“Y/N, do you know?“ The sound of my professor saying my name takes me out of my eavesdropping of Corpse’s stream.

I panic, but quickly improvise, “Sorry, my internet is slow, you cut out for a second. What was the question?” I feel my face heating up, making me glad we are allowed to keep our cameras off.

“Question number 15 on page 82 in your textbook. Do you know the answer to it?“ My professor repeats himself, his tone annoyed.

I look down at the page that’s already opened in front of me. I let out a sigh of relief, seeing that the question is rather easy.

“Yeah, um, it’s...“ Suddenly, Corpse’s laugh reaches my room loud and clear. There’s no doubt my mic picked up the noise, especially since the door to my room is open.

The color drains from my face as I hurry to say the answer and remute myself. My eyes are wide as I stare at my screen, hoping no one will acknowledge that very recognizable laugh.

“OMG Y/N, are you watching a Corpse Husband stream in class?” One of the bitches in my class, Vy, speaks up, “Not a very goody-two-shoe move on your part, dear.” 

I purposely unmute my mic to mumble a quick ‘Shut up, bitch’ that somehow manages to fly under my professor’s radar and the class continues. It’s the first time something like this has happened and I’m not sure if I handled it properly or not.

The class ends shortly after, allowing me a sigh of relief as I disconnect from the meeting. 

“Fucking finally.“ I mumble to myself, leaning back in my desk chair. Tilting my head backwards, I see Corpse standing in the doorframe. I grin, not only because his presence itself makes me ten times happier, but also because he’s upside down from my viewpoint. “Well, hello there! How long have you been spying on me?“

He struts over to me, leaning his face over mine, “Long enough.” His lips linger above mine without any actual contact before he pulls away, allowing me to sit up straight and proper in the chair. “You still have classes?”

I nod my head while disappointedly rolling my eyes, “Yeah. One more. Shouldn’t be too bad since it’s English Lit. You’re done streaming?”

“Yeah, I just have some other things to do. I haven’t done a narration video in a while, I miss making that type of content.“ He plops down on my bed, running a hand through his messy black curls.

“Weren’t you recording some lines a few days ago?“ I frown as I try to recall if what I’m referring to actually happened or my brain is too fried to decipher reality from my bootleg perception of it. Online class, man - messes with your head like sleeping pills - makes you disoriented and exhausted with barely doing anything other than trying to wrap your brain around a lecture or two.

He hums affirmatively, “It’s not a finished project and I don’t even know if I’ll use those or rerecord them. I’ll have to listen to them again before I make a final decision.“

I tilt his chin upwards with my pointer finger, a gesture he has told me he finds very endearing, “I’m sure they’re great and you just refuse to be satisfied. Everything you do is great.“

He smiles a small, shy smile, his fingers gently wrapping around my wrist, holding my hand in place, “You’re biased. You like me too much to tell me when I do some bullshit.”

I scoff, “You know that isn’t true. If someone’s gonna kick your butt in formation, it’s gonna be me.“ I give him a quick kiss on the forehead before pulling away from him, “Go on, now. I have a class to attend. You distract me enough while you’re in the other room, I can only imagine how hard it’d be for me to focus if you were right by my side.“

He smirks, bowing a little as he makes his way out of the room, “You flatter me.”

I playfully roll my eyes, getting my headset back on as I tap the last class for the day. We have an assignment due to the start of the class which we’ll have to present if the professor approved of it. We basically had to write a psychoanalysis of a character from any book of our choice. I chose Heathcliff from ‘Wuthering Heights’ which is one of my favorite books of all time. I’m proud of what I wrote and the way I wrote it, but I’ve always barely scraped by with a B in this class, a B+ if I’m lucky, so I’ve never gotten any major credit, even when I put my 110% in the assignments and projects.

Well, color me surprised when the professor calls on me first to read my work, complimenting it on its detailed and specific nature. I get my printed assignment out in front of me and unmute myself.

“I wrote a psychoanalysis on for Heathcliff, a character from Emily Bronte’s novel ‘Wuthering Heights’.“ Just after I say this line, Corpse’s voice booms throughout the whole apartment, no doubt being picked up by my mic. It doesn’t sound like he’s actually talking, he can’t be that loud. I put two and two together when I recognize the lines he’s saying - the ones he recorded a few days ago. They’re coming from his computer speakers. He probably didn’t check the volume before playing back the recording.

I mute myself as quickly as possible, but it’s too late. The voice dies down as Corpse probably turned down the speakers.

My professor, who is already done with this lecture, just annoyedly remarks, her words overdosed with sarcasm: “Read your assignment and you can go back to whatever it is you are watching.”

“Wow, Y/N! Again?! Are you one of those crazy obsessed fans or something? Is Corpse Husband all you watch?“ This bitch is really poking a stick at me, huh? The only crazy obsessed fan here is her, and my friends but they are allowed. Little do all of them know, I am obsessed but not simply over a YouTuber. I’m obsessed with my boyfriend who just happens to be a YouTuber.

“No commentary, please.“ The professor scolds her, “Go on, Y/N.“

I finish reading without any other disturbances. The professor compliments my essay again when I’m done, the small incident at the beginning forgotten already. Well, not by everyone. One of my friends shot me a quick text to joke about it which only earned an eye roll from me.

My friends don’t know that I’m dating Corpse either. As I said, they are simping HARD over him while I act the most indifferent on the subject. Whenever they ask my opinion on him I either say ‘he’s OK’ or just avoid answering completely. I know saying anything more enthusiastic than that would turn into a snowball rolling down a snowy hill - I’d just keep babbling about how nice, amazing, wonderful and a gift to this world Corpse is, inevitably revealing our relationship in the process.

I’m afraid of revealing my relationship with Corpse in front of these people. They are all run on jealousy and selfishness and I can only imagine how mean they’d be about it. I’m already not too fond of them, it would only be worse if any of my personal life was exposed.

When the class finally ends I remove my headset, putting my forehead down on the desk, barely missing the keyboard. I groan in frustration and anger at myself for not fighting back. I could’ve and should’ve said something - ANYTHING. But what? That’s a question I can’t find the answer to.

“Hey...“ Corpse’s hesitant voice comes from behind me, “You ok?“

I straighten my posture, turning to him with a smile. “Yeah, but these people suck.”

I get up from my chair as he approaches me, basically falling in his arms. The comfort I feel radiating off of him makes me relax, forget the past hour or so. He has always had this effect on me. Like my own personal kryptonite to my anger and anxiety.

“Did I get you in any trouble because of that?“ His voice shows clear concern and guilt. 

I wrap my arms around him tighter, burying my head in his chest. “No, don’t worry about it.“ 

And I really wasn’t in trouble. Not until now that the video is officially posted....

I can call these people dumb all I want but they sure put two and two together awfully fast. They recognized the lines they heard during class as the same ones from his new video that came out almost a week after the incident, aka two days ago. It’s safe to say I haven’t touched my phone or computer since.

“This is all my fault.“

Of all the horrible things I suspected would happen this has to be the worst - Corpse is blaming himself for it. I am prepared to take all the shit these people have to throw at me but seeing Corpse beating himself up over this is killing me. No amount of convincing can change his mind. Nothing I say helps.

“Please, stop doing this to yourself. Non of this is your fault, Corpse.“ I’ve repeated this sentence more than a thousand time these past forty eight hours, each time saying it more and more desperately.

“All of it is my fault, Y/N. I’m so sorry. I hate myself so much.“ Has been his reply single time.

 I can’t watch him be so mean to himself. It’s the most conflicting thing when the person you love most is torturing themselves. It’s easy if it’s someone else doing it, you just kick their ass. But what are you supposed to do when the person you want to protect is the same one you need to protect them from.

Corpse has shut himself away in his recording room these past few hours and though he clearly needs to be alone, he still left the door open just a crack cause he knows I’ll be worried sick otherwise.

While I’m alone in the living room, I’ve finally managed to brace myself and build enough courage to power up my laptop. Last time it was on it was going mad with notifications.

“It’s digital. Only digital. It can’t hurt you too badly if it can’t touch you, right?“ I mumble to myself, already frustrated despite not having yet seen all the horrors that await me.

And horrors there were. Everywhere. Twitter. Instagram. Facebook.

My grades. Some pictures of me no one has ever seen. My school files. People from my class tweeting Corpse to ‘expose’ me for the ‘slut’ or ‘bitch’ I really am. Corpse hasn’t touched social media either and I plan on making sure it stays that way. God only knows how much worse he’ll get if he sees these claims.

And then, like a notification sent straight from hell, an email from my professor.

Practical lectures on Friday. Be here at 9 AM. Don’t forget your mask and gloves.

Good thing I opened my laptop when I did. Friday is tomorrow and I need to prepare for this day. Not only do I need to hit the books but I need to toughen up a bit. I can’t go there looking like I feel - like a mess.

Alright, time to put the brave face on. No more wallowing in it, at least not until tomorrow afternoon.

I make a study plan and hop in the shower. I feel the need to apologize to my hair for washing it so roughly, basically yanking at my strands from frustration that has been suppressed for too long.

I get our of the boiling hot shower, red as a lobster, and change into some clean comfortable clothes and put my ass in study mode. I remove all the scary expectations of the morning to come from my mind and let the information the textbooks has to offer seep into my brain.

                                                            *  *  *

I’m about to head out and, despite my put-together composure, I am a wreck inside. I actually put effort into my appearance, I mean - I even styled my hair. A pretty façade to hide a ruin.

I saw my friends’ texts last night, all three of them ending their friendship with me because they felt betrayed. I haven’t yet decided how to feel about that. Doesn’t matter at the moment, there are more important matters at hand, aka surviving the next three hours.

