#no ink i suck at graphics

[junorsky]

So, I decided to participate in the Baldur's Gate 3 challenge this month. I loved the game and can't stop playing it in my free time with my friend or alone even though I already finished it.

I've drawn a few sketches last week and enjoyed it, also I'm interested to see if i'll be able to keep this pace. The best thing is that they posted all of their concepts and models on artstation, so I have LOTS of material

One warning: the game is 18+ and the art is going to be mature as well (blood, dark themes, nudity). That is to say, be wary if you don't want to see anything listed here

Let's start with this one. Words: mirror, tentacles

A mind flayer watching themself in the mirror

[gr33nmushy]

Inktober day 4 "Dodge"

Not the best so far. I have to admit I found it really hard to come up with an idea. Then I couldnt make a sketch good enough and was a little disappointed but eh. It's fine.

[nangua]

@nosebleedclub prompt: carapace

[b4kuch1n]

How big did your canvas end up for your merman piece? It looks so clean and crisp!

thank u! funny enough I was fully eyeballing the majority of the process, I committed to using the soft pencil brush at size 100 to fill in most of the details which ended up making everything look kinda blurry (which I don't hate! it just looks like wrongly resized at any level of zoom except all out and 100%) anyways this is the size

I know plenty of folks draw on like 10K canvases all the time but this is double the size of my usual canvas lol. and it is at 350dpi bc it's the SAI2 preset and I love stressing out my beautiful, traitorous laptop

[motherofdogs1010]

Solar Flare (Feyd-Rautha x Reader)

Summary: Chosen as the bride of na-Baron Feyd-Rautha, Y/N finds herself at the hands of the sadistic na-Baron who seems keen on having his bride on their wedding night...

Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, arranged marriage, DUBCON/ pinv sex, fingering, loss of virginity, brief knife kink, small breeding kink, crude language, forced arranged marriage

A/N: I took inspiration from S1 GoT with Khal Drogo and Daenarys' relationship lol, can you tell I love that show?

Open to further parts in the future

Dividers by @firefly-graphics Banner by @vase-of-lilies

Geidi Prime was so different from her own world, one that was known for its windy, sunny atmosphere where nearly anything thrived in the fertile soil; she looked out the window of the bedroom she was in, seeing how the black sun of the planet truly blotted out any color. She could hear the hum of life within the ship as she awaited for her brother to summon her, to see if her fate would be sealed or not.

She wore a simple satin dress of a lavender shade, her hair loose and held back by two simple braids with some bells that hung from it as it was a fashion trend in her planet. Y/N sucked in a breath as she recalled her reason for being on Geidi Prime, that reason being that her brother was selling her off like a broodmare to the na-Baron of House Harkonnen.

She had heard the rumors of Feyd-Rautha, the sadistic nature of the man and it made her tremble in fear as she thought about it.

Knock. Knock.

Turning her head, Y/N looked at the bedroom door, watching it slid open to reveal her handmaid, Illaria.

"Your brother is calling for you", she said, Y/N felt her hands go sweaty as she knew why he was calling her.

🌑

"Where is he?" her brother asked, inpatient.

They were outside their ship on the landing pad where Houses meet, the bright light from their ship fought back the black-white filter that the black sun gave. She stood slightly behind her brother as he grumbled, she knew he was doing this to gain more Spice, the man was addicted to it.

"The Harkonnens are not known for their puncuality", her brother's advisor, Minos replied.

Minos was an overweight man with a long beard that nearly went past his heavy stomach.

Y/N looked between the two men chatting before seeing the Harkonnens, her heart skipped a beat as Minos joyfully went to greet them; she saw the large, menacing figure of the Baron, how slumped in his floating seat he was. She saw all of their ghastly pale skin and hairless appearance that differed from the beauty standard of long, thick hair on her planet.

And it was then she saw him: Feyd-Rautha, he was similar to his kin with the white skin and bald head, dark eyes that were sinister and she swore she saw black teeth.

"Do you see him?" her brother whispered, gripping her arm. "Feyd-Rautha is the fiercest warrior in the universe, they say he's never been defeated in battle. Of course, he's a Harkonnen and a savage... but you're going to be his na-Baroness."

He chuckled just as Minos called out to her to join him where the House stood.

Slowly, she made her way to where Minos was and she saw Feyd locking eyes with her. When she got to where Minos was, he moved her a little in front of her just as Feyd walked up to her, staring down at her.

He had a lean figure, she noted as he stared at her with his black eyes and she saw his tongue lick his bottom lip as he stared. His skin was practically white from the planet and she saw he had a slightly protruding eyebrow bone but he was a handsome man, a psychotic man but handsome.

She stared into his ink-black eyes, the smell of the polluted air of the planet going into her nose as he stared back into her own E/C eyes. His eyes trailed her full figure, taking in her hair and appearance as they stared at one another for what felt like an eternity before he turned to his uncle and walking away with the others following behind.

Y/N felt herself let out a breath as she lived, he hadn't killed her.

"Wait! Did he like her?" her brother cried out, rushing to where they were.

Y/N blinked at the interaction as Minos said, "he liked her."

"How could you tell?"

"Trust me, Feyd Rautha makes it known when he does not like a woman."

"Well then, when is the wedding?" her brother asked, Minos looked at her.

"Soon", Minos said, Y/N felt dread at his answer.

Soon enough, the wedding to her Harkonnen groom came and it was an event. Fireworks were booming as in one of the many Grand Halls, drums were beat up as the music was loud as she sat near her now husband, who was taking pleasure in watching a fight between two men over a woman commenced. Y/N held back a grimace as she looked around and saw the table where the food was, she prayed that the meats on that table weren't human.

Minos mumbled that if there were no fights during a Harkonnen wedding, then it was not a wedding. The ceremony had been a brief one with the Baron, himself, officiating the ceremony and dark, throaty singing in the background as he talked of how she was now Feyd-Rautha's in body and mind, that her will was now his and her duty to produce heirs.

Feyd, himself, had been dressed in a black leather ceremonial suit that was fitted to his body while Y/N had been forced in an tight, silk dress that had slits on either side of her body, a deep cleavage bearing neck line and the veil she had been given to wear trailed behind her in a long train.

The maids that had gotten her ready had told her that Feyd had found her fuller figure appealing hence the dress and her hair hung down as she was also told her enjoyed that as well.

Y/N saw one of the attendees grab a rather bloody piece of dark meat from the table and she recalled the cannibalistic nature of Geidi Prime; the festivities proceeded before suddenly, Feyd stood up and she swallowed her spit as her breath got caught.

She had hoped he would turn to his concubines for the wedding but it seemed he truly wanted to consummate their marriage and Y/N felt her heart beating faster as the music, as everything stopped.

Feyd was waiting for her down the steps as everyone stared at her, she slowly got up as she felt her eyes want to water. He held a hand out and Y/N slowly walked down the steps, feeling the stares of everyone as she grasped his hand before letting out a small squeal as the man threw her over his shoulder without effort.

The room erupted into laughter and clapping, music picking up as Feyd walked around, carrying her around like she was some prized animal he hunted. The attendees were enjoying the show as Y/N felt a sense of humiliation before it was finally over and he walked them out of the hall.

It was silent with the exception of the fireworks.

"Are you frightened?"

His voice was raspy and Y/N swallowed, "N-No husband."

His footsteps echoed in the hall as his voice teased, "You should be, I could easily feed you to my pets and be done with it, wife."

Y/N blinked rapidly as tears welled up in her eyes, "I believe that would not be in your best interest."

She hadn't even realized they made it inside his bedroom until he tossed her onto a bed, she was surprised by the softness of the bed and the coolness of the sheets.

Feyd smirked at her as he stared down at her before climbing over her, a cold knife slid up against her cheek as she stared into his eyes.

"And why is that, my na-Baroness?"

"Are your pets worthy enough of bearing you a strong heir?"

He slid the knife down until it nicked her skin, a hiss of pain escaped her lips as Feyd stared at her.

"What makes you believe that you can carry my heir, hm?"

His thumb pressed on the cut, making the blood from the cut come out more before he brought his thumb to his mouth, licking it off.

"You'll have to find out", she responded back.

Feyd smirked before crashing his lips on her, her eyes closed as a heat came up on her face as the hunger his kiss conveyed consumed her and she fisted his clothes as he dominated the kiss. She tried her best to kiss back before Feyd pulled away, a thin strand of saliva connecting their mouths as Y/N panted.

"Your brother was right in his bragging, you truly have never had a man."

Feyd seemed proud in his statement as he used the knife to rip the bodice of her dress, exposing her breasts to him and he seemed pleased at their appearance as he brought his mouth down one of her buds, sucking on it harshly and sliding the knife over the other. The coldness of the knife made her nipple harden and the sensation of Feyd's mouth of her breast made her cunt begin to throb in a painful way and she felt a wetness begin.

She watched him toss the knife away as the hand that held the knife dove under her skirts, the Harkonnen man ripping and tear at the skirt with his hand as he fisted her panties before tearing them down her plump thighs.

Her heart was beating in her chest, she was experiencing so many emotions: fear... confusion... lust.

She felt his cold fingers probe at her cunt, a smirk coming on his face as he pushed her legs open before his swiped a finger through her lips; she felt a odd sensation, a throb of electricity go through her as he pressed a calloused thumb to her swollen clit and pushed two fingers into her hot, slick walls.

Y/N couldn't help but arch her back and her eyes flutter at the sensation of Feyd beginning to literally fuck his fingers into her, rubbing harsh circles on her clit that seemed to light her body on fire.

She clutched his shoulders as she cried out as she felt him massage his fingers into her as he chuckled.

"Such a little whore you are, wife", he rasped, "I haven't even shoved my cock into you and you're already mewling like a whore."

It was true, her toes where curling as she moaned and gasped.

"Wonder how you'll be once you have a cock in you."

🌑

Feyd was determined, Y/N would later conclude towards having her carry his heir was her legs had been thrown over the lean man's shoulders. He was pressing down hard into her, his hips brutally slapping into her as he let out these animalistic growls and groans.

She clung to him, fingers digging into his flesh as the pleasure that rocked through her body overwhelmed her.

The intrusion of his cock when it first entered her in one rough thrust had stung, tears had pricked her eyes for those brief moments of pain, but now it was tears of tears that rang down her round cheeks.

She panted and moaned, back arching, "Feyd!"

"Let everyone hear you", he demanded, "I want them to hear who you belong to."

She squealed as she felt another orgasm come over her, having lost count of the many he had already forced out of her body.

"I want them to hear who's heir is being bred into you."

[crookedteethed]

MORESAL of praise | e.m.

Pairing: Up-and-coming Musician!Eddie Munson x Girlfriend Musician reader

Warning: 18+ Cursing, Smut (p in v), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Reader is intimidated by Eddie's size, Praise kink, Pet names, cockwarming, Eddie being a tool, barely proofread, reader and Eddie are both in their mid-twenties, From y/n perspective

Word count: 2.7k

Divider cred → @saradika-graphics

There's a squeak to my door that needs fixing, and a water leak somewhere that needs tending.

I asked my tenant to fix it, but he tells me: "This is what you get when you pay $300 a month."

The Luminary, home of musicians trying to live for cheap.

I sit my guitar case on the creaking floors, and kick off my ten-hut boots.

My apartment had been cold. A dull gray atmosphere manifested itself not only due to the cold weather outside but also the poor insulation through my apartment walls.

The door to my room was slightly cracked and I noticed between the lines of static silence were the faint sounds of acoustic strings.

I opened the door. In my room, there was one dim lamp light lit. It shined a yellow hue on my boyfriend, who sat on the edge of my bed. Eddie had been playing his black acoustic guitar--the one he wrote "This machine slays dragons" in white paint on, his notebook he often wrote in laid open next to him, a black ink pen between the margins of the notebook.

He doesn't look up at me when I tell him "Hi."

His concentration was on the nylon strings of his acoustic guitar as he mutters an "Oh, hey." back.

My boyfriend looked beautiful at the moment, inattentive, yet beautiful. The warm yellow tone reflected his pallor skin, strands of his thick curly hair tucked behind his ear, and a brown celluloid guitar pick between his teeth. Somewhat of a Vermeer painting.

I walk over to my dresser.

"Sorry, I'd broken in." Eddie says. "I needed to be somewhere quiet, my roommates wouldn't give me that." The roommates that had also doubled as Eddies bandmates.

"It's okay." I say, while shimming out of my black satin skirt. "I was going to ask if you wanted to come over tonight anyway."

My skirt falls to the floor, it pools around my ankles. Next to come off is my stockings, then my shirt, and lastly my bra.

I catch Eddies eyes lingering on my bareback as I fish for something I can sleep in. My hands pick a shirt that said "Margaritaville" and was four sizes too big.

When I turn back around to Eddie, he's back to strumming a random chord then he writes it down in his notebook.

In the small bathroom that connected to my bedroom, I don't look myself in the mirror when I take off my panties and throw them into the hamper.

Now getting into bed, I crawled over to where Eddie sat, sitting behind him on the weight of my knees.

Eddie had seemed to form some sort of a strumming pattern with his song, but he didn't seem to like the sound of it by the harsh glare he gave his guitar.

"It sounds pretty." I assure him.

He lets out a low mumble that sounds like a "Thank you."

"Thinking about playing it to the guys, play it at our audition at Beacon records, maybe?"

I hum as I slowly walked on my knees, my calloused hands gripping his bare shoulders. "Mmm-hmm," I say as he kept speaking, but I was too busy stroking his hair to fathom anything he was saying.

I lean in closer to his body, enveloping myself in his warmth.

My boyfriend: the thermal.

I bring my lips to his neck, and in one long hard suck, I kiss the flesh. His reaction is what catches me off guard.

"Babe." he turns to me, he stares at me with the same glare he gave his guitar. "I'm almost done." He continued. "Then we can do whatever you want."

The music continues.

My bottom lip start to poke out, and I probably would've started to cry if he was a bit more harsher.

I start to scoot to the head of the bed. "Take as long as you want. I'm going to bed." I tell him.

I get underneath my cold blankets, lay to my side and force myself to sleep (despite not being sleepy).

Suddenly, his strumming stops.

With one eye opened, I peak at him (out of curiosity). I squeeze both my eyes shut when I feel Eddie get up from the bed, his bones cracking in the mitts.

He leans his guitar on the wall, and places his closed notebook on the bedside table.

We accidentally make eye contact when he turns off the lamp light, I squeeze my eyes in a haste, but l feel the smirk on his lips illuminating in the darkness of my room.

Eddie then slips underneath the covers beside me, his clipped nails and rough hands graze the plush of my slender hips. I feel his smirked lips kiss the dip of my shoulder blade.

"I'm trying to sleep." I mumble.

"No you're not." He says, breathing on the nape of my neck.

I feel Eddie's muscular hands turn me over by the shoulders. When we're face to face I get a glimpse of his shadow covered face, alabaster skin darker then normal.

Eddie traces a finger over the line of my jaw and pulled my body tight to his chest. His body heat makes me feel less cold. Eddie brings a warmness to me that spreads from my temples, to my limps and it makes me melt like ice cream on a midsummer day's night.

"You're freezing." he states.

My lips part as his thump soothes the petal skin of my jawline.

"Lemme make you warm. Lemme make up for before, yeah?" He said in that voice I couldn't resist. It's a low, gravelly tone. A tone filled with assurance and leverage.

And though I wanted to roll over and play sleep, I simply couldn't. With sluggish eyes and a parted mouth (due to his thumb playing with my bottom lip) I found myself nodding to Eddie's words.

As Eddie crawls on top of me, I combed my fingers through his thick dark curls. Eddie's the one to close the gap between our mouths.

The kiss begins with the utmost tenderness. It was long enough that I could inhale his breath, feel the warmness of his skin, and tasted the last thing that lingered on his lips (the celluloid guitar pick).

But, with the hunger of a starving man, Eddie deepens the kiss. I responded to him with a low mewl between the gnawing and the suckling.

