#i hate the sounds his bones make everytime he moves

[numberonechoptopfan]

made some crepitus gifs to feed my addiction, hope you guys enjoy!!! 😘❤️✌🏻🤡

[kissitbttr]

a very tired miguel who gets home from work and gets babied by his woman

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It's close to 9pm as you're lying on your bed. keeping your focus on the book you're reading, one that you failed to keep as a part of your routine due to your busy schedule with work. being a fashion designer has it's perks but it also has its dark sides too. especially when it comes to dealing with snobby ass clients

as you are about to flip to another page, you hear the front door opened. keys rattling against the ceramic bowl with a loud sigh follows after. a soft smile appears on your face soon as you realize who it is

“miguel? Is that you?” you softly call out your husband’s name while putting the book down.

"si, mi amor" he appears shortly by the doorway. your tall and handsome fiancee adorned in an unbuttoned white shirt that showcase a bit of his chest and paired with black trousers. a simple work attire but never fail to make your knees wobble. the sight could put any Greek Gods known to a man to shame.

your heart breaks a little seeing how tired he looks. his eye-bags are coming off too strong. a constant reminder on how he has been working himself far too hard despite you telling him to take it easy. but that's just how he is, stubborn.

"how's work my love?" you ask, watching him undress himself, revealing his exposed toned chest before putting the clothes away with the rest of his dirty ones in the bathroom. "I take it, it wasn't a good day?"

"you could say that" he replies tiredly, grabbing a pair of sweatpants off the chair and slipping it on. "trying to get ahold with the new recruits is a fucking job, Peter's been getting on my nerves and I'm working on advancing the technology we have right now in order for it to be easier to identify every single anomaly's DNA we've come across to. But the amount of hypotheses and research I've done are nowhere near close to how I want them to be."

"i would ask Tony Stark for help but que cabron esta muerto" he breathes out a sigh, pinching the thick skin between his brows. "I'm drained, mi amor... i can't fucking do this shit everytime--"

"no hey.. stop" you shake your head, hate having to see your man fronting a distressed look in his face. “come here, Miggy” you pout at him patting your chest for him to lay his head,

he sighs heavily. plopping into the bed and carefully lays himself on top of you. pounding head finding comfort in the warmth of your chest, snaking his big arms around your waist.

you put your arms around him, locking him tightly as your soft lips kiss his forehead making him purr.

“my pretty baby. exhausted aren't you? hm?” you ask in a cooing tone. he hums -- which sounded like a growl to you-- with a nod before nuzzling himself closer. “oh my poor poor baby... my handsome man. always working himself to the bone” another kiss on the forehead

“come up a little closer, hm?” you ask as he barely shifts his body. too lazy and far too comfortable in your arms like this for him to move.

you run your fingers through his soft hair, moving a piece that’s covering his forehead. looking down to see him close his eyes, yet not sleeping.

it’s so funny to see how this freakishly large- broad man who always seems to bring a cold presence that scares everyone off at work—which is technically true— then turns into a huge softie and a love puddle for you in a split seconds.

it’s truly a privilege that you’re the only one who gets to see and feel this

“look how cute you are, baby… do you know how cute you are, hm?” you coo at him, lips kissing his nose and the sharpness of his cheekbone. trying your best to console him in hopes of washing his stress away.

he lightly shakes his head. “no” a curt reply rolls of his mouth, drawing your body closer to him if that's even possible.

you pretend to gasp dramatically at his answer. fingers still stroking his hair lightly. “you don’t?! oh no! we have to fix that! you’re the cutest *kiss* most handsome *kiss* hardworking *kiss* man I’ve ever known” showering him with compliments in between kisses. he breathes out a small chuckle that muffles against your chest.

it’s obvious that miguel rarely gets treatments like this, he’s no one to shy from things but you're his only exception. the only person who truly can get him blush like a little kid when he's shown the slightest bit of affection.

“who’s baby are you hm? are you my baby?” a smile graces your lips as your eyes casting down to his pretty features.

“me. I’m your baby” he mumbles, tightening his grip around you. "always be your baby"

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inspired by @webslingingslasher their frat!peter work yall is making me [REDACTED] please go take a look!!

[guiltyasreid]

you threaten to sue spencer reid. l spencer reid x reader

warnings/tags: non, fluff, suggestive ending? gn!reader, college!spencer reid, and they were roommates word count : 957 a/n: this is the first time I'm posting one of my fics so ahhhhhhh, I got this idea from where a fan shouted at min yoongi "I will sue you" plus I'm trying to procrastinate applying for my masters in law. lmk what you think

It was a typical Tuesday night, you laid on the floor, stomach down, left hand scrawling your notes into your notebook, three textbooks open at different pages. The only sound heard in the room was your breathing, his breathing and both of you writing notes. In your mind it was a game to see who would take a break first, you didn't know if Spencer even knew of the competition, you'd never let him know.

This time, it was you. You moved from your position on the floor to sit on your bed, leaving your things sprawled on the floor. You let out a little grunt as you laid down on your side to watch Spencer as he worked.

His hair had gotten longer, and lighter. Most of it was pushed back behind his ears, there was a strand hanging out, everytime he'd push it behind his ear, it would make its way back out. His tongue was between his teeth, the habit he had started recently. He blinked less often when he was reading. He was hunched over with his legs crossed as he wrote in a position that his back would definitely not thank him for.

Your eyes graced down his figure, his collar bones were exposed as he unbuttoned, his top 2 buttons every time he came back to the dorm. His sleeves were rolled up, leaving his veiny forearms exposed to you. His hand was moving down a book with his middle two fingers.

You looked away from him and groaned. "I hate you."

He let out a laugh. You had your hands over your face. "What did I do?"

"Why do you look like that? You're studying and you look like that." You spoke muffled by your hands. You could hear him snicker from across the room. "It's awful."

"What are you trying to say?" He asked, you moved your hands to look at him again with a scowl. His eyes were large and innocent. Your eyes glanced down at his arms and hands to where he had stopped reading.

"I don't like you. You are a crime against me." You huffed looking away again.

There was shuffling and you watched him move across the room and sit next to you on your bed. "What have I done now?"

Your face was flushed and you were not going to look him in the eyes. Instead you turned away from him, which made him stop you and turn you back. His head tilted over you. "You're so pretty." You muttered holding up your hands to brush that stupid strand of hair away from his face.

He turned red at the compliment. Looking away from you. "Stop." He was about to stand up, you stopped him from moving, pulling him back to sit down next to you.

"You are very handsome and I hate it, you're sat there, with your sleeves rolled up, it's a crime. Keep your hands and arms to yourself." You glared at him which turned him more red. He started letting out an awkward laugh which made you groan. "Even that was attractive. I hate it."

"I think you're mistaking me-."

"Don't even try to deny it, Spencer Reid. You are a crime against me, for being this good-looking. I'll sue you, I'm studying law, you know?" He raised an eyebrow at you as you hmphed.

"I don't think that'd hold up in court." He replied, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

"I'll make it hold up in court. Distracting me, damages to my livelihood." His face became more amused. "I could show a picture of you to the jury and they'd agree."

"You're hilarious." He rolled his eyes at you.

"I'm not joking." You spoke with the most serious voice you could muster. "I will sue you for being handsome."

"What can I do for you to not sue me?" He asked rasing an eyebrow.

"Nothing." You crossed your arms looking away from him. "Wait for the papers to be served."

He laughed, tilting your head back towards him, he leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead. "Is that enough?" He asked with a innocent voice. You shook your head. He then kissed both of your cheeks. His own face was turning red just as yours. You shook your head again.

He kissed the side of your lips. "What about now?" He asked, you pouted at him, shaking your head again.

He leaned down again this time, hovering right above your lips. Taking a moment before pressing down. His lips pressed against yours and its as if your mind short-circuited. Everything in the room faded away. All you could think about was him.

His lips lightly chapped from grazing his tongue over them all day, they were soft and warm. You both hummed into the kiss, as if it was the breath of air you'd needed all day. You leaned up trying to deepen the kiss, only for him to move away causing you to let out a whine.

He was smirking looking down at you, foreheads pressed together. "You still gonna sue me?" He asked breathily.

"No." You muttered back, you eyes traveling from his eyes to his lips. As you moved forward he moved back until you were sat up with him.

"Promise?" He asked kissing the side of you mouth.

"Promise…" You hummed as he leaned back in. You pulled away quickly, narrowing your eyes. "For now." You quickly pressed your lips to his before he could restore, causing him to chuckle into the kiss. You both fell back onto your bed with you this time on top of him.

[blondieeu]

Would you be okay writing some sfw & nsfw on what it would be like dating Connie? I know the reader is married, but he just interests me so much. I love how you based him on Rio, he’s my favorite.

i’m so passionate about connie being based off rio too it’s ok i love writing for him

been away. connie (constance) s.

“you good?”

and you’d just look at him. a moment for the two of you to be vulnerable together in a car you had no business being in, about to smoke a blunt you shouldn’t have been smoking, with someone you especially had absolutely no business being with.

“what’s wrong”

“can’t park here, my husband could see.“

he laughed, starting the engine as loud as he could while he looked at you, a bored expression. his eyes were low and his lips almost sparkled in the moonlight from the lip gloss you kissed hello him with.

“your husband mama?”

“yes!”

constance wore a white wife beater and some sweatpants, tattoos and muscles on full display to everyone who say him, but you knew it was only for you.

his prized gold chain laid across his collar bone. said his mother gave it to him when he was little. his car smelled like him too, the car you helped him pick out at the dealership. smelled like the color navy blue, if that made sense.

“yea ok. tell him your real man s’ takin’ you out.”

and he’d pass you the blunt, tattooed fingers grazing against your untouched ones and handing you a lighter before putting the car in drive and pulling off.

constance hated your husband, maybe you did too. he never listened and was always out, giving you the freedom to do the same. you weren’t a monster though, not like you didn’t care for him, just didn’t love him.

you loved constance— or as you knew him, connie. you knew you loved him when you started to worry about him when he told you he was ‘goin to make a play’ in the middle of the night. or at the point where you’d think about him, regardless of you being in a bed with a whole other man, your husband.

“where we going connie?”

“same place we go everytime girl. unless you want me to fuck you in this car.”

you squirmed in the passenger seat at the thought. wouldn’t be the first time but he could never not make you hot at the thought of having sex with him again, always gave you butterflies. made you feel like a virgin again. it wasn’t always about sex with him though, he was real with you.

when you got to his house it was like clockwork, order food, take a shower, put on some of his clothes and eat together. eventually deciding to eat in the living room and watch some bullshit show you’d been obsessed with recently.

so here the two of you sat. you laying with your head in his lap, and him with his hand rubbing on your butt and the other with the remote.

his house was like a second home to you, he said it was your home too. could come whenever you wanted to, move in if you wanted. got you a copy of the house keys, front door and mailbox.

“gotta move if you don’t wan’ fuck right now, you keep rubbin’ onnit.”

and again, like clockwork you’d work his sweatpants and then his boxers off to pull out his lengthy cock. he had a tan shaft with a pretty pink tip. connie always got so hard for you.

you wrapped both your hands around him but it still wasn’t enough to cover the whole thing. starting off you kissed the side of it, making sure to do it on both sides and even on the top before you took him all the way down into your throat.

connie would moan, head rolling and a tatted hand coming to push all of your hair up into the messiest ponytail you’d ever had. your free hand rubbing up connie’s tan stomach, pushing his wife beater up.

“fuck baby”

with your head bobbing at a decent pace, tongue flicking around his pink tip and getting a faint taste of his pre-cum. the sound of your boyfriends moans drowning out the tv show.

