#instead of seeing that this shit-- like the real down dirty work of letting a person know you--

[sitzfleischh]

"You're not a fuckin' mermaid"

But that's it!! He isn't!! Stede is kind and sweet and good but that's not all he is. He hurt Ed. He's selfish and petty and prone to running away.

And Ed isn't a Kracken. He has done terrible things, yes, but that's not all he is either. He appreciates fine things, he cares deeply, he's passionate and intelligent and loving.

That's why they weren't ready to be together at the end of season one. They couldn't see all of each other. And they couldn't see all of themselves.

But they're ready now-- or rather, they're ready to start working to get there.

Ed's no Kracken. Stede's no mermaid. They're just two human beings who love each other and are willing to do the work to figure it out.

[freedomfireflies]

Our Place*

Summary: An extra for 404*

The one where Harry invites you back to his apartment for the first time and it doesn't go as planned.

Word Count: 1.7k

Content Warning: 18+, smut, breeding kink, angst (happy ending), use of a safe word

Harry’s apartment is nicer than you expected. 

The furniture is cozy, the décor is unique, and his bedroom is well kept. He even has fresh flowers on his kitchen table. 

It surprised you, even though it shouldn’t. Harry doesn’t seem like a dirty guy, but truthfully, you were still shocked to find he had both sheets on his bed and no clothes on the ground.

You take in the tiny details of his life as he kisses down your neck and slips his fingers into your jeans. He’d wrangled you onto the bed only seconds after you walked through the door. He didn’t want to give you a tour of the whole apartment. Just the bedroom. Which you were more than all right with. 

He’s oddly desperate, given the circumstances. Maybe he always is, but tonight feels different. Tonight feels…hopeful.

“Shit, Tink,” he groans into your ear when he feels how wet you’ve become. “S’this just because you rode my bike?”

You gently swat the back of his head. “Stop it.”

“What?” He noses under your jaw. “Felt you squirming back there, Princess. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice how you were trying to get yourself off to the vibrations?”

You wince. You didn’t even realize you’d been doing it. “I was not, I was just…the adrenaline was a lot—”

“Uh-huh.” He laughs and something about it sounds like honey. “S’fine, baby. You know I don’t mind.”

“Well…I wasn’t—”

“Sure. Can I fuck you now?”

You huff. “That’s why I’m here.”

He rips your jeans down your legs, tossing them over his shoulder and somewhere onto the floor. The warm air feels good and it’s then that you realize he’s right. You’re soaked, all the way through your panties.

But instead of taunting you further, he only tugs them aside and pulls his cock out. 

“I think…” he murmurs as he lines himself up, “…it’s high time I got you pregnant.”

Your mouth falls open in a moan as he drops a glob of spit onto your clit and pushes in.  

You’ve noticed that his breeding kink makes an appearance more often than not these days. Which you aren’t exactly complaining about. After all, you have one, too. Mostly thanks to him.

But it surprises you all the same as he starts to work himself in and out of your tight cunt, whispering the filthiest promises. 

“Think I won’t do it, hm? I will. Swell this pretty belly with my cum. S’what it was made for, wasn’t it? To take me. Have my babies. Gonna stretch you so pretty…get your tits leaking. You’ll let me have a taste, won’t you, Princess?”

You try to respond but how can you? You feel as though you’ve been fucked dumb. Unable to hear anything past the pounding of blood in your ears.

His glasses start to slip down his nose. He almost always takes them off—they’re mostly for reading anyway. But you like the look of them. Like how studious it makes him seem...how scandalous.

So, you nudge them back up. Desperate to see him exactly the way he always is.

He smirks. “You all right there, Tink?”

You nod weakly. “Yes…yeah. M’fine.”

“Thinking about what I said?” He kisses down your chest. “Thinking about calling me Daddy for real? Having our babies?"

Our. A word you didn’t think belonged to you. Because Harry doesn’t belong to you. And you don’t belong to him. You’re two separate people. Even when you fuck, he’s in his world and you’re in yours. You weren’t meant to be an “our.”

You chalk this up to a slip of the tongue. Something you say when you're threatening to breed someone. And you choose not to give it any power. Because you know what happens if you do.

The fucking gets harder. Faster. He’s chasing a high. In fact, he's been chasing it since earlier in the bar when he saw you with another man. And you know he’s trying to hold off for you, but he wants to cum. He wants to paint your belly with his seed and fuck it back in. Wants to make good on his word even if he shouldn’t.

Your nails scratch down his back, damp and covered in sweat. But his muscles feel good in your hands and you whimper as you hike a leg over his hip and bury him in your pussy.

In your lust-filled haze, your attention drifts. Head rolling to the side as you focus on the soft grunts in your ear. 

But then, your eyes find something on his dresser.

Your heart stops.

In fact, everything stops. Your breathing, your noises, your gentle rolls to meet his thrusts.

It all stops. And you whisper, “Red.”

He quickly falls still. A rather impressive feat given how anxious he is to find release. From 100 to 0 in only seconds, and you almost feel guilty as you sense him glance at you.

“What’s wrong?” he asks through labored inhales. “What…what happened, what do you want me to do?”

But you don’t look back. You keep your focus on the piece of furniture in the corner of his room and you will yourself not to cry.

Eventually, he looks, too. And when he realizes, the air in the room shifts.

He lets out a soft sigh and drops his hand to your hip. Squeezing it once. “Tink…”

You say nothing. Tears are pooling behind your lashes and your chest feels tight. 

“Tink,” he tries again, firm. His grip tightens on your waist. “Tinkerbell—"

“She’s beautiful,” you breathe. You take in a soft gasp. “Oh, my god, Harry, she’s…she’s so beautiful.”

He’s quiet for only a moment. “Yeah. She was,” he agrees gently.

You can’t take your eyes away from the picture frame. The guilt is so much worse now than it was before. Your heart is in your throat, in your ears, lying on the floor next to your jeans. 

You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t be here. In his bed—their bed—fucking the man she died loving. While he promises to get you pregnant and give you his babies.

And how is he so calm? How the fuck is he looking at her picture while still inside of you instead of screaming at you to leave his apartment? How can he be okay with cheating on her with you?

“Princess,” he says again, and grabs onto your jaw to force your focus back to him. “Talk to me, what do you want me to do?”

Your lashes flutter. “What?”

“You said red,” he reminds you. “Which means we stop. But I need to know if you’re in pain or if I can pull out?”

It takes a moment for you to blink the fog from your mind and understand. But when you do, your stomach wrenches. “I…wait, shit, I…I want you to finish, I just…I saw her photo, and—”

“I know,” he interrupts softly. He gives you a gentle smile. “Yeah, I know. I’ve been there. But red means stop. And we’re gonna honor that. No matter why you said it.”

You whimper. “Harry, wait—”

“I’m gonna pull out,” he says, ignoring your plea. “And then we’re gonna talk—”

“Harry…Harry come on, you can’t—”

But he does. Even though he winces as slips himself out, teeth gritting together to keep from coming. 

But once he’s out, he delicately closes your legs, and sits beside you. “Okay,” he begins. He keeps your eyes on him. “What’s going on up there?” 

He nods at your forehead and you want to cry. “Nothing, I just…I…”

“You’ve never seen her before.”

You shake your head. “I don’t think so.”

“And you weren’t expecting to see her now,” he says for you. “Especially when we were fucking.”

You sniffle. “It felt like we were cheating. Like I was helping you hurt her. And then…and then I got worried that maybe you only brought me back here so you could pretend I was her. You know? With all the stuff about…about babies…and us, and…and—”

“Okay, breathe,” he instructs. He cups your cheek and presses his thumb to your trembling lips. “Breathe, Tink. Slow.”

Forced to obey, you suck in shallow gasps for air until your heart rate slows and your head doesn’t feel so dizzy.

Pleased, he says, “I know you’re not her, Tink. I don’t want you to be.”

Your expression softens.

“I brought you here because you’re the only person I want to see in the place she once lived,” he continues. His voice is strong. Steady. Like he’s given this far more thought than you anticipated. “After she died, I left it the same. I didn’t touch anything. Not the furniture she picked out. Not the dumb, cute little bowls she insisted we buy. Not the coffee pot that doesn’t work but she loved because she swore it made her coffee taste better. None of it.”

The tears fall down your cheeks, fast and without mercy. 

“I didn’t invite people over because I wanted to pretend she still lived here,” he tells you. “I wanted it to still be our place. Not just mine. And the thought of bringing someone else back here felt…wrong.”

You grab onto his wrist to keep his hand close and he smiles. 

“And then you,” he murmurs, dipping down to nuzzle his nose against yours. A display of affection you’d never expect from him. “And yeah, you’re annoying, and I hate you. But she would have fucking loved you.”

You nearly sob. 

“I want you here,” he says. “I want to talk about getting you pregnant and having our babies. I want to fuck you on this bed and I want to make you cry for a very different reason.”

You laugh through the tears.

“Look, I don’t believe in guardian angels and an afterlife and all that shit,” he admits. “But sometimes, I swear she sent you to me. And yeah, I probably should have moved the picture first. That was my fault, I haven’t had anyone in here in a while. But…you’re not her, Tink. You’re you. And that’s exactly who I want you to be.”

You can’t stop the next wave of emotion as you sling your arms around his neck and pull him close. He chuckles in your embrace but doesn’t fight you. He holds you, too. For as long as you both need.

“I hate you, too,” you finally whisper.

He smiles.

“Harry?”

“Mm?”

“…can we please finish now?”

He leans back to see you. “Are you sure?”

“Very.” You kiss him. “After all, you promised to get me pregnant. And I can’t leave until you do, Daddy."

The groan against your lips is delicious and devious.

And it’s everything you’ve ever wanted.

“As you wish.”

WHY DID THIS MAKE ME WANT TO CRY!!! ALSO HI I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH!!

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[sleepinghypnos]

The Creed

Chapter 2 - Second Plate...

Genre: Smut

Tags: F/M, F/F/M, F/F/F/M, Facefuck, Throatfucking Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Harem, Self-degradation, Masochism/Sadism(?), Cum Play, Piss Play

(The things in the tags will be present when the time needs for it.)

Disclaimer: This work is a fan-fiction and does not depict the person/people mentioned in the story.

A/N: You can self-insert if you want...

FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP

“Just like that, obediently lay down and be used by me.”

“YES SIR, OH MY GOD!!! YOU ARE HITTING SO FUCKING D-DEEP!!! I'M YOUR SLUT, YOURS ALONE, PLEASE GIVE IT TO ME. RUIN ME FOR OTHER MEN. UGGHHHH, UGH-FUCCCK, SHIIIIIT!!!” Karina moans like a total slut craving for some rough fucking... Vlad told her to bend her knees to her chest and raises her feet while laying down, penetrating her deeper making her eyes rolling back and her tongue lolling out.

His study has a bed for the reason that he sleeps in the study more frequently instead of his bedroom since he's getting more requests nowadays.

"That's it, lose yourself in pleasure. Let me see that tongue of yours lolling out." Vlad thrusting into her with a fierce and unrelenting force, his massive rod buried deep inside her, Karina couldn't help but let out a string of moans and gasps that echoed throughout the room.

Karina was known for her confidence and strength on stage, in this moment, she was completely submissive to the man's will. Letting herself get consumed by lust and her carnal desire to be used.

“How are you so fucking b-big” She said between moans.

“You'll take this dick everyday whenever I want to, fucking slut. You are MINE now.” He slapped her face then grabbed her neck to choke her while still fucking her deeply.

FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP

“AACHHKKK- YES SIR! I'm your dumb slut. Just a cum d-dumpster for you, PLEASE F-FUCK ME. USE ME WHENEVER YOU WANT.” She managed to respond despite the choking.

Vlad is fascinated in her hidden slutty side. He just knows that k-pop idols are the horniest because of their job to act the way people want them to behave and so their real personality lay dormant within them until provoked. “I'll use you, keep begging slut."

FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP

“YOUR DICK FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!!!” She screams in ecstasy as she lay underneath him. “IT'S REACHING SO DEEP!!!”

He's kissing her in a ravenous passion, unrelenting with his thrust, and insatiable lust for her, for her clenching walls massaging his entire length... Seeing her beg for more adds fuel to his already burning and scorching desire to claim her, make her dependent on him, a cockslave... that only lives for his pleasure.

“You like that? You like getting treated like piece of meat... like an object of pleasure?” He grinned at her moving his hips in a rhythm that stimulates her even further.

He squeezing her cheeks with his hand and she can barely talk. “YESSHH SHIRR! I"M A DUMB WHORE, A FUCK MEAT READY TO PLEASHHURE YOU ANYTIME.” She gave a very satisfying answer.

“Right, a fuck meat, remember your role from now on.” He thrusts his hips forward and meet her cervix in one fell swoop. Karina screams her lungs out as she felt his huge cock trying to enter the forbidden domain, she's new in deep penetration. This is her first time getting railed to the extent that she can feel a cock touching her deep ends.