When I feel Eddie's hand snake to where our cores met, I stopped him.

He hovers over me with concerning eyes, and red-bitten lips.

"Did I do something wron--"

"I want to ride you." I breathlessly say, earning another smirk from him and glint in his eyes.

In a swift motion, Eddie and I switched places, with him now being on the bottom while I was on top. Eddie rests his back on the metallic bars of my headboard. In this position, the moonlight peaking from my curtains had shined on his face, leaving me in the shadows.

I start to adjust myself by bunching the hem of my shirt around my waist; Eddie adjusts himself by lifting his weight to pull down his boxers, and that's when I feel it.

I feel the warmth that radiates from his cock to my wet slit. His tip nearly meshing with my clit.

Eddie's cock had had a slight curved mushroom shape to it with a hefty girth to it as well, with three large straining veins running along the side of it.

His reddening tip spewed drops of clear pre-cum that leaked down from his dick and to my thighs.

I gawked at his cock, with slightly parted lips.

Oh, how I yearned for Eddie to be inside of me all day. During my yearning, Eddie was on top. It occurred to me then that I'd never ridden Eddie before. Eddie is always the one to do the penetrating.

My eyes met with his, a devious look in his deep, earthy brown eyes.

"Sorry." I mutter.

Eddie looks at me with a condescending grin as I lift myself up by my knees. I give a few tugs to his cock, before aligning his length to my entrance.

I feel the supple wetness of my cunt drip down my thighs and onto the puddle of Eddie's pre-cum that resides there, as I inch him closer to me.

It was either the intimidation or excitement in my lower belly that lead me to stop.

"Can you help me?" I mumble.

"What?" Eddie says, cuffing his hand behind his ear. Whatta prick.

"You heard me." I said.

"I believe I didn't sweetheart, you were mumbling."

He knew for a fact he heard me; we were so close to one another that I could listen to the fluids swishing around in his belly. But for the sake of it,

"Can you help me?" I repeat, this time loud and clear.

"Ohh, that's what I thought you said." He decides to play dumb, desperation pulls on my face. "Thought you wanted to ride me, huh?"

"I do, but I'm scared it won't fit." I say.

"It fit all those other times." He rebuttals.

"But all those other times weren't like this." I stare deep into his eyes and poke out my bottom lip. "Please, just help me."

"Oh, don't cry sweets, you know I was gonna help ya, y'know." He tells me. "But first, take off your top fr'me."

I comply, watching him watch me take off my "Margaritaville" shirt and discarding it onto the floor.

Now completely bare, I feel my nipples start to pebble at the cool breeze of my apartment.

Eddie's mouth latches onto my left breast like a moth to a flame. I feel his hand give my right breast a firm squeeze. As his lips and tongue revolved around my sensitive buds, the tips of his curls tickled my chest.

"Eds." I gasp, bringing his head closer to my chest as if I were trying to feed him.

In the next moment, he spilled a few drops of saliva on my other nipple and flicked the newly wet nub, and started to suck on the puffy skin.

"Eds, baby, you're doing so good." I moan. Eddie hums in acknowledgment, concentrating on my left nipple like it was his guitar and notebook.

"But please, Eddie, I need you inside of me; I'm dripping here." I whine.

Eddie slowly detaches himself from my right nipple, a string of saliva connecting his lips from my nub. He looks down at the slickness that coats his and my thighs.

"Shit." he curses. He looks at me with those chocolate brown eyes of his, and a look of flattery on his face. "And I didn't even have to touch that little clit of yours to have you dripping like this."

"Eddie, please!"

"Alright, alright." He says. "By the way, y'know you're beautiful when you're all whiney and struggling on me."

Before I can rebuttal, I see Eddie gripping the thick base of his cock; as he brings his tip to my entrance, I bite on my bottom lip out of pure anticipation.

A faint sigh of relief died on our lips as Eddie melded inside me. I let out a shaky gasp at the sudden stretch. For a brief second, I sit on his cock, taking in his size, taking in his heat.

Involuntary, I clench around his girthy length as a response his cock throbs inside of me. I think if we knew morse code, our private parts could have a flirty conversation without each of us knowing; I giggle at this thought.

Eddie wraps his arms tightly around my waist "You got this mama." He pecks the skin of my collarbone.

With doe eyes I slowly nod my head, before slowly starting to grinding my hips onto his.

"That's it, baby, keep going." Eddie praises, looking up at me with such admiration. I start to quicken my pace, feeling my slick and clit coat his torso.

As Eddie's lips ravishes the dip of my neck, he breaths against my skin: "You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now."

"Then do it." I say. "Fuck me."

And with the quick placement of his large hands groping the plush fat of my waist, Eddie starts to slam my body up and down on his cock in a bouncing motion.

I mewl at his relentless thrust. Groaning every time I feel his ridged cock dragging inside of my gummy walls, I whimper when I feel him graze my sweet-spot, only for him to draw himself back and slam right back into me.

The only sounds to fill the air was skin on skin, hard smacks coming from each time our bodies thrashed.

"Fuckin' shit." Eddie groans. "Look at my girl, taking me so well." Butterflies swarm inside of my belly.

I look down to where Eddie and I connected once again, I see the lips of my cunt touch the base of his cock and then back up to his tip. Eddie fingertips graze the meat of my ass, he gives my cheeks a tight squeeze.

My cup runneth over.

My eyes begin to flutter close. "M'close." I murmured against Eddie's lips. I was tottering on the edge of my climax.

Eddie switches from mercilessly slamming me unto his cock to grinding, rubbing me against him. With the palms of his hands splayed across my ass cheeks, he rubs me closer to him in fast, greedy motions.

"Eds, M'close!" I whine.

"Finish f'me, sweets." He says, voice hoarse like he was on the edge of his climax too.

It was the hoarseness in Eddie's voice, the bead of sweat sloping down the side of his face, and then the delicious feeling of his cock finally bumping into my sweet spot.

A plethora of moans escapes my lips. My back arches at the shockwaves of pleasure that ebbs and flows throughout my body. There's a ripple of orgasmic delight all over. My cunt starts clenching and unclenching around Eddie's cock.

Accompanied with the sounds of our skin slapping is the wet slick coming from my spent cunt.

Lazily, I collapsed into Eddie's chest and bury my face in the croak of his neck, giving him quick little pecks on the hot flesh--my body twitching every now and then.

Eddie still fucks into me.

"Almost there, sweets." he elongates. "You're so good to me." He kisses my cheek. "Always taking me so well in that little cunt of yours, always letting me use you, even when you're on top."

You would think Eddie was talking me through my orgasm, but he was talking him through his, I think his own praised turned him on twice as much.

I start to feel Eddie's cock spasm inside of me. I'm too spent to do anything but pull him tighter to me.

He pushes himself all the way in and stills himself. I feel his cock swell up, and in those two seconds of stillness I can feel just how large Eddie really is.

With each spurt of cum, Eddie's cock pulsates. I feel the warmth and pressure of his cum coating my cervix. With each spurt, Eddie lets out low (gravelly) groans.

Eddie kisses my forehead.

I lay on his chest, listening to the fast paced pumping of his heartbeat. My eyelids start to fall and I start to feel that post-coital weariness.

I try to move myself off of Eddie, but my sore and stiff hips and limps makes it hard.

"What are you doing?" Eddie asks me as I try to move beside him.

"Eddie, I have to get off of you, we can't stay in this position all night." I say.

"Says who?"

And as I snuggled back into Eddie's lap, his semi-hard cock starting to soften inside my warm cunt, I told Eddie he was right.

Who said we couldn't stay enveloped in each other's warmth for the rest of the night? Two lovers wrapped around one another in a cold bed in the cold Luminary. With no money, dead-end jobs, a guitar in hand, and dreams not only of each other but dreams of making a difference someday.

Eddie didn't need to be famous to make a difference in people's lives when he'd already made a difference in mine, my beautiful boyfriend.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

stalker!reader/unsub!reader for spencer reid

tw: mentions of blood, graphic descriptions of murder, usual CM gore, suicide.

-noticing him one day when he was at your job for a case asking questions about a victim/killer. i’m gonna say season 4 reid (before he gets shot in the leg). you were stuck to the shadows just observing him and his colleague when boom! his eyes meet yours and you feel a spark, your body tingles. he noticed you.

-he walks away from his colleague who was talking with your boss, towards you, hands in his pockets and this long wavy hair swaying with his motions. he stopped three steps away from you and said, “hello, i’m doctor reid, with the fbi. i was wondering if i could ask some questions about…” his voice was deep and smooth, he pulled you into a hypnotic trance. you just nodded and answered his questions honestly.

-he came back a second time, just saying that the case was over. that was it, you weren’t even personally involved, but he came back for you. he must’ve felt that same spark, that pull to someone magnetic. he even gave you his card and said, “if you even are in area or in need of help, just ask for me.” now how could you not be obsessed with that man after that.

-so you started to follow all the cases the fbi or bau was mentioned, hoping for a glimpse of the names spencer or dr. reid. you kept a folder of photos captured of him from news footage or newspaper articles, red inked hearts circled his head while anyone else was harshly scrubbed away in black ink. his gentle smiles or lovely eyes pierced at your heart each time, it was slowly bleeding into your lungs filling you up to suffocation. you need spencer reid.

-when cases went quiet you started to search relentlessly for him online. you forced yourself to ingest every thesis paper he’s ever written and watch any lecture that was posted. he drew you in with the wave of his hands or how he would ramble then bring himself back to the topic at hand. how you wanted to pick his brain, just sit and listen to him for hours taking about anything he’s stored away.

-it’s been a year since that case. you miss him, you want him in your grasp. maybe you should put that business card to use and just call it, that’d be a lot easier. so you mustered up the courage, pulling the card from your wallet and dialing his number you breathed slowly and pressed call. the line rang three times before it picked up and you heard his voice, “dr. reid, how can i help?”

“uh, this is y/n…” he said he’d remember you so you just gave your name for recognition. the line was quiet for three seconds and you could hear some faint chatter on his end before he responded, “i’m sorry, i- i don’t seem to-“ and you hung up the call before he could break your heart further. he lied.

-it was like you just went through a breakup for a relationship that wasn’t even real. your bleeding heart completely cracked and spilled like fire through your veins. spencer reid is going to regret ever forgetting you and his promise. so you started to do some studying, researching past cases with the bau involved, looking for inspiration from convicted killers

-you find some that were unique but still easy to accomplish with your own physic in play. most of these killers were men, stronger and taller than you. you start to craft your calling cards, poems and roses, anything symbolic to a relationship and heartbreak. you’re nervous your first night on the hunt. you decide to go a bar and wait for someone to make their way into your web.

-you’d dance on them and kiss them, closing your eyes shut and imagining this it what spencer would taste like, how his hands trailing over your curves would release butterflies in your belly. his breath ghosting along your pulse before sucking a bruise into your skin. “wanna get out of here?” seductive eyes watching your toy nod and drag you behind him out the club, heading to his place.

-the make out session was hot and getting steamy, pushing him in the direction of his bedroom. you played the kinky card, “gonna tie you up and gag you, be a good boy.” left in nothing but his boxers he was bond and gagged. playing a teasing game you left him alone while looking for some type of weapon. pulling a pair of black gloves from your clutch and the pointiest knife from a drawer you dragged yourself back to his bed, straddling him at the waist, keeping your hands behind your back. “you’ve made this night very special. wanna know why?” playing coy while pulling the gag down from a second.

the toy cocked a brow with a shit eating smirk, “of course, doll face.” his eyes dropping to your chest and it caused you to grimace. “you’re the first victim of many.” whispered as you slid the fabric back into his mouth

“wait wh-“ muffled when you stabbed him with an angered forced into his heart. his screams were still loud but with music playing in the background and his mouth full, no one would be the wiser.

-you called in sick for the next few days, needing to be consistent for the bau to be called in. you’d go to clubs or even strip clubs, any place that’d have willing men bring you home preying on you while you were the pretender. you kept the killings pretty simple, just stabs to the heart and letting them bleed out, you started to draw heart on their walls from their blood, the red turning black when drying. and finally before leaving a folded note with a poem or a piece of your soul written out was safety pinned to their skin.

-the news started to call you ‘the heartbreak killer’ stupid, but they always wanted to give killers case names. adding a new flare to your lastest kill, you’ve scattered red and white rose petals over their body and a ruby red kiss to their cheek. your fifth victim in a week period. you had a hunger for it now, killing gave you an adrenaline rush that was better than any rollercoaster or scary movie, you vibrate with excitement each night. you started dressing more bolder, wearing wigs even, making sure you stood out for anyone that was connected to your toy of the night.

- “we’ve called in the fbi behavior analysis unit to help us find this serial killer. with them here we plan to catch them before there is another victim.” goosebumps scattered over your forearms hearing the sheriff’s announcement. finally, he’s here. your spencer reid came for you. “in do time, my love. we’ll be reunited properly.”

-you took a sixth life the night they arrived, wanting them to know your usual stalking grounds. it would be easier to ‘accidentally’ bump into spencer, rather than actively search him out. so the next day you dressed down, wanting to look more normal, become a wallflower. you were nursing a drink in a shaded corner with watching eyes surveying the crowed hoping to see the tall dr. reid. “uh, excuse me, miss.” your heart skipped a beat, it recognized his voice even over the thumping music rattling your skull.

you turned his way casually and said, “you’re very pretty,” sipping on the black straw of your soda. spencer smiled hesitantly and floundered for a response, “uh tha- thank you. i’m dr. spencer reid i work with the fbi-“ he flashed his badge and you caught a glimpse of a younger photo, “there’s been a series of murders in the area and we suspect the killer visits here. have you seen anything suspicious lately?”

your nostrils flared, he still didn’t remember you not even face to face. “well all men are suspicious in clubs,” dulled chuckles at your retort. you saw spencer’s eyebrows quirked, “are- are you by yourself?” he sounded concerned for a stranger, but you weren’t a stranger. “yeah, my friends left me a few hours ago but i just didn’t want to go home yet.” shrugging him off.

he licked his lips, “well i’d suggest not visiting his establishment for the time being.” “but all her victims are men, so i’m safe. but thanks for the concern, nice to meet you doctor.” and you left the crowded bar with a smirk knowing you gave him a hint.

-you went to work the following day, just telling your coworkers you came down with food poisoning and needed and extra day to recover. they cooed over you but you knew most of them didn’t care, its fine you weren’t planning to stay here forever like most. you were cleaning tables and fixing displays when there was a tap to your shoulder. brittany, a coworker, pointed over her shoulder and said, “there’s a spencer reid here to see you. says he’s with the fbi.” you had to repress your smile.

“dr. reid, pleasure to see you again.” a welcoming smile and open posture. he cocked his head, “i- i remember you. from last year…” it’s like you could see his gears turning and clicking things into place. you didn’t bother denying anything just saying, “wow, what a great memory you have.”

his round eyes stared into your soul, “eidetic memory. you called me a month ago…” now you showed confusion, “no i didn’t. sadly lost your card, but i’m safe. we should have dinner while you’re here.” being bold.

spencer nodded his head, “that sounds nice. tomorrow night works for me, i could meet you here.” he seemed excited to have a romantic date with you. your heart raced, “it’s a date.” and you headed back to your work.

-you changed into date appropriate clothing once you clocked out and waited five minutes outside before you saw the tall spencer reid walking up to your side. he had a sweater vest over a button up with a tie around his neck, his gun wasn’t holstered to his hip for the night and his hair was a bit wind swept. you could eat him up.

“bet you have a bunch of girls after you while away on cases.” walking beside him when he suggested an chinese restaurant just down the block. he chuckled, oh your heart stuttered at the melody, “not really. most people don’t like my… personality.” sneaking a glance at you.

“well they’re missing out, but happy since i’m the lucky girl at your side.” looping an arm through his and pulling his close so you could lean your head onto his bicep. “i’ve dreamed of this since you left.” sighing into the air then pressing a kiss to his fabric covered skin, later you’ll get to taste him.

