#maybe i should shut the fuck up but 🤷🏽‍♀️

[elix8r]

Im confused cause that anon was ultimately giving you a compliment right? I mean sec sororities are notoriously incredibly fucking hard to get in to especially if you’re a poc and from what I know adpi is like a top sorority in all the sec schools so you must be conventionally attractive therefore what they’re saying isn’t necessarily wrong cause let’s be honest you have to be super attractive to rush and get a bid from a good house like they literally drop you from first impressions and if you’re ugly then that’s a no brainer for them to drop you and I’m also a poc who went through rush at an sec school and we may not be in the same school but I’m sure it works all the same cause I remember getting dropped after round one by all the top exclusive sororities (adpi included) and the VERY few poc girlies that got those houses back were skinny and insanely drop dead gorgeous and so it’s obvious what happened there 🤷🏽‍♀️ so why’re you so mad? You should consider yourself lucky that you’re conventionally attractive cause that anon is right you probably would get noticed by Enhypen at their concert or something cause at the end of the day they’re boys who’re probably horny and shit when they see pretty fans fawning over them especially if you’re their age and Korean so just shut up and be content knowing that Jake would fuck you.

i feel like maybe you had a bad experience during recruitment and i'm truly sorry for that cause that really does suck but i feel like you're maybe generalizing and trying to find a place to blame? like there's no way you think that every single person who got rejected from these so called "top sororities" is because they weren't pretty enough. there is so much more that goes into what houses look for in a pnm and it isn't just looks like gpa is one of the biggest things and like sure first impressions are a big thing but it doesn't carry NEARLY as much as ya'll seem to think it does cause no matter how pretty you are if you don't have good grades and didn't have good conversations at the house then most likely it'll be hard for you to be asked back. i'm sure there were many different factors that went in to why you were dropped and don't take it personally cause you have to also remember that the system isn't perfect cause it's literally a machine that does it so unfortunately you could've been unlucky. also idk where you got the idea that adpi is top everywhere but like i said before in a different ask that tiers are not really a thing so i think you might've been misinformed. ALSO YALL STOP SAYING JAKE WOULD FUCK ME cause that's SO fucking weird 💀 plus the fact that you're dumbing these boys down to horny dudes who only go for looks is also weird like don't do that 🙄

[sincerelyella]

Feelings Circle

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

Pairings: Liam x MC (Ella); Drake x OC (Alyssa)

Characters belong to Pixelberry; Ella Brooks belongs to me; Alyssa Devereaux belongs to @burnsoslow and is used with permission

My brand spanking new and beautiful poster for The Loft was made by the amazing @gokushairgel ❤️ she is a gem and so dang talented. Thank you for creating this masterpiece!

Summary: An AU based on the show New Girl (my favorite can you tell??) Just a collection of one-shots and shenanigans that allude to the show. This will NOT be canon, that means this won’t be in Cordonia and Liam isn’t a King. If you have watched the show before, you know they are in Los Angeles, California.

A/N: This little chapter takes place after the birthday fic I wrote for Burnsy called Lifetime. You don’t need to read that one to know what’s going on in this fic though ☺️

A/N 2: It’s been a very long time since I’ve written anything - mostly because work has been crazy and studying related to work has also taken up a lot of my time. My taglist is very old so feel free to ignore should you not want to read this mess lol

Thank you Burnsy, my tumblr and real life friend, for letting me borrow your best girl, as well as looking over this fic and not saying it completely sucked big donkey balls lol I love you.

Warnings: Adult language; sexual innuendos; some overall inappropriateness because it’s the Loft 🤷🏽‍♀️

Words: 1258

Alyssa opened the door and to her surprise saw a large package that was on the floor addressed to her. She grunted as she pulled and pushed it inside the loft. “Ella!”

A voice came from one of the rooms down the hall. “Yeah?”

“Did you order something for me again? I just returned the freaking roundabout dildo!” Lyss shut the door with her foot and crossed her arms across her chest.

“What’re you talking about? I didn’t buy anything,” Ella bounced into the living room. “What’s that?”

“I don’t know,” Lyssa bent down to take a look at the label on the box. “It says it’s from Texas.”

