#just fuck off instead of harassing me babes

[actual-changeling]

i think it's funny that whenever i post something about aziraphale not caring about individual humans—only humanity as a concept—the ONLY counter argument everyone always throws at me is 'he gave his flaming sword away'.

mate.

that was six thousand years ago. LITERALLY fresh out of heaven, to the only two humans in existence, who were the entirety of humanity at that point.

let's look at what he's like in more recent years, yes?

ah yes, telling a person living in an alley that her girlfriend is going to hell with a smile. what a kind person. and the wonderful follow-up which sounds like it is straight out of some conservative, capitalistic asshole's mouth.

and fun fact, someone like that has said THOSE EXACT WORDS to me at some point.

crowley asking the real questions here like always

but hey, that was 1827, maybe he was just having a bad year. or decade. or century.

what about the present day? see, crowley is terrified of gabriel and hates his guts, but do you know what he does? he answers his questions very patiently. he is kind. once he realises gabriel isn't pretending he makes him hot chocolate and tries to help him remember, he empathizes.

aziraphale's patient is non-existent. he yells at him immediately, gets frustrated with the most simple questions, refuses to interact with him and leaves crowley with him after crowley told him "what i NEED is for him to be nowhere near me". how considerate. but hey, maybe he was just having a bad time.

job! he was kind in job, right?

except that he doesn't care about job losing his house, his farmstead, all of his animals being slaughtered and only has a problem with the children dying; which he then tries to rationalize away with his fucking "that's not what god wants" shtick.

meanwhile crowley already has plans to protect the animals AND the children AND job and sitis as best he can.

the flood? perfectly alright to drown everyone, including innocent animals and children! it is god's plan, and what do a few humans mean in god's great big ineffable plan, huh?

then again, he doesn't show much empathy for god's son either when he's being nailed to the cross. french revolution and people being beheaded? oh yes, sure, dreadful—anyway i'm just here for the crepes, the dying humans are just background noise, let's not do anything about that even though it is literally my fucking job as an angel. but noooo. he got peckish and then had lunch. what a fucking hero.

'accidentally' killing a dove because he just had to shove it up his sleeve for a magic act.

someone getting shot and dying? because i was careless? don't care. anyway.

armageddon and all of humanity dying? don't care either until i realise what i personally would lose and then i suddenly give a shit.

centuries upon centuries of aziraphale piling up money and he rather terrorizes poor people than entertain giving them a single dime. crowley has to remind and talk him into it, and as thanks he gets dragged down to hell and tortured.

aziraphale is dripping kindness, isn't he? and all of this doesn't even take into account the ball—human puppet show for his own amusement, this is supervillain shit and you know it—or all the other times he ignored human suffering so he wouldn't be personally inconvenienced.

and ALL OF THAT does not take into account how fucking horribly he treats crowley before time even existed.

aziraphale is not unkind. on a big scale, he cares about humanity, he cares about being nice, being good. he wouldn't intentionally harm someone, but he does not care enough to not be careless—he IS careless, and does NOT care if it kills creatures or humans.

his own personal wants and comfort trump everything else, and that is canon, it is text, it is fact. if you have any canonical examples of aziraphale being genuinely kind simply to be kind, not to be selfishly altruistic, please do add them, i'm serious! if you think i'm wrong, prove me wrong. everything i just listed exists in canon, so please, do the same in return.

giving his sword to adam and eve six thousand years ago does not magically erase everything that came after and it does not give him a free pass to behave however he wants, no matter the cost.

#alex talks good omens #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #good omens season 2 #go2 #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable husbands #ineffable wives #ineffable spouses #ineffable divorce #the final fifteen #good omens meta #getting ready for the hate in 3 2 1 #it's a monday and i'm being overly sarcastic but i'm fucking tired of everyone always yelling at me and giving only one example #as if that invalidates everything i say #just fuck off instead of harassing me babes

[astonmartinii]

cutie patooties | max verstappen social media au

pairing: max verstappen x fem leclerc!reader

just them terrorising the world with their cuteness (and collecting the younger drivers)

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR | SMALL BUSINESS

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yourusername: he loves redline more than me 🙄

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user1: obsessed with how she's like "oh you wanna ship max with my brother" and then takes lestappen out back and shoots them

user2: as she should, she's the cutest leclerc by far

yourusername: true 😙

maxverstappen1: double true 😘

charles_leclerc: die.

yourusername: erm consider your ass REPORTED THIS IS HARASSMENT

maxverstappen1: did you just threaten my girlfriend ????

charles_leclerc: and what?

maxverstappen1: pull up, i'm outside

charles_leclerc: ???? leave ????

maxverstappen1: no i'm deadass don't disrespect my gf 😤😤😤

charles_leclerc: it's my SISTER

yourusername: when he's protective 😛😛😛

user3: screaming, crying, throwing up over the keychain

user4: i need someone *cough, cough* them to recreate it 🥸

landonorris: YOU WENT TO THE LEGO STORE WITHOUT ME? YOUR FAVOURITE CHILD?

yourusername: watch your tone

maxverstappen1: god forbid i want to spend time with my GIRLFRIEND on a DATE

landonorris: that's not a valid excuse

yourusername: also bold of you to assume you're our favourite child when oscar, yuki and logan are right there

oscarpiastri: snooze you lose lando

yukitsunoda0511: suck on that lando

logansargent: i'm just happy to be included

landonorris: damn...

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maxverstappen1: spent the weekend bothering my girlfriend's brother, what about you?

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user9: the way charles put his ferrari cap on y/n only for max to throw it into the crowd and put his own on her head instead

user10: those who know max's attachment to his caps, this is big.

yourusername: winning looks so sexy oh my

maxverstappen1: blushing like a motherfucker

yourusername: skip the debrief? they won't notice?

maxverstappen1: i think they might notice the driver of the race they're analysing not being there

yourusername: show them the pic i just sent you, they can't say no to my puppy dog eyes

maxverstappen1: helmut said fuck off 💔

yourusername: tell him i have a present for him (it's a pack of salt and vinegar crisps and a pamphlet for caskets)

user11: @yourusername winning IS sexy, tell your bf to tell charles win

yourusername: if charles wins it's suddenly decidedly unsexy, this isn't game of thrones babe

charles_leclerc: you ARE annoying that's right

maxverstappen1: annoyingly sexy

charles_leclerc: no comment, we're going to be family at some point soon

maxverstappen1: DAMN RIGHT WE ARE

yourusername: if you think we're annoying now, oh boy.

user12: i need max and y/n to be engaged right this fucking moment

user13: i think it would actually make my year

user14: after the championship win queen @maxverstappen1 ?

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yourusername: @ the person who asked how much max weighs... god will deal with you

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user15: i'm obsessed with how obsessed they are with each other

user16: is max's wardrobe all red bull merch and t-shirts dedicated to y/n?

maxverstappen1: yes 😌

danielricciardo: i saw the clip... the time stamp was 3am - we RACE TODAY?

yourusername: i am happy to support my man's hobby

danielricciardo: yes but you also don't have to race with that man on three hours of sleep

yourusername: be real daniel, the only time you'll be close to max is when he laps you xxx

danielricciardo: EXCUSE ME??? MAX YOU GONNA LET YOUR GIRLFRIEND TALK TO YOUR FIRST LOVE LIKE THAT?

maxverstappen1: bold of you to assume you were my first love

danielricciardo: did on the couch mean nothing to you?

maxverstappen1: soz buddy this is a childhood friends to lovers narrative right now (and we were already together by the time i was at red bull)

charles_leclerc: WHAT?

yourusername: spare me the dramatics, you guys were deep in the ANGST and then austria happened so really it's your own fault that it took as long as it did

user17: one comment section where the girls aren't fighting? impossible.

oscarpiastri: omg the shirts look so good y/n !!

yourusername: we're ✨graphic designers✨

maxverstappen1: does having a dashingly handsome model help

yourusername: of course !!!!!

oscarpiastri: i'm not going to answer that question

maxverstappen1: :(

oscarpiastri: on another thought - yes!

yourusername: @landonorris this is why he's one of the favourites

landonorris: i'm not talking to yall

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maxverstappen1: weekend off racing means shenanigans and late night streaming

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user20: i know whatever poor soul went for dinner with them hated every second

yukitsunoda0511: working on being the favourite of the favourite children 🫡 and they paid for my meal at a really cool italian restaurant

oscarpiastri: game on

yourusername: so who is the lady and who is the tramp?

danielricciardo: THAT'S A TRICK QUESTION MAX DON'T ANSWER IT

maxverstappen1: you're not a lady... you're a queen 😘

yourusername: did you just fail the test, successfully?

danielricciardo: you smooth motherfucker

yourusername: stole your red bull drive and your nickname @carlossainz55

carlossainz55: why am i catching strays?

yourusername: bored ❤️

user21: y/n really be like "oh the season's boring cause my bf wins everything? let me make it interesting by shading every driver on the grid"

maxverstappen1: do NOT give her a challenge

charles_leclerc: can you PLEASE stop taking such lovey dovey gross ass photos maman keeps getting them printed and I AM GETTING MOVED OFF OF THE MANTEL PIECE I AM ON THE BOOKSHELF, THIS FACE IS A MANTEL PIECE FACE NOT A BOOKSHELF FACE

yourusername: not reading all of that, i'm happy for you or sad that happened x

charles_leclerc: MAX DO SOMETHNG

maxverstappen1: step your pussy up bro

yourusername: when he catches your lingo >>

charles_leclerc: i am a VICTIM

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yourusername: invented babygirlism actually

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user22: y/n is so real for choosing a cute recent photo for herself and then just violating the guys

user23: she's funny as fuck for that

charles_leclerc: finally some fucking credit

yourusername: not everything can be about you all of the time 🤨

charles_leclerc: don't make me an ankle-biter again you're PUSHING ME

sebastianvettel: knew you were an ankle biter

yourusername: LOL

charles_leclerc: no seb no! i didn't bite ankles, just y/n's and that doesn't count

user24: what the fuck is going on here

maxverstappen1: you are the most babygirl to ever babygirl

danielricciardo: i think i had a stroke reading that

yourusername: awwwww you're so cute maxy

maxverstappen1: knew you were the one for me when we first met karting, you taught me the babygirl ways

yourusername: and you're delivering

oscarpiastri: you guys can't see but he's blushing so bad right now

landonorris: are you just attached to them

yourusername: yes he is, a babygirl in training

user25: how do i get adopted by y/n and max?

maxverstappen1: no but for real i love you, even if we are lumbered with your brother

yourusername: i love you too xxx

charles_leclerc: *brothers

maxverstappen1: nope arthur and lorenzo are sound

charles_leclerc: fUCK OFF :(((((((

FIN.

note: heyyyyyy you guysssss! we all know i have a soft spot for these two (plus oscar and alex) so i wanted to put out a little thing to celebrate 5k! thank you so much for following and reading my work, hope you enjoyed xx

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 #f1 social media au #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen instagram au #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen #max verstappen fluff

[fadedin2u]

pick up and roll the dice (ch. 1)

read in between the lines, i know you love me…

Summary: You’ve been best friends with Ellie since she moved into your neighborhood in elementary school, and now, you’re sharing a dorm room together at college. What could go wrong when you both start reading between the lines? Based on the song Hold On by The Internet.

word count: 2.5k

content: childhood best friends!au, dealer!ellie, fem!reader, college!au, modern!au, hurt/comfort, ellie’s a little bit of a player, ellie is a simp (not surprising), art major!ellie, kinda slow burn??

warnings: sexual harassment (mentioned), drug usage (weed), lots of cursing (what do you expect), men (mentioned), expect nsfw chapters in the future so MDNI 18+

notes: this is my first fic i’ve written for tlou, and it’s about damn time bc i’ve been lurking in the ellie williams x reader tags for months lmao, hope you enjoy! next chapter should be out by the end of the weekend! reblogs/likes are much appreciated :) let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!

You’re welcomed into your dorm room by the smell of pot smoke. You walk in, already in a foul mood, shaking with adrenaline and anxiety. You drop your bag on the floor and kick off your shoes.

Ellie, your roommate and close friend since childhood, is sitting on her twin bed, leaning out the window as she smokes a joint. She’s dressed casually in a pair of old sweatpants and a t-shirt, her auburn hair haphazardly thrown up into a half-bun, most strands too short to all be gathered into a single bun. When she catches sight of you, she immediately can tell something is up.

“You okay?” Ellie asks, tapping the ash from her joint out the window.

You walk over to Ellie’s bed and melodramatically collapse face-first with a “Hmmph.”

“I’m dropping out.” You deadpan, your voice muffled by Ellie’s duvet.

Ellie takes a long drag from her joint and exhales a puff of smoke before turning to you, her eyebrows raised. “Huh? What?”

She sits up, holding the joint between her fingers before she gestures for you to clarify.

“You can’t drop out. What’re you gonna do all day? Sit around and eat Oreos?”

You stay face-planted onto Ellie’s bed.

“Yup. And I’ll be lazy and happy.” You say.

It takes every ounce of self-restraint inside of Ellie to not shove you off of her bed right this second. Instead, she leans forward and nudges your shoulder with her knee.

"Babe. Honey. Sweetie. Angel-Face. Get up. You sound like a dumbass right now.”

You roll over, and Ellie notices that your eyes are red and puffy, clearly having cried before coming back to the dorm.

“Hey! I’m having a crisis!” You exclaim, folding your arms over your chest.

Ellie’s face softens and her eyebrows furrow, concerned. “Hey… What’s going on? Want some of this?” She offers the joint to you.

You take it gratefully, taking a long drag. You shake her head, looking down at your miniskirt. “I really need to stop wearing this skirt in public… When I was walking back here, two dudes started following me and saying weird, gross shit. I tried telling them off, but I must have looked so pathetic that they just laughed… They followed me almost the whole way here.”

You pass the joint back to Ellie, saying sarcastically, “So, yes. In conclusion, I’m dropping out.”