- “i have a question for you.” it’s been an hour into your date, stomach filled with delicious food and effortless conversation. you nodded at spencer to go forward. “at the bar you said the unsub was a women, what made you think that? no sex has been mentioned in the news yet.”

you pursed your lips in thought, “well, stabs to the heart seems emotionally personal. and the hearts in blood and rose petals, along with her leaving love poems. only a hopeless romantic that was horribly heartbroken would do this art.” slurping noodles into your mouth for punctuation. you weren’t trying to hide your truth, “it was the only way to get your attention.”

- “my attention?” spencer questioned. “well, i’ve missed you and when i tried calling-“ “so that was you.” “and you lied about remembering me!” slamming a fist onto the tabletop forcing it to shake. you leaned in close, “i thought we had something special. you didn’t bother trying to reach me in anyway and i’ve stayed updated with your career.”

“i- im sorry, y/n. my job is just very demanding. i would’ve reached out. i- i didn’t think you felt the way i did.” spencer stretched a hand over the table and rested it atop yours, his long fingers curling along your wrist.

“oh baby, the spark when we first met was instant. i was devoted to you the moment our eyes met, i’d do anything for you.” allowing your other hand to creep up spencer’s arm. “i’d kill myself for you if you asked, i’ve killed for you. would you do the same for me?” doeing your eyes and pouting your lips.

spencer leaned forward, his eyes dropping to your lips then back to your eyes, “anything for you, my love.” whispered just between the two of you. you smiled wickedly, “wanna head to my place?”

-once your door was unlocked and open you pounced onto spencer, hands holding his cheeks so you could press your lips onto his. his palms gripped at your hips and pulled your flush to his chest as his mouth devoured yours, moans ripped from your throat.

“fbi! hands in the air!” heavy footsteps and loud shouts broke the air. you didn’t bother acknowledging them, just submerging yourself into spencer until his arms twisted you around and held you in a tight hug. “don’t fight them. stay alive for me.” spencer whispered in your ear before pressing a kiss to your temple.

-six months. you’ve been institutionalized for six months since your lawyer pleaded insanity to the court. said you did everything because you started to stalk and become obsessive with doctor spencer reid. you didn’t bother mentioning that the killings made you feel stable. you’ve been sentenced for twenty five years to life, chances of parole after fifteen years. your family rarely visited you, you didn’t care. you only enjoyed visitation when he was there.

“the doctor is here.” an officer pulled you from the library to bring you into the visitation center. nervously you fiddled with your hair, straightening your beige uniform, wanting to appear put together for your boyfriend. he wasn’t your actual boyfriend, but he allowed you to call him that.

“hi baby.” sidling into your seat across from him, a gigantic smile hurting your cheeks. he wore his standard outfit, sweater vest over a long sleeve button up, no tie today and his collarbones were on display for you along with his forearms. “you look very sexy today.”

“and you look quite pretty today.” spencer visits you once a week at most, sometimes twice if he’s already in the state for a case. you heard it was cause your psychiatrist told him that your symptoms were worse if he was gone for long periods at a time causing you to act out and harm yourself or others. but you know it’s cause he loves you.

“what book are you reading today?” jerking his head to the worn spine. you peered down at the titles with a twisted smile then looked him dead in the eyes, “romeo and juliet. quiet the love story don’t you think?”

[honeybadgersgf]

Domestic mornings with Daniel Ricciardo 😵‍💫😊

Thank you lots x

a/n: Hello! Sorry for the late response but here it is! I don't really do fluff so sorry if it sucks! Enjoy <3

wc: 449

warnings: suggestive tone but nothing graphic

domestic mornings with daniel ricciardo

Beep!

Beep!

Beep!

The incessant beeping of my alarm forces me out of the mystical escape of my dreams and into reality.

Though reality isn’t quite as bad as it used to be. Waking up in a cold bed alone, to get ready to go to work for a dead-end job.

Now I wake up in the warm embrace of my lover, his muscular arms wrapped around me. The familiar sight of his inked-up arms and the soft scratch of his facial hair against the soft skin between my shoulder and neck. I feel his strong body shift slightly and know my alarm has woken him up. I was too stuck in my head to truly enjoy his sleeping presence.

Feather-light kisses are pressed to my skin and a smile forms on my face.

“Good morning, sunshine.”

“Morning, love.”

Soft silence as we both try and force ourselves to truly wake up, to leave the oasis of our bed. I shift my body over and get a good look at my boyfriend’s face.

The nose I love oh-so-much is stuck firmly into my neck and his eyes scrunched shut to hide from the invading golden rays of sunlight.

“Come on baby we have to get up.”

“Five more minutes,” Danny mutters into your neck with kisses. The scratchiness from his beard is a wonderful contrast to his soft lips.

“Hmm, I don’t know. We have a busy day ahead of us, need the earliest start possible.”

“How about I convince you, Mrs. Ricciardo?”

“We are not married!”

“Yet.” His retort is soft and barely heard.

“What was that?”

“We are not married YET.” Daniel emphasizes while looking up, meeting your gaze for the first time this morning. His hair is all over the place, a hand instinctively going to tangle in with them. His honey brown eyes bore into your soul and pure happiness floods through your body. 

This is a sight you can wake up to every morning.

“I seem to be missing a couple of rings, Danny. We aren’t even engaged.”

“I can fix that.”

“You can but that means we have to get out of bed.”

Pause. He seems to be processing what you have said, a moment passes before he buries his face back into your neck.

“Who needs rings anyway? So outdated!”

“Daniel Joseph Ricciardo! You cannot propose to me in bed AND without a ring!”

“Fine no proposals, I’ll just have to show my devotion to you a different way.” Your boyfriend’s muscular frame moves down the bed, lips forging a path down your warm skin.

Yes you think, you could spend every morning like this. Fuck being a few minutes behind schedule.

[splatoongamefiles]

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I forget to tag things. often.

I'm intending to go and redo the tags on all my previous posts, so some of these tags are currently pretty empty

I'm canadian. i may spell things like "colour" instead of color

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Rip Type:

"#textures" textures of various objects and things

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other tags like "#Splatfest" or "#Tableturf" also exist

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rips of the character models are tagged "#characters", but character tags can be used for anything relating to the character

I often do full names, "#Frye Onaga", "#Marina Ida", "#Pearl Houzuki", "#Shiver Hohojiro", though until i get all my tags unified and checked through them again it would be good to check both

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General enemy names like "#salmonids", or "#jelletons"

Specific enemy names like "#Griller", or "#Octodisco"

band names, like "#chirpy chips"

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Probably the thing i forget to tag the most. I'll work on it

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"#posters", "#graffiti",

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[nicoline1998enilocin]

Caught in the moment

PAIRING | Boyfriend!Young!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 4.8K

SUMMARY | What was supposed to start as a relaxing morning for you and Tony has turned into your worst nightmare, making you unable to look your mother-in-law in the eyes for the foreseeable future. When she eventually pulls you aside to talk about what happened, you understand it's nothing to be worried about, and you can even look back at what happened with a smile on your face.

RATING | Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Established relationship, use of nicknames (Sunshine, Love/My Love), occasional use of Y/N.

ANGST | Light angst, lots of embarrassment, awkward moments during breakfast

SMUT | Dirty talk, light teasing, oral (M receiving), fingering, protected vaginal sex, cockwarming, sort of orgasm denial/getting caught during sex

A/N | This story is a rewritten version of the one posted this afternoon. I have decided to rewrite the story and take out the angst/swap it for more lighthearted moments to fit the story better.

A/N 2.0 | From the moment this idea popped into my head, I couldn't let it go, and I had to write it down! I want to thank @mrsbuckybarnes1917 for her help when I got stuck while writing. I also want to give my deepest gratitude and love to @ccbsrmsf1 for all the help, support, proofreading, and the photo because you have truly taken this to the next level! 💙

EVENTS Masterlist | @anyfandomfluffbingo | Getting Kicked Out Masterlist | @anyfandomkinkbingo | "Just a little more." Masterlist | @slumberpartybingo | Dare: Walk down the street naked

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | Photo: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist

Mornings with Tony have quickly become your favorite. From lazy cuddles to steamy make-out sessions, and from him feeding you breakfast in bed to you being his breakfast, you can never get enough of them. But this morning, you wish things had gone differently. It would have saved you the embarrassment of looking your mother-in-law in the eye after what had happened.

Today started very peacefully as he pulled you against his chest, the warmth of his skin feeling very comforting against yours. Both dressed in nothing but your underwear, making it so that you can feel him all over your body. From his chest against your back, his leg hooked over yours, his hand on your stomach as it's trailing upwards toward your breasts, and his lips on your neck. He's everywhere at once, and the feeling is intoxicating in the best way possible.

The softest moan escapes your lips as his hand kneads your breast, and your nipple hardens at the touch. Arousal pools in your panties as you let Tony take his time with you, soft groans tumbling from his lips as he sucks small hickies in the base of your neck as a visual representation of your shared love.

"Let's get you out of this, Sunshine," Tony says in his deep morning voice, and you let him take his time undressing you before taking off his boxer briefs, too. As you're splayed out before him, he takes a moment to admire your body and the ink adorning your skin as his fingertips run over them.

"I'm so fortunate to call you mine, Sunshine, and I can't wait to be buried inside you again," he tells you as his fingers glide through your folds, making you moan as you arch your back into his touch. He gathers some of your arousal before licking it off his fingers with a satisfied hum, only arousing you further.

"Taste like heaven, Sunshine; your pussy's the sweetest thing I've ever tasted in my life," he tells you as he crawls over you, his hard cock resting on your pussy as he leans in to capture your lips. With a slight, teasing grind, his tip gets caught on your clit, making you gasp, allowing him to slip his tongue into the warmth of your mouth.

It doesn't take long for Tony to have grabbed a condom and rolled it around his length, lining it up with your entrance before carefully sliding it in. He'll always be mindful of you and your comfort, not wanting to accidentally hurt you by going too fast.

"'s so big, Tony; feels so good inside me," you whisper in his ear as he's nuzzled into your neck, taking his sweet time to slide into you. There's no rush for either of you, and he plans on making every last second count, dragging your pleasure out for as long as possible.

"That's it, just a little more," he whispers as he slides in the rest of his cock, his balls making contact with your ass before you wrap your legs around his hips instinctively.

Savoring every soft moan and whimper tumbling from your lips as his veiny, delicious cock stretches your soft walls until his tip hits your sweet spot as he's buried inside you completely.

His lips capture yours just in time to catch the loud moan escaping, as you two need to be quiet so as not to bring any attention to yourselves. You're staying at Howard and Maria's house for a long weekend, and they're both light sleepers, so you don't want to wake them up with your antics in the morning.

"That's it, Sunshine, taking me so well, you feel perfect around my cock," he whispers as he sets a slow pace, the comforter sliding down his body more with each thrust until his entire ass is bared to the room, only your legs covered by the warm fabric.

With every slow drag of his cock in and out of you, your pleasure is building, your orgasm creeping closer and closer, and all you can think about is Tony and how perfect your babies would look, and you're not afraid of telling him just that.

"I want to have your babies, Tony, want you to pump me full of your cum and give me all your beautiful babies," you tell him as your nails drag over his back, leaving dark red scratches as your pleasure intensifies, his rapidly increasing thrusts only spurring you on more.

"Yeah? 's that what you want, Sunshine? Want me to breed you until you're fucking dripping with my cum and round with my babies? God, take my fucking-" is all he can say before the door swings open, and you hear a loud, high-pitched shriek - which turns out to be from Tony.

In a reflex, you look at the door, only to find Maria standing there with a laundry basket of clean clothes. You can't help but look at her with a shocked look in your eyes as you feel the embarrassment flooding your system while Tony pulls the comforter over his lap to cover himself up. He doesn't notice at the moment that you're left to fend for yourself, and you quickly grab his pillow to cover yourself, too, unable to look Maria or Tony in the eye after what just happened.

"Get out, Mom! Get out! Jesus, don't you know how to knock?!" Tony yells at her when she quickly leaves the room, shutting the door behind her after being too stunned to do anything. It's not every day she finds her son balls deep in his girlfriend, after all.

Embarrassment quickly makes its way through your body as tears gather in the corners of your eyes as you shut them tightly, wanting to curl into a ball as the ground opens up and swallows you whole. A deep blush spreads over Tony's face, neck, and chest as it slowly sinks in what has happened, but as soon as he looks at you, he can feel his heart break a little.

"Can I touch you, Sunshine?" he asks softly, and you nod in response, soft sniffles coming from the pillow you're clutching while you sit up, ready to let Tony pull you into his chest. His scent envelops you as his arms wrap around you, calming you down with his touch.

"I'm so sorry about what happened, Sunshine; I am. I really should talk with her about boundaries because this wasn't okay," he tells you calmly as he's trying to be strong for you. He's putting his feelings of embarrassment to the side as he's calming you down.

You shift so that you're wrapping your arms around him, too, the pillow you were clutching onto earlier now lying beside you. Your face is nuzzled into Tony's neck as the realization of what happened sinks in.

"Are you okay, Sunshine?" Tony asks, but you shrug before pulling away and looking at his face. The sad look on your features makes him feel horrible, and he gently kisses each of your cheeks before placing his hands on them, his thumbs rubbing over your cheekbones in a soothing motion.

"I can't believe Maria saw me naked - I mean... I was about to cum, for crying out loud! I can't believe she saw this; what will we do? What will she think of me, Tony?!" you spew out, the words coming out a mile a minute while you're gathering your thoughts.

"Hey, hey! It's okay, Sunshine. How about we take a shower first? That might calm you down a little further, and we can go from there," he offers, and you nod. A shower with Tony sounds perfect right about now; even though you've been horrendously robbed of your orgasm, you still get to enjoy the aftercare with him.

"Okay, c'mere, Sunshine," he says before standing by the bed and leaning down to grab your hand, bringing it to his mouth to kiss your knuckles. A flood of warmth spreads through your body, and he's trying his hardest to make you feel comfortable and to see the smile he loves so much adorning your facial features.

The moment Tony lets go of you to get the shower ready, you let out a soft whimper, not wanting to be away from your boyfriend for too long.

When you're standing by the bed, he pulls you against his chest, your back plastered against him as he wraps his arms around you, placing his large hands on your belly as he guides you to the bathroom. You let out a small sigh when you're there, but before you can step out of his hold, he leans down to attach his lips to the exposed flesh, sucking a small bruise where your shoulders meet your neck.

"Hmm," you hum in approval, and Tony can't help but smile.

"I'm so lucky to have you, Sunshine. You make me feel treasured and special, and you make me feel beautiful even on days when I don't feel that way. And most of all, you make me feel loved in a way I've never felt before, and I cannot thank you enough for that," Tony whispers in your ear, and you smile broadly at his words.

You turn in his hold before letting your hands glide into the hair on the nape of his neck, pulling him in for a sensual, loving, and deep kiss, in which you're both quickly lost. You two pull away only when you start to shiver from the cold air in the bathroom, and Tony gets ready to warm you up under the shower.

It doesn't take long for the hot steam to fill the shower, and when you're waiting for the water to be warm enough, you can't help but let a giggle escape when you finally notice the fact that Tony never took off the condom after everything that's gone down. With a deep red blush on his cheeks, he quickly removes it before throwing it in the trash, and all you can think about is how adorable he looks with the pink tint covering his creamy skin.

"It's okay, My Love, and you're such an adorable little thing when you're blushing; it makes you look like an angel," you whisper to him as you place a soft kiss on his cheek, the flesh feeling warm against your lips before he buries his face in your neck. You pull him closer, your hand gliding into the hair on the nape of his neck.

"Let's go into the shower, okay?" you ask him, and he reluctantly pulls away, not wanting to be away from your soft body for too long. Once the warm water descends on your body, Tony reaches for the sponge and shower gel, squirting a generous amount on it before kneeling and carefully cleaning your legs one at a time.

