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[sprymagician]

VTM session report!

Today was Cool!!!!!!!!! We went into the Umbra with our Gangrals werewolf daughter because she found a cool fuzzy in a continental congress bunker. (Turns out it was Actually Mothman). We ALSO ran into a past version of the Anarch True Brujah leader, but from like, The 1800's. The poor gal got super flirted with by everyone.

After that we met a rat spirit named..... Rat. Taught him a song and he gave us a dead rat back.

After that we went back to the Anarch base and got harassed by a Lasombra girl named Jazz. Our Gangral definitely made things worse and made it so we basically have to hand over the Scourge (Who is a secret Salubri) over so she can Diablarize her. I then decided it would be nice to rizz that Sabbat girl up.

After that, We went to pick up my ghoul and again, The Gangral started in like an overbearing mother with "So when are you going to embrace her? Arent you two in love? It'll be so nice when you both are the same Clan." Bitch?????? Shut up, I was gonna ask the True Brujah to embrace her so she could have a better life than being a Ventrue????? I was also gonna have a heart to heart with her but sheesh, I guess you've tripped me down the stairs with that one.

Anyways we dropped her off at home and then visited my sire, A Victorian woman living like a queen and seeming Desperate for her Childers approval. She helped us out by giving us the location of the sheriff's home. (Abigail, I'm sorry you give off estranged mother vibes, I promise I'll visit you more. I'll even bring around my love interest or invite you to the farmhouse. You'll SEE MY PAIN. You'll SEE WHAT I DEAL WITH!!!!)

After that, Some combat happened that was retconned because little known Fact, COMBAT SUCKS TO BALANCE. Honestly WoD, how the FUCK are you supposed to make meaningful encounters and balance combat other than flipping the rulebook the middle finger.

All in all, I FUCKING LOVED IT AND CANT WAIT FOR MORE AAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

[pjsk-headcanons]

Tsukasa and Minori know all the sailor moon and mlp lore

You ask Tsukasa and he's all like "BECAUSE SAKI ENJOYED IT!!!!" you ask Minori and she says "IT'S MY CHILDHOOD!!!"

- 🍙 anon

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[dumbbullet]

THE RAIN WAS A PAID ACTOR AT SLEEP TOKENS DALLAS RITUAL

Cant speak for anyone else but i am a wet cat and I had a religious experience.

[gothamphantomgoat]

[crmsndragonwngss]

Thinking about that guy on fb who tried to tell me Sleep Token isn’t a prog metal band because they mix other genres into their music, oh and also he mostly listens to prog and they just don’t sound prog, trust me bro, so I looked at the last.fm he has linked on his page and he listens to two prog metal bands and then like fuckin Volbeat and Disturbed?????

[sadhours]

ahem.. billy smut where him and reader fuck all day because it just feels so good perhaps…

I hope this tickles ur fancy hehehe

cw: 18+, minors dni, smut, sweat, cum as lube, hand stuff, dirty talk, p in v (unprotected as always, don’t be like them)

🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

Billy’s panting, blinking rapidly as his body rocks with his motions. He’s absolutely covered in sweat, making his skin cool and sticky. Little grunts and groans roll from his lips as he places his palm on your chest, pinning you to the mattress as he drills into you.

You’re not sure what’s gotten into the pair of you today but this is round two and it doesn’t feel like you’re gonna stop anytime soon. It just feels too good to stop.

This particular session is lasting extra long because every time you or Billy get close, you stop. Like now, his face contorts and he pulls out of you quickly, squeezing the base of his cock to abstain from cumming. He leans down, licking into your mouth and grabbing a hold of your jaw.

“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good,” he babbles into the open mouthed kiss.

You smile at the compliment and skate your hands down the damp skin of his back, feeling the contours of his muscles. “Thank you.”

“No, fuck that, thank you,” he purrs. “So fucking soaked for me, milking my cock like you were made for it.”

“That’s ’cause I am,” you hum out, “All I wanna do is make you feel good.”

Billy nips at your jaw, groaning lowly, “Such a good girl for me.”

He flips you over then, so he’s on his back and you’re straddling him. You hold yourself up, palms on his pecks. With shaky legs, you grind down against him. The shaft of his cock dragging against your dripping folds. You bite your lip, eyes rolling back before your lids close as you let yourself use the side of his hard cock to rub yourself silly. Quick rolls of your hips, the tip of his cock catching against your clit in an excruciatingly pleasurable sensation.

“Christ,” he huffs. “That’s right, baby. Make yourself feel good.”

“Billy,” you babble out, working your hips faster and harder.

You feel sweaty and way too hot but you’re determined now. Bliss only an inch away. He grabs hold of your hips and squeezes them, “Slip it in, please baby.”

Quick to obey, you lift yourself enough to line the head of his cock with your pulsing hole and sink down in one fluid motion. The pair of you moan out in unison. Billy guides your movements with his grip on you, gazing up at you with lust filled eyes. You’re the hottest goddamn thing he’s ever seen. Can’t get enough of you.

“Fuck,” he heaves, “Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy.”

You grin wide, bouncing up and down on his length. His tip strokes that deep, spongy spot inside you repeatedly. Makes your eyes cross with how amazing it feels. Your hands find your tits, groping and pinching your nipples as you ride him. The sight makes Billy even more feral. Soon, he’s planting his feet on the mattress, holding you still and thrusting up into you with a relentless force. You cry out, head leaning back as he fucks up into you.

“Billy, Billy, Billy!”

“That’s it, baby,” he moans out, voice wavering from the exertion, “Say my name, just like that.”

You continue chanting, occasionally interrupted with high pitched moans. Then his hips still, holding you firmly against him as he moans and grunts. Signaling to you that he’s cumming, and you feel it. Hot, thick spurts filling your cunt. You whine at the feeling of it and then he’s pulling you off of him, tosses you on your back and kisses you harshly. As he’s making out with you, his fingers find themselves between your legs and they sink into you. Feeling his cum coating your walls, he uses it as lube as he fucks you with his thick fingers.

A loud cry is swallowed by his mouth, his fingers curl every time he pumps them inside. Knowing exactly where that special spot is. The cries don’t stop, repeating with every thrust of his fingers. He licks all filthy into your mouth.

The pressure builds in your stomach rapidly. Billy doesn’t stop kissing you for a beat, panting into your mouth as your orgasm sneaks up on you. Waves crashing through you and he talks you through it. Finally breaks the kiss to press his hot mouth against your ear.

“That’s a good girl, cum for me, just like that, you’re so good for me.”

Then the pair of you catch your breath. Laying all curled up together, sweaty and exhausted. Yet still not satisfied.

Barely ten minutes later, Billy’s grinding against your thigh and kissing sloppy against your jaw. And you feel it— he’s still hard. You giggle and reach down to grab his erection.

“You wanna keep going?”

“Fuck, yes, please,” he begs.

[elsiewritesss]

a smut of the reader and Vinnie getting married and they decide to have a quickie before the wedding

Before the I Do's

pairings: vinnie hacker x fiancé reader

warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, swearing, slight fingering, slight choking, exhibitionism (slight i think??)

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“We gotta make this fast baby.” Vinnie whispered loud enough for Y/N to hear.

The two of them locked themselves in a bathroom far enough away from anyone to hear them.

“Okay. Just hurry.” Y/N whined as she pulled up the fabric of her white wedding dress for Vinnie to have easier access.

Here they were, on their wedding day. The two anxious of not being able to see one another until their first look brought all the sexual tension with it. When it was time for the first look, anyone could feel the sexual tension, which led them to where they are now.

The two snuck off to a bathroom twenty minutes before the ceremony started and they have not taken their hands off of one another.

Vinnie reached under the dress, feeling up until he reached the fabric of Y/N’s white lace thong.

“Fuck baby, I cannot wait to rip these off later tonight.” Vinnie spoke against her lips as he undid his belt with one hand, pulling down his pants just enough to free his pulsing cock that slapped right against his stomach.

Vinnie moved forward as he picked Y/N up and gently set her at the edge of the counter, giving him perfect access to slowly ease into her.

“Oh fuck,” Y/N whispered, her pussy welcoming every inch of him until his hips were flesh with hers.

“God baby you feel so good.” Vinnie moaned softly as he began to rock his hips.