My college is within ten minutes walking distance from our apartment. That ten minute walk has never been so stressful, not even during exam season. The air feels a little harder to breathe, the path a little shorter to walk. And my moment of reckoning a little too close.

I feel eyes on me the second I start walking through the park of our campus. Sure, I could just be paranoid, but the feeling is too real to be just my imagination in overdrive. I’m glad I have my hair down and a mask on so the redness of my cheeks and neck isn’t on display. That’s a sign of weakness right now.

We have two an hour and a half long classes between which we have a snack break that’s half an hour. I usually enjoy that period but I’m dreading it now. These assholes can only be so mean in the presence of a professor, but during lunch break they can increase that tenfold. 

“Well if it isn’t Corpse’s girl.“ I hear that a lot. The whispers are not so much whispers as intentionally loud enough for me to hear remarks. I’m not bothered by them, it’s the least they can do. If I let such a simple thing get to me, I’d be crumbling by the end of first period.

I hear some shuffling behind me and out of the corner of my eye I see, yeah you guessed it, THAT bitch. She’s standing as close to me as she can without violating Covid regulations. A mask is covering her face but the menacing look in her eyes tells me all I need to know about the interaction that’s about to go down.

“I’d ask how much he pays you for the hour.....“ her long nails tap the wooden desk, “but that’d be rude. I bet it’s tough being a maid. Do you just clean or are you a multipurpose lap dog? No offense, I’m genuinely curious.“

“Vy, would you be so kind as to give Y/N some room to breathe?“ The professor asks as he nonchalantly walks in.

Vy rolls her eyes, batting her eyelashes at me, “Talk to you later, sweetheart.” With a fake friendly wave she’s out of my hair, at least for now.

Remember what I said about these people not being as dumb as I pegged them to be? Yeah, scratch that. These fuckers actually tried getting away with taking pictures of me with flash in broad daylight. Like, HELLO! I have two functioning eyes and a brain, I’m onto you. Sadly, me having figured out their childish but hurtful methods of humiliating me doesn’t change much. They still posted the pics they took, using the most derogatory terms they could find in the English language, always making sure to tag Corpse and me both.

Needless to say, these were the longest three hours of my life.

                                                              *  *  *

Shutting the door to our apartment behind me causes relief of the highest levels. I feel like I’ve locked out all the bad shit I have had to deal with these past twenty four hours. 

I’m tired. I’m fucking exhausted. I feel like a discarded piece of paper. 

And it all starts crumbling. A wall is bound to start slowly falling apart after being hit over and over again, each time feeling the blows with a stronger intensity. 

I slide down the door sitting down on the floor and slowly taking my shoes off. I put my bag beside me and wrap my arms around my knees, hiding my head in the space between them and my chest.

One tear slides down my cheek.

Another follows.

And another, this time accompanied by a choked sob.

A pair of arms wraps around the ball that my body has been shaped into. One of his hands comes up to stroke my hair gently, feeding me the comfort I have been longing for since I left the apartment this morning.

“I saw it. All of it. All the shit they talk about you. All the names they call you. And I’ve never wanted to beat so many people up simultaneously.“ His words make me raise my head from its low position, giving him a knowing look. “I wish I could. I would, but that would land me in jail. Which doesn’t even sound so bad cause I don’t like going out. Only problem is you wouldn’t be with me. I wouldn’t want you to be there with me, don’t get me wrong, I’d never want you to end up in jail. I-...” I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. A quick kiss that says so much but mainly shows the immeasurable gratitude for his support.

Seeing those awful tweets and comments had the complete opposite effect on him. He no longer blames himself but the people who actually deserve the blame - all those jerks from my college.

I pull away, giving him a small smile. “I would never let you go to jail.” 

He smiles back at me, overjoyed that my mood is slowly being lifted, “Come on, I have a nice crowd that would like to meet you.”

I know exactly what he means. Felix, Sean, Rae, Dave, Sykkuno and the rest of his friends. The people I’ve been so shy and afraid to meet since day one. Being shy doesn’t really make sense now, seeing as how they know I exist and that I’m a part of Corpse’s life. 

What do I have to lose?

“Guys, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.“ Corpse’s black avatar runs around my cyan one in the Among Us lobby.

I can’t help but giggle when I unmute my mic, “Hi everyone! It’s so nice to finally meet you.“ They each introduce themselves, expressing how happy they are to be meeting me too.

It’s the first time in what feels like a while that I’m truly having fun. These people are wonderful, each so unique and lovely. They never brought up the scandal nor acted as though they knew about it. I know they did and I am beyond grateful that they never mentioned it or treated me any differently because of it. Also, Corpse was streaming the whole time. I had my phone on his stream, my eyes nervously scanning the chat every now and then. I couldn’t believe it. Corpse’s real fans were just as wonderful as his friends - they were nothing but supportive and happy to have met me.

Now, I can either choose to believe these people were being so nice to me out of sympathy or I can believe they really like me and appreciate me for who I am and not for what happened to me. 

I choose to believe the latter.

And while I’m still getting accustomed to this whole new spotlight, I know I’ll be able to handle it as long as I’m holding Corpse’s hand in the process. All I need is to have him beside me and I’m prepared to tackle anything.

“They love you.“ Corpse tells me once the stream is done and we’ve hopped out of the Discord call, “But I love you more.“

His arms wrap around my waist while mine instinctively find their way around his neck, “I love them, too. But they’re at the number 2 spot.”

He smirks at me, “I wonder who’s at number 1.”

I push up on my toes, putting my lips an inch away from his, “Hmm, I wonder...”

He doesn’t let me finish, silencing my teasing with a sweet, loving kiss.

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[inkedbantam]

Greetings! The name is InkedBantam, but I got by Ink, Viibe, or Mason! I'm a transmasc digital artist with ASD + ADHD who likes to make designs and doodle alot of stuff. I have a flock of chickens that I care for and I post about them a bit on my Tumblr

My pronouns are He/Him, They/Them, and Ae/Aer.

I'm fairly easygoing and don't mind chats at all, so feel free to stop by and hang out. I may not always have the energy but I love talking to peeps!

Special interests:

Chickens and chickenkeeping, Final Fantasy, Kingdom Hearts, Retro technology, Video game preservation, Animal Welfare, and Genshin.

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Please note that I will not hesitate to block you if you're a piece of shit who harms/glorifies the harm of other people, children and/or animals.

I also utilize my block buttons for scammers, bigots, drama mongerers, clout chasers, ai/cryptobros, and dipshits in general. Fuck that noise.

[ellieswhoreeee]

The Two of Us. pt 4

Author’s note; Sorry guys for being so inconsistent about posting guys! i promise i’ll do better but i was kinda distracted with a dina fic i’m writing🧍🏽‍♀️anyways this is the end, i hope you guys enjoy it! also i know this feels slightly rushed so i’m sorry for that :/

endgame pairings: ellie williams x fem! reader

warnings: swearing, marijuana, violence, ect.

ps: i’m still learning how to use tumblr when it comes to replying and doing other stuff so please give me time 😭

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“I knew i’d find ya’ here,” Joel’s voice was oddly gruff but soft at the same time. He was loud enough for you to hear, even from the different distances. It was nice hearing his voice. You heard the rocks under his feet crunch together, making noise as he got closer and closer to your hiding spot. You were hiding in the tree house that was built into a large tree. The tree house was small but big enough for you, even though you built it when you were younger. It was surprisingly stable.

You didn’t say anything, and just stayed where you were. Hopefully he would think that you weren’t in here if you weren’t responding to him. “Kiddo, get down from there and talk to me. I ain’t gonna leave, so you can’t hide from me.”

You sighed quietly, and crawled towards the door- which in reality was just an old blanket that covered the entrance. You hated how noble Joel was. Your head peaked through the fabric. “Did Maria send you? Tell her i’m okay, i’m just sick.”

“Actually, i came here on my own. I’ve just… Noticed the changes between you and Ellie these past few days… I think if you could just talk to her-“

“Joel, this won’t get fixed by just talking. I fucked up this time.”

“What did you do…?” Joel questioned curiously. You looked away and decided to stay quiet as you clenched your jaw. Joel looked down at the ground awkwardly, noticing the look on your face. “I know y’all kids think i don’t know anything… But i’m not dumb. People talk… I’m just waiting for her to tell me so… whatever it is, i can guarantee that i won’t judge.” 

You bit your lip, and decided it would be better to talk to him. It was a little awkward when you first met but after continuously talking to him and hanging with him really changed that. He was one of the many people you were grateful for. You gave him a small smile. “I would invite you up but you’re kinda…”

“What? Too old? I’ll have ya’ know that i’m in the prime of my life.”

You bite the inside of your cheek to hide your laugh. “Fat. I meant fat, you would break the tree house.” You were joking, it wasn’t anything serious and he knew that.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yep.”

He hummed, giving you a mischievous smile. He then moved towards the tree, and started to slowly climb up the ladder without any hesitation. You retreated back to the spot you were in, and watched as Joel struggled to get in quietly. He then sat across from you. He was curious about the inside- it didn’t look as abandoned as he thought he would be. “Cozy,”

You laughed. “Thanks, i guess you never been up here, huh? You should’ve seen it when me and Ellie put fairy lights up…” Joel stayed quiet for a moment. You brought your knees up to your chest and let out a quiet sigh. “You know, she’d say something dumb like, ‘it’s Ellie and I’ or something.”

Joel felt like patting you on the back and saying ‘it would be okay’ but that wasn’t what you needed right now. You needed someone to talk to. He needed to be that person for you because of how much he cared about you and Ellie. “What happened?”

“You won’t judge me?” Your voice cracked at the question, and he could tell you were scared. He shook his head in response which made you feel slightly better. You covered your eyes with your hands in frustration. “Ellie found out that i… Have feelings for her.” Your voice was quiet, and he almost didn’t hear you.

