#if i could have just inserted the entire look my way music video I would have

[birdy-babe]

Stolas' tragically captivating anguish

There's something so poetic about being so beautiful while so full of sorrow

[zorosleftshoe]

Hiyaa, can I request a Colby Brock x fem!reader? :))

So basically you are chilling on his bed scrolling through TikTok (the trap house) meanwhile Colby is in the shower, when he finishes he only comes out the bathroom with a towel around his waist making his V-line noticeable and teases you with his abs, muscles etc. And maybe things can get a little heated? It’s fine if your not comfortable writing that so it could just be pure fluff but I have quiet hope 😅❤️

Take your time <33

Temptations - (c.b)

Pairing: Colby Brock x fem!reader

Warnings: smut!, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks!), p in v sex, fingering, minors dni

“Dayday, I’m gonna play this music video for you, look.” The tiktok plays quietly through my phone before the familiar melody of ‘WAP’ begins to play. I continue to scroll through the account, stopping every so often to watch a Tiktok here and there, before I hear the shower turn off.

“Baby, you gotta come watch these TikToks!” I say loudly hoping Colby can hear me through the closed door. As if on cue the bathroom door opens and he steps out. When I catch sight of him I inhale deeply.

His hair is dripping and hanging loosely around his face as he uses his hand to shake it out. The black towel hangs loosely around his hips so his v-line is on full display. I can feel my heart rate begin to pick up as my eyes take in the sight in front of me. The way his skin is glistening with the dampness of the water and the way the towel is sitting just right has me squeezing my thighs together to gain some much needed friction.

“Everything okay over there?” I tear my eyes away from his bare torso to meet the blue eyes already staring at me. “You look a little distracted.” I can tell by the smirk on his face that he knows what he’s doing. He takes a few steps towards me and leans down so his lips are dangerously close to my own.

“Colby.” The warning goes unheard as he closes the gap between us and his lips meet mine. The kiss is slow as he takes his time maneuvering his body over mine on the bed but once he does I can feel his teeth drag across my bottom lip. It was never a battle for dominance with Colby. He would lead and I would succumb to his demands by following. As he pulls back his teeth drag my lip with it only to release it with a soft pop as he moves his hands to the hem of my shirt. “It’s entirely unfair that one of us has more clothes than the other.”

“Mhm.” I hum out as he discards the shirt somewhere in the darkened room. His lips are on mine again as his fingers dig hungrily into my sides and I suppress the moan that nearly escapes through my parted lips.

“Let me hear those pretty little sounds.” His fingertips are dug into my sides to the point I know I’ll have bruises but all I can focus on is the heat of his kisses being pressed against my neck. The way he lingers in one spot long enough before moving to the next. How he nibbles lightly on the skin before sucking deliciously at the sensitive spot he knows all too well and the warmth between my thighs becoming unbearable due to the lack of friction.

“Colby, please.” He nips at my neck once more before I can feel his calloused hand creep up my hip to the flesh of my ribs. “Touch me.” It’s a breathless plea but it falls on deaf ears as Colby’s mouth is still attached to the exposed skin of my neck. “Colbs.” Moving his hands from my rib, he uses his pointer finger to trace the nub of nipple earning a moan in response.

“There she is.” He states proudly. Only looking up at me for a second before leaning closer to my exposed chest and taking my other nipple between his lips.

“Baby.” I whine as he flicks his tongue against the hardened nub and twitch under his touch. He uses his free hand to nudge my underwear down and spread my legs open further to grant him more access.

He teases my entrance with his finger before gently easing it inside. My breathing picks up as he pumps his finger a few times before inserting another and picking up the pace. My soft moans fill the room as his fingers edge me closer and closer to my climax. He uses his thumb to circle the sensitive bud of nerves and I can feel myself getting close.

“I’m close.” He raises his head to lock eyes with me and presses his lips against mine.

“Cum for me, angel.” As the bubbling feeling in my stomach becomes overwhelming I feel myself overcome with pure bliss. “Are you okay, love?” I nod my head before unwrapping the towel from his waist and watching his cock spring free to slap against his stomach. I take him in my hand and pump him a few times before teasing my entrance with his tip. He hisses at the sensation and gently pushes through my folds. “So tight.” He says softly. He stalls for a moment before thrusting all the way in and I let out a cry of a pleasure.

“Don’t stop.” And he obliges. He picks up speed as I lean my head to side and lightly bite into his bicep. He whimpers at contact but continues thrusting into me at a quick pace. I can feel my climax fast approaching as my walls clench around him. “Mm. Love you.” As he pounds into me I reach my second climax and arch up into him. His thrust become sloppy as he reaches his own climax and he collapses onto my chest. I use my hand to brush the hair out his eyes and he smiles up at me before leaning close and connecting our lips.

“You okay? Do you need anything?” I shake my head and wrap my arms around his bare shoulders. “Just cuddles?” Silence answers his question as we lie there in each others arms.

*I don’t usually write smut and I think it shows, so please be gentle with me lol also, the tiktoks that I based this off of are from the account jay.geig18 on Tiktok. Highly recommend watching them if you don’t!

[genericpuff]

welp, i finished the Dawntrial MSQ last night

it was

uh.

i actually enjoyed a lot of the things people were complaining about in the beginning, because while i could understand their criticisms, to me its flaws felt like something it would grow past as it was establishing a new foundation for a new story, which was what was promised to us, and obviously that's gonna require slowing down the pacing and lowering the stakes, which is fine!

but then the second half of the MSQ hit and i just-

on paper it should have been amazing

on paper i should have fucking loved it

but in execution, i stg trying to finish the lvl 98-100 MSQ took years off my life, even tho the majority of them took me a single night to beat, it still felt like it both overstayed its welcome and also did way too little with what it was trying to present us with

i know this is vagueposting because i don't wanna spoil, but man. "divisive" is definitely a word to describe the Dawntrail MSQ with, especially considering how many people were telling me "it gets better in the second half!" and again, I thought the first half of it wasn't as bad as people were saying, so I was HYPED for the second half, and instead I was brutally disappointed by what I got instead u.u

that said, the dungeon and trial gameplay mechanics are great, when the expansion remembers that it is in fact a video game it does it really well, it's just unfortunately not often enough for it to make up for the sloggy pacing of the story

the music is a bop, there are a couple tracks that i was a little eeeh on because they just felt really saccharine in a way that just clashed entirely with the tone of XIV and made me want to throw my headphones in the garbage, but the majority of the soundtrack was otherwise really well done, soken was really channelling his inner david wise here with the donkey kong vibes LOL but there are some somber tracks that are great too, there's a lot of range here in the soundtrack that should be appreciated despite the odd cringe track

environment design was solid, there were some zones that were questionable in their design because some of them felt pitifully empty despite promising bustling populations (looking at you, Tuliyollal and Solution Nine >:x)

but man , the last zone was brutal and that sucks because again, on paper, the concept SHOULD have been awesome, but ultimately it's still relying on the exact same plot devices in the past (insert lost civilization whose previous inhabitants/rulers are hellbent on keeping it alive even at the expense of current civilizations here) and the gameplay itself deadass forgot it's a game because there isn't a SINGLE instance of necessary combat or gameplay during all of it and so when the final quest (as per tradition, named "Dawntrail") finally pops up, it's like wait what ? that's it?? thankfully the last quest has both a dungeon and trial in it but it feels less like thought out design and more like the game devs remembering they had to actually include some gaming in their video game at the last minute LOL

i think the extra burden of directing FF XVI definitely caught up to Yoshi-P on this one, as well as the budgeting problems that still exist from COVID, and the fact that much of that budget clearly went to overall QOL changes like the graphics engine getting an almost complete rehaul (even in the previous expansions which is. a lot of work. like they want to re-texture ALL of the gear in this game and THAT'S A LOT, literally thousands of items!). where this expansion wins, it wins big, but those wins aren't enough to carry an overall lackluster experience that drags itself out way too fucking long for its own good. the story could have absolutely used a few more rounds in the writing room, if they couldn't afford more voice acted scenes then they should have simply just cut down on the amount of cutscenes, and i think the devs need to seriously ask themselves if the Trust system is worth dragging the Scions back into every adventure even when they have nothing to do (and it shows). like idk, just spitballing here, but the Trust system might be a good chance to re-introduce the GC squadrons, no? maybe go back to the roots a little bit and buff up the stuff that could still have a lot more life if given a chance?

anyways my experience with DT has been about a 6/10 and that score in the end will depend on how the patch quests go over the next couple years, I still prefer it over Stormblood (fr fuck SB lol) but it definitely feels like it's trying too hard to be like EW and ShB while missing what made EW and ShB so good in the first place (or acknowledging why its flaws were forgivable within the context of their respective designs, like yeah EW's pacing was iffy too but it at least had a lot more going on in it to justify it, DT is just grasping at straws by comparison). and in that sense it winds up being a lot more like ARR, where it's just kind of lost in what it's trying to do and creates a worse experience by the end. hopefully like with ARR back in the day the devs will figure out it's time to shake things up and try something new without using the old as a crutch.

[danielmndoza]

[DANIEL MENDOZA. 30. CIS MALE. HE/HIM] is here! They’ve lived in Asbury Park for [30 YEARS] and are originally from [ASBURY PARK, NEW JERSEY]. They are a [RECORD STORE OWNER/MANAGER AT GROOVY GRAVEYARD] and in their downtime love [WRITING SONGS FOR HIS D&D GROUP] and [FALLING ASLEEP TO PODCASTS]. They look a lot like [SEAN TEALE] and live in [SUNCREST]. The song that makes people think of them the most is [UNDER PRESSURE BY QUEEN].

FOLKS!! [clap] it is time for me to round out my promise and present idiot #2. strap in.

meet DANNY.

going to do this in bullet points because his story is a lot less linear than kacey's and also ??? i feel like it ??? ok

people know him as either daniel or danny, both is fine, he'll even respond to dan or "hey you guy" because honestly he Hates Confrontation

oldest child, was always used to bearing the brunt of responsibility. it was kind of like his siblings could do no wrong but any minor mistake he made was scrutinized

his family runs a restaurant and fully expected him to take it over. him and his siblings all worked there since they were teens, and when he saw the opportunity to break out in the form of buying his dream shop (groovy graveyard) he took it, along with his former best friend. they bought it together after the old owner with no next of kin passed on

his dad was very upset by this and no longer speaks to him, his mom tries to still keep in touch quietly without his dad knowing

his siblings, despite danny being the scapegoat, he loves very much and would do anything for them. in my head he's very close with his little sister. he used to be close to his younger brother but they've fallen out of touch a bit. his brother is the one that ended up taking the restaurant over and has taken on the role of "stepping up" so there's probably a bit of tension over that

danny generally assumes people have good intentions. this gets him into hot water more often than not, especially in the case of his business. probably the happiest moment of his life was acquiring his store, but he enlisted the help of his friend in order to do that. his friend, who, embezzled all of the funds for the business and disappeared for a year afterwards. the friend is no longer on the paperwork, but they still haven't paid danny back for the money they stole, either. the store nearly closed over it, and danny hasn't forgotten nor forgiven them for it.

in love he's very loyal, almost to a fault. he had the same girlfriend all through high school until she went away for college and cheated on him. since then his relationships have been a series of falling for someone very quickly, thinking the world of them, and the relationship turning out to not be what he thought. ok listen ill just say it, 500 days of summer-core

he's a huge dork. really into music and writes songs and stuff, so you would think he would be a Cool Guy. and I guess maybe he is and can seem that way, but hiding underneath that vintage leather jacket is like, an entire sleeve of Magic the Gathering cards and ideas for his 79th new D&D homebrew campaign.

also loves video games, board games, and weird shit. i think he had an ex at one point who was super into astrology (insert "someone cooked here" meme) and he actually learned a lot about it, he just likes learning about things in general. very open minded. will gladly talk to you about the denver airport if you ask

CONNECTION IDEAS;

the big one is obviously his ex friend who stole money and nearly ruined his business, i will probably offer that as a wc but in case anyone saw that and it fit into their bio i'm slapping it down here

siblings will also be a wc, but i'm open to other family! cousins, or that thing of like where you grow up around each other so you feel like family? the fake cousins at the neighborhood barbecue

all the exes, but especially his first love that broke his heart

friends!! all the friends. some ideas - regular customers at the groovy graveyard, a long time best friend who has stayed close with him and helped him through the mess with his other former best friend, his D&D group and other friends he games with (please i beg) and anything else you can think of

for rival/antagonistic connections, i'd love people who have been bad influences on his siblings in some way.

oh!! he is a cat dad so any other cat people RISE UP ok but no really maybe they debated the pros and cons of automatic feeders one time at the grocery store

ALSO I FORGOT TO ADD HE NEEDS ROOMMATES !!!!

that's all for now but im always open for plotting out other things!! sorry this is so messy i just really wanted to get this up so i could start writing ok ok

[embervoices]

Pondering with my partner which of my many interests are such deeply ingrained Fandoms that I'd seriously consider tattooing some symbol of them onto my body somewhere. Things that induced so much hyperfixation they took over my brain for huge swathes of time, not just in intensity, but also endurance.

I immediately thought of four, thought two of them could be smooshed together, thought of another fourth, and fifth, and then pondered whether those should be smooshed together...

Gaiman: Sandman, Good Omens, American Gods, Neverwhere, Stardust, etc. Henson: Muppets, Fraggles, Dark Crystal, Labyrinth, Storyteller, etc.

But then that overlaps with the Frouds...

Legend of Zelda

Dragon Age

Alice in Wonderland/Looking Glass

I will likely never actually put most of these on my body, if only because I tend to avoid the assumption of permanence by default. But I have found myself trying to figure out how I would design tattoos for them many times. Perhaps another anklet, like the one for my too-many gods, but looking like jewelry instead of nature, with charms for each fandom? Something relatively subtle.

The thing is, everything on this list except Dragon Age has lasted multiple decades so far, and I've written well over 400k words of DA fanfic most of which self-insert, so I feel safe saying that one will stick, too.

Still, Star Trek: The Next Generation, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer were both intensely important to me in adolescence, and I'll never give up the swag I have for them, but I don't find myself pondering tattoos for them. Though if I went the charm anklet route, I probably would add the TNG symbol.

And the Lord of the Rings movies were at least as invasive, but it was fleeting, if only because I quickly found that, for all the enchantment, I was kind of miserable from it. Like eating fairy fruit. I just felt bereft whenever I paused to look up. It's not good for me, so I put it down.

I seem to put back down the fandoms where I'm very steeped in one particular branch, but don't want to dig into the entire franchise? Like, Batman: The Animated Series, but I never got into the comics, or indeed, LotR and ST:TNG. Star Wars is definitely on that list, and Doctor Who, Babylon 5. Sci Fi has to fight harder for my love than Fantasy, I know, but it's also how big the universe already is when I arrive, and how much pushback I get from those already steeped in it? I guess, sometimes I see that bigger universe and want to dive in. Sometimes I see that bigger universe and decide I don't feel like drowning today. I don't know.

On the other hand, I have never balked at taking on the Addams Family, but it has never felt like a deep love, the same way, no matter how many times I return to it. It's always a joyful return, but it doesn't quite feel like a place I need to live? Miyazaki's work is the same way. I'm unlikely to ever turn down a visit, but it's not home.

And that's just looking at the ones for which there's some video element. What about my book-only loves? My music loves? My art loves? My other collections, like Barbies? Don't they matter, too? Of course they do. But they don't take over my brain to the same degree. Or, at least, not as easily. For all that I'm looking forward to this Barbie movie, I doubt it will plug into my love of collecting the dolls very much.

I don't know. I feel like I should get my relationships with Fandoms more than I do. It's not like I don't have a lifetime of practice, right? But maybe that's the thing - it's so much of my life, it's an endless fractal, and no one level seems to have a clear-cut boundary around it. Each bleeds into the next. I know what is and is not mine, but I don't always know why, or how deep it goes.

[curestardust]

Dust Watched: FLCL: Grunge

Genres: Action, Sci-Fi, Comedy // 3 episodes // S01/02 (x) S03 (x)

Ok, but why?

✧  story  & characters ✧

For the basic set-up, let me just copy-paste this part from an older review:

"As usual, we get to witness a coming-of-age story with a lot of weird space shit and mechas thrown in. Mechanical Mechanica is trying to flatten Earth(?), Haru is doing her thing, seducing people and beating up robots while our main character has shit growing out of his head. As I said, the usual."

The 3 episodes follow Shinpachi, Shonari, and Orinoko individually and every episode is tied together by the events that take place on the final night and of course, Haruko's involvement.

Haruko and MM are doing the same thing they've been doing for the every past entry so let's look at the characters and they're... not very good? Or should I say, they don't have enough time for their stories' ending to feel like they really paid off.