Y/N bit down on her lip as she closed her eyes to quiet herself as Vinnie hit every right spot inside of her.

“Fuck baby…take me so fucking- good. Can’t wait to fuck this pussy all night tonight.” Y/N whimpered at his words, moving part of her dress as she looked down at the sight where the two of them met.

“You like that pretty girl huh? Watching me fuck your perfect pussy?” Vinnie lightly grabbed the front of her throat, tilting her head up to look at him as she nodded the best she could. Her small whimpers coming out as she still had her teeth latched onto her bottom lip.

Vinnie took his hand that wasn’t holding her hip and began to rub small, fast circles on her swollen clit.

Y/N’s teeth unlatched from her lip as her mouth opened, a moan falling out as Vinnie quickly pressed his lips against hers.

“Quiet baby. Don’t want anyone…knowing how well I’m fucking you right now.” He whispered against her lips as she began to clench around him.

“Come on baby, know you're close.” Vinnie quickened his pace on her clit, his thrust getting rougher.

“Vin-Vinnie,” Y/N breathed out, grabbing onto Vinnie’s biceps for support as she reached her orgasm.

Vinnie’s orgasm followed behind as he spilled inside of her, his thrusts slowing to a stop. All that could be heard was the pants of the two trying to catch their breaths.

Vinnie slowly eased out of her, watching as their combined juices spilled out of her before he leaned down and pushed it back in.

“Vin. St-stop. Sensitive.” Y/N squirmed as Vinnie held her hip down.

“I know. I know.” He whispered, satisfied with himself before placing one small kiss to her red puffy clit, fixing her thong back in place.

Vinnie stood back up, fixing himself before placing Y/N back down on the floor and fixing her dress around her.

“Okay. I don’t have sex hair and my makeup didn’t smudge. We’re good.” Y/N looked at herself in the small mirror above the sink before turning back around to Vinnie who was already smiling at her.

“We should probably get back out there.” Y/N whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck as Vinnie’s went around her waist.

“I’ll see you at the altar pretty girl.” Vinnie spoke, leaning down to capture her lips in a kiss as Y/N reciprocated the kiss.

“I’ll be the one in white.” She whispered back before opening the bathroom door and slipping out.

[tamayakii]

Hi I read your post about yan!Tywin and that you have more inc*st headcanons about him and I’m interested if you’re cool with that 🫣

hehe thank you anon for giving me the chance to talk about this <3

warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, incest, yandere themes, female!reader, nsfw, is it bare or bear, tama asks herself BY PROCEEDING PAST THIS WARNING, YOU ARE THEREFORE CONSENTING TO VIEW THIS CONTENT.

Being Tywin's pretty pretty girl, dressed in the finest of silks and jewelry, the lady of the rock from a young age.

Whilst, of course, you weren't married, people came to view you as Lady of the Rock, which ofc didnt help with Tywin's delusions.

Okay but listen, him HIDING your monthly bleed from the world. Threatening maids that if a slip of your monthly bleed comes out that they’d lose their eyes. So westeros comes to know you as a woman with no viable womb, right? that means you have no value in being married off cause you “can’t bear children” therefore you’d his, no one would fight for your hand.

Losing your virginity to Papa Tywin, riding the same cock that helped made you, imagine a little bit of blood seepin on his cock when he first thrusts into you 😭😭 the same blood that flows through him, smeared across his loins.

BUT IMAGINE PAPA TYWIN BRINGING YOU TO THE RED KEEP WHEN HES HAND OF THE KING :(( you can’t fuck more openly now, back his casterly rock he had more control but in the castle where the rodents kill the cats, it’s a death sentence to be found out.

THAT MAN SUCKS TITTY!! i just know it!! hes a rough one too, harshly sucking on his granddaughters tits whilst sitting at his desk, palming your hips as you grind against him.

For awhile he was reasonable, you couldn’t be with child, at least to the world but as his delusions deepen, he tampers with your moon tea, and practically locks you in your room.

You’re HIS alone, HE made you.

Any man that offers his hand to you is gone, any winning knight that names you the queen of love and beauty in tournaments is suddenly crippled for life.

Your entire LIFE is controlled by him, i cannot emphasize this enough. The very air you breathe might as well be permitted by him, your meals are controlled, you garden time- oh and the GARDEN WALKS!!! When Tywin has a little time to spare and you bat your eyelashes at him, he finds that he can stomach a walk around the beautiful flowers(tho they arent as beautiful as you), servants tending to the bushes and trees find that you cling a little too close, lips a little too pouted and breasts pushed against his arm a bit much but can they say a word? no.

[motherismotheringggg]

heavy petting ☁️

lazy morning in bed with needy nicholas headcannons

summary: based on my tags from this post; this user is pro dry humping!!!

type: needy/touchy! nicholas chavez x black fem reader

warnings: dry humping, nipple play (m! and f!), established relationship

author’s note: from the second i made that post i couldn’t stop thinking abut dry humping this man and i #NEED that; i wrote this in one sitting and ngl ...i had to b*st a n*t right after, im ovulating BAD

tags: @blackynsupremacy , @hoffmansgirl , @emluvsuxo , @ilovecheetahchrome , @nicholaslut , @nicholaschavezslut69 , @niteskysx , @melaninjhs , @pawofassumption

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needy/touchy nicholas! who slid your dining table chair close to his, draping your legs over his lap while eating. his fingers traced lazy circles and lines on your thighs. whenever he had to pull his hand away to drink his orange juice or cut his french toast, he rushed to find your skin again. like it physically pained him to not touch you.

needy/touchy nicholas! who, after breakfast, insisted you both get back in bed instead of lounging on the couch. “i just wanna hold you,” he said simply. you could barely put the dishes away with his arms wrapped around your torso, his nose buried in your neck as he inhaled your scent.

needy/touchy nicholas! who, once back in bed, held you so close it felt like he thought you might float away. even as you scrolled through social media, showing each other funny tweets, his hand stayed anchored to you.

needy/touchy nicholas! who let out a playfully dramatic groan when you turned over to lie on your side, his hand immediately wrapping around your waist. it was as if to playfully protest, “how dare you turn away?” you cooed, “i’m still here,” in a jokingly reassuring tone.

needy/touchy nicholas! who started inching closer and closer. you knew he always wanted to be close, but you also knew your boyfriend too well—nicholas could never resist the chance to get a little handsy.

needy/touchy nicholas! who shifted behind you and moved your curls out of the way to access your neck, planting soft kisses when you made even the slightest bit of movement. the way his hips pressed into you, his clothed hardness grinding against the curve of your ass, sent heat pooling between your thighs. the friction of fabric against fabric only made it more intoxicating.

needy/touchy nicholas! who feigned innocence with a teasing “what?” when you asked, “you think you’re clever, huh?” his hand slid from your torso to your hips, gently guiding your movements to align with his.

needy/touchy nicholas! who teasingly asked if you wanted him to stop, knowing full well you’d already set your own pace. as he nibbled on your earlobe, your breathy moans spurred him on, and his need for you only deepened.

needy/touchy nicholas! who slipped his hand under your oversized t-shirt, his fingertips brushing over your nipples before rolling them between his fingers. his low groans matched your sharp inhales, making sure you felt just as good as he did while you completely took control of the rhythm.

needy/touchy nicholas! whose body spasmed under you, breathy and whiny as your movements drove him crazy. he begged for you to get on top, hungry for you you to take full control of him

needy/touchy nicholas! whose hands immediately cupped your ass the second you straddled him. you found the perfect spot where his needy cock met your sensitive clit, and rocked your hips against him.

needy/touchy nicholas! whose eyes were hazy with ecstasy as he watched you sit upright, biting your lip while still rocking your hips. “you’re so fucking sexy,” he groaned. “it feels so good, baby,” you replied, bracing your hands against his chest as you came crashing down, letting your body fall weak.

needy/touchy nicholas! whose hands stayed glued to your hips as your movements grew more desperate. when your thumbs grazed his nipples, his eyes fluttered shut, and he threw his head back in pleasure.

needy/touchy nicholas! who was utterly ruined as you rode him, his hands squeezing your thighs while his eyes rolled back. “just like that, baby… don’t stop,” he panted, his breath hitching every time you clenched around him.

needy/touchy nicholas! who, when you told him you were close, pushed you to keep going. “fuck… i’m close too,” he grunted. you pinned his hands down on either side of his head as you both raced toward release.

needy/touchy nicholas! who begged you to say his name when you came, knowing it would make him climax even harder. he loved knowing he brought you to that edge.

needy/touchy nicholas! who, the moment you came and moaned his name, tensed under you as his own release spilled, his stomach flexing as his pleasure overtook him.

needy/touchy nicholas! who was still breathing heavily as you tried to slip away, his arms locking around you. “don’t go,” he murmured, pulling you against his chest, your slick bodies pressed together. his lips trailed soft, lazy kisses down your temple as he whispered, “i need more of you… just stay like this a little longer.”