He was quiet for what seemed like forever but in reality it was only a couple of seconds. “…And does she like you back?” He questioned in the softest way possible. You removed your hands from your eyes and decided to look at him.

“If she did we wouldn’t be up here…” You replied awkwardly.

“So… You two talked about it? And you’re certain that she doesn’t like you?”

You shook your head slowly at his questions. “No, i kinda just walked away before she could say anything… But i know she doesn’t like me because she’s-“

“Dating Cat.” Joel finished for you. He already knew about Ellie and Cat. Not much, but enough to know how they dote on each other. People talk, so mostly everyone knew about them. Joel was just waiting for Ellie to tell him, and she hasn’t.

You nodded. “Yeah. Dating fucking Cat.” You spat bitterly.

Joel sighed, and continued to watch you. He noticed a lot by just watching you. You were playing with your hands, almost as if you were trying to calm your down from the hurricane that is your brain. You looked pretty sad. “Alright, i’m tired of it. You needa’ stop moping. So, we’re going.”

“Where are we going?” You asked quickly and followed him down the tree house. He waited for you, and once you reached the pebbles on the floor he started moving ahead once again. All you could really do was follow him.

“Just follow me, kid.”

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“No way! I can’t do this right now, at least let me get a drink or something! I need whiskey in my system before i can talk to her!”

You don’t know how it happened. You let Joel drag you around town- just so he could get you to let your guard down. His real plan was getting you to Ellie’s garage. He asked you to close your eyes and lead you somewhere- and that’s where you are now. Right behind his house, aka in front of Ellie’s door.

“What if Cat’s here? This’ll be really awkward and pretty messed up.!” He was dragging you by your collar now, just so you couldn’t run away. You hated how strong he was. He then knocked on her door, and your skin shivered anxiously. You didn’t want to be here. You weren’t ready.

“Sorry, kid. In life, you gotta face your problems one way or another. I’m just giving you a gentle push.”

“More like a forceful shove!”

“Quit your whinin’. You need this. Closure or whatever you kids are saying these days.”

“Joel!-“

The door lock clicking caught your attention, then the door opened slowly. It revealed a very tired looking Ellie. She looked up at Joel and then down at you in surprise. “Sup..?”

Joel nodded in acknowledgment. “Heya, kiddo. Just thought i’d drop this off.” He let go of your collar, and suddenly you were on the floor. He turned on his heel and returned into his house through the back door. Fucking Joel, acting like i’m some sort of package. You couldn’t help think as you sat there.

“Fuck me,” You muttered lowly to yourself. You couldn’t even look up at Ellie. You were ashamed. You weren’t planning on telling Ellie about how you felt. Especially when you didn’t know if your feelings would last long. “This was a bad idea, i’m gonna go.” You stood up and brushed the dirt off your clothes.

You were about to walk- maybe even run away if it weren’t for Ellie talking first. “I never pegged you as a coward.”

You sighed, turning back to face her. To finally look at her. You noticed the bags under her eyes, that she looked paler than usual and her voice sounded hoarse. Seeing her this way made you sad. “Ellie…”

“No. You won’t talk right now.” She stopped you from speaking further. Maybe you deserved that. “Avoiding me, ignoring me and running away from me whenever i’m near? That’s all the things a coward would do. And that coward is you, y/n. I never thought that you were that type of person… You always faced your problems head on.”

Her arms were crossed over her chest, and she was leaning against her door. It was the support she needed at the moment. Her words were hitting you hard. It was like a wake up call, just what you needed to get out from the hole you found yourself in.

But you also felt like denying her words.

You scoffed, and took a few steps back from her. You felt even more far away from her then ever. “Look, Ellie what do you want from me? You know why. Why can’t we leave it at that and move on. Never talk about it again.”

“Right, cause’ this is something we can move on from… Y/n, I need to hear you say it.” She pushed herself off her door and slowly moved closer to you.

“I’m not gonna do that.”

“Why? Are you afraid? I never knew you were such a pussy.” The way those words left her lips made it seem like she wanted to piss you off, to push you over the edge. Just so she could get your reaction.

“Fuck you, ellie… God, why do you need to hear me say it? You and your girlfriend are fucked up for wanting me to say it despite knowing already.”

She hummed, and continued to take steps towards you. “Are you scared? Is that it? Why is it that this conversation scares you but not a pack of infected…?” You scoffed, and didn’t say anything. You didn’t want to. She ended up being a few inches away from you. You couldn’t look up at her. You’re scared of doing something that you’ll regret. God, you wished you had gotten a drink or something. Maybe then you could at least blame it on the alcohol.

“What are you so afraid of?” She questioned in a whisper. Ellie wanted you to say it, she wanted to confirm that you actually liked her. She needed to hear you say it. Not insinuate it, but to actually hear it from your lips. That’s what she wanted.

Your eyes travelled from the ground and slowly trailed up her body. Your eyes lingered on Ellie’s neck, and then stopped at her chapped lips. Instinctively, she licked her lips as she continued to stare at you. You swallowed lowly, finally finding yourself looking into her green eyes. “I’m scared that you won’t like it.” Again, your eyes flickered to her lips.

“I will.”

For a split second you’re happy. But then you remember Cat. You frown, and decided to take a step back. “You’re with Cat- in love with her. That’s what you said, isn’t it? I may be in love with you but i’m not gonna let you cheat on her.”

Ellie pressed her lips together, a nod and small smile on her lips. “You’re a good person, y/n. That’s one of the many things that i love about you..” Your stomach did a flip, but you tried to listen to her next words carefully. You couldn’t be distracted by her sweet words. “I broke up with Cat. As fucked up as it is… I was only with her to try and get over you.”

“So, what i’m getting from this conversation is… You’re single?”

She laughed, and walked closer to you. “Not for long i hope.” She winked- well, tried to to. It was a pretty bad wink. But it was cute that she tried.

“I feel bad for the next person who dates you… you’re infuriating.” You whispered, watching and you and Ellie inched closer to each other.

She grinned, and watched and you closed you eyes. “You love it.” She paused for a moment, just to tease you before she finally brings your lips together in a sweet kiss. Her hands trail down to your hips so you could be flushed against her body. Your arms wrap around her shoulders loosely. She groans when you nip at her lower lip, then slides her hand under your shirt. God… you’re so enticing, y/n. Ellie was only thinking of you in this moment.

“Oi! Y/n! Ellie! PDA!!” Joel’s head popped out from the kitchen window as he glared at you two playfully.

“Right,” You pushed away from Ellie’s lips. “Joel knows.”

Ellie nodded, a smile on her lips as she continued to look at you. She was awestruck. She finally got to kiss you, to hold you and in the future there would be more memories with you. More memorable memories. “I guess he does.” She peck you on the lips and grab your hands. “You’re with me, right?”

You nodded, squeezing her hands to comfort her. God, you loved her so much. There is nothing better than being with her. You wished you had told her your feelings sooner, way before Cat. Maybe things could’ve been different.

But things are back on track for you and Ellie, and will be for a long time. Your gut is telling you everything will be fine. “Always.”

As long as you were with Ellie, nothing could go wrong.

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end <3

[sammywr1tes]

I posted 157 times in 2022

That's 157 more posts than 2021!

125 posts created (80%)

32 posts reblogged (20%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@elsawr1tes

@incorrectskzquotes

@ddeonuism

@myboyfriendjake

@r-a-t-p-o-i-s-o-n

I tagged 140 of my posts in 2022

Only 11% of my posts had no tags

#enhypen smau - 57 posts

#lee heeseung - 49 posts

#enhypen - 49 posts

#heeseung.tsf - 46 posts

#enha smau - 46 posts

#enhypen fanfics - 46 posts

#enha fics - 46 posts

#enha fanfic - 46 posts

#park jongseong - 45 posts

#enhypen fics - 45 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#i love how instead of admitting that their friends have braincells the gang chooses to ignore the possibility that y/seung could be dating

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

S.Coups: *counting the members* 12, 13, 14- wait, 14?

Sunghoon: uh

Hoshi: he’s our son now

Seungkwan: yes

147 notes - Posted June 3, 2022

#4

Seungkwan: i’m having a child with Jeonghan hyung

Jungwon: oh, congrat-

Jeonghan: *slams down adoption papers* it’s you, sign here

153 notes - Posted June 10, 2022

#3

heeseung: thank you for coming to my hee talk

jay: so what does hee stand for?

heeseung: what

jay: ted stands for technology, education and development, what does hee stand for?

heeseung: so it isn’t after the person who’s talking?

jake: FOR THE LAST TIME, NO, IT ISN’T!

176 notes - Posted January 16, 2022

#2

the sim(‘)s freeplay

PAIRING: y/n x lee heeseung

SUMMARY: sim y/n decides to create her twitter moots in the sims freeplay, chaos ensues

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GENRE(S): social media au, fluff, the sims freeplay, comedy, humour, crack, romance, rom-com

WARNING(S): swearing, dirty jokes, making irls into sims, weird in general

FEATURING: enhypen, stray kids’ jisung and minho

STATUS: COMPLETED

UPDATE SCHEDULE: why do i even include this anymore

START: 22/06/2022

TAG(S): #heeseung.tsf, #asks.tsf (for un-clogging your dash like a plumber)

TAGLIST: closed D: (you can still ask to be added to the permanent taglist!!!)

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『PROFILES 1 • PROFILES 2 』

CHAPTER 1 - how jakephobic are you feeling today

CHAPTER 2 - back? broken

CHAPTER 3 - wikihow 🫶💪

CHAPTER 4 - love is in the air

CHAPTER 5 - IN PRIDE MONTH????