The girls pawed and pried open the box and saw that it was a bread maker. “A bread maker? What the fuck?” Lyssa saw a note tucked on the side and tugged on it. “It’s from Drake’s mom!” Drake and Alyssa just got engaged and FaceTimed his family and her cousins and friends to give them the news. Drake, not being too close to his mom and Aunt Leona, still felt like giving them a call about their engagement was respectful. “‘Dear Alyssa, So glad we got to meet you even though it was when you and my son were already engaged,’” Lyss read out loud. “‘Please accept this as an engagement gift, hope to meet you soon.’”

“What the fuck kind of gift is a bread maker?” Ella asked as she poked the box. “She doesn’t even know you. Why not send a toaster or coffee maker or something?”

Alyssa gasped. “Maybe she thinks I can’t take care of her son!”

Ella’s brows furrowed. “What? Why?”

“I don’t know, I heard she treated Drake and his sister like shit and abandoned them,” she explained with a wave of her hand. “So maybe this is her way of being petty. Maybe she thinks I can’t cook!”

“But you can’t,” her friend pointed out.

“That’s beside the point! She thinks I can’t take care of her only son!”

“How can you say you don’t take care of people?” Ella put her hands on her hips in a huff. “You take care of me! You’re fierce and strong and you would stand up for anyone that you love. You’re like a big, scary, protective mama bear!”

“I just make sure you don’t kill yourself when we’re drinking El,” Lyssa’s eyes watered. “What if Drake’s mom hates me?”

The girls were interrupted by the front door opening and the guys of loft 4D barged inside, already mid argument.

“If I’m not having sex in this loft, then nobody is having sex in this loft!” Leo roared as he marched towards the kitchen.

“I am so aware of my nipples right now,” Maxwell hissed as he hugged his chest tightly.

Ella and Lyss glanced at each other, then turned back to the boys. “What in the fresh hell-”

“Just don’t make any sudden movements,” Ella whispered out of the side of her mouth.

It was Liam’s turn to speak as he turned to his fiancé. “Love, did you know about this?”

“I’m sorry, I have no idea what’s happening right now. I need context.”

Leo ripped open a box of condoms, dumped them onto the kitchen island, and pulled open drawers.

“What the fuck is going on?” Lyssa asked as she turned to Drake.

“I’ll tell you what the fuck is going on!” Leo answered as he lifted up what he was looking for - a pair of scissors. “I’m going to cut all these condoms up!”

Drake, Max, and Liam lunged toward Leo, Drake reaching him first and tackling him to the ground. Max kicks the scissors away from him and Liam tries to pull his best friend off of his brother.

“Get ahold of yourself, you crazy oaf,” Drake grunted as he struggled against Liam’s strong hold. “Just because you fucked up and aren’t getting laid anymore doesn’t mean you can fuck it up for all of us!”

Leo huffed, his face red. “If any one of you try to have sex up in this loft I’ll body block! No love making! All love making will cease!”

“Everybody shut up!” Ella screamed. Everyone went silent and turned their attention to the small woman in front of them. “All of you, just shut up and sit down at the table. We’re going to talk about this like adults.”

Alyssa grinned. “I’ll get the-”

“Aw,” Maxwell whined. “Not the-”

“You bet your ass!” Lyss waved the feelings stick in his face. As a teacher, she brought home a lot of popsicle sticks, yarn, felt tipped markers, and crayons. But the feelings stick was used religiously in case they needed to have a loft meeting. The girls usually bring it out when there are some kind of feelings involved and the guys don't want to talk about it.

“Feelings stick is in effect,” Ella began as everyone took a seat, grumbling as they went. “You know the rules, one person speaks at a time and no interrupting.”

“Everyone deserves to be heard at the table,” Alyssa continued as she stood behind her new fiancé and bent down to kiss his cheek.

Ella plopped herself onto Liam’s lap, his arms automatically settling around her hips. “Who wants to go first?”

Maxwell reached for the feelings stick now in the middle of the table. “We all were at the store and Leo saw Hana there with another guy. He got upset and jealous and was trying to follow them down the aisles! As a distraction, I told him that the store ran out of cheddar cheese blocks and he went into some kind of rage and twisted my nipples,” he turned to look at Leo as he wrapped a free arm around his chest. “That really hurt and now I’m pretty sure you ripped some chest hair out of my skin.”

Leo snatched the feelings stick out of Max’s hand. “I felt like that was the wrong time to yell about my favorite cheese, and you knew how distraught I’d been over my … situation with Hana!”