“OH FUUUUCKKK!!! TOO DEEP! YOU ARE TOO DEEP SIRRRR!! SHIT, SHIT, SHIIIIT!!!!” She said as Vlad pounded into her by pulling his entire length except the tip then thrusting full throttle over and over again. "SIR, I'M CUMMING!!! SHITTTT. LET ME CUM, LET ME CUM PLEAAASSHHH!"

FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP

“SIR, Y-YOU'RE SPLITTING ME APART!!! HE-HEHEHE, FUUUCCCKKK! KEEP USING ME. PLEASE. HEH-EHEHE. IT FEELS SO. FUCKING. GOOD!!!! ” She's losing her mind, laughing... Vlad continues to pound her not stopping. “AAAAHHHHH, I'M CUMMIIIIIINNNGGG!!!” Karina squeal as she explode, squirting... Vlad's fucked her through her orgasm making it more sensitive and stimulating until he reached his own peak and release it inside of her womb.

"I'M CUMMING INSIDE OF YOU, SLUT!!!"

"YEEEES PLEASE FUCKING GIVE IT TO ME." Karina said while still overstimulated, and felt a surge of liquid in her womb. "HEHE-HE, I can feel you cum inside of me, it's warm... I want it everyday, i want to be fucked silly by you... Sir.. please, can you please continue using me?" She said while caressing her underbelly that is noticeably bulging due to Vlad's massive load.

"Of course, fucking dumb whore... you are mine now. I'm going to use you whenever I want to." He said while pulling out watching his obscene amount of cum pour out of Karina's now loose pussy.

She smiled, “Yes, I'm a dumb whore, thank you for putting me in my place, Sir. Please keep reminding me with your massive cock...” Karina stares at Vlad with such submissiveness as if she's been bewitched by him...

Vlad left Karina in his study to rest, since she's worn out even with just one session with him. Even if he claims that he'll use her which is the truth, he's not a total scumbag that he will not look out for her well being. He then decided to go to his firing range to let off steam, Karina is a lucky one, he showed mercy to her since she's half drunk when she went to see him...

When he arrived, he was welcomed by a small petite figure rummaging his armory... "What are you doing here?" he said.

A/N: A short update... Oh wait, all my works are short... Anyways, enjoy this short piece.

[ofskysanddragonsandstars]

As many TBB fans, we really missed out on Echo becoming a true member of Clone Force 99. Like yeah, the unresolved trauma, not to mention Fives, but we all known Echo is a little shit, and has been a little shit since his cadets days.

Let's explore this a little more.

Show me Echo finally getting to spar with someone, anyone, and just pulls a nasty move to win. You know, the kind of move that is downright dirty? We all know what i'm talking about. But show me TBB standing there in shock that this twig of a reg just took down someone twice his weight. He does not yet have all his muscle mass back yet! This was supposed to be a warm up for Echo. A way to build up his strength. Instead they get reminded that Echo is an ARC trooper and he has been through a lot.

Show me Echo trying to stop a cafeteria fight by reciting the reg manuals, saying "per regulation, fighting is not allowed in the cafeteria, and if you would have taken the time to read the reg manuals, you would have known that. Can you even read?" and Hunter furiously trying to deescalate the situation and failing. Echo gets sucker punched but the other clone does not get off as easily. Apparently he had to spend the night in the med bay. Echo only feels a little bit guilty.

Show me Echo matching Crosshair's snarkiness with his own. Remember "Bravo for Bravo Squad"? But instead of being angry with each other, it starts a beautiful friendship between the ARC and Snark troopers. The rest of TBB don't get how there friendship works and just have to roll with it.

But overall, let's not forget that ARC training happens on Kamino. Show me Echo being called up by the ARC trainer for demonstration purposes. Afterall, it's not everyday a war hero gets to help train new ARCs (except for Alpha-17, perhaps). Show me a bunch of new ARC recruits looking in astonishment because "holy Prime, that's ARC Echo of the 501st! He withstood the worst torture imaginable! He basically made half the 501st tactics with The Captain Rex of the 501st!" only for Echo to just crush there poor little preconceptions. Because this little shit keeps it real with these recruits, explaining the reality of going on a mission with a zero success rate, of going through torture, of having to build up physical strength to the point that no cyber implants hurt anymore. Echo does not hold back and has no filter, his words are practically as blunt as the dullest blade and it can hurt just as much. But even through that, no recruit can beat him in a spar. Yet. It's become a new challenge within ARC training.

Of course, I am a sucker for Mom Echo during season 1 and 2, but let me see Echo being a little shit before that! Let me see Hunter calling Cody one night after a successful mission asking "what is up with this reg? Are all ARC troopers like this?" And since Cody has known the little shits that make up the Domino Twins he just solemnly nods his head while sniggering on the inside. He calls Rex afterwards. Rex just laughs.

[ipegchangbin]

I HHAVE TO SO MUCH BOY PUSSY THOUGHTS BUT LIKE IM SHAKING AND ESOC DHD OGMGG right but what are you thoughts on fem!skz???? uz the brainrot has been getting to me and i personally believe there just arent ENOUGH fem!skz like whaat happened to the pussy? the cunt? THE PUM PUM

sorry. i loved your drabble though and just your work in general and im not kidding when i say that wehn i saw you actually answered my request and then saw said request on my dashboard thingy I LITERALLY PUT MY HANDS UP IN THE AIR AND WAS YAYAYAYAYA!?!?!?!

URE RIGHT LIKEEE WHAT HAPPENED TO THE PUMPUMHDSJJDJSNS

💗 nsfw fem!skz thoughts

🏷️ fem!skz, gn!reader, smut smut smut

— bang chan

chan’s beautiful, bubbly, a little busty with a big butt. she’s everything you would want in a girl: a giggly lady with a pretty body. she’s very preppy, a little clingy once you two get together, but in bed? she’s a blushing mess! she loves when you chat her up only to talk her down, let her babble several flavors of nonsense and moan with that sweet curly accent of hers. her dimples show every time she clenches her jaw in pleasure. chan loves getting herself off on your fingers, riding them, even just grinding on them through her clothed cunt…and she loves when you make her feel a little dirty about it. her butt is the plumpest, it feels good to grope and massage, and best of all — it gets red when she blushes! chan is a giggly girl who’s heavenly to play with.

— minho

a competitive peer turned blunt best friend turned snappy girlfriend, minho’s the prettiest yet sharpest lady you’ve ever come across. she loves keeping things traditional, making you court her to even get a glimpse of her reciprocated love, but when she fell back for you it was all worth it. minho loves to keep half of her long hair up in a bun while the rest flows down past her shoulders, framing her beautiful body against the kitchen counters as she whips you up your favorite meal. a few hours after dinner, you have her over the same counter, fucking her cunt well. she loves to moan your name and make you feel how much she loves you. she gets wet so easily when you moan back, when you tell her you adore her. you figure that she tastes better than her own cooking.

— changbin

what’s not to love about changbin? she was love at first sight turned the love of your life. you fell for the way she looked with her love handles, tummy, and big breasts, and as soon as she spoke to you, it was all real. she’s gentle and kind, offering to help you with whatever work you need. changbin gets very shy when you abandon your work and grab her by the hips and breasts instead. she wears her curly hair long and down and the curtains match the drapes: she has the bush of a lifetime. secretly loves it whenever you’re between her thighs or all up in her cleavage smelling her after her workouts, all before going to town and fucking her ever so sweetly. she’s a muscle mommy who calls you mommy. oh, and changbin in an evening dress—the ones that hug her form, accentuating her belly and toned ass—is a sight to see. she’s absolutely obsessed with lovemaking after her shower. a clean and fresh woman, she’ll take every bit of your body worship before your dates to heart.

— hyunjin

she’s the classiest lady you’ve ever met. always does herself up, wears the prettiest makeup, and always fixes her hair in the middle of your dates. she smells heavenly; it’s french cologne mixed with a bit of your after-sex musk. hyunjin always finds herself getting fucked every time she’s with you, and you don’t know if it’s her irresistible energy or the fact that she’s needier than you. and when the dates reach past midnight, she only becomes cinderella in a way that she takes you home with her, designer clothes to the floor, revealing even more expensive lingerie underneath. class, elegance, all that demure shit flies out of the window as soon as you’re working your mouth on her petite boobs. when it’s all done, she glows in your arms and embraces you, kissing you all over with sweet words between her lips. she’s the most beautiful woman in the world.

— han jisung

han’s a charming woman who’s a bit of a geek. she’s a self-deemed loser, but so incredibly far from the doozy girl she claims to be. you don’t mind her armpit hair, her layered cut, and the leg hair she never wants to shave: she’s charming and attractive for that. firmly believes in having her nips out and it’s so cute of her. jisung is very carefree, and it extends to the sex too. she secretly likes it when you cuddle yet feel her up. she loves it when you sneak your hand under your shorts. she loves it when you’re being nonchalant and casual, eating her out while she’s watching a movie, moaning and whining slightly while all dazed. you hum and call her beautiful, the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen, and it does something to her. maybe she’s a bit of a perverted girl too, getting off on your compliments when you’re gone and out of her room.

— felix

a girl’s girl through and through. she loves you very much but there are many reasons why you love her more. she has everything on her: need chapstick? it’s either she pulls one out of her magic tote bag — or she kisses you! need a pen? she’ll even write for you! need to eat her out? she’ll spread her legs before you even blink! she’s always happy and smiley even if you’re playing with her freckled pussy. you tell her that she’s pretty when she smiles, making her grin even more. felix always has her hair done in different crazy styles, but always up whenever she wants to return the favor on you. adores you whenever you catch her out of breath from your fingers and mouth alone. you always kiss every one of her freckles, even the ones near her clit to tease her — and every single time, she falls harder and harder in love with you.

— seungmin

if there was any lady who matched you best, she’d be seungmin. she’s blunt with her words but she means well whenever she talks to you. it was a surprise the first time she asked for sex, simply letting honesty take over and let her know that she wanted you. loves talking you up even if you’re going down on her. she never shaves nor trims her bush, and you find her smirk so attractive every time you find her clit. all that snarky attitude dissolves as soon as you kiss further into her clit, teasing her ass and playing with the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. she’s kind of obsessed with the way you show her own cum in your mouth. gets even more delirious when you tug on her short hair and tell her dirty compliments. she feels the most like a woman when you work your way with her — just make sure to take her out on a date and pay the bill right after.

— jeongin

jeongin’s a lady who never backs down from an adventure. from exploring the outdoors to exploring each other’s bodies, she’s an open woman who doesn’t hesitate to love you right. she’s wild in many senses: you’ve fucked while alone in public once. it’s her spirit that charms you most, you think as you pound into her ass — her request. she’s sweet and very talkative, telling you all about the kinky shit she wants to do the later in night while curling her hair for work. jeongin loves being pampered and pampering you back. she wears your favorite sets of lingerie, or if you prefer it, wears nothing at all when you get home to her. she gets deliciously needy every time you play with her nipples out of nowhere. but even after all the adventures, her cunt might as well be your home.

[rottenaero]

Saw someone say El gets found by Wayne instead of Mike and the gang to which I say hell yeah.

Waynes working late at the plant when hears these noises coming from the woods, then a girl with a shaved head rushes out to grab his coworkers sand which they’d forgotten about hours ago.

She dirty, wearing a hospital gown, and he approaches her. Asks if she has a place, and she’s so fidgety that he’s shocked she hasn’t run away. She must see something to trust in him because when he asks if she wants some real hot food, she says yes.

He grabs an extra coat from his trunk so she can cover up and brings her through a drive through, lets her eat her food in the back while drives back to the trailer. It reminds him of Eddie, when his father had first gone to jail. His hair was buzzed and he was cagey, but was quick to pick through his burger and fries.

He brings her home, learns her name is Eleven, and Eddie meets her. He’s excited to meet her an quickly gives her the nickname El which just sticks. She warms up to the pretty quickly.

About a week after she first gets there, Steve Harrington shows up, trying to get weed for Tommy because the fuckers to lazy to get it himself.

She pokes her head out of Eddie’s room and sees him. She immediately comes out. “Shit,” Eddie mutters, “El, just stay in there another minute.” But she doesn’t, she goes straight up to Steve and just stares.

“Pretty…Pretty hair.” Steve beams, and crouches down to her level. “Thank you. Wanna touch it?” He asks. She nods enthusiastically, starry eyed as she reaches out and runs her hands through it.

“Didn’t know you had a little sister, Munson.” He raises a brow between the two. Eddie doesn’t reply, just stares at the sight.

“I- Uh, yeah.”

“You don’t,” Steve starts, pauses. El’s still playing with his hair when he continues. “You don’t smoke anything around her, right?”

Eddie is quick to shake his head, “Jesus! No Harrington, I only do it when I’m out of the house.”

El pauses. “..Harrington? You are Steve then.”

Steve nods, and Eddie’s are blown wide mouthing nononono, “Yeah, why?”

“He talks about you sometimes.” She shrugs, and pulls away, before looking up at the long-haired guy who looked embarrassed.

“Eggos.” She states. He nods, “Alright, Harrington, the goods, they might take a minute.”