Shinpachi is just chilling. He is the son of a sushi chef and that's literally it. Shonari has the most chaotic 23 minutes of character buildng I've ever seen; from the fact that he is an alien which isn't even explained properly, to his brother being an alcoholic Yakuza member, to his bullying, crush on Orinoko, and I could keep going but won't for spoiler reasons. The pacing in his episode was horrid too and I legitimately had no idea what was going on multiple times (not in a FLCL way, but in a "bad writing" way). Orinoko has a pretty interesting backstory but I didn't like the way they wrapped up her story. Despite the emphasis being on "finding your OWN future", she pretty much gets her final decision made for her by the other two. She doesn't oppose it... but she didn't have agency in it either.

✧  art  ✧

Hooooo boy. The fact that it's CGI will already turn a lot of people off but as someone who's watched a few this show is UGLY. I cracked up at the first close up shot of Haruko. She looks so bad, oh my word.

The animation is all over the place quality wise too. It does have a few nice enviromental shots. Some of the character designs were quite creative (and more importantly, worked as 3D models), and I enjoyed the randomly inserted 2D animation shots... although they just looked so much better that I was then disappointed when it went back to the CGI.

Listen, the goofiness, the craziness, the cookiness of FLCL IS here. But the CGI is just hands down not pleasant to look at. Is there worse? Definitely. But geez.

✧  sound ✧

The Pillows is back, and while nostalgia and straight up bangers really carry this whole thing, it carries it *so hard* it almost felt like I was watching an overcomplicated 1.5 hour long music video.

✧  overview ✧

Overall, I didn't hate my (short) time with this but in the end my question is: why? This entire thing felt like an AU for the original. It's references upon references. Which would be fine but it doesn't do anything with it? WHY? We already have the original! Why was this made? Why did it have to be FLCL? A longer runtime wouldn't even have helped here (besides fixing some of the pacing) because I really don't think they had much to say or show that hasn't been done (better) before by the original or even the movie sequels.

Late addition: my score was actually higher as I started writing this coming off the hectic experience of watching... well, any FLCL media, but the aftertaste of this show is worse than I thought it'd be. I had some fun watching it but now the only things I remember are the bad parts.

My Rating: 3.2/10

[laborreguitazul]

Enemy of Mine 

It is the first film that I remember watching.  It was in the 1990s that I remember watching this movie in the ironic brown sofas that have water mills in them through out the sofa design. 

Back in the 1990s we had something called the VCR it is a machine that you would insert a VCR Cassette into it now a days I seen that they sell phone covers that have VCR Cassettes and regular music Cassettes painted on them.  Well these cassettes work by using like a magnetic strip that the machine rollers would read by running the tape through them, eventually cassette rewinders were a thing because it put too much strain on the VCR machine to rewind the video quickly and if you went to a Video Store like BlockBuster which was the most famous one ( I still have my card).  

The Tape Rewinders were in shape of cars sometimes because it honestly sounded like a race car when you did the rewinding! Also if you had the TV on and you rewinded the video or fast forward there were also sounds that were interesting coming out of the TV.  I wish there was a soundtrack of some sort that had the audio sound bits and smells of the 90s. Ah, I miss the old days.

If I could go back to the 90s with the internet we have now, how blessed that would be! I can talk about old school internet more later but mind you that will be a bit of a trigger warning... Eh! Heck my whole existence is a huge TW just be warned about that I am old school I will forget at times to TW you so if you start from now  just be mindful that this post---er no, this whole blog is a whole TW.

Times are tough mainly back in the day. We had to be strong or get eaten up and because we had to keep our heads up high the older we got the more frail our health became because of all that pent up things.

Back to the movie.  I remember that it was the summer time and I really wanted to watch that movie again. I became entirely addicted to the movie and my father wasn’t putting it on so I saw how he put the tape in the VCR, I was in single digits age btw so I put it in and saw the movie about half way my father comes and takes the VCR and hits my face with it and it broke my lip. Mother saw me and yelled at him not to ever do that again they started a fight because of me, I felt like mother was so tall compared to me and my father was a giant bean stock from the cans of corn.  Jolly Green Giant sans the Jolly but of course I am going to remember this film it cost me blood to watch it.

Now the film was in a bootleg VCR because it was very common back then to get things that were bootleg more than now.  

Enemy of Mine  : Story

From what I remember there is this astronaut from our planet that goes to this new planet some how he gets in a hole with the green alien man and the alien man is super preggers like about to bust the seems of his body.  There was a monster that they had to fight before and they teamed up or something and all i remember this hole and inside the alien gave birth.  It really did seem so scary to me that something can be inside of you and then come out and you have to take care of it. I didn't realize that I was one of those things that was inside of my mother and now was out and needed to be raised. 

Then I remember the kid growing up he looked like his alien dad but the human treated him like normal and I remember the kid getting in trouble and that’s about it so now part 2 of this post I will come back after watching the movie and seeing what I think about it now that I am in my 30s not in single digit age.

[jvngkook97]

Leave Me Loving You by Jackson Wang. It can be with any member. My bias is Jungkook hint hint. Instead of like the music video can there be a happy ending? Thank you if you choose mine!! Love your writings<3

LMLY

pairing; waiter!jungkook x gn!reader

genre; angst, fluff

warnings; a toxic ex boyfriend, cursing

w/c; 1,238

a/n; soooo upon the writing process, I did have the LMLY music video in my head for inspiration, but found myself wandering to a different plot line using the music video scene as the setting instead. it still can be interpreted towards the song though? couldn’t find a way to insert the lyrics but felt like it should still be named LMLY. and it has an open ending that maybe I can turn into a second part if that’s what y’all want? let me know! tysm for the request! hope I didn’t disappoint. don’t be a stranger! <3

It’s been nearly 2 months since he last saw you in his parents little whole in the wall restaurant. The only way anyone would know about it would be through word of mouth, usually. Unlike you, who happened to stumble upon it with your boyfriend. Said boyfriend not so subtly whining the entire time being dragged inside through the entrance, triggering the bell above the door to let out a jingle that had Jungkook slinking his way out from the kitchen to see who came in and to take their order.

Sitting down in a booth closest to the door with your then boyfriend, Ryuji, you had to swat said boyfriend in the chest to get him to stop complaining. Giving Ryuji a final look, he decided to listen to you for once, as Jungkook walked up to the side of your booth.

Sighing inwardly, you thanked the gods that he stopped just in time to avoid being embarrassed by the childlike supposedly grown man and his antics. Especially in a public environment.

“Hi, my name is Jungkook and I’ll be your server for this evening. What can I get you two?”

Tongue in cheek, you looked down at the menu. Glancing over it you had no idea what was good and what wasn’t, seeing as it was your first time here, and decided to ask the waiter for his opinion. Looking up at him with a sheepish grin you asked.

“This is actually our first time here, would you mind sharing any suggestions on what to eat, please….” You trailed off having forgot what his name was already, and looked at his name tag. “…Jungkook? Would that be alright?”

Ryuji scoffed to himself looking out the window with his elbow resting on the table, chin in hand, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but there with you. You glared at him out of the corner of your eye, still facing Jungkook, and waiting for his answer.

Jungkook’s eyes shifted to the male that just scoffed out of nowhere and narrowed his eyes slightly. Yeah, he decided right then and there, I don’t like you. Call it gut intuition, or that the guy is obviously just an asshole. All he knows is that you shouldn’t be with a guy like that, you deserved better.

Clearing his throat, he finally answered you back with a few suggestions that fit your likes, when he asked what kind of food you normally prefer. You agreed and he wrote down your order, smiling kindly at you, and turned his attention to your lovely boyfriend, who ignored the waiter, rudely choosing to look down at his phone instead.

You chuckled nervously, cheeks lightly tinted of embarrassment.

“Ryuji.” You said sternly. He ignored you as well, until you kicked him in his shin under the table with a force that made the table slightly shake and your boyfriend jump from the pain clutching his knee and glaring daggers at you.

“Damn, bitch. What?!” He yelled ignorantly. Slamming his hands down on the table, he pushed himself up and awkwardly stood as best as he could in the small booth to make himself look bigger than you.

You flinched at the sudden outburst, slightly curling into yourself and scooting to the edge of the booth in order to make a quick escape if need be. He was in another one of his moods it seemed.

Before things could further escalate, you stood up on shaky legs and decided it was time to go. The mood was ruined and you were thoroughly ashamed of yourself and the situation. Bowing to the waiter respectfully, you apologized profusely.

“I’m sorry, sir. But we’re just going to leave instead. Thank you for your kindness. Have a good day!” His eyebrows furrowed in confusion at your mannerisms. Why should you apologize for that brute? It was obvious this wasn’t an ideal relationship or situation to be in. He doesn’t know what came over him, but all he knew was he wanted to see you smile at him again.

“No problem, ma’am. Next time you come, your meal will be on the house, okay? Take care of yourself.” He then gave you such a warm smile, bowing politely. It made your heart nearly soar out of your chest and your whole body ignite with a feeling you haven’t felt in a long time, you realized.

You walked out the door shortly after your interaction by yourself, leaving your asshole of a boyfriend to fend for himself. Good, he thought, ditch the bitch. Scoffing to himself out loud, Jungkook turned around and walked back into the kitchen without so much as a word. Because why? That kind of human being didn’t deserve any respect.

Once he heard the bell jingle above the door he knew he was once again alone in the restaurant. He couldn’t help but regret not asking for your name as he wallowed in silence. Next time, he vowed, he would make sure he did….and your number.

Time Skip - 2 Months Later

It’s been a hot minute since you’ve been back in town. Having left once you finally freed yourself of your toxic ex, you knew you needed to just get away and find yourself again. Love yourself again. And you never forgot about the kindness that waiter showed you all those months ago.

Dressed in your best casual outfit, you made your way down the familiar street until you saw the sign above the door you’ve been looking for. Taking a deep breath, you exhaled through your nose and gently pushed the door open, hearing that familiar jingle above your head signaling your arrival to all inside.

Taking a seat in the same booth as before, you waited, and hoped that the kind waiter still worked here.

Jungkook was conversing with the cook when he heard the bell jingle. Rolling his neck he sighed loudly and glanced at the clock on the wall to check the time. Only 1 more hour and he would be off and in the comfort of his own room playing video games until an ungodly hour, passing out controller in hand. The usual.

Pushing off the counter he was leaning against, he grabbed the hanging apron off the hook on the wall and tied it around his waist. Clutching pad and pen in hand, he pushed open the kitchen door. Making it a few steps, he merely tripped over and face planted on the floor from locking eyes with you. You looked the exact same, but better. Happier.

Happiness looked good on you.

Collecting himself, he straightened up and walked the last few feet towards you, and stopped in the exact spot he stopped at during your prior visit. Lifting his hand holding the pen, hovering over the pad he went to introduce himself with his normal spiel.

“Hi, my name is–“

“Jungkook.” You stated confidently, with a sweet smile. “I’ve been waiting to see you again. If that free meal is still available, would you like to..” you gestured at the seat in front of you awkwardly, stuttering slightly.

“…..join me?”

Eyes widening from sheer disbelief, he gaped like a fish out of water, before regaining what dignity he had left and answered eagerly. Maybe a little too eagerly.

“I would love to, my shift ends in an hour, if you don’t mind waiting, miss…?” He trailed off purposely fishing for your name, the number would come later, he smirked inwardly.

“Y/N, Y/L/N.”

He repeated your name silently in his head like a mantra.

He liked the sound of that.

[astrohnova]

𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ransom hugh drysdale thrombey x latina!camgirl!reader

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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 Ransom and you have a complicated relationship. But his fucking makes it simple.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 +18 ONLY. IF YOU’RE A MINOR, i’ll kick your ass and also block u. insults, explicit language, smut (sex toy use, filmed sex, filmed masturbation, dumbification, breeding kink, squirting mention, spit play, blowjob, rough sex (all consented tho) creampie, daddy kink, "bitch", "whore", "cumslut", "slut"), use of spanish phrases without translation. WHEN IN DOUBT, DON’T READ. THAT’S IT.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒

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The new lingerie set you’d bought made you feel savage. You knew it was something that your followers would enjoy. You decided to appear soft and delicate today, a good girl. So you turned your camera on, and while you were waiting for your payers to come in, you were sucking a lollipop endearingly, to gradually rile up the people watching you.

The candles you had lit along with the perfume you had spread in the room, with the soft music sounding in the background set the ambient, and your hand was gloved sending goosebumps through every part of skin you caressed. You were just fueling every sense, aislating yourself from the real world. You put the lollipop down and laided your back onto the headboard of your bed, with the computer at your feet, your clothed pussy in the first plane for your followers to admire and the clothed hand making it’s way there.

You’ve bought this glove recently, it was a sex toy. Made of black latex and a different head on each of your fingers, along with different textures that would let you see the stars. You even put a vibrator inside the middle one, just touching the point of your middle finger. Every head was different and enticing. And the vibrations between your thighs, so close to you sensible cunt left you gasping. Your lips and eyes stand out from the mask that you had on your face, sensual and with the same color as your underwear.

You looked straight to the camera when you grazed the vibrator contained by the latex over your pussy, while you gasped and then moaned, laying your head back. You could hear the sound of subscriptions coming in, and you suggestively moaned before pulling your panties to the side with your uncovered hand and brushing the vibrator on your clit, whining lightly. Then you put one of your fingers inside of you, and moaned directly to the camera, while you rubbed soft circles on your clit with your thumb, your belly contracting gently, your nipples hardening.

You took your finger off and brought it to your lips. And before you kept the show going, you said “Thank you for the gift, I’m enjoying myself so much. I hope you get off too”. You inserted two fingers in your pussy and moaned out loud.

📷

He was watching you going down the street, completely mesmerized. Just like the other men and women seeing you. He was smoking, but the smoke got into his eyes, for not being careful; his whole attention was on you. He threw the cigarette on the floor and stepped on it.

“Que hermosa, mamita.” A cute man complimented you, and you smiled and winked.

“Gracias mi amor. So pretty yourself.” You complemented and left him with his mouth open. But compliments were responded to, and he was a beautiful man.

You were walking with so much confidence and all eyes were naturally attracted to your presence, in that dress that hugged you perfectly, in those heels that took you some time to accustom to but now you walked like on a runway. And those striking stockings that you were wearing. You really were feeling yourself, that’s what a good night of orgasms and money gets you, really. You had earned so much, just had a few video requests that you had to fulfill and this month's cuota would be filled. And with this new job you had landed, things were starting to get off for you and your family

He was about to kill all the tigers that were stomping in your way, looking at you the way he did. Thinking the same things that he did, incited by that fucking dress, that gracefullness of your soul, and the barm coat that flew with the wind as you ate the wole street up. He was meeting you on this old cozy bar, after seeing that video of you yesterday he was riled up and just needed to be inside your warm pussy this cold afternoon, maybe with the coffee that you were gonna drink while you argued still stained on your mouth, that he was going to pry from your willing mouth as you gasped against him, with your mixed spit going down your chin from the sloppy kisses that he loves, and your breathy whines that had him rubbing his crotch against your stomach. And he couldn’t wait to see if you were wearing the lingerie that he had bought you, with that color that highlighted your skin undertone and got his dick leaking precum. Last night you were glorious, and today you were a walking goddess.

“Hola, imbécil.”

“Now that’s not very nice, especially after all the money I gave you last night.”

“Mhhm. Others gave me more, papito.”

“That so?”

“It is.”

“I got something more that they can’t give you. And you’re driving me feral, walking like that towards me, flirting with other guys. I thought I made it clear that you were mine.”

“And I thought I made it clear that I was my own. Especially after last night, did you see me get myself off that hard? And after the video endend I got so fucking happy, so fucking horny with all the comments, the views, the pictures that I got that I went to sleep humping my pillow.”

“Pictures?”

“Oh yes, I got so many pictures of so many pretty cocks daddy”

“You were thinking of other cocks, slut?” He questioned, grabbing you by your arm and putting you against a wall as you laughed.

“Not only thinking, papi, I found this hot guy that was just drooling for me, and he made me drool for him so much. The sheets were so messy that I had to change them after he left.” He gripped your throat harder, just growling furiously.

“Fucking bitch, I’m gonna stuff my cock so deep than your throat to make you regret everything you just said.”

“But daddy, I haven’t told you the best part yet!” You bite your lip, seeing his predatory eyes that wanted to devour you entirely. And you kept going without remorse. “The mattress was so wet too. You never reached that, did you? You want me to think that I’m yours but I got others treating me better.” You pouted, all that you were saying was true and seeing this look in his eyes was such a sight. You almost whined from his look alone.

He grabbed you by the arm and took you to his car, getting on it just right before you on the driver’s side. Wildly driving back to his place to get you fucking stuffed

“You’re driving me insane, bitch. Did you fucking curse me?”