Drake leaned over the table and grabbed the feelings stick from Leo. “I feel like you are being a real bitch about this Hana issue, Rys!“ Alyssa and Ella flinched at the harsh words; Leo’s face turned a dark red color. “You cheated, and she dumped you. Come to terms with it and fucking let it go!”

Liam held his hand out towards Drake, motioning for the feelings stick, and like a baton, Drake passed it over. “Leo, I don’t think it’s fair that you purposely bought condoms for everyone with a plan to just cut them up since we’re all in relationships and you’re not.”

A knock on the door interrupted their feelings circle. Alyssa walked over, flung the door open and her brows raised in surprise to see Hana on the other side. “Hana! Hey … uh, what’s up?”

Wringing her hands together, Hana gave her friend a nervous smile. “Hi Lyss, is Leo here?”

A screeching of a chair and stomping of feet sounded a moment later, and an out of breath Leo stood at the door next to Lyssa. “Hi! Hana … hi! How are you?”

“Leo …” Hana chewed on the inside of her cheek.

An awkward silence settled between the two and Lyss became increasingly uncomfortable. “I’m … just going to walk away,” she bent down under Leo’s arm that was holding the door open and scampered off.

“Did you want to come in?” Leo asked softly.

Hana nodded. “I think we should talk.”

[emeraldwhump]

When your Whumpers have unresolved issues 🤷🏽‍♀️

Tw: disordered eating, drinking and smoking mentioned.

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There were two of them. The man and the woman, they weren't teenagers, but they still looked young, couldn't be over 25 years old, both with white hair, and dressed in black.

But before Whumpee could think about it more or even ask: "who the hell are they" the girl punched them hard, and pinned them to the wall, it was clean and precise, no emotion involved.

But she was smaller than Whumpee and skinny, too skinny, to be honest. They could see bones poking out here and there.

Hmm better for them, there's no going easy on someone who just ruined their favorite jacket. Whumpee thought, but before they could make a move they felt something cold and hard pressing onto their throat. Knife.

"What? You didn't expected a fair fight did you?" She mocked.

Whumpee looked over her shoulder at the man standing behind her, he didn't move but didn't take his eyes off the pair either. Maybe he wasn't here to fight, well anyway one or two, doesn't matter it was worth a try.

"No, no at all" Whumpee managed to lift his leg and get their knee into her ribs. It wasn't as hard as they hoped for but still she dropped the knife and backed off a few steps doubling over in pain. Intresting.

However Whumpee didn't manage to grab the knife or do anything else, before the man grabbed them by the throat slamming their back into the wall. Looks like he can fight after all.

"That was a fucking mistake" Whumpee was now fighting for each breath now, dots dancing in their vision.

The woman stood up straight and walked over to them putting a hand on the man's shoulder.

"Enough, Sasha wants them to talk, they need to be alive to do that" she said.

"Well if Sasha wants them alive maybe he should go out here and get them himself" The man scoffed but he backed off letting Whumpee slide onto the ground, gasping for breath.

"You didn't need to come here with me, it's my job, you know?." She asked annoyed.

"Oh, yes because you haven't just almost blackout when that scum kicked you" They seemd to forget about Whumpee which gave them a few moments of rest, and soon breathing got a bit easier.

"Excu-excuse me.. what is going o.. n?" There was no escaping for now so Whumpee might as well find out what do they want form them

"Shut up!" they both growled. Girl kicked Whumpee in the stomach making sure they won't be interrupting.

"So this is what this is about?! I can handle myself. I don't need you to do my job for me. Is that all you want to talk about or do you have any other issues with me? " She didn't scream, in fact she didn't even raised her voice, but there's no doubt she was mad.

"Well how about your eating? Or not eating for that matter because I don't remember when was the last time I saw you eat? Or maybe tell me how much you smoke a day?" The man asked, grabbing her wrist.

"Oh, of course, as soon as we're done talking about your drinking problem" She hissed getting her hand out of his grip.

"I don't have -" but she didn't let him finish.

"You know what we're done here. Let's hand this idiot over and be done with it."

"Fine" Was the last words Whumpee heard before one of them hit them with something hard over the head, causing them to blackout.