Ellie is stunned silent. Her high buzz instantly fades and she reaches out to put a comforting hand on your shoulder. Ellie doesn't say anything at first, but she looks down at you with a worried expression on her face.

She puts out her half-finished joint, and scoots forward on the bed towards you. Her expression is stern and angry, and she seems utterly furious on your behalf.

“Did those fucking pieces of shit touch you? Did you call the cops?”

As she’s speaking, Ellie’s entire demeanor changes, and it’s obvious how upset these men made her. Ellie always seems to have a lot of rage built-up inside of her, but it’s amplified now.

You bite your lip, looking down.

“They didn’t touch me… I didn’t call the cops. I wasn’t thinking clearly, I should have called someone, but I was so freaked out, and… I’m sorry, Els.” You say quietly.

Ellie grabs your arm and pulls you towards her.

"It's okay, babe. It's not your fault."

Ellie leans forward to hug you tightly, rubbing your back.

"Those dickwipes should have never said anything to you. Let alone touched you. If they ever do that again, you tell me, and I'll take care of it."

Ellie takes a deep breath and sighs. She leans back against the wall and pulls you with her, keeping you close. You allow yourself to be pulled into Ellie’s hold, grateful, and you feel tears press at the back of your eyes.

“I’m sorry, I really don’t want to cry again.” You say, hiding your face in Ellie’s shoulder.

Ellie wraps her arms around you tighter, comforting you.

"Hey. It's alright to cry. Let it all out." She murmurs soothingly. "Don't be ashamed. You were just fucking harassed."

She holds you, continuing to rub your back and kissing the top of your head. Ellie feels sick at the thought of you hurting or struggling alone.

You sniffle as a few tears run down your cheeks, still hiding your face in Ellie’s shoulder.

“I just don’t understand what I can possibly do in those situations. And I feel like they happen all the fucking time.”

You wipe your face, “Like fucking yesterday! When I got catcalled at 8AM by the construction workers working on the new science building, and I was just trying to get to class!”

You shake your head, “I just feel so helpless in those situations, because they don’t even see me as a real person.”

"Well, you gotta make them see you as a force to be reckoned with." Ellie says, her voice stern.

She pauses, and lets out an exhale.

"These guys obviously aren't going to stop catcalling and harassing women, so either we ignore the comments, or we learn how to respond. It's a fucking shame that it has to be this way but..."

Ellie sighs and leans back. She rubs your shoulder with one hand, and her other hand gently rests on your thigh.

You feel your cheeks go hot, hyper-focused on Ellie’s hand on your leg.

“But, Els… I can’t fight for shit. There’s no way those guys could ever be intimidated by me the way you can intimidate them.”

You wipe your face, embarrassed by your tears. “Like, how could they possibly see me as anything other than a ‘slut who’s asking for it’, if I recall what they wouldn’t stop saying to me correctly.” You say, quoting the men who followed you home.

Ellie leans in a little closer and rests her head on your shoulder.

"I think that my girl can kick ass and dish it out as good as she takes it." Ellie's expression looks serious, and she gently squeezes your thigh as she speaks.

"Like, have you ever seen those videos on Instagram where girls absolutely own some big dudes? That'll be you, dude. Trust me, I know exactly what you're capable of. You just gotta learn how to take up space."

You laugh a little, wiping your face again.

“Is this you telling me that I need to take a boxing class?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

Ellie chuckles, and smiles as she squeezes your leg again.

"Hell yeah. Take a boxing class. I wanna see you punch a fuckin' guy's lights out the next time he wants to harass you."

Ellie pauses and takes a deep breath.

"If you're worried about money for lessons or fuck-all, you know I got your back, right?" Ellie says earnestly. "And if there's any guy who's giving you problems, just say the fucking word and I'll kick their ass for you."

You laugh again, sniffling as you hug Ellie.

“My knight in shining armor.” You joke.

You pull back, taking a breath. “Thank you though, seriously. Today was just an overall shitty day, and I’m just glad that I get to come back to our dorm and be with my best friend.”

"Anytime." Ellie's expression is soft as she smiles at you.

Ellie glances at the joint on her bedside table, and glances back at you.

"Wanna hit that? Or are you tapped-out?"

You go to pick up the joint, and use Ellie’s lighter to re-light it.

“Me? Tapping out? Please-“ You say as you smile at Ellie, taking a drag.

Ellie chuckles, watching you with a fond smile.

You pass the joint to Ellie. “Besides, I’m chilling the fuck out tonight. Today was garbage, and I don’t want to keep thinking about anything.”

Ellie chuckles and shakes her head as she takes the joint.

"I feel so bad that you had such a fucking awful day. I know you've been going through some stuff recently, so today was the absolute last thing you needed."

Ellie inhales a long drag, and looks down at you.

"Can I ask you something, though?"

You nod, “Yeah, what’s up?”

You take the joint, hit it, and pass it back to Ellie.

Ellie takes another inhale and holds the smoke in for a moment.

"Do you ever just... like... hate men?" she looks at you. "I mean, you know... with everything you experience, and the guys you described today. Like, you ever just look at a guy, and immediately start hating him?"

Ellie pauses, taking another hit, "I mean, it's all I can think about, half the time, and I just... I can't fucking stand them most of the time."

You sigh, taking a hit from the joint and nodding.

“Yeah. I wish I didn’t. I wish that most men didn’t act the way they do, but they do. It’s kinda hard not to hate people who objectify and demean you every day of your life just for existing.”

Ellie pauses before speaking, "Do you think that Joel might ever be like that? I mean, I don't think so. He's a good guy and all. Just... you never know."

Ellie pauses and sighs. She's obviously been worrying about this for a while.

"Am I being dumb? Am I being stupid for thinking like that? I don't know. I just… I'm worried that, one day, people I love like Jesse and my dad are going to turn out to be a couple of fucking perverts."

You pause, having known Joel for years, taking a hit from the joint.

“I- I don’t know. I think they’re good people, especially Joel, but you never really know, until they slip up,” You say.

You squeeze Ellie’s shoulder, “I do really think that Joel is one of my favorite people I’ve gotten the chance to know, and I have crazy high standards for men. Your dad would never do anything to hurt you, and I don’t think he’d do anything to any one else either.”

You pass the joint to Ellie.

Ellie takes the joint and inhales, then passes it back to you.

"Yeah, you're right. You're totally right, and I know that. It's just hard, because I have such a negative image of guys right now, but you're right."

Ellie leans back and relaxes, "I just feel like I've been having some trust issues lately, and it sucks, and I've been… paranoid about people."

She pauses, and her voice starts to falter. "I just don't want to be let down like I have, you know?���

You nudge Ellie’s leg with your knee, “Hey. I won’t let you down. Or, at least, I’ll always try to not let you down, no matter what.”

You smile at Ellie, “We’re a team. Always have been, always will be.”

Ellie's eyes light up, “That's right. We will always have each other's backs. We’re always going to be there for each other."

Ellie takes a hit from the joint, and leans back. "I love you, you know that? Even though I've been a total bitch, these last few weeks… I need you more than you could possibly know."

Ellie pauses and looks down at you. "You are, without a doubt, the best friend I've ever had in my whole life."

You take the joint from Ellie, hitting it with a smile on your face as you internally curse yourself for getting flustered. Your head feels fuzzy from the weed.

“The feeling is mutual.” You say, passing Ellie the joint.

“I never got to ask, by the way, but how was your date with that girl… Kaylee? Karlie?” You ask to change the subject, trying to remember the name of Ellie’s latest of many campus flings.

Ellie laughs, "It's Kylie." she corrects, smirking and nudging your thigh.

"The date was a fun distraction, even though Kylie is a complete airhead. And, uh..." Ellie pauses, her face warming with embarrassment.

"...she tried to kiss me, and I completely froze.”

Ellie takes a hit and shakes her head, "I can't believe that I turned her down! She's cute and a fuckin’ cheerleader. I should have gone for it, I probably ruined my chances with her."

You laugh a little, pushing down the spikes of jealousy piercing your chest.

“Ellie Williams froze when a girl tried to kiss her?” You tease, knowing that Ellie is normally fairly bold.

“What happened? Were you too nervous or something?” You ask, taking a hit from the joint and passing it back to Ellie.

Ellie's face is a mix of embarrassment and frustration as you tease her. Ellie pauses, thinking.

"...Well, I froze because... I… I don't know. She seemed like a nice girl, but she's so... shallow."

Ellie sighs, taking a hit from the joint, and leans back.

"I'm a horrible dater, I know. I just have such a hard time connecting with people, I don't know."

You frown, “Hey. Don’t beat yourself up. She just doesn’t sound like the right girl, and that’s totally fine. You don’t need to get mad at yourself for not having an instant connection with a girl just because she’s hot.”

You pass the joint to Ellie, “Okay, you have the rest.”

Ellie smiles at you as she takes a hit and holds it in.

Ellie lets it out and shakes her head. "...Yeah, you're right. I just think I'm just trying so hard to find a connection with someone, y'know?"

"It's just hard to really trust someone new… I've been hurt by a lot of people in my life, and the last thing I want is to get hurt again." Ellie explains, her freckled cheeks rosy.

You sigh, “It is really scary to be vulnerable like that with people, I… I really fucking get that.”

You play with the hem of your skirt as you talk, “But there are people who are good, and trustworthy, and won’t leave you in the dust. I mean, you’re proof of that for me.”

Ellie's expression softens as she looks over at you

"I guess we are really similar in that way. We're both traumatized, we're both paranoid, and we're both distrustful. Fuck, who could blame us?" Ellie says with a shrug.

Ellie pauses, "I'm just glad I have you. You're the only people who I think I can really be myself around. Everyone else can fuck off. But not you."

Your stoned, hazy mind is thankfully quiet as you lean against Ellie, the two of you sat side-by-side on her bed.

Ellie’s cheeks get more pink as you do, her eyes half-lidded and red as she pulls you into her.

“Just… Relax. You really fucking deserve it.” Ellie says softly, her voice low and raspy from the smoke.

You nuzzle your face into her shirt, closing your eyes as you melt into her, and everything is good.

Ellie looks down at you, her pupils dilated and cheeks flushed. She looks back up at the ceiling, clenching her eyes shut as she thinks, I’m fucked.

chapter 2

texts with ellie and reader

#Spotify #ellie williams #tlou2 #tlou #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams fanfic #ellie tlou #rose writes #pick up and roll the dice

[kqulitz]

HEYHEYHEYYY

Idk if you do asks,but i like your writing style!

Sooo imma shoot my shot!

Could you maybe write a bill x reader(fem)

Where they are going to the hotel him and the guys stay but while they walk(only bill and reader) guys keep catcalling reader and at some point one grabs her (chose were) and he looses his shit and bill starts punching tge guy and then reader calms him down and then they get inside and cuddle?...

(Idk if its something too detalied so if it is just change it as long as it is with bill lol 😂)

protection

bill kaulitz x reader

summary: your boyfriend protects you after you get hassled in public.

tags: established relationship, protective! bill, catcalling, verbal harassment, reader’s ass does get grabbed, physical fights, piggyback rides, bill being a bit moody after but he gets over it :), the teeniest tiniest smidge of angst but with comfort, fluff!!

a/n: my asks aren’t open rn but i love this too much so i might as well open them lol and aaah i actually love this request (and ur ask is fine dw!!)

tw: (sexual?) assault (reader’s ass gets grabbed), mild violence

lowercase intended :)

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your giggles echo down the empty street, making your boyfriend grin wider. he loves making you laugh. you’re hand in hand with bill after deciding to go out for a walk to soothe the nerves of being on tour. bill’s hand is warm in yours, your palm sweats slightly but you don’t mind. “why are we walking anyway?” you ask, looking at him. “what? you want a piggyback ride instead?” he teases with a grin. “if you’re offering.” you joke, moving your hand so you could link arms with him. bill holds your arm even closer. “i just thought it would be nice to have a walk before we have to hit the road again.” he tells you.

a group of people catch your eye, yet you don’t give them too much attention. “maybe we can stop in a store and get some snacks for the others.” you suggest, squeezing bill’s arm a little tighter. walking late at night was always nerve-racking, yet you felt safe, you had bill after all. “good idea babe.” bill smiles at you, you reciprocate it. “hey, mädchen!” (hey, girl) a man shouts from across the street. you both glance in the direction of the group, you already feel a bit uncomfortable. “ignore them.” you mutter to bill, who nods. “dump that freak and come hang out with us!” another yells. you can hear their footsteps. bill squeezes your arm protectively, trying to get you to walk a bit faster.

“c’mon, girlie, don’t be like that.” one of the men goes to grab your arm, yet bill hits it away. “leave her alone.” your boyfriend moves you to the other side of the path, shielding you from the guy. “what, you her boyfriend?” he snarks. “i am, actually. now fuck off.” normally hearing this would make sleazy men turn away, yet these guys are persistent. “c’mon bill, let’s just go.” you mumble, feeling a little sick at the interactions. bill’s eyes soften as he looks at you, leading you away from the other guys. a hand grabs a handful of your ass, scrunching your skirt, making you gasp and immediately turn to smack the stranger’s hand away. you feel absolutely humiliated and gross, and as you go to grab bill’s hand to run to the nearest shop he spins around, punching the guy.