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CHAPTER 6 - jakehoon antis unite

CHAPTER 7 - omg jason you always ruin everything

CHAPTER 8 - the noises are the birds fucking

CHAPTER 9 - riki look at me this isn’t you 🥺🥺

CHAPTER 10 - that’s kinda sus tho

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CHAPTER 11 - maybe he has spotify premium

CHAPTER 12 - thursdays are smegsy

CHAPTER 13 - what’s upsexy

CHAPTER 14 - we must stay focused brothers

See the full post

238 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

enhypen - when you sleep together [headcanon]

pairing(s): enhypen x gn!reader genre(s): fluff & romance, established relationships warning(s): new tumblr author, mild swearing a/n: this is my first time writing on tumblr so this might be a bit weird but yeah, enjoy!

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~ HEESEUNG:

you’ll probably have forgotten to go to bed , waiting for him to come home from the studio, so you’re asleep on the couch. when he walks in he sees you asleep and internally he’s screaming because damn, you look so cute in your little cat pose snuggled with the blanket. he gently wakes you up and helps you to the bed. you’re already asleep again when he comes back so he just smiles and lies down next to you, an arm around you and letting you snuggle into his chest.

~ JAY:

he pretends to hate it when you wrap an arm around him but secretly he loves it so much, along with when you fall asleep on his shoulder after a late night event, he adjusts himself to make sure it’s comfortable for you. when you get home, he will not hesitate to try and carry you to bed (which always fails, ending up with you waking up and the two of you walking to bed together). sometimes, when he’s really tired, maybe after a late night dance practice, he falls asleep on your chest and it’s so cute when you wake him up and he looks up at you like a confused puppy, “y/nnie?”

~ JAKE:

he tends to fall asleep first, hugging you close. sometimes his head rests in the crook of your neck, maybe the closeness of your pulse soothes him. he’s like a little puppy when he sleeps, his face relaxed and squished against the pillow, and you like to watch him breathe in tiny, as you slowly drift off yourself. on the rare occasion where you fall asleep first, most likely after a super tiring day, he lets you sleep on his chest, watching you with the most lovey-dovey eyes until he falls asleep too. however tired he is, he won’t sleep unless he’s kissed you on your forehead, “goodnight, y/n”, and you say it back every night, “goodnight, jakey”

~ SUNGHOON:

he’s the type to pretend he doesn’t like the skinship but then when he’s asleep, he cuddles closer to you and hugs you around your waist. it always wakes you up, so you just watch fondly until you fall back asleep, your heads now touching. he always denies it in the morning, “stop lying, y/n, i would never!” but you both know how much he loves it. when you fall asleep first, he tends to hug you so that his body shields your own, he’s trying to protect you even in his sleep and you find it adorable when you wake up in the morning caged in his arms. when he falls asleep first, his head is usually on your chest, soothed by the feeling of your chest rising up and down as you breathe.

~ SUNOO:

you always fall asleep first, because he keeps himself awake just to see you asleep. he hugs you super tight, whether it’s a back hug or a normal hug, and he loves it when you snuggle into his neck. you’re always super tired after a long day, so he makes you both hot chocolate and you watch a drama together until you both fall asleep on the couch, your head resting on his chest with his arms around you. when you wake up in the morning, you always laugh at his face scrunched up behind the face mask he wears to sleep, “it’s important to maintain my beautiful skin, y/n!” and you’re usually the first one awake, unless he has an early practice when he’ll wake you up so that he can kiss you before he leaves, even though you always whine, “why do you want to kiss me? i just woke up!”

~ JUNGWON:

there isn’t really one specific person who falls asleep first with you two, it depends on the day. if he falls asleep first, he’s probably got his arms and legs splayed all over you and when you wake up you just smile and gently wriggle out from under them. when you fall asleep first, it’s usually with your arms around his torso with your head buried in his neck, and his arms around your waist hugging you close. if he has to wake up early in the morning it’s usually to you whining and trying to pull him down to make him stay in bed with you, but he just laughs and kisses you goodbye on the forehead. sometimes you come home later than him, which is pretty rare, but by that point you just fall asleep next to him, when he’ll wake up slightly but then go back to sleep, his arms draped over you.

~ NI-KI:

he’s the type who is used to sleeping on his own, so at first it feels a bit awkward sleeping together. after a while you notice that he tends to put an arm over you during the night, and you always hug him when you sleep. some mornings he wakes up and just lays there in your arms until you wake up and let him go. some nights he comes back late and gently lifts your head up so it lays on his chest. he likes watching you, so peaceful in your sleep, snuggling up closer to him for warmth. after a while he starts hugging you back, with both of you hugging each other as you sleep. sometimes you have to wake up early, but he won’t let you go, arms holding you down and he mumbles into your ear, “don’t go, y/nnie”. you stay there for a while, enjoying the warmth, until you really have to go, which makes him grumpy until you come back.

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a/n: that was fun, hopefully you enjoyed it, and if you like this sort of stuff feel free to request it :)

check out the rest of my content here

434 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

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[maggyoutthere]

This "Everywhere At The End Of Time" thing has been showing up on my recommendations list on youtube. What even is this thing-

I mean it sounds neat. I'm like half an hour in and I like it :/ it's so nostalgic with the static and record scratches. I'm a sucker for ambient music and these sound neat

Edit:

Reached Stage 2

What is happening why is this triggering something in me. Like I can clearly tell something's wrong. You can still hear the music but the static and record scratches are louder.

I'm kinda scared though. As much as I love listening to music I can tell when something is just more than your typical summer hit or even mental health PSA. What is this-

Edit 2

K so apparently this is an album representing various stages of dementia. That's a tricky thing to do but I have faith in music. It's a great way to express stuff so I'm very curious to what this is gonna turn out like.

Edit 3

Idk if I like where this is going.

"I still feel as though I am me" broke me a little for some reason. Idk why but it just stood out differently to me. I am very very hesitant to jump some tracks to get to hear the other stages still today. Most of these tracks transmit the same idea but I didn't want to leave out anything.

Also no I hate rb stuff to make those threads. Have the consecutive edits of this thing.

Edit 4

STAGE 3 YOU CAN'T JUST CUT OFF LIKE THAT WHAT THE HELL-

Little heart attack I just had aside, I'm liking it so far. It's starting to get very uneasy but I think that's the point of it. Goodness gracious Stage 3 scared the absolute crap out of me. It cut just like that. So abruptly and caught me off guard. Not even a fade out, damn.

Edit 5

I had to skip some tracks from the second half of Stage 3 and

oh no

Edit 6

Reached Stage 4

I am having some very visceral reactions to this. It is incredibly unnerving but I want to keep listening to it so much. I love how it’s not even music anymore, it’s just... noise. Lots of different noises all crumbled up together, unified by some vely loud static.

Might have to skip some bits here because all Stage 4 songs are 30 min long each.

Edit 7

MOMS COME PICK ME UP OH FUCK OH GOD NO NO NO NO

I HATE IT HERE BUT I LOVE IT BUT AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

It’s so hard to put down what this is doing. I’m not even sorry for rambling just take this post for what it is idfk if people are even reading this but holy fuck.

The 30 minute ones are killing me from the inside out. I’m very sensitive to audio and sounds (probably because of autism) and this is just pulling all the levers in my brain. It’s so- i have no idea what to call it. Sensory triggering?? I guess???

Edit 8

Stage 5.

Oh... god. 

Edit 9

Reached Stage 6

This has no description, both in the video and in my head. The sheer nothingness something so loud can transmit; the void where something should be but you can't remember what. Blessed were the minutes when I was still listening to the first track; there was music at least. Now there's just this emptiness, this absolutely deafening silence.

The worst is that you know exactly what's going on.

Edit 10

Listening to the last track: Stage 6 - Place in the World fades away

Everywhere At The End Of Time is a series exploring dementia, its advancement and its totality.

I cannot put to words what an absolute masterpiece this is. To tackle such a serious mental illness like this one is already an incredibly hard thing to do; to make art out of it is risky, to make it work is nothing short of a miracle.

The Caretaker (pseudonym of the composer) is an absolute master of his craft. To use something so carefully constructed as music and sound to make sense of something that makes someone not make sense is a challenge to say the least. How do you even go about it? In music there are bound to be rhythms and leitmotifs and patterns: there is bound to be organization.

This is where EATEOT absolutely excels in. I don't know if this could be called of music but I'll surely call it of art; the genius of these tracks are in their editing rather than in their composition. The first 2 stages are pretty much just songs with static noises and record scratches layered on top. It gets the message across: there is still memory, it's just blurry, washed out. It's there but it's hard to see.

From then on out, everything changes. Stage 3 keeps the background noise going, now repeating certain parts of the songs or even reverberating them. The memories themselves are starting to change, not just getting difficult to access. Stage 4 sees the absolute fear and horror of realizing such thing is happening. The grasping at anything in pure terror of forgetting everything. There is no such thing as music now. It's unnerving, it's uneasing, and rightfully so. This does not sugarcoat things and I personally like that.

Stage 5 hits us with a certain calmness after the storm. Things aren't better of course, they're just quieter. Memories are starting to dissapear completely and now there is mostly only the background noises.

Then comes Stage 6. It's desolated, it's deserted, it's nothing. It's gut wrenching. I'd like to touch on the last song because I particularly liked this one. "Place in the World fades away" is, in my opinion, divided into 2 parts. In the 1st half you have static and noise. There is nothing in there. The occasional crescendo almost scares you because of how hollow the mind seems to be at this point, but it leads nowhere. Then there's the 2nd half. You start to hear music. Actual music this time. A choir of voices, still echoing from somewhere else remind you of how it first started: with the music. It puts things into perspective and signals you towards the first of this 6-part series, how far we've come. Then, as if telling what must be told, the music fades away, leaving you with a whole minute of absolute silence. No static, no record scratches, literally a whole minute of dead silence.