“want you to put it in connie”

you whispered as you let your head come down from his cock, still stroking while you looked up at him. his eyes were a little red from the blunt you smoked earlier. the tv illuminating his rough features, like the small scares on his face.

“so take your panties off then mama”

blondieeu xx

[miniversse]

⭑“race my heart”pt.1⭑

╰┈➤ OTHER PARTS

⭑ lee know x female reader

⭑ synopsis: lee know, your academic rival strikes your path again during a motorbike meet up, and the lines of hatred and love begin to blur. as the engines rev and the wind blows hard, these lines intertwine and you both spill the bottles of emotions you had for eachother.

⭑ content includes: (barely any) drinking, non-idol lee know, non-idol reader, enemies to lovers, readers friend, pet name (sweetheart)

⭑ minors dni

⭑——————————————————⭑

the sound of the roaring engines shook the bones in your body. you regret telling your friend you were into biker guys because here you are, sitting on a stack of tires, watching the cocky guys rev their motorbikes and force clearly uncomfortable girls on rides. “loosen up! here’s a beer” your friend approaches your way…

“yea, thanks” you take a large swig and continue observing the group of guys, hoping to maybe find someone that stood out to you.

“see that guy there? with the blonde hair? what do you think of him” your friend points at a man, grabbing at another girls ass and eyeing you disgustingly.

“girl what the fuck”

she lets out a loud laugh and jumps off the tower of wheels she sat on, dusting her pants and winking at you.

“i’m gonna go talk to him”

“good luck! he can drive your ass home too!” you scoffed at how gullible she was, falling for any guy that met one of her pity demands. in this case, he happened to be blonde and about 6 foot.

you began to get lightheaded and bored, so you walk off from the crowd to enjoy some silence on the dark sandy roads. as you move further, you identify another motorbike and a man squatting infront of it, inspecting something. the lights of the motorbike beamed his whole face, and you stopped dead in your tracks.

“l-lee know?” you were certain it was him, not even bothering to move any closer.

his head slowly moves to face the direction his name called, his eyes still on the motorbike.

“hm?” his eyes now move to face you, and his eyes widen. he gets up from his knees and he stands tall, in all his glory. he wore a tank top and black jeans with a puffy harley davidson jacket, helmet resting on the floor. you could’ve sworn your heart stopped.

lee know was your academic rival. during college you and him would battle head to head, always aiming to achieve perfect grades and grades better than his. the hatred never settled, and you both graduated with pure hatred for eachother. but as you grew older and started stalking his social life, the line between hatred and love blurred, and you began to see him in another light.

“what.. the hell are you doing here?” he exclaims

“my friend brought me over with her, in hopes i find my ‘dream man’ “ you gestured with air quotes.

“good luck, none of the guys would settle for someone who looks like you”

“huh, you haven’t changed in the slightest. i mean, we both graduated with the same grades and you still hate me?”

he turns to face his motorbike again, wiping the hood with his hand

“i didn’t want to hate you y/n and figure things out, but you really are a scumbag and there is no arguing that”

you’re taken aback, remembering all the times he tried sabotaging your exams and putting everything at risk to bring you lower.

“let me remind you of that one time you shoved the answer sheet in my exam papers and failed me.”

you see him grow a grin on his face, and your blood begins to boil.

“you’re just calling me a scumbag because i didn’t put up with your shit like every other person who wanted your sympathy”

“what do you want now, y/n”

you take a long breath, thinking about what you wanted. you wanted him to apologize, to get to know you now, to drive you to his place, to make love with you, to degrade you like he always did. you wanted a lot.

“you can drive me home since none of the guys ‘want me’ ”

“and what makes you think i want you? hm?”

“it’s the least you can do for that exam you made me fail. don’t get me started.”

he seemed to love everytime you mention it, because he grins uncontrollably and it makes you want to slap him across the face.

“fine then, but you’re waiting till i leave”

you let out an audible sigh and go back to where your friend is, or was. it seemed like he really drove her ass home.

you’re eyes got heavy while you laid on the sand, watching the clouds drive on the starry night. everyone had left with their pair, and you were left waiting for lee know to finish whatever he had going on. you would call a cab, but this meet up was in the middle of a desert and no cab was willing to off road at 1 in the morning. you check your phone to see if your friend had left you a message. and sure she had.

MY OTHER HALF- i knew lee know would be there 00:17

MY OTHER HALF- have fun girlfriend ;) 00:17

YOU- kys 01:03

you hear the faint noise of an engine and jolt up, ready to go home and process what happened today. he gets to a stop behind you and you lift yourself up, squinting at the intensity of his bright white lights. you awkwardly approach the back of his motorbike and climb on, resisting to place your hands around his waist.

“i’ve never done this before.”

“we’ll wrap your hands around me, so it doesn’t become your last”

he was always straight forward and rude, since the first day you met him. but he never spoke anything that could be argued, and you surely didn’t want to die in his arms.

you let your arms wrap around his stomach and distance your body from him, trying to keep things mundane till you would reach home.

“hold tight sweetheart”

⭑ TO BE CONTINUED

[star-writes-sometimes]

nothing

c.w. - drug use (marijuana), implied fem reader, fluff, idiots in love, pining

a/n - this is just two short blurbs inspired by the song 'nothing' by bruno majors, this is the same remus and r as the look after each other verse (if you wanna check them out look here)

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remus was wearing grey sweatpants and a faded graphic tshirt. you were wearing a star wars hoodie and fluffy pyjama shorts. 

you both had mugs full of red wine on the coffee table in front of you. your mug was an care bears mug and remus had a jurassic park one.

the end credits of scooby doo were rolling on the screen. matching pairs of worn doc martens were in a pile by the door and phones were discarded face down on the table.

remus stretched lazily, causing his shirt to ride up and you to get a lovely view of his pretty happy trail disappearing behind his low hanging sweatpants, “wanna play a game now, bunny,” he asked with a slight yawn.

“only if you’re ready to lose,” you said with a cheeky smile.

remus set up mario kart and sat next you on the couch. you sat criss cross applesauce, you socked foot and bare knee touching his leg. he handed you your controller, one half pastel pink and the other half pastel yellow. his were pastel purple and pastel green.

you loaded up the game, you were always player one. you selected your usual character and kart combo, while remus selected his usual character, dry bones.

you played the egg cup, you came first on every course. you were laser focused, leaning towards the screen, the controller clutched tightly in your grip.

you never noticed the way remus would stare at you with an affectionate smile, adoring your concentrated expression. 

whenever he played against james or sirius he effortlessly beat them everytime, rejoicing in watching them lose, he usually hated losing but he didn’t mind it so much when he got to watch you win.

it was worth it to see you smile.

—

one of remus’ favourite spots to sit was on his fire escape. he had his set up like a proper stoner with an ash trays and pillows to rest on. on those rare nights without rain you would usually find him out there, the window open as some old music pours out from inside.

and more often than not you would join him.

you'd sit shoulder to shoulder, gazing at the stars and humming along to the music, chattering aimlessly.

“do you think aliens are real?” you asked softly.

“more than likely, but i don't think we'll ever have confirmation,” remus replied.

you'd hum softly and bring the pink bong up to your lips for another hit. as you exhale the smoke your eyes flutter shut and you would lean your head back.

“i think you might be an alien,” you would say sweetly, not taking your eyes off the stars.

remus raised his eyebrows, “oh yeah? whys that bunny?”

you giggled softly, the green coursing through your veins made your thoughts slower and heavier, “because you're like, so perfect for me.”

remus chuckled, “that makes me an alien?”

“yeah because scooby doo, y'know?”

“i'm afraid you've lost me, love.”

“theres this scooby doo movie called alien invasion and shaggy and scooby meet this girl and her dog and they are just so perfect for them but then it turns out they're aliens and they can't be together.” you explained with a small pout, “sometimes i worry that the real reason you're so perfect for me is cause you're an alien about to leave me.”

remus smiled affectionately and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, gently moving you to rest on his chest, “you got nothin’ to worry about sweet girl, i promise i’m not an alien,” he kissed the crown of your head gently, “and even if i was, i wouldn't want to leave you.”

you hummed and put down the bong, intertwining your fingers with his, “you promise you'd tell me if you were an alien?”

“pinky promise, bunny,” he brought your linked hands up to kiss softly.

you stared at the stars together silently for a few beats, the only sounds being the traffic below and the bowie record playing inside.

“have i told you lately i’m grateful you're mine?” remus whispered softly.

you blushed and giggled, “shut up,” you said playfully, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

—

[icharchivist]

I feel (hope?) like gaybaiting is less prevalent nowadays because back then it was a bit of a tongue in cheek joke to imply that two men were gay, because that somehow made them less manly

So if a guy displays stereotypically female tendencies, like caring about his appearance, or caring about other men, he's gay, so he's a cissy and then we laugh because haha, only women care about their appearance and men

Then came the slightly more "woke" queerbaiting where it was less hated but being queer was still not taken super seriously and networks weren't comfortable just showing off gay people just for the sake of being gay, so there still had to be a joke in there

So we often got the straight man being mistaken for gay, so he can say "we're not boyfriends". Hilarious

Also, bi people don't exist, obviously /s

I feel like the 2010's moved from the obvious gay jokes to more subtle gay jokes, but also adding some gaybaiting, either because the showrunners couldn't get away with more, or, and that was probably more frequent, to drive engagement. Get the rabid yaoi fangirls and keep them shipping and voílà

Idk that just popped into my head

Anyway, Grimnir good

Idk

mhmmmm

so like, i lived through the 00s and 10s as a LGBT person and there's a few things here and there about the whole queerbaiting thing that is just... difficult truly to explain. I think you're right in some points but i might end up sounding contradictory.

(also i really hate the term rabid yaoi fangirls to represent a group of people who are mostly looking for representation of validation yaknow).

the 00s were extremely homophobic. Like, extremely. It was the time where more men were playing with their gender, being more effeminate, and homosexuality was becoming more and more of a threat to casual masculinity. Gay was readily thrown around as an insult to anyone who wouldn't fit through gender norms.

while various shows or movies (esp on the western front) has been trying to involve some gay rep, it was not the majority and all, but, idk, the memory i had of the 00s was this viciousness, this desire to refute homosexuality anywhere you were seeing it.

Enters a lot of 00s show and you get into a point where being gay is a joke. It's a punchline. Men being thought as gay was emasculating and it was funny.

Eventually there was backlash against that. with the rise of the internet LGBT+ community could organize a bit more and actually discuss this type of problems directly where the showrunners could read them.

There was also a time where queer fans were so starved for queer content that they would take the joke for the desperate need to be validated. Like. Sorry i was a fan of supernatural since it first aired and i have this vivid memories that the reactions to the first gay jokes in it, which were meant to emasculate them, was welcomed by fans as "it's nice to be seen though".

But well. With the internet came the realization that people who look for queer content is a non negligeable part of the fanbase. you want to cater to them, because they keep your show rolling and you know they do from engagement online. But the society is still homophobic, and held back, and your directors are still telling you to play it safe and to keep what they believe to be the center fanbase: straight men.

Supernatural has a long history in queer baiting which i could talk about a lot more esp in the fact they were always opened about making meta episodes about the fandom which gives you a good view on how the show interreacted with the queer fans through the decades. But imo it's esp important to note that they mentioned that everytime they would want to do something else, the CW would remind them that their "core audience" were straight men who would be uncomfortable with gay content. Something anyone who has been online would argue otherwise. how do you do then to throw a bone to the people who actually keep your show running while the executives don't see it? you queerbait.

