#his face was begging for some... optimism

[general-kalani]

Oh she was so precious when she was worried.

"I'm fine, Panther... 'M fine... Don't worry 'bout me yet, how's my rifle? Not dented is she?" A little grin spread on his face, somehow he'd managed to lift his head up a little and open his eyes more.

Maybe he should start saying prayers to God.

If the laboured breathing is anything to go by at least. "Y'know it takes more than just some bullets to kill me." Or a shovel.

Where the fuck did the Deputy get so many shovels from? It was definitely going to be one of the things he was banning... His head was swimming after the first casual whack of that shovel.

"I uh... Ain't gon' walk much... Might have'ta carry me. Hope yer fine with that."

{ @rxdhairxdsirxns SO THAT STARTER RIGHT- }

... Was that crying? And a hand in his own? He recognised the little name at least of Jake.

Brows furrowed as he groaned. Trying to get a sense on his bearings again. Sense of at least direction. A quiet groan as he opened his eyes and saw that bright red.

Well he knew who it was now.

"Stop whimperin'... 'M fine just a few bullet holes." Fuck did it hurt though. He was surprised he hadn't straight up bled out at this point before Taryn had gotten to him.

Probably just blind luck.

"That Deputy didn't hurtcha 'gain did they?" How he wanted to get up, raise his hands to her face and kiss her all over to let her know he truly was fine.

As he was now? He could barely open his eyes, let alone let his hand close in on hers.

Why's it all gotta hurt so fucking much? He'd been in the Army and yet this was some of the worst pain he'd experienced thus far in his life.

[dokidokidraft]

Sub JJK Men Hcs

A/n: Im sry about kinktober guys, hcs are just easier to write rn. Plus, I’ve had this in my drafts for a while.(since August…)

⇨Masterlist⇦

Warnings: smut, nsfw, the title says it all. Dom!afab!reader, no pronouns used tho, sub jjk men (separate), overstimulation, edging, dracryphilia, brat taming, bondage/gagging, pegging, and gun play in Toji’s

Includes: Satoru Gojo, Geto Suguru, Toji Fushiguro

More in part two, I promise. Request specific characters if you’d like!

꧁Satoru Gojo꧂

This man has 2 moods

#1 is whiny, obedient sub who’s kinda desperate. This only happens when he’s had a tough day at work and need to cool down a little.

#2 is his most common, the brat. Disobedient, cocky, and his ego goes through the roof. Tries to take charge most of the time.

He's super into overstimulation, whether he’s a crying, begging mess, or you need to brat tame him a bit.

The punishment that best works for him is the chastity cage. The pain turns pleasurable for him, but your always so cruel and hide the key. The longest he’s gone is 4 days, before he was begging (full on his knees, tears in his eyes, hands together as if he was praying) for you to take it off.

One of the loudest men on this list. I’m talking moans, whimpers, grunts, whines, the whole damn package.

Even when he’s being bratty, and TRYING to block out the noise, he’s crying out your name like it’s the only word he knows.

Hates edging, so that’s also an optimal punishment for him. Being on the brink of orgasm, teetering off the edge, before you pull him back down to earth is probably the worst feeling ever. (maybe second to the chastity)

Doesn’t like getting spanked or anything like that, but do use his blindfold to tie his wrists to the bed frame, etc.

Super big praise kink, but degradation also makes him moan, even when he tried to convince himself he doesn’t like it.

But oh god, when you ride him. That’s what really gets him going, seeing you bounce on top of him, tits swaying enticingly in front of his face. that's his absolute favourite thing.

Heavy aftercare is needed with this guy. I’m talking bubble bath, chocolates, and at least half an hour of snuggling afterwards.

“I’m NOT begging for you to blow me. I’m the strongest, I don’t beg”

“God, woman! J-just let me cum already! I’ll even let you peg me again just don’t edge me anymore….ple-e-ease…”

꧁Geto Suguru꧂

Not on the bratty side, but not completely submissive either

As long as you’re happy, he’s happy.

One of his biggest kinks is hair pulling, especially if he’s eating you out. Making eye contact and feeling the tug on his scalp while you force your cunt against his face is just heaven for him.

Also loves being edged. Unlike Satoru, he loves to feel the buzz when he gets denied, loves the feeling of you in control.

He doesn’t usually need to be punished, but on the odd occasion when he does, the best option is simply putting him on a sex ban. The chastity doesn’t really sit right with him, but not getting any pussy is definitely torture.

Like it when you tie him up, but make it overdramatic. Give him full-on jewelled handcuffs, and a bright red, shiny ball gag, with a side of fairy lights hung around the bed frame.

Whenever you gag him, he makes sure to be extra loud to entertain you. His muffled moans will be replaying in your head for days.

Speaking of which, you definitely get some noise complaints from the neighbours.

Would much rather be giving you oral, but once your tongue touches the too of his cock I can promise you he whimpers from the tiniest touch 🥺

He will buy a new bed, and make it fucking massive. He wants to try every single position possible, that’s a given.

Has a habit of biting the pillow to muffle his moans <3

“Tying me up again, huh? Don’t you ever get bored of it? Oh, did that earn me the gag yet?”

“Sex ban? You’re joking. You’re fucking joking. Please tell me you’re fucking joking.”

꧁Toji Fushiguro꧂

Submissive? Not at all…until you ride him

He would sell his soul to have you go cowgirl on him for the first time again

Toji likes the chastity cage bc it’s like a challenge for him, seeing how long he can last

If you try to peg him I’d suggest like…writing your loved ones a note :)

Overstimulation is his JAM (for both of you) but it takes fucking forever for him to get a bit overstimulated, this man has a shot ton of stamina.

When you convince him to sub, he can go all night. He’ll just be lazy and take it, whatever you give him, with lots of suggestive comments along the way

Giving him a blow job is the best way to relax him, especially if you have your nails done and use your hand at the base <3

He may or may not secretly love when you step on him, it gets him going like crazy

Hold him at gunpoint and he will be hard as a rock. He taught his girl well, and loves the thought of her overpowering him like that

Car sex. That’s it.

When you guys get really into it his hair will fall in front of his face, and if you gently brush it out of the way he falls in love all over again.

“Wanna suck on it, doll? I promise I won’t force it down your throat like last time, take your time.”

“I heard pineapple makes your cum taste sweet. Think we should try it? I’ll be the lovely taste tester if ya ride me afterwards.”

[i-smoke-chapstick]

‘SAILOR SONG,

-THEPENGUIN!SOFIA FALCONE X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; You run into Sofia at Berto’s funeral. You’re the only one who can calm her down.

⋆ tags/warnings. sofia falcone x female reader. ANGST AND COMFORT!! Might make this a series if anyone likes it enough <3 she’s my literal BABY im so in love with her it makes me want to kms! she deserves SO much better i just wanna give her a hug (and a kiss). slight homophobia mentions, past relationships (but unclear), THE HANGMAN!!!!! Based on 1x2, bertos funeral ! she is my girlfailure wife and i need her

♫ “Begging, baby, would you please? / Do the things you said you'd do to me. / And when we're getting dirty, I forget all that is wrong / I sleep so I can see you 'cause I hate to wait so long.” Sailor Song by Gigi Perez

High tides. That’s what Gotham is, after the haunted return of the Batman. At least, that’s all you see around you now. Theres blood in the water, and the sharks have all come to hunt.

You think it’s all bullshit. The bat, the Riddler, this fucking funeral. You hardly knew the man, and you know it’s a waste of time. Everyone dressed in black here is only cutting their losses. It’s all out of fear. Berto was unabashedly himself. And that was weak. He tried too hard to be his father.

You scan the funeral, which might as well be a party for some of these fuckers, and hold your breath. Okay, maybe you’re more upset than you’d like to admit. Nihilism appeases the soul where optimism does not. You’d only had very few conversations with him, but he was…nice, to some extent.

It’s a day of mourning. And that’s what you do. Memories come to you in unsafe and ungrateful waves, alerting you of every interaction you’d ever had with the man of the night.

“Hey, so,” He scratched the side of his head with his index finger. “Wha- What’s up with you and my sister?” A bitter smile on his face, nose scrunched in faux curiosity. You’d known better. You grew up your entire life in Gotham, and you had known a thinly veiled threat when you’d heard it.

“Sofia?” You’d asked, lighting a cigarette. The sunset flooded through Italy’s streets. It wasn’t your first summer here. You took a long drag of smoke, thinking of how to phrase your answer. The Falcones weren’t stupid, none of them were, not really. “Nothing.” You settled on, dabbling it out in the ash tray. “Why?”

You’d expected some bullshit to fly from his mouth. The family…That you were an outsider. That whatever the two of you had going on was distasteful. A woman and a woman. Not a good look in the papers. Weak willed woman frolicking together in Gotham’s underground. You expected him to insult you, and her. What would their father think?

But Alberto didn’t say anything like that.

“If you hurt her,” He began, and you felt yourself visibly recoil. “I’ll have to, you know,” He motioned with his hands, forming a gun with his forefinger against his temple, and a pew sound. “Pop your top.”

Returning to yourself, you find it in yourself to be greatful. For Alberto, not ratting the two of you out. Whatever you two had…was more than the both of you ever managed to let on. Small touches here and there, kisses when you played house. Laughing underneath streetlamps, painting her nails. And then she got locked up in Arkham. Your best…friend.

And now she’s finally released. Idiots with poster boards outside begging for her return to the loony bin. She’s somewhere in this house, on the same floor as you.

You mindlessly sip on your glass. Alchohol is your real friend tonight. The undergrounds in shambles, the entire city is. What’s stopping you from leaving? You don’t know. Not until you see her.

She trails in the room, and the first thing you hear are overwhelming whispers. You don’t pay attention to them, how could you? Her hair tied up messily, sticky bangs and beads of sweat on her forehead. Her makeup is neat, but just barely smudged.

She’s bug eyed as she enters, chest heaving in…anger? fear? She pays much more attention to the whispers than you do, you realize.

“She’s crazy,” You hear from behind you. Faces hide behind there glasses and hands, leaning down and gossiping amongst themselves. It makes you sick. She makes you sick. Even more so, as she seems to lose herself. It starts with a small bite, digging at the finger food, before she picks up heaps of it in her palms. Over and over and over again…

“That’s enough,” You whisper, sternly, grabbing her forearm. Her mouth almost drops open with the food, eyes widening even more. She stops chewing, and for a moment, it seems everything and everyone is finally scilenced.

She doesn’t say a word in her shock, her arm falling down. She lets you guide her out the room, and the both of you ignore the comments from passerbys.

When you finally reach an empty room, you close the door. Her blood runs cold, and she’s perpelled to the edge of the room, like a cornered and vulnerable prey animal.

“What are you doing here?” Sofia drawls, clearing her throat. Her cheeks are tinged pink from embarassment, and her nose twitches in frustration.

“I knew him too.”

“No, you didn’t.” She remarks, firm in her stance. Her jaw is clenched tight, and you sigh. You make your way over to a couch, sitting down lazily. It doesn’t feel how it used to.

“Yeah, I didn’t. But I got an invitation.”

She ignores you. Straight to the point.

“You’ve heard. What they are saying about me, out there.”

“Hard not too.”

She scoffs, letting out a hmph noise. She turns away from you, blinking.

“Well. Do you believe it?” She tests, arms crossed. You feel your eyebrows scrunch, and you give her a once over. You want to scream at her, that she isn’t crazy. That whatever she’s done isn’t her fault, not completely. But you can’t claw the words out- not after not seeing her in years.

“You do, don’t you?” She continues. She stops pacing the room to take a seat parallel to you. You bite your tongue.

A beat of silence, and something in her dark eyes takes it as your final answer. Theres something deeper, darker swirling in them you can’t quite place. She’s not the same girl you knew as a child.

“No,” You whisper, finally, and watch her perk up. “You’re not crazy.”

She stays silent as she looks at you disbelievingly. Like you’re saying it simply to appease her. You find it in yourself to let the tension melt away, leaning back into the cushions.

“You don’t need help.” You affirm, and her expression is unreadable. “You aren’t broken. Or whatever those fuckhead doctors told you in Arkham. You’re just…” You trail off, needing to word this right. “You’re just your fathers daughter.”

You expect her to ask ‘what thats supposed to mean?’ but she doesn’t. No…she looks too vulnerable in this light to fight back against you. Again, silence sounds, and you wonder if you’ve made a mistake.

It’s only when she speaks, voice trembling, do you see her resolve break.

“Why didn’t you visit me?” It’s quiet, almost a whimper, and her voice breaks. “In Arkham?”

There it is. The question you’d been dreading, mostly because you didn’t know the answer yourself.

Her eyebrows are pulled together, nails clenched into her own skin. You go to tear them from her palms, opening them up to find the marks. She doesn’t say a word. She makes no move to push you away. She’s too tired. She’s greiving, her father, her mother, her brother, her sanity.

You lean down, and press a gentle kiss to her nails. A strangled sound is ripped from her at the action, and you notice how her eyes turn glossy. You decide to ignore the question for now, watching tears finally slip from her eyes. She’d been holding them in for what felt like forever. But not with you, she finds, she could never hide anything from you.

You pull her in, embracing her for all its worth. She immeadiatley falls into you, open mouthed sobs against your shoulder. You hug her tight, and it feels blissful. After so long of only seeing her on TV reports and pictures, touching her, feeling her, is heavenly. Just like it used to be.

She still smells the same. Her makeup runs as she cries into your shoulder, and you gently hush her. You pet her head and hair, cradling her like she’s fragile glass about to break. She’s yours. You’re hers. You always have been.

Rocking her back in forth, you place a kiss on her forehead. When she leans into you, you place more. Soft little pecks across her skin, to her head, wrist. You kiss all her tears away as they fall. Sweet and salty, wetting your lips. You feel her try to catch her breath.

She pulls away from you, hair messy. Her lips are parted, and her pupils blown, and theres a silent promise in the air between the two of you. I’m with you. Im on your side. I am the woman who wants you to win.

Her hand trails to your cheek, and she looks at you worshipfully. Her eyes flit to your lips, as if asking, begging for just one.

You nod. You could never deny her anything. She leans in, tentiavley, before connecting your lips. Memories flash through your head. She tastes the same, acacia honey and cigarette smoke. Besides yourself, you deepen the kiss, and she responds tenfold.

Her hands thread through your hair with a gentle tug, as if there is a feral need buried underneath her skin, to possess you. Remind herself you are here, and you are hers, not an illusion. Not a nightmare. She would kill for you.

You have to almost fight her to part for air, pulling away with heavy breaths. She doesn’t let you get far, resting her forehead against yours.

For better or for worse, she has stuck her claws in you. You realize she will not let you go. Not tonight. Not tommorrow. Not ever.

Breath intermingling, her body heat radiating against yours, you can’t find it in yourself to care.

You stay like that, unanswered questions still plaguing the silence. You’ll answer them one day. For now, you choose only to lose yourselves in one another.