[sister-lucifer]

“You’re Really Not Cut Out For This…”

A Toby x Gender Neutral Reader Drabble 

Content/Warnings: Porn with no plot, bottom/sub Reader, degradation, a bit of mean Toby, heavy discussion of Reader basically being a free use sex toy, no specified genitalia for Reader, Reader + Toby are both proxies

This is not fully proof read! Please let me know if you see any typos

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR MY WORKS TO BE REPOSTED, USED COMMERCIALLY OR FED TO AN AI. IF YOU DO THIS I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND FUCKING KILL YOU.

“You know, y-you’re reeeaaaally not cut— c-cut out for this-ss-s…t-this ‘job,’ I mean.” 

The sudden admission would make you pause if had the lucidity to do so. You can’t do much of anything with the rabid way Toby’s pounding into you from behind, shoving his cock into you with the whole of his strength without so much as a single thought to your wellbeing. You barely manage to babble out something that sounds like a question. You can feel him smiling despite the forced wrenching of his face. 

“I-I’m just saying,” he continues, punctuating that last word with a particularly acute thrust that makes you squeal, “You d-don’t—shhh!—don’t seem like y-you really enjoy this-ss-s…line of-fff-f work…hell, you’re not good at i-it— it either, if we’re being hones-ss-st-t.” 

There’s no ignoring the cheeky giggle in his voice as he insults you to your face. He leans over you a bit, putting more of his weight on you and practically trapping you beneath him. He keeps talking before you even get a chance to protest. 

“You’re definitely n-not my equal,” he growls with a chuckle, as if highly amused by the idea of your inferiority, “You’ve hardly su— s-succeeded at any mission th-the ‘Boss’ has given you— y-you…but you are so good at this—“ 

He laughs at the way you choke on nothing when he angles his hips upwards just right, hitting that sensitive spot deep inside you that makes you see stars. You can feel his body shudder on top of you, a series of involuntary tongue clicks and whistles interrupting him for a moment before his endless chatter continues on. 

“You’re sooo— s-so fucking good at taking my cock…” 

He can’t contain the flood of sick giggles that burst from his throat before he can truly finish his thought. 

“…Tell you what I’m gonna do.” 

You shiver at how deathly serious his voice becomes suddenly. He’s speaking lowly into your ear, making sure you hear every syllable clear as day.  His stutter even pauses for that moment; he’s focused, suddenly, and a focused Toby is rare, but horrific for anyone who happens to be in his line of sight. 

“I’m gonna talk to the ‘Boss’…y-yeah, that’s what I’ll do. I-I’ll tell— t-tell him myself, ‘I don’t t-think the n-new— new— new one is cut out for this.’”

He grabs at your arms, pinning them to the mattress as he uses his body to hold you down. He’s starting to lose his steady pace as his excitement builds, his fingers flexing and popping in ways they shouldn’t be able to as he grasps your wrists.

“And he’ll l-listen to me, you know? H-He’ll lis— l-listen-nn-n to me, I know he will, be— b-because— beep! beep!— because I’m his f-ff-favorite.”

The word ‘favorite’ echoes in your mind, making you dizzy and sick. As much as you and the others are convinced that creature can’t feel emotion at all, it does show favoritism. It doesn’t love Toby, it doesn’t even care about him; on some level, Toby has to know that, he’s smarter than he lets on, but… 

…He doesn’t care. 

All he knows is that he’s getting positive attention from something, and it’s going straight to his ego. The only saving grace is that he’s usually too juvenile and short sighted to use that power against his fellow proxies. 

Usually. 

Unless he can get something he really wants out of it. 

“I-I’ll tell him, I’ll tell him-mm-m you’d be better off as my toy.” 

You nearly choke as Toby rocks you forward with a particularly hard thrust. You can feel your legs trembling, nothing more than jello underneath you, barely holding you up. Toby sucks in a breath through his crooked teeth as he watches you put the pieces together in your mind, though you can do little to show it. 

“That’s right, that’s-ss-s right!” He repeats, sounding far too pleased with himself, “I’ll tell him you’d be b-better off-ff-f being used, just-t something I can use— u-use— use to unwind after I do all the hard work that y-you— you could never.” 

He breaks out into giggles again, wrapping an arm around your neck and stifling your air without warning. You grasp onto his sleeve, clawing at his arm, but you’re far too shaky and weak to pull it away. He forces you to look him in the eyes, not wanting even a scrap of your attention to not be on him. 

“That’s right, you h-hear that?” He manages to choke out between his laughter, “I’m gon-nn-a get you demoted to a fucking hole!” 

He pushes—throws, really—your head back into the mattress before even have the chance to argue. He shoves your face into the bed, hand tangled in your hair as you whimper pathetically, exactly how he likes. He runs his tongue over his lips as he looks down at you, completely helpless underneath him, and it sends a surge of sick pleasure through his body.

“Just enjoy it,” He hisses through gritted teeth, “Because when I-I get m-mm-my way, this is all you’ll ever do.”

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[lordprettyflackotara]

Hey Tara, could you do some Toby fluff? Like, specifically a fempov after a nasty breakup...??? Sorry for the weird request ik you usually do smut but I love your style and need some sort of comfort after my boyfriend left me, even if it is just a fictional character... Love you ❤️

-🫀

crown || ticci toby

‘wait, you can’t please everybody’

sum: after a messy breakup you’re undeniably heartbroken and toby wants to make you feel better

tw: unintentionally a little angsty but mostly fluff

a/n: my dearest anon, i am so sorry i just now saw your request. i hope this is not too late and hopefully helps you navigate through your journey and makes you feel a little better. i went through a messy breakup around christmas as well and feel like this resonates with me as well. i’m not the best at writing fluff but i tried, i hope you enjoy and are doing well <3

“I-I found you!”

You could hear that Toby was excited, even as your back was turned to him. You had been curled up in a ball for the past hour, hiding in the attic of the mansion. Dust covered boxes were scattered around the room, your small form perched beside the oval window. You didn’t say anything, unable to match Toby’s typical perky energy. Your knees were tucked to your chest, your gaze settled on the grass outside.

Toby frowned slightly at your lack of a response, the young proxy walking around one of the boxes. “Hey, y-you good?” He asked unsurely. Toby wasn’t good at handling negative emotions, or so he thought. The moonlight gave him a good look at your face, which made his eyes go wide. Bags hung under your eyes, your lips chapped so much they were becoming cracked. Your eyes were undeniably puffy, which he suspected to be from hours of crying. He approached you quickly, squatting down in front of you. He shoved his orange goggles onto his head, licking his own dry lips.

“T-Talk to m-me, what’s wrong?”

The concern lacing Toby’s words was almost enough to send you over the edge again. You inhaled, trying to refrain from more salty tears from escaping your waterline.

“We didn’t workout.”

Your words hung heavy in the air, your ex boyfriend’s name on the tip of your tongue. It felt odd to think about, nevertheless say out loud. Toby’s brain instantly clicked, his bandaged hand reaching out to touch yours. “That’s a g-good thing though r-right? Wasn’t he an asshole towards t-the end anyways?” He asked unsurely. Your eyes were sharp as you met his puppy dog gaze, your flicker of anger immediately diminishing. Instead you took a deep breath, realizing how irrational your scattered emotions were.

In through your nose, out through your mouth.

“It’s not that simple. You don’t know, how horrid the actual breakup was. It was like, the shell of the person I used to know. The man I used to know vanished right before my eyes and got replaced with whatever the fuck he is now,” You rambled. You could feel yourself getting worked up, Toby’s eyes softening as he looked up at you. “I spent so much time, so much time with him and now it’s wasted. Gone. Like it meant nothing at all to him, but it meant everything to me,” You continued. Tears flooded your waterline with ease, painful flashes of memories appearing in your mind. You bit your bottom lip, attempting to stop the tears from flowing. “And I don’t know how i’m supposed to do this. How i’m supposed to waltz around like I know what i’m doing. He was my rock and now he’s gone. It’s like he was never here and I feel like i’m going insane,” You whimpered lowly, unable to stop the tears from free falling.