Not all shows are created equal on this though. Merlin was a major queerbaity show, with the last knife in the wound being how the director commentary was that he wrote them as a love story, and yet. But where does it fall when you learn the showrunner was a gay man? at what point is it intention, at what point is it studio interferrance, at what point is it you holding yourself back because the culture feels unsafe to you yet?

(the exact same argument can be made about queercoding in 90s Disney movies, which was the time where a LOT of the creative teams were actually made of queer people who were or weren't out at the time. Is it playing with the audience expectation or demonizing gay people when you queercode villains as gay, when it's done by people who are trying to sneak their identity in contents that are otherwise hostile to them, and therefore demonizing themselves is one way for the casual audience to accept them as long as they're bad, but it means also that they're here?)

I don't go to House MD, but just the extract i saw showed the executive producer is an infamous gay man in the industry (and a rapist but that's a whole other conversation). in the early 00s. Can you normalize gayness in a society that is still hostile to it, can you make jokes and plotlines to showcase this gayness, but also being sure to not commit as to not alienate the community you're meant to write for?

and it's not actually like a showrunner being gay actually makes things better or whatever. Sherlock was infamous for all of those "oh we're not gay" jokes, despite being co written by a gayman, but i don't think anyone can watch the first episode of season 3 and feel like the showrunners don't absolutely hate their queer fans. They literally say to their face that people actually reading queer subtext in this show are insane people no one wants to have as fans. They like the attention, but not the expectations.

Some shows did use it purely as a marketting ploy. the more fanbases were getting loud about queer content, the more some companies actually thought to take advantage of it. I think of Teen Wolf that used to literally show edits of two fanfavorites characters who were heavily shipped together in promo material, only to learn watching the episode that the promo was misleading on every single one of those scenes. This is the type of period where they realized they could weaponize their queer audience without actually committing enough to alienate their core audience.

fans grew tired of queerbaiting and would call out the companies for that -- so eventualy they had to change tactic... while sitll not wanting to alienate their core audience. It still comes from the fact companies genuinely believe the straight audience is actually the only one that matters.

after the queerbaiting era we had a tons of stories about Bury your Gays. The 100 was one of the most notorious exemple, where they canonized a wlw relationship only to kill the lesbian the next episode so the bi protag would move on to better (straight) future. It's another form of queerbaiting but it came from a society more accepting of queer stuff, and trying to bank on the queer fans, while actually still considering them a minority that isn't worth actually alienating the bigots for.

I think queerbaiting is really just indicative of the changing society and perception about gay rights, while also evolving on a culture/system/personal belief that they should not be the core demographic and you have to do everything to not alienate the core -phobic audience. It's the illusion of progress while not ruffling too many feathers, but throwing a bone to a community you know is so starving they can substain you just by giving them subtext.

I don't particularly think it changed. I don't think companies are seeing LGBT+ communities as profitable enough to alienate the LGBT-phobic audience. Mocking things is a bad look, but committing proper stories is not exactly in their best interest either. So eventually we either get stories that still function on subtext to keep fans engaged, or we get gay couple with very little focus and/or development just for decorantum in the background enough so it doesn't ruffle some feathers by being TOO important for the people who just want to ignore them.

It was a different time. Looking back with nostalgia feels a bit like a fever dream and it's why i can't help laughing at it, but i remember those things used too make me sad when i was a queer teen. (esp since i was actually reading BLs personally on my free time way before American shows started to even think about TEASING gay ships. Say what you will about problematic BLs can be but it always gave me a major whiplash seeing how little mainstream seemed to care about committing when they were teasing things.)

idk. it's complicated. i'm not an expert i'm just someone who lived through it and had confused feelings about it.

They don't do it like that anymore because society has changed and it's a bad look to just make fun of it. 't's not like it's been replaced by real acceptance either tho.

but yeah personally i think the rise of the internet is the one thing to not neglect here. Once it was easier for LGBT+ communities to organize, discuss, make themselves heard to the showrunners, they couldn't be ignored anymore as a possible customer group. And the past two decades have pretty much been about how to actually take advantage of this group without losing the bigot demography either.

You can make jokes: gay fans will laugh and will wonder if there is maybe a bit of truth, and bigots will laugh because yeah isn't being gay so funny? until gay fans grow tired of being the butt of the joke and bigot get tired of still having to acknowledge "the way to humiliate men" that gay jokes always bring. you can make subtext: gay fans will feed on it and overread it, and bigots will ignore it. Until gay fans get tired of having to fight for their interpretation and for crumbs, and bigots will get annoyed by fans talking about that gay shit online. you can make some token characters: gay fans will be happy to be seen, and bigot will tolerate it as long as it's not too in focus. until gay fans get tired that their experience is so superficial, like just putting a still picture on the screen, and bigot will get angry of the woke shit being thrown at their throat.

And that's just the systemic analysis - it doesn't account for how some showrunners' own desire in the way to approach a story.

idk man.

aayway yes Grimnir nice indeed.

[highlifeboat]

Mia hated hospitals. She hated the buzzing fluorescent lights, and the smell of medicine. She hated the uncomfortable gowns, and the beds that felt just a bit too small for her. She hated how bright and white they were. She hated needles, and doctors, and the constant beeps of machines she didn’t fully understand.

But despite all that hate, laying in her current bed was far more comfortable than that broken, disgusting, mattress.

Not comfortable enough for her to get any real rest, though, it seemed. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been laying there, blankly staring at the ceiling. Every now and then a doctor would come in, poke and prod at her, talk to her about something she didn’t hear, trying to make her respond in some way, then leave. It was annoying, honestly. She was tired of them coming in and touching her. She was tired of being talked at and having to move her limbs as requested just to prove she was conscious. She was tired of having the same list of questions read to her over and over.

God, she was so tired, she wanted to spend the next three years of her life asleep, and if it wasn’t for her busy mind she just might’ve been able to.

But everytime she closed her eyes she was brought back to that place, with the stench of swamp musk, and the taste of blood and rot. With all the pain and suffering, all the screaming, and the crying, and the sound of bones being cracked and broken. It made her stomach knot, and she’d gotten sick from it more than once already.

Ethan had stopped by once, apparently they’d thought he could help her in some way, but she barely looked at him. She couldn’t. He’d given her a little speech, took her hand and told her that he still cared about her, but things had changed. They’d changed. He couldn’t trust her the same, and she didn’t blame him. She’d squeezed his hand, and gave him a look of understanding. Mia still cared for him as well, but if she were honest she didn’t think she’d be able to stay with him.

They would be getting a divorce soon. Mia wished she could say that hurt her more than it did.

The woman sighed, trying to relax into the pillow. The lunch she’d been brought hours ago was sitting stale on the tray in front of her. She hadn’t touched it. Her stomach groaned and whined for her to have something, but the thought of eating made her queasy. It made her feel a little paranoid, as if she thought the food was tainted in some way. She’d been tricked before, and even when she was reassured and told multiple times nothing was tampered with, she just couldn’t bring herself to take the chance. They’d insisted that she eat, but she continued to refuse and would throw a fit if they tried to make her.

Doctors or not, Mia couldn’t trust the food. She couldn’t trust them.

Something about that was a little sad.

Just as she was about to start counting the ceiling tiles for what was probably over the hundredth time, the door to her room opened. She audibly groaned, expecting it to be a doctor or nurse coming to harass her again. Mia wanted nothing more than to sink through the bed and–

“Holy shit, Mia….”

She immediately sat up at the voice, head whipping around to find Zoe standing in the door. They both stared at each other for a moment, and Mia so badly wanted to run over to the other and pull her into a hug. Instead, she only let out a small squeak, tears of disbelief blurring her vision. Zoe quickly moved over to her instead, and seemingly almost had the same desire before hesitating. She put her hands on the side of the bed, equally teary eyed, but looking more relieved than anything.

“...You look like shit….” The younger women joked with a shaky voice, and Mia gave a weak laugh in return. “Fuck, Mia, I thought you….”

The older woman frowned, then gave Zoe’s hand a small squeeze as a silent “me too”. Zoe stared at their hands, and it wasn’t until then Mia leaned over and touched the other woman’s hair. It had gone from a dark brown to snow white, and Mia’s eyes were filled with questions she couldn’t seem to ask. Zoe let out an amused chuff.

“Yeah, uh… I guess the mold gave me a new look when I, y’know… almost died.” Mia tensed. “B-But I’m okay now! I think the white might be permanent, though....” Zoe sighed, messing with the ends of her hair. “I’ll look like an old lady the rest of my life.”

Mia huffed a laugh at the comment.

They fell into silence. Mia traced circles on Zoe’s hand with her thumb. Even scarred and callused, they were soft. A comfort. For the first time since ending up at that house, Mia was teary eyed. Her hands began to shake, and before Zoe could ask her what was wrong she pulled her down into a hug. The position was awkward but it didn’t stop Zoe from trying to hug her back.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright, Mia…” She gave the other woman a gentle pat on the shoulder.

Mia held her tighter, letting out an open sob into Zoe’s shoulder. It was all she could do with the sudden rush of emotion. The relief, and the guilt, and the pain of it all seemed to hit her like a freight train. There was so much, and it was so overwhelming.

“It’s okay. We’re safe.” Zoe hummed. “We’re alive, we made it. Just like you said we would, right?”

The other woman whined and sniffled. She vaguely remembered spouting off some encouraging words back when the whole thing had started. Something to keep their hopes up. Things that, if she were honest, she hadn’t really believed. It had given Zoe some confidence, though. At the time that was all that had mattered, even if she had been talking out of her ass.

God, that all felt so long ago.

Now she couldn’t seem to bring herself to say anything.

Her sobbing eventually died into snivels after what seemed like forever, and at some point Zoe had managed to get beside her on the bed, allowing Mia to lean on and hold her for as long as she needed.

“It’s okay now….” Zoe continued to hum. “It’s over, no one’s gonna hurt us anymore.”

The exhaustion started to set in next, and despite how her mind continued to buzz, Zoe’s touch calmed her.

Zoe was safe. If nothing else, she knew that.

Mia sighed through her nose. She still hadn’t completely calmed down, but something about Zoe’s arm around her made her feel like she could sleep the rest of her life away.

But she supposed she could settle for a small nap instead.

[riahlynn101]

"Be Honest, Be Truthful" (12).

Chapter 12

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Izuku stares at the Sakura blossom on the nightstand. Hikage brought it with him from outside. It’s super pretty, and if he didn’t feel so terrible, he would have been begging his uncles to let him wander around outside. 

He feels something in his chest tighten, and when it eventually releases, he’s left panting and wheezing. His body feels too hot and too cold at the same time, and no matter which position he curls up in it doesn’t help him feel any better. Izuku sniffles, reaching out for comfort.

Uncle Yoichi re-adjusts him, letting him sit up against his chest. “It’s okay, Izu,” he murmurs, running a soothing hand through his hair. 

His chest starts to squeeze just the slightest bit. Reflexively, Izuku gags, anticipating the oncoming breathlessness and panic from not being able to breathe. He recovers quickly, heart hammering in his chest. Tears slide down his cheeks, wetting his face and making the crook of his neck all sticky and gross. 

Izuku wipes at the tears, but they keep falling. “I hate this!” He wails, wriggling around. 

“Yeah?” Uncle Yoichi asks, patiently, maintaining a firm hold on him. “Being sick isn’t any fun, is it?”

“Uh, uh,” Izuku agrees. He sniffles, wiping his nose with the back of his sleeve. “My-my body hurts and I…I can’t play outside. And I….I just want it to stop!” 