He takes his time with your body as if he's worshipping every single inch of you, paying a little extra attention to your butt as he's washing it. He smacks it playfully and kneads your cheeks gently, and you're reveling in every bit of attention he's giving. As he makes his way up your body, he places a generous amount of soft kisses on your spine, his hands squeezing the sponge over the front of your body to lather it up with the soapy goodness.

"I fucking love you, Sunshine, I love every single inch of this amazing body, and your heart, your soul, I love everything about you, and I'm truly a lucky man to be able to call you all mine," he whispers in your ear. Your eyes flutter shut at his touch on your breasts, your nipples perking at the feeling of his long, skilled fingers tugging and rolling gently, but just enough to have you feeling the right amount of pleasure.

Your back arches into his touch as a soft moan slips from your lips, and all you can think about is Tony and how good he's making you feel. He can make you feel like you're flying with the softest of whispers and fall apart with the lightest of touches. As if your body is an instrument he's learning to play daily, and you'll happily let him.

"That's it, Sunshine. You're doing so well for me right now - such a good girl for me," he whispers in your ear as he gently brings you down from the high he brought you to. He might not have given you an orgasm, but there are other ways in which he can leave you fully satisfied, and that's precisely what he did now.

"I love you so much, Tony, and I think it's about time we are going to face your Mom," you tell him after turning around. The two of you share a few more kisses under the warm water before he nods, though you both take your sweet time to change into something nice and casual to lounge around the house in.

You're opting for grey loungewear; whereas Tony chooses to go for a black and white outfit with a hoodie from the college you're both attending. Both of you finish your looks with your glasses, and now, it's time to go and face the reality of what happened earlier.

As you walk down the stairs, Tony interlaces his fingers with yours, squeezing softly to calm your nerves. What happened was embarrassing enough for him, but since you have seen your in-laws only three times before today, it is about ten times worse for you.

Unfortunately, you have to go through the dining room to get to the kitchen, and Howard and Maria are always sitting there in the morning as they're enjoying their breakfast together. Usually, this would be fine, but knowing what Maria saw earlier has made the situation much more difficult, and you're growing more scared to face her.

"T-Tony," you say with a shaky voice, squeezing his hand to get his attention. He stops at the bottom of the stairs while you're still on the first step, making you eye-level with one another. Your concern is visible on your face, and Tony feels terrible that you must go through this now.

"It's okay, Sunshine; I promise you that it's going to be okay," he whispers, though it's difficult for you to believe him. It's not that you don't want to believe him, but something inside you is yelling at you to turn around and make a run for it so that you don't have to face the situation you're about to walk into.

"I-I don't think I can go in there, Tony; she saw us having sex! I mean, how can I face her after that?!" you tell him, tears starting to well up again at the thought, and Tony's heart shatters at the sight of you being sad. You may have only been together for a few short months, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care about your feelings.

"Sunshine, can you please listen to me for a moment?" he asks gently, and you wipe your tears away before you nod.

"I know it will be awkward and embarrassing, but we must go through it. I know my Mom, and I promise it won't stay this way for long. I'll be there by your side the entire time, and everything is going to be okay, alright?" his hands are lying on your cheeks as his thumbs catch your tears before wiping them away.

Deep inside, you know he's right, and you'll get through this. You can overcome anything with Tony by your side; this will be no exception. With one last deep sigh and a reassuring kiss, you pick yourself back together and retake Tony's hand, ready to face what's on the other side of the door.

As you step in, there's nothing but an awkward silence, which is the complete opposite of Maria's usual morning chatter. Howard was reading his newspaper, but he quickly put that on the table as he took in what was happening. It's never this quiet in the mornings, and he knows something's up.

"What's going on here? You're all awfully quiet this morning," Howard asks with a quirked brow, but all he sees is that you are all turning a dark shade of red and avoiding each other's gazes.

"N-nothing!" Tony says before pulling you into the kitchen; he attempts to get you out of the awkwardness. When you're in there, you two look at each other and can't help but let out a nervous laugh, the realization of the situation slowly sinking in with the two of you. Tony pulls you into his arms, his lips pressing a soft kiss on your hairline, calming you down immensely.

"I love you, Tony, more than I can ever explain to you," you whisper before tilting your head and gently kissing his lips. When he lets you out of his hold, you're going to make a simple breakfast for the both of you.

Once your breakfast is ready, you allow yourself a few more moments to gather the courage to go in and face the situation head-on. As you walk into the dining room, you take your usual place, but you avoid Maria's gaze at all costs, and all you can do is assume she's doing the same.

"So, how did you two lovebirds sleep last night?" Howard asks, and all he gets in response is a mumbled 'Fine!' from Tony, who's seemingly very interested in his breakfast. His gaze doesn't leave his plate for even a moment, and you're looking everywhere, as long as you don't have to look at anyone directly.

"And do you two have anything planned for today, or will you stay with us for a change?" he tries again, but there's no response this time. The silence in the dining room was deafening, and Maria was the only one who dared to look at both of you, the discomfort visible on your face.

"Y/N? Shall we step outside for a moment? I think it's good if we talk for a moment," Maria offers, and you nod. You look at Tony, who gives you a reassuring smile, and with that, you walk out of the room, the feeling of tension in your body already much lighter than before. As you and Maria go to the living room, Howard decides to talk with his son to understand what happened.

"Tony, can you please tell me what's going on? Because it's obvious something happened, and I'm starting to get a little worried about the three of you. It's way too silent this morning, and I miss my usual morning chatter," Howard says with a small smile, and Tony nods, albeit slightly reluctant.

"This morning, Mom walked in on Sunshine and me having sex, and ever since then, things have been extremely awkward between us and Mom," he tells his Dad, and Howard can't help but chuckle at his words. It's not exactly funny, but he couldn't help but think about the conversations he had about Maria and this happening one day.

"Listen, Tony, I know what happened is embarrassing, but it's also nothing to be worried about. Your Mom and I have talked about this before, and it was only a matter of time before this was going to happen. All we can hope is that the two of you have learned from it and maybe lock the bedroom door from now on," Howard says with his eyebrows raised, and Tony knows his Dad is right.

"You're right, but that doesn't make it any less embarrassing that Mom saw us; I mean, who wants to be caught having sex?! But yeah, we're going to be more careful from now on, that's for sure," he says with a smile on his face, and with that, the air is cleared between the two of them.

In the meantime, you are having a heart-to-heart with Maria, which makes you realize you have nothing to worry about.

"C'mere, let's sit on the couch to get a bit more comfortable," she offers, and you nod, taking your place beside her. The nerves are still swirling around your body, but as soon as her first words leave her mouth, they all melt away.

"First off, I want to say I'm sorry for what happened this morning, but I also want to let you know it's okay. I mean, you two love each other, and that's very clear; it's normal for you two to have sex. I know it's embarrassing that I caught you two, but there's no need to be ashamed. I even told Howard the other day you're truly like a daughter to me, and to see Tony so happy fills my heart with excitement. You're important to him, and you're important to us, too," she tells you, and you can feel the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes at her sweet words.

"Thank you for that, Maria; it means a lot to hear you say that. Being away from my Mom is difficult, but you're like my bonus Mom, and I love you so much. I'm very grateful for everything you and Howard do for me, and I wouldn't want it any other way," you tell her, and now it's her turn to get teared up.

"I love you too, Y/N; now come here because I need a hug from my daughter," she tells you, and you smile broadly before leaning in and enveloping her in your arms. Knowing that Howard and Maria are there for you no matter what has your heart feeling full and your face hurts from how much you're smiling.

About fifteen minutes after his talk with Howard, Tony could hear the laughter coming from the living room, making him curious about what was happening. Tony gets up and walks into the living room, and he's greeted by the sight of you and Maria looking at his baby photos, making him blush deeply as he realizes what photos Maria is showing you.

"Look, My Love, it's you walking around naked!" you tell him with a big smile on your face, and he's relieved to see the sparkle in your eyes again, letting him know you're doing a whole lot better and the talk with Maria has helped you immensely. As you're holding up the photo where he's proudly showing off his tiny white butt to the camera with his diaper in his hand, he lets out an embarrassed groan, but he can't help but smile at the photo, too.

"When Tony was little, he had this tendency to pull off his diaper and just swing it around as he waddled everywhere with his cute butt showing. It didn't matter where we were; he constantly took it off!" Maria tells you, and Tony shakes his head with a smile.

"He still enjoys walking around naked nowadays; I guess some things never change!" you tell Maria, and you go into a massive fit of laughter, leaving Tony blushing profoundly and shaking his head in embarrassment. Although, he can see the bright side of the story, too.

"Do you two ladies have room for one more?" Tony asks, and you nod before getting up, allowing him to sit at the spot you just occupied before placing your butt on his lap. It's your favorite place to be seated, after all.

He wraps his arms around your waist; his hands clasped on your stomach as he looks over your shoulder at the photos in the album while Maria talks your ear off about every one of them. From family members you have never heard about to stories that get funnier the older Tony gets, you can not get enough of them.

"I hope our future babies look as cute as you, My Love. That would mean they're perfect," you tell Tony as you let yourself melt into his touch, and he somewhat agrees.

"You think I'm cute?" Tony asks with a quirked brow, and you nod happily, kissing his cheek softly.

"Yeah, you were back then, and you still are now," you tell him proudly, and he can feel the warmth flooding through his veins at your confession. He's filled with love right now and feels like a lucky man with you in his arms.

"Well, I secretly hope they look like you, Sunshine! Because if they do, it would mean we would have the most beautiful babies on the planet," he tells you, and you feel the warmth flowing through your body at the thought. If only you would know what your future has in store for the two of you.

The rest of the day goes by without a hitch, and when it's finally time for you and Tony to go to bed, you're hoping to have a do-over of the morning - though preferably without the interruption. As you step into the bedroom, you lock the door behind you, a mischievous grin on your face as you look at Tony.

"What do you think? Shall we finish what we started this morning? I believe we still owe each other an orgasm," you tell Tony as you strip off your clothes until you're entirely bare for him. In his enthusiasm and impatience to get to the bed, he almost trips over his pants on the way. Luckily, he catches himself before that happens, making you chuckle at the sight.

Tony gets seated with his back against the headboard, his legs slightly spread as you walk over to the foot of the bed. You take your time to get seated on the bed, placing kisses from his shins to his thighs, your hands massaging him everywhere except for where he needs you most.

"S-Sunshine, please, don't tease me," he growls, and you just wink at him before wrapping your hand around the base of his cock, and taking his tip into your mouth with a suckle. A soft moan escapes your throat at the taste of him, and his head falls against the headboard as the pleasure builds inside him.

"God, you have such a perfect mouth," he says, his hips rutting up as you suck more of him into your mouth, your hand pleasuring the rest of his cock. His hands are tightly holding the sheets as he's trying not to cum yet, which is proving more difficult than he thought.

"Hmmm, S-Sunshine, 'm close!" he tells you, and you let him go with a wet pop before sitting up and capturing his lips with yours. As your tongues mingle together, he can taste himself on your tongue, and it is one of the hottest things he's ever experienced with you.

When you were working your magic with your mouth, you were clenching around nothing but air from anticipation, arousal flooding your pussy constantly at the sweet sounds tumbling from Tony's lips. As a result, it doesn't take long for you to have reached for a condom and rolled it onto his length, ready to split you open just the way you like.

"Are you ready, My Love?" you ask, and he nods, his hands on your hips as you line him up with your entrance before sinking at a slow, almost teasing pace as you let yourself adjust to the stretch of him in your pussy. Your face is buried in his neck as you take inch after inch of him, and when he bottoms out, you let out a shared moan that has you gushing around his cock.

"You're so fucking big, I can never get enough of you or your cock! I love you so much, Tony; I can't wait to have a beautiful baby with you one day," you tell him as you roll your hips, trying to find a comfortable rhythm for the two of you. When you've found it, you're bouncing on his cock with a delicious pace that has him hitting your sweet spot each time, and the whimpers and moans coming from you are quickly becoming uncontrollable.

"Are you close, Sunshine? Is my girl about to cum?" he asks when your pace starts to falter slightly, and you nod before pulling his face to yours, capturing his lips with yours in a bruising kiss as Tony's fingers find your clit.

You moan into his mouth as your tongues dance passionately together, and it doesn't take long for you to fall apart on his cock, and for him to shoot his load into the latex wrapped around him, which he is now wishing wouldn't have been there.

He's been dreaming of having you bare ever since your first time together, but you couldn't be careful enough. When you've both come down from your highs, you keep the comfortable positions you're sitting in now, Tony still nestled deep inside your warmth.

"I love you, Sunshine," he tells you, and with a mumbled ''love you too'' you nuzzle your face into his neck, enjoying each other's closeness without exchanging a single word. Both your hearts are overflowing with love for each other, and you couldn't be happier than you are now, nestled in the arms of the man you'll be spending the rest of your life with.

[thefooljester]

hii hope youre doing well !! i was hoping to request something similar you did with brian with tim on what i’d be like dating tim pre and post MH. maybe here, reader was sucked into the whole MH thing by jay(if you ant to include this part, you don’t have to)

heyo :3 so i did something rather different with this one because 1) i believe tim would behave in a vastly different way since he's selfless and knows true mental torture and 2)... i didnt want to copy the previous list. i really hope that this is still enjoyable nonetheless!!! - - - - - -

dating tim before and after the events of marble hornets

features: timothy w. [masky only mentioned/implied]

reader: not specified

warnings: canon-typical violence [non graphic, mildly descriptive], mentions substance abuse, implied PTSD-related memory loss, angst + hurt

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Dating Tim before the events of Marble Hornets

Meeting:

First things first, Tim is an introverted guy who doesn’t really… approach people. He keeps to himself no matter what. He’s always been like that and it’s mostly his friends who drag him out to attend social outings.

So meeting him would be depended on some weird coincidence.

Maybe, by chance, you shared the same study session location – the darkest corner in the library of your college… and you both sort of arrive there at the same time, looking at each other in surprise because… “oh, someone else knows this spot, seems like it wasn’t so secretive after all. Now… this is awkward… do you want to take the desk… and I’ll just… go?”

Basically, you both had the same idea: flee from each other’s sight. But just when you turned away to walk in the opposite direction, the brunette next to you essentially did the same thing and… you looked at each other, chuckling awkwardly.

To hide your own mild embarrassment, you held out your dominant and introduced yourself with a smile before making an offer to share the desk – if one of you could organize another chair, that is.

Tim nodded sheepishly, breathing out a chuckle as he grasped your hand in his and shook it rather firmly, his throat dry as he told you his name as well, walking off to find some abandoned chair in this part of the library.

As a film student, sure, he got too see many people going about their day, but when he was alone, he felt so… out of place. Maybe it was the anxiety talking, maybe he was just naturally socially awkward but he couldn’t help but feel unease when he was interacting with people.

And you especially. Oh my God. He shouldn’t have come back. He… recognizes the stickers on your laptop – most of them anyway. So… you were a bit nerdy, too, right? Oh my God! He knows that game! And wow, you seem to really enjoy horrorcore, don’t you? He loves that stuff, too…

Was it creepy to stare at you so much?…What was he trying to study again? Rule of thirds? How to set up a shot? Ah… right. Right. Tim’s supposed to be organizing his notes… maybe writing a script… Brian asked for a rework of his lines… and…

“Nice shirt!” you cheered as you pointed at the print that referenced his favorite band after following his line of sight and noticing that he was eyeing your laptop.

Tim almost shot up from his chair and managed to slide his pen across half the page in his study journal, sighing as the ink pooled at the tips of his fingers due to exerting so much pressure onto the fine tool… and then he whipped his head towards you, brown eyes absolutely wide because… you were talking to him.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” you added, offering a supportive smile with a slightly tilted head.

“Don’t worry about it…”, he replied in a breathy voice, wiping his clammy hands on his pant leg, “Would it be awkward if I asked you for a piece of paper?”