You regret not telling Alberto the truth before he died. She’s not nothing to you. She’s everything.

[glitteredrry]

sugar honey kisses

summary: harry’s next tour is joined by a special guest that has taken over his life and the world.

warning: brief mention of infertility/ miscarriage & fluff

wc: 3k+

a.n. i’ve been in a writing slump, and i just thought of this. i kind of went overboard (sorry). please excuse any spelling errors. i hope you enjoy these little blurbs. i was missing our harry, and i’m secretly manifesting another tour for us. byeee see y’all soon. 🤍

1. breaking news

Harry sat in the studio stuck on a verse on the last song to his album. He was gearing up to the release of his 4th studio album, and tour. Love on tour was going to be hard to top, but he looked forward to how this tour was going to be. He felt that he was in a better era of his life, all he hoped was that his growth would reflect on this new album. Fans were begging him to come back, and soon their prayers would be answered. His management was going to be releasing the album release date at 9 P.M. tonight. As he thoughtfully bite on the arm of his glasses, in walked in his wife YN. Harry’s eyes shot up looking at her happy to finally see her for the first time today, he had an early studio time today and only was able to give her a kiss to her head as she slept. Harry’s happiness quickly turned to nervousness as he saw a disheveled YN walking closer to him. “Doll, what’s wrong?” As she came in arm’s width from him, he grabbed onto her, and guided her to sit in his lap. Taking the tips of his fingers, he moved her hair out of her face as he watched her eyes tear up. Which only caused him to be more worried, “Harry, I wish I would've waited to tell you but I can’t.” YN reached down in her purse to grab something, and once it was shown to Harry he felt as if his heart rate had tripled in a split second.

“We’re pregnant.” She whispered to him with a smile. Harry was speechless as he stared at the test, he couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. “You’re serious,” YN nodded, touching his face for some solace. “I’m absolutely serious, we have half of us here.” She grabbed his hand holding him to her stomach. Harry’s tears came crashing down as he laid on her chest still accepting that they were with child. Joy rang through Harry’s body as he felt his wife’s comforting touch all over him. Harry reelected on their journey of building their family, going into everything they thought it would be so easy to add a baby; Yet that was the furthest thing than what it was.

After the loss of two children you never got to meet, Harry had been grief ridden for his wife. YN had the optimism Harry couldn’t bear to have during that time. She tried her best to keep him determined that they would one day have a child. They had tried for two years straight, and as of 10 months ago they stopped deliberately trying, and just left it to divine timing. There were doctor appointments to see if something was off with either of them and everything came back clear. The couple tried IVF, and that also wasn’t for them. Harry couldn’t believe that YN was sitting here pregnant after all this time. Harry quickly remembered his album and tour that was supposed to happen, and panic rushed through him. “I-I need to push back the album. I'll call Jeff, and tell him to postpone the tour.” “Absolutely not, you’re not pushing anything back, H. You’re releasing the album, and you’re going on tour. This baby will have to fit into our lives, we’re going to have a tour baby.” Harry smiled at his wife hugging her tightly, he didn’t know how this was going to happen. All he knew is that he loved and trusted his wife. If he had her he could get through anything.

2. trending topic

The world was preparing for the release of the album “Saturn Return”. He had given it that title because he believed he was in his life's peak. Harry was elated as he did his press tour. He felt reconnected to his fans in a way where he had missed them. As Harry was in the green room preparing for his last appearance before the album dropped, Harry’s manager, Jeff walked into the room with his phone in hand. “We have a slight situation going on. Pictures of YN leaving her gym class were released today. She looks visibly pregnant in them. I could release a statement to the press to calm the media, or we can ignore it.”

Harry was furious because he knew that where YN was pictured was an alley. She tried her best to be as inconspicuous as she could. YN was bent over, tying her shoe, and her shirt came up, revealing her growing belly. “I’m sure she’s going to be upset at herself,” Harry kissed his teeth, hating that he would have to break the news of this to his wife. As he continued scrolling online, he saw how fans defended their beloved YN, and Harry appreciated the support at this time. Harry looked at the time and would have to be out there in five minutes. So, he quickly dialed YN. When she answered the phone, Harry explained what had just happened, and the couple decided that the media wouldn’t push them to say anything. This was for them to reveal when they wanted to. Harry rushed to the stage as Jeff followed him, “I want you to make sure there are no questions about what is out right now, no family questions in general. Understood?” He said to Jeff sternly.

As not only a husband but now a father it was his duty to protect his unborn child. Jeff nodded and spread the message. Not commenting on this assumption from the press didn’t make it die down. It only brought more media attention to the couple. On the night of the album release, Harry decided to have a private dinner in New York to celebrate his achievement. YN wore a dress that took attention away from her bump, but as the couple approached the restaurant, paparazzi attacked the couple, asking questions, and someone hit YN, making her nearly fall to the ground. “Move back. Get the fuck away from her,” he created a barrier around YN, making sure she was on her feet. “You okay, doll?” “I’m fine. That just scared me.” Harry held her hand, pressing a brief kiss to her hand as they walked through the door. The media only got worse as time went on. He knew that they wouldn’t stop until they had an answer. So, YN thought of a way to announce the tour that Harry couldn’t resist. Harry’s hand hovered over the “share” button on Instagram as he looked at his wife. “You sure?” “Yes, press it, Harry. It’s now or never.” Harry hit the button and shut off his phone. Within ten minutes of the post being out, the couple was trending on Twitter with one simple post.

Laugh On Tour. Coming 2025. +1.

3. not your average gender reveal

YN had just become accustomed to tour life, and she would soon be leaving to prepare to give birth. Harry pampered her throughout the tour, ensuring she had her own dressing room to cater to all her needs. YN was sad to say she would leave the tour, but soon, her baby would be here. Harry took it seriously that he wouldn’t have YN flying for the last two months of her pregnancy. In the four months, YN had been on tour with Harry, fans loved pregnant YN content. She was considered a style icon with her looks not only during their time off but at shows. YN would sometimes be recorded more at his shows than him, as fans would see her on the side of the stage dancing with her pregnant belly. Harry often joked with fans and asked them about his dad's jokes and if he needed to improve them. Fans would boo or cheer, and it became a fun section of the show. “How about that one, honey?” Harry asked YN on the mic, putting her on blast. As the fans turned their attention to YN, her reaction would be what the audience followed with. YN shook her head and threw out a thumbs down. Then, the crowd followed with booing. “I love constructive criticism. I’ll work on a better one. I’m trying to make my baby laugh when they get here. I would rather get booed here than with my baby.” He shot YN a wink and continued to the next song.

The moment between the couple went viral, and people wondered what the child's gender was. As the couple sat in the bath together after a show, YN thought of something that had been in her head for two weeks since fans had been asking about the gender of their child. Harry rubbed on her growing bump and hummed as he felt himself destressing. “Harry, we should do a gender reveal for my last show with you. Well, the last one for my time on tour, what do you think?” “This tour has felt like a special one. I can’t describe it, but it feels more personal than past ones. I think that would be a great idea.” Harry’s team got ready for the big day and decided that the best idea for this last-minute gender reveal would be to do it right before the closing song, “Kiwi.” YN would be joining him on stage for the first time since they’ve been together, which would also be a massive moment for the couple. Harry took a sip of water after finishing up a song, and he couldn’t help but smile at himself, knowing that the crowd was about to go crazy. “Now, I hate to say that we are coming to an end. But we are. Soon, you will be stuck in traffic, and I will be thinking of you all and the laughter we have shared. Before you go, though, I want to invite a special guest. To all you people trying to sneak off, I see you, so sit down. You won't want to miss this. Please welcome my wife, YN Styles, to the stage.”

YN comes from stage left with a big black balloon, making the crowd scream so loud her ears begin to hurt. “Everyone calm down. My baby is sleeping. Shhh.” Harry said to the crowd as he embraced YN. “Many of you don’t know, but, today is my wife’s last show with me.” The crowd began to say “no” collectively, sounding upset she was making a departure. “It will only be a short break, but when she returns, our baby will be here. So, today, we will be celebrating our baby before their arrival. YN, will you give us the honor of sharing the gender of our baby?” Harry said as if it was nothing, and it was at that exact moment all phones in the room were up, ready to capture the iconic moment happening before them. “Wait, before you pop it, let's add some suspense, right?” Harry looked toward the band as they teased the crowd with music. There was anxious screaming across Wembley Stadium. At each sound of the music, you heard and felt the tension. Harry gave YN the cue to pop the balloon, and as she did, pink confetti flew out, causing the crowd to squeal, cry, and shout, saying how they knew it was a girl. The instrumental to Kiwi started. YN and Harry shared a sweet kiss as YN exited the stage. At the show's end, pink fireworks ended the best night of Harry’s career.

4. tour baby

Everything has been perfect for Harry and YN for the past three months. They couldn’t be happier with their baby girl Genevieve, or Vivi as Harry called her. YN left the tour five months ago, and now she had their three-month-old daughter in her hands, staring back at her. Harry decided to go on break during the middle of his tour to spend three months with his family without worrying about it. YN gave birth in December of 2025, and now, in April, Harry would be heading back for tour, and YN would be joining him again. Harry had been so consumed by their bubble that he almost dreaded coming back for a tour. YN would be lying if she said she wouldn’t miss his attention, and his time. It was the sad side of touring that she was familiar with. YN always knew his family was his number one priority. Now, going back on tour, the fact of the matter is that they aren’t his only priority. Naturally, with Harry touring, it could weigh down on him. He became tired easily or just lacked being attentive in other areas. It wasn’t necessarily his fault.

The tour just consumes his life. Harry had promised her that he wouldn’t let that happen this time around. YN was going through postpartum depression, and expressed to Harry her feelings. Harry took that into account and constantly tried to pour love into YN. Sometimes, his sugar honey kisses got her through the day. YN felt wholly supported as she transitioned to becoming a mother. Harry was the perfect spouse during this time; as Harry prepared to return to tour, there had to be many accommodations for Vivi and YN. Harry wanted to ensure they had everything and more that they needed. Harry was nervous about his baby girl coming to tour, he knew the media would wish to have the first look at his child. His only priority was to protect his family. Over the break, Harry and YN had many talks about the transition that would be taking place. Nannies were in place for the rest of the tour, and there was a schedule the couple would try their best to follow.

On the first day back from tour, the crew fell in love with Vivi. Harry made sure to have a long talk with everyone about the boundary with his most precious gift the world gave him, and he made sure to have NDAs signed for anyone who would be working on the tour. If news were to leak about Vi, he doesn’t know how he would react. Truly he would feel betrayed. As Harry was on stage, he saw signs all around the stadium asking about his baby girl. “She’s happy, we’re happy,” Harry said to a fan sign. Towards the middle of the concert, fans across the Camp Nou stadium got a notification while Harry was dancing across the stage, which caused all of them to scream.

Laugh On Tour. Barcelona I. April, 2026.

5. bittersweet first birthday

Vivi was the star of the tour, and as her first birthday approached, she knew this. As she gained consciousness, she joined Harry for soundcheck and even joined him in singing (which was just her screaming). Harry was overjoyed that it seemed like his baby girl was enjoying this side of his life. He had many fears that she would be scared of the loud music, but instead, she embraced it. As Vi got older, YN thought it would be good to start showing her to attend concerts.

Typically, during shows, Vivi would be backstage with a nanny. During Vivi's 6 months on tour, she finally sat in a suite with YN, watching her father perform on stage, and it seemed that she enjoyed it. At nine months old, even though she had protective earphones, YN often caught her hanging on to the songs she once knew in the womb. It looked as if she was relearning them as the months flew by. Now, one day away from her first birthday, Harry and YN both share tears about this bittersweet birthday. Of course, the couple was happy that their child was turning one year old while Harry was on tour, but the tour would end a month after Vi’s birthday, and it felt like an era of all of their lives would be ending. Vi was conceived right before this era of their lives, and Harry had reached heights of his career that he had never reached before. He had to credit this to his wife and child for all attributes.

Harry felt a sense of motivation and drive that he never had before. Vi was the inspiration for everything in his life, and he knew that shortly after this tour ended, he would be working on an album dedicated to his daughter. Watching her grow had caused him to jot down small notes about what he would write about for the next album. Vi was the inspiration of his life. Harry wanted to share his daughter with fans because they patiently waited and never invaded his space in public when they saw his daughter was with him. Harry kept Vi’s identity under wraps, although some articles would pull different things together about what they thought his daughter looked like. Sharing the most private thing in Harry’s life made him anxious; he was exposing Vi to the public eye's scrutiny. Harry knew how difficult it would be to keep her hidden as she grew into a toddler.

As she got older, Vi would attempt to snatch the blankets off that kept her hidden, or she would try to peek out from her stroller as the flashing noises from cameras were on her. Harry knew he wouldn’t show her often, so he wanted the first time to be a special occasion. Once he brought up the idea of singing “Happy Birthday” to her on stage to YN, it was something YN had to agree to. As Harry performed to a crowd of 78,000 people, he knew it was time for his surprise before he took a brief intermission. His fans didn’t necessarily know the date of Vi’s birthday, so this would be something else that was personal to him. “If you all would join me, it’s a very special someone’s first birthday.” The crowd cheered loudly as Harry laughed briefly at the reaction, opening his eyes in shock at the loud cheering. “That’s the best you can do?” He said sarcastically as the crowd screamed louder. “I think we should bring our guest out on stage…what do you say?” As the crowd continued to cheer, it dawned on them that this would be the first look at his daughter. “Don’t scare her too bad; she’s new to show business. Welcome my pride and joy to the stage, Vivi. Come here.” YN sat Vi down and YN instructed her to walk to Harry. Vivi walked out on stage to her father with stumbling legs as if the stage and crowd were second nature to her. As Vi walked into Harry’s opening arms, the crowd loudly aww’ed as Vi laid her head on Harry’s shoulder. “Now, don’t make my baby cry. Let’s have a nice hushed happy birthday to my Vi.” The crowd listened to Harry and joined him in singing to Vivi. Which seemed to surprise her as the crowd said her name to her, “Happy birthday, Vivi,” Harry said, then he pressed a kiss to the side of her head feeling more emotional than he thought he would.

Vi clung to his body as Harry walked off stage to an emotional YN. When the show ended, the crew decided to do something special for Vivi, which had Harry and YN thanking everyone for hours afterward. That night in the hotel, Genevive was sleeping in between the couple after her sugar crash from eating too much cake. Harry and YN watched the online outpour of love and admiration for their baby.

NEW DADRRY CONTENT

Happy birthday to the laugh on tour baby

Aww she has his eyes

Harry and YN reacted to different comments, which also led to playful arguments about who she looked more like. YN was happy with her decision that Harry continued to go on tour, creating memories for a lifetime as a family. Everything fell into the right place for the couple, and the timing couldn’t have been more perfect. As weeks passed, Harry was on cloud nine when his tour ended, and he couldn’t wait until the next tour to see how much more involved Vi would be. He thought of including her throughout his next album, too. He just wanted something to capture her at this age, his personal time capsule. His family slept upstairs in their London home, and before he joined his wife for bed, he posted one last picture to conclude the end of this era.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. This is goodbye for now, but not forever. I love you always. - H & V

[morelikeravenbore]

Sebastian Sallow, the yapper.