He moves to be able to hug his uncle, burrowing his face into his chest. He can’t stop himself from sobbing. 

They sit like that for a long while. At some point he must have blacked out, too tired from his sickness and all the crying, because the next time he wakes up, it isn’t Uncle Yoichi holding him but Uncle Nisuke. 

The lights are off but there’s the unmistakable sound of people going about their daily lives just outside the bedroom door. 

Just the tiniest bit groggy, Izuku stares up at his uncle in confusion. 

His uncle stares back, looking equally as groggy. There are dark bags underneath both of his eyes and a heaviness in which he stares straight ahead at the wall across from them, but he still smiles upon seeing Izuku staring up at him.

“Goodmorning, Kiddo.”

“‘Morning.”  Izuku yawns, stretching his arms upwards. 

“Feeling any better?”

“Mhm, a lot.” And he does - for the most part. Admittedly, his body still aches a little and he wouldn’t object to being allowed to sleep for another eight, nine hours. 

“Think you’d be okay to join the others for breakfast?”

Ignoring his bone-deep exhaustion, Izuku summons all his energy to nod excitedly, bouncing off the bed. “C’mon, Uncle Nisuke,” he calls over his shoulder, racing to the door, “breakfast will be over soon.” 

“Coming, coming.”

-x-x-x-

In the weeks that followed, strict security protocols were introduced. Every day, during class, they went over how to safely evacuate in the event that the government raided the compound. Though, listening to Izuku-Kun’s Uncles speak, Hikage can’t help but wonder if it’s the government they need to be afraid of, or something, far, far worse. 

He tries not to think too hard about it. 

“Pass me the red paint,” Izuku-Kun says, reaching out a hand. “Please,” he adds, smiling. His front teeth are missing, something that Hikage didn’t envy him for. He, himself, went through a similar experience last year. He still has nightmares about the whistling sounds he unintentionally made everytime he breathed. 

“Here.”

Satisfied, his friend turns back to the arts and crafts project that Hikage did earlier that day in class. In his honest opinion, he thinks it’s stupid Shigaraki-San and Harada-San won’t let Izuku attend class. He won’t say as much to their faces, but his mother is probably sick of hearing about it. But, he supposes, if Izuku can’t come to school, he’ll just have to bring school to him. At least all the fun parts - like arts and crafts!

Today, they were decorating picture frames. They were supposed to decorate them to give to someone in their family (the holiday season is just around the corner and these picture frames might be the only present a lot of people get for a long while, if ever). Hikage thinks his mom will understand why he had to give his away, undecorated.

Izuku looks up from his position hunched over the makeshift nightstand. Splotches of red and speckles of drying-glitter glue cover his pale face. He smiles at Hikage.

Despite himself, Hikage feels his face burn. 

-x-x-x-

Yoichi Shigaraki is not a stupid man by any means. He hears the whispers following him (and Izuku on the rare occasion his nephew is feeling well enough to leave their room). The constant stream of gossip never leaves him alone.

 It’s there when he’s eating with his friends and family. 

It’s there when he’s going about his chores. Sometimes the people will be talking about him while handing over their laundry, oblivious to the person in front of them.

And it’s there at nighttime, through the walls that are thin as paper. Strangers’ words carry further than they mean them too. 

He can’t deny that giving his brother what he wants might help lessen his rage towards the rebellion. But it’s no guarantee. At the very least he can buy time, maybe reason with Hisashi a little. Give the rebels time to move somewhere safer. Buy time so Izuku can move further out of his reach.

During his lunch break he pens a quick note and tapes it on the dryer, as there’s no one else on laundry duty today and Nisuke is supposed to come get him for dinner (and nearly anyone else will pass the note on to him if they find it first). 

He quietly slips a cell phone and his inhaler into his pockets. Each moment that passes a step closer to being back in the vault. 

He doesn’t want to go back in the vault! He can’t! He won’t! Awful! Awful!

Yoichi sits on his knees, somewhere in the middle of the forest. Tears pour from his eyes. He hugs himself, willing away the cold, dark memories of the wretched room. 

A bright smile. Freckles and eyes so similar to his own. Nearly the spitting image of his big brother before he changed for the worse. Innocent, curious, and carefree like any child should be. Izuku. His nephew. His son. 

He forces himself to stand.

Eyes that light up whenever he’s nearby. Spiky hair. Jokes and pick-up lines so terrible that they end up working in his favor. Slow dancing to a muffled song playing over the radio. Tender kisses. And watching the sunset. Nisuke. His husband in all but the law’s eyes. A Deadman walking if his brother ever finds out. 

He falters again. 

He wants so badly to go back. 

But that’s not an option. Yoichi puts one foot in front of the other, taking his time to reach a clearing just outside the forest. He starts for the dilapidated house on the other side of the clearing. Rummaging in his pocket, he pulls out a cell phone. 

He stares at the keypad, glaring at it. With trembling hands, he types in the first phone number he ever memorized. 

It rings for a minute and Yoichi almost thinks of hanging up and hurrying back to the base. Eventually, though, his brother’s obnoxious voice picks up. 

“Hello?”

Yoichi’s stomach twists. His mouth is suddenly dry, and his mind is totally blank. 

“Well? I’m very busy. I don’t have-”

“Nii-San,” he says, forcing the poisoned words out. 

“Yoichi?” 

“In the flesh. Well, voice , I guess.”

He can just about hear his brother’s excitement over the phone. There’s the sound of papers being shuffled and a happy sigh. “Tell me where you are, and I’ll come fetch you at once.”

His stomach twists again. Hesitantly, he mumbles the approximate address (an old, abandoned farmhouse that Nisuke’s taken him to before) into the phone. 

His brother sighs happily again. “Oh, I’m so happy to finally be reunited with my brother and son.”

The line goes dead. 

Yoichi looks down at his phone with a mixture of horror, realization, and numbness. What has he done?

-x-x-x-

“Leader, we can’t keep them here. They’re painting a target on our backs,” one of his men tells him. They’re in what used to be a conference room, now it’s part armory (for the more minor, less explosive weapons), part emergency meeting area. 

Sanshirou turns to the man, a look of what-the-fuck-did-you-just-say plastered across his face. The others ignore him, continuing to tear-apart Yoichi’s and Izuku’s usefulness as if anyone has to be of use to deserve freedom, safety, and relative happiness. 

Another joins in, leaning in with an elbow on the table. “And it’s not like either of them are particularly use-”

“Enough!” Nisuke shouts, slamming his hands on the table. 

The effect is instant. His loud, booming voice echoes throughout the room. Everyone is silent. No one dares to move a muscle. 

“Good,” he says, retaking his seat. “Now, you all would do well to remember who’s our enemy.”

“The government and All for One,” a man answers. 

“Yes, and do we just give our people - our friends and family - to our enemies?”

“No, Leader,” all his men answer in unison. 

“And it’s not like All for One or the government will keep their end of the bargain once we hand them over. What’s stopping them from destroying our base and stomping out the rebellion after they get what they want, hm?”

All his men, minus Sanshirou, look dumbfounded. 

“C’mon, now, you all are intelligent. We all know how making deals with our enemies turns out.”

“We do,” Akio pipes up, “and it’s never worth the risk.” He taps a finger on the table. “Besides, you guys all act like the newcomers are causing mayhem outside of a member of their family being a complete and utter dick.”

“Thank you-”

Gin, one of Nisuke’s newest recruits and a transfer from one of the bases east of here, scoffs. 

“I’m sorry, do you have something to say?” Nisuke asks, eyeing the clock on the wall just above the door. He promised Yoichi he would eat with him and Izuku today. 

“Yes, actually. Firstly, All for One is known for keeping his end of a bargain. So, it would very much be in our best interest to hand them over-”

“Uncle Nisuke?” Izuku asks, startling all the men in the room. He coughs into his arm. He stands in the doorway (he could have sworn he had someone lock that door), face wet with tears. “Do we have to leave?” 

Standing up, Nisuke addresses his comrades, “leave. Now!” 

They all flee the room. Sanshirou sends him a knowing look before following the rest out. He pats Izuku on the back as he goes, shutting the door behind him. 

Izuku shuffles towards him, sniffling. “I…I don’t wanna leave. Is it ‘cause I’m sick?”

Nisuke kneels down in front of his nephew (marriage or blood ties be damned, this kid, this boy is his family.) “What are you talking about?” He reaches behind him for the tissue box. Gently but firmly, he wipes Izuku’s face clean. 

“The people,” he clarifies, hiccupping, “they were talking about making us go away.”

He sighs, tossing the tissue into a nearby garbage can. Nisuke holds his nephew’s face in his hands. “Izuku, listen to me. Are you listening?”

Izuku gives a resolute nod, focused.

“No one’s going to take you guys back. You know why?”

“Why?” 

“Because I am here!” 

“That’s silly,” Izuku giggles. His face turns serious. “But I’m glad, ‘cause you make Uncle Yoichi really happy.”

Nisuke can feel his face burn. 

“And you make me happy too. I love you and Uncle Yoichi and Uncle Sanshirou and-” Izuku continues his list of people he either adores or loves as Nisuke shuffles them out of the room. It’s almost dinner time, and he refuses to get his family the worst of the rations if he can help it. 

“Hey, Izu?” He asks as they head for the laundry room to grab Yoichi. 

“Yes?” Izuku skips along, any hint of previous sadness now gone. 

“Why were you lurking near the meeting room? I thought Hikage was helping you make some kind of project.”

“He was, but I finished it and wanted to get the final piece for it.”

“Ah, I see. If I can ask, what’s the final piece?”

Izuku giggles. “I can’t tell you. It’s a surprise.”

“Gotcha, gotcha. Well, I can’t wait to see it.”

His nephew nods, curls bouncing from the movement. As if summoning a sudden burst of energy, Izuku dashes into the laundry room up ahead. 

Nisuke smiles to himself. For the first time in a long time, everything’s going his way.

He eventually reaches the laundry room, joining his nephew and-

“Uncle Nisuke,” Izuku starts, eyes beginning to mist up again, “where’s Uncle ‘Ichi?”

[missluckycharms]

Could you do a smut at anne's house(harry's mum's house)????

Three Taps.

Summary: in which Y/N has to sneak into Harrys house at night to be alone with him and Harry loves hot chocolate with pink marshmallows.

A/N: this is a high school Harry x Y/N fic, both are eighteen in this, just keep that in mind as they are in high school but they’re of age.

Masterlist.

Warnings: Dom!Harry, oral sex, praise kink, size kink, gagging, dirty talk, Harry tends to be a sarcastic asshole even when they’re doing the devils tango.

Word count: 3.4K

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Three taps.

Thats what Harry told Y/N to do, tap three times on his bedroom window and he’d let her in. It’s been their code every few nights when she would sneak over to his house, or he would sneak into hers. Sure, they’re both eighteen, but as all parents say “my house, my rules” so they have to abide by that, kind of.

The pair have only been dating for a little over six months now, both of them graduating soon and moving away for college, but they’ll work around that when the time comes, for now, they have have to work around how Harry can fuck his girlfriend just the way they like, without his Mum waking up and finding them both in bed together, that wouldn’t be a pretty picture Harry thinks.

He’s on red alert, Y/N texting him nearly ten minutes ago saying she successfully snuck out and is now on her way over, the walk to his house is usually fifteen minutes, but she doesn’t mind, she’ll do anything to spend time with Harry — the same Harry who would fold someone up like a pretzel and shove them in a locker if they called him a name, but if Y/N did it, she would get a small smirk and a wink, knowing exactly what hers and only hers punishment was for that.