“bill-!” you yelp, grabbing his arm. you can’t count how many punches bill had got on the guy, but the stranger stumbles back at the force of them, almost falling as he cradles his jaw where the first attack had landed. “c’mon man, she’s not worth it.” his friend glares at bill, who glares back; ready to swing again if he has to. the three men leave, and you sigh. “you didn’t have to do that.” you grumble, walking ahead. bill furrows his brows. “what? he grabbed you! what did you want me to do? let you get grabbed?!” bill argues, following you into a store. you hush him softly as to not disturb any people inside the shop. bill broods quietly, clenching and unclenching his fists as he tries to calm himself.

you silently grab whatever snacks and drinks you see before approaching the counter, ignoring how bill shuffles behind you. “bist du in ordnung?” (are you okay?) the woman behind the counter asks, scanning your stuff for you. “ja, danke, es war eine seltsame nacht.” (yes thank you, it’s just been a weird night.) you reply with a small smile. she rings you up, bidding you and bill farewell as you both leave the store. “i’ll carry it for you.” he mumbles, grasping the bag gently. “i think you’ve done enough for tonight.” you sigh, yet the bag slips from your hand into his. bill frowns, yet doesn’t say anything else. you walk back to the hotel with him, yet bill eventually stops you around a block away. “what?” you ask, voice quite soft considering you were upset. “c’mere.” he turns, gesturing for you to get on his back. you can’t help the smile on your lips as you hop onto your boyfriend’s back, legs wrapping around his hips as his slender hands support your thighs.

bill carries you the rest of the way, thumbs gently stroking your outer thighs. you hug his shoulders, resting your head against his as you let your eyes close. it had been a long day and you couldn’t wait to get into your hotel room and relax. stepping into the lobby, bill finally lets you down off his back, turning and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “c’mon.” you fish the room key out of your pocket, leading bill to your hotel room. opening the door, you step inside, sighing softly. tom’s head rises from his pillow to look at the two of you. “you look like shit, bill.” he teases. “shut up.” your boyfriend sighs, flopping onto one of the beds. “shoes.” you tap bill’s leg in passing, making him sigh and sit up to undo his sneakers. “you brought snacks?” tom asks, sitting up in his bed. “yeah. where’s gustav and georg? i brought them stuff too?” you ask the other twin, who gestures to the door. “they got tired and went back to their room.” he replies as he helps you unpack some snacks.

“bill, can you be a babe and go give these to the boys for me?” you ask softly, fluttering your lashes a little. bill mulls it over for a second. “fine.” he stands, accepting the bag from you. “thanks babe.” you reply, turning away before he can kiss you. bill frowns a little, catching his brother’s eye over your shoulder as you sit beside tom, taking off your shoes as you get comfortable on the bed. tom shrugs, and so bill leaves. “did something happen?” tom nudges you gently. “no… kinda..?” you sigh, opening a drink. “what did he do?” he asks. “nothing… i just… i’ll tell you tomorrow, okay?” you mutter, glancing up at the door as bill comes back in. he’s silent as he gets into the bed the two of you were meant to share. “you’re not gonna be with him tonight?” tom whispers, you shrug. “i dunno…” you respond, voice equally hushed. bill furrows his brows, a pout on his lips. you hated seeing him upset.

the other twin glances between the two of you, realising how thick the tension was. “i’m gonna go shower..!” tom announces as he stands, stretching his arms overhead. “alright.” you reply, grabbing yours and bill’s share of the snacks as you move over to the other bed. bill barely glances at you as tom goes into the bathroom, giving you both privacy. you curl your arms around bill, resting your head on his shoulder. “you didn’t have to do that tonight.” you tell him, kissing his jaw gently. “i know… just- him grabbing you really pissed me off, i had to.” bill engulfs you in a big hug, burying his face into your hair. “well we’re back now, it’s over, okay?” you respond, letting him kiss your forehead gently. “are you mad at me?” bill asks anxiously.

“no… i was just upset at the fact you could of gotten hurt because of me…” you admit, curling closer. bill scoffs. “that’s the least of my worries. i’d rather go to jail than let a guy grab you like that.” you hit his chest gently. “you’re not going to jail..!” you scold half-heartedly. bill exhales slowly through his nose, it gently fans against your face. “yeah, sorry… i shouldn’t of freaked out.” bill sighs. “i’m mainly worried that someone caught you hitting that guy on camera- it could ruin you.” you frown, cuddling closer. “the street was absolutely dead, baby. no one saw us other than those guys.” bill points out. “fine… just don’t go punching guys in public on my behalf.” you reply, half joking. “i can make no promises, baby.” he smiles, stealing a kiss.

tom comes back from his shower, hair damp and fresh clothes on. he smiles at the sight of the two of you curled up together. “made up?” he jests, getting into his own bed. “mhm.” bill hums lowly, too busy relishing your cuddles to respond properly. “we’re fine, tom. don’t worry.” you smile, hand idly rubbing your boyfriend’s back. “good, i don’t wanna be on a tour when you two are upset at each other- it ruins the vibes on stage.” you roll your eyes. “that was one time, tom.” you reply, making the other twin laugh. “just don’t make it two.” tom teases, catching the pillow his brother throws at him. “whatever, tom.” bill sighs, kissing you gently. “and don’t fuck when i’m right here!” tom quips, this time you throw a pillow at him. tom laughs, surrendering as you both settle down again. “i’m keeping these, y’know?” tom states after a while. “okay, tom. goodnight.” bill rolls his eyes. “don’t tell me you two are going to bed early?” tom replies, leaning over a little. “no, we’re not. i think he’s just hoping you do.” you grin.

“you wound me..!” tom jokes, propping himself up on his elbow. “are you saying you don’t value my company?” he asks, a playful smile on his lips. “of course we do. every couple needs a third wheel.” you joke back, turning to look at tom. “hey..!” he gasps. bill can only laugh.

#bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #tom kaulitz #// 🦇 kqulitz’s writing

[multifandombxxch]

PLAY TOO MUCH

requested:

Hey, can you do a plug!Taeyongx x Chubby Reader. Y/n playing too much with Taeyong's feelings cuz y'know he really likes her and whatever but y/n doesn't believe him.

Pairing: Plug! Taeyong x Chubby reader

warnings: age gap, insecurities, fatphobia, raw sex (wrap it before you tap it), S*xual Harassment, mentions of drugs.

"Bout to catch another flight (yeah)

the apple bottom make 'em wanna bite (yeah)

I just wanna have a good night

I just wanna have a good night (hold up)"

The familiar lyrics of Coi Leray's 'Players' were currently blasting through multiple speakers in my dorm parking lot.

What may be the cause of this you ask?

My roommate was having another party.

On a fucking school night.

My bedpost was banging against the wall as the bass of the speakers was quite literally shaking the whole building.

I kissed my teeth in annoyance I was trying to catch up on an episode of 'House of Dragon' for Christ's sake.

"I cannot take this anymore. I'm calling her." I grumbled.

Calling MIRAE<3...

Ring

ring

ri-

"Hey boo, wassup?" she answered

I sighed pinching the bridge of my nose "Rae I literally can't hear myself right now. The music is way too loud and it's getting late. Don't you have an 8am tomorrow? "

she groaned on the other side "Bitch I told you to come downstairs and live a little. You can't spend college cooped up in the dorm."

I rolled my eyes at that. Rae did invite me to the party but I wasn't one for loud music and crowded places plus...I wanted to avoid a specific someone.

"I'm good, thanks and you know I wanna avoid he who shall not be named. " I said.

I didn't have to say his name she knew exactly who I was referring to.

she chuckles nervously on the other side

"what?'" I question a sudden feeling of anxiety filling me.

"Imma just give it to you straight. He's here and I told him you were upstairs so he said he was gonna deal with his clients and then go up to see you."

I took the phone from my ear and stared at it like it was some foreign device.

Then I placed it back on my ear

"Bitch you did what?!"

"Oh calm down. He's literally been obsessed with you since last semester. He's damn dedicated I'll give him that and he's fine as hell." She gushes.

after a couple minutes of silence ( really just me being lost in my own thoughts ) I spoke up

"I'm nervous. I like him but what if he's just fucking around? I'm not exactly his usual type." I admit softly

"Y/n" Mirae's tone is much softer now.

I shut my eyes tightly.

I didn't need pity right now. but I couldn't help but remember the awful things that were said to me

'why do your hips bend in like that...it looks weird'

my hip dips

'you need to start working out I can see the damn rolls on your back

my back rolls

'no one is going to want someone who can't take care of themselves

my body

I didn't think I was attractive or deserving of any attention.

the attention I got from men made me feel dirty instead of wanted.

I mean...being groped by a random man at 15 wasn't something I had on my bucket list.

Now all of a sudden I'm supposed to believe someone wanted me for me.

change the topic from your body Y/n

"It's fine...forget about it." I quickly cover up.

"So how long ago did he say he was coming up" Nice change of topic idiot

she sucks in a breath "He actually went up about 2 minutes ago"

my eyes went wide in panic. Our room was on the third floor I had roughly a couple seconds before he kno-

KNOCK

KNOCK

KNOCK

three rapid knocks came from behind my room door.

"Oh is that him? I'm hanging up then babe." Rae rushed out before hanging up. I put the phone on my nightstand.

Christ, I didn't even have time to fix my hair or something.

I was still seated on my bed when I heard his deep amused voice

"Y/n I gave you enough time to prepare for me so come open the door."

My body jerked at the sudden call out. I hurriedly got off my bed and made my way to the door

I counted to three before opening it and coming face-to-face with he who shall not be named aka Lee Taeyong aka the university's plug.

He grinned as he held up a bag of my favorite snacks "Hey princess...missed me?" Funnily enough, the bag looked out of place in his hand due to his outfit. He was in a black t-shirt and some black ripped jeans. and his signature silver accessories around his neck, wrists, and fingers.

He didn't have his bag with him...weird he usually has it because it contained his "goods"

I must've been staring too long because he suddenly spoke up

"Are you gonna let me in or are you gonna let that mind of yours go places it shouldn't" he smirked

The inside of my mouth became dry and suddenly I couldn't speak. I stepped aside allowing him to walk in and put the bag on my study desk.

I closed the door and turned to him.

No surprise he was already staring at me. he always stares at me.

am I really that ugly?

he was looking me up and down while his bottom lip was caught between his teeth.

"You did all that for me?" he question gesturing to my attire

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion until I caught myself in the bathroom mirror.

embarrassment

hide...hide right the fuck now.

I completely forgot I was only in an oversized t-shirt that stopped mid-thigh...with no damn bra on.

I gasped and covered my face with both my hands.

he chuckled and I felt him coming closer to me.

suddenly he took my hands from my face.

"Stop being so cute y/n...makes me wanna fuck you more"

my breath caught in my throat.

he only found me attractive because of my body

a familiar feeling of disappointment filled me

he pulled me closer by my hands and moved his hands to grip my waist

"What's wrong cupcake?" he asked concerned.

His black hair fell in front of his face. He was too good to be true.

"Is someone bothering you again?" he grilled me his eyes suddenly turning dark

"No" I answered

"don't lie to me. You know I'd kill for you." he grunted, suddenly gripping my jaw.

he can't be serious right now

he doesn't mean that

"I am serious and I mean every. fucking. word." he said suddenly serious.

did I say that out loud?

Fuck it the worst that could happen is that he destroyed my already low self-confidence so I decided to ask.

"Do you actually like me?"

he stared at me incredulously "Y/n don't ask me stupid questions. Why would I follow you around and practically throw myself at you if I didn't like you?"

he was blunt about it but I just couldn't believe him.

my doubt must've shown on my face because he suddenly turned me around and pushed me up against the wall.

he was so close I could feel his heartbeat against my back.

"You think I'm playing with you?" he asked me

"Yes" I admitted

"There's no way you'd want me. You don't usually go for girls like me.

he pressed against me more and growled "The fuck do you mean girls like you? "

tears lined my eyes

"Fat girls...chubby ones!" I whispered

after a beat of silence from me and heavy breathing from him...he released me and stepped back.

I still faced the wall. I couldn't bring myself to look at him...I was too scared I was right.

"Y/n look at me" he spoke out.

I remained unmoving

suddenly he tugged the back of my t-shirt causing me to fall back into him.

"You think i dont want you because of your body?” He questioned….his tone soft and careful.

I nodded.

“Or you could want me just for my body….I know you would probably want to sneak around since nobody wants to be seen with me”

I could feel his heartbeat on my back.

He said nothing for a couple seconds and then….

“Should I fuck you and claim you to prove you’re wrong?” He asked bluntly

My body stilled.

“Answer me baby…I need an answer y/n. I won’t touch you if you don’t want it” he rasped out.

I nodded.

And that’s all it took for him to devour my body.

“Let me see your pussy baby” he grunted as he laid me back on the bed.

I clenched my thighs tighter together

What if he hates what he sees

All of a sudden he forced my legs open and used his index to take some of my wetness

Causing me to whimper.

He looked me in my eyes and licked it clean off his fingers.

“You taste better than I could even imagine princess” he moaned out.

Three.

I had three orgasms before he put his dick in me.

I was already a trembling mess but that didn’t stop him from fucking me senseless and giving me two more orgasms.

The blissful look on his face as he marked me everywhere and Painted my walls white with his cum was better than any artwork in any museum.

His body jerked and trembled as he whispered how beautiful and breathtaking he found me.

Slowly he rolled over and laid next to me.

After we came down from the high he realized that we didn’t use protect which I reassure him by telling him I was on the pill.

“No more playing y/n, I fucked you raw. I claimed your pussy and marked your body….tell me your mine.” He as he laid next to me.

“I’m yours” I whispered blissfully

He pecked my cheek “that’s right princess”

#nct johnny #nct mark #nct 127 #nct dream #nct haechan #nct jaehyun #nct taeil #nct taeyong #nct smut #nct imagines #nct imagine #nct x reader #nct x y/n #nct x chubby reader #nct au #nct ambw #nct taeyong smut #taeyong

[vodika-vibes]

„I’m gonna fuck you so good you forget all about that bastard.” for a jealous Mereel please?🥺🙏🏻 I‘m missing my man 😔

thaaaaanks 💖

Be Mine

Summary: You're having a bad day with your ex harassing you, and Mereel decides to do something about it.

Pairing: Mereel Skirata x F!reader

Word Count: 1288

Warnings: Smut

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: So...this was supposed to be jealous Mereel and just filth...but I started writing and instead fluff appeared?

You scowl at your bottle as you rest your chin on your folded arms. The bottle is full, you haven’t touched a drop of the liquid inside it, for all that you spend 5 credits to buy it.

Honestly, you don’t have any intention of getting drunk. But having the option right there is kind of soothing right now.