“Dude, are you serious? It’s like 3pm.”

“So? The girl wants Eggos, why not?”

“Because it’s not healthy?” He sighs, gets up, and walks into the kitchen like he owns it. He opens the fridge door, and the freezer. “Do you have panko crumbs and cooking oil?”

He approaches, and leans against the bar, a bit hunched so he doesn’t knock down a hanging mug with his head. “It’s a no on the panko, but we’ve got some veggie-oil.”

Steve grabs eggs and chicken from his fridge and setting them on the counter, and begins opening random cabinets. He gets to the one with the food and grabs half-eaten lays chips, flour, and oil. “Got any seasoning?”

“Dude, what are you even doing?” He asks, El comes up beside him and jumps onto the counter. Steve opens another cabinet and grabs a couple seasonings. “Cooking real food.”

“Well aren’t you a little house-wife.” He snorts as Steve takes a pan off a nearby hook and puts it on the stovetop. His eyes widen, “Oh wait, you’re serious?”

“Uh,” Steve fills it with a little bit of oil, “Duh?” He gets a couple bowls out, cracks some eggs into one, another he puts flour and some other shit into.

He pushes the bag of lays to El, “Can you crunch all of these into tiny pieces?” Before going back to whatever he was doing.

In the end, the chicken tastes good. El loves it, and when Steve leaves she mourns him.

“I like him. He’s nice.”

Steve starts coming over everyday, usually during lunch but sometimes dinner, and makes them foods.

She meets the party who are looking for Will when Steve suggests she meet some friends from Hawkins, and introduces her to Nancy’s little brother.

Eventually, they all get sucked into the upside down when Eddie learns she has powers, and Steve fights the demo-gorgon.

Then El disappears and they’re all super upset, and when they found out that’s she was alive they’re pissed.

She still loves Hopper, but she also loves Wayne so they do weekend swaps and shit.

Steve starts greeting Eddie at school, hanging out with him sometimes. Eddie notices how he doesn’t let anyone touch his hair, but the way that anytime El asks he’ll gladly let her.

Idk, I think it’s sweet. Wayne gets another kid he adores, Eddie as her lame-but-cool-to-her older brother, and Steve as the babysitter, not just for her but Eddie too, because he’s also not allowed Eggos at 3pm are you fucking kidding me??

El is at Hoppers the week the whole star court thing happens and him and Wayne goes to pick her up and she’s sobbing, and Steve’s got his face beaten in.

When Joyce suggests she being El with her to California, Eddie doesn’t want her too, but Wayne thinks it’s best so they hug goodbye.

Steve still drops by everyday.

[sttoru]

i think toji would definitely tease reader about her oral fixation… like he would take his c*ck out but won’t let reader suck it and shit lollllll

DO NOT TOUCH

sypnosis. toji decides to not let you have your way this time: no touching or sucking him off until he allows you to.

note. anon.. you’re sooo right, this started off as a drabble but it quickly turned into more than that mannnne toji fr got me in a chokehold istg, hope u enjoy though cus i added some more stuff + this is not proof read so excuse any bad grammar mwah

tags. dom!toji x female reader. age gap (reader early 20s, toji 30s), pwp, implied blow jobs, teasing, male masturbation, cum play, dirty talk, reader gets called ‘princess, little girl, doll,’ toji’s a real meanie :>

all you wanted was to give toji what he deserved after a long day at work: a good and stress-relieving blow job. you’ve always enjoyed pleasuring your lover since it gave you the satisfaction you longed for; to have his cock deep inside your mouth, sucking and slobbering all over it while his low groans and grunts filled the room.

and yet, there you were now, sitting on your knees in front of toji whose green eyes were glued to the television instead. there was a subtle, lopsided grin on his face as he acted like he didn’t seem to care about what you were needing to do.

that man knows how much you like to suck him off. you’d do it whenever toji gave you the chance—which was almost every other day. he can never say ‘no’ to your desperate begging and especially not if those pleas involve your nasty desires to satisfy him. it made you look kind of pathetic, but the good kind. the kind of pathetic that made toji’s cock swell in his pants.

on most days, he would let you get to work immediately and shove his cock all the way into your wet mouth, though today was different. toji stopped you mid-way before you could have any physical contact with his dick that was now on display—pre-cum just begging to get licked off.

toji told you to have some patience and let him finish the show he was watching. it wasn’t even a show he was interested in; he just used that excuse to tease you as you sat there, wiggling and squirming impatiently between his legs.

“toji, please?” you pout as you nudge his thick thigh, feeling the muscles tense up ever so slightly, “can i? please?”

“no is no, princess.” toji mutters absentmindedly, one of his hands starting to stroke his hard cock in deliberate movements, “let me watch my show and i’ll consider y’r offer afterwards, yeah?”

toji’s thumb slid over the tip, rubbing the slit a bit, spreading the leaking pre over the flesh while he continued to act like he was watching the boring show. truth be told, that man had been looking at you through his peripheral vision this entire time.

toji loved torturing you in such ways. it brings him the greatest of satisfaction since he’s able to witness how desperate you could get if he didn’t allow you to suck him off.

his elbow was propped against the back of the couch, head leaning on one hand while the other continued to touch his cock in painfully slow motions as if toji wanted to let you see every single detail— from how his cock twitched in his hand to the way his calloused fingers were gliding over the length.

“such a good little girl,” toji whispers in a low tone, eyes flickering down to look at you. you were so focused on his cock, mouth watering and eyes seemingly in a trance which you couldn’t break free from, “y’re patient, ain’t ya? i wonder if you can keep that up ‘til i finish.”

you shake your head twice and look up at toji with a pout, “wanna taste it, please? wanna have you cum down my throat.”

your dirty talk never fails to rile toji up, however the need to tease you overwhelmed his desires of letting you have your way. as much as toji wants to see you swallow all of his hot cum while your mouth was still stuffed full of his length, he also wants to see your yearning and powerless self.

“what if i don’t let ya?” toji mocks, using his free hand to lift your chin up, thumb rubbing over the skin so you could stare him, “what if i wanna cum on that pretty face of yours instead?”

his green orbs darkened a bit as the image of your cum-covered facial features flashed before his eyes. toji speeds up the pace and starts to jerk himself off even faster, wanting to make that imagination of his a reality. toji doesn’t care in the slightest that you were trying to sugarcoat him into letting you fulfill your own needs;

“mhm, but i wanna taste you.” you mumble as your gaze falls back down on toji’s fat cock, the tip swollen and the skin of it moving back and forth simultaneously with his hand motions.

toji simply grins at you. you were so insistent and demanding, yet also looked extremely submissive and powerless on your knees for him. it was cute to see you try and act like you were the one who orders him around.

“is that an indirect order that i hear, little girl?” toji hums in amusement as the fingers of his free hand brush over your lips, “i hope it isn’t, because i’ll do what i want.”

a small pause intensifies the tension between you two— the clash of desires visible in both of your lust-filled eyes. the older man licks his lips whilst scanning your appearance, his focus lingering on your small hands that were resting on his thighs, nails slightly digging into the skin to prevent them from reaching out to grab his dick and put it in your mouth.

toji would’ve never guessed that you’d be this needy for him when he met you a couple months ago. in his mind you were this younger, shy and innocent-looking girl that seemed like she didn’t have much experience in the sexual department. little did he know that the shyest people had the wildest thoughts.

“and what i want right now,” toji finally continues as he felt the pleasure building up to its peak, “is to cum on your face.”

protests were about to spill from your lips, however there was no time to do so as toji roughly held your face in place— grunting and groaning your name as his entire body tensed up to reach that release, “fuckkk— ‘m gonna cum whether ya like it or not.”

the moment you shut your eyes tightly, is also the moment it happens; you felt spurts of hot cum spill and coat your face entirely. the sticky fluid dribbled down your forehead, nose, cheeks and chin.

toji breathed heavily, chest heaving and dick still twitching as the long ropes of cum turn into small drops that trail down his length. and as expected: finishing all over your face was definitely worth it.

“lick it off, doll.” toji commands through a mean grin and you instantly do as told. you stick your tongue out, gather any cum that got on your lips and the corners of your mouth before using your finger to collect all that’s left over.

“that’s enough of a reward for ya.” the older man adds as he quickly grabs a tissue from the nearby coffee table to clean the mess between his legs—not even giving you one since the scene in front of him was too pretty to erase.

toji lifts his boxers back up, sighs in relief and focuses back on the television screen with a bored expression. you frown as you licked the last bits off your fingers and helplessly tug at toji’s boxers; a futile attempt to get his attention back. toji wasn’t going to give you any of it until he decides to.

and right now, all he cares about is catching small glimpses of your pretty, cum-covered face every now and then. your lover had zero intentions of allowing you to suck him off. in fact, he might even start masturbating to the sight of you once more, just to tease and drive you insane;

“how ‘bout i cum on your tits this time?”

maybe he’ll stuff your mouth full afterwards. just maybe.

[burntb4bydoll]

hcs for tokio hotel when they’re jealous? i know george would be clenching his jaw SO hard and gus would have such a hard ass side eye

UGH I LOVE JEALOUS BOYS. SO HOT.

Tokio Hotel when they are jealous headcanons

Bill Kaulitz

•SO MANY DIRTY LOOKS OMFG

•hes literally looks like this 🤨

•obviously not at you, but at whoever hes jealous of.

•he sees someone else ‘stealing’ (in his words) your attention away for him and he immediately comes up behind you and hugs you from the back

•pda is not usually his thing, so yk somethings up. You can practically feel his jealously radiating off of him

•if you continue the conversation with the other person, he’ll get impatient and start to leave wet kisses down your neck. And hes making eye contact with the person while doing it

•loves getting you worked up by whispering in your ear

• “babyyyy~ lets go home so I can play with you, hm?”

• “ive been thinking about getting you alone all night…why dont we ditch this asshole and go back to my house?”

Tom Kaulitz

•if anyone’s getting jealous its definitely him

•You’re his. He doesn’t want anyone else to have you.

•definitely takes a more passive aggressive approach

•he wraps his arm around your waist and grabs you by your chin to kiss you right in front of the other person

•then he’ll just casually look at them after and go “oh hey. I didnt notice you here, my bad.” AND HES SMIRKING WHILE SAYING IT. HES SUCH A LITTLE SHIT

•he’ll ask them such ridiculous questions

• “arent they so pretty? Im lucky, I get to date this angel.”

• “wouldn’t you like to take them out on a date? They’re a real sweetheart, very nice to go out with.”

•LIKE SIR?? WE GET IT. THEY CANT HAVE YOUR S/O. CALM DOWN.

•will randomly stop talking to make out with you?? The other person ends up walking away because they were just sitting there watching Tom shove his tongue down your throat💀

Georg Listing

•silent type of jealous

•he’ll just watch the situation unfold. UNLESS they start getting a little too bold, then he’ll step in

•his jaw is basically locked shut. Hes sucking his cheeks in with frustration every time he sees you smile or laugh at whatever the person said

•eventually he gets sick of watching and hell walk over to where you guys were standing. He wraps his arm around your neck lightly and pulls you to rest your head under his chin

•then he turns the attention away from you and starts a conversation with the person instead

• “hey, who are you again? I don’t think I recognize you. Oh me? Yeah, Im their boyfriend.”

•he wont let anyone flirt with his s/o, especially when its right in front of him🙄

Gustav Schäfer

•LORD HES SO PETTY ABOUT IT

•literally giving them the biggest stink eye anyones ever seen

•if looks could kill, they would be long gone

•he stands next to you with his arms crossed, occasionally scoffing at whatever the person’s talking about

•he’ll chime in every one in a while to correct them on something just to make them look stupid. Again, hes petty😭

•LOL HE WOULD FAKE LAUGH AT WHATEVER JOKE THEY MAKE BUT ITS ONE OF THOSE OBNOXIOUSLY FAKE LAUGHS

•after a while the person is still not getting the hint that you’re taken, so he’ll put his hand on your ass and lead you away from them before you could finish talking

[souperbloom]

strip. [A.I.]

you know i had to do it to em. i know we were all thinking it. ur welcome.

Ashton’s been hard at work on his upcoming album, and you want to let him know you’re still his biggest fan.

a/n: this was lowkey so rushed but idc i needed to get it out of my system.

CONTENT WARNINGS: smut!, pet names, dirty talk, unprotected sex (yeehaw), biting (???).

WORDCOUNT: 3.1k

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"Ash, food! Come and get it!"

It had been days since you last saw your boyfriend.

Okay, maybe not days. But it had definitely been more than a few hours since the last time since he had actually spoken to you.

Despite time passing, all of your days had been meshing into one; since they all started and ended the same.

Ashton wakes up; eons earlier than you have ever dreamed to. He kisses you on the forehead, stirring you slightly awake from your REM sleep. He then goes downstairs to make himself a coffee, washes the single mug he dirtied and after all’s said and done; he’s off to the home studio for the unforeseeable future.