“I did, every dick that enters this sweet pussy, plastic or meat, gets obsessed.”

“Don’t talk like that, making me more horny.”

“I’m sure your hand can help you, guapo.”

“My hand? Are you kidding me? You put that dress on, that looks more like a fucking t-shirt, to come see me and then you leave me with my hand? No, fucking whore You’re giving me your mouth. I have to wipe that smug smile and that boy’s taste off your lips. So suck, vicious little bitch.” So you did, with the loudest and a porn-like moan you quickly undid his briefs pulling his cock out, sucking the tip first.

“Daddy, the lollipop yesterday got me thinking so much about your cock. I couldn’t wait to taste you like this again.” He grabbed you by the hair at the red light, roughly pulling you up to met his face, yours pleasure filled, with drool over your chin, the same that had dirtied his pants.

“You fucking slut, were you just drilling me up to make me get rough on you?”

“No daddy, I did fuck the boy. That was yesterday morning, and then yesterday night I found a little time to think about you.”

“Yeah? Now all you're gonna have in your head and your mouth is me.” He shoved his cock deep into you, and when you gagged he pushed himself further and kept you there. “”Breathe, make this nice for me. I know you can do it.” You could, you enjoyed this so much, your paties were drenched. And what would he do when he notices you weren't wearing the pair he bought for you. Hopefully, break you. You started moving your hips, moving some friction in your pussy, and tastefully wiggling your ass for Ransom to admire.

“That’s right, cumslut. I'll make your ass fire up later too.”

📷

You screamed sensually when he hit your ass. You were on all fours, head down ass up, exposed to Ransom. He was filming your glistening pussy and your delicious ass that bounced on his torso asking for more pain. Delicious pain.

“I’m gonna break you with my cock baby. But after you ask nicely. Your followers want to know what a whore you are.”

“Such a whore! I want your dick papi, you fuck me so good. I want you to leave me braindead, drooling, filled. Please, please, please papi. Cogeme, fuck me. Te tengo muchas ganas.” You whined so hard, so annoyingly empty and desperate.

“What a good girl, making daddy so happy. Here you go, cunt.” He put one hand on your ass and thrusted into you aggressively. He positioned the camera to capture your joy filled face and his hips slamming in you. He didn’t stop nor slowed down, and started rubbing your clit to make you man loader, and you started to move back against him.

“You’re such a greedy little girl, you want all of me. ‘Cmon, give it to me now.”

“Ah!” You opened your mouth in a silent scream when you came, wetting him with your fluids.

And he quickly turned you around, on your back with your legs spread to search for his own high. But you were so sensible you started to close your legs and tried to squirm away from him. But he grabbed your face and spit on your cheek.

“Don’t you fucking dare pushe me away. You take it. Open your fucking legs. Open them wide.” You did, and he used you like a doll, with your mind swimming in pleasure, in his gorans in your ears and his hair caressing your face. He came, pushing himself against you and spilling into the condom. He moved away from you and grabbed the camera, turning it off. Then you were gonna edit the video a little bit, cropping some parts to upload to twitter and the full part you were gonna send it to your special subscribers. You gathered yourself, going to the bathroom to wash yourself a little bit, and coming with a cigarette in your mouth, already lit. You threw yourself on the bed.

“We… We have to stop doing this.” Ransom turned himself to you, taking the cigarette out of your hand and smoking it.

“Baby, you say that everytime. And then you do shit like today.”

“I know. But it’s different now, Hugh.”

“What the fuck you calling me that for?”

“‘Cause I got a new job. Lisa’s personal assistant. And I don’t intend to be higher than all the employees you ask to call you that and then go ahead and disrespect them.”

“You don’t have to work for shit, baby. I’ll pay everything for you. You just keep making those videos and the rest is on me”

“What? Like a sugar daddy? No jodás.” You grabbed another cigarette for yourself, so this dipshit wouldn’t take it away from you

“I mean it baby, I can give you the world, just let me”

“I already have the world papito, and I got it all on my own.” He hummed, and his eyes lit up when you called him ‘daddy’ in spanish, in this intimacy. With your body still displayed for him, through which he roamed his eyes in.

“Papito?” He repeated with an accent. “Maybe I can make a mama out of you....” He burned the cigarette out and took yours off too.

“What the hell are you talking about?” You complained in a moan when he turned you around, on your belly with your hands by your head and his entire muscular, heavy and warm body sprayed out on you. He then pushed deep into you.

“Get off me, Ransom.” You complained in a gasp.

“But I’m so deep ‘side you... I just have to get this shit off me to fill you up.“ He still had his condom on, but he hurriedly got it off and dived inside you again.

“What?! Don’t you dare. Get. The hell. Off.”

“Don’t lie to me princess, you want me to fill this pussy. You’ll be a fucking queen, in my arms, being spoiled with my money. I’ll take care of you and all the kids you’re gonna give me.”

“Ransom…” Your accent was spilling, and your resistance was getting away from you, his words and promises stained in your brain. “Fucking dick.”

“Nobody takes me like you, gripping me like that. You’re just a whore for me, ain’t you? Want all of me.”

“Ah, Ransom, you’re so deep.” You whined, your belly contracting.

“What do you want, honey? I wanna hear you beg for it”

“I-- Please Ransom. Please, please, please llename. Por favor, papi!” You moaned when he started pushing into you again. Last round had been intense and you had little break, so naturally you didn’t last long. You came screaming Ransom’s name, free to do so without a camera in front of you. And he was so close too, his mind winded up with getting you pregnant, with images of your belly full, your tasty breasts with all the milk he was gonna drink. He was goraning so much, your pussy grabbing him so hard, pushing him farther inside of you.

“Are you gonna be a good mama for me?”

“The best, daddy! Just please, please fill me.” And he did, with the loudest groan. To then turn you around and start admiring your tits, your body, getting inside your head with compliments of the mommy you were gonna be. And all the videos you were gonna make with your horniness, with your huge titis and that round belly. How he wanted to cover you in cum and get it on camera to show that you were his, cause getting you pregnant just wasn’t enough. And after that, he went down to eat his leaking cum out of you and prepared you for the next round.

[faithinlouisfuture]

Emmy talk to me about your concert!!!

OMG Sea. I’m forever changed 😭 I’m so glad you asked cuz this give me the opportunity to ramble to you about my track by track experience which I couldn’t include in my original show report! The show is paced so perfectly! Kudos to Steve and Louis for that!

From the get go We Made It live is just WOW. It’s perfect, it sets the tone for the entire night so perfectly! The drums feel so perfect with the wild beating of your heart that comes with finally seeing Louis live in person. It’s perfect in every way. Drag Me Down is definitely fun live, and also the crowd in Istanbul was literally 80% directioners so the energy of the crowd also added to it! DLIBYH is just so beautiful, he sounds so so so beautiful on it. I had to stop recording and just look at him and listen to him! Two of Us live is soulful, and feels like such a collective healing moment. Always You my beloved was made for a live performance! His voice sounds so sweet on AY, like it takes on this very different tone, I’m not a music or voice expert so I don’t know what the technical term for it is I’m sure you do please enlighten me as well, I just know there’s something different about his voice when he sings it.

He seems to have permanently axed TY but I’ve made my peace with it somehow, I thought I’d be more upset about not getting to hear it live but if Louis feels like it’s something that he no longer vibes with then fine, I’ll accept it (not that I have a choice but I was bitter about it before). Change/s live is EVERYTHING. It makes me so so so hopeful and hyped for lt2 that I can’t even explain. It felt like it was the one track that the entire audience didn’t know, not surprised being that there were probably a total of maximum 100 solos from a crowd of 12k plus people. 7 live Sea!!! He just turns into a different person altogether for 7 doesn’t he? Absolutely loved it. The mic riding?!? He was right in front of me humping that mic stand!!! I wanna post all of my videos but I feel like that would be madness, but OMGGG 🥵

Fearless!!! The theatrics he brought to Fearless with his little gestures, not once but twice! My little drama queen 🤍 the fearless musical solo live (not calling it the guitar solo cuz damn it the drums on that solo!!!) just on my knees for Michael Blackwell & Steve Durham honestly! What insane talent!!! And doing the Fearless claps with the entire crowd was so fun!!!

OTB, the very definition of quality > quantity. It ends too quickly yet it packs the most impactful punch. There’s so much detail that I could go in and want to write about OTB and the pride flags situation in Istanbul, but I think I’ll save that entire essay for posting with my OTB video. Habit, I couldn’t help singing along cuz you know what? I really used to enjoy Habit and no one is gonna take that away from me, the real meaning of the song is so beautiful as an artist and fan experience. I didn’t however record it, and took the opportunity to just stare at Louis for the whole song 🙃 Copyx3!!!! LOUIS GIVE ME A STUDIO VERSION PLS!!! During Copy was when I felt like I would actually lose my voice, screamed it back at him that loud! It’s insanely amazing live! I can’t even explain. Defenceless 😭 and the PURPLE lights and we had a fan project for it! It was perfect, everything I wanted it to be (minus the little technical issues they had with the mic during some parts of it, don’t know if that translated to live streams). The way he literally asks now for us to yell the “by you” at him 😭 cheeky beautiful boy! Beautiful War - I think that I’ve made my feelings about wanting to have that song (by Louis Tomlinson, KOL who?) inserted into my veins and made a part of life source very clear. It’s truly a soul cleansing experience live! And him sitting down to take all the lights in at the end really makes you emotional! I noticed that when he stars singing BW he keeps his eyes closed for the first verse, and then opens them for the second just to experience that moment of seeing all those lights for HIM.

LBD intro!!! Michael sir, kindly behave yourself! He got just the reaction he wanted out of Louis though and absolutely loved it too! Cackled on stage when Louis said “That’s Michael Blackwell and this is Little Black Dress”. During the ending of LBD right before the outro bit, is when I think Louis noticed my sign (it read “Flew 3381 miles to make sure you’re real”) 😭 there was an extremely tall person ahead of me who raised their hands literally at that time, and also my video of him got all shaky and messed up too cuz he looked right in the direction I was in, and I’ve been crying on Twitter for someone to send me the entire video of LBD if they have it so I can make sure if it actually happened or if it was wishful thinking on my end lol 😭 Walls - cathartic. That’s the one word. Cathartic for Louis to have written and for him to sing and honestly soul healing for me to scream “YOU WERE MY BECAUSE” at him. (I promise I will post my videos after I get some sleep, I have the best one of that moment)!

TTD is the one 1done song I really vibe with (Louis’ version though) so I had an absolute blast during it! And now for the crowning glory; KMM. My favorite track off of Walls since day 1 - and Louis’ devil awakening moment every night on tour! It’s palpable the way the energy in the crowd gets built up throughout KMM leading to that eventual moment when he jumps down from stage which is then absolute pandemonium!!! Once he jumped, I had to just let go of all agency of my body, and let myself be shoved and pushed where the force of the crowd took me. I was in the fourth row from the front barricade facing the stage & in the third row from the runway barricade on the side; which is what allowed for me have my LOUIS LITERALLY RIGHT IN MY FACE moment 😭😭😭 when I say that I will never ever forget what that one moment felt like. It lasted barely one second I think cuz he didn’t stay too long on our side, just hopped on and yelled and hopped off, but in my mind it’s all in slow motion! I would like to live my entire life in that one moment. I saw crinkles up close 😭 HE WAS RIGHT THERE!!! I wasn’t able to touch him cuz I had my phone in one hand and was trying to steady myself with the other hand, and also he hopped right off and jumped to the other side where he stayed longer, but no matter what - that one second made my entire year! 😭 It made the absolute torture or being in that line from 5:30 AM worth it. I honestly don’t have the words to describe it. I cannot believe that it happened, and that it happened to me!!!

Thank you for letting me ramble on! I feel like I could write an entire book on my one show 😂 Trying to contain myself! Will definitely post videos and gifs soon. Hope that you’ve been doing well, and now that Louis is back and Louis content is back we’ll have a more positive and enjoyable fandom experience than what went down during the break.

[pjisskullourful]

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              a touch undercover, a secret command, giving in to the villain...

🎃part 2/2 [part1]- happy halloween ⚰️ let me be your HalloQween

Damiano X Ethan X reader

🔥NSFW🔥 possibly the least safe for work thing on this entire hellsite. the most depraved pornographic shit ever         [🚨TRIGGERWARNING:mild theme of suicide ideation & brief mention of selfharm]

🎧 HOT VAMP SHIT playlist to add to your reading experience🦇

° Damiano David & female reader insert (& Ethan Torchio too! 3somefun!)

° “I’m bleeding.” - “I know baby…All over my sheets.” - you & vampire-rockstar-hybrid-heartbreaker Damiano have a strange arrangement...

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° dedicated to/suggested by/fuelled by @superchrystaldrug 💋 the greatest cellmate to share my time & ideas & filth with

CONTENT WARNING- NOT FOR THE FAINT-HEARTED ××× •PERIOD BLOOD •UNPROTECTED SEX •CUNNILINGUS •SWEARING •SPANKING •OVER-STIMULATION •STRICT DOM  •DEGRADATION KINK •BLOOD FETISH

“Since January?” Damiano sounded annoyed. You rolled over to find you were completely alone in the bedroom, allowing you to take some comfort because you couldn’t be the source of his bad mood.

From a different room, you heard someone mutter a response. Their words were indistinguishable, but Damiano was his usual level of animated and you could easily hear what he was saying.

“Baby, it’s May… you’ve been in your coffin this whole time?” Your curiosity got the better of you and you slid out of the bed. Stepping carefully, you headed toward where his voice seemed to be coming from. “This is why I told you to stop hibernating, ‘cause you go too deep and now look at the state of you. It rips my heart in half, it really does.”

You weren’t sure how long you had been asleep (time behaved in the most unusual way when you were around him) and you had no idea of when this other visitor had arrived. Your instincts had you walking as closely to the wall as you could manage, doing your best to shrink yourself down and avoid attention.

“You went five months without feeding? What’s your record or have you just broken it?” He asked, briefly pausing before speaking over the other person’s response. “That was clearly sarcastic. What do you think I’m gonna do, give you a medal?”

You were almost at the end of the hallway when the second voice became more assertive. “Hang on, what’s that smell?”

You froze in your tracks, this other vampire could smell your menstrual blood. You should have known that would happen - sneaking around behind the backs of creatures with superhuman senses was never going to end in your favour. 

“Come out, come out wherever you are…” Damiano sang, before strolling into your field of vision. “Good morning, did you drop any good eaves?”

“I can… I’m just gonna go back to bed.” You had already started to back up a little.

“No, no, come here darling.” He said, advancing quickly and grabbing your hand. “You’re gonna come with me.”

You were pulled into the other room, where a long-haired man turned around. You recognised him from the music video shoot that had set all of this craziness into motion - Ethan, the drummer of Måneskin. He didn’t look quite as you remembered him, his skin had become paler, aside from the dramatic bruise-coloured bags under his eyes.

“Hey, I know you. You did the makeup on our last video.”

Damiano smiled, looking proud. “He never forgets a face.”

“I remember you were acting like a total diva.” Ethan said to him. “You kept asking for extra takes under the rain machine so your makeup would get all ruined and you’d have an excuse to call her over to your side.” You turned to him, surprised to learn that something more had been at play during your first meeting. “I guess that terrible plan worked out, ‘cause you two are together now.”

“Oh, we’re not together. We just have visits.” He placed his arm around you. “Monthly visits. And wow, what perfect timing that you should drop in while she’s here. And you’re just so very hungry. What do you think, baby? Doesn’t she just look good enough to eat?”

Ethan’s nostrils flared as he breathed heavily. “You can’t just speak for her and offer her body over like she’s a glass of wine.”

“Of course not, that would be incredibly rude.” Damiano shoved you towards the other man. “Go on honey, tell him about our arrangement. It’s flexible enough to fit him, wouldn’t you say?”

“I- um, hi.” Up closer now, you could see how clouded over his eyes were. He was shaking, as if affected by a chilly wind. “Have you really not had any blood for five months?” He looked like a junkie going through hellish withdrawals. “I’m actively bleeding and I don’t want you to go hungry, I’d really like to help you feel better, if you’d let me.”

You felt Damiano’s hand sneak up your back, moving up to tickle the nape of your neck. “What a good girl. And she has an exceptional taste. She’s not scared, this is the ninth time we’ve done this.” His hand had eased forward, finding the first button of your shirt. “I think I could go further than saying she isn’t scared.” He undid the button and worked lower. “I think I can say that she loves it, hmm? She loves being drunk from like this, don’t you honey?”

“Yessir, I wait all month to be devoured by you.”

“C’mon baby…” He said, putting a hand up to caress Ethan’s cheek. “Let me share this treat with you, let me take care of you, like I’ve always done.”