Your on-again off-again, and currently off-again, boyfriend just sent you a picture of the twins that he’s having a threesome with. And sure, your emotions towards your ex lean more towards the frosty to outright loathing end of the spectrum, but that doesn’t mean that his comments don’t hurt.

Of course you were never going to agree to a threesome. Of course you were never going to agree to do some of the things that he’s asked you to do over the years you’ve been dating.

Honestly. You’re so done with him it’s not even funny.

Your comm dings and you scowl at the message and the image that slides across your screen.

“Well, someone’s in a cheerful mood,” You set your comm facedown on the table and look up at Mereel, a small smile crossing your face.

“Yeah, well…It’s been a rough day.”

“Mm, I hear that. Can I join you, mesh’la?”

You motion at the open chair next to you, “Help yourself.” You watch him sit, and then you shift so that your head is resting on the palm of your hand, “No drink tonight, Mereel?”

“Not right now.” He replies easily, “That might change though, depending.”

“Depending on what?” You ask, curiously.

“Ah, don’t worry about it.” Mereel motions to the bottle, “That still looks very full.”

“Yeah, I’m not really feeling like getting drunk right now.” You admit.

“Yeah? You do look kind of glum. What’s wrong?”

“Eh…”

“Come on, mesh’la. It’s me.”

You sigh softly. And then you grab your comm and hand it to him, “See for yourself.”

He raises his eyebrows and opens the dozens of unread messages, and then both of his brows shoot up even higher, “Isn’t that your-”

“Ex? Yeah.”

“With a pair of twins?”

“So it would seem.”

Mereel tilts his head, “Damn, they’re flexible-”

“Dude,”

“Sorry, sorry.” Mereel closes the comm and sets it back on the table, “So, you’re upset because he’s-”

“I’m upset because he’s trying to make me upset and it’s working.” You lean back in your seat, “Like, no. I’m not into threesomes, I want just one partner, I don’t want to share! And no, I don’t like pain and no I’m not going to agree to try something simply because it’s something that-” You take a deep breath, “Sorry, I’m not trying to vent on you.”

“He tried to force you to do things you didn’t want?” Mereel asks, a frown on his face, “What a dick.”

You laugh, “Tried, being the keyword. I’ve never let a man force me to do anything.”

“As you shouldn’t,” Mereel agrees, with a small grin, “but, you know. He thinks he’s upsetting you, but, babe, he’s having a threesome with a pair of twins, and he’s thinking about you the whole time. That’s your win.”

You scrunch up your nose. “I feel like I should be saying ew.”

Your comm chimes again, and you reach out to grab it, but Mereel is faster, as he presses his hand over it. His gaze is serious as he looks at you, “I have a proposition for you.”

“...if the proposition involves shooting my ex, maybe don’t ask me tonight.” You reply dryly.

He laughs, “Actually, it has nothing to do with him, and everything to do with you. And me.”

You raise a single brow, “Go ahead?”

“Give me the night.”

“What?”

“Be mine, just for one night.” Mereel pleads, he lifts his hand and brushes his fingers against your cheek, “I won’t pressure you, I won’t expect anything, I just want you to be mine, just for a little while. Even if it’s just one night.”

“Mer-”

“I will fuck you so good that you forget all about that bastard,” He says it likes is a promise that he knows he can fulfill. “Let me prove it to you.”

You stare at him, jaw slightly slack, and then, slowly, you nod. “Okay.”

“I…really?”

“Really.”

Mereel’s lips are on yours as soon as you finish your simple sentence. He kisses you like he needs you to exist. He kisses you like he’s trying to replace everything that was ever your ex’s with himself. 

He kisses you like he loves you. And it feels like your heart is going to burst.

He gets you out of the bar and back to your apartment in record time. And as soon as you’re inside, your back is pressed against the front door, and his hands are burning a path down your body, over your clothing. 

Every touch of his lips, every press of his fingers, seems designed to drive you a little more insane, to make you just a little more needy, to make you want him just a little more. 

And by the time he has you laid out on your bed, your panties are soaked and you’re arching up against him, seeking friction that only he can give.

Mereel seems content to move at the speed of frozen molasses though, as he slowly, lovingly, pulls your clothes off, as though he’s unwrapping a delicate Life Day present. And every inch of skin exposed to his admiring eye is lavished with attention from his lips, his tongue, his fingers-

It takes him a whole 30 minutes to undress you, and as soon as you’re bare under him, he pulls back and he stares at you. He stares at you long enough that you shift nervously under him.

“Mereel?” You whisper his name, and the smile that graces his face is so warm, and so loving, that you feel your face burn. No one’s ever looked at you like that.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispers, almost reverently. 

You feel your face heat even more, and you avert your gaze, but his fingers, soft and gentle, lightly nudge you back to facing him. 

“Cyare,” He murmurs, “I’m afraid I lied to you.”

Your fingers curl around the hem of his shirt as you feel a spike of anxiety, as you run through a mental list of all the things he could have lied to you about tonight. Mereel smiles at you, soft and soothing, as his hands glide across your body.

“I don’t want one night,” He admits, “I want forever. I want to be your forever.” His fingers dip between your thighs and he lightly traces your folds, light enough that you start to squirm, “I want you to give me everything you gave him, and in return, I’ll give you everything that I am.”

His thumb finds your clit, and your hips jerk. He murmurs something soothingly, and slowly eases in a single finger and he starts shallowly thrusting in time with the way he rolls his thumb across your clit.

His name falls from your lips as you squirm under his gentle ministrations. 

“Let me have you,” Mereel whispers, “Let me have you and I’ll give you the galaxy, cyare.”

Your orgasm washes through you, as soft and gentle as Mereel himself, and you gasp out his name. And somewhere in there, you give him your answer. And it’s the easiest answer you’ve ever given anyone.

“Yes.”

Mereel grins at you, and you know that that was just the first of many orgasms that he’s going to give you tonight. And your comm, still chiming away every few minutes, lay forgotten on the kitchen table, where Mereel set it.

#star wars #tcw #mereel skirata x reader #mereel x reader #18+ fic #clone thirsting #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

[dutiful-wildcraft]

Pack Kortac - Demon! Swagger Lore

Tags: monster au, blood, gore, flesh eating, he's a monster he eats people, soulmate elements.

-The birth of Roland “Swagger” Kominksi was not a traditional one. His mother’s were witches, young and powerful, who longed deeply for a child they simply could not create. They tried runes and tinctures, nights of passion under the pale full moon, and yet conceiving one of their own blood was simply not meant to be.  And so it was through careful ritual that they instead summoned a babe.  A hellacious bouncing baby boy. Sweet Roland.

-Magic users and demons are intrinsically linked. For every witch there is a Chosen demon. Bonding with your chosen is said to curate a great power for both parties involved. However, summoning is not a reliable process. Just because you summoned a demon, it did not mean it was your demon.

-Chaos would ensue, witches summoning guard dogs in the form of hellish beasts in order to build their power. It would backfire. Lacking bonds, demons are insatiable, feasting on the blood, bone and power of the creatures around them.  The more magical, the more filling. It quickly became outlawed amongst the covens to use such tactics, less they become wiped out completely.

-Swaggers mother’s were no exception. They had decidedly left their former lives in order to live one they longed for. It was sheer luck they summoned a more manageable youngster, and they spoiled Roland rotten, wanting nothing more than to see their little one happy and thriving. Even if it meant slaughtering the locals or grave robbing to keep their little boy fed. 

-And it’d worked. He was loved and sated. Able to attend school with the other children. That is until suspicion began to fly regarding their village’s disappearances. They would start again, moving to France and maintain movement to avoid problems.

-Swagger never quite fit, if not for his off accent, then for his peculiarities, which earned him ridicule in the classroom. But he excelled academically and athletically. It wasn’t until a fellow student had an unfortunate accident in chemistry class that Swagger would be pulled from school. The poor student’s face had been melted clean off. The chemicals they were using should not have been nearly as dangerous. And no one would notice that that student was a particular repeat offender in harassing Swagger.   

-When Swaggers Chosen was born into the world his hunger doubled. It became increasingly apparent that he couldn’t sustain a life in the French countryside, regardless of his mother’s support. It occurred to them that they wouldn’t be safe for much longer either. A career in warfare seemed appropriate for both his skills and dietary needs. Here, Swagger would flourish.

-Swagger is an incredibly competent soldier. Having absorbed everything he could get. Medic, demo, distance or close combat. You name it, he can do it. And he is an arrogant shit about it.

-Very playful on the field, chatty on the comms. However he can and will take over a situation, where he leads with care and efficiency.  The only reason he hasn't pursued a higher position is because he knows it will take away from his time in the field. He could give a fuck less for the paperwork involved. 

-Anything is a weapon in Swagger’s hands. Steel chairs, power tools, briefcase, pool ball, piano, wave runner, toilet, toilet water. That one incident with the zamboni.  Has been known to use his own rifle as a fucking warhammer when ammo is gone.

-Appears to be everywhere and nowhere. Seemingly popping up out of nowhere to help out any of his fellow teammates where he absolutely showboats. 

-Regularly rubs his skills in on the field. “You need me, don’t pretend” he purrs in his french lilt. 

-Annoys the absolute piss out of Nikto and König, frankly corvid behavior. Pokes at them just enough to get a snap before taking off with a chuckle. 

-Nosey. Not gossipy, no. Nosey He has the dirt on everyone, simply because he likes having the information. Will totally feign ignorance about some hot gossip, even though he found out about it days ago from someone else. 

-Is generally liked by the team, he can be conceited, but most have come to tolerate it. Actually gets along with Declan. He’s besties with Stilleto.

-World’s biggest sore loser. Can't play board games for this reason. Not since he got into a fist fight with Declan over Uno. Will accuse everyone of cheating. 

-Can't sit normally, likes to perch in high places. Absolutely kicks his legs like a toddler.

-Has freckles.

-Being a demon, Swagger is equipped with a “true” form he can shift into at will. Some of these elements peak through when he is particularly compromised or starving. Eyes that resemble that of a bearded vulture. He remains hidden under his mask and layers.

-Swagger’s mask became a necessity. The farther he falls, the harder it is to control himself. Noxious fumes and acidic fluid spills from his mouth in the heat of it all. The mask is to keep the fumes in rather than out.  These fumes can range from mild sedatives, psychedelics, or poisons.

-As stated above Swagger’s diet primarily consists of flesh and bone. He can eat processed animal meats or long dead corpses if he absolutely has to. But there is an emotional element to his feeding. Something about the residual emotion buried in the bones of a fresh kill is more filling. The more magical the better. Has been seen snacking on teeth like fucking m&ms.

-Has been found more than once painting himself in blood. For scent camouflage he claims. He’s certainly not obsessed with it aha.

-Has been confident since the day his mother’s told him stories of Chosen pairs. He always knew he would find his. He would just need to be patient. When the time came, he would devour them. Rightfully take back control of himself. That is until he meets her…..

#swagger cod #roland swagger kaminski #call of duty #mwiii #cod operator #monster au #pack kortac #take this from meeeee #but he's my aangeeeeellll

[the-queen-of-hell-666]

He’s the Law

Kinktober 2022 - Day 3

Pairing: Dark!Lee Bodecker x Dark!Fem!Reader

Kink: Public Sex 

Words: 2.6k

Summary: The owner of a fancy boutique tried to harass you but what he didn’t know was that the Sheriff was your husband.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, nipple play, marking/biting, overstimulation, creampie), violence, guns, dark themes

a/n: This is Day 3 of Kinktober 2022! I hope you all enjoy!

Banners by @vase-of-lilies​

You checked off the things on the small notepad you brought with you when you did your errands. Dry cleaners, check… wash the car, check… go grocery shopping, check… the only thing you had left was going to one of the expensive boutiques outside of town to get Lee a new pair of slacks for his uniform. His last ones were ruined when he decided to have a quickie before work and well.. he couldn’t explain the stains to the cleaners so he just wanted to buy a new pair.

You sighed as you climbed into the truck and drove a couple miles out of town. You looked like a mess, you were wearing a pair of sweatpants and one of Lee’s hoodies since it was freezing cold outside and you had your hair up in a bun. Everyone in town knew that you were running errands and they knew better than to insult the sheriff’s wife so they kept their comments to themselves.

You hated going to the nicer part of town that was right outside of the town, even on your best day in your Sunday dress and all dolled up, people still looked at you weird and acted like they were better than you and now with you looking like crap, you were definitely dreading this. 

You sighed as you pulled up to the boutique and you parked before getting out with your purse in hand and you walked in. The man behind the counter eyed you silently as you walked to the men’s section and started looking through the racks and tables. The man’s eyes followed you as you walked to the back, he smirked as he stared at your ass as he thought of what he could do to you.

You sighed as you looked through the black slacks trying to find one that Lee would like. You grumble under your breath wishing that Lee just did this himself instead of leaving this to you. You groaned as you set the slacks down and rubbed your temples softly, before the sound of someone clearing their throat startled you and you turned to her. 

“Need help?” He offered with a slight smile and you gave him a smile before shaking your head. 

“No, just looking for something for my husband.” You said as you thumbed through the folded pants. The man nodded before he walked away and you turned away and continued to look through the slacks. Fuck, this was stressful, you were ready to phone Lee and ask him to stop by after work but you weren’t one to give up. You decided to go and find a different store that maybe had more options. 

You clutched your bag before making your way to the exit before the man stopped you. “Why you running off so fast?” The man asked with a smirk as he rounded the counter. 

“What?” You asked as you held your bag closer to you.

He smirked as he walked closer to you and you could smell the chewing tobacco on his breath as he stared down at you. “Pretty gal like you should be spending your time with a real man.” He drawled as his hand caressed your arm and you immediately jerked away. 

“Get your hands off of me.” You sneered as you pulled away from him. 

“Don’t be like that, babe. Let’s have some fun.” He smirked as he tried to grab at your ass and you growled before punching him straight in the nose and he fell back against the counter as he groaned. 

“I said, don’t fucking touch me!” You yelled as you put as much distance with the man as you could. 