I found myself continuously going back to this tumblr post and to the comment section of the video; I didn't want to feel like I was experiencing this alone, and I was glad to see people in the comment section helping eachother out, talking and venting, so that was heartwarming.

I know I'm not usually very serious about things but I wanted to try and do it for this absolute magnum opus. I like to critique stuff as much as the next guy, but to be able to analyze something like this is unique. If you want something to challenge you emotionally, something to make you think and reflect on things, this is an absolute must.

Tl;dr: Everywhere At The End Of Time is a haunting representation of dementia, both in its advancement and in its totality. It's really profound and definitely worth a try if you have some free hours.

[sunshine--writes]

Blood Bound

header image courtesy of one of the biggest Lady Dimitrescus simps i’ve ever met.

This is the first and last time i will ever write anything so be prepared. Also i’m not the best writer so some parts might be very rushed and sloppy sorry. Idk how to post on tumblr either and also i’m on mobile so sorry for weird formatting issues :)

A little background I wrote this as a presentation thing with my friends so it’s not gonna be good. Also this is the first time i’ve ever written smut so sorry i guess?

Warnings: NSFW of course, uh very kinky probably, swears in this warning, f! Reader, reader is a vampire pls let me have this, IT MAKES SENSE FOR THE STORY PLEASE LET ME HAVE THIS, vampires need sleep i guess idk just fuck let me live, fluff at the end bc im a whore for that kinda shit, probably ooc for Lady Dimitrescu but like idk her character other than dom mommy milkers so, blindfolds, binding arms? what is it called??

All of your senses returned to you very slowly. You didn’t know where you were, or why someone had taken you in the middle of the night, but for some reason you felt safe. You could feel the cold damp floor of the cell you could only presume you were in and you could smell rotting flesh and the wet metal that surrounded you. You could hear the dripping noises of falling water coming from somewhere in front of you, and the sound of footsteps slowly approaching. The only sense you never regained was your sight. You could feel the soft fabric that covered your eyes and made a reasonable guess that your host for the evening had blindfolded you.

“Have you awoken my darling?” Ah, speak of the devil. The person that belonged to that sultry voice was one Lady Dimitrescu -- the countess that you have met with several times before and every encounter has somehow ended the same way. You remember the first time you met the 9 foot tall woman. It was 1920, and as the child of a wealthy eastern european count, you were required to attend the galas that were thrown. During one such occasion you happened to run into Lady Dimitrescu, and had unfortunately uncovered her secret. At the first sign of danger a normal person would have run, but who were you to judge? After all, aren't you two essentially the same?

That was the first night, and the begging of a long mutual relationship between the two of you. A whirlwind of passion, anger, misery, and lust was the only way you could describe these past decades you have spent with her. Everytime you left her embrace, you couldn’t help but long to be in it again no matter how angry you were. This on again off again relationship had persisted through generations, and you would be damned if you would give up now. She had introduced you to your friends who had shared the same beliefs, and made you feel welcomed. She had been there during the downfall of your family's power, and she was there for every milestone. You had to admit, your life was tied to this woman if you had liked it or not. Every night you spent apart was agony, and every moment you spent together was bliss. You have eternity, so what's the use in spending anymore time apart?

This night felt different. It wasn't normal for her to seek out your company, so why has she all of a sudden? And since when has she been this gentle? If it was like any other night she would have already had her way with you and thrown you to the side. Tonight was definitely different.

“My dear turn towards me.” She demanded, and you obeyed, crawling your way to the direction you think she might be in. You found her in the corner of what you think is a cell. You could tell she was sitting in a chair so you sat on your knees in front of her.

“Ah, isn’t this better darling? Everything is as it should be.” You could hear the sound of her claws extending -- and then you felt as she dragged the nail across your cheek, across your lips, and down to your chin.

“My love, head up. This way I can see your beautiful face.” She spoke as she lifted your head with her sharp claw. “Ah this beautiful face, the one that has tormented my dreams for far too long. Isn’t this much better?” You nod, what does she mean tormented her dreams? Over these past years you understood that this relationship was not one out of love, so you never gave yourself hope that she might feel the same as you. Even as her words sounded like a declaration of longing, you refused to dream. An intimate relationship with her, even one without love, was enough for you. As long as you could remain at her side for the rest of eternity you would be happy.

She sighed, “No matter, tonight is somewhat of a celebration, and as I am in a good mood I have sought you out. So where shall we start?” You hear the claw retreat back into her hand and her start to stand up, towering over you. “Lets get you out of these clothes hm?” She grabs you by the neck forcing your body down to the ground, cool gloved hands start roaming all over your body, loosening and untying the thin clothes you wore to sleep that night. “Ah beloved, how I had missed this.” Her mouth descended onto your neck where you could feel the warmth of her saliva as she sucked on that tender spot. You whimpered, moving closer into the bigger woman, although this isn't the first time she has marked you like this, it still sends tingles down your spine. Your hands started to roam as Lady Dimitrescu moved her way from your neck to your chin, and finally to your mouth: enveloping you in a deep kiss. Your back arched to be closer to the woman on top, deepening the kiss. You could taste the reminisce of blood and the sweet wine she had been brewing for years. Tonight really was an important celebration. You couldn’t control yourself as both of your bodys moved in tandem, your hands moving down her back.

She pulled away, leaving you gasping for air, “Now now my dear, you know the rules. No touching without permission. Now let's get these hands out of the way hm?” You could feel as the warmth from her body moved away, leaving you semi-naked on the cold floor. You couldn’t tell where she had gone, nor how long she was gone for -- every minute without her felt like agony anyway.

Her footsteps finally came back, “On your knees,” she demanded, and you moved without hesitation. “Both arms behind you.” Again you moved without thinking, obeying every word. You could feel as some soft fabric was slowly wrapped around both of your wrists and then tied, you could guess that it was the same silk as the one around your eyes.

“There, isn't that better darling? Now lay back down, I will loosen you up.” A claw extended and you felt as the rest of your already loose clothes were torn off, including your slick underwear. “Hm?” she laughed, “Already ready for me?”

“Yes mistress.” you nodded, spreading your legs slightly.

“Darling you know I love it when you call me that.” Gloved hands traced their way from your neck, to your breasts, down your stomach, and finally rested on your thighs. “Hm? What should I do darling? Shall we continue?”

“Yes mistress.” You begged, wiggling your body hoping for her hand to end up in that place you wanted it. You begged for her to give you release, begged for the thing you missed the most over these years.

“Hm? Shall I grant you your requests? Maybe you should beg some more first.” Her hands suddenly moved, finding their way back up to your breasts, hands playing with your nipples. You squirmed, wishing that the woman would give you what you wanted.

“Please mistress,” you begged, pushing yourself onto her thigh. Your cries fell on def ears as she continued to play with you. You started grinding on her thigh, pleading with your mistress to take you. “Please Lady Dimitrescu, please help me.”

You felt her hot hands finally leave your chest, “Fine, I shall grant this one request to you my beloved.” Suddenly you felt a gloved finger push its way inside you, forcing itself deeper in, her other hand went back to playing with your breasts. You gasped, moaning as she started moving around slowly inside. You tried to move yourself down onto her hand, allowing sweet relief. Her unoccupied hand made its way up to your neck and she started choking you.

Her tempo picked up as another finger made its way inside. The sounds coming out of you were ungodly, she had you crying out in pleasure. “Do you like that my dear?” she called out from on top of you. You could only nod your head and cry out something akin to the word yes. She was moving even faster and you could feel the pressure inside of you about to explode, you begged your mistress to please release you, but she wouldn’t budge moving faster than she had ever moved before. You were moaning and screaming in pleasure, you silently thanked whoever was up there that you were in a castle otherwise you would probably have a noise complaint by now. Her movements had you writhing around, grasping for anything with your bound hands. You brought your legs and wrapped them around her, opening yourself up for her. You were desperately grinding against her hand, your walls tightening before you could come.

“Eager now aren't we, well my love shall I let you come?” Although you were blindfolded you could see her smirking face. You called out between moans, crying for her to let you. You were begging and pleading, you must have looked so pitiful but in that moment you wished for nothing more than to come undone by this woman's hands.

“Lets see how loud you can be.” You felt your walls close down on the fingers inside of you as you screamed out in pleasure, the pressure finally being released. You could feel your juices coming out as orgasms wracked through your body. The pleasure was too much for you to handle and before you knew it you passed out.

***

You awoke in a very comfortable bed, the feel of the satin sheets under you cooled your body and sent shivers all over. You had realized that both the blindfold and your arm restraints were gone, and your body had been cleaned up from last night's activities. You were wearing a thin nightgown that only accentuated how cold it was in this room. As you looked around you finally saw the face of the sleeping woman next to you. Strange, you had never awoken next to her, no matter how vigorous the previous night's activities were she always left before you woke up. You giggled quietly to yourself, last night must have been a special night indeed. You saw sunlight streaming in from the large windows on the northern wall of this bedroom casting itself onto her. She had never looked more beautiful in your long life. You reached out your hand and started softly stroking the woman's face and hair, careful not to wake her. You traced your way from her forehead down to her lips, pausing there slightly. Last night was different, it wasn't bad, it was in fact very good. It was just something you never thought would happen for the both of you. As you look at the face of sleeping Lady Dimitrescu in front of you, you couldn’t help but wonder what your life would be like if you two had a different kind of relationship. Your thoughts were cut short when you felt two arms snake their way around you and suddenly you were pulled into the woman's arms.