When Ethan spoke, his voice was strained and you could see that his fangs had lowered. “She does smell incredible…”

“Wait ‘til you get her turned on.” Damiano said, leaning in to whisper against your skin. “Go get your ass back on my bed.”

“Yessir.” You stepped out from between the two men, rushing for the bedroom.

There was already a swell of butterflies in your stomach as the two vampires followed you down the hall.

“How do you manage it? How can you always find an innocent girl to agree to your depraved bullshit?” Ethan was asking.

Damiano chuckled in response. “Oh my love, I don’t know any innocent girls…”

Your hands were clammy as you placed yourself onto the large bed. You turned around to immediately find Ethan staring at you, approaching the end of the bed. Your heart launched into your throat as your mind raced, wondering what things he would do to your body. How would his technique and control differ to what you experienced with Damiano?

“I know we hadn't really discussed sharing…” He said, kneeling next to you. His face was so close to yours and you licked your lips as he worked apart more of your buttons. “But Ethan’s my baby, I share absolutely everything with him. You understand that, right?” You nodded as he pushed the shirt off of your shoulders. “I knew you would, ‘cause you’re so smart.” Next, he pushed a finger under the waistband of your underwear. “So, do you wanna come for that gorgeous angel over there?” You lifted your ass and he tugged the dirtied underwear down, away from your ass. “Do you wanna give him the meal that he’s desperate for?” Once the undergarment was free from your body, he held them out with Ethan grabbing them - he didn’t require a single world of instruction. “He really needs it, honey.” Damiano’s hands ghosting up-and-down your naked sides was making you tremble. “He needs you to bring him back to life. And I know that you could do that, ‘cause you do that for me every time you let me drink from this perfect body. Could you do that for me, honey?”

His lips went to your ear, placing a hand high up on your thigh. “If you do this for me, then I would have to do something for you - a favour for a favour.”

“Like what?”

“Maybe I could send you home with my heir growing inside of you.” He whispered.

You shut your eyes, feeling every nerve in your body pulsing with lust. “Yes.”

“But first, you have to be a good girl for me. Lie down.”

You shuffled down to your usual position, biting your lip as your eyes went to Ethan. He brought himself down to the bed, sitting at your feet. His mouth hung slightly open as he stared at your body, seemingly trying to commit every scar and every freckle to memory.

You couldn’t contain a gasp when Damiano touched your pussy - one finger testing the wetness that was waiting to be discovered. He smiled, a cruel look as he took the finger away, giving you no chance to enjoy it.

He offered this mixture of your blood and cum to Ethan, who instantly opened his mouth for the finger. He drew all of it into his mouth, lips creating a tight suction before you heard him moan.

Damiano grabbed Ethan and pulled him in for a deep kiss. You lifted your head from the pillow, intrigued by the clear passion between the two of them. Of all the things Damiano had shared with you about his world of vampires (including how all four members of Måneskin were undead bloodsuckers, after Thomas had fallen in love with a girl who turned out to be more than just a fan of reading Dracula), any mentions of romance between he and the other three hadn’t entered as a topic of conversation. It seemed that you had been asking the wrong questions.

He put a hand to Ethan’s throat, pushing him away. “Don’t make me put the leash on you…” Despite the intensity in his tone, Ethan didn’t seem to be paying much attention - his eyes had begun wandering over your body again. “This is a treat I’m sharing with you, because I- hey.” Damiano tapped Ethan’s cheek then grabbed his chin, forcing Ethan to look him in the face. “Because I love you. But you are not allowed to ruin her. If you do, I promise that you’ll be going back into your coffin. Is that clear?”

“Yeah, it’s clear, it’s inescapably clear.” Ethan was squirming, seeming like he wanted to fight off Damiano’s hold that strove to keep him still.

“Alright, have at her then.”

Ethan moved forward very quickly, bending down and putting his hands to your thighs. He pushed them apart and you made a grab for the pillow.

There wasn’t any build up - his tongue was inside of you straight away. You cried out, daunted but thrilled by this invasion.

You thought that he already knew you as intimately as Damiano had gotten to know you.

He didn’t need to taste any other part of you, buried deep between your quivering walls. There didn’t seem to be any technique, beyond simply going as fast as he could. He didn’t let go of your thighs, his hold never slipping and you were certain he would leave marks.

You squeezed your eyes shut, your mind blown by how he had you feeling that your nerves were purely made of fire. Your pussy had become so helplessly sensitive, keeping you aware of every twist as he greedily drank you in. It was overstimulation, but concentrated to one area, mercilessly pushing you closer to your crescendo.

The tension rose higher and you had begun to spasm, first in your legs, then in your hips. A hand took your own and you instantly clung to it, squeezing to it as you hoped for something to help you steady yourself, before you lost complete control.

“I feel like I should apologise on his behalf.” Damiano’s voice was so gentle. “Usually he’s much more civilised, but when a vamp lets themselves starve, they can go a bit feral.”

“Uh-huh...oh, ah, fuck…” Your need to answer him was easily overpowered, more loud moans coming from your mouth instead. 

“Is he hurting you? ‘Cause he’s not allowed to hurt you, he-”

“It’s guh-good.” You arched your back, hips snapping into Ethan’s face. “God, it’s so fuckin’ good. But I…” It was getting more difficult to contain yourself. “Do I have to wait? ‘Cause I don’t know if- ah, God.”

“You don’t have to wait to come, not with him. But don’t get too used to that…”

“Thank you, yes, thank you.” You babbled before letting your body take up the rhythm it had been yearning for.

You thrusted into Ethan’s face, encouraging him to properly fuck you with his tongue. You swore to yourself as the glorious friction grew to the height you had been waiting on. You felt more so than heard his moans as his tongue worked within you.

You could feel how close your pussy was to spilling and you wanted to give it all to him. You wanted to give him your orgasm, so you kept up with grinding against his face.

Finding sublime coordination, you swung up into him as he was curling his tongue, hooking up to hit you in the ideal spot - sealing your fate.

Being consumed by him, you let go into a loud and blinding orgasm. He kept at your cunt through all of your wild twitches, his tongue lapping up and intensifying every response. Until you fell back onto the mattress, immobilised by the devastation of his mouth.

“Exquisite, no?” Damiano’s voice said in a low and seductive tone.

“Amazing.” Ethan sounded short on breath. “Do you really eat like this every month?”

“Well, usually I don’t go that fast on her. You know me, I like to play with my food, torture it, really make it suffer until it’s begging. But basically, yep - every month since the music video. I genuinely just wanted to fuck, but I guess fate had something else planned, ‘cause when I woke up the next morning, she had started bleeding and she let me eat it all up.”

You kept your eyes shut, fully aware that this wasn’t a conversation awaiting your input. You were as good as an inanimate object to them at the moment. This provided you with some time to catch your breath as the aftershocks rattling through you started to die down.

“I’m sorry I scared you.” Ethan said quietly. “You’re right, I need to stop doing that, but I just-...”

“I know, baby. You just feel things more than the average guy, you always have.” Damiano’s voice was filled with so much affection - you opened your eyes, truly bewildered by this side of him. “But you’re so pretty that I’ll forgive you every time.”

“Thanks. Is she- she’s okay, right?”

You felt a hand on your knee, jostling it carelessly. “Ay, preziosa - wake up. This boy still hasn’t outgrown the need for a conscience and right now, you’re weighing on it.”

You propped yourself up, resting on your elbows. Ethan’s hair was mussed but your offering had been entirely cleaned from his face. He looked less like a bad Halloween costume version of himself, some humanity back in his eyes as he looked at you. “I’m fine, I just didn’t wanna interrupt…”

“Wow, manners, very impressive, very well trained.”

“Don’t be fooled.” Damiano said. “She’s purely sin.”

“No, she tastes better than sin.”

You could feel Damiano’s fingers swirling patterns onto your thigh and you interpreted the look in his eyes to mean danger. “You don’t even know the half of it - when you really tease her and get that arousal dripping out like sweat, she’s delectable.”

“De-lect-able.” Ethan repeated slowly, he was smiling, allowing you to see his fangs. “But she probably needs a rest after that, I would assume.”

“Why don’t you ask her?”

Your eyes flicked from one face to the other and back, you wondered if they could hear how heavy your heartbeat was, or if they could smell your arousal. “I’m bleeding.”

“I know baby…” Damiano had applied his whole hand to your thigh now. “All over my sheets.”

You bit your lip, knowing what he wanted to hear next. “I’m sorry sir.”

“Aw, she’s so sad now.” He told Ethan, trying to get the other man in on this little charade. “If only we could think of something that we could do to cheer her up.” He grabbed Ethan’s shoulder, acting as if he’d just had a sudden realisation. “Oh wait, I have an idea.”

Ethan watched as Damiano moved closer to you, picking up a leg by your ankle. He lifted it up to his mouth, pressing one kiss onto the skin here. This was followed by another kiss above your ankle, then another, until he reached your calf, where he placed a trail of kisses further up.

He paused, fingers tenderly holding you at the underside of your knee as he stared at Ethan. “Does she look any happier?”

He barely glanced in your direction. “You should probably keep going Daddy.”

Damiano tickled at your knee ditch, making you feel tingles through your body. “Keep going? So, something like this?” He slid his tongue down the inside of your thigh, never breaking eye contact with Ethan.

“Keep going.”

“I get the feeling that you just wanna watch me eat that pussy. Pervertito…” Damiano said, both of his hands now playing at the top of your thigh.

Ethan opened his mouth to respond, but he was interrupted by a swift move from Damiano. He had quickly wet his finger on your pussy, putting a smear of your blood on Ethan’s nose. He was surprised, his only reaction was blinking slowly and you started to laugh.

“Isn’t it better?” Damiano asked. “Isn’t it better to just let yourself be nasty and indulge in all of these sins?” He put his hand to the back of Ethan’s head. “Humans are so good at sinning and some of them really love it, some of them are better at it than Lucifer ever hoped they would be.

“It’s human nature baby, why can’t you enjoy it? You were so excited on the night you were turned, remember that with me. You were so unashamed, you were inhabiting this perfect body like I’d never seen before. You were so confident, so defiant.” Damiano had put his other hand to the side of Ethan’s face, climbing over your legs to get closer to the other man. “You were so sexy, you could’ve talked me into anything, my love. Anything that you asked me to, I would’ve done it.”

Your voyeuristic urges only intensified when he moved his mouth to Ethan’s ear. His eyes met yours and he licked his lips, he wanted you to watch.

“You were so wild that night, you didn’t ask for any kind of permission. And you fucked me so hard…” You saw Ethan twitch and it seemed that he did remember. “I was yours forever, even before you turned me. Your eternal kiss just sealed the deal. Let me turn you to this sin, like you turned me, because it wasn’t a curse.”

He pulled back to look Ethan in the eye. “It’s been more than one hundred years and I know for sure that kiss wasn’t a curse. But even if it was, I’d take your kiss again and again…” Damiano illustrated this point by kissing Ethan. “And again and again…”

Damiano surprised Ethan again, licking the splodge of blood off of his nose.

“It’s always a monologue with you. You’re boring her.” He said.

Damiano looked at you, eyebrows raised. “Boring?”

You shook your head. “I’m definitely not bored. The only reason I’m not playing with myself right now is ‘cause I know he likes me best when I’m obedient.” 

Damiano pouted his bottom lip out. “Aw, so desperate to watch us fuck, but also so desperate to get fucked. Trying to be a good girl, but what she really wants…” His fingers glided over your eager heat. “...is to be so fuckin’ bad…”

He deposited his fingers into Ethan’s mouth before looking back at you. “Real vamps don’t read minds, that’s Hollywood bullshit…” His hands ran up your legs and he had begun to lean down. “But, honey, looking at you right now - I feel like I can hear your thoughts.” You bit into your fingernail, entirely hypnotised. “And what I’m hearing…” He let out a breathy moan, lowering his head toward your pussy. “It’s absolutely disgusting.”

“Yes.” You said shakily, your volume getting louder as soon as his tongue was on you again. “Yes.”

He took a brief tasting, then looked over his shoulder at Ethan. “See, told ya that I didn’t know any innocent girls.”

Next, you felt Ethan’s hand caressing your leg as he laid down, resting his head on your hip. “I doubt you’ve ever met an innocent girl in your life.”

“What’s the point?” Damiano asked, raking his tongue across your folds. “Bad girls taste better and they fuck so much better.”

He didn’t dive into you, instead of devouring you, he sought to share your taste with Ethan. They shared an instantly passionate kiss with him grabbing Damiano, deepening the kiss.

Ethan moved quickly, climbing over to put himself next to Damiano. You spread your legs further, the anticipation making you shiver.

Then Damiano’s tongue was claiming you as his own again - sliding across your slit before rubbing up against your clit. Your body was set alight when he swirled his tongue in thorough circles over the tight hood.

He turned his face away and you heard the wet sounds of him sharing another kiss with Ethan.

When they parted, Damiano moved his lips to your thigh - gently sucking and kissing. Ethan took up the empty space left over your cunt. He moved far slower, seemingly more present. He laid his lips upon your clit and tenderly kissed you here. You let out a happy sigh, relaxing into him.

He drew the bud of nerves between his lips and you could feel how you were pulsing as blood flew to heat this area all the more. Then he let it slide free. He captured it in his mouth again, fondling it without the intention of overwhelming you.

He pulled back, far less greedy than before. You gave his silky hair an appreciative stroke and he lifted his eyes to look at you. He was licking his lips, a shy smile forming on his face.

Damiano stroked his nose against Ethan’s cheek, getting his attention. You watched as they bowed their heads together, Damiano whispering one thing before Ethan whispered something back. Even in this silent room, you couldn’t hear a single word.

Then Damiano began to crawl up your body, mirroring the movements you had made yesterday. When his face lined up with your own, he grasped your throat in one hand. He studied the emotions playing out in your eyes and all you could smell was his coppery breath.

“Do you want your reward now? Or do you want to continue your power-trip of having me owe you?”

“Now.” You said, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“I should’ve known.” He said with a smug smile.

In one quick thrust, he pushed into you and you immediately squeezed your thighs tighter around him. When his lips met yours, you were intoxicated by his taste and you quickly opened your mouth - as insatiable as if it had been weeks since he’d indulged you, instead of hours. You gripped his shoulders when his tongue slid into your mouth, opening you up to new pleasures.

Your body was swarmed with an unbearable heat, hotter than any volcano, as he sunk into you deeper. His hands rushed across your skin and, even though it was your reward, you were the one being manipulated like you were made of putty. You couldn’t hold back your moans, your excited noises being delivered directly into his mouth.

He set into his movements, knowing exactly how to work his body against yours. The grinding of his hard hip bones against your own and the slightly-metallic taste of your blood on his lips, it was unrelenting, the pleasure that it brought was a little intimidating. This was in direct contrast to his soft tongue, which brought you only yearning. He was so smooth and so warm inside of you.

These competing sensations of hard and soft, warm against cold, threatened your composure like never before. He was everything and everywhere at once.

You desperately gasped air into your lungs when your mouths separated. You heard his own ragged breathing as he worked into an unrelenting tempo. You clung to him, savouring every second of his dick disappearing into you.

“Tell me what you want.” He commanded, hand back on your throat.

Your mind was already reeling, strung out on all of this pleasure. Your thoughts moved slowly, constantly on the verge of being thrown off. But his hand held your neck tighter and you feared the consequences of not responding, even though you didn't know the exact phrase he wanted you to say.

“Your demon seed.”

“Yes.” He rewarded you by hitting into your harder, your cunt throbbing for release. “You wanna get pregnant, don’t you?” You could only respond through choked sobs. “You want me to fuck you ‘til you’re pregnant.” He briefly squeezed your throat enough to bring pain. “Hey, tell me - is that what you want?”

“Yes, God yes. That’s what I fuckin’ want, yes.” You couldn’t get the needy tone out of your voice. “Breed me, please. Oh please, breed me.”

You opened your eyes and, as he hovered above you, you could tell how lost to the ecstasy he was. But you weren’t the one who had his eye.

You followed his line of sight - Ethan had moved to lie his head on the pillow alongside yours. He was watching every movement with wide eyes, scanning up and down both of your bodies. You noticed that he was shivering, but you quickly identified the source. Looking down, you found that his dick had come free from his underwear, now wrapped in one of his hands. He was moving slowly (clearly holding no interest in competing with Damiano) but you could see the precum beading at his tip.

“Like I said - pervertito…”

Ethan huffed, rolling his eyes. “You’re the one who can’t do anything without an audience.”

“You wanna eat my cum out of her bleeding pussy once I’m done filling her up?”

Ethan perked up, quickly looking at you. “Can I?”

You were biting into your lip as you nodded. “Mm-hm, just… Just not…” You didn’t know why this was hard to say, why this made you embarrassed. “Can you go slo-...”