And other such headcanons.

I woke up this morning with the most pressing desire to word vomit some random Sebastian headcanons. These are all based on my fic How to Make a Villain but I've used "you" in place of Aurélie's name for delulu's sake. 

I literally haven't proof read this so. 

*chucks*

✨ He's enchanted every single pocket in every item of clothing he owns and keeps EVERYTHING in them. Books, sweets, potions, wiggenwalds, quills, parchment, plants, rocks, a snitch, notebooks, food. Good luck doing his laundry or trying to find ANYTHING he needs. 

✨ Hoards sentimental items the way a magpie hoards shiny things. Yes, that twig you fiddled with during your first conversation is INCREDIBLY important to him and he'll never ever get rid of it. 

✨ He interrupts a lot but it's only because his brain whizzes at a zillion miles an hour. 

✨ Can't sit still.

✨ Definitely has adhd. 

✨ Constantly snacks on sweets (which he keeps in his enchanted pockets, usually loose because he lost the box.) His favourite is Every Flavour Beans, he'll scarf them down by the handful and isn't put off by the disgusting combination of flavours. In fact, he the worse the flavour combo, the funnier he thinks it is. Do not accept any sweets he offers you because who knows how long they've been in his pockets. 

✨ His innate optimism is what keeps him toeing the line between light and dark but is ultimately what saves him. 

✨ Can always make you laugh even during the most stressful times. 

✨ He needs some ONE to fight for rather than some THING. Hes incredibly goal oriented but as long as it centres around his loved one/s. Will fight harder for you than he will for himself. 

✨ Is overly physically affectionate and will never ever stop touching you, hugging you, smooching you, playing with your hair, poking your face, lifting you up, dragging you around by the wrist, sleeping on top of you, pinching you, tickling you. 

✨ Sleeps like 3 hours a night, somehow manages to function.

✨ HIGHLY intelligent, like I'm talking gifted kid level kinda smart.

✨ But also highly impulsive which explains his whole "genius who does a lot of dumb shit" thing. 

✨ On account of his childhood trauma, he will literally BEG you to marry him but will take a bloody ridiculously long time to decide to have kids.

✨ Speaking of marriage, his love for you runs DEEP but he's about as romantic as a slug so expect his proposal to burst outta him on a whim.

✨ He won't hesitate to defend you, threaten for you, commit Muggle violence for you, duel for you, but he treats you soooo gently. 

✨ Certified yapper. Sometimes he'll wake you up in the middle of the night to yap. Sometimes he'll want to show you how high he can karate kick for like fifteen minutes straight.

✨ He hates cutting his hair and usually grows it out all wild and unruly until you can't take it any more and force a haircut on him.

[gilverrwrites]

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Wally West/Reader/Dick Grayson, 4.8K Words AN: Based on this request: [BirdFlash with reader being Dick's girl who Wally always dreamed of having a taste so on Wally's birthday best friend dick gives his girl with nothing but a gift wrapping ribbon on her breasts on Wally's bed all dolled up for him while Dick watches them while stroking his cock, pretty please] But I switched it up to Christmas cause it took me this long to finish it. Happy Holidays All! Warnings: Objectification | cuckolding | restraints | spit-roasting | minor-name calling | Dick being an implied/moderately mean dom. 

Wally wouldn't call it begging. More like a series of persistent and not-so-subtle hints. Whatever it was, and no matter how much he asked for it, he earnestly was not expecting to find you, looking all pretty and perfect, strapped to his bed, and all wrapped up in shiny red ribbons when Dick had insisted on giving him his Christmas present early. Wally had no clue how Dick had managed to sneak you in here without him noticing, and honestly, he didn't really care.

“Really, dude?” Wally grabs Dick's upper arm, turning his best friend so that they're eye to eye. Mostly he just needs to hold onto something, to ground himself, to prove he's not dreaming.

“Yeah, man,” Dick confirms, stretching out the arm in question to pat Wally's shoulder. “Ground rules though. You get one; you nut, you're done. You wear a rubber, and I’ll be watching the whole time.”

Wally nods excitedly all the way through. Those are all reasonable requests,but he can't help teasing a little. “What’s that matter? Don't you trust me with your girl?”

“No.” Dick answers decisively but with the hint of a laugh, as he lets go of his best friend, settling into the desk chair he'd already repositioned for optimal viewing. Dick has never been the possessive or insecure type, in fact, seeing how excited the premise of sleeping with his girl makes Wally is a bolster to his already teeteringly large ego.

Wally, totally buzz, could practically phase through the floor at any moment.

“Thanks, man!! This might just be the best gift ever!” He drums his fists against Dick’s chest, letting out some pent-up energy and then, in the blink of an eye, he’s on you.

It feels like a cool breeze is rolling over you as he examines you. Fingers tweaking your ribbons and brushing over your exposed skin so fast you barely know where he is at any given time. The only thing you're certain of is the hardness of his clothed cock pushing against you're pussy.

“You're the best present I ever got.” He repeats, this time to you, once he pulls away the soft binding that had been dressed across your mouth.

Before you can answer, Dick chimes in, endlessly amused by Wally’s enthusiasm. “You haven't even fucked her yet.”

When Wally replies, he’s still looking at you. Consuming you with those inviting eyes. “No, but I’ve been dreaming about all the things I want to do to you since the day we met.”

Those same green eyes travel along your face, appraising every inch of your skin with pure wonderment, and making you feel far more flustered than the reality of the situation ever did. Eventually, his gaze settles on your lips, all read and glossy, just for him and he whispers yearningly; “Can I kiss you?”

You want to make a joke about whether he planned on pumping and dumping you, but he asks so sweetly, that all you do is smile and nod, tilting your head up until you feel the callouses of his thumb on your cheeks and his lips grazing your own. He starts out so tenderly, savouring every second, committing every taste, every move, every look to memory. Uncaring of how your lipstick stains his face.

But he only has so much patience, can only hold back his precipitous nature for so long. Soon enough he’s holding your face steady as he hungrily soaks up your kisses, panting into your mouth, clinging to you like he’ll never get enough. Simultaneously, his hips have upped their tempo too. Increasing from a steady rut that had your already wound-up heat throbbing for more, to a constant, deep and mind-numbing grind that had you leaking through the satiny fabric your boyfriend had so lovingly bound you up in. You’d be pushing back against him, if Dick hadn’t done so good a job at ensuring you’re properly spread and displayed for his best friend.

“Wally?” You purr into his mouth, and you would swear his cock twitched before he snapped his head back to take you in. His face a wicked collection of freckles, spit, and lipstick.

“Yeah, baby?” He grins down at you, all doe-eyed and boyish. ‘He really is just happy to be here’ you think, watching as his gaze travels further down your body, following his own fingers as they graze your neck, then your makeshift collar, running over the curve of your breast before settling to fiddle with the tail of the ribbon that’s currently keeping them contained.

Needily, you buck your hips as best you can and let out yet another gratuitous whimper. “Need you. Want you to fuck me so bad.”

“Yeah?” His hand falters, dipping lower, tracing the bows that cover your core, his eyes and smile concurrently growing wider until Dick butts in.

“Don’t let her take over, Bud.” He warns, and instantly you narrow your eyes at him. He looks so calm and composed, leaning back and spreading his legs, but already his cheeks are tinted pink, and his hand is buried in his jeans. “Give her an inch, and she’ll take a mile.”

“She can have it all.” Wally muses, never taking his eyes from your form as he trails his hand upwards once more, having made his decision, he tugs at the smooth fabric until it gives, unveiling your breasts and making him suck in a breath as he takes them in. “Just let me have some fun first, yeah? You’re my present, after all, so it’s only fair, right?”

Please with Wally’s response, Dick shoots you a self-satisfied look, one that has you glaring daggers back at him until he just has to say something.  

“Don’t look at me like that.” He scolds playfully. “I’ll end this thing, and Wally will have to go without. Is that what you want?”

Briefly taken aback, Wally finally takes his eyes off you, his head darting back and forth between the two of you before he catches on to your game.

“Is he always this mean to you?” Wally asks with mocking sympathy, his speech marred by the way he drags his lips along the curve of your breasts.

“Yes!” You return, amping up the dramatization. “He’s so cruel.”

“I knew it!” Despite the bit, Wally doesn’t keep his mouth from kissing and sucking the tender skin of your nipples. Nor does he keep his hands from wandering your body still, weaving his fingers under your remaining trimmings. It’s like you’re a plethora of gifts, and he doesn’t know which to open next. “Don’t worry, you’re in safe hands now.”

“Good grief. The two of you deserve each other.” Dick scoffs, despite his warning, he does nothing but lean back further and bunch up the hem of his t-shirt to keep it from getting in his way.

“You ever been with a speedster before?” Wally asks keenly, leaning in to kiss you once more.

“No.” You answer, shaking your head when he pulls back. Wally’s delight is evident immediately.  

“Oh, baby. You don’t know what you’ve been missing.” In the blink of any, all the ribbons and bows are gone, strewn across the room, one suspiciously sitting haphazardly on Dick’s head. All but for the bindings that keeps you secured to Wally’s mattress. Exposing you completely, but offering you no give to shy away from the hot breath warming your inner thighs. “I am gonna rock your world.”

It’s sinfully thrilling, laying bare and vulnerable under two pairs of intensely watchful eyes. It’s enough to make you shiver in anticipation, but the real shockwaves come the moment Wally rolls his tongue between your slit, once, twice, three times, thoroughly and loudly enjoying the taste of you, and the way your hips tremble under his grip.

“Shhhhhhit.” With eyes closed, he groans into your slick folds. “You taste better than any Christmas cookie I ever tried.”

Dick laughs, you don’t have the capacity. As soon as the words are out of his mouth Wally glides two fingers into your dripping entrance. It’s not the way they stretch your walls that has you writhing, it’s the fact that they’re fucking vibrating.

“Oh-oh my god, Wally!” You whine, unconsciously pulling at your ties, desperate to grip onto something, to alleviate some of the tension he’s already building.

“You like that, sweet thang?” Wally hums, opening his eyes purely to soak in the way you’re already coming undone for him already. “You’re gonna love this.”

When he ambles his tongue against your clit again, it too is pulsing, tingly and intense. You crumble and twitch under his touch in seconds. “Fuck! Wally, Wally, oh my god, Wally!” You want to praise him, to tell him how good he’s making you feel but all that spills from your lips is a series of swears and prayer-like calls of his name. You’re so caught up in the moment, that you don’t notice Dick approaching, not until his weight dips the mattress beside your head and his fingers threat into your hair, brushing it from your flustered face in gentle little sweeps.

“Does that feel good?” He asks coolly, the stormy blue of his eyes overtaken by the expansiveness of his pupils.  “You gonna cum all over another man’s face?”

“Yes. Yes, Dick. Yes!” Your eyes flicker between the two men. They couldn’t be more different. Wally, bright and sunny, face full of warmth and contentment, virtually melting as he all but devours you. Dick, dark and seductive, enjoying the power he has over you even when you’re restlessly squirming on his best friends’ tongue.

“Don’t tell me.” He instructs, gently guiding you to face, focusing your attention back on Wally. “Tell him.”

“Wally, so, so good.” You whisper. “N-never felt like this before.”

You may be at your wit's end, but you still notice the way his eyes dart to Dick with a cocky quirk of his brow.

“She’s gonna cum for you, in 10.” Dick announces, and you’re not sure whether he just knows the signs better than you do, or if you’re so accustomed to cumming on command for him, but your body immediately grows taut, holding back ripples of pleasure, all stemming from the ceaseless throb of Wally’s probing fingers and flattened tongue.

“9, 8, 7…” Dick continues to count down, slow and steady, still playing with the stray tresses of your hair, wiping up any stray tears of frustration that leak from your wide eyes.  

“6, 5, 4…” Between Wally’s tightening grip, and the satin that holds your limbs down, you’ve no way to buck or roll, all you can do is tighten your fists and curl your toes, biting your lip as you silently beg your boyfriend to count faster.

“3, 2, 1.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Perfectly on queue, your orgasm wracks through you. Unrestrained moans escaping not just your own lips, but Wally’s too. His mouth never leaving the lip of your pussy, his fingers continuously buzzing between your sensitive folds as you whimper and groan, drowning in ecstasy. “Wally! Yes, yes, yes!”

“I could get used to this.” Wally praises, kissing his way along your stomach once you have nothing left to give him. His hot breath grazing your skin as he works his way up, mouthing your sensitive nipples once he’s in range until a set of strong, familiar fingers abandon you to wrap into the speedster’s rust-red locks. His jaw hangs open in shock and awe as Dick stands.

“Don’t.” Dick voices firmly, holding Wally in place until the former weakly nods his head. Despite his promise, the moment Dick relaxes his grip, Wally descends onto your chest. Planting, heated, open-mouthed kisses across your chest, smearing the wetness of your orgasm across your skin.

“Or I guess I’ll just have to make the most of you now.” He quips when you lock eyes.

“Untie me.” You surprise him and yourself with your reply, but you so badly want the freedom to run your fingers through his hair, to strip him of his clothes and kiss every one of his freckles without restraint, to pin him under your thighs and bounce on his cock until he’s as much a mess as he’d made of you. “C’mon Walls, I wanna touch you and kiss you and ride your cock ‘til I can’t walk straight.”

Any doubt that might have clouded his mind is quickly washed away as he envisions the reality of your promises. “Oh baby, how could I never say no to that.” He ponders aloud. A second later your limbs are freed.

He watches you intently as you stretch and flex your stiff muscles, both of you ignoring Dick who has retreated to his chair once more and is shaking his head. The first thing you reach for is the hem of his t-shirt. Frantically, you pull it over his head, excitedly trailing your hands over the lean muscle uncovered in its wake.

“You’re so hot.” You coo, sitting upright and stretching your legs over his, his hands clutching your thighs to help you mount him. His rosy skin is hot under your lips, his nails digging in as you smother any inch of skin you can reach with messy kisses. His hips jerk when your finger dips down once more, hooking into the waist of his pants. Impatient, he doesn’t allow you a chance to fumble with them, one moment you’re teasing him through the fabric, the next they’re gone.

He lets out an unintentionally high-pitched whine that puts your hairs on edge the moment you grace his cock with your fingers. You’d felt him rutting against your core already, but nothing prepared you for the reality. Pre-cum leaks from his tip, and he jerks once more when you press your thumb to it, swirling the moisture around his crown before you gently brush your fingers from tip to base, enjoying how his whole body practically sings at the touch of your soft lips and playful fingers.  

“Wow, Wally, you’re so hard.” You speak softly against his jaw.