“You bitch! You broke my nose!” He growled as he held a hand to his nose. “I’m callin’ the cops.” He spat at you and a grin spread across your lips.

“Go ahead.” You spat as you leaned on the wall, you knew the man wasn’t going to let you leave so might as well enjoy the show that was about to go on. 

The man scoffed before he went behind the counter and picked up the receiver to the phone mounted on the wall and told the operator to get him the police. You sighed as you rubbed your head feeling a headache come on this wasn’t how you wanted to spend your day. You wanted to go home, have a nice bath after putting the food away, then wait for Lee to get home so you two could cook together before eating, then cuddle while watching tv, but unfortunately your plans were going to be cut short. You heard the man talking to Flo on the phone and you just smiled as you laid your head back.  This guy had no idea what he was getting himself into. It was a good forty-five minutes later when you heard the sirens and saw the flashing blue and red lights and you recognized the cruiser as it pulled up.

Lee sighed as he got the call over the radio that someone had assaulted some high end boutique owner outside of town. He hated taking calls like this because he didn’t want to get lectured by you when you were patching him up, but his election was coming up and he had to put up a good front. He just couldn’t wait to go home and cuddle you tight and wish that he could stay with you all day. He pulled up to the store and recognized the truck that you use all the time and he groaned as he laid his head back. Oh, lord, why are you always causing trouble? He sighed before getting out and he walked up to the door. 

You watched Lee walk up and he swung the door open before taking his hat off and looking from the man to you. He huffed softly and ran a hand through his cropped hair before turning to the man.

“What’s the problem, sir?” Lee asked as he crossed his arms. 

The man huffed, “This bitch just went crazy on me when I asked her if she needed help.” He scoffed as he glared at you, Lee growled under his breath as he heard the insult. “I feel bad for whoever she’s going home to. That poor bastard stuck with a bitch of-” 

The man didn’t get to finish his sentence before Lee punched him square in his jaw making him go down. “You talk about my wife again and I’ll fuckin’ kill you.” Lee growled as he kicked the man in the ribs before turning to you. “What did that creep do to you?” He asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“He tried to grab at my ass and I punched him in the nose.” You explained and Lee smirked as he heard what you did and he nuzzled into your hair. 

“That’s my girl. Now, let’s show this fucker who you belong to.” He growled against your hair and he rubbed your hips softly.

“Sounds good.” You smirked as he kissed your neck and pulled away before grabbing the man and yanking him up. Lee grabbed his handcuffs from his belt and cuffed the man’s hand behind him before slamming him into the chair behind the counter. The man slumped against the seat as his bleary eyes looked from Lee to you. 

Lee walked over to you and gripped your hips tight as he yanked you closer, “Can’t believe that piece of shit tried to touch you. Gonna show him that you belong to me and only me.” He growled possessively against your lips as he captured your lips in a dirty and heated kiss. You smirked at his possessiveness as he scooped you into his strong arms, before he tore off your hoodie revealing your bare breasts to the cool air making your nipples harden into small peaks. You smiled down at him as you laced your fingers through his hair as his hands cupped your breasts. 

He smirked at your breasts right in front of his face and he wrapped his lips around your nipple suckling softly before giving you a bite, making you gasp and tug on his hair. His one hand played with your other nipple, tugging on the bud before he slams you down on the table where some clothes are. The fabric shielded  your back when you lay against it and Lee’s mouth didn't stop as he sucked mark after mark on your skin. He pulled away to strip off his jacket and his tie before rolling up his sleeves and you smirked as you leaned on your elbows. 

“Come on, sheriff, don’t you wanna show me off?” You asked with a smirk as you kicked your shoes off before sliding your socked foot up his thigh to rub at his bulge. He growled before leaning over you and kissed you passionately as his hands gripped your waistband before yanking your pants and panties down. Lee pulled the rest of your clothes off before yanking you up and spinning you around to pin you down on the table. You moaned at the roughness of his hands and he curled himself over your back. 

You stared at the man across from you and you smirked as you bit your bottom lip and Lee nuzzled into your neck as he started humping your bare ass. “Mm, my sweet little wife. Gotta show you off so no one touches you again.” He grunted against your neck as his hands went down to undo his belt before pulling his rock hard cock out.

“Bet you wish this is you? Hm?” You asked the man with a smirk as you wiggled your ass against Lee. The man tried not to look at you but you couldn’t have that, “Look at me, you piece of shit!” You yelled at him making his head jerk towards you and you could feel Lee smirk against your neck. “You will watch Lee fuck me like you wanted to and then maybe just maybe, he’ll let you live.” You smirked as the man’s eyes widened and he tried to start begging and blubbering before you got up and grabbed your panties and shoved them in his mouth. “That’s better.” 

Lee smirked as he watched you and he slowly stroked his cock, you could get dark and scary and that’s why he married you because you could scare a grown man. You were his queen and he would make sure this whole town knew not to mess with you, even if it meant making an example out of this guy. 

You moved over to Lee and straddled his lap as he sat on the table. He smirked up at you as you kissed him passionately and his hand landed on your hip while one hand moved down to your pussy. He smirked at how wet you were just from some nipple play.

“Mm, so wet already, darlin’. Love when you get like this. My dark little girl.” He purred against your neck nipping softly at your skin. You smiled proudly as you felt him mark up your neck as he slid two fingers into your sopping pussy. You moaned as you felt his thick fingers fill you up and the rough pads of his fingers drag along your spongy walls. 

“Lee, please, need your cock.” You whined as his fingers started moving in and out of your soaked pussy. He smirked at your whining and he kissed on your neck nipping on your soft skin making you whimper softly. 

He kissed up your neck and to your lips, “Don’t worry, baby. You’ll get my cock, and I’ll make you feel so good.” He smirked before turning you around and pinning you to the table, before lining up and he slammed into your soaked pussy.

“Oh, fuck!” You cried out as you felt his cock deep in your pussy, his fat cock tearing you in two as his tip kissed your cervix. You bit your lip as your walls adjusted to his size, stretching you to your limit. Before you knew it, Lee was fucking in and out of your soaked pussy making you cry and moan as he moved fast. Your breasts bounced with each harsh thrust and his face was nuzzled into your neck, as his hips moved faster and harder. 

You had tears falling down your supple cheeks as he pulled orgasm after orgasm from your pussy, whispering the filthiest things in your ear making you keep eye contact with the man gagged and tied in front of you two. You smirked at the pitiful man but your smirk was soon wiped off your face as Lee gave you a spank before pinning you to the table. His large hands gripped your hips tight as he pulled your pussy back onto his cock, using you as his personal fuck toy as he chased his own orgasm after your forth one. 

“That’s my good girl. F-fuck, you’re so tight. Gonna make me cum. Gonna fill up your tight little pussy.” He grunted as his thrusts became sloppier and sloppier before he slammed into you and poured his cum deep in your pussy. He bit down on your neck as his hips jolted forward deeper into your cunt, making you moan softly as you gripped the wood of the table. Lee grunted as he filled you up before pulling out of you and shoving you to your knees and having you clean up his cock. 

He smirked at your tearful eyes as he made you take his cock down your throat. You gagged around him as you cleaned him up then he pulled you up and kissed you passionately as his arms wrapped around your hips. 

“My sweet little wife.” He grunted against your lips before pulling away and you helped him tuck himself back into his trousers. “Let’s get you dressed.” He sighed as he grabbed your clothes for you and helped you slip them back on and you smiled. 

“Thank you, Lee.” You smiled and kissed him on the cheek and you felt Lee slip you his gun and kissed your cheek.

“Give ‘em hell, darlin’.” He smirked and you walked over to the man and yanked the panties out of his mouth. 

“Here’s how this works. You say you won’t harass another woman so long as you live or I shoot.” You smirked as you turned the safety off and checked the magazine first. “Do you understand?”

The man scoffed at you, “You won’t shoot me. We both know that. Now be a good girl and-“ Bang! You shot him in the thigh, hitting an artery and blood poured out of his wound. The man screamed as the bullet hit him. “You fucking bitch!”

“I’m sorry I don’t think you understood me. You say that you will never harass another woman so long as you live or I let you bleed out. Left for dead just like the pathetic little man you are. Do you understand me?” You asked as you handed the gun back to Lee. 

The man groaned as he whimpered when his thigh twitched. “Fuck- fuck you, bitch.” He spat with what little pride he had left and you smirked, before shrugging and grabbing your bag.

“Then you’ll die, but you know what?” You said as you and Lee walked to the door. “I don’t really care because my husband is the law.” You winked before you two left the shop, ready to see the news report tomorrow.

#lee bodecker x you #lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x y/n #lee bodecker x female reader #lee bodecker smut #2022 kinktober #kinktober

[hypnotized-kittens]

favorite ships and ur headcanons for them? :3

Of course beautiful ✨🤭(⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

I should never trought that someone whould ever ask me for a ship , but well whatever Let's goOOoO

•Chad♥️Bryce

-ok first of all I want to say that the both of them really complement each other in some way , I mean , Chad it's Definitely the kind of lover who is willing to kill and die for his bf ; while Bryce is calm enough to understand and possibly accept someone so dramatic and insecure like Chad ( and Being capable of doing whatever it takes for him ) . Chad it's aware of the problems with money of Bryce so he always tries to help him with something 's : like the money :D . They have a secret relationship because they are scared that the other students whould bully them for that , or even their own clique ( mostly because I have the hc that the preps have grew up in homophobic families and they don't know how they Will react ) . Chad's dog doesn't really like Bryce so when He approaches Chad, Chester starts barking as if he was satan himself . Once he almost bites his nutz . He ended up bitting Chad nutz instead . It hurtalot babsbbsjssjjsjsjsjsjsnxlwjfvbfjdkdjd.

•Derby♥️Jhonny ( Dirtmoney )

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH , I love and feel ankward everytime I see this ship and their content, it's just prettyy and aoaoaiksoa

-they arlready felt a tention everytime they saw each other , so slowly but surely they fall in a crazy yet stupidly hot love . Everytime someone else aproaches to one of them , the other comes from begind the nowere and hugs from begind or kisses the neck with a " no maam , look for another " face . Derby often just goes and surround His arms over Jhonny's chest , He gets easily blushed with that and the preppie débil knows it ;⁠) . They have to meet in secret cuz ✨ SocIaL STatUs ✨. Derby still feels something strange about being with Jhonny (gay from the closet moment), but he doesn't give it that much importance. Jhonny, on the other hand, is surprised that his worst enemy was even More faithful than Lola, he's a bit closed off with affection to look like "the king of Bullworth," but sometimes he just can't help but blush too much around him.

•Beatrice♥️Dan

-Just happened, don't look at me like that . The " social ankward and LET'S FUCKING GOOOO " couple . Beatrice arlready had a crush on Dan when he was a nerd . He didn't notice after he became a jock . Dan truly treated her different in comparison with other nerds. Every time Beatrice does something clumsy to Dan, he has a fit because of so much tenderness, even though it doesn't show that much. Dynamic duo: they have each other's back. Once a greaser started bothering Beatrice too much, Dan spawned out of nowhere and hit him in the balls so hard that it literally made him scream like he was being killed. They often receive disapproval from their peers but they don't give a shit . For some strange reason Mandy no longer harasses Bea like before (⁠✿⁠☉⁠｡⁠☉⁠). And even stranger, the nerds are even nicer to Dan than before (well, everyone except Earnest).

•Gord♥️ Vanceeee

-I love it I love it please be eternal my dear god's . Hair and clothes combo , chaotic neutral bf's . Chances are, their friends and other students have seen them kiss or get too affectionate at some point, but most of them doesn't surprise or even cared very much because they saw it come in some point ( the first time was just "oh u are dating ? Cool now let me go back to my ordinary life" thing ) . Fruity in equallity , but Gord it's the blushingboys Maschine n° 9000 for Excellence . Vance has to stand on tiptoe to kiss Gord , It's small but tremendous. Gord definitely punched an old karen in the face just for a discount jacket as a gift for Vance. His greaser boyfriend had to defend him and end up saying: " Babe I love you and all that but you gotta admit even I have limits " . ( Ok he whould never say that but whatever ) .

EXTRA : •Melody♥️Pedro

- Don't cancel me please , I just think they look very cute together . Like , the happiest kid with the child with possible anxiety couple that makes drawnings , talk about bees and Make flower crowns that they find out there. Simply adorable (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

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#bully canis canem edit #bully #bully scholarship edition #bully fandom #bully ships #They where more but I don't have enought headcanons and some of them are literal cringe #I love this emojis 💖💋💌

[theemporium]

daniel's comment was disappointing but i'm not surprised. especially because we all know that basically every driver on the grid would say the exact same shit

like i love lando, alex, kevin, valtteri and the whole lot, but i'm not gonna pretend like they wouldn't say (or at least feel) the exact same thing as daniel if it were their team principals or bosses. and like the amount of people i've seen saying that daniel should kill himself over a poorly worded, stupid comment... yeah, they might have a lot more in common with that asshole of a workplace bully horner than they'd like to think

also this is not to say that daniel shouldn't be criticized. it's just so annoying and disappointing that this has all turned into a whole stan thing of "omg your fave driver sucks!!" instead of a serious conversation about the struggles that women in motorsports face. like i already saw this coming when the investigation first went public, and people were cheering like "red bull downfall!! best day of my life!!". a woman bravely making a complaint about her boss being controlling and a bully was made into a celebration for all the wrong reasons, and it really just pisses me off that people can't look past their stan lenses to see the seriousness of a situation

(also this is not about you at ALL, babes, and if you do not want to post this, then you really do not have to at all either ❤️)

no no, I completely agree with you!! it’s incredibly disappointing to see daniel’s comment in the same way it was to see lando’s response a few years back about the fans who got life bans after harassing female fans at races. it just makes you wanna shake these boys a bit until some common sense and general empathy reaches them.

but it shouldn’t make people stop focusing on the real problem. that poor woman was so brave and risked her whole career, and despite over 100 pieces of evidence, it was still shoved to the side like nothing. I can’t even begin to imagine how heartbreaking and disappointing and frustrating it must feel for her to know the likes of christian horner get to keep his job and continue on like nothing is wrong. it’s disgusting, truly and I want to hope that there’s still time for justice to be served because it’s what that woman deserves.

and not to compare the situations (because they are both horrific and disgusting) but it reminds me a little of the hockey canada situation when the five players’ names were revealed. instead of focusing on this horrific thing happening and the fact it has been ignored for so many years, people treated it like a competition of “my team could never!” or “my favourite player would never do this!”. and that isn’t the fucking point of it all.

the point is that situations like these keep occurring to women in sports, whether they are working in the sport or just happen to have these interactions with people high up in the sport, and the whole thing gets turned into a joke rather than focusing on it being a reoccurring problem. it’s disgusting. it’s vile. it’s horrible that these people are being protected by huge industries whilst the women in the situation are forced to risk everything and get no justice in return.

have your opinions on the drivers’ comments on the situation—god knows I’m insanely disappointed and frustrated with them too.

but please, for the love of everything holy, do not forget the bigger picture. do not forget the people who’ve actually committed the crimes. do not let this get brushed under the rug like they are trying so hard to do.

do not let these victims’ stories be reduced to a few jabs at your least favourite team or driver or player.