Toby was never good with dealing with heavy human emotions. Most of the time the responsibility of handling them was handled by someone else in the mansion. But you were the apple of his eye, one his favorite people to walk the planet. So instead he tuned into his instincts, hoping that what he was about to do was even semi socially appropriate. He rose to his feet, sitting across from you on the bench built into the large window. Stretching his long arms outwards he wrapped them around you, pulling you against him abruptly. You tensed for a moment, feeling Toby hold you so close. It wasn’t until your brain registered his warmth and earthy scent that you finally allowed yourself to crumble.

You felt like your lungs were going to collapse, your breath shallow as you nuzzled your face into his chest. Your chest felt tight, your sobs muffled as you cried into his signature jacket. Your soft sounds only made him hold you tighter, the brunette careful to not squeeze you too hard. Toby swallowed, bringing his slender fingers to your hair. Unsurely, he began to stroke it, hoping it would bring you some sort of ease. He continued these actions until you had no tears left to cry, your wheezing now simmering down to deep breaths. “I’m s-sorry I don’t h-have the inhaler,” Toby apologized, regretting leaving it with Tim. (It was in fact Tim’s inhaler).

His sudden outburst made you chuckle, even as a few more stray tears slid down your cheeks. You pulled back a few inches, just enough for Toby to see your face. He didn’t like seeing you like this, so hurt. Without thinking he raised his hand, fingertips grazing your cheek as he tucked some stray hairs behind your ear. “F-Fuck him, you’re the important one, y-you’re the one,” Toby said as confidently as he could muster. You knew his words meant well, even if they didn’t come out the way he meant for them to. He used the pad of his thumb to swipe away the few remaining tears, cupping your cheeks. Your eyes fluttered closed, your face relaxing in the palms of his hands.

Social constructs were a mystery to Toby, truthfully. But he knew in this moment to do what he thought was best. He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. He ignored any emotion he felt towards the gesture, his attention completely centralized on you. “Y-You know i’m not the b-b-best with words, but I p-promise everything’s gonna be okay,” He mumbled, his chocolate eyes filled with worry as he tried to catch your gaze. Your glassy eyes eventually met his, your bottom lip trembling as you confessed, “He’s the one who left me, Toby.”

You might as well have shot him dead then and there. Toby couldn’t feel pain, due to a list of neurological disorders he couldn’t bother to remember. But he knew for a fact he felt a pang of despair mixed with anger thud in his chest. “P-Piece of shit,” He grumbled, his hands still cupping your cheeks. The animalistic side of Toby wanted to find him, to make him hurt for causing you so much pain. But the soft look in your eyes, the way you were borderline clinging to him, made those thoughts evaporate. You came first. You needed him. You needed Toby more than you needed anyone. Swallowing thickly Toby tilted your head upwards, forcing you to look at him.

“You’re b-better off without him, alright? I never liked him anyways,” Toby started. Maybe this wasn’t the correct way to comfort someone, maybe he should try a different route instead of spewing insults. He dug into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small joint. “It’s n-not much but, we can s-smoke and talk about it,” He offered. This made a sad smile creep up your lips, your hands moving to open the window. “I think i’d like that Toby,” You agreed. You both readjusted in your seats, turning to face the window. Toby admired the moon as you took the joint between your lips, sparking the lighter. Again, social constructs were foreign to him. But as he threw his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer, he got the sense he made the right decision.

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bonding.

featuring: Umemiya Hajime x f!reader

contains: reader is Umemiya's stepsister, pseudo inc*st, sneaky s*x, unprotected s*x, spooning, riding, creampie

word count: 1.1k

note: all characters are aged up to 21+!

MDNI | 18+ content

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Thinking about stepbrother!Umemiya but in the dirtiest way possible.

Umemiya sneaks into your room at night after your parents have gone to bed, climbing under your sheets to slot himself behind you. His arms wrap tight around your middle, sliding under your pyjama top to cup one of your breasts.

“Missed you today,” Umemiya murmurs against your neck between kisses, making you smile.

“You saw me all day,” you whisper, back arching as he tweaks one of your nipples.

“But I didn’t get to do this.” You can feel him grin against you, hips stirring as he gropes your tits.

Umemiya hates not being able to touch you all day, hates that you have to keep this secret when all he wants to do is show you off. He savours these moments where he gets to touch you freely, gets to feel you react to his touch. He was already hard before he came here, just thinking about your skin against his again.

He slides a hand down under your panties and finds you already soaked.

“Missed you today, too,” you tell him, turning your head to kiss him.

The last three months have consisted of this, of sneaking around and stolen moments, ever since your mom and his dad decided to have a whirlwind wedding, forcing your lives together.

Now every night is the same – Umemiya treasuring these few hours alone with you, even though it breaks his heart every time he has to leave.

He deepens the kiss, his fingers dipping between your folds to gather your slick and using it to rub languid circles across your swollen clit. You push your hips back, feeling his hard-on through his boxer briefs as Umemiya moans lightly into your mouth.

You’ve both gotten good at this, at staying quiet and slow so the bed doesn’t creak too much. It’s how Umemiya prefers it anyway – soft and sweet - but he lives for the day he gets to hear you moan properly. You break away from the kiss to bite back a gasp, your pleasure building quickly, and Umemiya nuzzles against your ear, his cock straining.

“You looked so pretty today,” he murmurs, grinding against your ass. “I wanted to kiss you so badly.”

He punctuates with a kiss against your shoulder, his teeth nipping at you lightly. He has to fight the urge not to suck a bruise against your skin, not to mark you and show every one Umemiya is yours.

“Please, Haji…” you whisper-moan. “Want to feel you.”

Umemiya is happy to oblige. He pulls his cock free and you re-align your hips, hooking your leg backwards over his so he can access you better. It’s not long before you feel the delicious stretch of his cock as he eases into you.

Umemiya rocks his hips, your pussy slick and hot around him as he buries his face in the crook of your neck to muffle a moan. He continues to play with your clit, feeling the way you clench around him.

“This is so wrong…” you whisper.

Umemiya’s used to this. Used to hearing you say “this is wrong” or “we shouldn’t be doing this”. The first few times, he stilled and asked if you were sure, if you wanted him to stop. But you never do. You just want to say it out loud – the taboo of it.

Umemiya feels you squeeze him tight and knows half of you is turned on by your arrangement, by the fact that you’re stepsiblings. But when you’re gushing around him, your plush walls so wet and tight with your arousal, he finds it hard to argue. If you’re going to feel this good, he’ll even help.

“You love your stepbrother’s cock, don’t you?” he whispers hoarsely against the shell of your ear. “You love being stuffed full every night.”

Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as Umemiya slowly pistons his cock in and out of you, his filthy words in your ear. You quietly cum, your nails digging into Umemiya’s forearm as your body tenses, pleasure wracking every limb.

“That’s it, baby.” Umemiya fucks you through your orgasm. “That’s my good girl.”

He pulls out, leaving you with a weirdly empty feeling between your legs, but he doesn’t leave you for long. Umemiya throws the covers off you both, rolling onto his back.

“Come here, pretty girl,” he whispers, beckoning you over.

You climb on top of him, sinking down onto his length as Umemiya pulls you down for a kiss. You lay against his chest, flush with his torso, as Umemiya grabs your hips. His strong hands guide you, dragging your hips back and forth, never breaking the kiss.

You languidly make out, tongues sliding over each other as Umemiya continues to guide your hips. His cock slides in and out of you, your clit rubbing against his pelvis. The sounds of your sloppy cunt being fucked fill the room but you’re both in too deep a haze, too lost in each other’s pleasure to notice.

You grind down harder, your second orgasm approaching, as you desperately seek more friction against your clit. Umemiya’s cock throbs inside you, his fat mushroom tip rubbing along the sensitive spot on your walls.

You’re so wet it’s started to drip down your thighs and onto Umemiya’s, matting his pubic hair and soaking the sheets. No one else has ever had this kind of effect on you, no one else has come close to making you feel this horny.