He turns to look you in the eye as he sincerely replies: “I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”

“Well, you don’t have to wait anymore.” You remind him, eagerly shuffling forward until you’re close enough to slip his cock between your folds. “You gonna fill me up with your cock?”

“Yea-.”  

“Ahem.”

Immediately grounded by the sound of his voice, you both turn to face Dick. In one hand he’s holding his spit-slicked cock, evenly stroking it in long, relaxed motions. You almost want to crawl over there and take it in your mouth, but tonight is all about Wally, maybe you can persuade Dick to take a more active role if and when he shares you again.

In the other hand he holds a condom, the moment you and Wally register it you laugh at yourselves sheepishly for getting carried away. You reach for it first, but Wally beats you to the punch. Taking, unwrapping, and sporting it before settling back under your kneeling form before you even realise what’s happening.

“Our bad, man.” Wally apologies for the both of you, leaving Dick no time to respond before he’s nuzzling into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent and lining his erection up with your waiting entrance once again. “Just wanna fuck you so bad, baby girl. C’mon, c’mon.”

He continues, impatiently encouraging you as you lower yourself onto his length slowly, enjoying the blissfully painful stretch as his cock spreads your soft little pussy inch by inch, forcing yourself to take it slow. But you can feel the excited energy radiating from Wally. His fingers and toes are tapping, his teeth painfully sinking into his bottom lip as he tries and fails to stay still for you. You’re halfway down when he snaps, impatiently thrusting into you from beneath, evoking a pained cry from between your gritted teeth.

“Wally!” You scold, only half meaning it. Feels to fucking good to stay mad.

“I’m sorry.” He immediately apologises, brushing your flushed skin with kiss after hurried kiss. “I’m sorry, you just feel too good. Couldn’t help it. You took it so well. Sorry, sorry, sorry.”

Though he keeps murmuring apologies into your skin, not once has he stopped rocking his hips. Gleefully enjoying the way your face scrunches together, and your nails bite into his shoulders.

He keeps on murmuring his apologies right up until you lock your lips on his. You revel at how he never fails to smile into your kisses, even as you roll your hips upward. You plunge back down quickly, and he breaks your kiss to fall back, slack against the bed.

For once he doesn’t say anything, his emerald eyes greedily watching as you start to ride his cock in short, fast motions. At least, fast by your definition. You hope it’s everything he dreamed. If the way his eyes start to roll around, his body practically buzzing, it has to be at least close.

It’s pretty damn good for you too. The drag of his cock between your tender walls, the way he’s so happy to let you fuck yourself on him, to take whatever you need from his body, all the while watching you with nothing but lust-riddled adoration.

“Fuck. Wally. You’re driving me crazy.” You confess.

“He’s not doing anything.” Dick mutters, and you swear you’ve heard him mutter something akin already today.

But Wally appreciates your compliment. Confidently he weaves his hands behind his head, puffing up his chest as he turns to Dick. “Watch this.” He winks.

You nearly double over as his shaft begins to vibrate. It’s like your pussy takes over your body and you immediately sink lower onto him, trying to take him as deep as you can. Not a care in your mind as you keep calling his name, and desperately sway your hips in circles, enjoying the stimulation.

“Don’t stop now, babe.” Wally encourages, his voice shaking in time with the way his body pulsates, but it remains thick with fervour.

“That’s it, oh yeah.” He keeps going, holding your hands as you will yourself to keep sliding up and down the length of his cock. “Gee, you're so beautiful.”

The worship doesn't stop, his mouth moving just as fast as the rest of his body.

“Feels good right?” He asks keenly when your short breaths and slow riding turn loud and erratic. “You gonna cum again?”

You swear the moment a strained 'yes' leaves your mouth, the pressure stroking your inner walls multiplies tenfold, and it makes your muscles strain beyond use. “Feels so fucking good.” You can’t function. Luckily you don’t have to.

Wally takes you through it from beneath your trembling legs; rapidly thrusting up into your needy cunt and driving his thumb onto your clit until you buckle, toppling onto his chest as your orgasm pulls at your core.

“Man, she really milks it, doesn’t she?” His other hand wraps around your ass cheek, using the leverage to keep you bouncing just a little, easing his movements as rides out every last shockwave.

“Greedy is what she is.” Dick answers. “Give her a minute, she’ll be wanting more.”

He isn’t wrong. He rarely is.

At no point does Wally stop pumping into your oversensitive pussy or rubbing at your tender, swollen bud. It doesn’t take long until your walls start to pull tight around his cock, aching and begging for another climax.

“Oh, Wally~” You mumble into his shoulder, griping his biceps to support your heavy bones as you sit up once more. 

Your movements are sloppy, eyes only half focused, but you’re determined to find a rhythm. The moment you fall into one, however, Wally cries out, arching his back into the mattress and slapping your ass repeatedly in fast, desperate motions.

“Stop! Stop stop stop.” As soon as his words register in your brain, you pull away from him, reeling back completely, but he chases after you, ensuring his cock doesn’t leave the refuge of your warm, wet pussy for even a second.

“Are you okay?” You ask, confused and still half-dazed from having cum twice. Already enjoying the way his cock fills you in all the right places from this new angle; your back against the bed, hips inclined upward and legs around his waist. You don’t recall folding them around him, he must have done that for you.

“Yeah, I’m doing great, don’t you worry.” Wally reassures you, fingers in your hair, nose nuzzled in the crook of your neck. Already snapping his hips at a speed far beyond any normal human capabilities. “You make me feel so good. Such a tight. Sweet. Wet. Cunt.”

He’s telling you.

“So close.” He huffs through his teeth. “Can’t. Not yet. Wanna make it last.”

“I’m surprised you don’t want to finish in her mouth.” From this angle, you can’t see Dick as he chips in. But the sound of his voice makes you lightheaded, makes you wish he was more involved in the action. “I thought you’d be all over that.”

Wally comes to a complete standstill in t-minus 0.5 seconds, blankly staring into your eyes for what seems like an eternity before eventually turning to Dick, wide-eyed and fervid. Ignoring the way you desperately wither on his cock for any modicum of friction. “I can do that?”

“Yeah. She loves it. Goes fucking gaga over it. Don’t you pretty girl?” Dick answers for you. “It’s what I’m gonna do when you’re done with her.”  

“Yeah…” It’s true. The thought of Wally and Dick both spilling their load all over your waiting tongue would make you weak at the knees if they weren’t already jelly and you would never begrudge Wally the chance if it’s what he wants. But selfishly you want him so badly to keep fucking you. To take you over the edge on last time. So, with the roundest, wettest, most pleading eyes you can muster, you whisper; “but your cock feels so good, Wally. Please don't stop fucking me yet.”

Pride wells in his eyes as he looks down at you once more.

“What did I tell ya? Drunk on speedster cock already, huh?” Steadily he begins to buck into you once more. He’s slow and guarded, like he’s trying to hold back. “Even though it is my gift… Just one more, yeah?”

Absent-mindedly you brush your fingers through his fair, silently rewarding him for giving you what you want, admiring the way it makes his features soften, until the sound of Dick’s voice makes you both jump.

“Push over.” He jeers light-heartedly, but his grip is anything but as he grabs your arms and pulls you until your head hangs from the side of the bed. At no point does the feel of Wally’s cock dragging and pulsating deep with your walls falter, he follows close behind and pays Dick no mind as he continues to scold the pair of you. “Told you, if you’re too nice she’ll walk all over you.”

You on the other hand can’t take your glassy eyes off him. He’s the only one of you that’s still clothed, but for his pants which are now around his knees. His full length just inches from your face. You don’t realise your itching toward it, mouth open until he halts you by sticking two of his long fingers into your maw.

“You don’t mind, do you?” Dick asks, and Wally only shakes his head before slinking his face into your bosom. For a moment, Dick retracts his digits, using both hands to hold your tits closer together so that Wally can really rub his cheeks between them.

“Not at all.” Wally confirms, voice muffled by the fat of your breasts. You can’t even laugh, too weak from Wally’s cock, too eager for Dick. Even if you could, you don’t have the time. The moment he gets the go-ahead, Dick re-busies his hands, cupping your cheek and bringing his tip to your waiting lips.

Wally, seemingly determined to drag this out as long as possible, continues to fuck into your pussy agonizingly slow. He’s practically edging you at this point. Driving into you at the perfect pace to keep you wanting more without ever bringing you any closer to climax.

Dick has no such reservations. He’s already close, you can tell by the way he immediately begins to pant and clench as he drills his cock to the back of your throat, uncaring as to how you sputter and cough around him. He knows you can take it.

“Shh. You’re doing so well.” He praises when you grab onto the comforter, white-knuckling it as your body starts to jerk, desperate for air. His hand quickly relocates to your throat, pinning you back to the bed and practically jerking himself off through the flesh of your neck. “That’s my good girl.”

“Oh fuck. She’s clenching on it.” Wally's grip on you tightens, his pace growing faster but uneven. “Shit, that’s amazing, don’t stop.”

The tipping point comes when you feel the salty thickness of Dick’s release hit the back of your throat. If you could eat your words, you would. You’d practically begged Wally to get you off one last time but now that it’s rippling through you, you’re starting to ache, in and out. The bittersweet, joint-curling, body throbbing ache that feels so unbearably good. The sharp, salty taste of Dick filling your mouth only intensifies your pleasure. 

Dicks legs buckle as he finished, but he’s careful not to force his weight onto any more than he has been, and when he’s done, he releases his grip on your neck in favour of elevating your head, making sure Wally gets a good look at your blissed-out face and cum filled mouth. You haven’t swallowed yet, to gone to remember that Dick isn’t calling the shots tonight, so you don’t have to follow his rule of not swallowing until told.

“Look at that.” He muses in awe. “Told you, she fucking loves it.”

“I can see that.” Wally replies, but his eyes are on you. “You’re a pretty cum whore, ain’t you? You want some more?”

You nod awestruck at his words, you really hadn’t expected Wally to call you a whore, especially after he’d spent the night praising you so heavily. It does something funny to your body, making you feel light and tingly all over again, your pussy clenches around nothing. Wally has already disposed of his condom and made his way to your mouth. You sputter around the sudden intuition as he starts fucking Dicks cum deep into the back of your throat.

Dicks hold on your head prevents you from moving, but Wally doesn’t take long. Could be a just a couple of strokes, could be a hundred, it’s hard to tell through your naked, human eyes, he’s moving so fast it’s a blur, whatever he’s mumbling drones into a strange hum that vibrates through your body and then there’s a second, hot, thick load seeping down your throat.

As soon as you can, you swallow everything, instinctively looking at Dick for approval. He smiles back at you, that sly, proud smile he gives you almost every night that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy.

“Did you have fun, baby?”

“Oh, hell yeah!” Before you can speak, Wally interrupts. He’s strewn out across the bed beside you, smiling to himself like the cat that got the cream until his eyes flicker between you and Dick. “Oh, you mean her. Haha. Sorry.”

“I did, lots of fun.” You confer, scooting closer to Wally who is more than happy to take you into his arms, connecting his lips to your abused neck in seconds to plant soft, soothing kisses on your aching skin, unaware of how you reach your arms out to you boyfriend until he pulls up his trousers, climbs on the bed beside you both and settles on his side, not until Dick responds.

“Don’t you wanna get cleaned up?”

“Not yet.” You tug at him, pulling him closer until you're comfortably sandwiched between them both. Wally had taken it out of you, your body feels liquefied, and your eye lids are growing heavy. All you want to lay still in their company until you can find your baring and muster some energy. “Just want to cuddle for now.”

“Okay.” He replies hesitantly, occupying himself by checking your wrists, ensuring there are no bumps or bruises from your bindings. “But I don’t want Wally getting much more comfortable.”

“Hey! This is my bed.” Wally snaps back petulantly.

“If you don’t like it you can leave.” He only spares Dick a glance long enough to emphasise that he’s teasing before he turns back to you. “You can stay though.”

They go back and forth, play fighting for a long while, teasing threats and questions of a second round are bounced around, but you’re too tired to keep track. After a while their hands still, but stay gently fixed on your body as you’re lulled to sleep, relaxed and contented, long before Wally reminds Dick that his birthday is coming up soon.

[glossykissies]

the readers and… who?

— the series ࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃

episode four: puppy reader

introducing… my newest moodboard series! i will be creating moodboards based on my different readers with some of the characters i think they pair best with! along with the moodboard will be a brief description of their dynamic. i will mostly featuring characters that i write the most on this blog, but who knows, maybe i’ll throw in someone niche! part one can be found here. enjoy scrolling through ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ ౨ৎ��� ˚｡⋆

billy butcher (the boys) ♡

the grumpy man ends up having an unlikely affection for the supe!hybrid!pup that himself and the boys reluctantly take in. when she’s not leaving butcher unsettling drawings on his pillow or humping his boot, he finds himself drawn to her optimism despite being deeply traumatised by the lab she came from — a strength that butcher can’t even muster.

soldier boy (the boys) ♡

heading over to the no-supe-universe — grumpy, neighbour!ben didn’t expect to care so much for the sweet, needy girl next door with an obvious crush on him. before he knows her name (maybe she told him once but he didn’t care to remember), he’s always thinking of her as a lost puppy, always showing up at his door in little skirts and socks that are blackened at the sole from walking around outside bare-foot, wielding baked goods, berries from her garden or coming shyly with a request for him to fix something in her house.

scott miller (twisters) ♡

joining scotty on his travels around for research — puppy!reader is never far from scott’s side. she enjoys life on the road, driving motel to motel and spending time with her man. she has the terrible habit of wandering off, worrying scott sick at gas stations and roadside bathrooms but it’s nothing a scolding and a spanking in the back of the car won’t fix. she behaves for the most part, subdued by trinkets and scott’s ‘fun’ facts about twisters to keep her going, but her favourite part of the day is when his strong arms wrap around her thighs and she aggressively humps his face.

clark kent (smallville) ♡

from the day clark met her, he couldn’t help but feel it was his duty to protect pup. that was his nickname for her — pup, he used it more than her real name. it slipped out his mouth once, because of the way she’d energetically fly around and then crash at his feet — and he immediately went to retract it because he thought it might be rude, but she seemed to love the nickname, begging him to say it again. she was totally helpless, greeting dangerous men with a big beautiful smile, wandering around at night going ‘exploring’ in next to no clothes. her innocence betrays her, never noticing when the guys around her stare at her tits falling out of her shirt, to the point where exasperated, her pal, good-guy clark kent has to subtly pull her top up for her with a discreet shake of the head, or on even more dire situations, turn her around and carefully pluck her skirt lower so it wasn’t riding up her ass anymore. “what would you do without me, huh?” he’d give her a tight smile, but she can’t reply — still stuck on the feeling of his hands on her.