Harry is a complicated person, to his friends he’s nice - ish, to strangers he looks cold and like he would use you as his skateboard face down on the tarmac if you looked at him wrong, sure he would do that — but he’s not like that under all his rough exterior, he has a warm heart and loves squishy cuddles, and he also loves marshmallows in his hot chocolate, but only Y/N sees that side of him — he only allows her and his Mum to see that side of him. It took him a long time to actually soften up to her, the girl being persistent that she knew what he was really like, he’d shrug and laugh it off saying she was crazy, but when him and his Mum got into an argument and he showed up to Y/N’s house at nearly two in the morning, soaking from the rain and his cheeks tear stained — she knew he finally let down all his walls, he needed her and she gave him what he needed in that time, a hug and a mug of hot chocolate with pink only pink! Marshmallows.

Ever since he opened up to her that night, sipped on her heavenly made hot chocolate, he knew that he could always be safe with her, he would always know that she’s there when he needs her most and visa versa. They’re deemed the “odd couple” in school due to Harry being so cold and Y/N being the slightly quiet and lovable girl who would rather hug someone to death than shove them in a locker and leave them there, but somehow their differences only draw them together and make them one of the best couples there is, they balance one another out — Harry brings out Y/N’s crazy and adventurous side while Y/N brings out Harrys soft and calm side, opposites attract, and they’re living proof of it happening.

He jumps when the small three taps are heard at his window, his body immediately kneeling up and pulling across his curtains, looking down at her stood in his front garden with a hand full of small pebbles from his Mums flower garden (she always returns them) she’s smiling up at him, his own body on his bed right next to his window as he peers down at her, clad in his red baggy hoodie and her black leggings, her hair poking out from the hood of the hoodie as she waits for him to open the window.

“Ladder is by the gate baby” he whispers loudly down to her, she barely hears as she nods, making her way towards the back gate leading to their garden. She grabs it, making sure to not fall or it will wake his Mum up. Harry is practically hanging out the window when she rests the ladder against the wall, looking up at him as she wipes her forehead ridding the sweat.

“Sometimes, I think you only do this so I’ll get off my ass and actually work out” she grumbles falling in through his window and onto his bed, his laugh low as he pulls her jelly like body in, her laughs coming out as pants as he rests her down onto his pillow before shutting his window quietly, his ears on high alert for any movements from his Mums room across the hall.

“You’re just a lazy bum, sometimes I think you may pass out if you walk too much” he jokes looking down at her as she rolls her eyes, pulling down the hood and freeing her hair.

“I hate you. Fuck me, is your heating on?!” She says pulling his hoodie from her body, throwing it onto the floor and leaving her in only a sports bra and leggings, Harrys eyes widening at how easily she slipped it off and laid back down with no care in the world.

“Mum likes to keep it on, apparently her toes get cold in the night no matter what time of year it is” he rolls his eyes, leaning down to hover over her, forearms on either side of her head as she bites her lip smiling up at him giddily.

“No wonder you sleep naked, feels like a furnace” she jokes as Harry hums kissing her neck, her eyes rolling back at the feeling as she wraps her legs around his waist, their crotches grinding down on one another’s as they breath heavily trying to avoid moaning loudly — they both found out they love being vocal in bed, one day Harry was home alone and him and Y/N practically screamed down the house, he’s surprised Mrs Walker next door didn’t ring the police.

“Need to be quiet for me baby, okay?” He says whispering in her ear, her breathy moans being masked by his neck, her lips all over him as he rolls his head back, allowing her more access as she bites and nips at his skin, leaving behind marks that he’ll have to steal some of his Mums makeup to mask over when he’s walking around.

“Should be saying that to you, mister loud mouth” she jokes in a whisper by his ear, her lips sucking on his lobe is what causes him to bury his head in her neck to groan lowly from his chest, his hips rutting down into hers as they both roam one another’s bodies with their lips and hands.

“Very smart mouth for a girl who prefers it to be stuffed full of m’cock” he moans back, her lips now sucking and licking over his sweet spot just under his ear lobe, her own moan muffled by his skin as he shuts his eyes and looks up to the ceiling allowing her to kiss him further, her lips leaving a burning trail down his neck and over his collar bones — his favourite place to give and receive hickies on.

“Harry, shut up and just do something” she says annoyed, frustrated at her boyfriend who always choose to tease her with sarcastic remarks, he knows it riles her up and he loves that, he loves how needy and angry she gets when he grinds his clothed cock down onto her making sarcastic remarks and softly degrading her slowly as she grows wetter and wetter at his movements and words.

“Don’t have to ask me twice baby” he laughs kissing down her torso, his hands immediately shrugging off her bra with her help, and then he slowly pulls down her leggings along with her panties, leaving kisses on the spaces he makes bare and small hushed complements against her skin as he takes her all in under the light of his ten year old soccer ball shaped light hanging from the ceiling above them.

She’s a squirming mess under him, his lips instantly attaching to her clit as she bends her legs, resting her legs over his shoulders as he holds onto her outer thighs, the grip probably marking her skin as he devours her on his bed, his eyes looking up at her biting down on her lip, her hands grabbing a pillow and shoving it over her face to muffle her moans, Harry can hear them slightly, his eyes rolling back into his head as she shakes and squeezes her legs around his head.

“Come on baby, need to see you” he says slipping two fingers into her but not moving, the pillow coming away from her face as she looks at him in her usual fucked out state, glassy eyes and messed up hair.

“H, I can’t, I need to have it over me” she says referring to the pillow, her body shaking as Harry begins to slowly move his fingers in and out of her, stretching her as she drips down his fingers, the sound of his movements in her cunt causing him to press down his hips onto his bed to relieve himself a little.

“Put y’pretty panties in y’mouth baby” he says slurred from pleasure, his own hair a curly mess as his lips become more swollen and spit covered from how harsh he’s eating her out. He takes her panties in one hand, reaching up and rolling them into her mouth, instructing her to bite down on the white lace fabric before he’s back between her legs eating her out.

She’s moaning around the fabric of her panties, her drool wetting the lace as she tugs on Harry’s curls, his moans deep and raspy in her cunt as he keeps his eyes on hers that are threatening to close every second, the slaps he sends to her thighs cause her to open them back up and keep contact with him, his smile devious as he purposely sucks on her clit when she’s close, knowing it ruins her when he does that — he loves to watch her struggle to bite back her moans, the pair of them feeling the rush of nearly being caught everytime one of them make a loud moan or move too quickly which causes his headboard to slap a little off the wall behind it. He’s lapping up all her juices and her moans she’s muffling, her body shaking as he finally brings her to her first high of the night, his fingers not stopping as he rides her through it, kisses being placed to her thighs as she finally calms down, tears brimming her eyes and a lazy smile around her panties that are clutched between her teeth.

“Doing okay baby? Need me to take these out?” He asks crawling back up her body her hands immediately tangling back in his hair as she nods, letting him pull the soaked panties from her mouth, his mouth drooling at the sight of them in his hands.

“Gonna be able to take my cock without being gagged? Or will ya need to have your pretty lace panties back between your teeth?” He teases her, her eyes hooded with pleasure as she scratches her nails down his chest and stomach making the muscles under his skin flex with the slight burn of the marks she’s leaving behind.

“Want you to ruin me, may need them back in between my teeth” she says breathlessly, a slight smirk on her lips as he groans at her words, grabbing the panties and placing them in his own mouth, bending down and feeding them into her mouth, her own teeth clasping them as they leave his mouth, his tongue licking over her lips as she looks up at him with her glassy doe eyes.

[helion-ism]

elucien headcanon (inspired by @moononastring’s eris x iris chapter)

elain wakes up in the middle of the night anf it’s freaking cold. like — bone shattering teeth chattering cold

it’s winter and winter in velaris is terrible: it’s too cold, too snowy, too windy. especially for someone like elain who’s never been a winter person (honestly shame on her)

and so elain wakes up and she can’t see a single star because of how cloudy it is (it’s a rare occurrence in velaris). obviously she hates it

she gets up to get another blanket or to put on a sweater perhaps when she hears light footsteps outside her room; so light and soft, in fact, it’s almost as if the person was floating as to not disturb anyone sleeping

elain, of course, quickly goes to the door and opens it, the light blinding her because of how accustomed she’s become to the darkness

it’s lucien (because duh)

he looks surprised to see and elain mentally kicks herself for not having heard his heartbeat as she usually does. she blames it on the sound of her clashing teeth

“my lady, are you alright?”

“quite fine, thank you” she hates herself for blushing and she hates herself even more for not containing her shivering and shaking

lucien raises one eyebrow, the one above his russet eye, and she hates how much she likes when he does it

she’s noticed him doing this often and particularly when he doesn’t believe what he’s hearing (she doesn’t think he knows that he has a tell)

in that moment, she is surprised she knows that. and she realises just how much time she has spent with him in the past few weeks. her stomach does that weird twisting thing when she notices him noticing her nightdress — and god, she is blushing even more

lucien smiles a little then and admits, “I hate the winters, too”

“you’re from the autumn court. isn’t autumn the little sister of winter?” and lucien laughs

she loves his laugh

“I rather think autumn to be the bigger sister of summer. sunny autumn days, colourful leaves, the last warm days of the year. it’s the transitional stage of summer.” and elain nodds because it makes sense.

“are you in need of assistance?” he asks quietly

for a moment, elain doesn’t know what to say. and then, she doesn’t even know where it’s coming from, she says “yes”

(she does know where that bravery is coming from though. it’s from all the times he’s kissed her hand like a perfect gentleman, and from all those times his lips lingered on that very hand unlike a perfect gentleman. it’s from his burning looks and her quickening heart everytime he laughs. it’s from the way he says her name, pronouncing every letter with the most precision. it’s from her dreams late at night when she’s tossing and turning in bed knowing something is missing)

lucien joins her in her room and it’s the first time she’s letting him invade her private space. she’s utterly nervous, but in the good way. and she can’t stop scanning him from head to toe and wonder how immaculate he can still look in the middle of the night

at first, she doesn’t understanding how he might help her. and when he questioningly looks at her, standing in front of her bed in that ridiculous white shirt, she nodds. her mouth is so dry, she doesn’t think she’d be able to say anything either way

she lays down beside him. whereas she is wearing nothing but her nightgown, she blushes furiously at the thought of him seeing her so indecent, he is still wearing pants and a shirt as if he doesn’t fully intend to stay (maybe it’s good that way)

but everything changes when he touches her. he clears his throat as his arms enfold her and moves closer to her, his front to her back

that’s when she realises (and wants to punch herself for forgetting) how he can in fact help. it’s not body warmth as such he offers her. it’s the literal fire inside of him, burning at his will. elain, in that moment, is sure she has never known bliss like this

it’s perfectly innocent, their skin is not touching, and yet …

the way his scent surrounds her, if she wasn’t laying, her mind would be spinning. she can feel the strength in his arms, his body. and she can feel the warmth radiating from him. it’s like coming inside from a storm and warming yourself up in front of the fireplace. only better because he smells like apples and fire and cinnamon, and it’s perfect

she falls asleep later when her heart finally stop racing and her senses have grown accustomed to his close proximity

(it’s also her exhaustion from the day that helps her mind to finally relax)

they never say a word, but they don’t need to

when elain wakes up in the morning, it’s with a smile on her face and paper snowflake on the pillow beside her

[peakgenko]

Songs the Haikyuu boys would slow dance with you to...

CW; suggestive sexual themes

N/A, my heart nutted while writing this tbh

not proofread!!

© All content belongs to damnihateithere.