“Slower, baby.” Damiano said patiently. “You’ve gotta go slower on her, savour every fuckin’ drop.”

“Yeah.”

“Promise.” Ethan said, his word almost drowned out by the triumphant cry you gave when you realised how close to release Damiano had you. “You just taste so amazing.”

You were getting so weak - so close to complete ruin. You needed him to set you free, every nerve in your body throbbing to the beat he had set. How long until you were screaming out pleas for mercy?

“Breed me, breed me…” You had begun to chant quietly as you renewed your efforts to hold on - to get to the most spectacular peak with him. “Unf… breed me, breed me, breed me. Oh, please, breed me, breed me…”

He poked four of his fingers into your mouth, muffling your begs. You gave the digits a lazy suck, too concentrated on trying to catch your breath.

“Please.” You whispered, hanging onto him so tightly that your fingernails dug into his skin.

The spank that hit your ass was the precursor to the ultimate relief. One final surge of enthusiasm let you snap your hips up in a series of bucks that matched his thrusts. Loudly, you began to dissolve, feeling him falter as his own orgasm came over him.

Your legs spasmed out before you went totally limp, used up and moaning in his arms. His own noisy panting (accompanied by profanities) almost harmonised with you. He moved to the space next to you, his bliss audible.

“What do you think, honey? Do you feel pregnant?”

“Uh.” You gasped, lifting a hand to gesture before letting it drop again, once you realised you didn’t have anything to say. “Sure…”

“If I go slow, may I-...”

“Mm-hm, I’ll say stop if I need to.” You said, eyelids heavy as you showed him a small smile.

“She’s fantastic. Where has a woman like this been all my afterlife?”

“She’s very generous, isn’t she?” Damiano sounded quite proud and you were glad to still be of use to him. “Have you come yet, baby?”

You shut your eyes, letting Ethan reposition himself as was necessary for him.

“No, I- uh, I got way too distracted by watching.” He said.

“You want me to finish you off while you finish her off?”

“Yes Daddy.”

At the sound of them kissing, you blinked your eyes open and raised your head from the pillow - willing yourself into having enough energy to watch them. It was more than curiosity - this was fascination dripping with arousal.

Your view wasn’t ideal and soon Ethan was putting his mouth on you, which made you care far less about maintaining consciousness. He skimmed his tongue across your pussy and you were helpless to do anything but let your eyes flutter shut again. All of the deep breaths you had been trying to draw in, quickly grew shallow.

He played at your highly-sensitive clit, rolling it under his tongue, even the most careful of circles had you biting into your finger. Each controlled swirl was followed by a sweet, soothing kiss, his affection making you melt. He refused to rush you, coaching you through the waves of overstimulation.

A broad stroke delivered him to your soaked slit. You hissed in a sharp breath when he swiped over, collecting what had already dripped free.

He tested into your cunt, less than an inch, but you jolted, your throat clamping tighter. He moved as slowly as requested and gradually eased further into you. He pulled back to swallow your essence and the sound of a gulp made you curl your toes, the most pornographic noises coming from below your waistline.

You gave into the sinful sensations, becoming overpowered by their desires of pure filth. You whimpered, his tongue extended all the way inside of you, teasing you into oblivion.

There wasn’t any time to recover from your orgasm, for Ethan was already drawing out more of your Damiano-flavoured release. You grabbed the closest pillow and covered your face with it, muffling the sounds of your uncontrollable climax.

You felt like your cunt was being rubbed raw and you painted his face, crying into another, higher level of stimulation.

“Huu- God.” You whined, separating from every aspect of your body - only feeling his tongue. “Hu- ah, oh, fuck.”

You were bucking so wildly, positively aching from what he had already done to you. But he held on, taking even more from you.

“Stop.” You wailed. “Stop, stop. I cah- I can’t.” You felt his heat leave your body and you instantly rolled onto your side, hugging your knees to your chest.

“It’s okay darling.” Damiano’s voice was so soothing, filled with what you took for genuine care. “You’re alright. Just breathe, breathe, good girl. I’m gonna get you a cold drink.”

“Team Jacob.” You whispered, your mind still reeling from the electric currents shooting through it. “Team Jacob.”

“What?” Ethan asked. “What are you saying?”

“She’s saying team Jacob.” Damiano said, projecting his voice as he left the room. “That’s her safe word. It’s okay baby, you can laugh about it. She sure did when she thought it up. She laughed like a bloody loon for a good hour. At two in the morning, ‘cause everything is funnier at 2AM.”

In the silence that followed his exit, you felt sanity coming back to you. The aftershocks gradually weakened and it became easier to hold still.

You refused to open your eyes, until you heard Ethan saying your name quietly. You looked across to where he sat, at the furthest corner of the bed.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve stopped sooner.”

You smiled weakly. “It’s okay, I’ll be fine. It was just a bit like, I’m gonna have to use that later.”

This set him off laughing - the look of a remorseful puppy leaving his face. “Can I get you anything?”

“A smoke?”

He didn’t hesitate in this task, immediately knowing where to find a pack and lighter amongst all of Damiano’s other possessions. He placed the cigarette between his own lips to light the end. But he paused before handing it to you.

“This shit ‘ll kill you.” He said seriously.

You laughed and sent a kick in his direction. “Just give me the damn cigarette, pervertito.”

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Less than a month later your phone-screen lit up with Damiano’s number. He sounded so casual when you answered, he knew that his control over you could be exerted without much effort. “Are you home?”

“Yeah.” You had, in fact, just stepped into your apartment after finishing a horrid day at your horrid job. You hadn’t had time to remove the unflattering diner uniform. “But I’m not-”

“I know, honey, I know that it’s too early. It’s not feeding that I wanna do. I’m in the mood for breeding, I wanna breed you.” You smiled, heart skipping and a burn starting in the back of your throat. “So, can I come over?”

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Your cheek was pushed against the pillow, Damiano’s fingers in your mouth as he hovered over you. Your heart was pounding and you had been teased to the point of agony. If you had to endure any more foreplay, you would surely cry - then he would know how pathetic you were, he would know how you lived and died for his touch.

“Do you really think you’re worthy of having my child?” He asked, the uncovered tip of his dick barely inside of you - it had been this way for excruciatingly slow minutes. You had never felt so empty and sucking on his fingers wasn’t enough to pacify your surging lust. “You expect me to believe you’re deserving of giving me an heir, your body is good enough for a hybrid?”

You nodded your head as best you could, while he used one hand to hold you down, to hold you against the pillow.

“I don’t think you understand, silly girl. I’m asking you a question and I expect an answer. Fail to answer and you will regret it. Now, answer me, convince me. Just try to convince me, honey.”

You were allowed to move your head so as to free your mouth of his fingers. You were flustered, scrambling with no way of knowing how to begin pleading your case.

“Because I’d do anything…” You hoped that he hadn’t been expecting anything eloquent. “I swear, sir. I would do anything to please you, anything to get your demon seed. My life is so fuckin’ pointless, you’re right, I am a silly girl. I don’t know how to make anything that I do matter, to anyone, to myself. Please sir, please let me do something that matters…” The pressure of how he held your head to the pillow lessened slightly. “Please let me give you a hybrid child. I’d do anything, I want it so bad.”

“It’s badly.” He snapped, making you flinch. “You want it so badly. But by all means - tell me how badly you want it. ‘Cause if you really want it, I wanna hear it. If you want it all then you’ve gotta beg me for it.”

He readjusted how he was sitting on top of your hips, allowing you to feel more of his tip, your cunt needing to have all of him. “I wanna hear how much you want it, how you want me to bury it in you and fill every part of you with my demon seed. Beg me for it. Beg for the fuckin’ privilege of making me come. Beg for it, you silly cum-whore.”

“Please.” You burst out, already surrendering any restraint. “I want it, I need it.” Your hands flew up to his body, seeing how much you could get away with because you needed to experience more of him. “I can’t live not being your cum-slut. Please sir, please. I need it, tell me what to do and I’ll do it, anything, just anything.” He was grinning as he picked one of your hands up, off of his chest. You could see his fangs had extended into place before he applied a kiss to your skin. “Please breed me. I mean it when I say that I don’t care how long it takes, I just want you to fuck me ‘til I’m pregnant. Please.” His hold on your head had changed and you could finally look straight ahead, could finally look at his cruel face, that you were so utterly devoted to. “Please breed me, please.”

He was smiling, his breath still warming the back of your hand. Your lip trembled and you were ready to whisper more begs. 

“Ah…” You gasped at the feeling of his fangs digging into you, piercing the flesh.

The pain filled you with delight, the feeling of him sucking the blood from you swarmed your senses and you knew this perfect moment could only lead to more pleasure. You quivered in your excitement.

You felt his thighs tense as he released his mouth from your hand. He licked up the blood that beaded from these punctures, then turned your hand over, his nose brushing against the palm. He moved his lips to the inside of your wrist, eyes flashing up to meet yours before he made his next move - because he needed to see your reaction as he upped the ante.

This bite had you arching your back, ready to scream as the delicious sting surged through you. You wanted this to be how you ended, wanted to know nothing after this high.

Your scream burst free when he swung his hips forward, stretching your pussy with his entire length finally entering you. You clenched your hand into a fist as you felt the fire bloom to life in the pit of your stomach.

He kept his lips fixed to the sight of your new wound, sucking and savouring the taste with his tongue. He pumped into you, coating himself in your eager arousal, building momentum with something you could keep up with. It was a glorious, seductive rhythm that bonded your body to his -

Until you were ready to be owned by him.

Your thoughts swam, a disorientating floating sensation coming into your mind. You could feel yourself disconnecting from reality, losing yourself to his quickening thrusts - to the way he was sucking your blood to draw the life out of you.

“Yes.” You whined. “Please sir, please give me your demon seed.”

He moaned hard against your skin, the fervent increase in his speed making you think the time to shatter would be soon. You could feel more of his hot liquid arousal shooting into you, marking the deepest parts of you as his own. You gave up on trying to catch your breath and instead gave into his movements, giving into how pain could transform into enchanting pleasure.

“Breed me.” You raised yourself up, wrapping your arms around him as you sought an angle that would provide greater friction. Your chest rubbed against his as you worked to keep this promising rhythm. “Breed me, please.”

His mouth detached from your wrist, where his circular imprints went against the uniform straight line scars already collected on your flesh. His lips were bright red, glistening as he looked at you with eyes that you weren’t sure had ever had brown irises - you were so used to seeing him in hunter mode, when the dilated pupils took over everything.

He looked at you, his grip on your arm relaxing. He gave your wrist a powerful final suck as things reached a slower moment between the two of you - something like the eye of the storm. He released your wrist and suddenly your vision was filled with what looked like flying rubies.

But it was your own blood, being spat back at you. It splattered across your cheeks, creating red freckles.

“Do you still want it?” He asked, a forceful kiss pinning your back to the bedhead. “Do you still wanna have my demon seed?” He was rolling his lips against yours again. “Do you still want every bit of my cum in you?”

“Y-yes.” You met every thrust, unafraid to work for your climax. “Please give me your cum, please give it all to me.”

He pressed his sweaty cheek to your own as he whispered straight into your ear. “You wanna come for me?”

“Yes, please.”

You gripped his back as he buried himself deeper into you. The two of you struggled to catch your breath, bodies lost to the erratic pacing. The friction flooded you, turning you into a spasming mess.

When he gave you the blessed signal for release, you shuddered forward into him. You pressed your face against his shoulder, your mouth gaping open as the shockwaves ripped through your body. You were soon to be ruined, the rubbing between your bodies allowing you to taste perfection.

As he emptied himself into you, your vision filled with stars before you shattered.

Your bodies wound down from this unbelievable high together, finding the necessary stillness after that flurry of activity. He kissed you softly a couple of times while you refused to loosen your hold on him.

“Go and rinse your hand and wrist.” He ordered. “I don’t need you developing a blood infection.”

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“I do not have time for this today, darling.” It had taken nine messages to get Damiano (including assuring him that this was definitely a life-or-death situation) to agree to quickly pop into your apartment. And now that he was here, he was tense. Making no effort to show you any of that legendary charm. “Time is money and you do not keep the Gucci people waiting, not when they’re doing a fitting for custom suits. I don’t need to insult them because you wanted some attention.”

“I just wanted to tell you in person, this isn’t-”

“So can we make this quick? There’s a car waiting for me and…”

“I couldn’t just tell you in-”

“I need this to be fast.”

You grabbed his arm, tugging on it to bring him down to the couch next to you. This allowed you to look into his eyes as he finally gave you the opportunity to speak. “I’m pregnant.”

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— You’re an avid listener to NSFW ASMR artist Hawks. It’s just your luck that he’s offered to have phone sex with you.

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pairing: takami keigo (hawks) x fem!reader

warnings: smut, 18+, slight abuse of power/influence, phone sex, masturbation, degradation, praise, nsfw asmr artist!hawks

word count: 5,018

a/n: my keyboard is broken and i could actually cry. but hey, hawks do be sexy even tho I would never trust him with my life. also LOL this might be a call out to a lot of us, do not be offended or I will cry.

kinktober day 14 main kink: phone sex | kinktober masterlist

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Fantasizing about being in relationships with fictional characters was entirely healthy and normal.

That was something you believed to the core. It was fictional; thus, no one but you were to be hurt at the end of the day. The character, being fake, could never have an opinion because you must be real in order to have an opinion. So when you were between boyfriends, you discovered a new anime, and before you could stop yourself, you fell hard for a character.

It started as a mild obsession.

You had looked up fanart via google images, your heart warming when you saw the plethora of different fanart. The anime itself had been in circulation for a few years now, the manga for much longer, so the content was endless. Then google images wasn’t enough, and you began crossing into Twitter and Tumblr.

The fanart became better, more engrossing, and definitely much more NSFW. And then, one night during your endless rabbit hole down Tumblr after your daily search on Twitter, you stilled when seeing a new type of content.

⇒ grey fullbuster x reader

The obsession grew worse.

So much so that you had followed nearly five hundred self insert writers and artists on Tumblr, and maybe seven hundred artists, meta writers, and thread makers on twitter. But three months into consuming all the content you could find, you came across a new name that made you tilt your head.

Hawks Fierce Wings

It was a name that was being repeated and heavily talked about on both sites. It was an ASMR artist, apparently, and you frowned at the thought. You didn’t have anything against ASMR videos, but you weren’t exactly sure how to handle an anime ASMR artist. Were they cosplaying while making all those weird ASMR sounds? You really didn’t have any idea, but due to the immense boredom of your lazy day in, you decided to hell with it and tried out his most popular video.

It was simply entitled: Hawks is Jealous.

Did you have any idea as to who Hawks was? God, no, you didn’t. But if it was just some random cosplay he was going to do, you didn’t think it was going to matter. So as the only slightly educated ASMR listener, you never truly became invested when it was a thing; you slipped on your earbuds and pressed play.

The introduction screen faded into an illustrated picture of a slightly handsome man, and some calming yet tense music played in the background. You shifted, eyebrows drew as you waited for the ASMR session to begin, and when it did, you were not ready.

“I saw you walking around with that asshole today,” a voice practically growled in your ear, and you froze.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no!

For almost an entire hour, you sat glued to your sofa, your fingers digging into your lap as the jealous, spiteful words of this man named Hawks poured bitterly in your ear. His words were a near aggravated assault on you and definitely something you were beyond uncomfortable hearing from a stranger, but there was something about his voice that kept you there. Maybe it was the tenor of his tone or the way there was this sly, cunning scent to his words that he seemed to hide deep within his throat, but there was something that kept you there.

The second the passionate, heated kissing noises and heavy moans began to spill from his lips, you screeched, slamming your laptop closed as your cheeks pounded heavily.

Oh my god?!

It took a bit, but eventually, you were able to finish the audio and quickly figured out why he was an NSFW artist. You had never, ever heard a man eat a pussy fake or real as eagerly or vigorously as he did. Your hands were gripping the pants of your leggings, and your chest heaved.

Oh, motherfucking shit.

Finding out there were almost seventy other videos for you to still experience sent you scrambling for more, and eventually, you had to confess you were obsessed. Despite the anime fandoms you had discovered him for, Hawks seemed to be more famous for the content he created as himself. His real name was unknown by the looks of it, and he was only addressed as Hawks by his audience, something you caught on to quickly. So only after creating a new profile for his Youtube account, you made quick work of liking and commenting on every single of his already published seventy-eight nearly one hour and thirty-minute videos. 

Each one was different.

Each one filled with various roadmaps on how Hawks' scenarios would play out for you — the listener. When he used his own persona, he called the listener his little dove or his chicken nugget, sometimes his KFC thigh, or his shish kabob. 