“G-Gonna, cum, H-Haji…” you say against his mouth, Umemiya not letting you break the kiss. He had to wait all day to kiss you so he always makes the most of it, never feeling more turned on than when you’re making out with him.

He already knows you’re close even without you telling him. Your walls hug him tight, reluctant to let him go, greedy for him. Umemiya licks into you mouth, your wet kiss almost as sloppy as your fucking, feeling his balls tighten.

“I’m close too, baby,” he says between kisses. “You want it inside so I can fuck you with it later?”

You meet his tongue with your own, nodding quickly. The promise of Umemiya fucking his cum back into you is enough to topple you over the edge.

You break away from the kiss as your orgasm overtakes you but keep your lips against his, you breath mingling. You can’t stop yourself from moaning this time, a flurry of whispered curses leaving your lips as Umemiya fucks you through your second orgasm.

He follows quickly, holding you in place and thrusting up as he fills you with his cum. Umemiya moans with you, his fingers digging into your hips as he unloads inside you. He can never cum this hard on his own - the feel of filling you with his seed is absolutely intoxicating.

You collapse on top of him, your face against his neck as you both breathe hard. Umemiya strokes featherlight touches up your back. He knows he’ll have to leave soon, before he can fall asleep here, but he’ll prolong this moment as long as possible.

And, he thinks with a smile, he did promise you another round.

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Worth the Fight: Comes in Waves

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CW: Language, smut (unprotected sex, I mean you’re literally pregnant so yeah he didn’t wrap it up lol), per usual Harry is panicking.

A/N: I think this is some progress and I am excited to see how y’all feel about it! Also I’ve never written anything like this before so be gentle with me! Enjoy Harry being a complete mess✨

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Summary: You finally get your rocking chair, Harry is dealing with some odd feelings all while the two of you try to figure out the best way to tell the world you’re pregnant✨

Harry can hear the faint sound of music coming from under the bathroom door but he can’t tell what song it is or who’s singing because all he can focus on is how good the person’s neck he has his face nuzzled into smells and how good he feels. If he had to describe it he’d say it’s an intoxicating mixture of something fruity combined with just a hint of sweat that adds to the feeling of pure bliss that’s got him surrounded like he’s being engulfed in a warm blanket. His hands are roughly gripping their hips as their dress is hiked up, panties pushed to the side while his jeans and boxers are down by his ankles allowing him to have all the access he needs while they are sat on the edge of the counter next to the sink. A low moan comes from deep inside his chest when he feels nails digging into his back from under his shirt desperately trying to pull him closer.

“Fuck baby.” His voice is muffled as he barely lifts his lips away from the spot below their ear. “You feel so good.” He punctuates each word with a hard thrust as one of his hands slides down their hip to under their thigh so he can wrap their leg around his waist letting him get a little deeper, each thrust of his hips has the tip of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside making them let out a loud moan.

“Oh god.” A breathy moan leaves their lips when Harry begins nipping at their neck as he keeps up the quick and rough pace of his thrusts. He can feel the velvety walls of their pussy begin to squeeze around his cock as his grip on their thigh tightens. “Don’t stop Harry please don’t stop.” Harry looks up and catches a glimpse of the person’s face in the mirror when they lean their head back and rest a hand on the counter behind them and then suddenly everything turns black.

Harry’s eyes snap open as he shoots up in his bed, his chest is rising and falling rapidly as he tries to catch his breath. He looks down at his hands that are fisting his sheets, releasing his grip on the soft fabric he runs a hand through his hair finding it a little damp no doubt from sweat. His mind is spinning trying to catch up with him and realize he’s awake as he looks around his dark bedroom his eyes squinting at the clock on his nightstand. A groan leaves his lips as his head falls back down onto his pillow when he sees it’s just a little after four in the morning.

“What the fuck.” He mutters to himself as he places both hands on his face as he tries to come to terms with the fact he just woke up in the middle of a very hot and heavy dream. A hot and heavy dream that he swears felt more like just reliving a memory than an actual dream, but more importantly this dream was about you, the mother of his children that he’s due to see in a little less than five hours.

“This is not good.” He mumbles as he tosses the sheets over himself after a few minutes of staring at the ceiling. Coming to the conclusion sleep isn’t coming back to him tonight he rolls out of bed and slowly walks to his bathroom, refusing to look at himself in the mirror when he flicks on the lights he walks over to the shower. “Why’d it have to be today? Of all days?” He groans as he turns the water on, leaving it on cold in hopes the chill of the water will help clear his mind. He’s willing to try anything that will have him be able to go about his day with you with minimal issues because at the moment the thought of being around you does nothing but make his skin feel hot and his heart to race as images of you in not the most appropriate positions fill his mind.

“For fuck sake Harry get it together.” He scolds himself as he undresses and steps into the shower and closes his eyes as he turns his face up towards the water, with each drop that falls on him and runs down his body he’s imagining it’s washing away all the filthy thoughts and images of you and sending them down the drain by his feet. But something inside him knows that’s not the case, he’s not that lucky when it comes to you but it can’t hurt for him to at least try be a little optimistic.

All of Harry’s early morning hopes of being optimistic about not letting his dream affect the rest of his day have officially gone out the window as he stands in your kitchen. He swears he’s not trying to be weird and he really is doing his best to focus on what you’re telling him but it’s as if his mind at the moment can only seem to make everything you say or do snap him back to the dream he just woke up from not even six hours ago.

He doesn’t know why the simple mention of you wanting pineapple in your morning juice has his eyes closing for a split second as the vision of his lips trailing opened mouth kisses down the side of your neck spills into his brain like a flash flood. It’s as if he can still smell the faint scent of your skin as soon as he cuts into the fruit causing its sweet and tangy fragrance to hit his nose. He opens his eyes when he realizes that’s the same fruity smell he couldn’t place, pineapples but there’s also something mixed within it but luckily he knows exactly what it is.

“Cherries.” He whispers to himself as he looks down at the cutting board and goes back to slicing the rest of the fruit so he can add it to the blender. He doesn’t know why you smelled like a mixture of pineapples and cherries but then again he still isn’t sure if his dream is just a dream or a memory that’s slowly starting to reveal itself to him.

“I don’t have cherries.” Your voice snaps Harry fully out of his thoughts as he turns his head to see you staring at him with a quirked brow and your hands on your hips. “Are you okay? You look a little-”

“I’m fine-totally fine.” He knows his cheeks are pink and his eyes are probably a bit darker due to the images and thoughts swirling around his head but he hopes you don’t look too far into it and just brush the whole moment off as him just having an odd morning.

“Do-do you like cherries? I can get some from the store next time I do a grocery run.” He quickly adds while putting his focus back on the fruit in front of him hoping your pregnancy brain will help you switch from worrying about if he’s okay to thinking about fruits and vegetables for your juices next week.

“I don’t really know if I like cherries.” This answer has Harry rubbing his lips together as he nods while you run a hand over your growing bump. “Honestly I’ve only ever had them in cocktails. My go to pre pregnancy was vodka with pineapple and they always toss in cherries with it I’m not sure why.” The knife nearly drops from his hand as you casually confirm that you do in fact drink cocktails with cherries and pineapple making his dream have a more memory feel to it than just a normal sex dream he’d have about someone he finds attractive.

“I’ll pick some up for you to try.”

“Okay.” You say with a shrug before turning and heading into the living room, Harry lets out a deep sigh of relief that for the moment you seem to have let his odd behavior go. For the rest of the time he’s in the kitchen Harry doesn’t let his mind wander off into the deep end, he stays focused on the task at hand because he knows the two of you have a busy day ahead so he needs to be mentally present and not off daydreaming about how good you felt wrapped around him while sitting on a bathroom counter.

“Here you go.” You give him a big grin as he hands you a glass of juice he just made, he even went ahead and put it in your favorite glass that has little books all over it with a lid and glass straw that one of your coworkers gave you for your birthday last year.

“Oh god that’s good.” Your words have Harry’s hands sweating as he watches you close your eyes and tilt your head back so it’s resting on the back of your couch. He swallows thickly as he practically falls into the loveseat across from you as his mind takes a nose dive straight into the deep end of the endless pool of thoughts swishing around in his head.