Kei Tsukishima

Dream A Little Dream of Me- The Mamas & The Papas

I don’t even know how i made this connection but i feel like tsukishima hums a lot of old songs and so this would be one of them

Or slow dancing in the dark by joji. it’s his favourite song. because of you.

Yuu Nishinoya

So Good At Being in Trouble- Unknown Mortal Orchestra

You’d rock back and fourth with him slowly while his lips press against the back of your hand— his eyes staring intently while he hums the lyrics

Shoyo Hinata

I’m Yours- Jason Mraz

So it’s not really something you can slow dance to but this is definitely his song for you. He sings this to you in the showers, during pillow talk, or drum the rhythm with his fingers against a Tupperware when he’s cooking something for you.

He’ll pull you in by the waist and nuzzle his head up against your back with a grin.

At this point it’s his favourite song because it always gets him in the mood. But that’s only because he thinks of you when he hums it.

Rintarō Suna

Versace On The Floor- Bruno Mars

OMG

okay so I imagine the two of you on some dance floor. Like at a club. I head canon that he’s good at dancing. Effortlessly too.

The music stops and and they choose a slow song to end the evening

You’re wearing a dress that cuts off mid thigh. And he’s in a little suit. His blazers loose and his collared shirt is buttoned down since it got a little heated in the midst of sweaty bodies practically grinding up against eachother

Underneath the red and purple spotlights, specks of iridescent lights from the disco ball hanging from the ceiling arrange themselves on your faces.

He’s singing the lyrics wholeheartedly with a fox like grin while his hands roam down to your ass. Although it’s intent was far from sexual.

Atsumu Miya

Corduroy Dreams- Rex Orange County

LOVE LOVES WHISTLING IT TO YOU

Definitely does kiss you in the shower for a couple hours.

He’s fresh out of the shower and he’s wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants. Drops of water race down to his feet as they roll down his bare chest. You have your towel wrapped around your chest

One hand laced with his, he leads you in a slowing pace around the room with a chirpy smile.

Osamu Miya

Blessed- Daniel Caeser

i’m not sure how i made this conclusion but i’m gonna go with it

He has the prettiest voice when he sings along.

It’s not really dancing though. He has your back facing his chest while his arms enveloped on top of your collar bones and shoulders. He’s pecking gentle kisses against your cheek while rocking back and fourth to the song while you two prepare breakfast.

Keishin Ukai

Fly Love- Jamie Foxx

I imagine you two on some sort of resort of beach. You two are soaked of water but this song just happens to pop up so you stand there in his arms while he teasingly blows a cloud of smoke into your face.

Keiji Akaashi

HENTAI BY CIGARETTES AFTER SEX!!!!

okay for those of you who don’t know that song i know by the title of the song it looks sus and trust me he was definitely skeptic of it as well but give it a listen because now you’re all he ever thinks about when he hears this song.

he swears he’ll dance to this with you in his arms on your wedding day.

if you’re feeling angsty, he’d definitely hold you close and dance with you to the swan by camille saint-saëns

Wakatoshi Ushijima

I Hear A Symphony- Cody Fry

He loves how classy it sounds and it perfectly describes how he feels about you. hell it may even be his favourite song.

He felt like volleyball was his only purpose and for a while he was more than okay with that. until he met you and now he strives for more in life. Hence the whole “I used to hear a simple song” verse. loves putting emphasis in his tone when singing “perfection is so quick to bore...you are my beautiful by far” (only to himself of course) homeboy gets a little embarrassed when it comes to singing.

Daichi Sawamura

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby- Cigarettes After Sex

I don’t even need to have a scenario for this like he just radiates this energy:((

Like imagine his cheek pressed against yours while his hand weaves through your hair

Tadashi Yamaguchi

You say I’m in love- Banes World!!!!!!!!

Head empty just you and yams dancing to this song underneath LEDs and a ceiling projector

you’re all he thinks about when he sings this song

and bubblegum by clairo- he’d tell you not to focus on the lyrics but instead the instrumental portion. he says the comforting mellow beat reminds him of you.

Kenma Kozume

Nothing- Bruno Major.

Sings the lyrics to you

You’d think he’d be too shy and youre right but it’s because he does it subconsciously.

BRO THIS WOULD LITERALLY BE HIS SONG IN A RELATIONSHIP

Aran Ojiro

Ugotme- Omar Apollo

Such a good singer as well

When the two of you dance, you two dance.

His ability to dance is almost mesmerizing along with his singing.

Sings while covering your neck and collarbones with kisses

Satori Tendou

How Deep Is Your Love- Bee Gees

Also dramatically lip syncs the lyrics to you

Lifts you up into the air and into his arm almost five times mid dance.

He’ll shake his head with his lips pressed up against your neck while his hands trail upwards and toy with the hem of your shirt, his hands hungry with anticipation to just rip it off.

and you scold him when you feel his lips contort into a devilish grin.

Kotaro Bokuto

Hopelessly Devoted To You- Olivia Newton John

hear me out. He only knows this song because akaashi made him watch grease bc he says bokuto should be exposed to the “classics” and since watching it at age 12 with akaashi and bo’s two sisters, he’s prayed that one day he’d meet someone that’d make him feel the way that song did.

He does now and everytime that songs on he’s practically carrying you in his arms.

Tobio Kageyama

Love Me Please- OCTAVIO

this is the only song he knows with the exception of old kanye west because he considers his music grind music but you definitely put him on this song.

He’s literally a psychopath who doesn’t listen to anything EXCEPT like popular rap songs from 2017-2018. And even then he’ll only tolerate it when he needs to work out.

And then he meets you. Now he listens to music in a different aspect.

He knows he’s not the most romantic guy out there but he’s trying his best and you tell him that’s more than enough. He loves you so much.

Koushi Sugawara

This Side of Paradise- Coyote Theory

he’s dragging you out of the house to dance with you to this song. bonus points if it’s raining

he’s also the type to scream-sing to love songs.

There aren’t any cars in the vicinity due to the pouring rain so the two of you make your way to the road.

Your hand in his, he twirls you underneath the storm and into his arms.

Toru Oikawa

Pretty Boy- The Neighborhood

He’ll put so much emphasis in his tone on the “Even if the earth starts shaking, you’re the only thing worth taking- with me. Even if the sky’s on fire, got you here it’s alright.” verse

You’re literally everything to him

he won’t let you go even for a second until this song is finished even then he’ll have trouble parting.

Hajime Iwaizumi

Baby I’m Yours- Arctic Monkeys cover

It’s not even dancing at this point, it’s just you two cuddling and him pretending like he hates it even though he’s the one who refuses to let go of you.

Ryonusuke Tanaka

Knockin’ Da Boots- H-town

if he’s not dancing to this with you in his arms he’s definitely ironically grinding on the floor to this with a fuck boy face.

Hitoka Yachi

two queens in a king sized bed- girl in red

I just imagine the most “call me by your name” scenery type shit.

Or maybe like a field of flowers? You just have her in your arms on some sort of picnic date she planned for the two of you

Semi Eita-

I Wanna Be Yours- Arctic Monkeys

your arms wrap around his neck and his lips press onto yours while the two of you sway back and fourth underneath red led lights.

don’t be surprised if things get sexual.

Tetsuro Kuroo

Careless Whisper- George Michael

okay first he played this song when you were over once and he had it on so that he could initiate a little make out sess with you but when you could tell how nervous he was on making a move on you you told him that there was no pressure on anything and he sort of just danced with you instead. he ended up unironically really liking this song because of that.

(bonus: if it’s fanon kuroo he likes to dance to sway by Michael Bublé with you and the whole time he’s just eyeing you down with a sly grin)

Kiyoomi Sakusa

Beach Baby- Bon Iver

Space Song- Beach House

I imagine it’s raining horribly outside to the point where the thunder outside is retro boomin

but the windows are open because both you and Sakusa love the sound of rain pouring

he has this song playing from his record player while he hums against your neck.

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

Hi!

i was wondering if u could write a fic with sub remus x dom fem reader where remus is in a skirt or something? its fine if u don't want to.

much love!

Skirts and eyeliners

Remus in a skirt has my blood pressure going📈

Thank you for the idea love!

Warning: 18+

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Remus wasn‘t one to just cower away and try to fit in a crowd. He really didn‘t care what others thought, having survived much more painful things just hardened him over time. So here he was, batting his eyeliner painted eyes and prancing around in a skirt. Remus really knew how to push your buttons.

You checked him out from head to toe as he approached the table and raised your brow at his knowing smirk. He really did look amazing, with his long legs on display, proudly showing his scars. Doc martens made heavy sounds as he sauntered over and plopped down next to you.

„Hey Missy“ he grinned and let out a chuckle when you gave him a strict look.

„Missy?“

„Sorry, sorry. Good morning, ma‘am.“

You just rolled your eyes and tapped you lips, making him grin and press a kiss on your mouth.

He pulled away with a „Muah“ and you laughed softly, kissing his cheek.

„I take it you like my skirt?“

„Fuck yes, makes my ass look so nice. No wonder why you‘re wearing it all the time.“

You smiled, pleased that he enjoyed wearing it just as much as you enjoyed seeing him wear it.

„Sirius is so jealous“ he kept talking „keeps saying that he wants one as well.“

You shrugged and made a thoughtful sound. „I‘ll give him one.“

Remus glared at you sharply. „No!“

You jumped at the volume on his tone, furrowing your brows. „Excuse me, Remus?“ This time you made sure to squeeze his chin tight and hold his eyes. „What was that?“

He lowered his eyes when he heard the unmistakable edge in your voice, which indicated that he had to threat very carefully now.

„I just“ he let out a frustrated huff „I don‘t want you to share your stuff with him.“

Your hand squeezed harder and you bit back a fond smile at his jealousy. „So you thought telling me no is better? Tsk, you know how much I hate that word.“

„I know, I‘m sorry“ he said, still not looking up at you.

„And why do I hate it, Remus?“

He gulped, looking up at you when you jerked his chin a little. „‘Couse it makes me sound like a brat and you hate brats.“

„Precisely. Let‘s make sure you don‘t forget, hm?“

He glanced around nervously in the empty classroom, craning his neck to look out the door into the hallway.

„Right here?“ he asked, biting his lip.

You stroked his cheek gently, fingernails scraping his stubble. „Is there a problem with that?“

He quickly shook his head and knelt on the ground, pushing your skirt up as he let out a rushed, „No, mistress.“

„Good boy. Prepare me and I‘ll fuck your cock“ you drawled sweetly, pushing his head down.

He put two fingers in his mouth, coating them with his spit and rubbed them on your cunt. You put your legs on the table behind him, spreading yourself wide.

„Inside, now.“

Remus pushed his fingers in, his head resting on your inner thigh as he watched your hole clench around him, your clit swollen and begging for his touch. But he waited, whining quietly as he blinked up at you.

„Suck my clit, boy.“

You let out a hum when you felt him suck you softly, three fingers moving inside of you in lazy thrusts. You tugged his head back when you he started to get more aggressive.

Stroking his hair you kept your voice soft. „Tell me what you want, Remus.“

His eyes shuddered closed when he felt your nails on his scalp, pushing into your grip much like a cat. You smiled at the thought, werewolf turned to purring kitten.

„Want you to fuck my cock with your pretty cunt, ma‘am.“ Remus turned his head to kiss your wrist, a lewd smile on his pink lips. His eyes seemed brighter due to the pitch black liner around them.

You couldn‘t resist, not him, and leaned down to kiss him hard, eagerly swallowing his gasps and moans as he pressed himself to your body. Everytime you pulled back he would follow, like a magnet, drawn to the taste of your lips.