[uhzuku]

Damn I was just about to go to sleep too and then you spill the tea. If this is tea your I have a story too

So a week ago s really cool girl came up to me after my sociology class and I'm pretty much one of the only people who talks in that class I don't mind as a black woman speaking in those issues either WELL the cool girl came up to me with a few friends and she said she liked how I spoke up in class and thought I was a really cool person so I was flattered and said we need to find a time to hang out well that time was today and she told me about how another girl I'll just call her "Fan" said I was "so fucking shooting and other voices need to be heard." I'm sorry what voices your WHITE one when we are literally talking about racial oppression and the crazy part is this girl was acting so friendly to me and got my Snapchat?? And went out of her way to talk to me even though I literally forgot who she was. And cool girl was like I just have to tell you I cant stand her and then after hearing more about her. How her boyfriend is a conservative and she's a fake ally I realized what her problem is she's a white saviour!!!! I never noticed but cool girl told me every time I talk in class she raised her hand and says something irrelevant after wards 😭😭 I guess she thought she was gonna be the smart one "enlightening" people in that class but wasn't expecting me bitch. Like other people can talk in that class sometimes I intentionally wait like a minute so someone else had the chance to say something first but honestly if these people are intimidated by me just talking who's fault is that?? They have a chance to speak and don't want to. Anyway this is my first fan 😌😌 like you really wanna be me huh. I was shocked I literally barley know her and she's other there seething 😂😂

-meatstick

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nahhhhhhh not a mfing wonderbread lookin ass bitch tryin to talk over a black person on racial oppression 😭😭 AND NOT THE WHITE SAVIOIR COMPLEX PLEASE I CAN’T TAKE ANY MORE OF IT. ‘other voices need to be heard’ not yours, jessica, sit your fake ass down

imagine thinking so highly of yourself that you insert yourself into conversations that, from the way you’re acting, you know nothing about 😭😭 like i get it, you have a class teaching on it, but maybe you should keep your mouth shut and listen instead of yammering n trying to be included in the convo that — again — you don’t have a clue about. cool girl really think she hot snot on a silver platter but really she just cold boogers on a paper plate, smdh

also she def wants to be you and is pissy bc she knows she’ll never be sexy enough to stand up straight next to u babe 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

5. 11. 25. 30. harry’s gf is giving him the silent treatment bc she’s mad so he has to beg for it & then they have rough sex with H being the dom 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

5. “Let me touch you please.”, 11. “Fuck you have no idea what you do to me.”, 25. “Pull my hair again.”, & 30. “Open your mouth.”

HERE YOU GOOOOO:)

(I really like how this one came out too.)

“Hey babe, m’home!” Harry called out, as he closed the front door behind him, hoping to get a response from her, but there was nothing. Maybe she was in the room? As he walked further in he saw that she was actually on the couch, reading and he sighed, “We’re still on that silent treatment, huh?” He inquired, sighing in hopelessness. She glanced up into his eyes from her book, the glare she gave him was ice cold, if looks could kill he would’ve been dead, “Y/N, baby, c’mon… s’ been three days of this, it’s enough. If you were trying to prove a point I got it after the first few hours.” He said and she just looked back down to her book. When the couch dipped beside at her feet she didn’t bother looking up, she was taking the entire space on purpose, she didn’t want him near her at all. He still let his hand rest against her bare ankle and she flinched at his touch, bringing her knees up, removing her ankle from his hold.

“Baby, I’m sorry. S’been too long, please?” She ignored him and he sighed, standing and heading into the kitchen.

*** THREE DAYS EARLIER ***

Their dinner was going really well with all their friends, they were just having fun and re-uniting since Harry had been so busy lately that he hadn’t had much time to just relax and enjoy the people around him. The night was going swell and for the first time in a few weeks he was drinking a bit more than usual, really trying his best to get drunk (because he wouldn’t have the chance for a bit after this). All the guys were outside, smoking some weed from a pipe while poker and the ladies were inside around the dining table chatting. She figured Harry needed some water since she heard him coughing after a big hit probably, so she stood and went for a few water bottles from the pantry, heading to the patio to take the guys their water, but as she was walking towards the screen door she heard his raspy voice, it was definitely him speaking, coughing every now and again.

“-she just get’s on m’nerves sometimes… like, I’m tired, you know? And all Y/N wants to do is talk and talk and talk, it really just gets under my skin, y’know? Fuck, man…” he trailed off, “Like, it really takes a lot sometimes to not just snap at her, like I know she cares and just wants to help me feel better or something, but sometimes not saying anything is the best thing, you know?” He said and he guys hummed in agreement, “You should see when we bicker about things, at this point I don’t even put a up a fight, just tell her she’s right to get her to shut up.” Her eyes were welling up because she had no idea he felt so strongly about her input, she could hear him talk for ages and never get annoyed. He was making it seem so much worse than it actually was, or was she really that bad? She stepped outside and they all looked back, she was forcing a small smile.