“Right there.” Your voice is rough as Harry gives you a particularly harsh thrust while his hand that’s not holding your leg over his hip slips down between your open thighs. “Oh god-fuck that’s so good.” You pant as Harry’s thumb beings rubbing circles over your clit, adding just the right amount of pressure to have your eyes squeezing shut in pleasure.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Harry shakes his head as if his mind is some sort of etch-a-sketch and the faster he shakes it the quicker the images that have momentarily taken over his thoughts will disappear.

It’s when he looks at you and sees the concern etched on your face that he becomes very aware of how he looks. His hands are gripping the armrests of the loveseat so tightly his knuckles are white, his cheeks feel hot and he’s sure if he checked he would have a slight sheen on his forehead as if he’s about to break out into a full body sweat due to the way his whole body feels as if it’s on fire. So he clears his throat and says the only thing he can think of on the spot.

“Yeah I just-uh too much caffeine this morning my mind s’a bit all over the place and uhm it’s giving me-me uh a hot flash of sorts.” He pinches the fabric of his shirt right below the collar and makes a show of trying to cool himself down by tugging it up and down a few times.

“How much caffeine did you have because you’re all flushed.” You lean over to place your glass down on the coffee table before standing up so you can step around the table so you’re now standing next to an armrest of the loveseat. Harry feels his heart rate rise as you place a steady hand on top of the armrest so you can lean over and run a hand through his hair. “Did you shower right before coming over? Why is your hair damp?” He wants to answer your question, truly he does but all Harry can think about is how good your hand feels as it runs through his hair.

“N-no I didn’t shower right before-”

“Oh gross it’s wet from sweat? Harry that’s not normal are you sure you’re not sick or something you look-and I’m sorry for how rude this sounds but you look like shit.” He lets out a pathetic sounding noise that you either didn’t hear or are choosing to ignore when you quickly snatch your hand out of his hair and wipe your palm off on your bike shorts.

“M’fine really.” He stands up making you take a step backwards but the look on your face tells him you don’t believe him, but thankfully you just send him a pointed glare before turning so you can head down the hallway.

“You’re very far from fine but whatever just don’t get sick on my couch because then I’ll have to burn it and I really love my couch.” You tell him as you walk down the hallway to grab your computer from your bedroom.

Harry takes the few minutes he has alone to run a hand over his face before he closes his eyes lets out a few deep calming breaths. “I will not have anymore inappropriate thoughts about the mother of my children. I will remain calm cool and collected the rest of the day.” He thinks to himself, repeating it over and over again like a mantra. It’s not until he hears the sound of ice clanking the sides of your metal water bottle that he opens his eyes and takes a seat on the couch.

“What’s this guy’s name again that we are meeting with?” You ask as you take a seat next to him after placing your laptop on the coffee table.

“His name is Jeff he’s my manager but also a good friend of mine. I’ve known him since back in the One Direction days.”

“Okay and he’s going to help us determine when to post the baby announcements? That’s what this meeting is about right?”

“Uh yeah and he’s just going to give us some ideas on what to expect after the announcements are made public and uhm just-stuff like that.” You just nod as you turn on your laptop so you can log into Zoom, Harry chews on his bottom lip as he tries not to let his eyes focus on any part of you for too long because he knows that will only cause issues and he really needs to be alert for this meeting. But when his eyes land on your fingers as they move around the keyboard just simply typing in your information he knows he’s royally screwed because all his mind will let him think about are how those same fingers felt running through his hair.

“Ready?” Harry can only nod as he prepares to have to white knuckle his thoughts during this meeting since just a simple glance at your fingers has his mind reeling.

“So you’re saying you think he should tag me in the post?” Harry looks away from the screen and towards you as you raise an eyebrow at Jeff who in turn just nods his head before turning his attention from Harry over to you.

“I think it’s smarter to just get it out of the way because people will figure out who you are eventually even if he doesn’t tag you so this way we have a little more control over the situation. But what do you think Harry? Are you comfortable with that?” He can feel your eyes on him the moment he turns to look back at Jeff, he rubs his lips together as he messes with the ring on his index finger.

“I uhm-yeah I’m fine with that.” He answers while nodding his head. “Besides your profile is private already so that helps.”

“It helps to a degree but you’re still going to get bombarded on all socials so just be prepared for that.” Harry absentmindedly nods in agreement and if he’s being honest he hasn’t ever wanted a meeting to be over with so badly in his life like he does this one.

He’s been struggling to maintain control of his thoughts since the moment he chanced a small glance in your direction at the beginning of the zoom call just to see you chewing on your bottom lip. What nearly sent him over the edge was when you swiped your tongue over them to get them wet before speaking, it’s like you did it on purpose making sure to do it torturously slow making him have to clear his throat and get up to grab a glass of water before his mind got the better of him.

“I think I can handle that. I only have an Instagram but do you think-I mean I won’t need like a body guard or anything right?”

“That’s up to you. We can see how it goes once it’s out there and if you feel like you need one we can set that up but you’ll be getting a driver that was something Harry mentioned wanting-I think starting next week after the announcement.”

“You want me to have a driver?” It takes Harry a moment to realize you’re speaking to him, it’s not until you place a hand on his arm that he zones back in on what’s happening and what the three of you are discussing.

“A driver? Oh uh yeah I-I was gonna let you use Nick since you’re familiar with him.”

“Nick is your driver.”

“Well now he’s yours.” Harry says with a smile that he knows Jeff can tell is forced as his eyes go from looking at you back to staring at Harry.

“So do-do you have anymore questions?” Jeff asks in a quick save for Harry because it makes you turn your attention away from him and towards the screen of your laptop.

“Not right now. So on Monday we both just post the same photo with similar captions and that’s it?”

“Yeah pretty much. Pick whatever photo the two of you agree on and the rest we will deal with as needed.” Harry nods his head as he half pay attention to the words coming out of his manager’s mouth. You nervously begin to spin the silver band on your thumb finger around as you take in all the information Jeff has dropped on you over the last half hour.

“Okay well thank you. It was nice to meet you Jeff.”

“No problem. You’ll be taken care of okay? We won’t let this get too crazy and it was nice meeting you as well. Hopefully we can meet for lunch or something soon.”

“Yeah sounds good. Talk to you soon Jeffrey.” Harry says with a smile while Jeff sends him a look that tells Harry he’s going to be getting a call from him later. But with a few waves and another round of goodbyes you’re leaning over and closing the zoom application and shutting your laptop.

“That was a lot.” You say in a huff that makes Harry feel like he is being tossed right back into the deep end of his mind that’s a swirling whirlpool of bits and pieces of what he has now come to realize is a memory his mind is trying to put together like a puzzle.

“That was-that was a lot.” He pants as he rests his head on your shoulder and tries to catch his breath. You let out a satisfied huff as you lean your head back so it’s resting on the mirror, your eyes are closed but you still have a hand in Harry’s hair and one fisting the front of his shirt.

“Told you I could handle it.” Your breathy laugh mixed with your nails lightly scratching at his scalp as you run your hand through his hair has Harry letting out a groan as his grip on your hips tighten.

“I only doubted you for a second.” He teases between kisses to the top of your shoulder making a stream of giggles escape you as your hand loosens its grip on the fabric of his shirt.

When Harry feels your hand on his leg he jolts back to the moment and he knows he has to tell you what’s going on because he can tell by the way your brows furrow and the corners of your mouth turn down a bit as you look at him that you’re concerned for him. He doesn’t want to keep making you feel worried about him when in reality all he is doing is having dirty dreams and now daydreams about you, the only mildly concerning thing about them being the timing. He just doesn’t know when would be the appropriate time to tell you this so he just places a hand on top of yours that’s on his leg and gives it a soft squeeze, his silent way of trying to let you know everything is going to be fine.

It’s as if the universe is trying to really teach Harry a lesson today, what the lesson is he has no clue but there’s no rational reason why hearing you laugh and let out a tiny squeal of excitement over your new rocking chair being delivered should have his pulse quickening and his heart rate rising. But that’s what’s currently happening as he stands in the doorway of the nursery and watches you walk over to the green and white striped chair, a smile on your face as you ease yourself down onto the soft cushions. He crosses his arms over his chest as a smile slowly stretches across his face as you close your eyes and begin to gently rock yourself in the chair.