You would love if he had, just once, let you do all of the things you still adore doing for him. Like making him breakfast, or playing music from your joint Spotify playlist while you tend to the houseplants and he jots lyrics down in his tattered up notebook.

But things have changed since the beginning stages of the album-making process. There were no more laid back days; no more idea bouncing sessions with his mates or trips to Mars on your outdoor patio after sharing a joint or two. It was all just work, work, work.

If you were more honest with yourself, you’d tell him it annoyed you.

But you loved him too damn much to care.

"Ashton! Dinner!"

You try your luck again at shouting to him, but eventually realize that the sound barrier between the kitchen upstairs and the studio downstairs was far too widespread for him to hear you.

With a disgruntled huff, you grab his dinner plate, and trot your way down the stairs into the abyss, as you so lovingly nicknamed it.

"Ash, dinner’s ready," You start your sentence before you round the corner and hop down the last few steps, making sure not to drop the plate of piping hot food. But when you enter the studio, you don’t see your sweet boyfriend hunched over the soundboard with a guitar pick in his mouth as you typically would.

Instead, he was lounging on the couch. The little leather loveseat that the two of you had picked up off the side of the road and got sent out to be cleaned. You figured it’d be a great addition to his workspace, while he was a bit apprehensive at first.

But after a month or two, he started to love his little leather loveseat. He’d use it to take breaks; or, in those rare moments where he’d share the music he’s been working on, it would be your place to sit.

On the couch, Ashton’s body was strewn. With his heather green guitar lazily rested on his hip, he mindlessly plucked a work-in-progress bass line. You swallowed at the sight of him, stopping in your tracks.

"You know, we have a perfectly good couch upstairs for you to be hammering out bass lines on."

Ashton’s eyes lock into yours, his steely face of concentration lifting upon seeing you. Yet, his fingers still slid up and down on the fretboard, as if not to lose his train of thought.

"This is my thinking couch. Can’t get shit done up there with all those windows. Makes me feel like a bat when I’ve been down here all day."

"I think you’re more like a vampire," you chuckle, setting down his food on the table beside him, "But still, it’s fucking lame."

"I admire your eloquence, baby… Lame how?" His eyes had reverted to the neck of his guitar.

"Lame, as in, you’re down here all fucking day and I miss my boyfriend. Sue me for being selfish but, I think my feelings are justified."

Ashton’s lips tug to the side, while his eyes remain glued to his musical progress, "Really? I thought having me down here was a nice little break from all the bangin’ on pots and pans we used to do. I’m workin’ on the real shit now."

"Screw the real shit. I miss you. It’s dumb that you have to be down here all the time."

You toss your hands in the air in faux frustration before planting them on your hips. But his gaze doesn’t waver. He knows you’re standing in front of him yet can’t seem to divert his attention away from whatever he’d been working on.

"Hellooooo…?"

He acknowledges you slightly, like a dog whose ears perk up when you call out its’ name.

"Mhmmm?"

A wry chuckle falls past your lips, "This is ridiculous. Y’know what—"

Out of pure frustration, and with lack of sense to do anything else, you take off your shirt. You weren’t sure of what possessed you to, but it seemed to be the right thing. Ashton’s mossy eyes popped up almost immediately.

You toss your borrowed t-shirt, stolen right from his closet, onto the ground.

"Well, glad I could get your attention," you gaff.

"You’ve always had my attention, baby. Just didn’t wanna lose my place."

A small smirk sprawls across your cheeks as Ashton fully sets down his guitar. It’s now lying horizontally across his lap.

"Don’t you ever get bored down here?" You ask, subconsciously crossing your arms as you remember that you’re now shirtless.

"I won’t lie, I do. And sometimes when I do, eventually, get bored, my mind likes to wander."

His reply is proceeded with a chuckle, one that��s laced with something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. But his eyes continued a trail down your body, stopping at the waistline of your sweatpants, then back up to you.

"Oh, really? Where does it wander off to? God only knows what you think about when you’re locked away in the abyss."

"If I was a liar, I’d sit here and tell you that I’m only thinking about the shit that’s in front of me. But baby, I’m an honest man; you know exactly what I think about."

"Hm," you hum, challengingly, "Can’t say I do."

Ashton’s arm moves slowly as he leans back and rests his head on his palm. The star tattoo on his bicep flexes beneath the ambient lighting of the studio, and you can’t help but just stare.

"She’s standing right in front of me."

Your face tinges pink at his words, rubbing your arm bashfully as if he was some sort of pickup artist and you were being swept off your feet. It didn’t matter how long it had been since the day you two met, his charm never faltered.

"She’s in here? Right now? Wow, I’m starstruck." You try your hand at jabbing, to ignore the warm buzzing feeling in your stomach.

"Don’t play stupid, baby. You know you’re the only one capable of grabbing my attention like this."

Ashton shifts in his position comfortably. His legs spread a tad bit wider, and the hand not holding his head was now drumming rhythmically against his thigh.

He was taking in the sight of you as if he had never seen you before.

"Really?" You ask a question, already knowing the answer.

"Yup."

"Interesting…"

As your sentence trails, a thought bounces around in your mind for a moment:

Would it be the worst thing in the world to ‘put on a show’ for your boyfriend, who had spent the last six months of his life devoting his time, energy, and soul into an album for the world?

Would it be wrong for you to think about how much you knew he’d enjoy it? How much you’d enjoy it?

As the thought plagues you, rendering you momentarily useless as your stare darts around his dreamy frame, Ashton reads your mind.

"Strip."

"What?" Your mouth hangs slightly at your boyfriend’s bluntness.

"You heard me, baby. I said, strip."

That slack jaw of yours morphs into a wicked smile, wordlessly obliging to his command.

Ashton’s relaxed body sprawled out on the couch guffaws at you, as you hook your thumbs onto the waistband of your sweatpants.

You slowly start to sway your hips, matching up with the rhythm of some imaginary song. The band of your underwear peeks out over the top and once you notice that he had gotten a good look, you swiftly pull your pants back up.

It was called a strip tease for a reason.

Repeating the motions from before, you eventually shimmy out of those sweatpants, and are left solely in a frilly bralette and boy-shorts.

"Pardon the underwear selection," you giggle, "didn’t realize I’d be putting on a show today.

Ashton’s body language had changed slightly; you noticed the bead of sweat that had formed and began rolling down his forehead, merely at the sight of you. He swallows harshly before he replies.

"You could’ve walked out here in a paper bag. Wouldn’t matter a damn’ thing."

Your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth at his compliment. He never fails to make you nervous, even after all this time. His eyes alone were one of the most intimidating things about him. You could feel them searing into you as your gaze drops down to your feet, momentarily stopping your motions.

"Finish your show, baby," his words snap you out of your trance, "you wanted my attention, right?…I’m all yours."

As his legs spread wider and his head dips back comfortably to rest onto his palm, the confidence within you fronts again. With a cheeky smile, you reach behind your back, twisting around to show him your hands fiddling with the clasp of your bralette.

You hear rustling from behind you as you eventually free yourself from the fabric, wiggling out of it and letting the strap hang on the tip of your finger. You shoot a glance at him, over your shoulder.

"How’s that?"

He sighs, "Perfect."

With a flick of your hair, you turn back around, fully topless. To raise the stakes, you take it upon yourself to run your hands down the front of your chest and over your breasts. He groans lowly at that motion, grabbing his guitar by the neck and gently resting it at his side.

Now, at the most intimidating part of your show, your hands linger above the band of your underwear. Ashton gazes at you hungrily, slickly moving his hand towards the crotch of his jeans.

It takes everything inside of you not to whine as you notice his hand slowly starting to palm his bulge, held captive by fabric. It catches you off guard, and you freeze yet again.

"Nobody told you to stop."

Almost as if his demands were a form of hypnosis, you resume what you’d started. The band of your underwear hooks effortlessly around your thumbs as you gently tug them down, slightly showing off your bikini line.

His eyes draw in like a magnet, seemingly becoming less and less in control of his senses as you move.

Your underwear pools at your ankles; body completely stripped bare in front of your still, fully clothed, boyfriend. Something about his sultry looks almost felt humiliating, although that wasn’t something you were necessarily upset with.

It still drove you the same amount of crazy.

"Fuck," Ashton mutters, breaking the tense silence that had been lingering over your heads, "you’re a sight to behold, baby."

His hand was still squeezing at the hard-on in his jeans, the notch in his forehead growing increasingly more prominent as he fought to hold back his urges.

Without another word, you traipse over to him slowly; attempting to enchant him with the sway of your hips and the glittering of your skin beneath the studio lights.

"’Been missing you a lot." Your voice holds a certain innocence to it, acting as though you had no clue of the absolute turmoil your actions were subjecting him to.

"I miss you too," Ashton coos, "I bet my girl gets so lonely upstairs without me, doesn’t she?"

A chill runs down your spine as he slowly sits up from his slouched position, and anchors his hands on your waist. He guides your naked body gently onto his lap, letting you straddle him comfortably.

"Mmh, ‘does get lonely without you. Can’t think straight, sometimes."

"Oh, you poor thing… I’m sorry, my sweet girl."

The back of his hand reaches up to caress your cheek, words dripping with tender loving care, before he’s straining his neck to wrap you into a kiss.

The kiss starts off slow; gently nipping at one another and feeling the motions of your lips entwined. But as your hips subconsciously start to grind down into the hardened length in his jeans, something primal washes over you.

Your tongue slips into his mouth without any regard for savoring this moment, heating up the kiss instantly. The grip he has on your waist gets tighter, as his fingers dig into the soft flesh near your hips.

Nipping at your bottom lip with his teeth, Ashton groans, "Can’t wait much longer, baby… Been— been wantin’ to fuck you since you walked down here."

A smirk plays on your face as his neediness overpowers any other emotion present in the room. His mouth wanders down to your neck while he struggles to blindly undo his jeans.

While enjoying the trail of wet kisses inching down to your collarbone, you aim to help him free himself from his pants, fumbling with his fingers and the buttons with a soft giggle.

"Slow down, baby—" your words ring barely above a whisper, "I’m not going anywhere."

Ashton’s head pops up from your clavicle once he finally gets down his zipper, "Better not be."

To your surprise, Ashton was going about this a lot more unhurried than you had anticipated. His words read as frantic, yet his actions felt as though he was savoring each and every feeling of you. You didn’t want to disrupt the already perfect rhythm he had been keeping; so you let him continue on as he wished.

He scoops up your idle hand that had been resting towards the waistline of his jeans and moves it to the pocket of his briefs. Your eyes find his briefly, and a knowing glance is shared.

"Gonna start slow, yea? You okay with that? Wanna savor it… Haven’t been inside you in a while. Missed my girl…"

Swallowing back the excited lump in your throat, you nod, "That’s fine, baby. No— no rush."

Your eyes widen as he guides your hand, freeing his throbbing cock from his underwear. A sigh of bliss tumbles past his lips the moment you wrap your hand around him.

"Lean back, baby… ‘Wanna see—"

Following is command, you lean back, resting your hands just above his knees. You lift up your hips while gazing at him through hooded eyes, waiting for him to adjust.

It’s not long before he’s swiping his tip against your clit, bringing the both of you into a collective, melodic sigh.

Ashton was right; he hadn’t been inside of you in a while. The two of you had been so preoccupied with life that you had barely made enough time for each other. You’d almost forgotten what it felt like until he was guiding himself inside of you.

Expletives and moans immediately begin filling the room as you lower yourself down onto his length fully. His breath hitches, eyes glued down to where your bodies met.

"Fuck, baby… Missed watching this… Missed watchin’ that pretty pussy swallow me whole… Fuckin’— missed you."

With a slack jaw, you start your rhythm of slowly bouncing up and down, the feeling of him filling you up made you complete in more ways than you could fathom. Your walls tightened with each stroke, one more rough than the next.

Each time you lower yourself down to meet his pelvis, he bottoms out, snapping his hips up to meet yours and making you cry out in pleasure. His eyes can’t seem to decide whether or not to watch your face, or his cock disappearing inside of you.

"Ashton, please— Need more… More, please…"

He grunts at your gentle tone, still keeping that slow pace. He had mentioned wanting to savor this moment, but the look in his eyes said otherwise.

"C’mere," he pants, motioning with his head for you to lean forward. You, of course, oblige, wrapping your arms around his neck with a sigh.

Rather than you doing the work, Ashton had resorted to restarting that pace by snapping his hips up to meet yours. Your name rattles off of his tongue in grumbled mutters as his hold on you tightens, the sounds of skin slapping together engulfing his words and making them inaudible.

You allow him to fuck into you without any complaints, letting your eyes roll back into your head with each upward slam. It was obvious how difficult it was for him to keep his composure.

"Christ, baby," he growls lowly, "drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy."

Another loud moan is released from the back of your throat as Ashton abruptly stops his rambling by sinking his teeth into your shoulder. You yelp on impact, yet slowly ease into the sharp pain as he continues to bottom out inside of you.

"Ash, oh my god," you whine, overwhelmed with the sensation of your impending orgasm meshing with the pleasure of the pain.