“Heard you coughing, brought some water for you.” She said quietly, voice a bit unsure after what she’d heard, and he smiled, “Here’s more if anyone else wants one.” She informed as she put the bottles at the edge of the table.

“Thanks, baby.” He said, puckering up his lips, she could see his eyes were a bit bloodshot and his smile was lazy. She just pat at his head and went back inside, holding her tears and running to the bathroom, finally letting them flow freely.

*******

Later that evening Harry figured out why she had been acting so strange and avoiding him. Sarah told Mitch and Mitch told him that she had heard him complaining about her. Somewhere in her hurt and anger she decided to just stop talking to him. So, three days later she still has not spoken a word to him since that Saturday night and frankly, he missed her voice, he really did. He missed her singing in the shower, harmonizing to his own shower concertos, asking him how his day went, whispering sweet nothings to him when they went to bed… she hadn’t even slept in the same bed as him for three days, if she really needed to tell him something she’d text him, even when he was a few feet away. Petty? Maybe so, but he had really hurt her feelings and maybe after this he’d think before he said something hurtful about her.

She was about to turn in for the night and was washing a mug of tea she had used and he came up behind her, hugging her tight, stilling her movements and staring to wriggle in his hold. Her frustrated grunts and glares back at him were now just amusing to him.

“M’not gonna let go until you speak to me. I said I’m sorry a bajillion times, baby! I was high and drunk!” She was stubborn as hell though, “M’gonna tickle you…” he threatened and she broke.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Her voice came out hoarse from the lack of using it and he smiled in victory.

“Thank god!” He said, smooching her cheek and she pushed him back, wiping at the side of her face with her palm, glaring at him.

“Don’t fucking touch me, I’m mad at you.” She grumped and he pouted.

“Baby, I miss you. Miss you so much…” he whined, “Let me touch you please.” He begged and she crossed her arms, eyes boring into his, as if challenging him.

“You hurt my feelings with what you said. F’my voice is that aggravating to you then I won’t fucking speak. I don’t get you.” She rolled her eyes and he frowned.

“Baby, s’not all the time, s’just when I’m really tired or am having a super bad day and you like, press me to talk about it when all I wanna do is forget it. Like, yeah, talking might be a good outlet for you, but it just makes me dwell on the issues and I just want to move on, you know? S’not every time you speak, promise.” He explained and her face softened.

“You made it sound like I’m some psycho who never shuts up and is always arguing with you, we hardly ever argue and the couple times we have I’m the one who gives up because you have some inherent need to always be right and I give that to you. You made that whole bit up.” She reminded and his shoulders slumped and he shook his head.

“I was probably thinking of my ex, she was like tha’, sorry.”

“So now you’re thinking about your ex when you’re drunk?” She inquired, face in a grimace and his eyebrows shot up quickly.

“No, baby, not like that, it’s just that-” he stopped his rambling when he heard her gasp for air, looking to see her shoulder shaking with laughter and he rolled his eyes, “That’s not nice.” He pouted.

“I’m kidding, Har. Just, the things you said, that’s why we need to talk about things that irritate you, like I want this to work, don’t you?” She asked, reaching her hands out and he took them quickly.

“Of course, babe.”

“Then you need to tell me, otherwise you’re gonna be tolerating more parts of me than you can handle and you’ll get tired of working so hard and it shouldn’t be like that. If you’ve had a bad day instead of coming straight home maybe go to the gym, or for a run? Get it out before you come home fuming because I will ask what’s wrong, I worry for you, babe.” She explained and he nodded and brought her hands up to his lips and kissed the tops of them quickly.

“Okay… I really am sorry, love. I didn’t- wasn’t thinking, you know? And I love you so, so much and not being able to hear your pretty voice these past few days has really hurt me. S’not the same. And well maybe we can start communicating better today… I had a stressful day and I…” he bit his lip and looked into her eyes, “I need you.” That’s what they did when he needed to feel like he was losing the reins on life and she nodded.

“Okay, babe. I’ll wait for you in the room?” She asked and he nodded, letting her go as she started walking out and suddenly she was pressed up against the wall and he was kissing her hard, drawing back and sinking his teeth into her bottom lip, pulling back and letting it snap back into place.