„Please“ he murmured „please fuck me, mistress.“

You pulled him up with you and positioned him on the table, his back flush against the hard surface. You stroked his thighs with your soft palms, watching him arch his back when you finally pushed his skirt up, exposing lacey underwear.

„Only for you“ he gasped when you trailed your fingertips over the head of his leaking cock.

„Look at my pretty boy“ you cooed „Always so prepared for his mistress, hm?“

You watched him breathe deeply, eyes closed in bliss. You couldn‘t take it anymore, leaning down to lick up the little pool of precum and Remus jerked violently, not expecting your mouth.

„Oh“ he gasped, forcing himself to lay still as you wrapped you lips around the tip, suckling softly. „Oh, mistress“ he groaned.

You pulled away with a pop and crawled over the impatient boys lap. Both of you moaned and you slowly took him in, a high pitched sound escaping you when you felt every ridge and bumb of his cock inside of you. Remus stretched his arms over his head, baring his throat to you and you just moaned at the sight, panting hard when you rode him fast.

God, the way he laid there and let you do anything to him without a single complain made you want to make him cum so hard he‘d forget his name. Remus was laying there so openly and vulnerable, a position no teenage boy in his right mind would initiate. But Remus relished in it, having no qualms about gifting his all to you.

„Touch me“ you cried out when you felt a familiar hot sensation in your belly „touch me Remus“

Remus instantly wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you down to pound up inside of your cunt. The pace was fast as you pushed against each other like horny teenagers who had just found out about orgasm.

„Gonna cum“ Remus whined and kissed you „Please!“

„Cum“ you cried out, grinding down harshly and the sensation of your clit ribbing against his pubic bone made you cum hard. Remus pulled you tighter to his body and he spilled himself inside of your greedy hole, whining and writhing beneath you the entire time.

Laying there you made out some more, licking and sighing into each others mouth wetly.

„See what that fucking skirt does to me?“ you breathed, biting his lip in warning when Remus laughed.

„Now you know how I feel, ma‘am.“

[dizzydancingdreamer]

The Calm in The Storm | Stephen Strange

Hey lovelies, happy Sunday! I deviated from my requests today as I was feeling kinda down. I'm adding it to the master list because I used the prompt. This is pretty self indulgent-- still a reader insert but just what I was feeling for a good part of the day. I really hope this gives you a sense of peace like it did for me-- All my love!

Appetizers (Tags): Fluff, a smidgen of angst at the beginning

Entres (Pairing): Stephen Strange x F!Reader (Third person)

Sides (Prompts): 8: “Look, it’s me, I’m here, deal with it. Let’s move on.”

Notes: Requested by: me LOL

Word Count: 1.4k

Dinner at Dizzy’s Master List

The water pours over her head, rolling down the curve of her spine and the slope of her chest, completely engulfing her in the warm water. She can’t tell if she’s still crying— or if she ever was to begin with. She feels numb. Overworked and burnt out. That kind of melancholic exhaustion that sets in after a long day of feeling everyone else’s emotions alongside her own. She’s tired.

She lolls her head onto the cool tiles, closing her eyes as the water now streams over her lashes, catching for a moment before dropping to her feet with the rest and swirling down the drain. The stream passes her lips on the way, gliding down her chin, and she wishes she could work up the energy to move away. Sighing she cracks an eye open, glancing at the bottles lining the shelf. The thought of having to wash her hair— of raising her arms from their slumber at her sides— makes her want to scream.

“Need some help, baby?”

She jolts up— something which makes every rusty joint in her body groan in protest— whipping her head to the side where a familiar head pokes past the curtain.

“Stephen, you scared me.” She sighs— again— letting some of the tension melt from her shoulders.

The water is still pouring over her, catching on her limbs and waterfalling off of them, exposing every curve in intricate detail. If it were any other day she would wrap her arms around her chest, her cheeks blooming with heat and embarrassed. Right now, though, she can’t do more than press her lips together, watching as the man watches her, a deep crease forming between his dark brows. His crystal eyes are filled with worry, big and shining. It makes her own chest bubble, her magic drawn to his emotions. She sighs. All she can do is sigh.

He doesn’t say anything for a few moments and soon the sound of the shower running is not enough— not enough to cover the heavy silence— which leads her to murmur through the rushing water. “What are you doing in here?”

He blinks as though finally remembering he has a purpose other than interrupting his girl’s shower, ducking his head back from the curtain. She almost questions him— I’m serious, Steph, what are you doing— until she hears the latch of his buckle and the sound of his jeans pooling with a thud on the ground. Oh. Finally some of the heat pools in her face. He’s joining her. On cue he shuffles the curtain back open, lithe body on display as he steps in next to her.

“Steph—” He pulls her wet body to his chest, leaning down to wrap his corded arms under her own, pressing her against his body until she’s staring at his lean chest.

“Look, it’s me, I’m here, deal with it—” he mumbles softly as his jaw nuzzles against her temple, beard scratching at her skin— “let’s move on. Not leaving you alone, okay?”

Somehow his skin is warmer than the water, his hands splaying against her spine, slightly shaky but entirely him. His skin against hers is blissful— both to her and to him. She can feel his aura settle as his lips press against her temple, the anxiety lacing it dying away. In turn her own, overextended soul takes a breath. The relief makes her head drop against his chest, her forearms settling next to her head. The movement of his shoulders slouching— the final click of his energy settling back into the calm flow that it usually is— is like balm to her stiff body.

“You could have told me.” Her skin pinches at the dull ache in his words and skin.

She runs her nose across his sternum, lips moving against his now dripping skin, catching a few of the droplets. “You have enough on your plate as it is, Mr. Sorcerer Supreme. Didn’t want to add more to that— your job’s more important.”

His protest hums in his chest immediately, his chest rumbling beneath her cheek as she turns her head to meet his blue eyed stare. “Don’t say that. All I do is fight, baby— you keep the team together. You really think I could do the emotions thing all the time like that? I didn’t become a therapist for a reason.”

She pats his chest, her skin prickling with his attempts at humor, clearly meaning to ease her magic with his own emotions— a mixture of concern and love. “Oh I know, honey.”

“Hey—” he chides, his voice and aura remaining light as he chuckles— “rude.”

She giggles, sagging more of her weight against him as his nose shuffles through her sopping hair, his own breathy chuckles joining hers.

“You love me.”

Stephen doesn’t have to answer for her to know it’s true— she can feel it. It exudes from every part of him, strengthening when she suggests it and curling around her body in a fog of warmth and sweetness. Not all emotions have scents— thankfully— but this one does. Stephen Strange loving her smells like picking strawberries in the august heat. Like sun kissed skin and tarte lips. If she weren’t looking at him now, watching the shower stream soak his skin, she would think she’s on a farm— it’s wonderful.

His lips pull up higher, his trembling hands dancing up her back. “More than anything— turn around.”

She scrunches her nose at the tall man. “Why?”

He rolls his eyes in return. “Do you have to question everything?”

“I’m dating you.” She deadpans and he laughs again, chest shaking and aura lighting up at her gentle teasing.

“Rude again—” he leans down further and her fingers search up instinctively, scratching through the hair on his face— “but fair. You were looking at my shampoo a minute ago. I want to wash your hair, sweetheart.”

As soon as he says it she can feel the flick of nervous energy pulling at her magic. She knows why his aura shifts— even without her abilities she would have been thinking about it alongside him. His hands. They’ve had the conversations before— she’d love him without hands, let alone with hands that shake, and she makes sure to tell him that as much as he needs. Still, he’s always been conscious of them. She doesn’t blame him but she hates how uncomfortable he gets, his energy darkening— like there are spiders crawling over his skin and, by default, hers. It’s the worst feeling and she would do anything to take it away for him.

She passes him a soft smile. “You don’t have to, Steph.”

His heart jumps, aura spiking and pink flashing behind her eyes, the sweet strawberry scent magnifying. “I know— I want to. Turn, baby.”

She doesn’t protest any further, spinning in his hold— she doesn’t want to make him feel like he can’t do it. She knows he can. Perhaps with a little less dexterity and a little more focus than her own fingers could do it but that’s part of what makes her so desperately in love with him. She knows at one point those hands were sought after. They were practically life giving. She wants him to know that they still are— that everytime he touches her it feels like her entire being is being lit up. Even when they’re simply shuffling through her hair.

Reaching around her, firm chest pressing into her back, he grabs the bottle. She can hear him squeeze some of the woodsy scented soap into his hands before setting the bottle back down. Her body thrums in anticipation, her skin electrified and scalp prickling. The first touch of his hands smoothing against her hair has her sighing one last time— this time though it’s from delight. From the pleasure that melts across her bones and has her tipping her neck against his collarbone. His fingers— while a tad quivery— are heaven against her. He is heaven.

She has to tell him.

Outstretching her hand behind her, she blindly finds his neck, her fingers curling around his skin and massaging lightly. “Hey, Stephen?”

“Yeah, baby?” She can hear the focus in his voice— feel his determination edging green into her magic— and she pushes her head further into his hold, fingers tightening.

“Thank you for being the calm in my storm.” She pauses, waiting for the jolt of his heart again, her lips pulling into a blissed out grin before adding— “I love you.”

He doesn’t say anything but when she breathes in all she smells is strawberry jam and sunny days— his way of saying I love you too.

[sugarylawliet]

can I request light dating L’s younger sister (if that’s ok with you)

YEAH :D made them headcanons i hope that's cool

warnings: a makeout scene lol

- When L realized that he didn't have anyone on his intelligence level that was fully on his side, he decided to bring you onto the investigation and invited you to headquarters, as not only could he 100% trust you, he knew you were as smart as him.

- However, his hopes of having someone as smart as him on his side to help him were soon diminished when he noticed how close you and Light were to each other.

- You and Light weren't dating at first, in fact you would never even consider dating the man your brother suspected as Kira. however, at work, you couldn't deny the deep sexual tension between the two of you. His touch would linger too long when he placed his hand on your hip to move past you, his touch was soft when he handed you documents, he often spoke low and directly into your ear. He was quite the persuasive man when he wanted to be, and you soon found yourself falling for the man you thought you hated.

- When L noticed the tension between you and Light, of course, he wasn't pleased, but he didn't bring it up with light right away. He decided that, regretfully, it may be useful as Light might entrust you with information about Kira, at least for now.

- However, he didn't tell you that, of course. He often chastised you when the two of you were alone, reminding you that Light is absolutely Kira and I need to protect my little sister from evil.

- While it was true that you couldn't deny the suspicion and circumstantial evidence against Light, you defended yourself by telling L that you're grown and don't need him to look after you, that you can think for yourself.

- "If you could really think for yourself, you wouldn't be dating Kira," He sighs, "I really thought better of you, Y/N. Fooled by attractiveness and charm? That's not the detective I know."

- "I am not fooled by anything, L. Can't you just stay out of my personal life? And we're not even dating, anyway."

- Well, that would change with time as the weeks went on, Light had asked you out privately and, against every bone in your body, his soft hazel eyes and the purr in his voice were always too enticing, seeping into your emotions and pulling out the answer he wanted. You accepted.

- While nobody else on the task force was quite observant of your mannerisms enough to suspect you and light of being a couple, except for maybe Matsuda, that hopeless romantic, as the investigation continued, the task force spent most of their lives together, even residing in and sleeping in the new headquarters, and thus it became harder to be so subtle with your boyfriend. Typically the two of you kept PDA outside of work, however nowadays there really wasn't a personal life, only the Kira investigation.