He grunts beneath you, each thrust rougher than the last— you could tell he was close by the sloppiness of his strokes and his grip on your waist loosening.

His jaw clenches on your shoulder before letting go as he looks your disheveled face in the eye.

"Gonna cum… Gonna’ cum real’ soon… Please, baby… Let me fill you up— gonna’ make you feel so good…"

You nod without a second thought, your bouts of praise turning into incoherent mumbling as your orgasm creeps towards its peak.

"Cum inside me Ash, please… Let me feel you baby— fuck!"

Your body betrays your senses as your orgasm rumbles through you, Ashton following suit shortly after as he releases inside of you with one last buck of his hips. Your bodies collapse onto one another, the sweat and heat igniting a spark between you.

With a gentle comb through your hair, Ashton’s hand traipses down to the back of your neck. You could faintly hear his heart beating through his chest as he holds you, the two of you simultaneously collecting your breathing.

"Thanks for the show, baby," Ashton chuckles, petting your back as you regulate your vitals; his cock still buried deep inside of you.

You can’t help but hum, satisfied with the thought of letting your dirty fantasies dictate your actions.

"If this didn’t prove how much I’ve been missing you," You pop your head up to place a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose, "I’m not sure anything will."

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[heavenlytouches]

Logan Howlett- NSFW! alphabet

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GN reader

<3 (NSFW)

TW-seggsual themes! MDNI!

Wolverine NSFW! alphabet for my thirsty souls <3

(Logan Howlett- SFW alpbahet)

Logan Howlett

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Logan would either be very affectionate because he does not want you to feel used, and he wants to stay as near to you as possible

Or he would just wrap his arm around you and dive into sleep (poor man would be too weary to keep his eyes open)

No matter what, he would crush you with his warm and soft body

"You were great kiddo, great-"

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part are his muscles; cut off my arm if I'm wrong, but I'm sure THE MAN enjoys how strong he is

Logan absolutely loves how he can pick you up easily and give you everything you need at the moment

His favorite part of your body is your skin. It's far softer than his large callused working hands, your flesh feels soft in his hands, and he can mark every part of you as his

"Damn it... you're perfect"

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Let's be honest: he IS wild, regardless of what others say. He would love to paint you in white and watch his cum leak down your smooth, flawless skin

His go-to would be your soft tummy or chest, watching it slowly drip down your curves, his hazel eyes fixated on you

But if you're into something else, I'm sure he would give it a try

"So beautiful like ths, look at you baby.."

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Something tells me he would have a strong size kink- just looking at you below (or on top) of him, smaller and delicate would get him going

The way his big hands wrap around your smaller waist, pulling you closer, meeting his thrusts

He would also adore holding you in the air, pushing into you, watching your small frame above him, slowing down not to break you like a delicate piece of porcelain

"Shhh shh, you can take it dear."

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I mean, have you SEEN THIS MAN, he knows how to please

He would talk you through it, exploring with you what pleases you the most

Every small move and noise you make would not go unnoticed by him, making a mental note what you like the most

Logan would concentrate on your pleasure first

"Feels good, huh?"

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

I feel like he is a simple man, missionary would be his way to go

Like I said, Logan would focus on your pleasure first, he wants to hear you, see your face twisted in pleasure, feel you close

If he would feel like getting extra, Logan would raise your leg over his shoulder, going deeper and hitting every perfect spot at a new angle

"Shit baby, that's great.. let me hear you"

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Logan is either serious, sarcastic or grumpy (he would be serious)

Maybe would crack a joke or two if he saw you getting nervous

He would be more serious, praising you instead and complimenting every single thing you do, sex is a serious thing for him, intimate and loving- he would keep the atmosphere perfect

"I love you, fuck I love you."

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Let's just say, body hair doesn't matter to him, yours or his own

He takes care of himself but don't expect him to be fully clean-shaved down there

But if you prefered him clean shaved- no problem, like I said, it's no big deal for him

His happy trail stays tho ;)

"Like what you see, hm?"

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He loves to praise and be praised, soft touches all around

Logan is a man, A REAL MAN and he would treat you like one, careful not to break you

Not into candles and rose petals but he would relax you with his words, trailing his fingers down your body, every now and then dropping a compliment only you could hear

"Shit, that's perfect, just like that angel~"

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Logan masurbates but not for pleasure, he does it only for release

He doesn't really enjoys it, he prefers your small and soft hands on him, making his body tingle

If it's been a long day of teasing, unholy thoughts or else- he would do it quickly in shower and not make a big deal out of it

"Damn this teenage-boy shit"

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

Besides size kink he would seems like a guy who would enjoy cockwarming

Just sit on his warm lap, your smaller thighs over his toned ones and let him enter you, filling you up so perfectly you have to gasp and take a moment to calm yourself down

His head would fall back, soft strands falling on his face, taking a deep breath

Logan would love to hold your small form on his body, drawing small shapes on your back and every now and then moving on purpose inside you just to see you squirm

"You are so warm sweetie, just stay a little longer please-"

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

Your/his place. No questions asked

Bathroom, against the wall, bed- anywhere but as long as it's inside

Logan loves you, he is your man and he doesn't want to share, he doesn't like doing it in public, he hates the posibility of people seeing you naked or you two getting caught

However, he would secretly love to do it against the wall, holding you in his warm arms, showing you how strong he actually is

"Come to bed kiddo, come"

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He is a touchy man, sit on his lap and stir a little- there he goes

If you bumped your bottom on his crotch, it would be the death of him, already imagining your soft flesh in his big hands

Just climb on him and he's done, slowly lowering you to kiss him, moving his hands all over your smaller frame

"What do you think you're doing, hm?"

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Logan doesn't like sharing

You are precious in his eyes and he has eyes for you and you only

He is really jealous so sharing you with somebody would make him sad/pissed off

He would feel like he's not good enough for you, probably blaming his mutant genes for it, thinking you see him as a freak

He also wouldn't hurt you in any possible way, acting like you will break in his hands- so knife play, blood play etc is a no no

"I'll take care of you, just hush baby"

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes both, giving and receiving

Logan would love to please you, hungry for your juices, holding you on his face with his strong hands wrapped around your thighs

Your hand in his hair while he's pleasing you, tugging gently or playing with his locks- he's coming undone

When you offer to suck him off he would look at you wide eyed, his hazel eyes glowing, nodding softly with small moans and quiet string of praises

Hear me out, Logan is a man who intertwines hands while going down on you, holding you close

"A-ahh love, that's it, just there-"

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It really depends, usually Logan is slow and sensual, burrying himself deep into you, enjoying how tight you are around him

Praising you in between puffs of air and groans, speeding up when he's close, dipping down to kiss you

If he really needs it, desires you or just needs a qucik release he would go rough and deep, shaking the whole bed under you

Hissing and gently biting your neck, throwing his head back as he finishes, his claws coming out from his knuckles, pushing into mattress

"S-shhh, I'll be gentle, I promise"

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He could do quickies, but he wouldn't like them as much

Logan needs time to please you, feel you under his fingers and hear your beautiful noises

He would rather wait to get some privacy and tme than just pulling you into a random spot and doing it

He loves hard and loves properly

"Just wait a bit dear, I promise I'll make it up to you"

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As I said, he's not all crazy about getting caught pants down and all

Logan likes to play it safe with positions and locations, he may try some things just to please you or see how it works out

If he doesn't like it he will tell you, communication is the key

He just wants you to be comfortable around him (or under him)

"Are you okay? Sure? Just asking, love"

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I mean, he's a mutant- a super strong one

He can go for a long time, wrecking your world all around until you feel your legs shaking around him

He can also go multiple rounds, just praise him to keep going and he will give you everything he can

Even if tired, Logan has a way better stamina than an ordinary man

"Care for another one, hm?"

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Logan keeps it traditional, pleasuring you way better than any toy ever could

His long and thick fingers curving inside you, his hungry licks and his big member hitting all the perfect spots in your body making you scream in pleasure

He could try if you want to as long as you don't use it on him (he's a manly man, come on)

"Am I not enough, hm? Is that?"

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

Logan.is.a.tease.

Coming behind you and tickling you, slapping your behind now and then. gently pushing your head down when you're around him...

He loves to tease you and see how you respond, bratty, shy, teasing back- he loves it

Logan always finds a way to tease you- touching you now and then or just simply walking around shirtless flexing his muscles

"Awww don't pout at me love, I can't help it."

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Logan is a vocal man, he either straight up moans and whimpers or he hisses and growls

His sounds get louder and louder when he's getting close to climax

In between moans and growls he praises the sh- out of you, how perfect you are, how beautiful, how good for him..

When he gets to climax, his muscles tensing, a small crack in his voice as he moans loudly and shoots his claws in pleasure, puncturing the bed under him

"A-ahh shit, w-what are you doing to me-"

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Logan is all crazy for soft touches during it

He loves to hold your hand or gently cup your cheeks, making you look at him, smiling at you

He would melt in an instant if you pushed your nails across his scalp, tangling in his soft locks

"Shhh I'm here, you're so so tight babe"

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I feel like he would be big, Larger than average for sure

Logan is a big and tall man, every meaning of those words

He's large and thick, perfect to stretch out your soft walls, making you cockdrunk in an instant

"Don't worry babe, we'll make it fit."

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He's ready to do it whenever but he won't pressure you

Logan loves you and desires you, you are his everything

He is super respectable as always- a gentleman

"Now? I was just thinking the same~"

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He waits for you to fall asleep first, to make sure you're okay and safe

No matter how long it takes, Logan will stay awake keeping you safe and sound, warm at his side

"You are amazing dear, gosh, you're so good for me"

Phewww, this is a long one, but I really like Logan. This was filth; I hope you enjoyed it, hungry lovelies! I can create more Logan-related content; remember, requests are always welcome!

I love you guys so much

El <3

(all images were made by: El via canva & paint)

[princessbrunette]

since you wanted dealer JJ!!

what about dealer JJ who always lowers the price of the weed or pre rolled joints, sometimes not even letting you pay and you're all confused and wide eyed because "I can't just get this for free jayj,that would be mean of me". But he lets her pay in another way....

yk,a way that gets her on with her legs over his shoulder. Even better if they're in the car!! 😼😼

-🥞

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“if you don’t mind me asking, do you sleep with all of your clients that don’t have the cash?” you blink, sat on the pull out bed inside jj’s odd little shack that he dealt from. the bed was more comfortable than it looked, his room moderately messy as you observe it— sticking out like a sore thumb in your little mini skirt and shoulder bag tucked beneath your arm.

“all my other customers are dudes so no— thank you.” he rifles around in his drawers, searching for the particular pink grinder he’d purchased to impress you, releasing a quiet ‘aha’ when he finds it, bringing it to his little work station. “look, i don’t mind if you shoot me down n’call me a perv or whatever. it kinda just slipped out, not gonna lie — cos you’re like the finest girl that’s ever wanted to buy from me and i figured we could cut ourselves a little deal you know? make eachother feel good.” he rambles as he quickly packs the blunt, expert fingers stuffing the herb into the rolling paper and folding everything over with ease, clearly doing this multiple times a day. the way he moved with such ease stirred something within you and you run your tongue lightly along your bottom lip as you watch.

you figured he’d be kind of slutty, just from his general demeanour and from the fact he’s a cute guy selling weed— surely a hit for drunk girls at house parties. also the fact that he’d opened the door to you wearing brown dickie overalls with no shirt on beneath them and a backwards cap— the whole outfit just screaming that he knew what he was doing from the start.

“i don’t know, i feel dirty.” you smile. not uncomfortable or awkward, just pensive. he licks the rolling paper, sealing everything by rolling it between his fingers before turning around to face you, presenting the joint.

“then you can totally forget i said anything, fine by me. just uh— take this one, on the house. yeah?”

“i’ll get you the money.” you refuse with a bashful smile, rolling your eyes as you stand, taking the joint from his coarse fingers and letting him walk you towards his rickety front door.

“aaaand i’ll tell you that you can keep it.” he retorts, making you turn around and face him on his porch with a hand on your hip.

“you’re a dealer. this is your job.”

he shrugs, pressing his lips together in a determined smile and you soften, swaying on the spot for a moment as you stare at him. god, he was really cute.

“did you really mean what you said about letting me have anything for free if i let you ‘take a peek’”you quote his boyish words. it didn’t creep you out, the two of you having gained a real trust and friendship over the course of your visits, and plus he’d been around when you were growing up. he gets visibly embarrassed, sliding his cap off his head with a tight, dimpled smile and looking away from your big doe eyes that seemed to be glued to him.

“honestly, it was just a dumb ass joke i let slip and i thought you’d just tell me to shut up or something but instead you started considering it so i figured i’d just… see where it goes cos… you’re— well, it’s not like i’d turn you down i mean damn… a-anyway the point is— just ignore me. i’m a guy and i say stupid shit all the time. i’m sorry.” he’s off like a motor, barely stopping to draw in breath or lick his rubied lips, for someone who was apparently a stoner he really did speak fast.

you blink, taking in all of his words for a moment — letting your brain catch up. the sun was going down beside you, casting a beautiful warmth to your face that made this conversation all the more harder for him. he cringes during the silence, squinting into the sunset because he’d rather look at that than face your judgement.