“Oh this is perfect.” Your voice is soft and low as you open your eyes and give Harry a nod of approval since he’s the one who ended up picking the chair out for you from an online store his sister recommended after he learned that a used one just wouldn’t do. “I know just what it needs.” Harry quirks a brow as he watches you get up and walk over to Nora’s crib, the one closest to the door.

Your back is facing him as you lean down into the crib to grab something and the view of you bent over has his head spinning and his hands curling into fists as they fall to his sides. But this time before he can allow himself to indulge in even a second of another glimpse of the memory his mind so desperately is trying to put together he blurts something out that has you momentarily freezing in your spot bent over the crib.

“I remember the night we met.” His words are rushed and his voice is a little louder than necessary but he just needed to get it off his chest. “Or I uhm remember-parts of the night we met.” He explains not wanting you to think all of a sudden he can remember everything that happened between the two of you because he only can remember a very certain part of the night.

“Parts? What parts do you remember?” He swallows down the nerves he feels wanting to take over as you stand up so you can turn around to face him, the pink stuffed bunny from his mother clutched to your chest.

“The uhm-uhm bath-bathroom.” His face is on fire as he admits the only part of the night he can sort of remember.

“Oh my god.” The hand that’s not holding the stuffed bunny comes up to cover your face as a few chuckles erupt from your chest. “Of course you remember the bathroom.” Harry doesn’t understand if you’re mad or not so he just looks down at your feet as you run your hand through your hair. “Is that why you’ve been so weird today?”

“Uhm well-yeah yes that’s why I’ve been a little off today.”

“Off? Harry you’ve been acting like you’re on the verge of spontaneously combusting all day.”

“I’m sorry I just-I had a uhm.” He can’t believe he’s about to admit this to you but it’s the truth and you deserve to hear it. “A dream about it last night and then I realized it wasn’t really a dream it was more like I was reliving a memory.” You want to laugh at how absurd it is that of all the things that took place that night his mind opted to have him remember their romp in the bathroom, but you can tell by the way he’s avoiding looking at you that he’s a little embarrassed about it.

“Well if you remember that maybe the rest of the night will show up in your dreams eventually too.” Your words are somehow exactly what Harry needed to hear making relief wash over him like an ocean wave, you give him a reassuring smile when he slowly lifts his head until his eyes meet yours. “Can I ask you something?”

“Uh sure. Yeah. You can ask me anything.”

“Which part had you sweating and white knuckling the armrest of my love seat earlier?” Harry rolls his eyes while shaking his head as his cheeks turn red at your teasing question. You try to hold back your laughter but it’s useless making Harry let out a dramatic huff as he turns to walk out of the nursery.

“I’m just gonna leave you to enjoy your new rocking chair. Call me if you need anything and uh-I’ll see you Sunday.” He pauses in the doorway when he sees you take a few steps towards him so you can reach out and place your free hand on his forearm.

“Thank you for the chair Harry I really do love it.” With that he just gives you a smile as you drop your hand from his arm. He takes a few steps into the hallway, running both hands through his hair as he finally feels like he’s not hiding anything from you.

Well he is still hiding one thing from you, the fact he has a massive crush on you. As he walks to your front door he thinks calling the feelings he has for you a crush doesn’t do them justice, it feels deeper now that he can remember having you in the most intimate way but that’s something he knows can wait to be discussed when he’s not trying to fight off his dirty thoughts about you left and right. That’s something that deserves to be talked about over dinner or even during an episode of The Voice that you now force him to watch all while he tries to not act like he’s jealous every time you swoon over Niall, but either way it can wait a few more days until he can get a firmer grip on how he feels about you and also is more prepared for the off chance you to tell him you don’t feel the same.

[sweetshuga]

๋࣭𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝟐 ✰ 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑶𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 ⋆ 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝑶𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏

ⓘ 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓! ⋆ +𝟏𝟖 ⋆ Obscene descriptions! ⋆ strong language! ⋆ established relationship ⋆ p in v ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ dumbification ⋆ pet names ⋆ size kink ⋆ choking kink ⋆ creampie

𝒘𝒄. 𝟒𝟖𝟑

𝒂𝒏. Since I’ve done a Matt only version, I thought I should make a Chris one as well.

𝒑𝒔𝒂! English is not my first language!

𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅? Nope, maybe by me loool

You had never seen your boyfriend be this passionate, and well, he usually stuck to vanilla sex to keep it safe since he didn’t want to hurt you in any way. He always wants you to feel comfortable and thoroughly pleased without being sore the next day, but today was different.

He’s quite literally moaning and groaning loudly while stuffing you dumb and full of his thick length. It was hitting all the right spots and making you cry out into the bed under you, stars dancing behind your eyes. Is the pleasure too much to the point of needing a break from it?

Oh, don’t be ridiculous, you can take more.

"Haahhh—fuck! Can you fuckin’ feel me destroying this tight fucking pussy?" He rasped, his hands barely holding himself up as his hips slammed against your ass, fucking you into the bed.

The sounds were pornographic to say the least.

Wet noises – squelches and shlop’s – filled the room, bouncing off the walls and back in your ear, adding to the intensity of it all. You couldn’t even recognize your own voice, but you were too cock-drunk to think anyway.

"Yeah, fuckin’ take it all, your pussy’s grippin’ me so good—shit—ahh fuck," he moaned, babbling profanities, his pelvis crashing against your plump cheeks and making sickening slapping sounds. "Won’t last—nmghh—if you suffocate my cock like that," he hissed.

The bed was shaking and creaking underneath you, the sounds still not enough to drown out your shared moans. Although, your head was pushed into the sheets by Chris, it wasn’t nearly enough to silence your screams of pleasure.

Oh did he love your sweet screams—the sounds you made were heavenly.

You went dead silent when your second orgasm crashed over you, gasping loudly a minute later before letting out a series of high pitched keens – muffled, but not silenced, by the mattress.

Chris could feel your pussy spasming and quivering, sucking him in as it pulsed around his rock hard cock. "Thaaat’s right, fucking cream on my dick, yeah? Jus’ let go baby," his hand snaked around and gripped your throat gently, applying enough pressure to make you lightheaded.

He pulled your head back, letting your moans echo. He buried his face in your shoulder blade and started to angle his hips to hit your g-spot specifically and all thoughts dispersed from your mind.

Your mind was blank, quite literally dumbified by his cock.

A few more slams into your greedy pussy was all it took for Chris to release his load deep within you. He bottomed out, grinding his hips against your ass as thick rope after rope of milky cum painted your velvety walls white.

Your body shuddered under him, the only thought in your head being the exquisite feeling of being creampied to the brim.

You were both hooked, and probably not going back to normal sex for a long while.

𓆩♡𓆪

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[ssweetleaf]

i wanna give kurt his first ever bj and watch him cum so hard in like five seconds- I wanna give that first lick and hear him choke on the little whine he lets out. He’s trying to be cool and/or impress you by lasting a while but he severely underestimates how fucking good your mouth feels.

His hands curled in your hair, face twisted almost like he’s in pain. His hips are bucking up, desperate to get more of your mouth on him

stop it anon, bc you’re making me sweattttt 😮‍💨

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

He’d show you around his room, stuttering proudly about his streaming setup, completely unaware of your bored expression and you couldn’t quite find it in you to just be nice to him and let him ramble about his silly cameras and PC.

“Have you ever been blown, Kurt?” You hummed, stopping him in his tracks, watching with a sigh when his brows furrowed.

“I don’t— b-blown?” He stuttered, cheeks warming with a soft hue of pink, hand scratching at the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his.

You huffed, rolling your eyes, though you couldn’t stop your mouth from salivating at the thought of being on your knees for this pathetic excuse of a man.

“Let me say it nice ‘n’ slow, so you understand,” you cooed mockingly, stepping closer towards him, face impossibly close to his. “Has anyone sucked your cock?”

He gasped, breath hitching in his throat and choking on his words, his once soft blush turning deep and dark, trailing from his cheeks to his neck and chest— entirely flustered.

“I- no,” he breathed.

“Would you like to find out what it feels like?” You trailed a finger down his chest, stopping at the elastic of his sweatpants, curling your knuckle under it before snapping it back into place. “Cause it feels real good, Kurtie.”

Kurt’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, gawping at you before nodding shakily.