“What are you doing awake so early my little dove? You should rest some more, last night must have been very taxing on your body.” Lady Dimitrescu spoke. You were shocked to say the least. Over the decades you have known the Countess, you have never been in her arms like this. This is what you had dreamt of for so long, wanting to feel true, romantic love from this woman, and now that you are here you felt as if you could cry.

And cry you did. Before you could stop yourself you felt the tears falling down your face and onto the clothes of the woman holding you.

“My beloved what is wrong?” Lady Dimitrescu frantically spoke as she tried to wipe the tears out of your eyes, “What is the matter? Please tell me.”

“It’s truly nothing,” you finally croaked out after minutes of sobbing. You must have looked ridiculous like this. How could you really think that she would love you like you love her. You are nothing compared to her.

“If you are crying then of course something is wrong. Please tell me darling, I hate to see you so sad.”

You hesitated. Was it really alright to tell her the thoughts that have plagued you for generations? You didn’t want things to change between the two of you. Even if you were just treated as a play thing, as long as you could stay with her you would do anything. “I love you. I have loved you for years, and you will never reciprocate how I feel. I am nothing to you other than a toy you can throw away at a moment's notice. But still I wish to stay by your side, even If I am nothing other than that. Don’t let my feelings change our relationship. I only want to stay with you.” The tears came back but you wouldn’t let them fall. You were stronger than that.

You felt her hold on you tighten as she brought you closer to her, lips brushing over your forehead and over your eyes. Her mouth moved around your face, kissing away your tears.

“Beloved who ever said I never felt the same way?”

to those liking this at 2 am: 📸📸📸

[sukiglycerin]

13 minutes || katsuki bakugou.

* pairing: pro-hero (therefore aged up)!katsuki bakugou x fem manager!reader

* genre: pro-hero!au, smut, this is the longest warning section i’ve ever written, mainly pwp, fluff at the end :>

* words: 2,266 of all this fiLTH

* warnings: AGED UP KATSUKI, ugh tumblr deleted my super long tags so now i must redo them, this is very long & filthy, whew let's go, dom!katsuki, sub!reader, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, slight voyeurism, office sex, reader is bent over the desk ofc, master/sir kink, a little pet play (he calls reader pet/kitten), dirty talk, degradation, fingering, breast/nipple play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, orgasm denial (how contradicting), cunnilingus (f receiving), cum eating (both ends), talks of safeword/colour system but no actual usage, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (pls use protection irl!!), creampie, reader is kinda masochistic, pussy slapping, crying sex (no angst here tho), hair-pulling (m receiving if it matters), implied subspace, aftercare !! the best part !!

* a/n: so tumblr messed up sO much while i tried to post this, so i hope you like this! ty @toishi for sticking with me and all of my ramblings while writing this! (and ofc @dylanxmin for her lovely support!!) this is a VERY spicy thing, and almost had actual plot before i cut it out. if you like this, i may do a fluffier pt 2!! enjoy!

being a pro-hero's manager has its perks. the pay's good, the coworkers are pleasant, and travelling is pretty fun. to you, the best part is that you get to see your boyfriend of three years every day.

you've been dating pro-hero ground zero secretly, and you happen to be his manager. honestly, the latter came first in chronological order, but that doesn't matter anyway.

you first encountered ground zero (or as he was called back then, katsuki bakugou) during your time in the business course at ua. he bumped into you quite ungracefully, cursed at you, pushed past you, then let a startled but apologetic kirishima to apologize. it was fate, in kirishima's words. 

such fate led you to manage ground zero five years ago, after slowly climbing your way up from managing smaller heroes to finally reaching the popular ones. bakugou had been the only popular hero with a manager opening; you learned why soon after being hired.

the spiky haired hero had a short fuse and a tendency to cuss. he was picky, indecent, and often reckless with his public image; the calmest you'd ever seen him was when he blew up villains and screaming "die."

however, things change - things change a lot. five years later, you're here: katsuki mumbling sweet things into the crook of your neck as his hands tease the waistband of your pencil skirt.

"katsuki, we can't- you have a meeting in fift- hng-!"

his lips find yours quickly, effectively quieting you down. you're sitting on katsuki's desk - a polished cherry wood thing that took too many weeks to find - as he towers above you, pinning you to your spot.

katsuki pauses, and pulls back, licking his lips. "sounds like a you problem."

"we really can't, this meeting is really important-" bakugou's fingers nimbly find their way under your skirt, deadly close to your panties. he really isn’t paying attention to you.

"and i'm the star of the show, the number one pro-hero-" if he hears you mutter 'that's midoriya,' he ignores you and continues, "-aren't i the most important one here?" his fingers rub your clothed clit, smirking at your audible gasp.

"k-katsuki, no-" you know he can feel the wet patch growing on your panties; from the way his determined eyes lock on yours, you know he won't be finished until you are too.

"how long do we have now, love?”

"thirteen minutes, but-"

"you're going to cum for me three times in the thirteen minutes we have."

it's not a question; it's a fact. you are going to cum three times in the next fifteen minutes.

“once on my fingers,” he puts a finger up, “once on my tongue,” another finger, “and once on my cock. the only thing you have to worry your pretty head about-“ he leans in close to your ear, voice dropping a couple octaves, “-is keeping quiet enough.”

his fingers push your panties to the side with ease and play teasingly with your wet folds. he circles your clit with his middle finger slowly, dragging out each languid movement with a smirk on his face. you flush at the lewd, wet noises he elicits from your pussy. you know that his fingers are coated in your arousal.

you look down in embarrassment, gripping the edge of the desk, and stare at the cotton material of your pencil skirt.

"slut." the word is spat from katsuki's mouth. his hand holds your chin; his touch barely ghosts your skin, but the command still exudes dominance. he tips his hand up, so you're looking into his intense eyes.

"look at me, slut." the word is emphasized by the plunging of three fingers in your wet core. you whine, unprepared by the sudden intrusion. your legs move uncomfortably against the fabric of your skirt, which restricts you from spreading open your legs wider. you want to clamp down on katsuki's hand, but you know that that won't end well.

"patience, kitten." either by intuition or his own frustration, he speaks up gruffly. "all in due time." his thumb starts to knead your aching bud as he thrusts in and out, knuckle deep in your pussy. glancing at the clock, he grows impatient, quickly attempting to unbutton your blouse before ripping off the rest entirely. you'd normally protest - you liked that blouse - but you find yourself falling short of words at the pressure on your pussy. katsuki goes at a more rigorous pace, thrusting fast and deep while his free hand snakes itself under your bra to play with your nipple. the added stimulation has you keening to his touch, suddenly aware of his every touch. he pulls your bra cup down, freeing your breast and bending down to to encapsulate the hardened bud in his mouth. his tongue circles your areola and flicks your nipple; meanwhile, his pace on your pussy hasn't relented. 

soon, you feel the telltale feelings of pleasure bubbling through your body.  you tense against him, gasping out his name and clawing at his back. your knees buckle as your climax washes over you, making your body go limp in his hand. bakugou lets go of your nipple with a popping noise, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. his other hand pulls out, and he outstretches three cum-soaked fingers to you, an unspoken code for "suck." you open your mouth obediently, sucking your salty juices off his slim digits. 

"fuck," he cusses, eyes blown out wide in lust. "so fuckin' obedient for me, hm? such a fuckin' whore for your master."

you let go of the fingers in your mouth and nod. 

his non-wet fingers grip the bottom of your skirt. "off. now." 

"yes, master." you feel his eyes pierce you, watching you unzip your skirt and panties and let them pool around your legs. he holds you steady as you step out of the garments and toss them to the side. 

"sit up." he taps the desk lightly.

"it'll get w-w-" 

"did i stutter?"

"n-no, master."

he hums while you acquaint your bottom with the cold, hard wood of his desk.

"colour system, love?" his voice gets soft and he breaks the hard persona. his eyes are gentle, searching yours for any speck nervousness or hesitancy.

"green for 'i'm good, keep going,' yellow for 'slow down,' and red for 'stop.'"

"and if you can't speak?"

"three taps for red, two for yellow."

"what's your colour right now?"

"green, master."

his face hardens at the title. "always a good pet for me, aren't you?"

you nod. "yessir."

he spares another glance at the clock on the wall. "you're going to be a fucking good slut for master in the next 7 minutes, understand?"

"y-yessir."

"what was that, pet?"

"yessir."

"better be. spread." his fingers gesture to your legs.

he kneels before you, your drenched core spread out and on display for him at eye-level.

"so wet," he marvels, making your face heat up. like this, you're completely exposed to him; your breasts free from your bra, nipples hard against the cool air, and your pussy glistening under the light of his office.

he licks a long stripe up your folds, testing the waters. by now, the original intensity of your previous orgasm had worn off; despite this, when his tongue met your clit, you found yourself reaching for his hair, gripping it tightly. he groans into your pussy, poking his appendage through your folds and administrating kitten licks up and down your inner lips to slurp up whatever juices were left. the teasing doesn't last for long, however. he starts to suck harshly on your clit, making you buck into his face in overstimulation and surprise. you cry out at his unceasing ministrations, tugging on his hair and your toes curling. the overstimulation is too much; pain mixed with white hot pleasure blinds you. the lips closed against your clit go hard; you're not even sure how katsuki can breathe going at such a pace. the pain starts to blend into pure pleasure. you throw your arm over your mouth in attempt to stifle your noises, eyes shut tight. you feel tears line your eyes as you cum again, katsuki's tongue pressed flat against your pussy. the pleasure is five times more intense now; you cry out, sure anyone standing outside heard, and clutch katsuki's hair as you recover from your orgasm. your pussy convulses violently, and you pant in a similar manner.

"k-katsuki- master- i-" you breathe hard.

"one more for me, okay?" he rasps into your ear. "i know you can take it, kitten. so good for me..." his chin and lips shine with your essence.

you nod, spreading your sore legs further apart.