- This of course ticked L off to no end.

- He would often shoot glances and dirty looks if you even went near Light. Light would often call you over to ask your opinion about something he was looking at on the computer, and everytime you leaned over him or placed a hand on his shoulder, L, sitting next to light, scowled audibley. you rolled your eyes, wondering if anyone else noticed the tension between the three of you.

- In private moments, Light sometimes brought up your brother.

- "Hm, I wonder what Ryuzaki would think of you like this, all over me..."

- "Hah, what would Ryuzaki think, his little innocent sister in love with me, the man he suspects of being a mass murderer."

- It seemed Light got off on the thought....

- Of course, as one of the greatest detectives in the world (second only to your arrogant brother but still above your bratty heirs), you had your suspicions and doubts about Light Yagami, however somehow they always seemed unimportant when he walked into the room; they melted away when he kissed you and they outright didn't matter when he touched you. You somehow always managed to push them aside.

- Soon enough, Light trusted you enough to reveal that he was Kira, however you decided not to tell your brother. It's not like you were on Kira's side, in fact at this point you found yourself on neither man's side. You wanted your brother to win and Kira to lose, of course, but you were also involved with Light and casually decided not to tell L about Light's confession. You rationalized it in your mind by thinking that if L was worthy of his title, he would prove Light to be Kira without your help.

- One evening when the rest of the task force went out to order food for everyone, you and Light volunteered to stay at headquarters to guard the place and get some more work done. This plan obviously was disregarded soon after everyone else left in favor of straddling Light in his chair and making out.

- Light bucks his hips upwards, earning a sharp gasp from you. You moan slightly, beginning to roll your hips and grind into him.

- You break the kiss, Light deciding to kiss your neck instead while you talked, "Light, they'll be back... what if they walk in?"

- Light smirks against your neck, grabbing your butt to push you harder to grind against his crotch, causing you to moan. He chuckles, "You say that, but you sound like you sure don't wanna stop."

- "Light, what if they see..."

- "Let them," He continues nipping at your neck as his hands move to your hips, encouraging you to keep rolling against him "Let Ryuzaki see his innocent little sister desperate in Kira's lap, at my mercy..."

- Let's just say both Soichiro and L were not so pleased when they walked in. Matsuda, however, was squealing like a little girl about "young love"

- You hopped off of Light right away and returned to your work as if nothing happened, but the tension in the room was undeniable. And as Soichiro scolded his son about "acting professional in the workplace", L called you into the other room for a talk.

- After a joking threat to send you back to the Wammy house, you agreed to not date Light anymore, however that of course didn't happen, you only limited your PDA with him in front of L.

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Request: Could u do one where y/n is a stripper but her and Harry are already together. So Harry and his friends all know y/n works at the strip club because she’s Harry girl and they all go up there and she gives him a lap dance?? Idk I just need something dirty😂✋🏽

Disclaimer: Public infatuation, spitting and teasing.

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Do you ever see shit crumbling down infront of your eyes and said, "fuck it." before taking the step that could have a ominous impact on your life? Perhaps Y/N did the same. When she couldn't pay for her UNI she started working at a club as a waitress, scrubbing the awful stickiness of beers and alchol wasn't a nightmare for her at least.

She always admired the girls outdoing themselves on stage, something so fascinating about having men on the tip of their shoes and emptying their pockets just to have a watch of mere skin.

One night when the clock striked past 2 am and the club had barely three people her friend ushered her on the stage, it wasn't sexy and eroticaly mind blogging. She was trying to have fun (she's very socially akward and have a stage phobia). Rather, cute as she danced in her pink skirts and showy apron not caring when her headband slid down as she spinned around the pole with loud giggles.

What took her gasp away was a beautiful man sitting in the corner dimmed away from the bashing lights of the room. Hand adorned in gems and jewels wrapped around the crystal glass of beer as he sat man-spreading in a black suit, a white shirt underneath that gives the glimpse of his tattoos and an evident smirk of ferver for her that made her tummy scorch.

"Y/N!" The bartender shouted for her, "Take this order for the table 22, quick." She tumbles down two stairs hastily and it takes out a chuckle from his lips, his eyes following her constantly. The glass of another bevy is for none other than the man with emarld eyes and chocolate curls.

She approaches him with a bicker between her mind and heart to shut the fuck up, as she slides the glass infront of him without glancing up at him.

"Y'dance gorgeously." His voice sultry and so so supple she couldn't belive it came out from him. "Uhm thank you . . . but 'm not what you're thinking 'm." She fumbles with her apron back treating slowly and he raises his brows not in amusement but in acknowledgement puffering out his bottom red lip she oh so gonna think about whole night.

"Doesn't matter, eh." She nods, "like somethin' else?" Her smile. Harry think her smile lit up his previous grumpy mood and his eyes falls over her shoes, he didn't like that they were literally about to thread into patches.

"Nope. Jus' headin' out, take care, love." Fuck him. There's no way she wouldn't imagine about him, being there in her dainty loft.

He left a bunch of cash as her tip and it made her all blushy.

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Their next encounter was rather funny. Bumping into eachother at a grocery shop and her collection of junk food, cans of sweet sodas and candies went flying infront of him making her feel giddy that what he'd think about him? A child of five ready to go back to school?

His apologies were cut short when he sees it's her and his eyes went glowy. She's completely a different person when not under the blazing lights, so soft and clean wearing a cream coloured sweater, curdoury lilac pants and spectacles perched atop her bunny nose.

Him in a rolling stones tee and slacks.

"Y'alright, there?" He asks her with a brush to her elbow and she nods, "oh, Mr. Gucci pants?" That was the point where their love story started not a clićhe one but Harry's head over heels for her to this day. She calls him Gucci pants to annoy him cause his trousers that had a visible gucci label on the hem of them.

Then after few months of them hanging out and their first kiss she got to know that he's the owner of the club she fucking works at. She didn't know what to do, is that okay to date something out of your status and league? Even boss? She ghosted him for weeks and realized that how much she missed him. His thoughts didn't seem to leave her mind at all, his lips and kisses.

They've a most healthy relationship, he doesn't stop her from working at club as a waitress neither does he feels remorseful when she gets angry for paying her extra replying with cheekiness, "can't wait to have our bank accounts together, i like to give y'me lovin' sweet bug."

Their sex life's a proper satisfaction for both of them, Harry's such a caring domineering to her and it makes her cry sometimes when she floats into her sub-space. She loves to have him inside her after rough nights and to have sex in the morning getting sticky due to him hardening while still inside her.

She's public shy so they never try anything outside (harry respects her boundaries and gives her space whenever she needs some) but giving him a blowjob in his car doesn't seem that scary, does it? And the fact she loves to keep him warm and wet in her mouth everytime. He exposed her to the world of sex toys and how to use them, she was hesitant in the start but now loves to play with herself while he caresses his cock infront of her.

She hates being tied up! Always wants to touch him and feel his velvety skin. He ties up when she's being a bad puppy.

She loves when he fucks her from behind on her knees studying and sometimes she likes him harsh too, to be pounded raw, it makes her panties soak with yearn to have him.

But, in general he's all pet names and kisses. Gifting her silks and making her matchas. Cuddles and hugs from behind. Though, he likes to be a small spoon with his face tucked between her squishy tits and likes to have back rubs by her when the work gets a load on him.

Today though she'd like to come out of her cocoon and do something bold to show him that she wanna put the same effort to turn him on as he does. She doesn't know that her only presence stiffens his dick.

Harry was along his friends in his usual spot away from the bustling crowd when the patter of heels distracted them making their heads perk up, "would you guys like something?" She asks them and Nialler who's already miffed bad hiccups, "another bevy fo' me." She rolls her eyes at him sticking her tongue out.

"Then fetch one for yourself." While they bickered Harry admired his girl. The curve of her peach and her fleshy thighs, the stocking she's wearing doing nothing to satiate his burn to fuck her right now on these tables infront of everyone. "Anddd what'd you like to 've, Sir." She dips her knee between his thighs near his crotch whispering sultry-ly in his ear and pressing her wet lips against his earlobe on purpose.

"You." He smiles bashfully running his hands under her skirt and thighs giving it lil smack making her squeal softly, "'m all yours to take." She smooches a kiss to his mouth and presses her panties clad cunt against his man-spread moaning subtly when he groped her ass to assist her in humping him.

"Get a room you guys!!" Their friends hollered and Harry was quick to take Y/N's hand leading her to a private room, "On the sofa legs spread fo' me." She doesn't listen to him and pushes him down instead crawling up his lap.

"No." She tries to use the most intimidating voice, "what? You sound like a kitten, baby." He teases her letting his fingers linger over her garter and she hisses when he snaps it. She pins his wrists between them telling him grumpy-ly, "I - said - no." Her neck stretches giving Harry more skin to plant kisses as she brought his hand to cup them against her pussy.

"Wanna fuck me 'n d'the dirty work yourself? Go on then." He murmures grazing her collarbones with his teeth and palms her chest, stroking the perked nipple again and again to make her wet than she already's. Except of undressing him herself she orders him because she's too far gone to do anything other than have his cock pounding inside her, "Undress." When he does so she wraps her hand around his huge prick and taps his cherry lips with her fingers.

Pulling at his foreskin for some time and coating it perfectly with his own pre-come she sides her panties with shaky fingers and sinks down on him completely, she loves this position. In this way he feels too big inside her, deep to her tummy and could embrace eachother cosily.

"This's what you wanted? To fuck yourself with me prick, to keep it forever inside you?" He grabs her from sides helping her ride him and she hugs his shoulders whimpering with each languid stroke of his thickness against her spongy walls, "yes, yes, yes." His balls slaps against her bum and she squeezes around him with a cry.

He tuts in a mean voice, "Look how 've turned me sweet innocent Y/N into a filthy girl whose cunt's always drippin' with me cum." Her hairline beads with sweat and she muffles her moans by bitting him, he yanks her.

"Let everybody listen how hard ye're bein' pounded." He growls spanking her ass to a plump redness, groping her asscheeks to push harder and it makes her squirt around him.

"More, more, please more." She says in a soft hoarseness thighs quaking around his waist from exhaustion and he chuckles kissing her temple rolling her sensitive clit with the pad of thumb to make her cum, "oh! Harry — " This time she moans without holding back and when she doesn't stop moving Harry takes the hint.

"Bug you're gettin' tired." He flips them. Pressing her thigh against the back of couch with a tight grip of his hands around, so tight it'll leave imprints. Looking down a whimper slips from his throat at the sight of her widely spread for him and her pussy lips wrapped around his rock hard cock, though the sofa is already ruined with their wetness he spits where they're connected.

The dirty, sloppy wet noises of them turns him on so bad and he laps at her nipples like a kitten would do drilling inside her vigorously it makes her gasp in pleasure, moan and cry his name.

She rakes her nails down his spine when he grinds down at her in rough circles, "I'm gonna cum." She cries out cramping around him and their bones rattles with each pound she receives from him.

"Come fo' me darlin', gonna count to three — " He caresses her jaw, kissing her again and again face expression bundling up with the wave of pleasure that's about fluid over him as she thrashes under him, head on the sofa and torso stretching out, "fuck, fuck, fuck." He mutters unloading inside of her in sticky white ribbons that spill out of her because he came alot.

Taking a breather they untangle themselves a little and she whispers snuggling into his neck, "might think we could crash at this sofa tonight." Wrapping her calves around him like a koala.

"But, 'm hungry too." She giggles when her stomach grugled angrily.

"Let's clean up and get fish 'n chips from the next shop." He pets her head.

"Amazing!" She chirps.

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