“what if i wanna?” its barely a whisper, but it sucks his gaze right back in.

“you— like you wanna—”

“i’ll still get you the money… but… it’s not like i haven’t thought about it before.”

he’s dumbfounded, but once he’s gotten over the initial shock, it’s not long before the suns gone down and you’re back in his bedroom, pull out bed creaking and mattress springs popping whilst he rocks into you— already surprisingly and skilfully having made you cum around his fingers first.

“theeere you go. there you go now, you— you feelin’ good? wanna make you feel so fucking good.” he pants, rolling his hips as you mewl, a fistful of his blonde knotted locks.

“mm— mhm, never wanna see anyone else jj, feels so good.”

“you better not, oh this pussies mine now.”

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[madwomansapologist]

shadowheart kinks/turn-ons | shadowheart x tav

a deep dive into what the mean gothic cleric think it's hot. yes, the brain rot is that serious.

cw: if you kink shame me i will get horny just to spite you. do i even need to say this is not for minors? if you can't understand that adults can like whatever they want to without it meaning shit about their morals then you're not welcome here.

an: so since y'all are whores that ate my gale kinks/turn-ons as if it was your last meal, there's more. granting y'all a choice: karlach or wyll next? say "thank you, mama".

NIPPLE CLAMPS

You can you see the visions, can't you? God itself told me so. The bush near my bedroom window is still burning.

Imagine it with me. Shadowheart going on with her day as one would, doing tasks around the farm and taking care of the house, and no one that looked at her would ever suspect she's wearing this.

She still wears a tiara. A different one, depicting a full moon instead of an eclipse, but still held around her head by a chain that also keeps her braids tied tighly. When the moment calls for it, she expends its use to lower on her body.

Sometimes it's about the pain. Sometimes it's about how sensitive this area of her body is, and how easily any sort of stimulation will turn into a craving.

BONDAGE

First things first: Shadowheart is a pillow princess. She earned the title. If you want a service top then Gale is your boy (so smooth, wasn't I?). Futhermore: she will be mean about it. It's written on the World Constitution: hot women can do anything they want. I don't make the rules.

Shadowheart knows she looks amazing. She prefers to be tied with black ropes. The rolls of her pale skin compared to the dark color makes it even more pleasent. She wants it to mark her skin. Shadowheart wants proof of how real everything was.

And she'll put on a show.

The pain and discomfort can be soothing. To feel helplessness, but knowing that a word from her would stop you. The immobility is a huge point for her: to not be able to move makes it easier for her mind to focus on only the pleasure.

Long sessions are a must. She wants you to take your time, get her skin ready with lotion, knot the ropes without rushing. It's occasional, but not on a daily or even weekly basis. It's a moment for you both to forget about the rest of the world. Why do it faster?

(see @/knottydevil)

Have you noticed I'm using catholic guilty logic with Shadowheart?

HUMILIATION KINK

When something about Shadowheart wasn't about shame? Teachings of loss make it clear: to pursue something, to desire something, is to be dirty. For years Shadowheart was taught to let go, embrace loss, not seek comfort or pleasure in others.

Some old habits are hard to forget.

It's different when you're the one acting on those thoughts. She's calling the shots. One word from her and you would never do that again. And still, she allows you to. Not because she feels forced to, because someone told her it was the right thing to do: but because it brings her pleasure.

Put her on a leash. Have her kneeling down, using her back as a support for your feet. Feed her. Tell her to try harder when she's already doing the best to please you. Spit on her face.

Show her that you want her so much nothing Shadowheart could ever do would make you turn your back on her. Show her time after time that you want her so fucking much dignity isn't even a concept in your head anymore. She could be on her lower, and you would still somwhow find a way to kiss her feet.

Use her shame to show her you feel none. Make her feel wanted.

CURE WOUNDS

She can be greedy, but never selfish. She cares so much about you, about your comfort and health. If you're careless or clumsy, Shadowheart will fear having a heart attack out of pure worry.

It started just as her way to make sure you weren't being negligent about your wounds. She would explore your body, handing glowing as her magic worked on you, searching for even the tiniest of scratchs.

It quickly turned into one of her favorite types of foreplay. Her hands wandering, you pretending to need her help lower, just a bit lower, Shadowheart biting your skin just to lick it clean.

Who's to say goth girls can't be playful too?

if you enjoyed, please reblog! i promise it makes a difference ♡

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[coolprettyleo]

talk of the town - will smith

tw: lowkey cringe. if ur not into it lmk lowk...

wc: 1.4k

will smith x influencer/ d'amelio sister

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dylan couldn't believe the shit day she was having. she had woken up late and missed her pilates class, then she spilt coffee all over her laptop, and right now she was fifteen minutes late to her music class. it was her first ever day of college too.

even though she was having a horrible day, she was still dressed cute. she decided she wanted to start taking her school more seriously. and that meant actually going to class.

the thing about dylan though is that she didn't need school. she had over one hundred million followers on all platforms. she was what someone would call an influencer.

influencers usually didn't continue with school if they didn't need to so when dylan decided to still attend college it was a shock to a lot of people; including her family.

her family were all also influencers and didn't decide to attend college; rather deciding to work on their brand instead. a brand that dylan opted out of, she had decided to enter marketing at boston college.

she entered her music class to find that there was no less than twenty five students inside. thats what happens when you attend a private college! dylans strategy her whole life was to always sit in the back of classes. (it was easier to skip class and just lie to the professor and say you were there)

there was one seat left where three other boys sat. she set her stuff down. the boys giving her an odd look, not thinking anyone was going to take that last seat between them or probably trying to figure out why the hell she looked so familiar. dylan got that look often.

the professor though was deep in lecture about their upcoming assignment and dylan was too busy trying to find a top for her upcoming brand dinner in New York. she was pulled out of her own little world when the professor noticed she was not listening and had missed the introduction part of class and decided to call her out on it.

she felt a tap from the boy next to her getting her attention because it seemed the professor had been calling her.

"oh my gosh im so sorry what" she said removing an AirPod and sheepishly looking at the class who all seemed to be either smiling at her or giving her dirty looks.

"since you decided to grace us with your presence introduce yourself please" she said pointing to a slide that stated what exactly to say.

"uhm... im dylan. im from connecticut but I've been living in LA for the past four years, and im a marketing major" she said awkwardly feeling like everyone was judging her.

"alright thank you miss dylan. I want to see the title slide of the assignment done before I dismiss you guys" she said.

the three boys she sat with seemed to be life long friends and she was feeling a bit left out. she had zoned them out till she heard them whispering to each other.

"ask her"

"no thats weird"

"ill ask"

"your tiktok famous huh"

she looked up to a freckled boy her while the dark haired boy giggled and the blonde haired boy cringed.

"uhm, yeah... I guess" she said awkwardly. she really didn't know what to say.

"nice" he said going back to working on his assignment.

she smiled awkwardly and looked at the other two boys. who looked like they were cringing about their friends actions. the dark haired boy seemed to let it go and work on his assignment while the blonde one spoke up.

"im sorry about him, ryan doesn't know how to talk to girls"

"yes I do! if I didn't how would I of pulled frankie" ryan says.

"she basically pulled you" gabe quipped back.

dylan just giggled along to their battering. they seemed funny.

"he's fine. a lot of people don't realize its me in real life but instead just stare at me trying to figure out why I look so familiar, and thats creepier to me"

"well we knew it was you because everyones been saying you go here" ryan told her.

oh god it was a hot topic?

"people talk about it?" she said grossed out.

"yeah, but like no one ever sees you for some reason"

"I did online classes and lived in LA last semester" she told them. it was true, her family was filming their Hulu show and it didnt make sense for her to leave mid-way through filming.

"do you live on campus?" the blonde one asked her again. he seemed like the quiet and calmer one of the three boys.

hes hot

"no, I live in beacon hill, the city"

"why didnt you dorm" gabe nosily asked.

"I didn't think it would be too fun to share an apartment with random girls at first but now I regret it, because I have no friends here" she honestly told them.

"oh my god! my girlfriend has no friends!" ryan said loudly. which made will, gabe, and the people around them to laugh.

"im telling her you said that" will smiled mischievously at him.

"shutup smitty. we have a game tonight and she usually sits alone or with my parents but they're not coming tonight so she'd probably like the company!" ryan said. he was honestly just trying to do a nice thing. he knew frankie struggled with the fact she had no girl friends; even though she said it was fine, and dylan seemed nice.

"game?" Dylan said confused.

"oh ya! we play hockey" the freckled boy answered.

"oh thats cool!" dylan said. she had attended a couple games recently due to the fact her sister was dating an NHL player.

"im will, thats gabe, and ryan" the blonde one said pointing the dark haired boy and the freckled one.

"im dylan. and what's your girlfriends number, id be down to go" she said to the freckled one.

"here" he said writing it down and handing her a crumpled paper.

"her names frankie by the way"

"okay, ill text her after class" she said smiling getting back to work.

"what's your major?" will asked her. he didn't want the conversation to end for some reason. she was lowkey his celebrity crush since he was like fourteen and they first started getting famous.

"marketing. you?"

"communications"

"your quite the communicator then" she said.

oh my gosh dylan you sound pathetic what the hell even is a communicator?

what didnt help was that will looked clueless and Ryan and gabe seemed to be biting back a smile acting like they weren't listening.

"im sorry?"

"like, you like communications- like the major" dylan said, trying to save herself but digging an even deeper and awkwarder hole, turning as red as a tomato.

"uhm ya, I didn't really know what major to pick coming in" he said smiling at her. a smile that dylan liked to see.

"well what do you want to be?"

"a hockey player."

"oh... too bad hockey isn't a major huh" she said chuckling at her own joke while ryan and gabe gave her funny looks except will of course, who was laughing at the joke like it was the funniest thing ever said. (thats what your supposed to do when your crush tells a joke)

"and what do you want to be"

"honestly, I dont know. I just want to have the degree so I can have more of a say in the brands I deal with, and all that"

"so you want the knowledge" gabe said, since he's been listening.

"yeah, basically" she said. making eye contact with will who looked to be studying her a bit.

he knew she wanted to say more but seemed to be putting up a wall which was understandable seeing as she just met these boys twenty mins ago.

"well im all done." she said closing up her laptop and standing up.

"maybe ill see you guys later!" she said waving to them.

"look for 6" will said to her.

"six what?" she said confused.

"what?" he said equally confused now

"six of what" she said cluelessly.

"like the number six" he said smiling awkwardly.

"oh!! omg I knew that! okay!" she said grabbing her bag and waving bye to them.

gabe and ryan gave each other a knowing look before immediately chirping will.

"you are such a flirt"

"that was painful"

"and he said I dont know how to talk to girls"

"shutup guys" he said packing his stuff away before leaving. hoping to see her in the stands tonight. her personality was even cuter.

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im so sorry for not uploading! I just keep overthinking everything so I end up just deleting it! but thats just a me problem lol. but I hope u guys like this au. I plan to the it all together.

[obx-pogue4life]

Consequences

Authors Note: Hi everyone :) This one got a little weird but what's new lol I hope you like it. I feel a bit rusty too so please ignore any typos or grammar shit I missed. I'm easing back into writing and I had a lot of fun with this one! Thanks for participating in the poll and please leave me some feedback on if you liked this!

Summary: You hook up with Rafe on a one night stand and leave him while he's getting ready only he finds you and lets you know just how much he doesn't like being ditched like that.

Warnings: Language, dirty talk, hooking up, one night stands, rough play, spanking, cnc, bratty reader, rafe being rafe, a ton more im sure but I can't think of them!

"Shit" you thought to yourself. You were getting a drink at the bar when you spotted him. The guy you hooked up with last night. Rafe Cameron. You chugged your drink and slammed it down on the counter with a crash. "Was this dude following me?" You thought to yourself again. You needed to play it cool because that was just a one time thing. You weren't into starting anything with anyone and just wanted to have fun. That's why you came out tonight, to find your next conquest. Hump 'em and dump 'em was your unofficial motto and you lived for one night stands. You liked to quickly move on to the next, no real feelings involved and no one gets hurt. 

The bartender handed you another drink and you threw this one back giving an exasperated sigh after hoping to catch the attention of the cute guy at the end of the bar. You glanced his way to try and make eye contact with him but instead noticed someone else charging towards you in a rush. You pretended not to notice and quickly turned on your heels and started to walk away towards the exit. You needed to get out of there quickly because of course, Rafe would find you at this bar of all places and of course, he would try and confront you about last night. You knew he wanted you for more than just one night but you still slept with him anyway. You just couldn't walk away from such a sure thing with someone like him. He was drop dead gorgeous but a force to be reckoned with. His hard exterior intrigued you but he never seemed interested in you enough for you to take seriously until yesterday. That's when you made your move and how you ended up in his bed this morning and how you conveniently left while he was cleaning up. 