"colour?" he checks, hands starting to reach for his belt.

"green."

he nods and unbuckles, pulling his pants and boxers down to reveal his cock. katsuki leans in, hot breath fanning against you as he peppers kisses on your clavicle.

"you're gonna be a good cocksleeve for master, yeah? gonna be all fuckin' tight and wet for me?"

you whimper a shaky "yes," the head of his cock nudging your folds.

he eases his full length into you, the stretch always being something you always need to get used to. katsuki's not particularly girthy, but for what he lacks in girth he makes up in sheer length. he pushes in gently; it's clear on his face he wants nothing more than to ravage you, but he understands your needs.

"f-fuck," you gasps as he bottoms out. 

"ring ring ring," the tone of katsuki's phone rings through the room.

you lean over the desk, reading the caller id.

"it's horikoshi corp?" you say to katsuki.

"pick it up." there's a mischievous gleam in his eyes, but there's no time to dwell on it before you pick up the call.

"is this the office of ground zero?" a male voice asks through the line.

"yessir-" katsuki starts moving inside you, to which you bite your lip. "h-how can i help you?"

"this is regarding the meeting scheduled for today?"

"y-yes?" you gasp, flinging a hand over your mouth as bakugou starts thrusting into your core roughly.

"i'm terribly sorry to say this, but it appears that our boss has come down with food poisoning from lunch."

"don't- don't worry about it-" your knuckles are white gripping the edge of the desk, and you're slightly bent over it.

katsuki continues to hammer into you, speed increasing quickly.

"could we reschedule to friday, at 1:30pm?"

your mind skims through katsuki's friday schedule. "u-um... y-yes-! that can be arranged..." you're not sure if he can hear the wet slapping noises coming from your end of the line - but the thought of him knowing your dirty deeds with katsuki made you even wetter.

"alright, thank you!" the man sounds relieved. "goodbye."

"bye!" you half slam the phone down on the receiver, chest heaving.

"it's your lucky day, huh, kitten?" katsuki purrs smoothly. 

you nod, pressing yourself onto his desk so you're bent over it for him.

"such a fucking slut," you can hear the pride in his voice. "you like that, yeah? i can feel you clenching all around me. you're my fuckin' cockslut, right?"

your head bobs rapidly up and down. "yes, master- i'm-" you feel the familiar heat start to bubble in the pit of your stomach.

"don't you dare fucking cum yet," he growls in your ear, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust.

he presses you even harder into the desk, your breasts pushed up against the cold wood. 

"k-katsuki...!”

"my little pain slut, isn't that right?" 

"y-yes-! f-fuck, master-" 

he slaps your clit, making a loud, wet sound resound through the room.

it almost sends you over the edge. almost.

"don't- cum-" katsuki grunts in between thrusts.

you're so close it almost hurts. the pleasure overwhelms you; you shut your eyes tight to distract yourself, but you can only hear the sound of katsuki's heavy breaths and his cock slamming into you.

"katsuki- master- please, i can't-" tears start to form in the corners of your eyes. the pleasure is just too much, beating into you incessantly.

"you can, and you will," he orders, voice firm.

"k-ka- ka-" you blubber, tears dropping from your cheeks. you know you won't be able to hold it much longer; your pussy aches in need of release. "pl- pl, ka-"

"cum." it was the only word you needed to find yourself toppling off the edge, euphoria rippling over you violently.  tears stream down your cheeks, cum gushing from your heat. you're as limp as a doll in katsuki's arms, slumped against his desk. your pussy throbs, contracting violently - somewhere amidst your orgasm, katsuki had finished as well. your cheeks are wet, blouse thrown somewhere on the ground. your breathing is shaky as katsuki picks you up, stroking your hair delicately.

"hey, honey," he kisses your forehead softly.

you mumble incoherently, eyes drooping shut.

"you did so well for me... i didn't hurt you, did i?"

"no, 'suki.... 's good.... i liked it a lot..." you nuzzle into him, his body warmth comforting. katsuki smells of vanilla and caramel, a sweet combination that feels undeniably like home. 

you don't remember many of the next events well; everything blurs into a haze. you feel him gently thumbing your tears away, slipping your skirt and panties on and buttoning up one of his extra dress shirts on you.

the last thing you hear is a gentle "i love you," and before you know it, you're drifting asleep.

[godlygreta]

i wanted to take some time to list some people im thankful for and this is a limited list buuuuut…

@dharma-divine - you were the first greta tumblr account i ever followed. you’ve been so fckin cool, i’m so glad to know you :) i love you liv. so much.

@garbagevanfleet - you welcomed me with open arms and became my first best friend on tumblr. to know you is a gift within itself, al. i love you oh so fcking much. i cant even begin to explain how fcking endlessly thankful i am for you and our friendship. you seriously have my heart and soul, al.

@prettyintopeerpressure - trin, you’ve been so sweet and amazing since we first became friends. i love you so so much twin <3

@screechesincoherently - em i fuckin’ love you. i’m so glad we can talk about smut in public with people around us. i also love that all we do together is make gagging noises ;)

@mywaysooon - i love and adore you so much. so so much. hearing what you thought abt royal secrets before i posted it made me feel 100x better about posting it - you can thank liv for it :)

@ everyone in the peaceful army discord - there’s so many of you, and i’m SO fucking thankful for all of you. you truly feel like family to me. i cannot thank you wonderful humans enough. i’m so glad to have multiple places to be able to talk about these fckin idiots with people who love them as much as i do

@ everyone reading this !! all of you, my 800+ followers, i am so so so incredibly thankful for. you fill me with so much love. i am so glad all of you love & enjoy my silly little writings that i write for these silly little boys of ours. i love all of you so much. never hesitate to message me if you need a place to vent or want to ask anything about anything !

@ greta - to say i’m thankful for the boys is an understatement. the joy and happiness their music gives me is seriously indescribable. i’ve never felt more like myself than these past couple months listening to their music. with them, their message & their music, i’ve become more and more the best version of myself. i am so fcking thankful for being able to witness their concert close up, and i can’t wait for the opportunity to do it again in march with my absolute best friends.

i’ve said it before, and i’ll say it again, this isn’t even a peaceful army anymore; it’s a family.

( this is my photo ; if you use, pls credit me )

[dragonsareourfuture]

Mello/GN!Reader — Makeover

I’m starting to cross-post all of my AO3 oneshots onto tumblr! Here’s the first one. It’s a little older so it’s rather dialogue heavy, but I’ll be posting longer ones later on!

Whenever you and your boyfriend decide to watch a movie together, you always get sidetracked. It’s difficult for you to focus on the movie alone, unless you’re so tired that all you can do is sit and watch. But usually, you had to have some other little task to occupy you while you watched, and it drove Mello crazy. Especially when that task involved him.

“Can I please do your hair?” You begged, leaning up against the blond and already tugging on strands of his neat, soft hair.

“No,” he deadpanned, popping another piece of popcorn in his mouth. He didn’t even regard you as he stared at the screen where all the action was.

“Please? Why not?”

“Because.”

“Oh, very convincing. You should be a lawyer, Yellow Mello.” You giggled, falling against his shoulder with your hands still messing with his locks. “‘ Why shouldn’t this man be convicted?’ ‘ Because ’ .”

“(Name), can I just watch the fucking movie?”

“Only if you let me do your hair.”

Mello sighed and finally looked you in the eyes. At your eager stare, you supposed he figured that you wouldn’t relent until he let you give him a little makeover. Not that he needed it, the little cutie.

“Fine, just don’t mess it up too badly,” he warned, running his own pale hand through his hair, straightening his bangs that rested on his forehead and ended just a little below his eyebrows.

“Yes! Thank you!” You cheered, bolting up to retrieve a hairbrush, a mirror and some hair ties from the bathroom. You soon returned and immediately crawled around the back of your hesitant boyfriend, sitting on the back of the couch in order to get he best angle.

You started by brushing through his hair, not even finding a single knot or tangle. You raised your eyebrows, “Wow, you really take good care of your head mop.”

“I like it to look nice. Also, please don’t call it that.”

You hummed and continued with your work, the sounds from the movie becoming mere background noise as styling Mello’s hair became your top priority.

“OW! What are you doing back there!?” Mello shouted as you tightened the ponytail you’d given him.

“Don’t worry about it.”

You smoothed out the strands of hair you had left dangling, framing his narrow face along with his bangs.

“Alright, first style down! What do you think?” You questioned, handing him the mirror and watching his face contort in the glass into one of mild discomfort.

“I look like a girl...”

“An incredibly cute girl!” You defended folding your body practically in half in order to peck his charred cheek.

“And you can see all the scars...”

“Yeah, but they’re badass. Trust me, Mels. You look amazing.”

Mello only scoffed. It seemed that he forgot you could see his face in the mirror as he continued to survey himself in the glass, because a tinge of pink rose onto his cheeks and he allowed a delicate smile to grace the lips you so enjoyed kissing.

“Keep going.”

Your eyes widened and hands froze midway as you were about to take the hair supplies back to the bathroom.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Can you do a braid next? Maybe even one of those buns?”

You happily got to work on undoing the ponytail and separating his hair into three sections. “Of course I can, Mels. Oh! You know what’s be cute? Pigtails!”

“Now that’s where I draw the line—“

[toutallyahoe]

Everybody Talks ~ Iwaizumi Hajime (Haikyuu) pt 1

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a/n: i forgot to post this here, lmao whoops

but anyways, had to split this because tumblr cant support 7000+ words asdfghjkll

this is my longest one shot so far, please enjoy it. em begging thee

part one | part two | part three

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"Hey baby won't you look my way?