“Naked.” He said lowly, looking into her eyes and she nodded.

A few minutes later he was walking back into the room and she was sitting on the edge of the bed, stark naked, waiting for him as he had instructed. He leaned down and kissed her, guiding her hands to help him undo the buttons running down the front of his shirt, humming with approval as her nails scraped down his toned stomach.

“Get on your knees for me.” He mumbled into their kiss and she did so right away.

Y/N’s  mouth started to water as he began unbuttoning the gray, flowy, Gucci trousers he had on. To no one’s surprise, he has bare beneath the material, she knew that’s why he liked these pants (Harry would say it every time he wore this type of trouser and then hum along to the tune of Free Falling, despite her pleas for him not to do that ever again, he did every time without fail). She bit her lip because it had been three whole days without anything from him and just seeing his hard cock, springing out, watching as he teased himself a bit, thumb pushing the foreskin up, then a bit lower, but not really letting the tip of him push through.

“Oh, baby…” he hissed, “Fuck you have no idea what you do to me.” He gritted out, finally letting the foreskin peel back to reveal his leaking tip, dipping his thumb into his slit and groaning in pleasure. “Love your mouth, baby, all the sounds you make for me, how hard and how much I cum when you put it to work on m’cock… Always do so fucking good.” He muttered, eyes fluttering in a moment of intense pleasure, “Open your mouth.” He ordered, she did as she was told, opening up and waiting, “Good girl, such a perfect place to put my big prick, ‘innit?” She nodded and he stepped forward, letting the leaking tip circle her lips. It was taking everything in her not to just take him and get to work. Finally, the full warmth and weight of him was sliding onto her tongue, resting easily in her mouth and he combed her hair back, “Suck my cock.” He demanded in a gravely, raspy voice that made her tummy tingle.

That’s all she needed to hear in order to get working on him. Her lips closed around his tip first, using her hand to pump at the base as she tongued at his slit and really worked his tip. Gradually letting more of him into her mouth until she was properly sucking at him, swallowing down hard around him, hollowing out her cheeks to create more pressure and reveling in his moans of how good she was doing. She pulled him out of her mouth, stroking him with her hand as she licked down his shaft, letting his hips buck into her fist and feeling his fingers tighten hard around her hair as she started licking at his balls.

“Mmm…Pull my hair again.” She moaned and he did, yanked harder and she let out a satisfied moan, parting her lips and sucking one of his balls into her mouth.

“Fuck, baby, that’s fucking good… get the other.” He groaned and after a few more sucks she moved to the other, feeling him start to twitch in her hand, “Feel how fucking full of cum they are for you?” He grunted, “Such a good fucking girl, doing so good for me, baby.” He muttered, eyes clenching shut and hissing as his shaft sunk deep into her mouth again, twitching again when she gagged around his length, “Fuck, thas’enough.” He breathed out, pulling her off, “On the bed, on all fours.” He order and she hurried to assumed her position.

“Mmm fuck!” She squeaked when a sharp swat was delivered to her ass.

“Ready fo’me?” He asked lowly, “Answer me, baby girl.” He said, painting the tip of his dick against her folds, the thick head parting her lips and then rubbing against her clit so deliciously, she was having a hard time forming any coherent response, he knew this. He grinned smugly as he pressed his tip hard against her, “So fucking wet for me, baby girl… y’hear it? So slick and ready to open up for me, aren’t you?” Against just a sharp inhale and no response. He nudged at her entrance, making her gasp, “If you don’t answer me I won’t give it t’you.” he threatened, “M’gonna ask once more, ready fo’me?” He said and she gasped as he wrapped her hair around his fist and pulled back.

“Yes, fuck,” she whimpered, “M’ready for you.” She finally choked out and he grinned..

With that he pushed himself in, loving the squeeze of her walls from his intrusion and not stopping until his balls had smacked right up against her entrance, making him groan from deep down in his chest.

“Oh fuck, always so fucking tight fo’me, baby. Fuuuuck.” He whined and pulled back, she gripped hard onto the sheets, preparing for him to ram back into her, and she touched forward when she did, groaning loudly because this angle was magic. “M’gonna go harder.”

“Yes, please.” She moaned softly and he groaned. She was usually quiet like this when he was in charge, only speaking when he would ask, but in light of recent events he caved.