[yyawnjun]

BUTTONS

seventeen!95'lines × reader (separately)

summary: according to an ancient story, the greatest way to confess to the girl you love is to give her the top button of your uniform. Knowing thus tradition, here's how I think S.coups, Jeonghan and Joshua would confess their love.

comments, like and reblogs are always greatly appreciated. I hope y'all will like it ♡

high school romance ; fluff!! ; 2.6k wc ; I am so weak for them 😭 ; @kflixnet ; pt2

thank u so much to my fav girl @sobun1est for proofreading this (she deserves the world AND a confession by S.coups asap !!)

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL [ 최승철 ]

Choi Seungcheol. The school slacker. The first time you heard his name was when the science teacher begged you to help him with his finals. He needed help in all scientific subjects, such as math, physics, bio, and chemistry… but from what was said, he was considered hopeless. The first time you met him, he was wearing a pajama - because he refused to “be like the others” wearing the uniform - and kept chewing gum while listening to music while you were trying your best to help him with his math homework.

From that very first moment, you understood why everyone thought he was considered a desperate case. In the first week, he did not listen to you at all, not even glancing at you, he had arrived late and left after less than an hour.

Over time he started to look at you and listen to you. He started to admire your patience, your passion, your focused look as you wrote, your clear voice as you explained, your optimism, and your kind heart...

At the same time, you also started to become attached to him when he first showed the will to improve his situation. Indeed after a week, he bought his first pencil, after two weeks he bought a schoolbag, and after a month he even had a collector with all of the subjects - it was quite well organized at the end of the third month.

His appearance improved during those months: his eyes appeared less tired, his hair wasn't greasy anymore, and he even wore half of the uniform.

On Monday, the results of the final exams had just arrived. It was 9 a.m. - still very early, as they would not display the result posters until 11 a.m. - when your science teacher called you with Seungcheol.

You both came out of your respective classes and as soon as you arrived in front of the teacher, she almost started tearing up with happiness at the news she wanted to announce to you. S.coups, as you had learned to call him by now, had passed all his exams. These were the exact words spoken to you by the professor. She almost jumped up and hugged you, but you were more focused on the proud smile that adorned your friend's face. Indeed by now, you were friends.

After hearing the news, to celebrate you opted to go for a bite to eat at the café near the school after class. That café where you first met when it all started is now filled with your happy chatter.

Having the time to be with him for more hours on that day, you were able to notice so many other details of the new S.coups. He had a rested face, a lot of energy in his speech, brighter eyes, and even an almost complete uniform - he had promised you that he would wear it perfectly only on the last day of school. After some time, he also managed to thank you from the bottom of his heart, and you to gain more confidence in your teaching abilities.

So, the last day of school had arrived, the last goodbyes, hugs, chats, and farewells before the end. But on that very full day, you had by no means forgotten your promise.

In fact, after saying goodbye to your friends, you moved to look for the boy. Thirty minutes had now passed, but nothing. You were about to give un helieving that you had overemphasized what had been between you. You turned to leave until a deep, masculine voice came to your ears that you now knew very well from hearing him repeat all the rules possible and imaginable.

You turned and saw him in all his glory. The sun was shining on his face, and his hair styled with was barely moving in the wind. His eyes were smiling, and he was still shouting your name to indicate his location. Only when he was closer, did you notice that he was wearing his uniform.

His eyes and chest were filled with pride, his smile was proud, and his happiness was more alive than ever. After a quick hug, he pointed out his uniform to you - emphasizing how uncomfortable it was and how much he had done it for you. With dreamy eyes, you stared into his eyes, and he accepted the challenge. Time and space around you appeared still, it was only you and him. But shortly, your eye was drawn to a detail in his clothing. A button was missing from his clothing, the first one from the top, and it was clear that it had been detached.

He noticed the movement of your gaze and your puzzlement. But before you could say anything, he had put the missing button in front of your face. As if to prevent you from doubting him and his promises to you.

"I read that giving the first button of one's uniform to the loved girl is a way of confession," he told you.

"Oh, your romantic side," and before you could ask him any more questions, he shushed you for the second time - like he used to do proudly when he explained the lesson he had learned because of you.

"Here, this is for you," he said handing you the button.  In the end, he kept his promise: he was in his perfect (uni)form, wearing his school uniform and demonstrating his love to you.

YOON JEONGHAN [ 윤정한 ]

Yoon Jeonghan was taller than you, his eyes were brown as hazelnut and his hair black as ebony, his skin was flawless and his smile was always feeble. Although his sneaky character did not match his angel and kind appearance. From the teacher’s point of view, he was the perfect, smart, and angelic student. To everyone, he was the popular, handsome, and cocky boy. To you, he was something more.

You two had many classes together during high school, and you managed to learn more about him. Even if you did not speak much to him, you caught another side of him. Behind his angel appearance and presumptuous acting was a gentle boy. That gentle boy that made you lose your mind for him. You noticed once how he helped a guy who was being bullied or another time when he stayed until 11 pm in the library to help a girl with her math homework. 

So time passed and he quickly became your crush, someone you would always look at and admire from afar. You can’t say that he did not like attention, because he did. But he liked them only when they focused on the things he wanted - like his appearance, his carelessness, his intelligence. He did not want to expose too much of his kind side and you always wondered why,  and the more you knew about him the more you started to like him.

One-side love, mh? That was what you kept reminding yourself while observing him from afar. Many gorgeous girls and boys liked him openly, but he always ended up rejecting them; so you chose to stay silent and watch him from afar.

On one hand, it was nice to have someone to romanticize, someone to think about before bed, or when you needed to cheer up. But immediately after that comfortable feeling, a melancholy one showed up. But it's the one-sided love, isn't it?

So the years passed, you changed, and your crush on him got stronger. Until the last days before the end of high school. When you found yourself, on the last Monday in high school, on a fresh summer night - instead of studying - focusing on the choice of the words for the anonymous letter you would have given to him tomorrow.

He did not want to expose too much of his kind side and you always wondered why,  and the more you knew about him the more you started to like him.You closed it at 10 am before putting it in his lock. As soon as you did, a huge weight lifted from your consciousness, making room for another.

He had seen you secretly place something in his locker. Because after you put the letter Jeonghan saw you, YN.

Yn, the one who won his heart since his freshman year of high school. The one who had been on his mind for years, and as much as he didn't want it, the heart decided on its own.  He instinctively came closer to see what it was, but you quickly moved away. After a week, you went from wanting to confess to wanting to die to hide your feelings for him. 

Your week was no different from his. Until Friday, the last day of school. Your heart lightened when all the exams - and the high school years with them - were over. The day was going beautifully, and you had stopped one last time to look at your - now ex-school. The others had slowly left, it was late afternoon, and you would have to go soon too. So many memories mixed with laughter and tears, so many regrets mixed with victories and disappointments.

Lost in your thoughts, you did not notice that he reached you. You were startled when someone patted your shoulder. He had arrived in silence, and without speaking he made so much noise in your heart that it started beating wildly. You looked at him awkwardly... since the day he saw you put the love letter into his locker, you had only given each other fleeting glances.

He kept not saying a word and looked down at his uniform. The sound of the button being detached from the uniform was the first sound you had heard since his arrival. Still, in disbelief, you didn't move.  He took your hand and placed the button in it.

He smiled at you, with the faint smile of him - the one that you loved so intensely - with those hazel eyes that had drawn you, he patted your head, and without saying anything he turned to leave. Was this perhaps his way of confessing… Wait, was he confessing?

Your surprised look was replaced by a huge smile, and your heart kept beating rapidly - but not anymore only for the love tension, now even for the exhaustion of running as you chased him, demanding answers, confessions, and maybe something more...

HONG JISOO [ 홍지수 ]

Everyone knew who Hong Jisoo was. Everyone called him Joshua, and he was known as one of the nicest and kindest boys at school.  However, he was so kind that people easily took advantage of him. Starting with occasional help with English homework, solving math problems, and planning for free private lessons several times per week.

Initially, he was happy that he could help everyone and was flattered when girls came to him with long letters that showed to be a mix of a confession of love and thanks for the school's help.

However, the more he gave of himself to others, the less of himself left. Joshua was gradually wearing himself out. He was so focused on others that he had forgotten about himself.

He thought about this for the first time as he left for school, with music in his ears as he finished tying up his uniform. Just as he was about to do so, he realized it was missing again the top button. The one that was meant to be given to the girl he loved. Instead, someone stole it for him when he had left his uniform in class for PE class.

It was the third time that week, but he had gradually accepted it because he didn't know who was responsible. He kept reminding himself that school would be over in a week. He could bear with it, right? So he arrived at school, greeted everyone with his usual cheerful smile, and sat down. Resigned that he would be without a button for one more day.

Or so he thought. In his underbench was a rosy cloth tissue, with a brand-new button inside and a small note saying: Take care of yourself.

The gesture made him smile immensely and soothed his troubled soul. Who on earth could it have been? Who on earth could have noticed what had happened to him?

And as his curiosity increased, so did your beats as you watched him bask in the happiness of having found your gift for him. Indeed, you had long noticed how much he was a victim of others' exploitation. 

And once, after you had asked him who his love was - referring to the missing button - he had told you that someone had even taken the button off his uniform.

Since then you began to feel closer to that boy, who appeared perfect and cheerful from a distance. And you had decided to help him secretly and from a distance.  And you realized that was great; seeing him happy after finding the button had already brightened your day.

The day had gone by swiftly, and you had exchanged a few words with him as usual. He had been gentle as always and proudly wore the button given to him.

The daily hour of PE arrived, and for the fourth time, his button was stolen.

This time it hurt him a bit more because it was a gift; you could see a blank expression on his face, a dull grin, and a suppressed anger with clenched teeth. That day he returned home earlier than everyone.

But the next day - the last day of school - you put for the second time a button on a pink tissue for him. “I am on your side; take care of yourself!” That was the new note you'd left on his desk.

As soon as he saw it, he hurried back to the school tailor's class and sewed it tightly to his uniform with a needle and thread.

Because it was the last day of school, you were both happy with the end of the tests, and your day went well until the last hour. You did not do PE, so you stayed in class and napped on your desk. 

You did it to rest but also tried to catch the button thief in the act. It had been a few minutes since you heard the classroom door open and saw who had come. You quickly took a picture, scaring the thief away, but the robbery had already happened, and the button was missing again. Anger welled up in your veins after Joshua's button was stolen for the umpteenth time.

Without thinking about it, you pulled off the first button on your uniform, and with the sewing kit you always carried with you, you put it on his uniform. 

Just in time for when your classmates returned to class.

You knew it was a button from the girl's uniform, but you hoped that he would not pay too much attention to it. And so it seemed, for he had said nothing and had only put his uniform back on.

So high school had ended, and you were heading home free of stress and negative feelings. When you heard someone call out your name. 

You stopped and turned around; it was Joshua. He was running toward you waving his hand. "There's something I want to give you." He told you as he caught his breath after catching up with you.

"I think you know the legend of the button given to the loved one - and you nodded as your heart rate grew, was this what you thought was going on? - Here. Here it is the button as an act of my love and gratitude for your kindness, which quietly brightened my day."

With that said, he approached your face and very carefully began stitching up the missing button on your uniform with one of his own.

On a pleasant summer day, you two confessed your love with a button exchange, hand in hand, and excitement in your heart.

[websterss]

COMMON COLDS — GUILDFORD DUDLEY

REQUEST: Can I request one for Guildford Dudley x fem reader, in which they have been friends and courting for a really long time and she faints or get sicks and Guildford is really worried about her and stuff. @arianagrandes-things

WARNING(S): angsty, some fluff

WORD COUNT: 2,466

PAIRING: Guildford Dudley x Ethian!Reader

A/N: I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always welcomed! Gracie Abrams "I love you, I'm sorry" song has me sat and on a writing spree LMFAO

MASTERLIST

Guildford could not help the way his heart fluttered upon the mere sound of your joyous laughter. He felt boyishly in love with you watching you take off into a sprint through the field of flowers. Your carefree nature and optimism made him love you more and more each day.

He had let you get as far as you could before he’d begin running after you to catch you in his arms. Though you hadn’t made it very far before you stumbled to a stop.

“I don’t believe you understand our little game. Would you care for a refresher?” His smile faded as he slowly approached you. “Y/n…Are you alright-“ He barely got out before he hurried to you, preventing your head from colliding with the ground. “Y/n! Bertie!” He shouted for the servant. “Somebody help!” It was way into the evening that he realized he was practically screaming into the void. He grew startled when you morphed into your Ethian form. A golden beauty with fur, you now lay as a golden retriever in his arms. He didn’t waste a moment to bring you back to the house. He held you close, in hopes to not jostle you around too much.

He entered the manor, shouting at the top of his lungs for help. “Somebody help! Somebody! Please help!” Before he could catch the attention of any staff, he was interrupted. “What in God’s name has got you in a tizzy, Master Guildford? Oh, dear heavens?” Bertie gasps as she catches sight of your Ethian form.

A few feet from the stairs you had turned again. Your delicately soft features graced him again. “Y/n, can you hear me?” He tapped your face lightly. He was met once again with silence, and then once again you had taken your animal form. He huffed in disbelief, as he hurried to get you to your shared bedroom. "I need you to send word for Miss Lady Jane Gray. Her presence is needed here, right away!"

The journey to the bedroom seemed to have taken an eternity, though it had really been only a few minutes. You had shifted back and forth between your human form and animal form five times more before you were finally settled into the bed. Once Guildford managed to get you into the room, he closed the door behind him and gently set you on the bed. He sat on the edge of it, staring in disbelief as your snout and floppy ears lolled to the side. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, waiting for you to shift back.

“Fuck! Why aren’t you changing back?!” He barked. Without thinking, he began to pet you. His hands ran through your soft fur as he ran the pad of his thumb over your velvety black nose. “Please…” He murmured as he continued to run his hand over your body. To his slight relief, he felt you starting to shiver. The shaking in your limbs started from your paws and then up through your body. In seconds, you had changed back into your human form. You were a sweating mess and you trembled uncontrollably as you lay on top of the duvet.

Guildford’s breath hitched at the sight of you in your weakened, fragile state. “Y/n, can you hear me?” He reached out again to gently touch your shoulder. He received no reply. Your body rippled once more and you were nothing more but a dog before him. "Jane will be here soon enough. You'll be as good as new and begging me to take you on a walk in the evening again." He mustered a faint laugh before he felt his chest cave in. Soft tears trickled and spilled down his face. "I'm sure of it."

-

Jane's travels to their home had been about half a day's worth. Rupert had ensured her safe passage.

The sun had risen and set by the time Guildford had greeted Jane at your room. He didn't hesitate to make his way up to the second landing after the day reached its evening call. His paces determined to see if your state had improved throughout the afternoon.

When he reached the bedroom door, he paused for a moment in the doorway. His eyes fell on you lying motionless as the same, golden retriever. Before he could take a step into the room, he heard a soft voice say behind him, “Guildford?”

Guildford jumped and twisted around to face the soft, familiar voice. “Jane…I didn’t hear you come in.” He gave her a meek smile before he turned his attention to you. "T-Thank you for coming…Y/n, she's been-" He trailed off.