Getting closer:

From then on, you seemed to meet each other everywhere. Or it’s always been that way and neither of you noticed each other all that much, too caught up in the madness of one’s everyday life instead. But you found out that you frequent the same coffee shop and passed by each other when one of your lectures was in the liberal arts department – that wasn’t so surprising… but, coincidentally, you would enter the lecture hall when Tim was just leaving his lecture on film language…

All in all, you were getting close fast since you were a constant feature in each other’s life… and slowly, you started planning meet-ups. You didn’t exchange numbers yet, fearing it would be awkward, but as soon as Tim’s friends caught onto the “Same time tomorrow?” - “You got it.” thing you two had going on, they were relentless in asking him about you.

And that’s how they… well. Kind of… forced his hand to ask you for your number.

That’s when you became friends.

You even shared the same messed up sleeping schedule, though yours was thankfully caused by… less severe problems. As Tim was a chronic insomniac, however, you knew that you could literally call or text him at any given moment… and you took advantage of that. Maybe… okay, you were seeking friends because you didn’t know anyone at college, having moved there from further away and Tim and you just got along so well. And the positive exchange you had with him encouraged you to get yourself out there just a little more, too, and talk to people who shared the same courses as you did. Everything was going great!

Even better when you started growing even closer. He was always there with you and you were always with him, too.

Dating:

Naturally, it surprised literally nobody when Tim announced that… you guys were dating. Seriously. His friends were so unimpressed by these news that they could barely muster an “okay”. You looked more surprised than them!

Tim took some time to properly ask you out. It’s been some time since he had a partner and that relationship fell apart due to his… problems. He didn’t want to go through the same thing with you, initially, which is why he remained friends with you until he felt like he couldn’t stand it anymore when the guys would tease him by being flirty with you.

He knew what they were doing and yet it still worked. Pathetic! Thank God you were clueless about their entire scheme!

He’s a private guy and has some walls around him, guarding him at all times. It may take him literal years to tear them down, but he’s willing to try for you. He’s terrified of being hurt, to be honest…

Nonetheless, he is actually excellent at reading you. It’s not like you were an open book. In a way, you were just like him… and that comforted him. He could take a glance at you and interpret your feelings most of the time.

And he’s so… cozy. Incredibly gentle and willing to improve to cater to your needs. Sometimes… he knows that he can be blunt… he’s paying attention to that when you’ve had a terrible week and just need him to embrace you and whisper sweet nothings to you – he vaguely describes how you’re the light that’d been absent from his life, that he wants to grow old with you, that he enjoys talking to you, that he imagines meeting your parents and so on…

He feels like you share a bond like no other. Still… he keeps one big secret from you: His substance abuse and the Operator. He already thinks that he’s putting you in danger by being with you… and he lowkey hates himself for it. Whenever he’s feeling like he’s seeing “him” more and more, he pushes you away on purpose.

Tim genuinely believes that he's a burden and would rather forget about his feelings than to deal with them adequately… he can’t talk about his mental health issues openly. Hates being looked at with pity… because he’s already dealt with an abundance of self-pity.

No, for and with you, he wants to suppress this. He wants to be happy with you, he wants to make memories that last and, most importantly, he wants to completely fall for you in the most sincere way possible. No demons are to sour this moment.

However… once he starts getting really sick and really delusional, Tim will start viewing himself as a potential hazard. He often wakes up in a cold sweat, having reoccurring nightmares about the other guy – the him that’s not really him – paint the walls with your blood. Pictures of you flash into his mind constantly and he’s forced to watch you be broken and beaten by his own hands… only being able to watch the horror and incapable of moving a single muscle.

Realistically, I think that, as soon as Masky starts manifesting and showing signs of being incredibly prone to violence… Tim will break up with you.

You’d be shocked to hear him say such a horrible thing, claims that dare say that he’s never loved you and that he just wanted himself a bit of fun… he knows it’s untrue, but he genuinely wants to make you hate him for your own safety. You shouldn’t ever look for him, you shouldn’t have ever let him hold you like a lover and kiss you like the wind. He will… he will ruin that memory if he decides to stay with you. The other him will only hurt you in the long run. Better to end it now than to nurture your bond.

You’d go to everyone who’s known him since he’s broken up with you because he simply vanished from your life… he changed his number (did he?...Or is he ignoring you?), he moved (you think… his room is vacant these days)… and he dropped out of college (meaning that he never showed up ever again)… but the others are gone, just like him.

You were… heartbroken, but you weren’t stupid.

You will find him… or die trying. He owes you an explanation for this… nonsense!

In Tim’s opinion, avoiding you is harder… than he expected. He often hovers over your contact information, almost desperate to call you… but he can’t. He’s a murderer. Well, not him – well, kind of. The other guy… who is him. But also isn’t. Anyhow, he needs to cut you off for good. You don’t deserve… this misery on your hands. You deserve freedom… and you deserve the life he’d wished to give you.

Meeting Tim after the events of Marble Hornets His POV

"Sorry, but is this seat taken?"

Tim's brown eyes darted over to his side, slightly on edge upon being spoken to so directly... that doesn't usually happen... but maybe that's just the paranoia talking.

Nodding his head, he gestured towards the empty chair across from him as he tried to focus on something other than his clammy hands. Going in public had always been a bit of a challenge, but ever since... that fucking horrible mess of "Marble Hornets" occurred, the former film student turned professional disappointment was pretty much agoraphobic. But he had to challenge himself on some days and see the world when it didn't involve his workplace...

You seemed so familiar. And you gasped when you met his eyes… you were probably scared… as you should be. Good instincts, he’d give you that. He glanced over at you, hands shaking beneath the table, so much so that he didn't even dare to lift the double espresso up to his lips.

He recognized the college you attended - you know, you shouldn't have such an obvious sticker on your laptop. It'd literally be so easy to find you. And hey, that’s a good band! You didn't even look back up at him, checking your phone instead. You seemed shaken.

Oh good God, have you seen right through him? Was Tim just merely watching this unfold through the lens of Masky's eyes?

Or maybe you were working with and/ or for the Operator who'd be desperate to get him back. But he won't ever get back! If Masky truly wasn't in charge right now and the throbbing at the back of his head was just an anxiety-induced migraine, then Tim would have to fight! He hasn't done that in years, did he even know how to do that properly?

Still, you were… so familiar. He felt… himself yearning for you. Wow.

You smiled wryly at him before waving at him gently, probably thinking to yourself how a grown-ass man can be this pathetic. Were you tearing up?

“Tim, don’t you recognize me?”

[4law]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 !

pairings : donquixote rosinante, bellamy, kirishima eijiro, ippo makunouchi, trafalgar law x reader

info : 3,000 word count. pure fluff + sfw. reblogs are appreciated! apologies for the mixed fandoms :’)

completed requests : one & two. thank you <3

𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐎𝐍 / 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄 :

he lets you practice eyeliner on him.

content : soft cora, mention of him catching fire ?

you’re seated comfortably on corazon’s lap, thighs straddling his own as you hold your eyeliner between your teeth, hands cupping his cheeks to map out the look you’re picturing on him.

“you’re so pretty, cora,” you murmur, thumbs gently rubbing against his skin. his eyes widen slightly, a faint blush rising to his face. “….pretty? me?” his voice is laced with surprise.

after all, no matter how many times you remind him, there’s not a single chance he’ll ever get used to it. he gives you the same little reaction each time it comes up, shocked eyes staring into yours with a subtle pink dusting his cheeks.

“yes, you.” you nod in response, hand holding his face gently as you bring your other to his eyes. “close your eyes though.”

his eyes flutter shut with a gentle hum, allowing you to glide the liner across his lid as you pictured in your head.

he doesn’t flinch from the feeling of the ink. instead, he finds himself leaning into your touch. he likes how soft your hands are against his skin, and he likes the gentle way you do his makeup. in fact, corazon thinks he should ask you to do this more often.

the sound of your voice catches his attention again. “your skin is so clear too,” you say to yourself. “i wonder how though, with all the smoke it gets caught up in. you’re always so clumsy..”

a soft chuckle slips out in response, his lips tugging into a warm grin— a genuine one that he only shows around you.

now that he thinks about it, it wouldn’t be bad to be lectured by the love of his life— but only because he’s so addicted to the sound of you. in fact, maybe he loves that he’s so clumsy.

if it makes you laugh and grab his hand to tug him along, reminding him for the third time that day to be careful, then he’s perfectly fine with catching fire more often than he already does.

it’d be fine as long as it meant he could be close to you like this and hear your angelic voice again and again. he’d never grow tired of listening to you.

“i’m finished,” you beam, both hands cupping his face excitedly to you gaze at your work. he’s so pretty— just about any graphic liner you could imagine would look good on him.

“well—how do i look?” his fingers come up to flash a cheesy peace sign as his smile widens. “still pretty to you?”

he doesn’t know exactly what he was expecting when he asked a question he already knew the answer too, but cora easily melts into your touch as you let your fingertips gently trace down his cheeks before humming in reply.

“mhm. always pretty.”

he sucks in a breath, heat immediately returning to his cheeks. even if you’re the one calling him pretty, corazon thinks you’re the most beautiful to him. the way you are now, smiling and looking at him like he’s everything to you— he couldn’t ask for anything more.

“come here,” he smiles, “it’s my turn to do yours.”

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐘

he wants you to be the one to tend to his injuries, and is willing to be very a little soft if it makes you happy.

content : flustered (and slightly vulnerable / insecure) bellamy, cuddling + sleeping !

“bellamy?”

the sweet sound of your voice catches his attention in a split second, pulling him out of his trance. you’re seated in front of him on the floor, face filled with worry as you get a closer look at his bandaged body.

“ah— your bandaid is coming off! let me help.”

bellamy jerks his head to the side, mentally cursing at himself for the way heat immediately rushes to his head at the sight of you caring so much. he definitely didn’t plan on looking so soft in front of you right off the bat. in fact, why are you so worried about the bandaid on his forehead anyways? it’s nothing you need to worry about.

“stay still, okay?” you coo, softly giggling when you catch a glimpse of the red dusting the tips of his ears. he grinds his teeth to fight the furious blush overtaking him, but freezes when you lean forward, even closer to him.

bellamy can feel his breath hitch in his throat when your thumbs slowly slide over the edges of his bandaid, sticking it back onto his forehead. “there. you’re all better now,” you say with a smile. “that didn’t hurt, did it?”

he really loves you because you’re like this. you’re always gentle with him, fingertips barely ghosting over his wide chest, looking up at him with so much concern in your eyes. is he really worth worrying over? he doesn’t want to make you sad like this. he’ll be fine. in fact, he wants to be the one taking care of you.

your eyes widen when you see the corners of his lips tug into a comedic pout, a face you never dreamed bellamy could even make. it’s because he doesn’t know what to do, or where to start. how did he end up with such a beautiful person tending to his injuries like this? what did he do to deserve it in the first place?

“are you embarrassed, bellamy?” you giggle, and he clicks his tongue loudly.

“no— you can go home now!” his voice is the same as always, not a hint of venom laced in his words, and the deepening flush of red across his cheeks only makes him that much cuter.

you gently cup his cheeks again with your smaller hands, smiling when he averts eye contact in attempt to dissipate the overbearing blush on his face. “i’m happy you’re okay,” you say.

“i— i don’t need your concern,” he grunts, eyebrows furrowing deeply as he glares at the floor beside you.

his eyes flicker back to yours when he notices the way your figure slumps a little, happy expression flattering for a second as you look at him. “hey…bellamy?”

he responds with a simple grunt, eyes focused on you. did he make you sad?

“‘s it okay if you hold me tonight?”

your voice comes out a little shakier than you expected, not like your usual self. you must have been really worried, he thinks, and his heart swells at the thought that the first thing you’d want is to be cuddled by a brute.

he clicks his tongue loudly, a stark contrast to the gentle way he pulls you into his chest, big arms wrapping around your body as he holds you flat against himself. “don’t say anything.”

“just…go to sleep already.”

the furious blush he thought faded rushes back to his face when you look up at him with a huge smile, your arms trying to wrap around as much as him as you can before nestling your head in his chest. “i love you, bellamy. im really glad you’re okay.”

“you shouldn’t get into such scary situations anymore.”

his embrace around you tightens slightly. he doesn’t want to worry you anymore. bellamy was sure of it— he wants to see that smile of yours more often. he wants to be the one taking care of you instead, and he was planning on making you smile like that for him more often.

“i won’t.” he responds flatly, but he truly means it from the bottom of his heart.

𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈��𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎

he’s happy to spend time with you, even when you’re having a bad day and might not be the best company.

content : upset reader, kiri good at comfort, cuddles

“kiri, i’m in a bad mood.”

it comes out harsher than you had expected, but a warning nevertheless— a single sentence implying that he should leave before you accidentally hurt his feelings and feel even worse, but his smile doesn’t falter in the slightest. “that much is clear,” he says with a light chuckle, “you okay if i stay here though?”

you hug your legs closer to your body. “why would you wanna sit here when i’m mad?”

he looks at you the same way he always does, eyes only holding love in them, not a trace of any other emotion, as soon as they lock with yours. his gaze shifts to the side as he hums slowly, as if you’ve just asked him the weirdest question he’s ever heard. “well…today’s our date night, isn’t it? we’re supposed to do something fun.”

“you’re not gonna have fun next to me today,” you mutter under your breath. you feel bad, to say the least, bringing down the mood when your boyfriend seems to be so cheerful, but you can’t really help it. that’s why you told him you were in a bad mood after all.

he doesn’t respond to this, eagerly waiting for you to respond to his earlier question. with a grumble, you finally look at him.

“fine— you can stay.”

it doesn’t even take him a second for his lips to tug into a warm smile, pulling you up onto his lap as you squeal in response. his strong arms are wrapped snugly around your waist, gently rocking you side to side on the bed. “w-what are you doing?” you stammer.

he looks so happy, like he’s been waiting to be close to you like this for the entire day. “spending time with the love of my life,” he responds easily, head tucked into the crook of your neck as he sighs into it. “it’s not so bad, isn’t it?”

he knows you too well, and doesn’t miss the way you’re practically melting into his touch. on another day, you’d be the one to regularly initiate something like this, running up to him and hugging him with all your might.

that’s why he knows he can help you. he can lift your mood a little, and he’s overjoyed at that fact alone. he’s a pro-hero after all, it’s his job— but it doesn’t feel anything like a job, especially when it comes to helping you. it’s natural. it comes easily.

“you comfy?” he asks, smiling at the way your face is smooshed against his chest.

“‘m comfy.”

your voice is slightly muffled with the way you’re talking into his shirt, but he tightens his embrace around your figure anyways. “okay, that’s good.”

his mood never seems to be ruined by your own, you’ve noticed. kirishima has such a gentle heart, but you’ve never seen his smile falter when you’re upset. even when you have a rough day and don’t have the energy to return his warm embraces, he’ll hug you with a huge grin across his face anyways.

“why’re you so happy to be here?” you wonder aloud. “and i thought you were gonna go to the gym with bakugo.”

he hums in response before a nervous chuckle escapes his lips. “ah well— if i’m being honest, i missed you. it’s okay that you’re busy. i just wanted to do something for you.”

he averts his gaze to the side, rubbing circles into your back. and when you don’t respond, he continues. “i told bakugo that i was gonna stay with you tonight. i thought maybe i could cheer you up a bit, you know? you’ve been stressed.”

you pull back from his embrace to look at him, your lips slightly parted in surprise. “kiri— that’s really sweet..”

his grin widens just a bit, a gentle blush rising to his cheeks as he quickly shakes his head. “nah, i like being with you.”

“even if you’re mad,” he adds.

kirishima’s body seems to relax further into the mattress when you finally return his embrace, melting into him as he gentle rubs your back. “i love you, eiji.” you say with a smile.

“yeah? i love you even more.”

𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈

he looks forward to your cheers at every boxing match.

content : reader is called his cheerleader

ippo’s eyes desperately scan the crowd as he enters the ring. it doesn’t take him long to notice that you’re not in your usual spot, the top left of his side of the ring. he looks around the audience, loud cheers drowned out by his urgency to just have one glimpse of you.

where were you?

he isn’t used to fighting without you cheering him on. it’s your smile and support that prepares him best for his matches— he just wants to see you jumping up and down when he gets a good hit in. it’s not the same without you, the audience doesn’t feel as warm.

the barely audible call of his name doesn’t go unnoticed by the nervous boxer. he cranks his head to the right in one swift movement, eyes squinting until he finally sees you. you’re definitely not in your normal spot, but you’re standing closer to him, a lot closer to the ring.

the way his eyes brighten at the sight of you is adorable, you think. he lets out a deep breath that he didn’t even know he was holding, looking up at you with a cheery grin.

“i’ll win!” he mouths to you, hand coming up to nervously scratch the back of his head when you give him a little thumbs up in response. you’re always excited to watch him, well aware that ippo hasn’t lost a single match since you’ve started attending them.

he’s not quite sure if it’s because of the way he wants to make you happy by winning, or the way he absolutely does not want to see the worried look on your face if he loses, but regardless, he’s just happy you’re here. the reason isn’t worth him thinking about— you just happened to be his love and his favorite cheerleader at the same time.

and now that you’re up close, with such a clear view of his match, he was gonna do better than ever.

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐖

he lets you take care of him when he’s sick.

content : stubborn law, kiss to his temple

“uh oh. is your fever rising?”

your fearsome captain shakes his head violently— as violently as one can with a fever of 104°F. his body nervously freezes in place when you narrow your eyes at him.

“i’m gonna check your temperature.”

“you don’t have to do that!” he retorts, immediately followed by a loud set of coughs.

his jaw is clenched when you place a cold hand on his forehead, scooting closer towards him to get a better feel for his temperature. “it’s hot, but i have no idea what your temperature is,” you admit with a small laugh.

“why aren’t you using a thermometer?” he sighs, pressing the back of his hand against his own forehead to check. doctor or not, he’s not sure if the sudden rise in temperature is because of his fever, or if it’s because you’re so damn close to him.

“law! raise your arm!”

he lifts his arm with an angry scowl, unknowingly giving you a perfect view of his muscles as you take his temperature. he’s sweating through his tank top, cloth sticking tightly to his chest as he breathed heavily.

“this position is embarrassing,” he grunts, eyeing the way you’re holding the thermometer in his armpit with pure disdain, but you ignore him anyways.

“i knew it. you have a pretty high fever, captain.”

“i could already tell!” he retorts, placing the thermometer on the table beside him. your curious hum catches his attention again. “captain?”

“what is it now?”

you press a gentle kiss into his temple, laughing at the noise of surprise he chokes out. “just a feel better kiss!” you assure him, eyes locked on the deepening blush across his face that he’s desperately fighting.

“stop that!” law flips over dramatically, blanket tossed over himself to cover the flushed tips of ears. you were going to be the death of him, he thinks. he’s a doctor, he doesn’t need you— of all people, to check his temperature.

he’s scowling under the sheets, unsure if he’s mad at the dry feeling in his throat or the persistent butterflies fluttering wildly in his stomach. lucky for him, he doesn’t have time to think about it anyways, because the sudden dip of his mattress grabs his attention once again.

law quickly flips back around, only to find you uncomfortably seated on the wooden floor, resting your head on his bed as your eyes flutter shut for a quick nap.

“hey— hey. listen.” he says, hand coming to tap your shoulder, but he decides pulls it back before he touches you— he doesn’t want to get you sick after all. he wants to keep you healthy, even if he can clearly tell that you don’t give a damn about that right now. “you can’t sleep there. it’s not comfortable.”

you open an eye, cheek still resting on the plush mattress. “huh? are you inviting me to sleep with you?”

“no, i’m sick— you have to stay away! why are you even here without a mask?”

“i wanna stay. i love you, law,” you say with a smile, giggling at the way he flushes even further.

“you never listen to me. you’re going to get sick,” he grunts angrily, but the gentle hand coming to rest on top of yours says otherwise.

with a sigh, he slumps back against his pillows in defeat. “go to sleep already.” his eyes close, finally deciding to get some well deserved rest.

unfortunately for him— it’s eerily quiet, and he grows uncomfortable with your silence quickly. deciding to open an eye to take a quick glance at you, regret fills his mind immediately, face bursting into yet another blush when he sees you.

your head is gently rested on top of his tattooed hand, innocently peering up at him through your lashes as you give him a small smile.

“don’t make that face!”

you don’t even have a chance to reply before part of his blanket is thrown across your face.

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Murder Daddy Kinktober 2023 Day 11 Boss/Employee Max Phillips x Reader

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Working for Max Phillips is easily one of the best, and worst jobs you’ve ever had. The hours are long, the work thankless, but you’ve achieved more in the last six months than in any other job. And the salary is more money than you’ve ever earned.

The only thing you don’t like about working at Bleeding Ink is the party culture. Everyone else in the office loves to go out and get hammered, Max included, and it just isn’t your scene. Never has been, and you doubt ever will.

But this weekend is different, it’s Halloween and you are willing to make an exception for your favourite holiday of the year. You put your hair into a simple up-do, apply a little lip gloss, and step into your white tennis shoes before checking yourself out in the mirror.

Your dark jean shorts, green apron, and white t-shirt with the Merlotte’s logo screen printed over your heart.  You smile at yourself in the reflection once more before grabbing your purse and heading to the bar. You try to ignore the excited energy building in your gut at the thought of seeing Max out of hours.

~*~

Max watches you from a booth in the back, all night he’s been paralysed by how much skin you have on show. He can barely keep his fangs in his mouth, they keep extending of their own accord, like a teenager popping a boner just at the sight of you. He’s furious with himself, he prides himself on his restraint, he hasn’t fucked you in the six months you’ve worked for him. He takes that as a personal achievement, especially with how close the two of you work.

“Get it together asshole.”

He grumbles under his breath as he runs his palms over his face. He’s dressed in a black suit, with black trousers and a red tie. He wants to be out on the dance floor, where you’re currently grinding against Lisa from accounts. He watches with reverence at the way your body moves to the rhythm of the song playing as you knock back another shot.

What he sees next sends him over the edge.

~*~

“I said no.”

You try to shove the stranger away as he tries to shove his hand down the front of your shorts as his lips suck aggressively over your pulse point. Lisa has disappeared into the crowd and suddenly you don’t recognise anyone around you. You’ve only had a couple of drinks, but you suddenly feel incredibly vulnerable.

“Don’t be such a bitch.”

The stranger grabs both your wrists and starts to drag you towards the toilets at the back of the bar. You don’t hesitate to act as you plant your feet before yanking him back towards you, eyelashes fluttering up at him as you dart your tongue out over your bottom lip. The sudden compliance makes the douchebag pause just long enough so you can aim your kick just right.

He drops like a sack of shit, howling out as he holds his bruised manhood. You feel the adrenaline spike in your blood stream as you try and back away, terrified of what will happen when he gets back up.

You turn and run face first into another male body but before you can so much as start to apologise your eyes go wide. It’s Max. You almost groan at the way his broad hands hold you steady, the way his fingers press into the flesh of your biceps. But you swallow it down, pretending like you weren’t thinking about how nicely those fingers would feel pressed elsewhere.

“You ok there, sweetheart?”

His voice washes over you, calming you instantly as you throw your arms around him. You’ve not so much as bumped fists with Max since you started working for him, you’ve tried to keep your feelings at bay. Living by the motto of don’t shit where you eat even if you have it down bad for your cocky playboy of a boss.

“Yeah, can you walk me home?”

You ask as you glance warily at the man still cradling his crotch, you know he’s not going to be happy once he can stand again. You also don’t feel like staying out anymore, the whole incident souring the night completely.

“I’ll do one better, I’ll drive you.”

Max offers his arm to you, and you loop yours through it without hesitation, you weave through the throngs of party goers. Once outside you realise how cold it's gotten and start to shiver as you make it to the parking lot.

“Here.”

Max says as he drapes his suit jacket over your shoulders. You slip into it gratefully and flash him a nervous smile.

“Thanks, and I’m sorry you had to leave the party.”

“It’s ok, I wasn’t really feeling it anyway.”

Max shrugs and you narrow your eyes at him as you reach his black Audi. He opens the door for you, and you get in with the grace of a wounded gazelle, falling into the expensive leather seat with a huff as you wait for Max to get into the driver’s seat.

As the door shuts behind him you feel the atmosphere change. Max tenses in his seat, hands gripping the steering wheel as he tries his best to fight the urge to pull you onto his lap and have you.

“Max,” You start, placing a hand on his forearm as you turn in your seat to look at him, “You ok?”

“Fine, just, fuck, you looked really good tonight and seeing that asshole ruin the party for you, to see him touch you like that. It got under my skin.”

“Hey, it’s ok,” You rub your thumb over his wrist as you try and placate him, “You know I’m not much of a party gal.”

“I know, but I just wanted you to have fun tonight, I was really looking forward to seeing you.”

Max winces as he realises what he said, turning to look at you with a pained grimace on his face.

“Max Phillips, the boss who can barely look at me when I work in the room next door, wanted to see me? Now that I don’t buy.”  

You tease as you narrow your eyes at him, trying to figure out his angle.

“It’s complicated, I’m your boss, I didn’t want to be that guy.” Max shrugs as he finally turns to face you, his dark eyes sombre as he tries to keep them fixed on your face, he can’t risk letting his eyes trail down your body right now. It’s already torture enough that he can hear your heartbeat amping up with each passing moment. It’s taking every shred of will power not to just eat you alive. Literally.

“I mean I’ve seen you fuck Ashleigh from HR on your lunch breaks, heard her too.”

You shrug and the look of horror on his face is almost comical. You’d laugh if you didn’t feel a pant of shame for revealing that titbit right now.

“Fuck.”

Max finally releases the steering wheel and jams the heels of his palms into his eyes.

“Hey, Max?”

You say softly as you place your hand high up on his thigh, you can see the bulge in his suit trousers and you’re done being subtle.

“What?”

“Do you want to fuck me in your car?”

Max peels his hands away from his eyes and looks at you with something between shock and excitement. Then you see it, as he opens his mouth to answer you, the sheen of curved fangs slide out from his gum line.

I fucking knew it.

“I don’t think-!” Max starts but you cut him off, a devilish smile spread across your lips.

“Do you know who I’m dressed as Max?”

You know he does.

“Sookie Stackhouse, from the Southern Vampire Mysteries, of course I do.”

“Why do you think I’m dressed like her?”

“Because you have excellent taste in smutty literature?”

He still hasn’t noticed his fangs are out, yet his speech isn’t altered at all, which you feel is pretty impressive judging by the size of them.

“Oh Maxie, as much as that’s true it’s not that,” You smirk at him as you climb over the centre console, “Your fangs are out.”

You settle on his lap as he freezes beneath you, you trace your fingertip over the curve of each fang, slowly, before leaning in to place a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. You close your eyes for a moment and inhale his musky cologne as you brace your hands on his shoulders.

“How long have you known?”

“Since I walked in on you hiding a fucking IV bag full of blood in your desk drawer, like, on my first day.”

“Fuuuuuck.”

Max groans as he balls his fists at his sides, not daring to touch you, he’s starving and so horny he doesn’t think he could control himself if he let go right now.

“Max, if I’ve gotten you all wrong,” You breathe against his lips as you press down against his erect cock, “I’ll get up off your lap right now, let you drive me home, and we won’t speak of this ever again.”

“But why?”

Max’s question pulls you out of your lusty-haze and you lean back, looking down now into something you never thought you’d see. Max Phillips, looking vulnerable.

“Why what?”

“Why do you still want me?”

“Because Maxie, in the six months I’ve worked for you, I’ve not once felt like you would hurt me, even knowing your secret. If you wanted to hurt me, you’d have done it already.”

There’s a flash of realisation that illuminates Max’s dark eyes. It’s quickly replaced with a darkness that makes your spine tingle.

“I’m taking you home, no way is our first time going to be in my fucking car.”

You smile in triumph as you try to move back into the passenger seat. But a firm hand on your hip pins you in place.

“I didn’t say you could move.”

Your eyes go wide as you see Max look up at you with a look that just screams “try me”.

Max starts the engine, leaning around you before pulling you closer as he backs out of the lot. Your head falls to his shoulder and you smile to yourself as you feel him move under you. With every turn of the steering wheel and shift in gear you can feel his body shift under you, his hard cock pressing against your core. None of it is deliberately sexual, but being pinned so tightly to him makes your cunt throb with every movement. You pant and whine at every turn, baring your neck to him wherever you can.

By the time you arrive at your apartment you can’t keep your hands off one another. You storm through to your bedroom and let Max throw you down on the bed. You’re still in your costume with Max’ suit jacket over your shoulders.

“So, dressed like a fang banger to get my attention huh?”

Max taunts you as he undresses himself slowly, revealing a scarred but beautiful tapestry of tan skin and tight muscles.

“And what were you dressed as? Yourself?”

You give him a roll of your eyes as he snorts at you, as if you’re the one being ridiculous.

“I’m dressed as a hitman, you know from the video games?”

“And it’s just a coincidence you could literally just wear whatever you had in your wardrobe?”

“Fuck you’re bratty. Where’s this attitude in the office? Would make work so much more fun.”

“Because, unlike you, I can pretend to be professional for eight hours a day, unlike Mr fucked-Ashleigh from accounting over his desk last week-Phillips.”

“Fuck me, do you see everything in that office?”

“I’m head of IT and cybersecurity Max, I know everything, including the fact that you haven’t changed your password from Bl00dLuvver2012 since, well, twenty-twelve.”

“You’re insufferable.”

You chuckle under him as you pull your t-shirt over your head and reveal the white lace bra you put on especially for him. His eyes go wide and his mouth hangs open at the sight.

“You need to take your sticky note off your monitor, I also know your social security number and your home address. How have you survived this long Max?”

His eyes narrow at this and you watch as his demeanour changes at your incessant needling. You don’t see clearly what happens next, as Max’ movements are a blur. Your shorts fly to the other side of the room and suddenly he’s naked on top of you, pinning your arms above your head as his naked cock rubs teasingly against your lace-covered cunt.

“By shutting up nosy little brats that get too close to the truth.”

His voice is lower, darker as his lips hover over yours, fangs so close to your bottom lip as you whimper. Arousal floods through you and you can feel the slick between your legs, soaking the lacy thong as Max grinds down into you.

“Go on then, shut me up.”

You arch your back, pushing your breasts forward as you tenderly run your tongue over his right fang. The way Max shudders over you, combined with the breathy grunt that escapes his lips, tells you to do it again. So, you do, moving to the other one, tracking the curve up to his top lip before pulling him in to a soft, tender kiss.

Max forces his tongue into your mouth, claiming it as he pulls your panties to the side, transferring your pinned wrists to just one of his broad hands. A thick finger glides through your folds, smearing your slick all over your clit as he hums in approval. He pulls away from your lips to look down, marvelling at the sight of your glistening cunt as he toys with you.

“You going to let me fuck this tight little hole? Let your sleazy vampire boss ruin you?”

“Max please.”

“Please what? Tell me what you want and remember your manners.”

Max looks down at you with a face like thunder, betrayed only by the way his lips curve up into a devilish grin as he sinks a finger into you. You whine as the thick digit presses deep inside you with ease. If you weren’t so wrapped up in the moment, you’d be a little shy about just how wet he’s made you before even touching you properly.

“Want you to fuck me, need your dick inside me. Sir.”

Max kisses you again as he lifts you up by your waist with his free hand, angling you just right so his cock notches at your core. His mouth is ravenous, tongue crushing against your own as he lets go of your wrists, moving his other hand to grip your hip.

“Good fucking girl.”