“Gotta say it out loud,” you spoke, cocking an eyebrow at him before he uttered out his response, a short “yes, please,” and a surge of warmth bloomed throughout your chest at being the first person to do something so intimate to him.

So, with a firm hand, you pushed at his chest, letting him slump clumsily into his gaming chair, the wheels creaking at the weight of him.

You got to your knees, shuffling closer, your palms rubbing at his thighs and you tried to stifle your smile when you caught sight of his bulge, already rock hard— it was bigger than you expected, much, much bigger, and you wondered what it’d look like when it wasn’t underneath a few layers of fabric.

It wasn’t long before you had his sweatpants pooled around his ankles, his boxers too, and his cock stood to attention, throbbing hotly whenever you merely looked at it, little pearlescent strings of pre-cum oozing from his tip and dripping onto the pudge of his stomach.

“You’re so big, Kurtie,” you cooed, wrapping your hand around his cock, feeling it pulse at your touch, his skin so soft and smooth, and you fluttered your lashes up at him when you pressed a kiss to his tip.

“Oh my go— that feels— OH, wow,” he whined, squeezing his eyes shut, gasping and bucking when you swirled your tongue around his tip, flicking into his slit and swallowing his pre down. “Might— could last a while, might wanna get yourself comfy- Oh!”

You smirked around his length, rolling your eyes at his act of coolness, quickly bobbing your head up and down, up and down, taking his thickness right down to the base and swallowing around it, the crude sounds filling his stuffy room.

Kurt fisted your hair mindlessly, babbling nonsense with each time his cock passed the seam of your lips, and he bucked into your throat, chest heaving, completely under the influence of your wicked mouth.

“‘V got all the time in the world,” you said after taking a breather, stroking him in your fist and watching his face contort into something different, something almost pained.

And as soon as you took him back down your throat, one last swallow, one last inward thrust— it had been 2 minutes tops— his stomach muscles contracted, thighs tensing, thick ropes of cum spurting out of his tip, choking on his breaths as you swallowed it all, giggling around him at how pathetic he was, how little time he had lasted.

[oizysian]

Monster Fucker | Wanda Maximoff

Pairing: Monster!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader Warnings: dubcon, magic penises, demonic tongue action. Word Count: 1.3k Summary: After the Darkhold takes over Wanda, she goes after the one who would love her no matter what.

•Kinktober Masterlist•

She was a monster; a hideous, grotesque warped version of her former self. Despite the fact that she barely even responded to her name, she was still my Wanda.

I watched as she crept towards me, her eyes glowing a deep, dark red, almost completely hidden by the crown that became one with her; covering her eyes and sprouting out of the top of her head like demon horns.

“Wanda …” My voice was strangled, desperate. “You have to break free of the Darkhold. This isn’t you.”

She opened her mouth and bared her razor sharp teeth, her tongue languidly falling from her lips and hanging, dripping eagerly with saliva. She looked … hungry.

She continued to approach me, her breathing heavy as she reached her hand out towards me. Red wisps sparked from her fingertips and wrapped around me. I could feel her slipping inside of my mind, inside of my body, and I did my best to fight it. I couldn’t let the evil of the Darkhold take both of us.

“Wanda …!” I cried, trying my hardest to hold onto whatever little control I had left. “Don’t do this!”

I thought then that she was going to kill me. These were my final moments. The woman who I had loved so dearly, who I had tried so hard to find and save, was going to be the death of me.

She hissed softly, advancing on me, and suddenly images of us in the throes of passion flooded my mind. She was trying to weaken my resolve, and it was working.

“Wanda,” I half moaned. “Stop.”

A wicked smile appeared on her lips. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. Her tongue jutted out, caressing my throat and slipping into my mouth. I fought against her, twisting my head from side to side to free myself, but she was much stronger than I was, and had the advantage.

She retracted her tongue, leaving a messy trail of saliva in her wake.

“Mine.” She hissed, her claw like fingers coming up to caress my cheek, trailing down to the collar of my shirt.

I trembled under her touch, my breathing ragged as I watched her. Her nails went right through my shirt, slicing through it like it was nothing.

“Wanda!” I cried as she let my ruined shirt hit the floor, standing before her in just my bra.

I tried to pull my arms from her magic binds, but couldn’t. I was completely helpless and open to her. She didn’t seem as though she wanted to hurt me, but this wasn’t the Wanda I loved. This wasn’t my Wanda.

Her tongue came down and swirled around my covered breast, soaking the fabric and forcing my nipple to harden under her demonic touch.

I groaned, fear and arousal flooding my senses as she continued to touch me with her long tongue.

“Wanda, y-you need to stop.” I whimpered, her fingers flicking towards the rest of my clothes, leaving me bare before her.

Her smile widened at the sight of me; trembling, aroused, frightened - because of her.

She got down on her knees in front of me, spread my legs with her magic and licked my inner thighs, her long tongue flicked and teased my heated skin before dipping into my growing wetness.

“Oh, fuck, Wanda.” I felt my knees buckle, and thankfully her magic was holding me up, preventing me from falling.

She grabbed at my ass, spreading my cheeks and letting her tongue run from my pussy to my hole, and I could feel my whole body throbbing.

“Wanda, holy shit, fuck.” I moaned, my hips rising to meet the strokes of her tongue.

She let out a low growl, her strong tongue slipping into my cunt again, filling me up completely. I let out a whimpering moan as she fucked me, wishing so badly that I could touch her.

I looked down at her, taken back by the demonic look of her before pleasure rocked through me and I felt nothing but love for her, despite her current form.

I came all over her tongue, but she didn’t stop thrusting up into me, and I could feel her within every inch of me. My slick covered her face and tongue, her hands still gripping me tightly as she fucked me within an inch of my life.

Her tongue slipped out of my heat and trailed its way up my backside, dipping into my tight hole.

“Wanda, wait …” I groaned, my hips still rocking against her despite her prodding my most sensitive area.

I let out a low moan as she fucked my ass, flattening her tongue against my mound so I could grind myself against it as she fucked me.

This monster was still Wanda. She fucked me like Wanda, was careful like Wanda, and compassionate like Wanda - she was Wanda.

Tears built up in my eyes as I was overtaken by the sensations, grinding myself along the length of her tongue while she gently slipped in and out of my ass.

Her nails gently dug into me, leaving little blood trails in their wake. Her eyes met mine and I could almost see my Wanda behind her steely gaze.

“Wanda,” I whined, struggling against my binds. “Let me touch you. Please.”

She pressed her tongue against my clit and I groaned, feeling another orgasm wash over me. I had never cum from someone fucking my ass and playing with my clit before, but it was always something new with Wanda.

My legs shook as I came against her and she licked up all of my cum, cleaning me up and teasing my aching clit as she did so.

“Please, Wanda,” I couldn’t handle another orgasm so soon. “Too much.”

She purred softly, licking me gently as she let me come down from my high. Her magic loosened up on me and she lowered me to the ground with her, releasing me as she laid me out, crawling up my body.

She licked my neck and throat and I held onto her shoulders, bringing her close to me. Before I could say or do anything else, I felt a weight against my thigh. I looked down between us to see Wanda’s naked bottom half now sporting an erect, blood red cock.

“Wanda …” I whimpered softly, shifting against her.

She snarled against my neck, causing me to freeze in place as she thrust herself up against me.

She grabbed my leg, lifting it up so she could slip herself inside me with ease. She practically purred into my ear as she pumped in and out of me slowly, letting me adjust to her size.

I wrapped my free leg around her hip as she pounded into me, grunting softly against my neck as she fucked me. I could feel her throbbing inside me, and I knew she was close already. I squeezed her cock, milking her and she growled, grabbing my face and kissing me forcefully.

She pressed her tongue into my mouth and I moaned as she filled my cunt with her cum, her sharp teeth cutting my lip as she kissed me. She licked up the tiny droplets of blood and continued to stuff my pussy with her thick cock, breeding me like the animal she was.

She let go of my thigh and brought her hand up to my throat, wrapping her long fingers around it and squeezing ever so slightly, heightening my neverending high.

I panted softly as we both relaxed, her fingers around my neck loosening and her cock slipping out from my aching heat.

“Mine,” she snarled again, licking the hollow of my throat. “Mine.”

“Yours.” I said as I stroked her hair softly, almost comforted by the soft purring coming from deep within her chest. “Yours, always, no matter what.”

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