You ducked down the hallway by the bathrooms and were quickly approaching the back exit but just as you put your hand on the door you felt two strong arms grip your waist and spin you around. "Oh my gosh, Rafe! Hi! What are you doing here?" You tried to play it off cool. "I really need to get going but it was nice to see you" and you leaned in for a quick kiss on the cheek and started to turn around again. You let out a slow breath as you reached for the handle to push again, silently praying that your little fake shocked "oh hi" stunt worked. You walk through the door and let out a sigh of relief only to be startled by the sound of your name falling from Rafe's lusty and angry sounding lips. 

"Don't fucking walk away from me y/n" he says in a harsh but desperate tone. "Why did you fucking leave like that this morning?"

"I...umm..." you fumbled with your words for a minute but quickly got it together. You faced him now and took in your scenery around you. It was your classic back alley way. A narrow brick wall lining each side of you, random graffiti spray painted in various places, old cardboard boxes and a dumpster by the door you just came out of.  "Y/N!" Rafe said sterenly. "Come on, what fucking gives?" 

You gave him your best smile and reach out to touch his cheek. "You know what they say Rafey, always leave 'em wanting more..." you trail off trying to turn and leave again. His hand catching your arm before you could escape. 

"So that's it? That's how it's gonna be?" You shrug your shoulders and give him an unamused smirk. 

"Fuck, you're such a bitch y/n" he said running his hand over the top of his head. "You played me and for what? Dinner? A place to sleep? A decent fuck? I don't get it, I really liked you and I thought you felt the same. It took a lot for me to even go out last night and when I saw you were alone for once, I decided to shoot my shot" 

"I don't know what to say Rafe" you say annoyed. I really need to go tho-" but he yanks your arm hard and cut you off. 

"Oh you're not going anywhere yet" he says angrily. You roll your eyes at him and try to shove him off. "Let go of me, you asshole" you shout. 

"I am not the asshole in this situation y/n. You are and I think it's about time someone taught you a lesson. Tell me y/n, do you do this to all your dates or am I just the lucky one" he questions, sounding hurt but slightly amused. You stayed completely silent but roll your eyes at him again. You can see his one hand clench into a fist and feel the other tighten his grip on you even more. "I swear to God if you roll your eyes at me one more fucking time, you're gonna regret it. Stop being such a disrespectful cunt." 

You smirked at him completely intrigued by his outrage and let out a muffled giggle. "Oh yeah Rafey, what are you gonna do out here to me? Yell at me? Call me names? Your such a blowhard, just let me go you asshole so we can both move on. Let me go or you're gonna be the one whose fucking sorry," you spat out. 

Suddenly a look of complete abandon comes  over Rafe's face as he gives you a creepy unhinged smile. His eyes go black and he cocks his head to the side and takes a step closer to you, removing any inch of distance between you. "Is that a threat?" He asks grabbing your other arm and pushing you into the brick wall next to the dumpster. He was so close you could feel his pulsating, bulging cock through his pants. Smiling to yourself you think "maybe I could get into this, like finally a guy that's full of surprises" and you shake your head and take a deep breath in and let it out slowly, looking into his eyes as he brings your hands over your head and pushes them into the hard bricks. It kind of hurts but you like it. "Maybe I misjudged you..." you said outloud. 

"Maybe you did...he answers  you and starts kissing your neck. 

He hoisted you up a little against the wall and in a fever of rushed kisses and animalistic grunting you were getting so turned on and so wet it was starting to pool between your legs. He sucked on a particularly sensitive spot on your neck and you moaned his name so loud you could feel him immediately smirk into your neck. He ran his tongue over the shell of your ear and started sucking and nibbling on your ear lobe, a spot he found last night that drove you wild. He had his knee in between your legs helping hold you up and you were shamelessly humping and riding his thigh when he abruptly stopped and let you down with a thud. You didn't even have time to think before he put your hands over your head again and said "close your eyes and don't you dare fucking move." 

Against all your instincts and better judgement you let your excitement take over and did exactly as you were told. Next thing you knew, your dress was being ripped down the middle and thrown from your body. "Rafe! What the hell" you started to yell and go towards the ruined material only to feel him shove you hard up against the bricks again, scraping your bare skin and prickling at your delicate flesh. "Ow! "That hurts, you dick," you yell at him. "Deal with it" he said nonchalantly. You roll your eyes at his glib attitude. "You're such a prick. You ruined my dress! How am I supposed to get home with no clothes?!" you shouted furiously. 

"Who says you're going home right now?" he growled back at you with a question. "And how was I supposed to know that you weren't wearing any underwear" he said smirking. "Who knew you were such a little hoe" he laughed. You're bare pussy and exposed tits we're on full display for him and anyone who ventured into the alleyway. "Lighten up y/n we're just messing around, it'll be fine, just relax" he said taking off his button down. "You can use this later but only if you take your punishment like a good girl. I can see it going both ways actually because something tells me you don't take orders very well. I told you not to roll your eyes at me and you just couldn't help yourself. This is your fault. These are the consequences of your actions. 

He grabbed you harshly by your arm and spun you around to face the brick wall. Kicking both your feet to the sides, he roughly feels you up over your ass and his fingertips graze your soaking pussy. "Don't move" he says coldly. You couldn't believe how turned on you were considering you were in a pretty rough spot but it was so thrilling that you couldn't help but be turned on. Smiling to yourself you look over your shoulder and lock eyes with Rafe. "Did I tell you, you could turn around? He says angrily. 

"No," you say in a pouty voice. Two can play this game and if he wants to do this then it might as well be entertaining, you thought to yourself. 

"Turn around, put your hands on the wall and lean forward like a good girl for once in your fucking life" he says. You do as your told and feel his hands caress the smooth skin of your ass. He cups your cheeks and jiggles them a little and you love how good his hands feel on your aching and needy body. His fingers move their way to your aching core and he lightly traces your dripping folds, teasing you. You moan out in pleasure and he stops immediately. "You enjoying this y/n?" He asks and you nod your head and instantly say yes. He gives you three hard smacks on your bottom and then grips your ass cheeks again harshly. "I don't think you're ready..." he trails off. 

"I'm ready!" You say quickly and instantly regret it when you hear him darkly chuckle. "Oh you silly little slut," he chuckles menacingly. "You're no where near ready but that's ok. You want it, you've got it," he says ominously. 

His finger quickly find your puckering hole and make its way inside you, roughly and without caution. You squirm uncomfortably but don't move. "Mmmm good girl" he praises. "Let's add another finger." 

Quickly he adds a second and then a third. You have tears streaming down your face but at the same time it feels so good you can't help but let out a pleasurable moan. You can tell your body is about to give in even more when he abruptly stops and pulls his fingers out. "You like this don't you y/n?" You could feel the breeze against your bare and exposed flesh and it makes you shiver. "Yes" you said quietly. "I thought so, such a little whore for me, outside, naked and bent over" he gloats. "Now...you're ready." 

With your hands still on the wall you hear him undo his pants and you mentally prepare for his cock. He is so big and not in the way that most guys think they are. He was actually huge, longest and thickest cock you'd ever laid eyes on. He looks unreal. Most definitely not the norm and most definitely well above average. You wiggle your ass towards him eager to feel him inside you. "You want this cock again y/n?" He asks you. "Fuck yes. Pleaseeee Rafe" you say wiggling your ass at him again. You can hear him fiddling with his belt buckle and then suddenly you feel a hard and painful smack on your ass. "Shit! What the hell Rafe!" you shriek. He yanks you back by your hair and whispers in your ear. "Count with me to 10 or I'll keep going until you do" he growls, nibbling your ear just a tad before harshly shoving your head back towards the wall. "Raf-" you were cut off by a swift smack from his belt. "Fuck" you say, tears coming to your eyes." 

"Y/n" he said testily. He hits your ass again, harder this time. You yelped out in pain but quickly say "one" and swallow it down. "That's a good girl, keep going" he says coldly. Over and over again, he spanks you with his belt. Your ass is on fire and you are full on crying in the alleyway but there is not a sole in sight. Your tortured cries are blending in with the booming music from behind the closed door you came out of earlier. No one can hear you. 

"Nine" you cry out, shaking and crying so badly you don't think you can take another smack from him. You can feel the welts forming. It feels horrible but a small part of you is enjoying it. "Last one y/n and then we're done. You ready?" You sniffle and sigh but shake your head and say yes. He swats you the hardest yet as you sob out "ten" to his complete enjoyment and pure satisfaction. 

"Turn around and look at me y/n" he says harshly. You reluctantly turn around to face him and all you see is a blank and eerie expression. If you didn't know better you would almost think he looks sad. "Your actions have consequences. Everything you do, everyone you play, has to deal with the repercussions of your selfish bull shit. You act like a whore, you get treated like a whore. It's as simple as that.  Don't mess with peoples emotions. It WILL catch up to you. You act like trash, you get treated like trash. 

"Is that so" you challenge, reaching for his button down. He quickly moves it away and places it on top of the dumpster next to you. He takes a step closer to you and moves a piece of hair out of your eyes and tucks it behind your ear. Looking up at him your legs buckle a bit and he catches you and sits you on top of his shirt on the dumpster lid. The dumpster has two lids on it and the one on the other side of where you sit was open. "This is gross, help me back down, I'll be ok to stand" you say peering over, completely disgusted. 

"Oh I don't really give a fuck if you can stand or not y/n" he says shooting daggers at you with his eyes. 

"What are you talking about, why am I sitting up here then? Help me down Rafe, come on" you plead. 

"No" he says simply and starts walking over to where your ripped dress is on the ground. He picks it up and tosses it into the open end of the dumpster. "Hey! My dress! What are you doing?" You shout. 

"I told you, you act like trash, you get treated like trash and that extends to your belongings too y/n." 

"You're such a dick, you know that? You spit at him. 

"Well...since you already think so..." he says walking back over to you and giving his shirt your body is sitting on a few hard yanks. He frees his shirt, you tumble into the open dumpster and see the outline of his body walking away from you, back towards the door of the club. "RAFE CAMERON WHAT THE FUCK" you scream! He turns around one last time and takes a few steps back towards you and sighs. "I told you y/n, you act like trash, you get treated like trash. End of story" he shrugs, tossing you his button down and his belt. I think you can make these work so you can get home without getting arrested...he trails off, walking away. You didn't have any snappy comeback or harsh words to say to him. You watch him walk away without looking back and when the door slams closed, all you can do is look around and shout "fuck" into the emptiness.

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[cyborg-franky]

Kinktober Day 9 - Getting Caught

I finally got back on the wagon!

Prompt: Getting caught masturbating/ sniffing underwear Ace, Marco, Sanji and Zoro.

Ace

It wasn't exactly if you would catch him jerking off but when. He had a high sex drive and he also needed to get one out when he’d had a bad day, something good to focus on.

You just never expected him to need one halfway through the day.

So when you’d finished your duties and wanted to go back to your shared room for a nap you didn't think Ace would be back in the room already, he was a commander, after all, his duties always seemed endless.

But you opened the door and saw him with his shorts down by his ankles and his cock in his hand.

And your underwear balled up in his hand and pressed to his nose.

You blinked and felt heat rise to your cheeks and decided what the fuck should I do? It wasn’t like it was gross or strange you were in a relationship after all, you’d just hadn’t ever walked in on him during his private time before.

You closed the door hoping the clatter would at least alert him to your presence.

He gripped his cock harder and his movements got faster as he iynhaled your scent.

The door did alert him and his attention was soon focused on you, his eyes widened and he threw your underwear across the room.

But he couldn’t stop himself, he was too deep, he at least gave you a mumbled apology that was mixed with a moan as he came.

Cum spurted out and dribbled down his closed fist as he took a breath.

“I, ah, had a rough day?” Ace managed to get out as he chuckled awkwardly.

You smiled and walked over, sitting on the bed and reaching for his softened cock, starting to play with it. “Well then, let me make your day better..”

The grin that appeared on his freckled face at the offer.

Marco

Marco was someone who could take or leave a little self-session. 

He was good at managing stress in other ways, laid back and often on top of things but sometimes as he worked alone in his office little dirty thoughts would pop up, and scenarios would play out as he followed the rabbit down the hole getting more and more lost in his sinful little fantasies, involving you.

He hummed and looked down at his crotch, seeing his cock hard and pressed against the fabric.

Seemed his thoughts had taken him on a real adventure this time.

It was late evening, he didn’t expect anyone to visit him.

He undid the sash at his waist, letting his belt clink to the floor as he discarded it.

His long member throbbed in his hand as he gave it a few lazy strokes, picturing it was your hand not his.

Closing his eyes and leaning back in his seat, soft mumbled moans escaping Marco as he thought of you once more, his grip tightened as he started to thrust into his palm.

You pushed open the office door with your ass, cups of drink in both hands, and a smile on your face.

“Marco I brought yo- Oh.” You let the door close behind you, bumping your behind and pushing you forward, eyes widened at what you could see.

Your brain shorted out at the sight of his cock, just as nice as you’d always pictured it and your hands decided they’d rather be holding something else and dropped the cups.