#cece answers

[thot-writes]

girlies idk if any of nyall have played tailor tales but im playing it rn bc apparently this one dude (dimitri) is supposed to be “””submissive””” but …. i have so many thoughts abt this im gonna rant

SPOILERS FOR TAILOR TALES DIMITRI ROUTE

ok im not finished yet but im in the climax (haha) of the story and girls girls girls i am so fuckin peeved off

first of all!!! 1) i would not call this a submissive route by a long shot. it still has every single otome trope of “omg he’s a man…” “he so tall and strong 😳😳” “it’s kinda weird that im 4 years older than him 😖”

like yes he’s shy and blushes a lot but that’s lichrally like the only submissive trait about him? once he gets horned up he “”switches your positions”” and becomes dominant, holding ur wrists down and shit and im sitting here tapping my watch like that judge judy gif waiting for an opportunity to be a dominant MC in my dominant MC route. like what?? who could possibly think that he’s submissive in this route??

2) when MC’s crusty ex boyfriend & his gf come harassing the MC for some reason her dumb ass thinks it’s “a bit excessive” to get security cameras inside and outside her boutique?? bitch huh?? they’re sending u mail and wrecking ur flowers and shredding ur packages and u think it’s a bit excessive??? first one to die in a horror movie syndrome right here girls

3) i get that some people like this but i HAAATE the slow burn “why am i jealous of him hanging out w other girls?” “why am i flustered when he’s shirtless?” type bullshit like im curious are people actually that dumb irl?? like babe ur either horny or in love it’s not fucking rocket science

4) on top of this, dimitri has shown very clear signs that he likes the MC. he even skraight up blurts out “i like you!” like despite the fact he retracts that and covers it up with some dumb “i mean ur a girl and i like girls” excuse im like PLEASE. USE UR BRAIN.

he takes pics of you, he blushes all the time around u, he likes it when u tease him and not ur alpha bestie sarah (god i wish we were sarah), HE HAS A PIC OF U TWO AS HIS SCREENSAVER, and MC is STILL like “wow… does he like me?? am i crazy??”

like yes bitch. ur crazy, but not for the reason u think. ur crazy for being SO DAMN OBLIVIOUS that even dimitri smacking u in the face with a neon sign that says “im in love with u” wouldn’t be enough to convince u!!

5) MC’s too polite 👿 when i think dominant i think someone who’s not afraid to stand up for shit when they think it’s right, and when dimitri gets slapped by his own mother instead of beating her senile ass into mince meat you’re STILL CORDIAL WITH HER???!!!

i’d be dragging her out of my damn shop by her karen haircut i can tell u that fucking much!!

6) on top of all that….. keep in mind that MC and dimitri have made out like four times at this point and just a few minutes earlier dimitri LITERALLY SAID “you’re special to me” SOMEHOW AIRHEAD MC IS STILL SURPRISED WHEN HE CONFESSES HIS LOVE FOR HER!!???!!!??

i seriously…. im … fucking seriously i couldn’t. there have been so many points in this story where im like “bitch are you dumb?” but this was takemichi-throwing-away-his-only-weapon-in-a-gang-fight dumb. as in i had to literally stand up from my computer, pace my room, and contemplate my existence because i just don’t understand what the fuck is going on in here on this day

i got so frustrated from that moment that that’s what spurred me to write this rant. i lichrally don’t think i could calm down otherwise because i am just in absolute awe at the sheer brainlessness of this MC. the current line of dialogue that remains frozen on my screen is “He what now?!”

also just an unrelated pet peeve but man i wish people who were horny for each other would just fuckin act on it more. MC is mad horny for dimitri and she just criticises herself for being a “horny teenager” when she’s only twenty-fucking-three dude??? does MC think that 23 year olds don’t fuck??? why is she acting like she’s retirement age or some shit?? fuck it, even old cunts in retirement are getting pussy! why does she think it’s so shameful to be horny as a 23 YEAR OLD???!!!

don’t get me wrong though. i still like the game, i love the fashion maker part of it and indie games w this much effort should always be supported imo. but im just disappointed that i went into this game expecting it to be a different spin on the same tired otome tropes we’ve seen over and over and instead it’s just regurgitating every single cliche

absolutely no hate on the dev(s?) this is just my critique of it— calling dimitri a submissive route just bc he blushes & can cook is a complete wrong move. he’s not submissive, MC is not dominant (just cheeky), and i doubt any predominantly dom fans would see them as such. the entire route gives me the vibe of “a predominantly submissive person trying — and failing — to write a dominant one”

no shame or shade if u can’t do that btw, we all have our strengths, im sure i would suck shit at writing a submissive MC if i were making an otome. but it’s like… either commit to the bit and learn how to write dominant MCs better, or stick to ur strengths and continue writing submissive ones.

anyway sorry for the wall of text i just had to vent my frustrations. it is SEVERELY disheartening to get ur hopes up for some good rep and instead getting….. whatever this is

that being said if anyone of nyall like fashion and don’t mind being a *cough* sub *cough* i do recommend tailor tales, it’s on steam for anyone who’s interested!

#musings #tailor tales #vent #rant

[letterstopedrito]

#6

Hola Pedro

My L key is fucked up so I keep having to double tap it to get the Ls to show up lol.

I drank a whole bottle of wine... Barefoot Pink Moscato, because I grew up poor and I'm a sucker for the cheap shit.

I was talking to my husband about you as if we're old friends, as I usually do. He said "Damn you're really obsessed with him." I proceeded to defend myself, obviously. "I'm not obsessed with another man, babe." And he said "you don't have to defend yourself, I understand."

It's funny, because I do see myself as somewhat separate from the hordes of fans calling you daddy. Don't get me wrong, you are gorgeous. I'm a sucker for brown eyes and curly hair. My husband has beautiful brown eyes and I'd even venture to say he's more conventionally attractive than you. But there is a reason I'm so drawn to you.

It has little to do with your rugged single dad characters over the last few years, and more to do with how you appear in interviews. Due to the parasocial nature of our relationship, I have no idea what you're like in real life. But I assume, based on the fact that you can't even be mean to TMZ harassing you about your coffee order, that you are actually a super sweet, patient, kind, genuine, and humble person.

I'm drawn to that, idk. Like I literally just want to meet you, take a picture with you, and tell you how much you mean to me. It really is just extremely nice to know that there are people on this planet like you.

I tell my husband that your golden retriever energy reminds of him if he was a little more outgoing or "flamboyant." Basically if my husband was Chilean/Latino he would probably be remarkably similar to you(r public persona). I'm drawn to that gorgeous rugged man with a heart of gold energy. I really enjoy being around men who are comfortable being loud and happy and silly.

I like how you dance in public, how you take the "daddy" bullshit in stride, how you laugh a full belly laugh and wheeze like an old man. It's just endearing. It makes me love you. It's really hard to explain. Like yeah I find you attractive. If you were just a regular dude I met at my coffee shop, and I was a single woman, I'd make a move for sure. But I have this guy who I love with every fiber of my being, so instead I simply admire you.

I love that you worked really hard to get where you are. I love that you're kind of a theatre nerd. I love that you read interesting books. I love that you drink 6 shots of espresso on ice. I love that you seem genuinely surprised the internet finds you attractive. I love that you love movies. I love that your best friends are famous, but you met them in your late teens/early twenties when no one knew who you were (it shows me that you're a loyal friend). I love that you do silly little projects for charity (community table read, home move: the princess bride). I love that you're a vocal ally and support your sister Lux. I love that you seem politically conscious in a connected way, in a way that many celebrities have been too successful for too long to really grasp. I love that you're real, genuine, humble, kind, intelligent, well read, funny, sweet, whatever.

This is really parasocial brainrot of me, but I just think we could actually be friends, which is why I decided to make my journal blog letterstopedrito instead of just "my existential crises." I know we will never be friends and that you will never read these, but it's nice to pretend that I met you and we hit it off and it wasn't romantic or sexual. We just connected on a level that I could tell you all my problems and inner thoughts and work through shit and you listen and help me through it. It's a nice fantasy I guess.

Te amo (a una amigo)

G.

P.S. I redownloaded duolingo. Determined to learn spanish goddamnit.

#letterstopedrito #6 #pedro pascal

[blitzendoggo]