You were glad at the very least he didn’t call you by any of those nicknames when pretending to fuck you at a speed only a “porn-is-my-only-education-on-porn” virgin teenage boy. You knew it wasn’t ideal, usually, but for some reason, it just worked. You commented on everything, read his summaries and thoughts on each video. Eventually, when you found yourself on his final, most recent video, you were ready to go a step further.

The Patreon app on your phone seemed jarringly out of place as you opened the app and subscribed yourself to Hawks' highest tiered option for the price of twenty USD.

And when you got your access to his page, you were immersed in more heavier, better content.

It was a goldmine in a sea of fools gold, and you absolutely went insane.

You weren’t sure if you were insane, needy, or just straight-up idiotic for scrolling to the very first Patreon post and indulging in the content Hawks created. 

There was a stark difference between the warnings alone between the Youtube videos and the Patreon posts. While the porn was readily accessible on Youtube, the kinkiest thing that ever happened in a video was a slight implication that Hawks had left the listener on a vibrator and fuckmachine as he went to go talk to the visiting neighbors.

It was a slight, tiny zone out and miss a detail, but one you had clung onto like an obsessed psycho and even commented on in your comment on the post. Of course, Hawks hadn’t responded, not that you had ever expected him to because all things considered, a video that was eight months old and hadn’t done that well, to begin with, didn’t seem like anything he would remember: notifications and all. 

But Patreon? Oh good, sweet, ravishing Patreon.

The very first video was of the following:

Stepbrother!Hawks fucks Stepsister!Listener in the stairwell during Christmas Dinner.

After praying and swearing to all the deities of the world that you were merely a person with a voice kink for this man and not, in fact, a perverted pseudo-incest worshiper, you clicked on it and began. It was downright sinful.

There were active voices whispered in the background as Hawks laughed about how fucking slutty you were for letting your brother fuck you like this. In the hallway, like a dog, where anyone in your joint family could walk out into. He laughed that you probably wanted it, how your wet ass pussy was greedily sucking him in, so how could you even begin to deny your lust for your brother.

You had to take a break five times during that audio.

Eventually, you do end up catching up.

Each video he had ever posted to your disposal, and most likely due to the different tier levels, you always commented on the videos. Even if it made you feel awkward for lusting over things months old, even if there were no other comments on the videos, which was much more common than you thought, you always commented and liked. It wasn’t anything ever crazy, you had seen the rarest comments bring a whole essay of analysis on why they loved it or the hating words, but you kept it simple.

Just something to keep Hawks spirits high without draining you even further of energy.

A simple: holy shit, that was hot as fucking hell!!!! you never disappoint me!!!

You never expected anything out of it; as a matter of fact, you had merely thought that you were doing the least by merely appreciating his creations when, one night, a few hours after you had gotten home. Your phone chimed with an alert.

Your mouth formed an ‘o’ in surprise; you hadn’t realized there was going to be a new release after he had just updated four days ago. Still, you popped in your earbuds and began the audio with a simple title.

i fuk ur stupid lil pus until u cri

He wasn’t precisely putting much effort into his titles these days, but his tags were definitely accurate and entirely explicit in what was to come. And in this newest video, the prominent tag was degradation.

You weren’t entirely into degradation, but still, you did what you had to do because you weren’t turned off by it. With the beginning sounds of the music playing in the background, you warped into the situation Hawks carefully carved.

But, oh?

Your face simmered with heat as Hawks dirty words dripped from the earbuds, the wet, squelching noise of your cunt and throat being fucked like some inanimate object made you soak through your panties as his disparaging words burned against your spine like a hot brand. After the thirty-minute audio was finished. Your body trembling with the aftershocks of an orgasm that had come despite the lack of actual stimulation of your clit, and you panted on your bed.

Opening your phone once again, you quickly liked the new audio and typed out your comment.

listen, i know i always comment about how fucking hot this shit is, but i have /never/ fucking soaked through my panties… you just did that and i expect a full refund for these panties 💦

You pressed send and, without so much of a second thought, continued your night. You had dinner, talked with friends, and ended the night curled back on the couch with a wine glass in your hand and a simple sit-com playing on the TV. The familiar sound of the Patreon alert rang in your ear, and you frowned, confused.

Grabbing your phone, you opened up the device and nearly shrieked at the sight of the information the notification that said:

Hawks F.W.: lets see those panties before i refund anything

A chill ran down your spine as you quickly put together the indications of this message, and you smirked, despite your quivering hands. 

Me: I have a seven inch dick requirement before seeing any of the goods — yes, that includes my panties

And from that very moment, you began a strange arrangement between you and the NSFW ASMR artist Hawks.

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..

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Working was the worst part of your life, you would say.

At work, you would sit in your small 4x4 cubicle, your shelves stacked with plenty of papers and items you needed, not to mention the computer that took up the majority of your desk. You weren’t quite sure what your job here was, you sort of sat at your desk and did meaningless assignments when assigned, but you did nothing for the most part. 

Before becoming an active Hawks stan, you would spend your time doing nothing playing video games. You had somehow managed to install a VPN onto your hard drive so that your employers wouldn’t be able to see what was on your screen outside of the home screen. They couldn’t trace what you did all day, but they could care less, given you got all your work completed on time and done in an over exceptional way.

But lately, since you had dropped into this… engrossed whore like relationship with Hawks, things changed. 

To be honest, it still shocks you to no end when he tells you that he had always been aware of you. Well, with your consistent, ever appearing comments on his posts and overall enthusiasm for everything he posted, it was hard to not be aware. The mental image of your soaked through panties after a long day at his own work had sent him over the edge, and he finally messaged you.

Through the DM’s in Patreon, the two of you grew to become quite the friends with benefits. He would send you countless personalized audio files because you had quickly confessed to your voice kink and how his voice sent your stomach into hormonal knots. In return, you’d send the picture of an occasional soaked panty, and if he was lucky, an audio clip of your pathetic whines back to his audios.

You couldn’t complain about this arrangement.

But as the number of his patrons doubled, and he wanted to entice his subscribers with paying him even more money, Hawks began to offer a bimonthly personalized five minute audios for his $20 tier. The fans poured into that spot, and Hawks and proudly sent you the new number of adoring fans he was getting. On account of growing platforms such as Tiktok, the number of new listeners he got was nearly exponential, as he currently passed one million followers last week. 

The cheeky bastard was also making enough money to stop working his regular work hours anymore. Choosing to transition slowly into his Patreon career while recording.

Hawks, however, seemed to have other ideas for your eventual personalized voice audio.

Hawks had simply asked if, by any chance, you were going to be working tomorrow the night before. Groaning loudly in recognition of your work schedule, you had texted him back that you were going to be working. Snidely including the fact that you weren’t rich like him, you needed the tedious old nine to five job.

Hawks: how utterly boring anyway u can b free around 2?

Me: Eh… probably not. Busy girl w busy schedule, ill be back from lunch so no break Why?

Hawks: well, u knw tht uve been amzing & th bst follower so i wanted 2 give u smthing better then the personalized audio

Me: Oh? Well, what is it?’

Hawks: pick up tmrw n find out

He had changed the subject immediately afterward by dodging all of your questions with ease. So you dropped it, and the two of you resumed a night of flirting. But now, sitting in your small cubicle, your eyes flashing to the clock that read 1:57 p.m., sweat began to build on your palm.

You peered down to your phone as you waited for something, anything from Hawks to show up. The fucker was too cheeky, evasive, and quick for his own good. You felt like pouting as you glared at the phone, waiting for the screen to light up.

And you stilled when finally, at precisely 1:59 p.m., your phone gleamed with light. You couldn’t abandon your computer mouse quicker than you did as you grabbed your phone, unlocking it, and reading the message from Hawks.

Hawks: do u have earbuds?

Me: Yes?

Hawks: good put them on n pick up

The moment you had read the first message, you were already pulling out your earbuds, synching them up to your phone, and placing them into your ear. But your jaw dropped when, for the first time, the call feature highlighted onto the screen, the time immediately changing to that of 2:00 p.m. The decline or accept button had never looked as daunting as it did right now.

Despite the call trying to go through, you still saw his follow up.

Hawks: if u dont pick up u wont get shit

[Accept]

You felt your heart hammering in your chest as both fear, apprehension, and excitement boiled through your veins, the hammering blood pounding in your ears as you waited for some sort of noise on the opposite side of the line.

“Little dove?” Hawks' voices filled your ears, and despite yourself, you smiled softly. The naturalness of his voice sends warm thumps down your spine.

“Hi, Hawks,” you whisper breathlessly, your head already checking to make sure your neighboring cubicle mates didn’t try to look over the divisions to stare at you. For the most part, the office building was quiet except for the phone calls, the clanking of computer keys, and the monotonous music playing softly on the speaker's head. 

“Whatcha doing?” he drawled, and you felt your skin heat up when you heard the all too familiar sound of his shoes hitting the top of his desk, the soft whine of his chair as he leaned back onto it. “Are you really at work?”

“What do you mean, am I really at work?” you squeaked, half horrified at the way the lazy, warm heat of lust was infiltrating your body at the sound of his voice, and the annoyance that he thought you had been lying? “Of course I am; it’s two p.m. on a Wednesday!”

“Ah, so little dove-chan is a raging pervert who engages in phone sex to bypass her long hours at work?” Hawks sighed his tone that of understanding and dismissal. You splutter. “You never fail to surprise me.”

“I do not do… that!” you stammer, your face feeling like hot cinders, your fingers and eyes double-checking to make sure that the audio was going to your earbuds and your earbuds only. You also couldn’t help the way your eyes swept around you, trying to make sure you hadn’t accidentally invited unwanted attention. “I said I was busy!”

“But, you picked up my call?”

“You said, or else!”

“Mmm, okay, I think I see,” Hawks tutted, and although you had never seen what you supposed to be his handsome face, you could imagine a lazy, toothy smirk on his face. “Don’t worry, I don’t mind using your little cubicle to talk you into fucking yourself good for me.”

Your jaw drops.

It hits the desk, and the muffled shriek of utter humiliation is only silenced because you bit onto your tongue like a rabid animal.

“Aw, you sound so excited for me already, little dove. I bet you want to know what I’m going to do to you, don’t you? I just know that I’m going to make you feel so... good…”

“Hawks!” you plea in a hushed whisper, your heart hammering where you sat frozen like a deer in headlights. Sure, you had definitely played his audios before to pass the time, but never before in your existence had you had actual phone sex. This was riskier than just listening to his audios; his audios always had a pattern, a way to escape from the madness of his voice when people were closer than you’d like. But this? No, there was no escape. “I’m at work! I c-can’t!”

“But, fuck, I want you so bad,” Hawks' voice dipped into a gravely tone, his voice just perfectly scratchy enough that your shoulders trembled in unspoken, untouched want. “I want to feel your cunt around my cock, baby, your pussy is so hot and I want to be the fucking lucky bastard that gets to fuck you through your bed.”

“O-Oh my god…”

“I’ve been thinking of what your tits look like,” Hawks continues on, his voice continuing in the style you liked the most. It was raw, heavy, and deep. No character impersonations, just him, pure Hawks. “I hope they bounce the way they do when I imagine you riding me. I want to see you moan when I kiss the underside of your tit, I want to see your face when you realize that you’re my girl, nobody's else's, but mine.”

Heat floods your panties at his words, your shallow breaths making him chuckle on the other end. 

“You’d be so lucky to be just mine, wouldn’t you, little dove?” Hawks snaps, his voice demanding a response, and you heave.

You look around, no one is near, and you croak out: “I’d be so lucky.”

“Louder.”

“I’d be so lucky.”

“Mm, there we go,” Hawks laughs, and your ears prickle for any noise that may indicate that someone was listening in. “What? Are you getting nervous that your needy ass will be heard by your coworkers right now? Answer me.”

“Mhmm,” you hum loudly, your cunt pulsing with more incredible heat and your hands shaking with a slight fear of being caught.

“Aww, don’t worry, little dove. I’m sure your boss will understand that you’re my newest fucktoy and will let me continue. Maybe they’ll want to join in?”

You whimper softly, shifting in your seat at that thought. You didn’t really want your boss coming anywhere near you, he was old and gross for one, and nothing could take the place of this beautiful man's voice in your ear right now.

“Oh, was that a no? You don’t want other people fucking you, do you, y/n? I bet you only want to have my cock in your tight little pussy, bet you want to watch the way that greedy little thing sucks me in, begging for my seed. Would you want me to cum deep inside you? You would like that little dove; you’d like to be full of my cum.”

“H-Hawks,” you keen as quietly as you can, your hips shifting uncomfortably in your seat, your heart hammering in your throat. The pressing heat in your cunt is growing, your panties growing with wet slick as Hawks' voice whispers down your ear, filling every empty and void space in your brain until you were having trouble focusing on the very much public spot you were in.

Hawks let out a soft, guttural moan, and you froze, face entirely combusting into an inferno as the familiar slick slapping of his fapping cock filled your ear. Immediately, you forgot everything.

“A-Are you—?!” you splutter, unable to find the words or the energy to come up with a way to ask if he was masturbating right now. Your eyes spun, your mind in a complete haze as soft, raunchy moans spilled from his lips, striking against your nerves and soul with each successive sound.

“I’m only trying to help you out here, dove,” Hawks growled, undoubtedly in effect to a rather loud smack of his fist colliding with his thrusting hip. “You’re the little office slut who picked up a phone call to entice in phone sex. I bet you knew exactly what I was going to do, and your pathetic, needy whore self caved to my instructions.”

Your fingers curled into the armrest of your chair.

“I bet this makes your boring ass job tolerable, the perfect distraction to a shit job, then imagining a few minutes of fucking yourself against my hard cock.”

“That’s not true!”

“No?” Hawks laughed, not believing you any more than you did. “So you wouldn’t hate it if I showed up and fucked you into the wall of your cubicle? You wouldn’t mind if I claimed your sweet-smelling pussy against your desk for everyone to hear? I know you can scream like a bitch in heat. I know that pretty little cunt of yours would milk my cock dry. Oh, I just know you would look so fucking sexy with your back arched, eyes closed, and you begging for hours just to cum. You wouldn’t cum without my permission, right?”

You gasped, heart fluttering, hammering in your chest as you shook your head, not trusting yourself to speak.

“I need a verbal answer, little dove.”

The heat in your core was blistering, your thighs shaking with your unadulterated lust and need as you ground into the cushion of your chair. All logic and moral long gone as he snarled and moaned your name in your ear, the slick of his fapping cock echoing like a great bell in your ear. You wanted to hear him cum, wanted to listen to the pithering sound of his echoing moans as he spilled the contents of his balls onto his hand — and how you wished it was your womb.

“I won’t cum w-without your permission!” you whispered, your skin shivering with your fear of being caught. 

“God, you sound like such a dirty fucking bitch. I bet your pussy is fucking soaked already. Bet you really want to run that slutty embarrassed finger against your clit but don’t want to be caught by your perverted coworkers,” Hawks hissed, his breaths turning into steady, heavy hot pants. You mewl softly, confirming his spoken thoughts, and he huffs out a laugh. “How many fingers do you normally shove up that pretty cunt of yours, little dove?”

“T-Three!” you gasp, your forehead pressing to the cool of your desk, your eyes glazed over and looking at the entrance of your cubicle, fervently wishing that no one tries to check on you as you grind against your stable chair. “O-Only three fit.”

“Fuck, you really do have a tight cunt, don’t you,” Hawks snaps, the wet sounds of his fisting hand around his cock a beautiful melody in your ear that makes you whine at the back of your throat. “Bet you can’t even fit cocks up your cunt without lube, huh. You gotta stay on top, or else you’ll get hurt with how thick and long my cock will be up that baby pussy of yours.”

“H-Hawks!” you grit out, the friction of grinding on the seat no longer working.

“Go to the bathroom, now,” Hawks commands, the small gasps on his voice from his approaching orgasm more than enough ammo for you to do as told.

You sprint to the bathroom, the slick of your cunt hot, and evident to you as you sped to the bathroom. Your phone clenched in your hand as you locked the door behind you, glad the room was empty. Barely managing to get yourself into the stall, the toilet paper placed on the seat as you raised your legs up, already prepared. The skirt you wore was bunched above your ass, and the panties you wore, stretching out around your knees.

“Sounds like you’re ready to start fucking that pussy for me,” Hawks laughs, but there's no humor, just bite. “Put in three fingers, now.”

Without even arguing or caring, three fingers slip into your cunt, and you cry at the feeling of your fingers completely stretching you out. The smell of sex and slick filling your nose as your fingers slick up, fucking your tight cunt as you moan louder and louder for Hawks. 

“God, your fucking pussy is so fucking wet, I can hear it from here!” Hawks moans, the frantic sound of his drilling hips gaining speed and momentum. 

“I want it to be you!” you moan, your face burning in your humiliation. “I want it to be you fucking my pussy, claiming me in this bathroom. I need you, Hawks, I want your cock so badly!”