He punctuates the statement with a snap of his hips. You cry out in a strangled wail as he fills you up completely. His dick is fucking perfect. He’s snug inside you as he just stops shy of your cervix, letting you get used to the intrusion as he nips at your jaw, leaving tiny red marks on your skin as he moves up to your neck.

“Touch yourself.”

He growls and you comply, almost without thought as you drop a hand to your clit, rubbing tight circles around the swollen bud. Your other hand trails up Max’ muscular back, nails scraping along his firm skin and he hisses in your ear as his dick twitches inside you.

“Careful there, get me too riled up and I might just bite you.”

It’s a gentle scolding with a very serious warning behind it but you don’t care.

“What if that’s what I want Max? What if I want you to fuck me and feed on me?” You whisper against the shell of his ear as your hand reaches the crown of his head. You hum contentedly as you feel him seize up, his entire body going rigid.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop, I meant it when I said I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” You breathe as you pull hard on Max’ short hair, “I trust you Max, with my life. Bite me.”

The only response you get is Max pulling almost all the way out of you before thrusting in so hard you see stars. He’s unrelenting as he fucks you, pleasure rocks through you as you continue to rub your clit as every snap of his hips has soft mewls and whines slipping past your lips. Max leaves open mouthed, sloppy kisses over your pulse point and you know you’re not going to last long at this rate.

As you’re about to come you feel it, the sharp scratch of his fangs as they plunge into your flesh. It’s everything you ever imagined, pain like nothing you’ve ever known. It’s like being spanked hard, yes, it hurts, but the pleasure that floods you engulfs the pain, morphing it into an acute burn of pleasure that sears through your body.

You come around his cock as you feel him feed from your neck, his thrusts don’t falter as you choke his cock, if anything fucking down into you harder than before. His thrusts get harder, faster, somehow deeper as your vision begins to blur. You’re so lost in the pleasure of it all that you don’t even think about the fact he’s been feeding for too long.

You’re lost in the firm cocoon of Max’s entire existence. His lips on your skin, his fangs in your neck, dick buried inside you. You could die here, and you wouldn’t even be mad about it.

“Woah, hey, stay with me,” He mutters your name so sweetly you writhe as you feel wet lips on your ear, “That was dangerous of you, next time you feel like things are slipping away you tell me yeah?”

Max’ voice is thick with desire but the fear spliced into his tone makes you blink a few times, it grounds you as you look up to see Max’ brow crinkled with worry. You smirk up at him almost drunkenly as you lean up to lick the blood from the corner of his mouth. Your blood.

“Yes boss.”

Max makes a noise like he’s sighing, though you know that’s physically impossible, but it only makes you smile harder. His fangs retract into his mouth, and you smile at the restraint he’s showing.

“You got another few in there for me baby?” The pet name makes you clench around him and you nod enthusiastically.

“Good, because I can go all night.” He says with a cocky grin and you laugh as you shake your head incredulously at him.

“You’re so fucking cheesy.” You swat his shoulder and he responds by capturing your lips with his, your blood lingering on his tongue as you meet his enthusiasm. He fucks down into you hard and you can feel another orgasm reaching its peak.

~*~

Cheesy or not, Max Phillips is anything but a liar. By the time your bodies still, the sun is coming up and you fall back against the sheets, freshly showered and wearing one of Max’ t-shirts and a pair of his sweatpants. You never thought he would even own sweatpants, but here you were.

“Hey Max?” You ask sleepily as you snuggle into his side, mind reeling a little as you fear this was a one-time thing, that now he’s had you that’s it.

“Hmm?” He asks as he traces patterns on the arm draped over his chest.

“I want to do this again, not now,” You say as Max raises a hopeful eyebrow at you, “My pussy needs a break, but I don’t want this to be a one-night stand y’know?”

“You really think you’d be rid of me that easily?” He pulls you against his chest, strong arms hemming you in as you bury your head in his broad chest, “You’re not going anywhere, and if you want, we can talk about a future some other time, but right now you need to sleep.”

“Good.” You say softly, your heart fluttering about the thought of a future with Max.

You lie in silence for a while, your breathing the only sound as Max lays there almost impossibly still.

“Max?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you sleep?”

“Not really, but I can kind of power down, like going into standby, why?”

“Just curious.” You mutter as you realise he’s staying in bed with you for your benefit. And that makes you feel safe, protected, special.

“Now sleep, you really need to get some rest, stubborn girl.”

“Mm, but I’m your stubborn girl.”

Max doesn’t respond except for pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head and pulling the blankets over you both. You’re asleep in seconds, dead to the world, as you still can’t believe you just fucked your boss. The vampire bit, unsurprisingly, doesn’t bother you at all, which leaves an amused smile on your lips as you fade into the warm embrace of sleep.

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Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, urges, nervous boys, boys fussing (not a lot don't worry), d/s undertones, baby talks, graphic description of Dom bottoming, dirty talk, cursing, fingering, anal fingering, slight edging, slick as lube, name calling, past abuse, trauma, negotiating kinks (sort of), sex, rough sex, nipple play, sweet moments, firsts, playful boys, spanking, cliffhanger, enemies to lovers 💣 Rating: explicit (AF)

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

The Alpha was close to breaking, he couldn't help it. He had urges he was having trouble controlling and he knew it would be oh so easy to take the step he wanted. It was like an itch under his skin. A thorn in his mind. He could barely make himself stop focusing on it. It was driving him absolutely mental. He was close to doing exactly what he wanted and as he stared into the darkness he thought he'd finally made a decision.

“Don't you fucking dare.” The voice of his mate startled him but Colson's arms wrapping around his shoulders soothed the surprise.

He laid his hands over the inked skin of his lover and grumbled, resting his head back against the taller man though the position was getting awkward the larger Col’s bump grew. “But we need a bloody nursery! We only got a few monfs left.”

Kells reached over and flicked on the light switch and they stared into the spare room together. It was just across from their bedroom while Tom had the room down the hall. He very well knew it was perfect for the child he barely admitted existed but… “It's too soon.” He sighed before pulling away to turn for their bedroom.

“Bollocks it is! Look atcha!” Dom was rushing to catch up with his partner and so caught up in his dreams of hot pink paint he barely realized what he said until the omega spun on his foot and glared.

Dom stumbled almost comically to keep from hitting him but the boss couldn't laugh. How fucking dare he even imply something so… correct. Fuck. “Look at me? What about me?” He wouldn't admit it so easily though. He wasn't even that big, not really. If he wore a hoodie no could tell anything was different.

The Alpha chewed the inside of his cheek and pushed his fingers through his hair. He hadn't meant to have his foot in his mouth so early in the day. “Wha’ ya meeeean?” He tried for his patent pout but they both knew he was a sociopath. He was the bunny on Monty Python- adorable but deadly. Red eyes included.

“Don't even psycho. We have time. Plenty of it. Focus on literally anything else, you're not touching that damn room.” The omega tossed up his hands in frustration and took a seat on their bed. Weekends almost always sucked because they had free time and all he wanted was to stay in bed but his need for control made him get up, he always had to find something to do. He used to spend weekends in his clubs but not anymore.

“Ya know tha' if we don't get it ready in time the baby will ‘ave to stay wiv us. In ‘ere. Where we sleep. And fuck.” The boy tried a new tactic as he dropped to his knees and crawled to his mate.

“Don't worry about that.”

“Oh?” Had he won so easily?

“I'm not fucking you ever again once it's out.” The grin the man gave him was withering.

“Wha’ the fuck did I do? And stop calling our whelp an it. If you'd let The Doc tell us-”

“If you know the sex you'll get attached.”

“I'm already attached! Sos you!”

“Besides, Tom will take it if we need.”

Dom laid his palms on his lover's thighs and hung his head between the man's knees. They'd had some version of most of this conversation a few times already and were constantly talking over each other. “So middle of the night and you get ‘orny you jus’ gonna toss our baby to Tom before you crawl on me dick?” He tried to ask as their eyes met again and Colson shrugged. “Ain't gonna ‘appen.”

“It should stay with us anyway. It's not safe out there.” It was the first real thing Kells added to the conversation and it made them both pause. He wasn't even sure he realized that's what had been stopping him but once he started talking… “I can see them right now and I know they're safe. I can feel it. I hate those fluttery things but I know it means they're okay. I can keep them safe. When they're out? If I can't see them…”

“Okay. Alright. We won't worry about it.” Dom soothed, resting his forehead against his lover's as his palms found purchase against the swell of their child. “You'll keep ‘em safe. I know you will. We still need to get shite for ‘em. And… maybe we make tha’ a closet for ‘em? Eventually it can be a room but for now we need space for baby shite. Babies need so fucking much.”

“A closet could work.” Col agreed. He liked that idea. Their baby didn't just need stuff- they would get the best stuff around. He had standards of course. “And if they're in a cot we can still fuck. You just have to keep your mouth shut.”

Dom couldn't help but laugh at that, they both damn well knew the Alpha wasn't the loud one of the two but he nodded just to make his baby mumma happy. “You right. Daft of me. Fhought ya said you weren't fucking me again?” He hummed, pressing kisses to his omega's bare thigh. They'd only made it to underwear and t-shirts that morning and he was thankful, it gave him so much skin to explore.

“Not when you can do this shit to me again. Fuck that. I'll top.” Col sighed as he leaned back on his elbows, offering more of his body to the boy.

“Oh yeah? Tell me about it.” Dom purred, nipping at Colson's cloth covered cock playfully.

“Oh fuck um-” He lifted up his hips when the killer tugged his boxers down and his head fell back when the boy parted his thighs and kissed skin so close to his core he could feel his breath. He pulled his feet up on the mattress and let his knees fall wider, if his partner wanted to treat him he wouldn't say no. At least his brain took sex as something to do. “I'd lay you out on your stomach, a pillow under that monster dick of yours, and I'd spread your legs so I could lick that tight little hole open.”

“Mmm yeah?” The Alpha sounded strained already and it made a fresh wave of slick warm Col’s thighs. He was waiting for his bitch to lick it up but it seemed Dom was listening first.

“I should probably try before actually. I've got a big dick and your ass is virgin. Should probably tease you a little over time. Use my mouth on you. My fingers. Get you used to being full.” His voice felt deeper, raspier as he talked. His aforementioned big dick was aching but even that was untouched. He couldn't see well enough over his stomach to know what his mate was up to but before long he was going to get pissed.

“Wanna feel yas. Wha' else?”

“When that pretty pink hole is finally stretched enough for me and you're begging like the bitch you are-”

“Yeah?” The killer's voice was breathy as hell and that wasn't the only sound Kells heard.

His brows furrowed as he pushed himself up to look for his lover who was on the floor staring at him and jacking off with Col’s boxers wrapped around his cock. “And nothing. You really gonna start with your hormonal mate and then fuck yourself?”

“Shite. No. Wait- I jus’ were really into wha' ya said! Ain't me fault.” The Brit tossed the boxers away and went to his knees, trying to fit himself back between his man's thighs.

“Yeah you're a needy fucking whore who thinks about himself first! Look at yourself!” He was teasing of course, Dom always took care of him first. Sometimes the Alpha didn't even cum as long as he brought Col pleasure. This was the first time he'd done anything like that and it made Kells even hotter for his plush ass. If only he could get inside him soon.

“I'm sorry! I know, I'm a needy wanking whore for yas but you so fucking ‘ot when ya talk like tha'!” Dom tried to explain and his lover answered him by spitting in his face. The boy blinked once. Twice- and something inside him snapped as he stood up and pulled his shirt off one handed. He knew his gaze was crimson as it fell on his omega who watched him with a confused stare. He wasn't sure if he felt more sub or Alpha in the moment and his two sides had never warred so hard. Part of him wanted to demand the other present while the other half wanted to roll over and offer his own ass. Which he couldn't yet do. Bloody hell.

Kells moved slowly because he couldn't yet tell which way his lover was heading. His red eyes said the boss was about to get fucked but his trembling form made him wonder. He gently pulled his top off and scooted backwards to the pillows. “If you want me to try fingering you there's lube in the drawer. If you want my pussy instead…” He trailed off, spreading his legs. He was getting more comfortable with parts of himself because of how much Dom loved them. Even now he was staring like the man was all he'd ever desired. A kid in a candy store that neither of them ever really got to be.

“Wha’ if we finger each over?” The Alpha finally asked, he was overwhelmed with choices and that could always lead to more.

Colson smiled and patted the bed but Dominic didn't move for the lube. “Babe-”

“Use ya slick on me.”

“Oh- yeah? Okay shit.” The omega took a shaking breath as he watched his mate crawl in bed, he didn't realize how excited he would be for this. As the boy got in place against him they shared a soft look. He knew had to be careful with their next steps. “Hike your leg up. Get close. Give me that thick ass.” He teased, completely ignoring his cautious thought. He hoped if he kept Dom preoccupied the Alpha side of him wouldn't get too aggressive.

He was surprised when the killer giggled and blushed, something more soft and sweet that he expected with that red gaze on him. When their cocks slot together they both gasped and he tried to kiss his mate into a level of calm that would help him open up. Dom's left arm that was pressed against the bed moved between them, his fingers exploring the omega's wet folds. “One?” Dom hummed, dipping a fingertip inside him to the first knuckle before pulling out and scissoring two deep. “Or two?”

“Shit- uh…” He couldn't think, not when the boy was spreading his walls open and sliding his touch out slow. He knew he was supposed to be doing something but his mind went blank for a moment. “G-give me some?” Right. He was on a mission.

The killer grinned and pumped three fingers deep before hooking them on the draw out. The bastard pressed against his spot so hard he shook but he kept his palm mostly steady as his lover wiped slick on his skin. The air in the room shifted when he reached his long inked arm around the boy. When his mate started to shake before he even touched him he tried a different way. “Here.” He offered, closing his legs tight and gently pushing on Dom’s hip until he got the hint. “Fuck my thighs?” He offered like it was completely normal and he locked his knees for an extra clench. The kid just stared at him for a moment before swallowing hard.

“Ya know I'll just end up inside yas.”

“Risk I'm willing to take.”

“But you can't get off like tha’ unless I do.”

“You don't know what the hell I can do, and this ain't about me. Get your dick where I tell you and be a good bitch.” Colson huffed, slapping wetly against the boy's ass. He knew this was something that could go terribly wrong and he needed to stay the dominant one. He still wasn't sure exactly what the 'test' had entailed that the asshole doctor had done to the Alpha as a kid but he had a feeling they were about to risk some flashbacks and if he went too soft Dom might break. They both wanted this to be part of their relationship and he'd help his mate through anything he could.

“Oh fuck-” Of course the killer obeyed after that but he was trembling so hard it took a second to get his cockhead between Col's drenched thighs. When he finally slipped against his core they both groaned. He groped roughly at Dom's plush cheek, right over the probably pink skin to spurn him on, one finger teasing softly over his hole.

“Did I say I'd do the work? Or did I tell you to fuck-” He didn't have to finish his question. Dom started rocking his hips, at first almost carefully but it didn't take long before he was pressing back and chasing his omega's touch but Kells kept teasing, circling the tight ring of muscle as he clenched.

Of course Dom's dick caught against his own needy hole, every thrust had his crown popping against where they both needed him, but for once the man found control to keep himself focused on the psycho who always gave him everything. He felt his lover's knot swelling but he knew it wouldn't be full when they couldn't lock together. He normally hated edging himself but watching his mate's pleasure was almost as good as his own. He was more selfish than Dom and they both knew and accepted that, it couldn't be completely overcome but he was trying. The boy was pink and glowing with sweat, his wild hair in his face. Those pretty DSL’s were parted on a harsh gasp and he knew- “Cum for me.” would work.