Knight in Wooden Prosthetic Legs

A creep keeps hitting on S.G. and Captain Mercury comes to the rescue

S.G./Mercury (871 words)

~~~

S.G. is by no means a "push over." Sure, she's not strong but they're a psychic changeling. He's scary!

Which makes this situation even more irritating.

"Come on, beautiful," the creep purrs. If S.G. had eyes, she is certain it would be twitching.

"No, fuck off," S.G. says for the millionth time.

"What do you have to lose?" the creep counters and S.G. has to stop themself from swinging on this man. Glib made him promise to not get into any trouble while he and Goodbid were away. Canyon was supposed to be with her, but he's somewhere else in the tavern. Probably playing cards and swindling them some money.

"I have a boyfriend," S.G. snaps. It's a bold face lie, but they've used worse lies and gotten away with it. Hopefully, Canyon will appear any second now and play along with it.

"What kind of boyfriend would leave his gorgeous girlfriend all alone at the bar?" the creep asks with a sickly-sweet, innocent tone. "Sounds like you need a new one."

S.G. opens his mouth to tell the creep off for implying that they're a girl, when a smooth voice cuts her off.

"Hey, babe," a Brazilian voice says from behind S.G. "Sorry I was gone so long! This place isn't exactly built for me, ya know." He walks up and stands directly next to S.G., who promptly forgets how to breathe. Their "boyfriend" is a merman with large wooden prosthetic legs. He has long dark blue hair which is tied back in a loose ponytail, and his skin is a green-leaning teal. His dressed in a loose-fitting seaman outfit.

"Oh, it's okay," S.G. says once her brain has caught up with him. "I know taverns never make it easy for you."

The merman flashes them a smile that could melt ice, it very nearly melts S.G. "Who's your friend here?" he asks turning back to the creep.

"I'd say friend is an overstatement," S.G. hisses under his breath.

"I was just about to buy her a drink," the creep says, not realizing he is in over his head.

"Oh really?" the merman deadpans. "Because it looked like you were harassing my baby." S.G. immediately takes notice of how this merman is avoiding gendering them, probably realizing that they're a changeling, and therefore, has no gender. His voice dropped into a low growl, and -dammit it S.G. now is not the time! He places his hand on S.G.'s hip and pulls her slightly closer to himself. His hand is high on his hip, the way a friend would give someone a side hug. S.G., catching on to what he's doing, leans into him. She rests her hand on his shoulder and places their hand over his, slowly moving it down to wear a lover would place their hand.

"Well, its not my fault that-"

"No, it is," the merman cuts him off gruffly. "It is your fault. They told you no, you didn't listen." He leans closer to the creep who suddenly looks very nervous. "If I catch you around here again, I will make sure no one finds your body," he growls.

The creep jumps to his feet and runs to the door. The sailor simply laughs at the cowardice.

"Serves him right." He drops his hand and turns to look at S.G. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," S.G. says with a smile. "I could've taken him, but my friends told me not to get into any fights while they were gone, or they'd take away my salt lamp-genie."

S.G.'s savior, instead of having the normal response of staring at him like she's crazy when they bring up a salt lamp-genie, laughs with his full chest at her.

"Salt lamp-genie, huh?" he asks with genuine curiosity.

"Yes, his name is Djarrid and I would be distraught without him," S.G. explains.

"Right, Djarrid. Fine name for a genie if I do say so myself," he says nodding. "Oh, I'm Captain Mercury, by the way." He holds out his hand for S.G. to shake. "I really hope I didn't cross any boundaries when I touched you."

"I'm S.G.-" she shakes his hand, "-and no you did not. That creep was trying to feel me up, you were trying to help me."

"Well maybe you'll let me buy you a drink," Mercury says coyly before quickly adding, "so that way I stay close to you and can watch for that creep," with a wink.

"Oh yes, I will need your protection from the creep for the rest of the night," S.G. teases back. "If he tries again, I very well might kill him," they deadpan.

Mercury barks out a laugh at that. "So maybe I'll be protecting him from you," he chuckles. "So, what's your poison of choice?"

"I'll just drink whatever you order," S.G. says dismissively, but a thought occurs to her. "I'll drink whatever you order me, as long as I can drink it from your cup," he says with what they hope is a flirtatious look.

Mercury smiles back. "I like the way you think."

#date this hot merman #d&dorks #sir superhero #momoiscariot #s.g. iguess #captain mercury #s.g. iguess/captain mercury #fanfic #repost #S.g. was totally holding back #s.g. has a single track mind and right now it is saying

[hotwings0203]

Thinking thots about bully/teasing bakugo and kirishima who gang up on you 24/7

Tw: noncon, bullying

Kiri would be the middleman, trying to act as your savior (even tho he acts just as bad as bakugo sometimes) and bakugo would ofc be the instigator at all times

They constantly harass you, sometimes kiri will playfully snatch up your homework which you were so diligently working on and hold it behind his back, just so you can lunge your arms around his middle and try to grasp it behind him. But it’s too late, he’s already dropped the paper and grabbed your wrists so you’re trapped with your arms around him. Bakugo sees the opportunity to cop a feel, snickering when you squeal and thrash against kiri’s bulky body (much to kiris delight ofc)

“Come on bakugo, don’t tease her so much. Look at how nervous you’re making the poor thing!”

“Shut the hell up shitty hair, if she really hated this she’d call for help.”

But something tells you they wouldn’t give you a chance even if you wanted to call out, based on the way they bare their fangs at you and tighten their hold on your body.

If they feel like you’re ignoring them and not giving them the attention they want, you’ll soon feel erasers bounced off your head from the back of the class, and various catcalls. When you whip your head around to glare at them, you’re met with an innocent smile from the redhead and a disgusting leer from the hothead.

“The fuck are you looking at princess? See something you like?”

“Don’t be so harsh on her man. But hey, Y/N, if you’ve already got your attention on us, could you come over here for a sec? We need some help on this assignment.”

You can’t say no after seeing Bakugo’s hand glow a fiery orange under the table, his show of quirk scaring you into scuttling over to their table.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out they’re not really struggling at all on the assignment, bakugo especially. Kiri was the only one who had legitimate questions, but you knew bakugo could always help him without your presence.

They pressure you into coming to their dorms later in the evening to aid their studies, giving half assed excuses for the choice of time with grunts of “we have trainings the afternoon, wouldn’t expect your weak ass to understand,” followed by an arm swat from Kiri.

You make it into their dorm, wishing they had picked a library instead (that idea was shut down when kirishima sheepishly rubbed the back of his head and gave you puppy eyes, whining about how he can’t focus in public settings)

The boys have cleaned up nicely, surprisingly. It takes no time to settle down onto their couch and opening up your projects, going over the problems they concocted. It almost seems too perfect, both are shockingly mute in their usual abuse, even though they sit a little too close for comfort. You brush it off in favor of focusing on explaining various formulas that even bakugo himself doesn’t quite understand.

But your ease is short lived when you feel two pairs of hands wandering up to your thighs.

You try to subtly push kiri’s big hands away from the juncture of your legs, but he merely activates his quirk and grips your skin tighter.

Abruptly trying to stand up fails too, as bakugo yanks your arm towards himself, causing you to stumble and fall back against his heavy chest. His own meaty fingers trail down the valley of your shirt, pulling down your V-neck shirt. You cry out for them to stop, that you want to go home, but you’re silenced when a hand claps over your mouth so hard that you’re sure you’ll have bruises the next day.

Your hands flail around, trying to hit whatever they come in contact with but are promptly seized as well.

You can feel kiri grab your chin with his hardened hands, and he yanks your head to look at him

He doesn’t have puppy dog eyes anymore. Bakugo chuckles as he hears your muffled whimpers, the rumbling of his chest vibrating against your back.

“We’ve tried being nice and patient with you babe, okay? You were the one who came here at your own will, so don’t try and fight us now. Be a good girl for me and bakugo, and I promise we’ll make you feel good.”

Nice? Coming at your own will? They truly were crazy, you thought as you felt the jagged edges of the hardened hand make small cuts and scraped against your jaw.

To prove his point, bakugo activated his quirk to heat up at the same time kirishima went halfway hard on his hand. You wail against your makeshift gag, but refuse to fight back any further, opting for their mercy instead.

They get the idea, and they deactivate their quirks in favor of striking various parts of your body, hands creeping in and out of your clothes, dipping into tight crevices across your figure.

“Well look at that. What’s wrong slut, don’t wanna fight your big, bad bullies anymore? That’s cute. I’m honestly not surprised a weak little fuck like you gave up so easily, I’m almost disappointed in how predictable you are.”

He removes his hand and starts to rub the undersides of your tits, relishing at how soft they are.

“Please, please don’t-I have to...to meet up with Mina and Jirou later! They’re gonna wonder where I am!” You make up some bullshit excuse as a last resort to salvation, but your heart drops as their ministrations merely gain aggression.

“Yeah? At this time of the night? Wow, I knew you were weak but after helping us with all that schoolwork I wouldn’t have suspected you’re brain dead also. Better luck next time with a more believable excuse, little bitch.” You yelp as the blond ducks his head down and sinks his teeth into your neck.

“We’ll just have to show you that you belong here, with and under us. Your friends can wait until later...unless you think they’re more important than us?” Kiri glares at you from between your legs.

You meekly shake your head, and he lets out a happy hum as he rips off your pants.

At least you had the right mind to not mention hanging out with other boys, too.

#bully bakugou #bully kirishima #bakugo smut #kirishima smut #yandere bakugo katsuki #tw: noncon #bnha x fem!reader #bakugo x you #yandere kirishima x reader #yandere kirishima #bnha yandere #mha smut #bakugo katsuki x reader

[storiesforallfandoms]

the only one for me ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1493

request?: yes!

“MGK Fluff ??”

description: the endless dating rumors regarding her boyfriend start to get to her

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, insecurities

masterlist (one, two)

Logging onto Twitter and seeing yet another dating rumor regarding my boyfriend and some famous, beautiful female was basically a daily routine at this point. It seemed to be nothing new, but that didn’t make it hurt any less every time I saw a new post about it.

The latest rumored lady to have “stolen Colson’s heart” was Megan Fox, who had starred in Colson’s latest music video. The article I was reading stated how much chemistry Colson and Megan had on set and how it was “so obvious” that they had a secret romance happening behind the scenes.

I wasn’t hurt because I believed the rumors. I trusted Colson. I knew he’d never cheat on me, but seeing all these beautiful women and seeing his fans and media outlets commenting on how cute he would look with someone else so much prettier than me really did nothing for my confidence.

I wasn’t famous, I was just your average girl who worked an average hob and went to school on the side. Due to this, Colson and I decided to keep our relationship a secret so I wouldn’t be harassed by paparazzi and fans. I appreciated the privacy I had been getting, but it did make it hard to see all these dating rumors.

This rumor got to me in a way the others hadn’t before and I had an overwhelming urge to call Colson. He was probably asleep or preparing for the show that night, but I needed to hear his voice.

I was shocked when he answered on the third ring. “Hey babe!”

I could hear a crowd on his end of the call. “Hey! What’s all the noise?”

“We’re celebrating before I go on stage.”

“Before?” I asked, teasingly. “What are you guys celebrating?”

“The Bloody Valentine video hit a million views in less than 24 hours! None of my videos have ever done that before, so we’re celebrating.”

“Oh my God, Colson that’s amazing! Congratulations!”

Someone called out to Colson on his end. I could hear him responding, but his response was muffled as I realized the voice was a female voice.

“Is that...is that Megan?” I asked.

“Yeah! We invited her since she’s the leading lady of the video.” Another comment was made by Megan, to which Colson said to me, “She says hi!”

I couldn’t respond. I could feel tears starting to well up in my eyes and I was afraid Colson would hear my voice breaking if I spoke. Instead, I managed to squeak out a “gotta go” before hanging up.

~~~~~~

As I expected, there were articles published about the video celebration, specifically about Colson and Megan. A handful of pictures were taken outside wherever the celebration was taking place of Colson and Megan laughing as he puffed on a joint. The captions posted under this picture from numerous sites and fan pages were all the same: “look how cute Megan and Colson are!”

I had to go offline for a while because I was getting more upset than I had before.

It seemed like Colson didn’t notice as much as I did, so I never really brought the issue up. I didn’t want him to think he couldn’t be friends with women, or think of me as a jealous girlfriend or anything.

But I knew he could tell something was off. He kept trying to coax it out of me, but I wouldn’t budge. I figured he would grow tired of my refusal and would let it go. The last thing I expected was to come home from work one day and find Colson waiting for me in my apartment.

“Hey!” I said when I found him sat in my living room. “What are you doing here?”

“We have a few days before the next show, so I asked to come home before then,” he said. “I wanted to talk to you.”

The six worst words to ever hear. I felt my worry rise as I approached him and sat next to him on the couch.

“What’s on your mind lately?” he asked. “I know you keep saying it’s nothing, but I can tell it’s not nothing. I’m worried about you, babe. You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

I looked down at my lap as I shrugged. “It’s nothing. Just work and school, I guess.”

“Is this about Megan?”

For some reason, hearing him say her name felt like I was being stabbed through the heart. I had to bite my lip to try and hold back my tears.

“When you hung up so suddenly during the video celebration, I realized something was up,” he said. “And then you started deleting your social media accounts, or making them private, and you were acting different. It all started that night. If it’s because we invited Megan to the party, I’m sorry if that upset you. There was no underlying meanings behind inviting her, it was just because she was in the video and we decided she should be at the celebration.”

“It’s not because she was there!” I finally snapped, unable to hold myself back. “I don’t care if you’re friends with Megan, or with any woman, but I do care that everyone thinks you’re dating every female who so much as breathes in your direction. And it really doesn’t help my self-esteem to see people saying how happy you look or how cute you’d look with someone who is, like, a million times prettier than me.”

“Babe, that’s not true,” he said. “I mean, I’ve seen the rumors about me and Megan, but it’s not all the women I’m friends with - ”

I laughed, humorlessly. “No, not all of them. Just Chantal and Noah and Ash and Sommer and now Megan. So no, not all of them, just most of them.”

I could see the gears turning in Colson’s head as he thought about it. Maybe he didn’t see the same stuff I did, maybe I just saw more because of how insecure it made me. But those rumors were there, and they had been nearly our entire relationship.

“I’m sorry,” he said again. “I never realized...I don’t attention to shit like that. I never thought much about the way I acted around my female friends.”

“You treat them the way you treat the boys,” I said. “I’ve seen how you are with Ash, the two of you are just friends. But people don’t believe that men and women can just be friends so when they see men and women acting as friends, they assume that means they’re dating. There’s nothing you can really do about it.”

Colson put a hand on mine and gave it a squeeze. “You don’t believe any of that shit though, right? You know it’s all media bullshit.”

I nodded. “Yeah, of course I do. I know you’d never cheat on me. I trust you so much.”

“And you can’t possibly believe that they’re any more beautiful than you are.”

I chuckled. “Okay, that one I can’t agree to considering the person you’re currently in a dating rumor with is Megan fucking Fox. I mean, have you seen her? She’s the most beautiful woman in the world!”

“Not to me she’s not.”

I looked away from him again, feeling my cheeks heat up and a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “You don’t mean that.”

“Of course I do.” I felt his finger gently touch my chin, lifting my head so I would look at him. “(Y/N), I hope you know you mean the world to me. You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever known, and you own my heart. You’re the only one for me and I love you more than words could ever say. I’m sorry you’ve had to witness all these stupid rumors, and I’m sorry I never noticed them so I could assure you of all of this sooner. But I mean it, you’re everything to me. I love you so much.”

The tears I had been holding back for so long finally started to fall down my cheeks. I awkwardly laughed as I tried to wipe them away, but they just kept coming. “That was so cliche.”

“You loved it, though.”

“I love you, that’s a whole different thing.”

Colson smiled and pulled me in for a kiss. Warmth filled me as my lips touched his, and it was just another reminder that he was mine. I ran my hand through his hair and leaned into him until we were both laying back on the couch.

When we finally managed to pull away from one another, Colson rested his forehead on mine. “Did you have any other plans today?”

I shook my head.

“Good, because I don’t intend on letting you leave this apartment any time soon.”

He wrapped me into a tight cuddle, and I gladly accepted these plans he had made for us.

#machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly imagine #machine gun kelly x reader #colson baker #colson baker imagine #colson baker x reader #mgk #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[erodasfishtacos]

Three Minutes

Prompt: Harry slips up and it’s only right his wife serves him a little punishment.

Word Count: 3.2 k +

Warnings: Language, Sexual Content (sexting, dirty talk, public, subby!h)

AN: I’m excited to share this!! I’m pretty sure I’m going to do a part 2. Let me know if you’d like to see this! I’m dedicating this to @harrywritingsbyme because she’s an amazing writer and you need to read everything of hers! Requests open ☺️

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Harry was dreading his interview with Howard Stern. The guy was an obnoxious prick who had no filter and liked to put people on the spot - it’s what he’s doing right now. 

You were off to the side, watching the interview next to Jeff. It was matter of time before Howard brought you up to pick and prod at your husband.

“So Harry, you’re married, yes?” Howard asks, typical sunglasses on and curly permed hair donned. His mouth a little to close to the microphone.

“Yeah, I am,” Harry smiles tightly, hands rubbing on this upper thighs. He spares a quick glance over to you.

“She’s here, right?” Howard looks over at you and winks, “Fucking gorgeous babe, huh?”

You roll your eyes at the interviewers remark and Harry’s isn’t pleased but nicely responds, “She’s amazing, way out of my league.”

Howard laughs, “Now I have to ask you, does she tour with you?”

Harry replies, “Yeah. For the most part, sometimes she’ll go off to visit family or friends for a bit.”

The interview smirks, “Does she get worried you’re going to fuck other people while she’s not there? I mean you have girls falling at your feet. It must be hard to avoid temptation.”

You blink owlishly, attempting to contain the offended scoff bubbling in your throat. Jeff snickers and you send him a elbow.

Your husbands face can’t hide his annoyance at the question, “Are you asking me if it’s hard not to cheat on my wife?”

“I mean you could have a line up of girls after every show willing to blow you. I couldn’t be satisfied going home to the same thing every night.”

The band is looking back and forth at each other - clearly uncomfortable. Mitch’s face completely blank - of course.

“Well, I mean - I think that kind of stuff like...people going crazy over you was exciting when I was a bit younger. But no, I mean I’m very much in love and also consider myself a monogamous person.”