“How long has she been like this?” Jane looks at you, watching your figuration switch back and forth between your human self and dog-like self. She counted a ten-second interval. It was how long before your transformation began and ended within each shift.

“It's been an evening and a day. It has been an endless cycle of transforming from her Ethian form and herself. It's almost as...she can't control it. I'm more afraid of her stopping in her dog form and not being able to transform back...Can you help her?"

Guildford watched as Jane studied you. Her eyes darted along the length of your body, now turned fur, then your face, now turned snout, then down to your feet, now turned into paws, her eyes darting amongst you. She finally let out a huff and returned her gaze to Guildford. "Fever, trembling of the body, uncontrollable transformation…Does Y/n get ill often?"

"Never. Y/n has always had the constitution of a horse, no jesting intended. She's hardly ever been unwell. She has never been this poorly…" Guildford's face paled as realization hit him. He looks up at Jane, wary. "What of her systems? Do you believe her to be severely ill? The affliction?"

Jane gave a thoughtful look as she mulled the possibility over, then shook her head. "In short, no. Some Ethians are hardy and hard-to-off people." Her face gave a small, reassuring smile, "A fever of this magnitude, for one, cannot kill you, but this much I'm certain…Your beautiful healthy fiancé has nothing more than a mere cold…" Jane's smile widened as she shook her head.

Her comment had brought on a moment of levity, and Guildford chuckled in return. Guildford’s eyes widened in disbelief. Did he hear that correctly?

"A cold? You surely jest. All of this worry for such a common ailment?" Guildford exhaled a quiet huff of air that he hadn't been aware he'd been holding. He looked back at you, relief sprouting like roots within him. "A cold? A common cold can do this to her. Here I was afraid I was losing my wife to whatever disease plagues the country only for you to examine her and diagnose her state as a cold." A small, nervous laugh escaped him.

"Indeed." Jane chuckled to herself as she observed the look of relief and disbelief from Guildford. "Y/n is fine. I'm certain she'll wake up in a few days. The illness will pass," She tried to reassure him as she continued to watch your body change back into your canine form. "However, you, on the other hand, look like you've hardly slept a wink."

Those words struck a nerve. His lack of restful sleep through the day was a sore spot for him to say the least. Guildford ran a hand through his hair and huffed, "I'm exhausted, to say the least. I couldn't…I didn't want to leave her alone, but dawn neared, and I…She fainted in the meadow Jane. She fell in my arms, and wouldn't wake. The relief of knowing that I won't lose her, that she only has to bear a cold is solacing." Guildford glanced at you to ensure you hadn't changed before he continued. "I'll be sure to rest once you've given me proper instructions on what to do." Guildford turned his focus back to her, waiting for her instruction.

"Keep her warm, ensure that she's hydrated, and give her plenty of rest. Keep a cold wet cloth on her forehead to help with the fever. Ask Bertie to make her a broth, to add mint. I think I may have some herbs that will help with a cough though she doesn't appear to have one at the moment, but if she does then give her these. One contains Sage and the other Mullein, best if taken as a tea. Her transformations are within 10-second intervals, if I'm certain, they'll slow down. For now, she'll transform multiple times in a day from what I've observed, but I would keep an eye on her." Jane smiled at him softly, "Send for me if something else occurs. I'll be here as soon as I can." She places her hand on his shoulder.

Guildford could tell Jane's reassurances were well-intended, but he felt himself wanting more. He didn't know if he was being over-worried or not. "You're absolutely sure that there's nothing else? She'll be absolutely fine?" He gave her a look that begged for further assurance.

"She's strong and healthy as a horse. I'm certain she will pull through this."

Guildford chuckled at her words, hoping that his worries would be unfounded. "You're quite right about that." He turned to look at you in your canine form again. "Thank you, Jane." He mumbled quietly.

"I'd do anything for you and Y/n. You know of this as I know that she is your reason to live. She's my best friend, but she's your world. I'd hate for her to be taken from you...from me."

Guildford was touched by her words and felt himself almost break down again. He'd been in pieces for the past few hours. Jane was right; you were his world. Everything about you was the very air that he breathed. He'd fall apart if you were dead, or worse, taken.

He looked over to Jane not denying her truth, giving her a shaky nod and faint smile. She tilted her head before rushing over and letting him lean into her embrace as he sat in the chair. It wasn't long before his body shook with uncontrollable tears.

She hadn't meant to cut off his needed crying, but she was brought back to what he said early. "Wait, you said wife."

"What?" He wiped at his eyes, bewildered as she shoved at his shoulders.

"You said, wife!"

"Yes, I said wife. Because she is my wife," Guildford sputtered out. He was still very upset and slightly confused by her interrogation of his wording.

"You married without me there to bear witness, you bastards!" She gasped at him. "When did this occur?"

Guildford felt his heart begin to beat with anxiety because of Jane's tone, and her question alone. He came to a small realization.

You didn't tell her shit.

"Oh fuck, she never told you? I-It was a simple, private affair! Small ceremony. She did not want to wait."

"Could have waited for me!"

"She didn't want to! We-I...We just couldn't be apart from one another a second longer than we had to!" The panic in him was slowly dwindling into annoyance. "Y/n was impatient, she wanted out of her mother's house as soon as the chance allowed for it. You know how infuriating that woman is, gods I would want out of that house too-" He began pacing. "-And I could not bear another moment not being her husband. So we got married, we are married!" His voice began to grow louder as his face flushed. "She is my wife, I am her husband. Husband." He held up his left hand to display his ring. Then he went to grab your wrist lifting it in the air for Jane to see your beautiful golden band. In the midst, your hand transformed into a paw. "Wife- Oh!" He placed your arm down gently. "We did not think about the ramifications! We only thought of each other! So forgive me Lady Jane if you were not in attendance to bear witness to our unity as man and wife!" Guildford exhaled, taking a few moments to calm himself. He ran his hands through his hair.

"Was she beautiful?" She pouted. "Tell me everything. I want to know. Was her dress perfect?"

Guildford paused his pacing as a smile broke out over his face.

"Oh, gods. Beautiful hardly describes the way she looked. It was as though…the angels of heaven descended from their clouds and wrapped her in the finest silks and satins, and jewels. She was immaculate." Guildford looked over at you as you transformed back to yourself. The memory of you in your wedding dress flashed before his eyes and a wide smile spread across his face. The image of you walking down the aisle was still his most prized memory. He'd always said that you glowed like the sun itself, the only sun he could love. "Gods, she was breathtaking. I bedded her the moment we arr-"

"Ah, no! She doesn't tell me everything for good reason!" Jane shivered, covering her ears. "Shameless!" She shook her head at him.

Guildford chuckled at her disgust. "It was our wedding night," He held up his hands in defense. "What is a man to do after marrying the love of his life?" His cheeks flushed as he remembered the memorable evening. He looked up to find Jane feigning a gag. "Oh, don't be so prudish! She's my wife! It would have been a sin to not have bedded her!" He gave her a look of mock offense, but he was amused by her. "And besides, you didn't have to know." A wicked little smile pulled at his mouth. "Now you will never be able to un-know. You can never un-know that I bedded my wife on our wedding night." He said the words in a sing-song voice that drove Jane up a wall.

"You're insufferable, Guildford Dudley!" She huffed at him, throwing up her delicate arms.

"And yet...you adore me for it all the same," He said, flashing her a signature Dudley smirk. "You're acting as though I broke some code of womanly etiquette. You asked for the details and I gave you the answers! No, I gave you the truth! A wife should be loved and ravished by her husband…frontward and backward." He tried to make a serious face but his growing smile betrayed him. He flinched away from Jane's bewildered look, her hands shooting out to smack him silly.

"Animal!" She gasped.

"I am...I was." He smirked at her. "With her. You may leave now, thank you for your help." He sighed pushing her out of the bedroom. Winking at her a farewell before shutting the doors in her face. "Goodnight."

"Bastard!"

[talaok]

I love your writing bestiee ok so you're dating Pedro, but you're not famous, there's an age gap between you, many people support you and think you're super cute, others make mean and nasty comments, one night you get insomnia (Pedro is sleeping) and decides to look at social media, and some disgusting comments about you and Pedro appear, you start to cry because you don't believe it and don't accept people talking about him in such a nasty way, but while you try to make as little noise as possible while you're crying, it's inevitable, Pedro wakes up and comes to you....

Pairing: Pedro pascal x reader

a/n: thank you bestie💖

One of the few times he was able to sleep, it was you who couldn't.

The curtains filtred the shallow lights of the streetlamps and cars from outside, but a flash of them still penetrated the room every few moments, each time distancing you from sleep an inch further, until inevitably, you were wide awake at three in the morning.

Pedro's left arm was wrapped around you, holding you close even in his sleep, his breath was fanning over your neck as his face hid in the crook of it. Your bodies had melted into one, holding onto each other even when not conscious, because that's how you liked it, because that's how much you loved each other.

And you did, god if you did, no matter what people said, thought, or wrote all over the internet, that's all that counted, the love 

as Pedro always put it: "As long as I'm with you, nothing else matters"

But today, today as you made the grave mistake of picking up your phone, of unplugging it from the outlet, of opening Instagram... today, in the cold of the night, out of reach from Pedro's sweet words, from his warm embrace... today what people said was hitting harder than usual.

You had slipped out of your boyfriend's grasp to walk to the living room, and god did you regret it as you now sat on the couch, tears streaking down your cheeks, while you tried muffling your own sobs with the palm of your hand.

you tried recalling what Pedro usually said, you tried mustering even a glimpse of the optimism, the tranquility that defined him, that made every negative comment about him, or you, not bother him in the slightest, but all your brain was able to do was re-read all those awful, awful comments out loud without giving you a chance to stop it, making it all worse... so much worse.

Because they weren't only insulting, it wasn't the usual "slut" or "whore" or "gold digger", no, no there were also comments that made fun of him, that called you both "pathetic" or even "disgusting"

What's disgusting about loving someone? In wanting to spend the rest of your life with them?

Why, just because of a few years of difference, did people feel the need to go and make assumptions, why's that?

And as the tears multiplied, as the sobs climbed faster up your throat, you didn't notice the steps coming from the bedroom until-

"Sweetheart?", a voice startled you from behind, freezing you in your spot, as Pedro inevitably rounded the couch to take a better look at you.

The moment your eyes met, the moment he saw the frown on your forehead, the glimmer in your red eyes, your wet cheeks, he was next to you, holding your hand, holding you in any way he could.

"what happened?"

And when you didn't answer, when you could only sniffle as you hid your face in his chest, sobbing and drenching his shirt, only then, did he see your phone, the app it was opened onto... all the dirty words staining your screen.

"baby" he cooed, petting your hair, begging you to look up at him "you can't let them get to you" he murmured "Who cares what they think, we know the truth, that's all that matters"

"I-I know-" your trembling voice made its way to him as you slowly raised your head "I just- it's just-"

that's all you could stutter before you were bawling again, holding onto him for dear life as he stroked your back and gently kissed the crown of your head.

"oh sugar" he cooed, "It's all alright, everything is fine" he whispered "'m here, I'm not going anywhere"

It took a long time for your breathing to even enough for you to find his eyes again.

"sweetheart you're the most amazing woman to ever exist, whatever it is they said, I promise you, they're just jealous"

"n-no it's not what they said about me" you shook your head, wiping away a leftover tear "It's what they said about us"

His eyes closed for a moment as he sighed 

"let them say what they want baby, who cares?" he forced a smile to try and cheer you up "Sweetheart, I'm the happiest I've ever been in my entire life" he promised "I love you more than anything on this earth"

"me too" you were quick to reply

"yeah, see? then let them say whatever they want sweetheart, because what matters is that I have you." he murmured "that I'm lucky enough to be with you. and it doesn't matter what they say, because as long as I have you, nothing else matters, the world could collapse and you, baby, would still be the only thing on my mind"

"Pedro..." your lips trembled as your eyes wet again, for a whole different reason this time

"I'm serious" he promised, taking your hands in his "I love you, sweetheart, and as long as I'm with you, nothing else matters"

And as always, he had made it all better

"you're right"

"I know I am" he smiled, stroking your cheek "Now c'mere, let's get back to bed"

[mackandcheezy]

Don't Blame Me (Coriolanus Snow x Reader)

​​A/N: I have yet to see ABAOSAS so simply this is for the vibes, major plot changes from the book/ movie so dont mind that, simply I saw a hot morally grey man and decided I can fix him so this is for all the girlies with a toolbelt ;) 

His eyes had been glued to the screen for what felt like hours. The little specs of graininess following his vision everytime he blinked. Coriolanus Snow did not falter for anyone-- that was until he met you. Something about your blind optimism reminded him of a child, and god how he hated children, but somehow on you it was like a drug he couldn’t get enough of. It made something warm start in his chest, and little fires erupt in every nerve. It was nothing like he had ever felt before, he hated it, and yet he couldn’t get enough. And now he was going to watch the only thing that made him feel that way slip between his fingers like nothing more than a single snowflake. At some point the snow had to melt and here he was watching it live. 

He kept replaying that last conversation over and over. “I’m going to survive, there is no if,” he remembered how you brushed your fingers across his cheek through the rusty bars of the zoo. If he closed his eyes and thought about it hard enough he could feel the warmth of your fingers against his face again. He refused to remember the single tear and question that had prompted that response. This could not be a one time thing. He just got you and there was no letting you go now. Love is a drug and he was nothing but an addict. 

Coryo was jolted to reality when he noticed another tribute sneaking up behind you. He couldn’t remember his name. There was no point, the only one that mattered was the victor and that was you. It had to be you. 

Staring into the depths of your form he begged you to wake. The bile was already crawling up his throat burning a trail in its wake. Stomach clenched he closed his eyes as he heard what could only be described as a battle cry leave the murderer’s mouth. 

Three seconds. He was allowing himself three seconds of grief before he had to move on. To survive. Snow falls on top and he faltered for you but now it was over and he had to go on. 

That was until he opened his eyes to your form. You were standing over the tribute, eyes wide as the saucers that Grandma’am used to take tea in. A bloody knife dripped blood down your pale dress leaving you in a haunting shade of wet red down your right side. He didn’t remember you having that, deciding you must have fought the tribute for it, you always were good at getting what you wanted, especially from him. You took his every waking thought like it was nothing so what was a knife? 

“I killed him. He’s dead. I killed him..” Coryo could do nothing but watch as you spiraled within the tunnel. He wanted nothing more than to hold you and tell you that this was nothing more than a bad dream. Though part of him knew that in a way the person who brushed his cheek was gone. 

He quickly fixed the look of concern dawning his face, remembering how you had told him once that his “human was showing.” That single thought gracing the smallest of smiles on his lips. 