The Alpha's hips stuttered as he spilled hot between his mate's legs. He couldn't help the pride at painting the other man in his scent but he was confused. When the next peak of his rapture hit and his dick jerked out another load, his partner gave him a soft bite to his bottom lip and slid a finger deep inside him. “Bloody fuck oh-”

Colson's eyes went wide at the mouth on his mate. He'd never heard him be so expressive or loud and it just kept going through more he explored. “Please? Oh fuck- yes! Right- bloodyfuckdaddyright’ere-” The omega was pretty sure he got a new nickname in the mix of desperate curses and needy moans. The moment he found the boy's spot he stayed on it, giving back the same Dom had done to him. The killer trembled in his hold, his hips bucking between the two points of pleasure and it didn't take him long to bust again. No need for a command.

The control was overwhelming and he was sure his partner was overstimulated as hell but as he watched rapture roll through him he knew he wasn't done yet. He couldn't be. He had his own pressing needs. “Suck your fingers clean, you mouthy whore.” He demanded of the panting boy. He loved the sounds he was making but he knew it would help calm him. Dom obeyed, he couldn't seem to help it anymore and he sucked his own digits as masterfully as he took Col's cock. Their gazes stayed locked as he slipped his own free and when he eased his hips back the Alpha whimpered. “Don't worry. Not done with you yet.” It was harder to maneuver with his belly between them but the next time Dom’s cockhead caught against his cunt he angled and drove him deep inside.

“Cols?” The already spent killer whimpered but his omega just smirked at him.

“Lay back. Help me up. Wanna ride you.” Kells rasped. The feeling of Dom’s dick still jerking inside his tight walls made him more desperate for release than he'd realized he was. His thighs were drenched in cum and slick but it barely mattered anymore if the other could get off again. That coil of pleasure was tight in his guts and he needed his mate to fuck it out.

The Alpha blinked but moved to obey, it didn't matter how sensitive he felt, his omega needed him. His hands gripped sweat wet skin and he pushed until Col was above him. He choked on air when the man dropped hard and he hit home deeper than he'd been in a while. His baby mumma went wild above him, his body thrusting so hard he bounced off the mattress. Dom had to grab for him, he had a lot of dick to cover, but he didn't want the other falling off.

Big hands slapped hard over pale skin, nails made half moon marks in blood, they hadn't fucked like this in months but Kells was lost to need. Dom's fingers caressed every inch of him, groping over his ass, his hips, eventually even his chest. When his head fell back and he moaned at the feel the predator stayed locked on. He'd been sensitive for months but it felt overwhelming, as if he had nerves from his nipples to his spot. He felt swollen in both places and over abused but he knew if his mate stopped he'd lash out.

“Can't- fucking- knot-” Dom stuttered out and Colson couldn't care less. He wanted to warn he was close but he couldn't get air enough to talk. Between one breath and the next pleasure shot down his spine and the pressure building in his core released. He came so hard some pearly drops landed on his bitch’s face and he drenched them both in slick.

Eventually Dom had to stop his body from grinding, his hips seemed to have a mind of their own. He laid his omega gently back how they were before and eased his overspent dick free. Their sticky bodies pressed together and they panted each other's air. Dom would need his inhaler at some point but he didn't want to move. He hadn't been that nervous but a few times before in their relationship. The first time they fucked, the second when their minds were clear, and when his lover had presented for him. Each time Colson knew how to handle him and this was no different. His trauma wasn't gone of course but bad memories were helped with new and better ones. He couldn't thank Col enough but he knew not to say a word. Instead he whispered what he hoped was safe. “I love you.”

“Of course you do. I'm fucking awesome.” Kells grinned, kissing his bitch gently. He knew how much was in that one sentence and he tried to take it to heart. “I love you too. Am I hearing shit or did our door slam at some point?” He chuckled, trying to keep the mood light.

“Fink we left it open again.” Dom laughed back.

“Oops. Poor Tom.” They giggled together and hoped their friend didn't divorce them. They just got too wrapped up in each other sometimes. As their breathing calmed the omega realized their roommate wasn't the only one annoyed with them. “Shit. Got a black belt in there I swear.” Their post-coital cuddly moments were the safest feeling times that he could admit their child existed enough to talk about them. He blamed the fucking oxytocin soaking his brain.

“Aye? Being a brat to mumma today?” Dom hummed as Col rolled to his back. He reached for his baby to try and help soothe them but was surprised when he thought he felt something back. It was barely there like butterfly kisses but he was sure of it. His lover was so thin even with the swell he wasn't surprised. He honestly kept expecting to see through him like some alien moving around. He wouldn't say that of course and he tried not to make a big deal in the moment but the omega caught his misty eyes.

For once Kells was at peace enough he just laid his head back and closed his eyes, giving his partner room and permission to connect with their child. He even moved his palm to cover Dom’s to help him follow the flutters he felt from inside. “Probably no shit kicker boots.” He joked and the boy snorted he laughed so hard. He could tell his boy was tearing up but they didn't mention it. He knew as a father the Alpha had urges he needed to let him work out. He hoped as a couple they could work their way through it all together without letting fear get in the way. “They like you.” He hummed softly and he peaked his eye open to see Dom smiling.

“I'd bloody well ‘ope so.”

“I like you.” Colson sighed happily and the boy grinned wider, leaning in for a lingering kiss.

“I like you more.”

“Well that's obvious as fuck. But I like having a little bitch boy.” He teased. He didn't mean the first part of course, he wasn't sure if their love was equal because he didn't think anyone could adore someone more than he did his mate but he hoped their affection was the same. “Such a good bitch too. Even called me Daddy.” He knew he shouldn't bring it up but he wanted to let his mate know it was okay.

Dom flushed red and hid his face against Col’s shoulder. Even now he was laying more in the bitch position he guessed, his leg thrown over the man's thighs, his head on Colson's shoulder. It was comforting for him and it worked between them. “Ya caught tha’ aye?” He mumbled back.

“Hard to miss. Made me wet as fuck.” He offered, trying to ease any nerves and Dom swallowed hard before their eyes met again.

“I like making ya wet. Probably wouldn't work all the time but… When ya top?”

“When I top yeah. I can be your Daddy.” He didn't mean for his voice to drop to a near growl but it did anyway. Fuck, shouldn't they both be spent?

“You spanked me.”

“You liked it.”

“Aye.” They inched closer, their breath coming faster as Dom slid up over his omega.

When Colson's phone went off he thought to ignore it, it was a weekend and everything should be taken care of. Their lips met in a hungry kiss but Dom's phone went off next and they both cursed. He moved to pick it up off the bedside table and it took him a moment to come down to earth enough to read. It was from The Doctor, the omega boy he'd saved a few weeks before had gone missing. In fact, all the omegas that she had been helping heal were gone. What the fuck?

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 🖤

Have some more smut, I can't seem to get away from it 🤭 I'm guessing y'all don't mind. I love the equality with these boys and it's nice to see Kells adjusting. I hope you're all enjoying it 💣🖤

[reel-fear]

Wow, so umm... This looks bad, not only is it inaccurate due to using the wrong ink demon design [unless this is confirmation BATIM Ink Demon has been outright retconned... Which would make me pissed enough to make a new post just about THAT] but from an art standpoint this is just... Confusing and poorly done.

I wouldn't care if this was fanart, of course you should support young, indie artists... But for a Graphic Novel making sure your cover doesn't look like something Butch Hartman shat out in an afternoon is kind of important. Remember they're going to be asking us to give money to them to read this. The artist likely won't see any of that money and neither do the authors most of the time, not to mention this art screams of the artist being underpaid and overworked.

Like they Had to get something on someone's desk and their boss said 'good enough'. A concept Joey Drew Studios is very familiar with considering the allegations of poor working environments that Kindly Beast. Not to mention Mike Mood admitting in a Reddit AMA that they did in fact rush projects like Showdown Bandit. [Which they sold at full price]

He also says they can in fact say no or yes to designs involving their IP. Either Mike or Meatly had to say yes to this cover, according to his own damn words.

And do you really think this company in particular would care enough about its fanbase to not sell them garbage? They have done exactly that on several occasions. It's not like they care particularly about art either, considering their previous use of AI Art. There was no apology or even posts addressing it... Instead, they just rushed out an archives update to their game to get people to stop talking about it... Even forgetting an entire character in it. Again

This company is [or at least SHOULD BE] on thin ice when it comes to being suspected of misleading their fans or rushing out crappy products to them.

So with all that context in mind, I'm gonna talk about why this cover sucks ass.

The light sources are all over the place? Why does it look like someone put maces or knight armor on his shoulders but it's just flesh?? It looks both gross and weird [not in a good way either]

To explain more I'm going on a rant below but sadly this seems to have been confirmed to not just be a rough pass but the final cover and man... I am not excited about this graphic novel just at all. This felt like it really drained any possibility of it turning out good for me and I already had expectations low.

Okay first point, the light sources?? And there is no consistency here with the shadows or lighting, it looks like there's a hundred light sources all at once but none of them are even consistent!

the arrows here represent all the different light sources I can make out and yet the the shadow clearly implies there's only one. I understand wanting to use highlights to give the character a more clear shape but then just give him one or two lights behind him or in front of him? No matter how u follow the light sources, the highlights make no sense and the shadows make even less sense.

Why are the shoulders like that? Like on the legs it's a little understandable, at least those are clearly very heavily affected by perspective, for me I think they are so exaggerated it makes it look like one of the legs is either huge or one is small but that's maybe subjective.

However, the shoulders are unjustifiable, what happened there, what did they do??

I could pick on so much more honestly, how the color choices of piss yellow with no other colors being used, and the harsh pitch black being used for every part of his body is weird. How it looks straight out of Butch Hartman's recent crappy art. But to put bluntly bad start! Also what the HELL is going on with this background??

Seems once again the Bendy team is fine with sending out stuff thinking it's "Good Enough" for Bendy fans and honestly the people trying to tell me to "Be Grateful" for this are just proving that no matter how many times you betray your audience some of em will defend you!

Which is sad tbh. If anything we should be putting MORE pressure on the Bendy team to do better. Cause we deserve better than this, honestly we do. There are amazing artists in the bendy community who could do so much better for a cover. They've employed their fan artists before... Wouldn't it be great to do that for such a lore important book? The book that gives us the identity of one of the main characters in BATIM? The character you spend the entirety of Chapter 4 fighting to save? Not to mention will give several major characters their human designs?

But I guess this is... Good enough...

[jobean12-blog]

Forevermore

Pairing: Vampire!Eddie Munson x reader

Word Count: 1,165

Summary: All you wanted was to learn to play guitar...

Author’s Note: I couldn’t get Vampire!Eddie out of my head and we all know I love Vampire AU! Hope you enjoy! PS I know there are a lot of different takes on Vampires and whether or not they can have sex, cum and all that fun stuff but in my AU they can do it all as undead haha YAY FICTION! 😁 Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics thank you love🥰

Warnings: sweetness and some fluff, mentions of blood, fingering, smut (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!) 

GIF NOT MINE: Credit goes to @yellenabelova thank you so much it’s amazing! 🥰

Eddie Munson Masterlist

You stand in the doorway of his bedroom, your hip against the frame and your eyes glued to him sitting shirtless on the bed. His legs are spread open and his guitar is nestled between them as his long and dexterous fingers effortlessly glide over the instrument.

His skin glows in the soft moonlight that streams through the window and the red sheet that hangs over it is bathing the room in an ethereal crimson glow. His guitar shines with the same illumination, its red color even more vibrant against the silhouette of darkness surrounding him.

Soft, dark curls hang over his face, his head bent low as he slowly sways it back and forth with the rhythm he plays.

He has you in a trance and when he speaks it startles you, your sharp intake of breath making him grin.

“You can’t learn how to play from over there,” he says, his smile knowing.

“You make it look so easy Eddie,” you sigh.

“Let me show you,” he murmurs, his long finger curling as he beckons you closer.

You’re in nothing but his hellfire shirt, the hem brushing your bare thighs as you move toward him.

When you get closer he lifts the guitar and spreads his legs wider so you can sit on the edge of the bed between them. You settle your back against his chest, melting into him when he puts the guitar in front of you and secures his arms around you.

Your fingers trace the tattoos along his arm, the ink a dark contrast to his pale skin and at your touch they come alive, the flex of muscle making them shift and dance.

His cool lips brush against the shell of your ear and it sends a shiver of want down your spine.

“Just focus and do as I say and you’ll learn in no time,” he whispers.

“Easy for you to say,” you gasp.

He buries his face in your neck, trailing kisses down your throat and across your shoulder, tugging down the collar of his shirt to expose your skin.

“Don’t distract me,” you simper.

“I’ll do my best,” he answers with a wicked smile.

He rests his chin on your shoulder, his curls lightly caressing your cheek and neck, only adding to your distracted state.

You place your hands where he tells you, letting out a breathy moan when his fingers cover yours to guide your movements, the brush of his rings intoxicating. You find yourself leaning into him, unable to draw your eyes away from his fingers, their glowing whiteness almost startling against the instrument.

“Eddie,” you breathe out when his soft lips press to your neck, “it’s hard to concentrate when you do that.”

“I’m sorry sweetheart,” he purrs, his tone void of remorse. “It’s hard for me not to put my lips on this gorgeous skin. You taste so good.”

He gently runs his nose up your neck, inhaling your scent and flashing his fangs as you instinctively tilt your head back to give him better access. His touch completely overwhelms you, the heady feeling sending a rush of blood through your veins.

He tenses behind you and moves his lips to the hammering pulse in your neck. He sucks gently, the light scrape of his fangs sending you deeper into your lust filled haze and your fingers easily slip free from the guitar as he carefully extracts it from your hands.

“What about my less…?” you ask in a whisper, the rest of the question dying on your parted lips as you feel his tongue slide up your throat.

“There will be plenty of time for you to learn sweetheart.”

His fingers ghost up your stomach and between your breasts, pulling the shirt from your body before they gently grasp your chin and angle your head to the side, baring your neck.

“The rest of eternity in fact…”

His words don’t register, your brain too foggy to appreciate anything more than the feel of him. Your back arches as his free hand slips between your legs, your inner thighs already soaked with your arousal. They fall open for him, two of his fingers sliding into you with ease, pushing deep enough that his ring clad knuckles brush against you with each pump of his hand.

“Eddie,” you whimper, lifting your hands to run them through his hair.

He draws out your pleasure, each drag of his fingers languid as you lose more of yourself to him.

Just before you find your release he removes his fingers and turns you in his lap, lifting them to your lips, his skin glistening in the faint shine of the moon.

Your lips part of their own accord and you welcome the taste, your moan growing louder when you feel the first delicate prick of his fangs at your throat. You suck his fingers harder, your hips desperately searching for some form of friction.

He sucks gently, the taste of you making his cock throb between your legs. Before he takes more than he should he releases you, cradling your face in his hands and pressing his red stained lips to yours.

You taste your blood, the tanginess mixed with your own juices creating an intoxicating flavor that sends fire surging through your veins.

“Say it,” he whispers desperately. “Say you’ll be mine forever.”

He lifts you by the hips, opening you up until you slowly sink down onto his cock, every inch a pleasurable stretch. When he’s filled you completely, he stills, craning your neck back to drag his fangs over the delicate column.

“Yes,” you pant. “I’m yours Eddie. Yours forever.”

You squeeze around him as he bites down, the pain so exquisite it blurs your vision. You can feel the life draining from your body but you can’t stop the way your hips rock back and forth over his cock. He holds you to him, sucking hard until your heartbeat begins to slow.

He pulls away just in time, brushing his thumb over your white lips before he presses his wrist to them, the taste of his blood reviving you with hunger.

“Drink,” he demands.

You sink your teeth into his skin and drink, the taste of him, the feel of his blood coursing through your body enough to drive you toward your finish. Your walls tighten around his cock over and over, harder and harder the more you feed from him.

With a guttural growl he fills you up, the sensation prolonging your bliss until you let go of his wrist and slump into his arms, your tongue tracing your lips for every last drop.

Silence wraps around you and time itself seems to hold its breath, quietly luring you into a secret place of darkness but a darkness you welcome.

Soft hands caress your cool skin, gently coaxing you from your torpor and his fingers press under your chin, lifting your eyes to his.

“You’re mine,” he whispers. “Mine forevermore.”

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