Marco couldn’t help but chuckle when that happened, the mugs not breaking, rolling across the floor, making a mess instead.

“Oh little bird, I know you like what you see, why don’t you lock the door and give your commander a hand yoi.” He looked at you with a smirk, half-lidded expression, and the confidence in his tone was sending you spinning.

You locked the door and headed over to where he was sitting, getting on your knees between his thighs and licking your lips.

You both wished you'd caught him at this sooner.

Sanji

This little shit.

You’d gone for a shower and dropped your underwear on the way back to your room.

He knew those were yours when he saw them laying on the ground, looking all innocent and all too tempting.

He felt his fingers itch as he licked his lips, he knew it wasn’t very gentlemanly of him but he just couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this.

Sanji glanced left and right seeing no sign of you so he plucked them off the ground and snuck into the bathroom.

He ignored the steam that still lingered and clung in the air, not thinking that someone had just been in there.

He sat down, your underwear pressed to his face as he took in the deepest breath, taking in your scent as sordid thoughts flew through his mind.

It didn’t take long for him to get an erection, delighted in the prize he’d found.

He pulled out his erect cock and started to jerk himself off, stuck between wanting to hurry up, knowing time was borrowed but also wanting to savor it.

You’d noticed when you got back to your room your underwear was missing and you rushed back to the showers, you didn’t want someone to accidentally find them.

That would have been hugely embarrassing and you weren't sure you could handle that.

You burst back into the room, desperately looking for the offending underwear.

Well, you found them, clutched in Sanji’s hand as he jerked off, moaning your name into the dewy air.

“Y-yeah?” You didn’t know why you replied to his moaned outcry of your name.

Oh, you'd never seen Sanji go so red… He blushed, he stammered, he dropped your underwear and his hand left his cock.

“Please, don’t stop on my account.” You said with a chuckle seeing his cock throb.

“Oh?” Sanji said a smile on his face at your reply, you locked the door and leaned back on it, nodding for him to carry on.

Which he gladly did.

Zoro

It’s rare he decides he could do with some personal time.

Sometimes the naps are all the better and deeper after he’s gotten to cum.

So looking around the empty deck, he just gets it out there and then, knowing everyone else is in bed and he has another fifteen minutes before you showed up for your watch duty.

Accept he gets abit carried away, he sits there with his dick in his hand, not the most creative person as he just thinks about what turns him on, flashes of you fill his mind.

Just you, your legs, ass, chest, how your mouth would feel on his dick.

Not to say he didn’t like what was inside but right now his mind was full of flashes of you and all the psychical things he adores and wants to touch and to see.

His eyes snap open when he hears footsteps and something hit the floor.

Your book is on the floor, open wide, as wide as your mouth as you gawk at Zoro and what he is currently doing.

“I..”

He can’t help smirk, a shadow of one on his lips as he watches you stand there and stare at his cock.

Impressed by its sheer size and hot it fits in his large hand.

“You can either give me another ten minutes or help.” He said, humor in his tone as he doesn't slow.

You debate for a moment if you wanted to also be caught jerking him off.

And throwing out all reasonable thinking you step over your forgotten book and take over…

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

Bloody Beetle | Part Six

Summary: in an intense car ride with Harrow you make one final attempt to change his mind, and truths are revealed.

Pairing: Harrow x reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Harrow being Harrow (he's like, bordering on yandere)

A/N: I am SO sorry this took so long. Grief is a bitch. But part seven coming tomorrow!! then I think part eight will be the final part... I researched a LOT into the Staff of Ammit and what powers Harrow had but definitely made shit up so apologies haha 🙈 as always spelling and grammar are not my strongest skills so please be kind :)

Part Five | Series Masterlist

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The journey across the Egyptian desert is uncomfortable. Not just because its a long time to be sat in a hot car on a ridiculously bumpy track, but because you're forced to sit in the back with Harrow right by your side. He tries to converse with you, telling you how excited you should be about going to Giza and how privileged you are to witness the birth of the new world. But all you can do is stare out the window, simultaneously trying to block Harrow's voice and the image burnt into your mind of Steven and Maya’s lifeless bodies in the tomb. 

When you finally reach a main road, you're almost relieved to see the Egyptian patrol vehicles blocking the road, forcing the cars to stop. Officers approach the cars, banging on the hoods as they say something in a language you don't understand. 

“Stay in the car.” Harrow tells you calm but firm as he opens the door and gets out. Officers raise their guns and shout at him and some disciples immediately jump out the cars to defend him. Harrow just calmly raises his hands, telling everyone it’s all right.

“Show me your papers!” The officer near to him says. 

“I don't need to show you my papers.” Harrow replies. “You need to show us your soul.” 

He raises his cane and as he bangs it to the ground a purple light sweeps through the officers. You gasp, watching as almost all of them fall to the ground. All except the one who had been talking to Harrow. His body shakes and when it stops he looks at Harrow, dazed and confused. 

“This is the face of a good man.” Harrow says, reaching out to place his hand on the officer’s shoulder. He removes the walkie talkie from the officers vest and shuts it off. “You don't need this anymore.” He throws it to the ground and moves away from the officer.

“Move the bodies out of the way.” You hear Bobbi call and see disciples start to jump out from the cars. “Lets go! Clear a path.”

The driver in your car gets out to help and you see your opportunity. You open the door, but before you can even move Harrow is there slamming it shut again. He locks eyes with you through the car window and holds out his hand. The driver hands him the key and he instantly locks the car, before turning and leaning against the door. You shuffle across the seat to the other side of the car and try that door instead, but it stays locked. You let out a sigh, turning to look out the back window. You watch the disciples working, moving the officers bodies like they’re just bags of sand, not caring at all that these are real people who had lives and families. 

Movement behind one of the vehicles a few cars away grabs your attention. Every other person out there is helping clear a path, but not this one. This person has their hood up. Like they’re hiding, sneaking behind he back of the cars. The sun catches something metal shining in their hand. A knife! As they get close enough you realise its Layla! Her eyes remain fixed on Harrow as she steadies her grip on the knife in her hand. She must be here to kill Harrow!

You spare a quick glance at Harrow, he’s still leaning against the car door watching his disciples do his dirty work. You look back at Layla and you're surprised to see she’s no longer focused. Instead she’s looking down at the ground, talking to someone. You shuffle as far over as you can to try and get a better view but all you can see is someones legs. It looks like she’s talking to one of the dead officers… 

Suddenly she looks back up again, startling you. Your movement catches her eye and she looks directly at you through the rear window. You wave, mouthing at her to “help”. She nods, bringing her finger up to her mouth to tell you to stay quiet as she refocuses on Harrow. She takes a couple of short steps but when Bobbi shouts “it’s time to go” she stops retreating back a few steps. 

“I’ll find you.” She mouths to you before running to the back of the cars and disappearing from your view. A sadness hits you as you remember Steven saying those same words back in London. When was that? Days? Weeks? You’d lost count of how long you’d been with Harrow in the middle of all this madness. 

You jump at the sound of Harrow getting back in the car, turning around to sit back down in your seat.

“What were you looking at?” He asks, glancing out the rear window. 

“Nothing.” You say shakily, hoping Harrow doesn’t realise you're lying. “Just.. there’s a lot of bodies out there.”

Sensing your sadness he reaches over, placing his hand on yours and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I know it’s hard. It will be over soon.” You pull your hand away and move as far away from him as is possible when trapped in a car. You hear him sigh before he says “Not far to go now.” 

— — — — 

You see it in the distance. The great pyramid of Giza standing tall in the desert. Your heart starts to race as you realise this really is it. Time is running out. 

“Are you alright?” Harrow asks, hearing your shaky breaths as you try to calm yourself.

“Please don't do this.” You say in a sudden moment of bravery.

“What?” 

“Don't do this.” You say, firmer this time as you look at him. “You can turn these cars around, stop anyone else from dying… You don't have to go through with this.”

You look him at him for a moment, silently pleading with him as he looks back at you. There’s a sadness in his eyes. 

“I have to.”

“No- no you don’t”

“I do Y/N.” 

“Says who?” You argue. “Who? Ammit? She’s lying to you Arthur-”

“Don’t-”

“She’ll say whatever she has to to convince you to free her. But there must be a reason that the other gods imprisoned her. She is dangerous-”

“ENOUGH!” Harrow shouts and slams his cane into floor, startling you and clearly the driver too from the way the car swerves. “My apologies.” He says to the driver, composing himself before looking at you. You haven’t seen him this angry, especially not with you. “I understand that you are frightened, and you are grieving your friend…” he tries to hide his anger by softening his voice “but you talk of things of things you do not understand.” 

“Then help me.” You say quietly. He looks confused. “Help me to understand.”

“I’ve already told you-” Harrow starts but you interrupt.

“You told me why Ammit takes lives. But what about you? You killed Steven, Arthur, YOU did that!”

“He was complicated. He had unbalanced scales.”

“What about Maya? She didn’t have ‘unbalanced scales’. She was on your side, she worshipped you! And you murdered her!” 

“No! She failed to stop Marc Spector from getting to the tomb and in turn we almost lost the ushabti. She jeopardised our chance of freeing Ammit.”

"Then what about me? Why am I still alive Arthur? I have been very open about how much I disagree with Ammit, and you. I helped Steven to get the ushabti. I have tried at every opportunity to stop you, but I’m still here. Help me understand that.” You pause, giving him a chance to speak but he closes his eyes. “Why haven’t you killed me, like you have with everyone else who got in your way?” He still remains silent. “Arthur?!”

“Because I can’t!” He finally replies, looking at you with teary eyes. “I know I’m supposed to, she wants me to, but I can’t do that to you, I just can’t… not to you…”

“What are you saying?”

The car comes to a stop at the base of the pyramid and the driver gets out. But Harrow doesn’t move. The cult leader/avatar of Ammit persona he’s always worn has dropped, leaving a very different person in front of you. For the first time, he looks vulnerable. 

“I have feelings for you Y/N. Feelings I’m not supposed to have. Feelings that have stopped me from carrying out Ammit's orders.” 

“I- I don’t understand.. You said Ammit changed her mind, that she saw something special about me-” a realisation hits you “It was all a lie. But the daily healings? If that wasn’t Ammit, then what the hell was it? Please, just tell me the truth.” 

He looks conflicted, releasing a sigh before speaking. 

“Keeping you alive was an accident. When I first met you in the museum, I would have gone through with killing you if Marc hadn’t stopped me. I made up the deal that Ammit would spare you if he gave me the scarab but I had every intention of killing you anyway. When I came to you, when you were almost dead, I was going to finish it.” He must see the horror on your face because he quickly tries to reassure you “But then I listened to you speak and for the first time I questioned Ammit’s judgement. No one has ever made me do that. I knew you must be special, so I restored your life back to you.”

“So why convince me I was still dying?”

“I needed a reason to keep you near me. I hoped you would be grateful and stay with me. But you didn’t, so I said Marc had left you behind and when you still wanted to leave I panicked and made up a reason to keep you around.”

“But if you weren’t actually healing me, what were you doing?”

"Simply making you sleep. I always believed the Staff of Ammit simply judged and drained a life force completely. It was only after Marc interrupted me draining your life at the museum that I realised that wasn't the case. It can kill, it can leave a person on the edge of death, or it can send someone into a deep sleep. So that's what I did.” He looks down at the cane that is resting against his leg.

“Is there anything you haven’t lied to me about?!” 

“There is something special in you Y/N, that wasn’t a lie. I can see it. And when Ammit is released I will make sure she sees it too-”

“She wants me DEAD Arthur!! Why aren’t you getting that? She wants me dead, and when she sees you haven’t done it she’ll just do it herself.”

“I won’t let that happen.”

“If you think you can stop her you're even more delusional than I thought.” You say, and from Harrow’s face you see he knows you have a point. “The simple truth is, if you go in there and release Ammit you won’t just be condemning a whole lot of innocent people to death… you’ll be killing me too.” You watch him as he thinks. He looks conflicted. You reach out and take his hand, causing him to fully concentrate on you. “Arthur, you said that you questioned Ammit’s judgement. If there is any doubt in you at all, any part of you that thinks she wrong then you have to stop this.” 

He looks past you, out the car window to the disciples that have started to climb up the side of the pyramid, studying them for a moment. Then back to you. 

“You're right. I have to stop this.” He says and you smile at him in relief, nodding your head. “I have to stop her from killing you.” 

“What, no that’s not what I mean-” you start to argue but he cuts you off, placing his hand on your head. You see the cane glow and instantly feel sleep coming over you. “No Arth- please…”

“It all right my love, you’ll be okay.” He lays you down across the car seat, sliding back to open the car door behind him and lets himself out. “You’ll be safe in here.” He pulls a blanket from the floor and drapes it over you, covering you so that you are hidden but leaving a small gap for you to breathe. You look up at him stood in the door frame, he's looking at you full of sadness and fear.

"Please..." you manage and as you drift off you hear him speak.

“I hope I'm here when you wake to join you in the new world.”

Part Seven

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