“Fuck,” Hawks gasps, something tumbling in the background. “Such sweet words for a fucking dirty ass cumslut,” he growls, and your legs shake, your clit and cunt thrumming with your increasing arousal and pit of tightness in your core. 

“HAWKS, FUCK!” you sob as your hips try to start a merciless speed against your fingers, your body trying to match the speed in which Hawks was fucking his own hand.

“Keep screaming my name, whore.” Hawks gasps, his noises of pleasure beginning to grow louder and louder, your eyes crossing in satisfaction. “Screaming my name like the fucking slutty mess you are. All this shit just to get me to fuck you? God, you’re so fucking pathetic y/n. Begging for me, begging for more? I think you’re my favorite little dove ever, gonna make you mine whenever I get to fuck that pussy.”

“Hawks!” you wail his name again, your arms and pussy throbbing with the energy it takes to keep up with his inhumane speeds. Your vision seeing stars as you tremble more and more, your legs slipping from the toilet seat, yet. “I am your whore, your little dove. Please let me come, please! You fuck me so well, fucking hell, please, I needa cum, I needa cum!”

“Cum with me,” he snaps, his voice so deep, so dangerously smooth. It was precisely what you needed, the voice kink you had for his tenor exactly fulfilled entirely with that simple, last command. And just like that, your jaw slackens, head slamming backward, and pleasurable waves crash through you.

Your fingers still rock at your clit, and your vice gripped walls, your toes curling within your shoes as you soundlessly scream. Hawks, on the other end, is practically snarling, voice deep and altogether dangerous as grunt after grunt leaves him, and you can imagine the milk-white cum splattered all over his chest and hand. A beautiful, perfect sight that you wish you could see for yourself.

Exhaustion settles in your bones as you sit on the toilet, still entirely exhausted as you heave for air. 

“I think that was the best fucking orgasm I ever had,” you mumble, your eyes closed, not ready to stand up and move. “Thank you.”

“I’m good at what I… at what I do,” Hawks stumbles, husky exhaustion ringing in his own voice. “Now, little dove, finish up work, and I promise there’ll be a surprise waiting for you when you’re done.”

Not entirely agreeing, but not disagreeing with his command to go finish you last… two and a half hours at work, you begrudgingly said goodbye to Hawks before washing your hands and exiting the bathroom.

When five o’clock came, you watched as your phone screen lit up, and your face flushed as you read the DM from Hawks.

Hawks: this is my fav audio now ↳ hawks_littledove.mp3 but you surprised me today, so in case u ever want to have more fun sometime  call me 03-9183-2495 ;)

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

How do you find jhope's new single. Is it to your liking was he raw enough for you or? As for me I don't really listen jhope and rm's music never had and never will it just doesn't intrest me. I listen to about 5 yongi's songs including that that. Jk and Jm's songs are my jam with a little bit of jin here and there.

The song and the mv were underwhelming for me. It's like he tried something, but didn't go all the way. He tried to emulate some emo, punk rock vibe, but it was just that. It felt as if this is just another aesthetic chose for the music video concept, without being any deeper than that. I do think it was an interesting choice and a good thing that he showed a more darker side than what he usually released, but I don't think the visual elements were ultimately entirely suitable with the lyrics. For example, there were a lot of references to Fincher's work, like Se7en with the box, and mostly Fight Club which was used for the office scenes, with the numb workers and J-Hope some kind of Edward Norton who sees all the bullshit and wants to escape it. But then what do lyrics about a musician superstar who sings about his passion, how he wants so much more than what he has until now and the struggle that comes with it, but also loves the fans and his bag of trophies (the Grammy insert was just.....no) have anything to do with a social commentary on overworking culture that is deeply connected to capitalism and people being slaves to it. And not just any people, but working and middle class, who go through life as zombies? Both Hobi and these societal categories have "the struggle" in common, but that's it. I just don't think there was enough correlation that would require such a nod to Fight Club. The chorus part where he sings with those weird looking guys was supposed to be the hardcore moment, but once again I felt like he's trying to imitate that punk rock anger. Like it wasn't genuine. I'm not talking here about the honesty of the lyrics and J-Hope wanting to show the uglier side. Good for him for doing that and trying this new direction. I think my main criticism is that, concept wise, it looked weak.

Of course that compared to some of the BTS work released, especially lately, this is a major change and it could be a good thing in the long run. Technically and aesthetically wise, the mv was better than a Lumpens one, but I think that ultimately, it would be reductive and not a really good thing to just compare a solo work to BTS. I think the comparison should stretch and encompass a wider net, by looking at other solo K-Pop acts, other bands/artists that have music in a similar genre/message, outside of K-Pop. Having that perspective helps a lot.

[lost-in-the-80s]

It’s So Easy

Pairing: Axl Rose x fem!reader

Words: 1,908k

Requested by: @teasid​ I hope you like it, hon!

Summary: You have been a personal groupie of Guns n Roses for a while now, and things can get a little heated when they invite you to take part in the It’s So Easy videoclip. (smut)

A/N: You guys know how much I love and relate to Axl, so I wanted to do something for his birthday as well. I’m sorry if it’s not good, I had a hard time writing this one… Requests are open until tomorrow, btw :)

Warnings: mature content, swearing and unprotected sex (use a condom guys)

October 10, 1989 

It was an afternoon in Los Angeles and you were in a taxi, crossing the city towards the infamous Cathouse to take part in a video clip.

Guns n Roses had been back in town for a while now, their world tour was finally over and the band wanted to turn It’s So Easy into a music video, going completely against MTV’s standards, making something on the Guns’ style: groupies, sex and rock and roll. 

You had to admit that you were a little surprised when you received a call from Axl himself, asking you to take part in the video. You had accompanied the band since early days, and had even gone with them during the US tour. But you hadn’t heard from any of them ever since they went to Europe in 1988. 

But you’d never skip a chance to be in a Guns n Roses music video, especially with the little description Axl had given you through the phone. So here you were, entering the club, walking through the corridors while trying to find the guys.

“Y/N!” 

You turned around, finding Duff and Slash not too far from you.

“Hey, guys!” You smiled as they walked towards you, hugging you.

“I’m glad you accepted the offer.” Duff smiled.

“You know me, I’d never say no to you guys.” Your smile growing bigger. 

“Come on then, let’s find the rest,” Slash said, resting his arm on your shoulders and guiding you towards another part of the club.

Entering the bar area, you found the rest of the boys sitting at a table with an old man and two other girls, who you presumed were groupies as well. 

“Good afternoon.” You smiled slightly before sitting on a free chair beside Axl.

“Y/N, this is Jack, he’s gonna be the director. And these are Anna and Pamela, they’ll be in the video too.” Duff pointed to each one of them.

“Hi.” You smiled at them, before resting your back on the chair and taking in the boys around you.

Izzy looked skinnier than ever, dark circles around his eyes along with his constant greasy hair. Steven’s eyes looked tired, but his smile remained there. You could smell the vodka in Duff from far away and Slash’s hair was longer than usual. 

You weren’t the only one paying attention to the people around you though, you realized it when you heard Axl’s voice whisper in your ear:

“Your hair’s bigger… I like it.” 

You turned your head, facing him. 

Damn, how can he be this hot? You thought to yourself.

Axl had always been your favorite, of course, the others were great in bed and you liked them a lot, but Axl was different, there was something about the way his eyes burned your pupils that made you always have a weakness for him.

“Thanks, Ax.” You whispered back.

The two of you stared at each other for some seconds, the room growing hotter and everything around you slowly disappearing. However, someone’s voice caught your attention, making you look away from each other.

“I looked at the rooms and found some nice places to film. Let’s start in an hour, that way everyone can get ready… Let’s film the girls first.” The director looked towards you and the other two groupies. “We’ll film you girls separately, you’ll just need to dance in a very sexy way in front of the camera.”

“Pamela, you’re the white one.” He gave her a bag with clothes. “Anna, you’re in green today.” She nodded while taking the bag from his hands. “Y/N, you’re in black, you’re gonna make some scenes with Axl too.” 

You felt Axl’s hand against your thigh, squeezing it slightly. You nodded, getting the bag and taking a look inside. You frowned a little when you found a red gag inside of the bag. You looked to your side, meeting Axl’s smirk, making you bite your lips in expectation for the scenes. 

“We have to finish soon, they have to get the club set up for the gig later, so let’s try not to waste too much time getting ready, ok?” 

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Not too long after that, you found yourself tied up, with a gag on your mouth, dressed in black leather clothes as Axl smacked your ass with a whip in front of the cameras.  His hands would run through every part of your body, and even though the two of you were acting, you couldn’t help but get wet. 

The longer the two of you stayed, doing scenes again and again to get better angles, the wetter you seemed to get, coming to a point where you had to squeeze your legs shut while the director watched the scenes to see if you would have to do it again.

Axl was in the same condition, he had been with a bulge on since the beginning of the scene, and that was just making your situation worse to control. 

“Ok, that’s it. We got it.” The director said, and you nodded in relief.

“You can go and get changed.” He said looking at you, so you turned around and went straight to the dressing room, hoping there would be cold water there or even a cold shower. 

“Hey! Good job with the scenes.” Pamela smiled as you entered the dressing room.

You nodded, reaching behind your head to try to take the gag away. 

“Want some help?” She asked.

You nodded again, dropping your hands beside your body. 

She giggled slightly, stopping behind you and opening the gag for you. 

“Thanks.” You said, smiling at her while you rubbed your jaw. 

“How’s it?”

“Uncomfortable.” You laughed.

“I bet it is.” She laughed with you while getting her purse. 

“You going already?”

“Yeah, I have an appointment tonight, won’t be able to stay for the gig.” 

“Oh, okay then.” 

“Bye, Y/N.”

“Bye!”

You stopped in front of the couch, removing your clothes when you heard the door opening again.

“Forgot something?” You asked, thinking it was Pamela. 

“Not really.” Axl’s voice caught your ears as he hugged your naked body from behind, his lips brushing against your neck.

“Hey." You could feel his bone against your butt, making you press yourself more against him, smiling when you heard him hiss. 

“What do you say, Y/N? Let’s have some fun?” One of his hands went down your body, finding your already wet core and sliding one finger between your folds.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes as you took in the sensation of his cold finger against your warm clit. You wanted to reply, but your mind went out of words, so you just moved one hand to his hair, grabbing and pulling slightly at his strands. 

“Is that a yes?” He gave you a dry chuckle.

You nodded in return, a weak yes leaving your lips. 

He started kissing your neck, as he inserted two fingers inside of you, making you gasp and tug at his hair stronger. His lips leaving sloppy and sweet kisses mixed with hungry and harsh bites on your neck, while his fingers explored every single part of you, making a small moan leave your lips.

“So wet for me, already.” He whispered against your ear, and you could clearly hear the smirk in his voice.

“Axl.” You moaned.

He removed his fingers from you, causing a whine to leave your lips as he turned you around, making you face him. 

He cupped your face with one of his hands, while the other grabbed your hair, pulling you closer and closer to him. His lips met yours, sharing a dangerously hot kiss, full of desire. 

You tangled one of your legs against his waist, smiling slightly when he let go of your hair to grab your leg, moving his hand slowly towards your butt cheek, squeezing it harshly before he started removing his clothes. 

You let go of him, admiring his form as he removed the last pieces of clothing remaining on his body, biting your lips eagerly when his member was freed, rising up proudly. 

“Like what you see?” He asked.

“Yes.” You smirked before pulling him in for another heated kiss.

He started moving you towards the dressing tables, stopping when your butt hit the cold piece of furniture, turning you around again, making you face yourself in the mirror. 

“Lean down for me, doll.” His hand gently pushing your back, making you lean your upper part closer to the table. 

“Are you still taking pills?” 

“Yeah.”

“Good.” 

You felt his cock collecting some of your juices before sliding slowly inside of you, making a moan leave yours and his lips.  His hands found your hips, gripping at them while he started thrusting in and out of you at a delicious pace. 

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” He smacked your ass harshly, and you were sure his handprint would be there for a while.

He increased his thrusts, making them faster and harder as one of his hands grabbed your hair, lifting your head a little, making a wave of pure pleasure run through your veins.

Through the mirror, you could see his concentrated face, the way his lips cramped and how sweat started forming on his forehead. You always loved how serious he got during sex. 

You buckled up your hips more, giving him a new angle, allowing him to find your sweet spot instantly, making a loud moan leave your throat. 

“Oh my God, yes!” You manage to say between moans as he took that as an incentive to start thrusting even harder on you. 

After a few minutes you both were moaning loud enough to fill the entire room, your bodies were sweating and his repetitive moves against your sweet spot were making your walls start clenching around his member, making a loud groan left his throat as he pulled at your hair stronger, thrusting in and out of you, each time faster.

"Shit…. I'm gonna cum!" You said between gritted teeth, squeezing your eyes shut and taking in the pleasure that slowly started to take control over your body.

You felt Axl’s finger moving fastly on your clit, turning you into a mess of moans and sweat as your mind started going numb. 

"Yes... cum for me, doll!" Axl said between groans, his voice making the deal as your legs started shaking and your grip against the table got stronger.

His thrusts became stronger and you felt a wave of pure pleasure take over your body as you hit your climax, moaning his name loudly. 

He thrust inside of you a couple more times before he came too. You opened your eyes just in time to see him saying a lot of incoherent words and his face contorting in pleasure as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back a little.

The sight was a huge turn on, and if you hadn’t just hit your climax, you definitely would have now. 

You felt jats of his liquids filling you as he cursed loudly before removing himself, stopping for a second just to see his liquids, mixed with yours, leaving your core, making his member throb.

“Fuck, I missed this.” He said, whipping some sweat out of his forehead. 

“Yeah, me too.” You said, still trying to catch your breath as you got up, adjusting the mess Axl had made on your hair. 

He turned around, getting a white towel and handing it to you. “Here.”

“Thanks.” You said, starting to clean yourself.

“Will you stay?... You know? For the gig?” He rubbed the back of his neck as he watched you.

“Yes, I will.” You smiled slightly.

“Good.” He smiled. “See you during the gig then.” He came closer, evolving you in another hot kiss before he left the dressing room. 

I really did miss this. You thought to yourself

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So I Just Finished Skam...

First of all, I loved it. It was an incredible show and I'm so glad that there are so many remakes because I enjoyed it so much. One of my favorite things about the show was the fact that it feels extremely realistic, and I think a lot of that is due to the fact that a majority of the actors were actual teenagers (rather than actors who are obviously in their mid 20s and playing characters who are 16) and the fact that the characters behaved like actual teenagers (like using Facebook and Instagram, using "bad" language, dancing and singing along to music, etc. etc.). The other thing I adored about this show was the amount of importance that was placed on friendship. Platonic relationships in fiction are normally vastly underrated or underdeveloped in favor of romantic ones, so I appreciated that Skam showed so many friendships. So I decided to make a list of my favorite friendship moments from each season (two moments per season, with honorable mentions at the end before moving on).

Season 1:

1) Noora cheering up Eva by singing Justin Bieber to her:

I am not a fan of Justin Bieber at all (if you like him, all the more power to you, but I personally can't stand him), but Noora singing to Eva was such a great moment. She knew how sad Eva was, and decided to cheer her up by sharing something that made her (Noora) happy, and it was a really sweet moment between friends. It was also something that is realistic to do when someone you care about is down, and even though it was a small scene, it showed how strong a friendship Noora and Eva have.

2) All of the bonding moments between Sana, Vilde, Eva, Noora, and Chris:

I know this is a vague one, but just the sheer amount of time the girls spend together, whether they are doing something important or just hanging out was really awesome to see. Most of the time, tv shows don't take time to show us little moments like characters talking about boys or just sitting hanging out unless it has a more dramatc purpose. With Skam, we got to see those moments, which made the friendship between the girls that much more realistic.

Honorable Mentions for Season 1:

Eva grabbing the wrong Chris for Vilde, leading both Chris and Penetrator Chris (love that nearly everyone calls him that in the show by the way) to share a huge hug and go "name twins!" because that's totally something I'd do if I met someone who shared my name.

Eva and Ingrid finally talking about everything that happened, giving them both closure and the ability to move on, even if their friendship would never be the same (this was such a great scene because it showed Eva apologizing and telling Ingrid that she couldn't change what she did, but she would if she could, and it also allowed Ingrid to be hurt by what happened with Jonas, because let's face it, Ingrid was the injured party in that particular situation).