I can be your new addiction,"

There it goes again, the annoying song that he was already very familiarized with as it was the very same song that his soulmate had been listening non-stop for the past few days. Iwaizumi Hajime doesn't know if his soulmate had a different time zone than his (thirteen hours difference to be exact) or just a psychopath listening to the loud song for the whole night that the dark haired male could barely sleep. And it had been almost a week already!

"Hey baby what you gotta say?

All you're giving me is fiction,"

Hajime doesn't even understood the song that much despite it's catchy tune. It was in, on what he assumed, was english. Yes, it was very catchy song at first as the beat was very enjoyable and the singer had a nice voice— but listening to the song for almost one week straight? It can drive anyone insane. And Iwaizumi Hajime had to deal with listening to the song over and over again in non-stop repeat because of his (probably) psychopath soulmate listen to it in full volume.

"I'm a sorry sucker and this happens all the time,"

The dark haired male was rather a bit thankful that the volume of the song he was hearing was a bit bearable as whatever song anyone's soulmate was listening too, it was projected to the other about only eighty percent the noise. Still, the song was loud and Hajime wonders if his soulmate would go deaf with how loud the song was playing on their end. Well, if they weren't going deaf already.

"I found out that everybody talks,

Everybody talks, everybody talks,

It started with a whisper!"

Sighing, Hajime stared at the ceiling of his room, a small frown on his lips. God, his soulmate was lowkey an asshole for making him listen to the same song over and over again for the past few days. If he ever finds his soulmate, the dark haired male was sure to beat them up— or at least, be angry at them for making him listen to a song that he could barely sleep.

"And that was when I kissed her!

And then she made my lips hurt!"

Looking at the alarm clock on top of his nightstand beside his bed, the dark haired male let out another annoyed grunt as he saw the time. It was already midnight and he still had school to attend to tomorrow. Not to mention volleyball practice early in the morning aswell.

God, for a moment, Hajime hated the soulmate bond so, so much.

"I could hear the chit chat!

Take me to your love shack!"

But Iwaizumi Hajime also remembered that his soulmate rather had a nice taste in music that even made him listen to his soulmates favorite bands— or at least he assumes they were their favorite bands.

Hajime was stuck with the soulmate bond that let's him hear the song what his soulmate was listening too, and it reminded the dark haired male that his soulmate was somehow sharing a part of themselves to him.

"Mamas always gotta back track!

When everybody talks back!"

Sighing again, Hajime wished he would just smack his soulmate right now.

  

"Hey honey you could be my drug?

You could be my new prescription,"

Hajime let out an annoyed grunt as he just finished serving and stood outside the court. It was unfortunately out of bounds as he put too much pressure on hitting the ball, but Hajime could barely care about it right now.

"Too much could be an overdose!

All this trash talk make me itchin'!"

Jesus fucking Christ, it was practically by the end of the day, but his soulmate was still listening to the song? The dark haired male now fully believed his soulmate was a psychopath. Period.

"Oh my, my,

Everybody talks, everybody talks,

Everybody talks, too much..."

"Woah, losing your edge there ace!" Hajime turned his head to whoever had said those words and saw it was a fellow third year and (unfortunately) friend of his, Hanamaki Takahiro. The light brown (pink-ish?) haired male had an eyebrow raised towards him but an amused smirk on his lips with his arms crossed over his chest.

"You okay there? Or are you getting old already?" Takahiro snickered as Hajime rolled his eyes at the wing spiker. The light brown (salmon???) haired player was always a bit of a tease along with another third year, Matsukawa Issei. Speaking of the middle blocker, it seemed like the black haired middle blocker also decided to come and join on annoying the dark haired ace.

"You've been also more annoyed than usual," Issei pointed out as he stood next to his light brown (pastel pink???) haired friend with his arms crossed on his chest aswell. "Love the eye bags, by the way," Issei continued as he grinned while Takahiro snickered more at his comment.

"Oh, shut up," Hajime had grunted as he rubbed the temple on his head. The dark haired ace was already tired from the lack of sleep and practicing volleyball even if he do love the sport. He can't deal with his teams bullshit right now.

"Iwa-chan can't sleep because of his soulmate!" Yelled the volleyball captain of the males volleyball club of Aoba Johsai, Oikawa Tōru, who was unfortunately the dark haired male's best friend since childhood from across the court. How did he know what the three were talking about? No one would ever know other than knowing the captain enjoyed gossip and doesn't care if he even gets caught listening to conversations that doesn't include him. Oikawa Tōru had no shame.

Sighing again, Hajime was so fucking done. Of course the chocolate brown haired male would know about his soulmate problem even if he doesn't say anything about it. For some odd reason, Tōru had a sixth sense with him and his soulmate. How annoying.

"Because of your soulmate...?" Takahiro asked, confused. The confusion on his face was immediately then replaced with an amused look as a shit eating grin was replaced the smirk on his lips. Hajime already felt the headache coming.

"That's pretty kinky, not gonna lie," Takahiro said with no shame whatsoever. Obviously his imaginations running wild from the chocolate brown haired male's shout about Hajime and his soulmate. Issei could only chuckle at his friend's words as they both look at the dark haired ace who was slowly losing his sanity and patience.

"But seriously, Iwaizumi. What's the deal with your soulmate?" Issei asked. Finally something Hajime could actually answer and not be teased by the assholes that he calls his teammates and friends. Unfortunately.

"The dumbass hasn't stopped listening to this one song for almost a week now," Hajime grunted as he could still hear the said song in his mind.

"It started with a whisper!

And that was when I kissed her!

And then she made my lips hurt!"

"Really?" Takahiro said, a bit surprised that a measly song would annoy the dark haired ace. Sure, Iwaizumi Hajime was a bit of a hot headed person but he was a hot headed person who can control his temper— unless it's with Oikawa Tōru, then Hajime would not hesitate to beat the shit outta the chocolate haired captain.

"What's so bad with the song?" And it seemed like the black haired middle blocker agreed aswell as Issei asked that question. The taller male didn't know if he should congratulate their ace's soulmate for making the dark haired male so annoyed and irritated for the past few days or feel bad for Hajime.

"The song isn't the problem," Hajime huffed as he saw both Takahiro and Issei look at him with raised brows. Clearly wanting him to elaborate more since they were confused. Sighing, the dark haired male decided to just come out with it. "They just have been playing the song non-stop and it's driving me insane."

"I could hear the chit chat!

Take me to your love shack!"

"What's the song?" The light brown (peach?!?) haired male had asked. Curious on what Hajime's soulmate was listening to. Can you blame him though? Their ace seemed to be a bit secretive with his soulmate, even if they had been teammates and friends for years. Iwaizumi Hajime didn't seemed to like talking about his soulmate, either it be him not liking them or just likes his privacy. It was probably the latter but who knows?

Sighing again, Hajime gestured the two to follow him to the changing room. The practice was almost over anyways and both Takahiro and Issei had finished their serves earlier ago aswell. The dark haired ace was going to let the two third years hear the song he had been listening to for the past few days with his phone. Hajime, after all, downloaded the song his soulmate had been listening to non-stop.

  

"Mamas always gotta back track!

When everybody talks back!"

Arriving at the changing room with the two males tagging along, Hajime wasted no time going to his assigned locker and opened it up. Taking out his phone and unlocking it, Hajime immediately then went to his music app and searched the song his soulmate had forced him to listen to for almost a week.

"Never thought I'd live to see the day,

When everybody's words got in the way!"

Finding the song, the dark haired ace turned to both his friend and gave them a blank expression as he hit play on the song.

The familiar intro of the song played loud on the device's speaker and it didn't take long for the singer started singing the song that Hajime was song he could sing along perfectly from how much he had heard the song already. The dark haired male had practically memorized the lyrics of the song already and he wasn't even kidding.

"Woah," Issei whistled as he look at the song that was playing in Hajime's phone more closely. "Damn ace, you're soulmate has taste!" The black haired male said. Rather surprised and impressed to the song Hajime's soulmate taste in music.

"It's in english too," Takahiro pointed out. He then turned to look at Issei who looked at him aswell. The two seemed to be communicating without even saying anything, but seeing the furrowed eyebrows and small frown on their lips, Hajime knew what they were thinking.

"Your soulmate is probably in a foreign country..." Takahiro said as he looked back at the dark haired ace. A bit worried but the wing spiker seemed to force a grin on his lips. "That's so cool!"

"Yeah, you're pretty lucky to get a foreign soulmate ace," Issei said. "Imagine getting help with english!" The black haired male chuckled. The two friends continued on listing the positives of having a soulmate who can talk in english and joking about it.

The dark haired ace didn't seemed to listen to the two though.

Hajime knew that there was a huge possibility that his soulmate was in another country than where he was. Soulmates were rarely even in the same cities most of the time, so Hajime fully knows about him maybe not meeting his soulmate. Still, it still hurts to think that his soulmate was far away from him and probably would not meet.

Iwaizumi Hajime didn't considered himself as a hopeless romantic, but it had always been his dream to meet the other person who he had sharing music to since he was seven years old.

There were two reasons why Hajime hated sharing about his soulmates music taste. First was that it hurts to be reminded that Hajime would only hear the song his soulmate was listening to and most of the time those songs were in english and were too loud for his liking. Sure, his soulmate listened to some mellow song aswell like lo-fi and even taking note on songs he listened too aswell, but his soulmate seemed to enjoy the upbeat and loud ones a lot.

Second was that Hajime felt like the music he listened from his soulmate were sacred. It was a silly thing to think but for the dark haired ace, the music and songs his soulmate was listening too, it was only for him to listen to and only him alone.

God, perhaps Iwaizumi Hajime was a hopeless romantic. Or at least, a little bit of a hopeless romantic with how he thinks about some dumb songs his soulmate was listening too.

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