In a twisted way seeing you covered in a thick sheet of red brought him comfort. A small part of him knew that was wrong. Knew that his comfort came at the cost of a human life. But none of them deserved to live as much as you did. Now he knew you could do it, knew you had what it took to win, with the added bonus of having a weapon. He had not felt so much joy since hearing of the opportunity to go to University. You were the key to his new life, and it started now. 

He remembered thinking you were weak when he offered you the posion and you declined citing that “cheaters never win.” Coriolanus felt the entire essence of his personality crumble when those words left your perfectly pink lips. It set something inside of him aflame. You made him almost want to be a good person, almost, because if anything happened to you he would do whatever it took no matter the cost. He was ready to put his own future at risk for the assurance of knowing that you would live to see tomorrow's sunrise. Because you deserved a tomorrow more than he ever did. 

The games were coming to a close. Only a few tributes left and he watched intently as you moved around the arena. Even caked in blood, dirt, and who knows what else, he had never seen a figure more beautiful. 

He couldn’t help but allow himself to think of you adorned in the luxuries of the capitol. An egregious dress adorning your shoulders and your hair in some unnatural twist. Somehow it never looked as good as you did right now. Raw and natural, locks framing your face in small clumps. You were going to get out of this and he was going to get you out of those crummy districts. You deserved more than any of those pathetic traitors, and he was going to get you that. One way or another. 

[kingofpopmj]

you could do a story with Michael Jackson where he is married to Y/N just to please the media and he doesn't really love her that much. However, he respects her even though he gives her a few arrows with nasty words, making her disappointed. Also, if possible, at some point in the bedroom while Y/N is sleeping, Michael appears slightly nervous and when he sees her, he starts kissing her because he misses her touches.... and... maybe a passionate ending smut????please…. thank u😩😙💓

~This is my first smut imagine, so don’t be too hard on me.🙈 I hope you enjoy it! Michael is spicy in this one so read at your own risk. Thank you to the hunni that requested this!

I'll Change The Rules For You

*Michael’s POV*

The heaviness in my heart grew unbearable as I unlocked the front door. The shine of my wedding ring ever so bright as I slowly pushed the door open. I quietly entered the house. It was spotless. The house filled with the smell of a homemade meal. My favorite meal. The distant sound of Y/N humming made me feel everything and nothing all at once. She was- she’s fine. I’m fine. We’re fine.

I stood in the doorway unable to shut the door behind me just yet. I wanted to be home. It’s just home doesn’t feel much like home lately. I let out a deep sigh before closing the door. There’s no running. I can’t run away. Making my way to the kitchen with small steps I’m greeted with Y/N’s backside. She was bent over putting something in the oven. A normal husband would happily announce his arrival or greet his wife with a kiss, but me- I have no idea what to do.

“Oh my goodness!” Y/N jumped when she finally turned around. “You scared me.”

“I do live here.” I scoffed.

“Of course you live here. I just wasn’t sure what time you’d be home.” She smiled hopefully. “I’m happy to see you.” She moved towards me wrapping her arms around me. When I didn’t reciprocate the gesture her arms fell to her sides. The look of defeat plastered across her face.

“I’m gonna go take care of some things.”

“Wait.” She gently held my arm stopping my abrupt exit. “I made dinner. I thought we could eat together. Maybe have a movie night?” Again, she smiled. It was full of love and optimism. I couldn’t stand the feeling in my chest, but still I held my ground.

“I’ll pass.”

“I don’t understand why you’re being this way.” It came out as a whisper, but I heard it. I heard her sadness. I felt her despair.

“You don’t understand a lot.” I snapped.

“We used to be friends.” She looked up at me with watery eyes and in that moment I hated myself.

“We are what we are. That’s it.”

“What are we?”

“We are legally bound to one another.” I said with a shrug. I didn’t look at her. I couldn’t.

“You make it sound so-“

“I make it sound like what it is!” Y/N jumped back at my sudden outburst. She looked terrified- terrified of me.

“Why do you have to be so mean?” Her voice laced with pain. “You asked me to do this for you and I did because you promised me nothing would change.”

“I’m not being mean! It’s not my fault you’re a dimwit that can’t understand simple concepts! You keep acting like this perfect little housewife. It’s too much! You are too much! We did this to get the world off my back, yet somehow you’ve managed to screw that up! It’s exhausting being your husband- your fake husband!”

“I gave up my whole life because my friend asked me- no begged me to help him. I couldn’t be anything else but Michael Jackson’s wife. You knew that. I had to abandon my family, my friends, my job. Everything. I know this isn’t real, I know we aren’t real, but I still thought you were worth it. I tried to make this strange situation as comfortable as possible, but you are determined to hurt me. To break me.”

“Y/N-” I stopped when she put her hand up shaking her head slowly. She untied the apron from around her waist placing it on the counter.

“Dinner is on the table. I made the cake you like. It’s in the oven- just take it out when the timer goes off.” She spoke softly before leaving the kitchen forcing me to watch her walk away- walk away from me. It seemed inevitable.

She doesn’t deserve this.

I don’t deserve her.

I took my seat at the table unable to eat anything. After how I treated Y/N, I deserved the loss of appetite and more. I stared at the spread in front of me, which only made me feel worse. She did so much for me. She does so much for me. The kitchen timer went off reminding me of the cake in the oven. I walked over to take it out. She really did all of this for me. She’s the best person in my life. The only one I can truly trust and I’m going to lose her.

Two hours have gone by since Y/N left. I knew she fell apart after how I spoke to her. She felt safe in our bedroom, so I knew that were she was. I desperately wanted to see her- hold her- be with her. I knew the shame would become insufferable the moment I looked into her eyes. Even with that understanding, I couldn’t stay away from her. The effect she has on me is something I don’t think I’ll ever fully comprehend.

Another forty-five minutes went by before I mustered up the courage to leave the kitchen. I found myself struggling to proceed when I reached the bottom of the staircase. I need to make this right. I need to fix this. I need Y/N.

As I reached to top of the staircase I see the bedroom door is closed, but as I twisted the knob I was thankful it wasn’t locked. My eyes scanned the room unable to find Y/N. The bed was made without a crease in sight. The only source of light illuminating from the bathroom. I rushed over hoping to find her braiding her hair in front of the mirror or massaging her face with that lotion she loved so much. It smelled like peonies, her favorite flower. The more time that passed without any trace of Y/N the more empty I felt. I was starting to feel worried, but mostly confused.

The closet was the last place to check. Nothing could prepare me for how broken I’d feel once I pushed that door open. The hangers were empty on Y/N’s side of the closet. Her suitcases littered the floor half full of her belongings. She was curled up into a ball on the tiny couch I got her for our first anniversary. It’s from France. She fell in love with the soft velvet fabric and I knew I had to surprise her with it. I still remember the smile on her face. She was so touched. She was so happy. Ironic, how easily- how quickly I tarnished that happiness. When I realized she was asleep I moved closer. Her tear stained cheeks broke my heart further. The pain in my chest growing by the second.

“I’m so sorry.” I whispered kneeling down to leave a gentle kiss on her forehead. Unable to take my eyes off of her I gently took her hand in mine- her left hand. I admired the ring on her finger remembering the proposal, the smile on her face, the joy that filled my heart and the love between us. “I’m so sorry.” I whispered again leaving kisses on her hand.

“Y/N?” I said softly trying to wake her up without scaring her. Her eyes remained shut as she instinctively snuggled into my hand that rested against her cheek. I couldn’t help myself. I cupped her face in my hands as I left tender kisses all over face.

“Michael?” Y/N sat up looking at me bewildered.

“I’m so sorry.” She avoided looking into my eyes. “Please don’t leave me. I’m so sorry.”

“You act like you hate me.” She murmured staring down at our entangled hands.

“I don’t.” I began kissing her hand slowly traveling up her arm, shoulder and neck.

“Michael.” Y/N pulled away finally meeting my eyes. “You can’t bombard me with kisses and think that erases all the bad.”

“I know. I know. Y/N, I love you.”

“You can’t just say that and not mean it or act like it.”

“When I asked you to marry me as a favor I didn’t necessarily think it through.”

“What do you mean?”

“We loved each other as friends. I thought it would stay that way. It didn’t. Not for me. You promised me five years of marriage. On our third anniversary, I asked you for an extra five more and you obliged. You agreed to ten whole years as my wife.”

“I knew it would help you, so of course I said yes.”

“We’re just about to hit the five year mark and the thought of eventually having to let you go terrifies me. I asked for five more years because I don’t want to be without you.” I leaned in before she could respond and kissed her. I kissed her like I meant it. I kissed her like how I’ve been desperately wanting to for so long. Desperately, I pulled her to sit on top of me guiding her hips as I brought her down to my lap.

“What about the rules? No sex.”

“Those were impossible rules to follow. An idiot created those rules.” I say brushing her hair behind her shoulder and sinking my face into her neck. Her perfume filled my nostrils and I mentally kicked myself for denying myself of this pleasure sooner.

“Calling yourself an idiot there rule maker?” She questioned rolling her eyes and giggling. Oh, that sound. I love that sound.

“I think I deserve it, don’t you?” She shrugged in response. I pulled her closer, so close her body moulded to mine. “You’re my wife. I want to do this the right way. I want to do it all with you. I want this to be real.”

“Real?”

“I don’t want to push you away anymore. I want to bury myself in you.” I whispered in her ear as she took a deep breath. “Let me bury myself inside of you.” I purred against her sweet lips. My hands slowly traveled from her hips to her waist taking in every curve. I dragged my fingers just below her breasts to unbutton her shirt. I slid it down her arms leaving trails of goosebumps on her skin. I knew by the uneven rise and fall of her beautiful chest she wanted me just as badly.

“Please.” She said breathlessly tearing my shirt off and throwing it across the room.

Y/N’s head fell back as I kissed her neck, sucking down on the sensitive skin. Her fingers laced in between the strands of my hair as she kept me close. She rolled her hips against mine painfully slow as she met my gaze. The look in her eyes was more than enough to send me over the edge. She continued and I was could feel myself lose control. Y/N stopped without warning sensing my predicament. I held her hips with such force I’m certain she’d be covered with bruises. I want her. I need her to move- to move faster, but she refused to give me what I wanted. She was going to make me beg- and I would- I will. A seductive smirk covered her face. She enjoyed teasing me.

“I need you.” I panted trying to compose myself.

“I know.” She whispered in my ear unaware of just how much I worshipped her. She left wet kisses down my neck and chest as she pushed me until my back met the rug. I gawked at her unable to form any words. Unable to do anything but follow her every move.

She made me so weak.

I watched as she unzipped my pants sliding them down my legs.

She looked deep into my eyes as she removed my boxers.

I was so lost in her eyes that being completely naked in front of her didn’t register. The only thing on my mind was her.

The immense feeling of emptiness took over me as Y/N stood letting her panties fall to the ground.

I extended my arms folding them behind my head as I admired the view. She smiled bashfully before returning to her place- on top of me. Oh how I loved this view.

I reached out touching her anywhere-everywhere. I never thought anything would feel so good. Look so good. Taste so good.

Y/N let out a shaky breath, holding onto my shoulders lowering herself onto me.

I could feel everything.

I love the way she feels. I never want to go without her again. I’m hooked.

Her warmth tightened around me as she took me in deeper. Her eyes squeezed shut adjusting to me. The sound of my name falling from her lips only fueled my neediness.

My eyes rolling back at the sensation of her. I’ve missed out on this for too long. I glanced down at our connected bodies before quickly flipping us over. I settled in between her legs. I needed to be on top of her. I needed more. My hand traveled up her outer thighs and I took the opportunity to wrap her legs around me.

“You feel so- so good.” I lowered myself to meet her lips once again as I began to thrust into her. She interlocked her ankles behind my back pulling me in deeper each time.

“Faster!” Her voice was full of lust and it drove me wild. “Michael! Please!”

“Y/N!”

The room filled with the overwhelming sound of us satisfying one another. She brought something out in me I couldn’t explain. I licked and sucked on every part of her glorious body. Each moment better than the last.

She kissed me like I’ve never been kissed before. Her lips so soft. Her tongue so sweet. Kissing her came natural to me. Kissing her made me feel alive. Kissing her was like breathing. I needed it to live. I needed her to live.

“I’m going to-“ I felt myself release inside of her. The sting of Y/N’s fingernails dragging down the length of my back adding to my pleasure. We were both panting, but insistent on staying connected. Insistent on burying myself inside of her over and over again.

“Please!” Her lustful cries echoed off the walls as she clenched around me. Watching her come undone made me want to do this- do her all night- every night.

“Michael!” I collapsed on top of her resting my head on her voluminous chest.

“I love you.”

“I love you.” She began laughing uncontrollably. I looked up at her seeing a genuine smile gracing her face.

“What is it?”

“I can’t believe we just did that.” She sheepishly covered her face and I immediately pulled her hands into mine. Forcing her to look at me.

“I wish we had done it sooner.” I smiled kissing her deeply.

“The floor was fun.. Can we maybe try a couch or a mattress next time?”

“Next time?” I moved sliding my arms under her neck and legs lifting her up and walking out of the closet into our bedroom. I laid her on the bed gently spreading her legs with the tips of my fingers. “Who said I was done with you?” I chuckled leaning down kissing her inner thighs.

“Michael! Oh my-”

“Relax, I’ve got you baby.”

[miimo96]

This might be a Hot take but Tbh, I feel like when it comes down to the ULTIMATE 3 of Sonic, Silver is the one that is the least interesting, at least to me, like I feel like the thing that really doesn't get me about Silver as much, is his lack of a PRIME Personality, like between him, Sonic, and Shadow, he is the ONLY I find the least interesting, Because they don't know how exactly to write him or make him more interesting than the many others other than by making him from the future, like if sonic is hot headed and radical, and Shadow is edgy and mysterious, then what exactly makes Silver stand out or unique? Like I feel like if it were me, when it comes down to Silver I would probably write him in away similar to Mob psycho, a character that isn't as threatening or dangerous at 1st glance and maybe is even a little shy and timid, but starts to POP OFF once you either mess with his friends and timeline or just tick him off enough, and then will beat you to an absolute bloody pulp.

I've seen alot of the comics and recent games try to give him an awkward, geeky and naive type of personality but to me it just doesn't work because Silver's main inspiration for his character, was Trunks from DBZ funny enough, and I can totally see it with him being from the future and all but the thing is, Silver is a product of the early 2000s, so what exact type of personality would fit with that kind of era, if Sonic is based of 90's radicalness and Shadow is the late edginess? Well tbh I don't exactly know and that's the problem,

The best I can describe him is Strong willed, Desperate and Determined, (which is perfect considering how Sega compared him to F*CKING Green lantern) he's character who wants nothing more than a peaceful future and is willing to listen to ANYONE to achieve that, he's conflicted when he finds out that Sonic is the quote unquote Ebilis trigger and doesn't know whether or not to kill him, he blindly follows mephiles' orders and doesn't think twice when he's offered up a good future, he doesn't WANT to hurt people it's just part of the job, he BEGS blaze not sacrifice herself and fuse with mephiles and even tries to do it himself, he's a freedom fighter of the future TRYING to just fix everything, he has this childlike wonder when he sees how beautiful the world is and begins to imagine that for himself,

he's the Sonic of the future, a representation of his heroism exceeding time only thing is that THIS HERO, actually LOST the battle and is trying everything he can to bring it back, he isn't some relentless pursuer or edgy character whining about his past, he's a person who just wants a peaceful world where everyone and EVERYTHING isn't on fire or destroyed, he's a strong wielded character who is willing to stop at nothing to achieve his desire, yet questions his morality once he's met with a difficult decision that leaves him conflicted I.E. killing Sonic or trying to seal iblis within elise because he BELIEVED it was the only way yet didn't go through with it in the end.