Season 2:

1) Noora telling Vilde all of the important things that the ingredients for tortilla do for you, and Vilde later doing the same for Noora:

I love how all of the girls take care of one another, but this scene in particular I loved a lot. Noora has noticed that Vilde hasn't been eating, and after hearing Vilde tell her all the reasons she doesn't like potatoes, Noora tells Vilde all the reasons she should. Noora also does so in a way that isn't shaming Vilde or being condescending to her, rather, Noora brings it up in a casual conversation. Later, Vilde notices Noora not eating, and prepares tortilla for her, quoting what Noora told her about potatoes and eating it with her. I loved this scene because it showed how much Noora and Vilde understood one another, as well as the importance of support.

2) The amount of support given to Noora by the girls after she discloses what happened with Nico:

This one is a total no-brainer. Noora had no idea what had happened that night, and had very little to go off of, and she spent the next few episodes terrified. When she tells the girls what she thinks might have happened, they all immediately stop what they're doing and rally around her. The no-dialogue scene in which they take Noora to the doctor and hold her and keep her safe was incredibly touching, and to be honest, nearly made me tear up.

Honorable Mentions for Season 2:

Sana and Chris playing a joke on the girls at the cabin during their break, because that whole episode was hilarious, and the individual ways each girl reacted was totally in character for each of them.

All of the girls telling Noora that they knew about her and William, because it was the most obvious thing in the world, and Noora being sheepish and surprised that she hadn't been hiding it as well as she thought.

Season 3:

1) Jonas, Magnus, and Mahdi telling Isak what to text Even:

This scene was so funny, and not the type I usually get to see when it comes to male friendships. I love that Isak tells them that he has no idea how to reply to Even, and Jonas tells him what he should say, with Magnus and Mahdi inserting their opinions and talking about how they text girls. It was enjoyable to watch because too many times fiction shows us that boys don't have the same relationship confusion that girls do, and it's often not true. I like that this scene allowed the boys to just be boys, because everybody deals with uncertainty, especially when it comes to liking someone.

2) Linn and Even playing video games together:

I know this scene is literally like two seconds and that we only see them ending from Isak's perspective, but hear me out. I'm pretty sure this is the first scene we see that shows Linn actively smiling and looking happy. Also, Even had just come off of a manic episode, was feeling depressed, and when we see him playing video games with Linn, he too looks actually happy, which is always great to see. Plus, the way Linn and Even are interacting with one another, it looks like they've known each other forever rather than two people who have just met, and even though it was a fraction of a scene, it was super great to watch.

Honorable Mentions for Season 3:

The entire development of Sana and Isak's friendship (I almost broke my "only two friendship moments" per season rule for this, but I decided to stick to my guns). Isak and Sana have a great friendship and I love how it came out of nowhere. Their friendship is literally started by being partnered together for school, which only happened because Sana sat by Isak to tell him that she had the weed he hid (a beautiful start to a beautiful friendship).

Isak coming out to Jonas by telling him that he liked someone and giving him the hint that it wasn't a girl, and Jonas reacting by thinking about the hint for a minute and then going "it's not me...is it?" because the expression Jonas had on his face while he thought about who it could be was funny because it looked like the fact that Isak had just come out to him wasn't even on his radar, because he was more concerned about guessing right, and the fact that he guessed himself was humorous to me.

Season 4:

1) Chris being a total ride-or-die friend to Sana after the stuff regarding the hate accounts for Sara and Vilde came out:

Everybody needs a friend like Chris. She is without a doubt one of the most loyal tv show characters I've seen and I wish Skam had run for more seasons so we could get a Chris season (and a Vilde season and an Even season, and a spin-off for Eskild and Linn, who both totally deserve one). Chris is the first person Sana told about the Sara account, and the first thing she did was tell Sana that the hate would blow over if Eva found out the truth (because Eva and everybody else thought Isak was responsible for it, and Eva was pissed AF at him). Chris also made sure that Sana knew that she didn't hate her for what happened, because everybody screwed up (seriously, we all need a friend like Chris).

2) The girls showing up to the bus meeting in their own tiny bus named "Los Losers" for Sana, effectively showing all of the Pepsi-Max girls (like Penetrator Chris, that will forever be their name) that if you mess with one of them, you mess with all of them. Sana was terrified that the girls would never forgive her, and when they all show up in the bus screaming her name, the joy on Sana's face is practically tangible. I love that they all pull Sana into the bus and give the Pepsi-Max girls the finger as they drive off, because really, what better way to show the true bonds of friendship than by collectively flipping off a ton of girls who messed with one of their own.

Honorable Mentions for Season 4:

Sana and Even's friendship, and the fact that she protected and respected his privacy when Isak asked her why she never said that she already knew Even, because too many times do I see characters give away information to other people that isn't theirs to give, and the fact that it didn't matter to Sana that Isak and Even were together, she was still going to make sure that Even had a right to the details of his personal life was extremely important.

The conversation between Sana and Jamilla about their schooling and Islam, because the texts we see between them prior to their falling out show that they were very close, and it was nice to see them talk and reconcile, because that's how life works sometimes. You fight and fall out with people, and after time passes, sometimes there is reconciliation.

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Here’s another thought based off this blurb I wrote. 

Reader Insert. 

CW: Smut adjacent. 

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You’re just on the couch, feet propped up on the edge of the coffee table still scrolling through TikTok. Calum’s taken resident up in your lap, head resting on your thighs and his phone is preoccupying him too. That TikTok keeps coming back to your head, the sudden change from the soft voice over to Corpse’s voice. It looks some lurking, and lots of Googling on how to actually make a TikTok, but in the search you come up with a plan. It in some part requires Calum to trust you. 

“Babe?” you start, running your fingers through his hair. 

“Yeah?”

“Can I make a TikTok of you?”

He looks up, tearing his gaze from his phone. “What-what you are you thinking about?”

“Using the same sound off the same video I showed you. Just tickles, really,” you say. 

“God, I hate tickles. But sure, I guess.”

You kiss his nose, “Thanks, babe.” 

“Do I need to do anything?”

“Nah, just say comfy,” you encourage, kissing his forehead. 

He nods, turning his head just a little to kiss at your tummy. “I can do that.” As the countdown starts, you drag your fingers over his scalp. The song plays and your fingers move into his armpits and he giggles. His natural reaction is to squeeze his arms to his side. It ultimately keeps your hand trapped but you laugh just a little at his response. 

As the bass drops and Corpse’s voice filters through, you’re able to wriggle your hand free and slide it over his chest. He settles, peering up at you to see if you’re done. In this action, you’re able to slip your hand up to his throat and give it a small squeeze. The surprise isn’t missed as Calum gasps for just a second before a tiny tiny moan escapes him. His eyes flutter for just a moment. You’re positive the audio is done by now but you do lean down to press a kiss to his lips. 

Calum’s not one to usually submit, but it’s there. He does like to be taken care of sometimes and it tends to happen when things get stressful with work or when he’s got a lot on his plate. And it’s not that he can’t take care, it’s not like he can’t take care of things, but sometimes it’s have someone else do it. It’s nice to have someone else please him. 

And truth be told, the action should shock him. He should recoil given that you just tickled him, but there’s a gleam in your eyes when you leaned into him. You looked so proud to see him respond that way, to see him trust you, so he pull himself into a seating position and cups your cheek. “You didn’t tell me that was part of the bit.”

You’re acutely aware to save the draft, but your phone is the last of your worries. “Wanted it to be a surprise.”

The distance between you two is short, and grows even shorter as you push up and Calum leans in. His nose brushes over yours. “Considered me surprised.” The pad of his thumb strokes your cheek before he drags his whole palm down and cups your throat in return. 

You push forward to seal his mouth in a kiss, peeling his hand away from your flesh. The kiss is short before you pull away. “I don’t think you get to call the shots right now, baby.” 

Calum can only let out a shaky exhale as you kiss over the side of his neck, “Okay.”

Calum’s head rests on your chest, the blanket draped on the back of the couch thrown over the both of you. His fingers trace over your sides slowly. Your fingers are scratching over his scalp. “Do you remember if we got Oreos last trip to the store?” you ask quietly. Your fingers move down to the muscle of his back, scratching just a little at the flesh.

“We did. But I can’t say any is left,” he laughs, sitting up. “Which might entirely be my fault, but that’s neither here nor there.” He redresses but drapes the blanket back over you, even goes as far as to tuck the ends around you. 

“I am not prisoner to the couch,” you tease.

“You must certainly are.” While Calum checks the kitchen for Oreos, you redress mostly but rewrap yourself in the blanket. 

“Huzzah, a full sleeve is left,” Calum declares from the kitchen and then rushes back into the living room. He plops down behind you, resting the package in your lap. You feed him the first one and the voice from the TV surround the two of you. The two of you enjoy the sleeve and then eventually move into the bedroom to wash up and retire under the sheets. 

The next morning when you check your phone, as you open the Twitter app your notifications are absolutely flooded. You check to see what happened. Normally, there’s a tweet about you here and there, but you turned off notifications just in general to be safe. But you still checked it periodically. As the tweet loads, you pull your brows down into confusion. Didn’t know they got it on like THAT!

When you scroll up in the chain, you spy the TikTok. You could’ve sworn you had only saved the draft not published it. But when you change to the TikTok app, you realize at the top of your profile is the video. “Holy shit.” You climb out of bed and scurry to find Calum. You’re already trying to get your fingers to stop shaking so you can delete the video. But at this point it is too late, you realize. “Babe?” you call out into the house. “Babe?!”

“Outside,” comes his reply and you spin around and hurry down to the open backyard doors. 

“Babe, I’m so sorry,” you rush out. 

Calum takes in the panic in your eyes and how your phone is wobbling in your hand. “Hey, hey, whatever it is, we’ll work through it, okay?” But all you can seem to do is just apologize. He nods, guiding you into his chest and rubs his hand up and down your back. “Ssh, take a deep breathe.”

“I-I thought the video was just a draft,” you say more but it gets slightly muffled as you press your face deeper into his skin. 

Calum can deduce the problem though. “But you published it by accident?” he asks. You nod. “And I can only assume it only took a matter of time before fans found it huh?” You give another nod. 

A sigh leaves his chest and you pull back, “I-I deleted it once I found out and it’s a throwaway account. It’s not even my face as the profile picture you know? I-I thought I was being safe.”

“Shit happens,” Calum returns, using his fingers to wipe away the tears. “It’s out there now. What else can we do?”

“I’m so sorry.” 

He kisses your forehead. “I accept your apology. Let’s get some waffles, want waffles?”

You’re not sure how Calum can be so calm about this. “You’re-you’re not mad. After everything?”

“You posting something by accident isn’t the same, okay? Besides, that video is the most harmless thing that’s come out. You know, none of us are saints, nor do we pretend to be saints.” He shrugs. “Besides, what a way to confirm a relationship, you know?”

The two of you had been dating for a while, two years and some change. You had popped up occasionally in an Instagram posts and you two got spotted here and there hanging out. But you were pretty good at keeping your face hidden or turned away from paps when you could spot them. One picture of your face had surfaced, really early on. But not much since then. 

Of course, the fans still speculated after all these years that you two were still together but neither you or Calum had done anything to confirm it. It didn’t bother you, you kinda liked the secrecy. It was easier to ignore the occasional tweet about your relationship but most fans had a feeling nothing would ever really be said. 

Until now. 

And sure, Calum is right on some front. You can’t really do anything about it now. The video is out and no doubt making its rounds. “I’m just going to delete the account, but yes to waffles.”

“If you want to, then I won’t stop you. But really I’m not mad.” 

You take a moment to look at him, study his gaze. It’s steady, he looks more concerned than anything else. “Sorry,” you say one last time. It’s clear that there’s not much else that he can say that will ease your fear. 

He presses another kiss to forehead, rubbing his hands over your arms. “Let’s go get dressed and eat waffles.”

You nod and it finally dawns on you that Calum had been out with Duke and you spy him laying your and Calum’s feet, completely content to stretch out the rest of the day. You kiss Calum’s cheek and then pick up Duke to nuzzle your nose into his fur. “Oh, buddy, bath time soon for you,” you laugh, but Duke just nuzzles into you. 

You settle onto the edge of the bed and Duke rests on your lap. You delete the TikTok account. There’s thousand of tweets it seems, so many comments and you can only imagine that Instagram is going to look the same so you take point not to look at it and to stop looking at Twitter as well. It’s not going to do anything good for you at this point. 

As you pull clothes from the dressers and closet, Calum returns to the bedroom. He walks pass you but takes a moment to squeeze your elbow three times. You turn to watch him disappear into the attached bathroom but smile just a little. Three squeezes, always a way to say I love you without necessarily saying it. You two use it most often when you and Calum go out into public, or at parties. Two squeezes means let’s go/there’s a problem. But three, and no more than three is your secret way to say I’m always there with you and for you. 

The car ride is quiet, but you hold Calum’s hand like always. It’s easy enough to slip into the breakfast diner. You pick at the corner of the napkin the utensils are wrapped in. The waiter is quick to get your orders. But you’ve stayed silent still. “Look, if waffles don’t fix this, I will go to extreme measures,” he teases after trying to gain your attention. 

You roll your eyes, but smile. “God, let’s not do that either.”

He laughs and takes your hand. “I mean, I would always go to the extreme measures for you.”

“Thanks.” The waitress comes back around to refill your water glasses and assure you your food will be coming out soon. “Wanna go to Lowe’s after this? Still gotta find materials for those shelves in your music room.”

He nods. “Yeah we can check them out. But if you stop me from buying my string of pearls, I will riot.”

“I want one just as much as you do, but we need a place for it first.”

“Nonsense. No plan. Just buy.”

Your food is brought out a couple of minutes later and the waffles do make you feel a little bit better, but right in the back of your head is the morbid curiosity to check what is happening on social media. You struggle against it continue to eat on. The sun’s a little brighter as you and Calum leave the diner. You keep your head down and walk a little behind him, but he reaches back, wiggling his fingers for you. 

“You sure?” you whisper. 

“What are paps going to get now that’s news?” There’s a devilish grin on his face and you give in, catching up and taking his hand. You’re pretty sure you can spot a pap or two but you don’t think too much about it as you stride side by side with Calum. 

In the Lowe’s you keep close to Calum, finding the right size planks that would be needed. He drags you over to the plants and allow yourself to be dragged over.  “You’re the one that got me hooked on this. This is your fault,” he teases. And you’ll admit it is kinda your fault. You wanted to bring in a few house plants, which Calum admitted to avoiding because he wasn’t home a lot. Though you weren’t sure how that logical applied to a dog, but never the less, your interest in house plants has rubbed off on Calum. 

You steer the pallet around with the planks you’re going to use for the shelves, long with the brackets and screws. You might’ve taken over a corner if the garage with some power tools and a small saw for some home projects you’ve wanted to take on. And so now, you tend to take up to some handy projects around the house and Calum’s always there to help hold whatever you need him to hold. 

“There are already three plants on this things, let’s slow down,” you tease. 

“Never,” he replies, placing another one down. “Kitchen window?” 

You nod. “Sounds good to me.”

When you two get home, you unload the planks into the garage and Calum finds his gardening gloves to move the plants into some pots. You watch him settled onto the steps that lead up from the garage into the house, gently pat some extra soil around the plant. “Want some help repotting?”

“It’s only two more,” he returns but does look up pushing his lips out for a kiss. You laugh and kiss him but check the soil on two he’s finished potting to see if they need water. “Can you add a little water to that first one for me?”

“Of course.” It’s not long before you add a little water to the plant and you settle in front of him, snapping a photo of the concentration on his face. It’s slightly obstructed by the baseball cap, but you angle it well enough.

“Cutie,” you whisper and pinch his cheeks. 

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he laughs. The last plant potted, he turns his attention back to you. “How’s it going? You okay now?”

You shrug. “Better, I guess. Still feel bad.”

“That’s valid. It’s okay if you still feel bad. But all in all, we’re okay. If you’re worried.” You nod, fingers rubbing over leaves gently. “Check my Instagram.” That’s all he says before turning around and head inside with one of the plants. 

You stay seated and pull up the platform. When you find Calum’s profile, you a new post. It’s a series, indicated by the white square icon in the top right corner. The first one is hardly a photo of you from years ago but the other two in it are more recent, the last actually a video of you struggling to get some of the planks from the display in Lowe’s. Calum’s voice floats through your speaker and the camera bounces a little as he moves in to help. “Let me help. You’re going to kill yourself trying to do all that by yourself,” he laughs. 

“In my will, I will leave you everything then,” you counter and hoist the plank up. 

The video is still rolling and captures you grinning as you pointing just off screen, “To plants for my good sir?”

He giggles. “To plants!” and the video ends. 

Here’s a very short collection of two years and 3 and a half months, reads the caption and that’s all. 

“Calum,” you call out, grabbing the string of pearls and head inside. He shuffles to a stop having been coming around the corner. “I love you. Your post is sweet. Now where do we locate the newest plant baby?”

“Kitchen window. Other will are going in the office.” You go to step past him but he squeezes your elbow-- three times.