“Man, I mean - some of the songs you write about her? Watermelon Sugar, that’s clearly about eating her out,” Howard laughs, the tune playing softly in the background.

Jeff nearly chokes on the water he’s drinking and you pat him hard on the back - as payback for making Harry do this interview.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had pussy so good I’d write about it,” the interview jokes crudely. The women interviewer tittering in the background at his antics.

Harry fumbles, “Uh-uhm, it’s not uh- necessarily about anything or any act like...in particular. Just about having a good time with the person you love.”

The female interviewer who stays mostly quite chirps in to break the tension, “Is it hard to be long-distance when she’s not on the road with you?”

“Not at all. Most of the time she’s with me but we’re lucky we have technology that helps us not feel so far away from each other.”

Howard smiles, “How do you not go crazy being without sex for long amounts of time?”

It’s odd how obsessed this guy is with sex. As well as painting Harry as some sex-crazed rockstar who can’t go a day without.

Harry then goes on to put his entire, big ass foot in his mouth. “Y‘know that’s uh-that’s what good about FaceTime and Snapchat.”

The interviewer grins like a predator at Harry’s admission. You’re face is bright fucking pink. You’re gonna murder him.

“Well you heard it here first, folks. The key to how Harry Styles - one of the greatest artist of his time- keeps a happy relationship with his wife while he’s on the road. Dick pics and FaceTime sex.”

Harry glances over at you, his face apologetic as he already knows he in trouble.

You’re not that embarrassed - it not like it’s a weird thing to do but you didn’t want him talking about it with a trashy talk show host. 

The interview is almost over which is good because Harry’s about to lose his temper after he’s asked about his step-father’s passing and the stalker who was harassing you two.

During the interview however, you get a wonderful fucking idea as easy payback for Harry’s little slip up.

After Harry’s tossed his headset and microphone pack off with a little too much force to be unnoticeable - he’s sliding up beside you.

“Baby love,” He murmurs sheepishly into your cheek, nuzzling there for a moment, and breathing in the scent of your shampoo.

“You did good, H,” You reply softly, landing a soft kiss to his lips before pulling back to brush his hair off his forehead.

“Y’not mad?” Harry asks warily, knowing he got nervous and gave a little too much information.

“No baby, not mad at all,” Your voice steady and believable. It was true - you weren’t mad, just a little annoyed.

He seems confused. He knows you like the back of his hand and usually, you get peeved when he says something in interviews you’d rather the word not know.

Like the one time he let it slip you had an affinity for hooking up in hotel pools after dark. Prat.

**

Harry multiple appearances that day and it ends in a dinner at a fancy restaurant in Beverly Hills with big wigs.

You were invited but declined, despite Harry’s pouting and whines for you to go. You were the only thing that made these work obligations go faster.

However, you had other plans and a little bit of revenge to play on your unsuspecting husband.

All in good fun - of course.

**

Harry sits down with a group of people from his label. They’re all dressed in tight suits and rolex watches.

Harry on the other hand is in a flowy button-up only halfway done and a tight pair is skinny jeans. Jeff is dressed pretty casually too.

They were talking about tour dates and had just received their appetizers when he gets the text from you. Your name in his phone as baby love.

Harry nearly chokes on his water when he opens the message to reveal an image of you nearly naked in your shared bed. You skin tone standing out against the baby blue comforter.

You have one of his vintage tees on as well as some creme boyshort panties. The shirt is lifted though, rumpled up by your collarbones to reveal your breasts.

Harry wants to drool over the picture but doesn’t want to risk anyone else seeing his wife in any state of undress. So he quickly responds.

Baby, I’m at dinner.

You reply with another picture. A hand tucked down your underwear, cupping your heat. He can see the outline of your fingers underneath the thin fabric.

Already have something you could eat.

Harry can already feel himself twitch in his jeans. Cut it the fuck out now

Another. Fucking. Picture. Comes through.

This time you’re completely stripped, tits visible with soft pink peaks, and a hand strategically covering your cunt. 

Make me, H.

It clicks what game you’re playing. You rarely sent anything risqué when you where together because you had each other physically.

Harry curses under his breathe, locking his phone and pushing back his chair a little too fast - excusing himself to the loo.

As soon as he clicks the lock on the single-person restroom, he’s pressing on your contact information and you pick up on the very first ring.

“You bloody brat, I’m out at dinner,” Harry hisses at you, giving himself a rough squeeze through his tighten trousers.

All he hears back is a breathy moan. He’d know that sound anywhere - you’re touching yourself.

“What the fuck are you playin’ at?” Your husband demands, but the clipped edge in his tone tells you how much it’s affecting him.

“Just a little payback, babe...for spilling our dirty secrets,” you hum innocently, deciding to send him another picture.

It’s a simple photo without context some might not even understand. It’s just your hand but your fingers glistening with your arousal. 

Harry’s hand is about to crush is phone into bits as his eyes roam the picture. He was nearly panting, already able to imagine the taste and smell.

He takes a deep breath before he threatens you, “if you don’t pull your desperate little self together right now- I’m not going anywhere near that needy cunt and I’ll make you spend all night choking on me.”

Instead of the typical, sad whimpers he expects to hear - he receives a patronizing, high-pitched giggle.

“That’s not how it’s going to work tonight, H,” you inform him in a matter-of-fact manner before continuing, “we’re playing by my rules.”

Your husband laughs in disbelief, echoing against the bleak bathroom walls, “and what those rules, sweetheart?”

“You’re going to go sit through your nice little dinner, rockstar. And I’m going to send you pictures, maybe some videos to watch to keep you entertained. If you don’t open them within three minutes each time and reply - you’re not coming tonight. The couch will have a blanket and pillow ready for you.”

If he was in charge, he’d laugh and remind you that you two have three lovely guest rooms he could choose from. But he doesn’t want to push it.

“Fuck,” Harry spits, having to cram his hand into his jeans to adjust himself so he doesn’t look like a pervert when he goes back out.

But he was so fucking game.

He’d do anything you wanted from him - no matter if he could embarrass himself in front of business partners or fans. He was besotted, whipped, whatever you wanted to call him.

“Are you going to be good for me, baby?” You coo tauntingly, from the other end of the line. Basking in his little huffs of air and the agitated lift in his voice.

“Yeah, m’gonna be good,” he murmurs gruffly, his demeanor had changed now that he wasn’t in charge any longer - always willing to let you be dominant when you wanted to be. 

It wasn’t often - but when you did, Harry would fall into a nice, fuzzy headspace of compliance and submission. He always wanted to please and this amplified all of his desires.

“Best husband I could ask for, you know?” You reward, knowing that the games are just getting started and you wanted to make this last.

“I love you s’much,” Harry automatically returns, with deep devotion and honesty. His voice as sweet as maple syrup.

“Are you hard, H?” 

He grips himself, like he’d just remember, “m’really fucking hard for you.”

“Snap an picture for me, pull yourself together, and then go back to your table - don’t forget the rules.”

“Yes ba-“

Then you end the call while he’s talking.

Harry’s a little shaky as he swipes onto his camera. He grips the thick outline of his cock, rings glinting in the dull lights, and takes a picture.

He hopes it’s good enough and quickly sends it before splashes some cold water on his face and thinking of anything but his naked wife laying at home in their bed - wet and horny.

Jeff gives him a side-eye when he sits back down, casually throwing a napkin over his lap because he can’t help the semi that refuses to go down all together.

“You alright?” His manager asks him, the others still in the throws of tour venues and vendors discussions.

Harry nods, lying easily “the missus couldn’t find her phone charger - thought I nipped it.”

“You do love to steal those,” his friends agrees before cutting off one of them men to suggest three days at Madison Square Garden instead of two.

Harry’s clutching his phone like a lifeline, anticipating the indicative text vibrations that let him know you’ve sent something.

However, despite how many times he checks, fifteen minutes pass and still nothing has sent from you. He almost starts to worry if you’re okay.

But just like the sneaky little thing you are, you wanted to give him enough time to calm down and relax before rilining him up again.

When it finally alerts him, he’s unlocking his phone and opening the message thread as fast as possible. 

The picture makes his jaw almost drop on the fucking carpeted floor. You’re in one the large closets in your home- the one that holds all of his Gucci suits in particular.

There is a massive floor to ceiling mirror in this room that you’re standing in front of. You’ve slid on one of his custom silk Gucci button-ups that has styles embroidered on the breast pocket without doing doing up any of the buttons.

He’s an absolutely goner for you in anything that makes you look like his property - the large engagement ring and wedding band on your left ring-finger satiates that feeling quite well.

It takes he a moment before he realizes what else you’re wearing. Your fucking collar. It sat tight around your neck, the expensive leather biting into your skin.

Your one hand was holding the phone and the other had a hand teasing at one of your hardened nipples through the silk fabric of the shirt.

He keeps his phone in his lap with a dim light setting so nobody can risk a chance at seeing such explicits pictures of what’s his.

You look so good with my name on you, baby. Please, want to see you in just the collar, take off the shirt.

Harry fumbles along with the conversation, that’s revolving all around him, “Yeah, I loved Argentina. Definitely want to got there again.”

Buzz.

How’d you already forget I’m in charge? Maybe I’ll just go to bed if you’re not going to follow instructions.

As punishment - if you can really call it that - in the next image you don’t have the collar on any longer and you’ve done up a few buttons on the silk shirt.

Harry feels panicked at the thought of you stopping. He was in a nice, soft headspace clinging onto anything you were willing to give him - desperate to make you happy.

I’m sorry, baby. I’ll be good for you. You’re so fucking sexy. I can basically taste you on my tongue.

“Harry?” Jeff draws him out of his haze. He’s looking at him expectantly, eyebrow quirked, and a martini in his hand.

“What did you say?” Harry asks, eyes itching to dart back down to the screen of his mobile.

“Would you want Kacey to open for you again in North America?” Jeff repeats with annoyance.

“Oh, uh-yeah, that’d be great,” he tells them without really think about it.

He should be paying attention to this pretty important meeting but he can’t when he gets another alert.

The video is back in the bedroom, your delicate fingers sliding down your torso with the button-up pooled around your ribs.

Your hand slowly, at a near crawl- traces down with the camera until the manicured tips of your fingers are at your mound.

Harry’s stomach is tensing in excitement as he watches your fingers dip into the part in your slick, swollen folds.

He has to bite back a groan when the video cuts off and he reads the text below the attachment.

Was this the pussy you enjoyed eating so much you won a Grammy writing about? Was Howard right in his interview?

If Harry was in charge, he would have delivered a few resounding smacks to your arse for how cocky you were being - despite it being the absolute truth.

Did he write and win a Grammy based on a song about how much he loved eating his wife out? Sure fucking did.

Baby love. Yeah, wrote it about you. Write all my songs about how much I love you and your body. Everything is yours.

Harry is so good when he’s subby - is the thing.

Harry was a sappy sod anyways, always ready to tell you how much he loved you and thousand of other sweet things. This just amplified all of his warm, fuzzy emotions.

Send me a picture of your left hand

He hesitates for a moment, still nodding along to the ebb and flow of the business talk but having no actual idea what they’re talking about.

Harry places his large, wide hand flat on the table in front of him. He knew why you wanted his left hand - you were just as possessive as him. 

You want to see his long, slim fingers that feel so good inside of you. You want to see the glimmer of his wedding band as well as the tattoo of your name on the outer curve of his hand.

He doesn’t think to turn off his flash. It ends up going off in the dimly lit restaurant and blinding the table, reflecting off the silver flatware. 

He looks like a complete knob - taking a picture of his hand but also something weird Harry may do anyways and upload to his Instagram.

The men blink a few times and look at him with a confused expression. Jeff jabs him roughly in the side.

“Uh, snapchat streak,” he mumbles, tucking his phone back into his lap and sending it.

You were cutting it close, babe. 2 minutes, I don’t like waiting. But fuck, who’s name is that on your hand, who’s that ring for?

You, you baby. All of its for you, promise. I belong to you, only you for the rest of my life.

The response is quick.

But...you have girls falling at your feet, lining up to blow you.

A direct quote for the interview today. Brat - she knew how he hated when people assumed or talked like he had no self control or morals.

Only want your mouth, your cunt, your tits. So bloody gone for you, baby. Please send me another video.

He really shouldn’t be egging you on.

Your being greedy but you’ve been following the rules so I’ll allow it.

The video does not disappoint. You’re hand is nestled down between your thighs, pinching at your puffy, stimulated bud. Just the amount of pain you like. It’s a short clip but it has him wriggling in his seat.

He watches it again but before he can finish it - Jeff is snatching his phone out of his shaky hands and tucking it into his own pants pocket.

The manager’s obviously sick of the lack of focus and honestly, how disrespectful Harry’s being which is something he usual never is.

“Pay attention,” he whispers with a sharp, irritated tone before clapping Harry on the back to play off the scolding to the group.

Harry feels a knot form in his stomach as his phone sits stagnant in his friends pocket. His wife sitting, impatiently waiting for his response that she’s not going to get.

He watches his vintage wristwatch as fifteen minutes pass, he hears a few buzzes from his phone that go unattended.

Harry’s not fuzzy anymore - well not in a good way. He has anxiety bubbling in his tummy and his semi had finally disappeared from nerves of disappointing you.

He decides to engage in the conversation to keep his mind off of what is waiting for him at home. He craved to look at those images and videos again. To have it in real life.

**

It had been three hours since he responded. The people at the table insisting on dessert and alcoholic coffees despite Harry saying he was exhausted from a long day of promo.

At the end of dinner, Harry would love to lie and say he’s recovered from his shakiness but he hadn’t.

After shaking the hands of the record label men, he walks to his car with Jeff. He gets a nice talking to before his phone is being placed back into his hand and he’s sliding into his obnoxious vintage Ferrari.

He takes a deep breathe before he unlocks his phone. The buzzes he heard where not all from you. A few from Twitter, his mum, Niall. There was only one from you.

Game Over. You lose.

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