He's not just some naive goober or silly little cinnamon roll like people have characterized recently, he's a very serious character who comes from a very Dark timeline, however unlike his counterpart Shadow, he didn't try to lash out at the world or get revenge for his situation, instead he tries to fix it and in terms SAVE people, he's a hero through and through, although a little misguided yet still compassionate, he doesn't faulter in the face of fear or despair instead tries to find another way around it, sure his optimism MAY lead to him getting tunnel vision and whatnot but his heart is always in the right place, he's the embodiment of LIGHT hence why both his super and regular forms, are the BRIGHTEST in the series, he's ment to stand out and be that hope or light in the darkness, he's a good character I just WISH he had more attention and saw THIS version of him more rather than the goofy, awkward, naive goober that we've gotten, this one feels like something out of a damn anime or fantasy game like cloud or link from final fantasy and zelda, it's a great contrast from Sonic heroism being more or les similar to characters like Goku or luffy, characters who are heroes in the sense of helping out friends and are just mainly doing it for the love of the thrill, whereas Silver is truly just the pure hearted hero in the end.

I hope to see him actually get a chance to shine one day and be characterized better a bit more, because despite what I've just said, he really is cool and I absolutely love his inspiration and concept for his character, maybe the movie's might do him justice like adapting a perfect version of his story from Sonic 06 but in a MUCH better way than he was handled, but who knows. Anyway those are just my thoughts, but what do you think, do ya agree, do ya like Silver, do ya think he deserves a bit more love and attention, or are you just happy with the way he is portrayed right now and I'm just a complete tool? Let me know

[valkierrie]

𝙿𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜

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Warning(s): Swearing.

Plot: After the purchase of a new polaroid, Damon and Y/N can't get enough of snapping pictures of one another.

Word count: 1.2K

A/N: Hope the person that requested this enjoys it.

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It was meant to be a minor purchase.  

Damon had begged me to stop at a small store, he wasn’t looking for anything in particular, just wanted a look around. I wasn’t in the mood, but how could I say no when Damon’s blue eyes gave way for that look, the one he gave me whenever he wanted something, the kind a child gave their parent when they wanted sweets or a new toy.  

The store was small and barely lit. It was cramped, looked quite run-down, like a place that hadn’t been cared for, for years. A small black polaroid caught Damon’s eyes at once, I could tell by the way they lit up. It was such a small thing, the colour was slowly getting lighter, and it looked a bit worn out, like it was definitely used. I couldn’t possibly understand what he saw in it, but I wasn’t too surprised. Damon had a knack for seeing things in the unusual. Whatever those ‘things’ may be. 

“Just this, please.” Damon flashed a charming smile at the cashier, a short woman who clearly hadn’t been having the best of days. 

She rang us up, the small thing didn’t cost much, just a few quids. Damon held the camera in his hand as we left the store. There was a boyish grin on his face, the type that made it almost fucking impossible not to smile back. It hadn’t even been a minute after we stepped out when Damon was ready to put his new toy to use. He moved the polaroid up to eye level, jogging backwards. The lens were pointed towards me. 

“Move a bit left...” Damon gestured, flapping his hands side-to-side towards his left. “No, your other left .” His gestures were as confusing as his directions were vague. He waved his hands excitedly, like orchestral conductor. 

“Not now, Damon,” I shivered, my voice waivered slightly under the dropped temperature. The parka and beanie I wore did extraordinarily little to keep out the cold. 

Damon moved the camera down a bit, a small frown on his face. He stuck out his rosy lower lip. “C’mon, love, just one picture.” He pleaded, his Essex accent being exaggerated and stretched out for optimal effect. “It’ll be quick.” 

With a sigh, and an eye roll, I complied. Damon pout morphed into a victorious grin. 

“Move near that tree over there.” Damon pointed towards a small isolated leafless tree towards the end of the sidewalk, opposite from the road.  

I moved towards it. Damon followed, still staying a few feet behind. I crossed my arms, letting my upper body lean towards the tree. 

Damon moved the polaroid back to eye level. “Give us a smile, then.” 

I gave him a tight-lipped one, to which he responded with a chuckle. “That works too.” 

With a click, the camera flashed, a small photo slid out of the slot. Damon shook the developing film. A fond smile played at his lips as he stared at the photo. 

“Oi, don’t hog it, let me see.” I moved towards Damon, standing beside him to take a look at the picture. I had to admit, it looked nice. 

That was only the beginning of Damon’s stint with the polaroid. After that day, Damon had been attached to the hip with that camera. Our small, shared flat became the setting of a photoshoot, minus all the carefully elaborate settings. The only settings Damon’s photos had, were those of a messy living room with Damon’s socks strewn all over as well as a kitchen with that was always full of dishes.  

Strangely, one morning, Damon was still in bed. It was half past nine, usually he was the one waking me up, with a soft shake or a jolt—it was a 50-50 chance. 

I sat in the living room, tinkering about with the small device, trying to figure why it had captured my boyfriend’s attention. In the process, I had accidentally captured some unflattering photos of myself. I placed the developed film to the side, hoping the throw them out later without Damon knowing that I had wasted them. It took only a few minutes for me to get the hand of it. I smiled as I brought the camera to eye level, snapping shots of random things in the home. The small vase beside the window, the old television, or some shoes. I had to admit, it was fun. I went into the kitchen and took pictures of the cupboards and food left haphazardly on the counters.  

I was about to take another one, but the sound of a door opening and closing interrupted me. Had to be Damon.  

Sure enough, he emerged from the bedroom, in his light blue boxer briefs, it was cute, it went with his eyes. His light hair stuck out in all directions; his expression a tired one as scratched the small hair on his stomach. He exuded a loud yawn from his mouth, making no effort to cover it. 

“Mornin’, babe.” I greeted, an amused smile playing at my lips as I drank his visual in. 

Damon muttered something I assumed was meant to be some form of a greeting, but it was too laced with fatigue for one to be able to tell. It took a short stride for him to enter the kitchen, he placed a lazy kiss on my forehead before reaching high in the cupboard for a cup.  

“Why are you up so early?” 

“It’s not early, Damon, it’s almost ten.” 

“Same thing.” He grumbled. 

He placed the kettle on the stove and leaned against the granite countertop, tea cup still in hand. He looked beautiful, majestic even. It was done so effortlessly. I couldn’t comprehend it, even in his messiest state, he looked gorgeous. The way the light that poured in from the blinds illuminated his figure, it made him look angelic.  

I couldn’t help myself. I lifted the camera up to eye level. Damon’s brows furrowed, confusion overtaking his tired expression. 

With a click, the camera shuttered, it’s flash going off. The film slipped out of the slot. I shook it until it developed.  

“You takin’ photos now?” Damon teased. 

“I had a good shot.” I shrugged. 

Damon shook his head, placing the cup on the counter. Having nothing left to do in the kitchen, I wandered back to the living room, Damon trailing close behind. I settled on the sofa, he followed after, wrapping his arms around my waist, while his chin rested on the crook of my shoulder. His touch sent small, gentle warmth spreading through me, settling in my chest. I loved moments like these. They were rare with our busy schedules, but when they happened, they were truly moments I was grateful for. Smiling down at him, I picked up the camera. I wasn’t sure how I was going to capture this moment, but it was worth a try. I turned the lens towards us, with another click, the camera’s flash went off, making me blink rapidly. I shook the film, watching as the photo slowly developed. It was blurred, moreover, Damon and I were barely in the frame. It was expected. Damon chuckled when I showed him the photo.  

“In the future, you reckon they’d make it easier to take photos like these?” Damon pondered, examining the photo. 

I shrugged, “Who knows,” I placed the camera down on the coffee table. I adjusted my position, pulling Damon closer, putting my arms around him, “and who cares.” 

Damon pulled my face down, our lips meeting with a romantic and soft touch. When our lips touched, I was reminded just how much the soft, quiet moments meant to me. 

“I love you, Damon.” 

“I love you too.” 

[yestrday]

hii!!

dk if you write for alhaitham (if not diluc is okay), but for the humiliation prompts, can we please see him beg? thank you!!

ANOTHER BEG PROMPT.... there was so many but all yall wanna see is them begging... whats up guys... whatsup... also, this is way more tame and fluffy than the others hehe. surprise surprise!

part of an ongoing event!

╰┈➤ ALHAITHAM admonishing instruction.

"... you know i'm your senior, right? you ought to have more respect for me."

your junior tears his gaze away from his book and regards you for a second.... before returning back to reading. you can feel your eye twitch at his blatant disrespect. stupid haitham and his stupid handsome face! you would've hated him sooner if it wasn't for those archon-sculpted features, but instead you find yourself at an impasse between wanting to clock him and kissing him.

"haitham, please!" you yell impatiently. "we need to get this paper done today! i don't have any other time this week!"

"just do what you can do right now and i'll finish it up later," haitham cooly says. "it won't be optimal if i write with you and you nitpick at every detail."

"i know damn well you'll just rewrite everything if you do that," you huff. "come on, haitham. just cooperate with me this once! exactly what could be so interesting about that book to have you this invested?"

if he were any older, haitham might have deflected the question like it was second nature. but this haitham was just little into his late teens, more inexperienced in dealing with others, and more awkward than he'd like to admit. you eye him interestedly when he freezes up and the knuckles on his book tense. "nothing," he says, too stiffly for persuasion. "none of your concern."

... time to strike.

a wolfish grin makes its way on your face. "you know, when people say that something's 'nothing,' then it's probably worth reading." you lean on the table with your hands cupping your face, eyes watching his whole body stiffen under your gaze. "what's this 'nothing,' eh, sweet junior of mine?"

he averts his eyes from you, and your eyes sparkle at this newfound weakness. before he can even have a chance to react, you swiftly pluck the book out of his hands and open to the page he's been staring so hard at.

... i'm having a difficult time focusing whenever i'm near my senior. they're intelligent, but they're terribly irritating, and their voice is grating on my ears. recently, we've been paired for a paper, and it's hard to concentrate whenever they're breathing down my neck about some nuisance or another. i'm above such base perversion... or i'd like to think so. but these nights i can't sleep without—

"e-enough!" haitham hissed, reaching for the book before you hide it between your thighs. his hand stutters and retreats before he touches such an... inappropriate place, and you send him another shit-eating grin. "[y. name], this is highly disrespectful—!"

"oh?" you raise a brow at him, leaning on the table as you rest your cheek on your fist. "so now you want to talk about respect. especially when you were the one writing such filthy things about me in your little diary." you squish the leather-bound thing between your things, and haitham gulps when he glances nervously at it. "maybe if you beg me, i'll give it back to you, hm?"

he turns scarlet, in anger or in embarrassment you don't know, but it's an interesting color on him. you watch eagerly as his mouth gawps open, lips forming words he can't bring himself to vocalize. after a brief internal struggle, he seems resigned. "[y. name], please, just give me—"

you lean back in dissatisfaction. "[y. name]?" you echo incredulously.

he swallows— both spit and pride— and clenches his fists in his lap. "senior... p-please... give it back..."

you cock your head teasingly. "hm? give what back?"

"the- the diary. please." he forces himself to meet your gaze, and for once you don't see the haughty star student but a bashful boy caught red-handed. "please give it back."

"oh, this?" you take it out from between your thighs, taking notice of how his eyes shake as he fixes his gaze on it. you wave it languidly in front of him. "this diary that you write your fantasies about your senior?"

he gulps, and nods hesitantly. you bark out a laugh and stand. honestly, who knew it'd be this easy to bring the great haitham down to his knees before you? your body reaches over the table, nose brushing against his, before you slide the journal between his fingers.

"honestly," you tease his ears with your breath. "you should be more straightforward with me next time. seniors are meant to help their juniors, no matter how rude they may be."

and when you nip the shell of his ear, haitham hopes that you don't hear the whine he had accidentally let out.

[bloodychazorite]

It was clear to Phil from the first hour his team was going to lose it.

Whether “it” was the challenge or their minds was up for discussion.

Jaiden sat under his right wing, muttering to Baghera who’s head lay in the blue-bird's lap. Foolish used his left wing as a blanket, legs sprawled messily in front of him. Charlie found his place splayed across the totem’s legs, Cellbit draped over him like a blanket.

The weak, wooden floor creaked beneath them. It was clear that if Foolish had any more energy, he wouldn’t have had to see the floor before ripping it to shreds.

Exhaustion, aches and cramps tore at Phil’s every nerve, but he couldn’t find it in himself to sleep no matter how hard he tried.

He assumed it had something to do with the timer on each of their wrists. If he was right--and he prayed he was--he only had a little over ten minutes left.

“Do you think they are laughing at us?” Baghera asked quietly, feathers rustling beside her.

Phil mulled over their first day, and how promises of hope and optimism shifted to wails of agony and begging for retribution. Burn scars tainted the bodies of his team from their pleas for providence.

“They’ve got to be,” Cell snapped, “What else do they do?” He shifted slightly, burrowing his chin into Charlie’s neck.

“Mmh… oww...”

“Eh, sorry Slime. Time, anyone?”

Hysteria spread like infection, starting with the Slime and ending with Phil himself because—Void, despite living in the wild for months on end, Charlie was not built for this.

None of them were.

“Seven minutes..!” Baghera whispered.

“Around nine, I think.” Phil muttered.

“Damn, thirteen minutes.” Foolish’s head lolled backward.

Cell had twenty.

Jaiden had thirty-two.

Charlie had forty-eight.

Phil felt bad for them, condemned to linger awake, stewing in their suffering and fatigue.

It must’ve been comical, to some extent, to watch them suffer.

To clip an Avian’s wings and toss them off a cliff, just to watch them flail.

To hold a Feline’s head underwater, just to watch them thrash and choke.

To throw a Slime into the desert, just to watch them burn dehydrate and weaken, only to burn.

Someone had to find it funny.

Phil groaned as his eyes attempted to slip shut, old ghosts of burns and stabs and respawns gnawing at his bones.

His team was warm and cracking incoherent jokes, somehow, despite everything. A wobbly smile crept onto his face with no right to be there.

These were the cards they were dealt.

This was their chance at genesis.

Consciousness oozed from his ears, rendering him entirely immobile for the night.

Phil was sure tomorrow wouldn’t be any better.