“Wanna hear you, baby, make noise, say my name, wanna hear all the little sound you make when I’m fucking into your spot.” She moaned at that alone, “Oh fuck, that’s so fucking pretty, lets hear it again.” He said and dropped back into that same spot, pulling he hair back and making her sounds raspier from the stretch on her neck, “Say my name, baby, let me hear you moan it because I’m fucking you good, really good, yeah?”

“Yes, Harry.” She mewled.

“Yes, what?”

“You’re fucking me- fuck!“ She squawked, “Fucking me so, so good.” He kept pouring into her.

The pleasure in his tummy coiling up quicker that he was hearing all her sounds, all her little gasps and groans when he’s thrust really hard and really deep. The same could be said for her, with him yanking her hair back like this her breathing was a bit strained, the pleasure was making her feel a bit lightheaded and she was starting to see stars when she closed her eyes, she could feel herself pulsing around him and he bit his lip before speaking.

“Gonna cum for me, baby? Huh?”

“Yes, fuck, m’right there. Right there!” She keened and he kept working that angle, her head arching back all on its own. The pressure inside her was building quickly and not even a minute later she was moaning his name loudly with a bunch of whispered curses as she soaked around his cock. She was seeing stars bursting behind her closed eyelids, wanting to fall forward, but he was holding her back, fucking into her faster now.

“Oh fuck, on your back.” He panted, pulling out from her and stroking at his cock desperately as she readjusted, she thought he was going to cum on her boobs (he likes that a lot), but instead he pushed himself back into her, his rhythm fast and deep, “Wanna watch you taking all my cum.” He panted and she moaned, letting him hike her legs up around his hips as he fucked into her deeper and deeper, until his face pinched into a grimace, “Fuck, m’cumming.” He whined and she prepared herself, the relief and pleasure she felt when he let out a very satisfied moan before he started spilling into her was incredible. He stilled deep inside of her, pressing forward and attaching his lips to hers until he was finished.

He reared back and told her to clench her walls, he hurried to grab a hand towel from their bathroom and then looked up into her eyes.

“Push out for me, baby,” he nearly whispered, “Let’s see my fucking mess.” He rasped out and she pushed herself up onto her elbows, glancing down between her legs as she pushed out and bit her lip as the first sign of his cum started leaking from her entrance, “Fuck, that’s it, Y/N.” She could feel it working it’s way out and she bit down on her lip when he moaned, “Look at tha’, baby. Holy shit, that’s a big load you took, at least four or five days worth of me, haven’t properly fucked you in a bit, huh?” She nodded.

“Har!” She squeaked as he dipped his index finger into her and his eyes widened.

“There’s more…” he chuckled, dragging it out when he pulled his finger out and wiped it off on the towel before folding it up and wiping her down as well. He then hovered over her again and kissed her softly, tucking some hair behind her ear, “I’m sorry, again, for hurting your feelings, babe. You know that I love you. Every. Single. Part. Of. You.” He accentuated by pressing a kiss to a different part of her face with each word.

“I forgive you.  And I love you too. Although, some parts more than others.” She teased and he chuckled.

“I wonder what parts those might be…” he muted suggestively, eyebrows raised.

“I can show you. Want me to show you?” She asked grinning, pushing him to move onto his back, he liked when this was going.

“Please, show me, baby.”

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So like, I've seen a lot of trans truscum that like to point to the fact that non-dysphoric supposed trans people aren't really trans because they don't feel the same pain they feel every single day that makes it almost unbearable to exist... but to that, I ask, why would you actively want someone to feel horrible pain in order to prove they're like you? I do not point to the San Francisco gays living with accepting, encouraging parents and in an accepting, encouraging society and say they have not experienced homophobia to the extent I have and, therefore, should not be allowed to identify as queer. I should not look at lighter-skinned Hispanics who live in readily-accepting Hispanic-American communities and say they should not be allowed to identify as Hispanic.

[Disclaimer: with these analogies, I only mean to set up the parallel situations of comparing levels of pain to justification for identification or feeling a certain way, not saying racism or homophobia are experiences that are at all identical to or on the same level as transphobia.]

Who am I to proclaim pain as the validator of one's identity or existence?

Some trans truscum claim transtrenders are simply looking for oppression points and that's why they identify as trans, but, in reality, the former are ones who end up looking to be crowned, "Most Oppressed", by trying to justify their right to be oppressed with the pain they feel.