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hongthoven · 2 years

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Baby Came Home

Rockstar!Hongjoong x fem!reader (smut)

⁂ pairing : rockstar!hongjoong x fem! reader

⁂ warnings : strong language, explicit sex

⁂ one shot | words count : 5.7k

⁂ tags&stuff : rockstar!hongjoong, tattooed!hongjoong, pierced!hongjoong, smoker!hongjoong, oral sex (giving), cheating, rough sex, pet names, hand holding, feelings are getting caught because who the fuck wouldn't fall for rockstar!hj - not me, your honor

⁂ plot : you go to hongjoong every time your boyfriend is being a jerk - which happens a lot - so he can fuck the anger out of you, but things take an unexpected spin when you attend one of his shows and his brand new song seems to spill a little bit more than beans.

⁂ author's notes : this was requested by my one & only muse @hongjoongsmaid ♥ and directly inspired by The Neighbourood's song "Baby Came Home" (omg just like the title of this story? OUTSTANDING) so I suggest you listen to it while reading because nothing will beat the thought of rockstar!hongjoong screaming the lyrics directly at you, amiright?

Please- P L E A S E, if you like it, comment + reblog as tumblr's algorithm seems to be a lot more complicated and some fics aren't showing in the tags, which leads to writers getting less and less notes and tbh it's very sad :(

Of course, if you think it's shit, don't interact - I'll just go cry in a corner. All in all, thanks for reading ♥

“Joong— I’m— I’m close—”

You were nothing but a whimpering mess on top of him, both of your hands attached to his shoulders as he took it as a signal to increase his pace, his insatiable hips rocketing against you as your own rhythm became a lot messier, your ass bouncing mercilessly against his thighs as your race to climax came closer to the final line.

“Wait for me, doll” Hongjoong barely growled, one of his hands traveling from your tits to your throat while the other kept you still with a strong grip over your hip, taking the lead. You had no idea how long you’d been there, riding his cock through a blissful state, but anyone could tell it had been a while from both of your glistening chests and the redness of your skin from being held forcefully for too long.

“I—I c-c-can’t” Your jaw seemed to tighten from the overwhelming pleasure running through your flesh, every part of your body suddenly too sensitive under Hongjoong’s expert touch. Clenching your fingers into his skin, almost scratching his shoulders to the bones, you could feel your spine stiffening as you were about to clench around his throbbing member when Hongjoong suddenly lifted your hips with both hands, breaking contact.

“I said wait for me! Can’t you just do that?” He smirked as you almost clenched over nothing, hips jolting from losing the unbearable overstimulation of his cock while only whines and complaints seemed to escape your pouty lips.

“Look at you– so eager to be fucked” Hongjoong chuckled almost too proudly as he teasingly smacked his head against your clit, collecting a frustrated groan out of your mouth, the sound of your own wetness almost too embarrassing as you tried to push him back inside of you. You were so close to finishing you were convinced a single thrust would make you see stars, but unfortunately, Hongjoong wasn’t having it.

“You look so fucking beautiful, doll” He smiled, sincerely endeared while leaning forward to catch your lips between his, his greedy tongue finding yours immediately as he finally pushed your hips downwards to fill you up again. Moaning into his mouth, overwhelmed with the pressure of yet another first thrust, you snaked your arms behind his neck as he pushed himself up into a seating position, his cock finding a brand new angle into the dampness of your pulsating cunt.

It wasn’t long until you crashed on top of him, body convulsing and only squeals coming out of your tired lips as Hongjoong wrecked your insides with a couple more steady, powerful thrusts while painting your walls white through a long, throaty moan. Though you felt dizzy, the sight of his veiny neck abused from his desperate pleas forced you to attach your mouth to his skin, licking the mole on the right side of his throat a second before you collapsed into his arms, completely exhausted.

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“We need to stop doing this”

Hongjoong shifted into the sheets, lifting himself up to rest his back against the wall as he watched you getting dressed. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, your nervous hands buttoning up your shirt while your eyes were looking around for a sight of your panties as you heard him scoff behind your back.

“I’m serious, Joong!” You paused, sighing to yourself as you turned around to face the man whose lips were still printed all over your neck. You hated that he still looked this breathtaking right after fucking you into oblivion. Ruffled blond hair all over the place, tattooed chest coated with sweat and his thin hips barely covered by the white sheet he had creased into his fist to hide the way his exhausted cock was now resting flat between his thighs as he reached for the pack of cigarettes on his nightstand.

“Could you not?” You frowned the minute he pinched a cig between his pink lips, raising both his eyebrows at your sudden mood swing.

“What? You’re afraid the smell of smoke may give him a hint? Darling, you look so fucked out even some blind guy down the streets could tell you’ve just been railed…” Hongjoong chuckled while lighting his cigarette. You watched as he rolled his eyes to the back of his head, filling his lungs with nicotine with a content smile upon his face.

“He knows something’s going on—” You added, suddenly more nervous as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt, looking down your lap “I think he’s seen some of your texts…”

“Poor baby, do you want me to send him some care package or somethin’?”

Now he was getting a little too cocky for your liking. As much as you adored this man, you just couldn’t let him get away with that attitude.

“There’s no need to be an asshole about it, you know?” You snapped, reaching for his face to rip the cigarette off his mouth, dropping it in the glass of water you had left on the floor seconds before Hongjoong had bent you over the bed.

“I’m being an asshole about it? You’re the one always coming back to me so I can fuck the pain away everytime your boyfriend is being a jerk to you and still, I’m the one you wanna leave behind?” You couldn’t help but feel bad for a second as you caught a glimpse of sadness and anger passing through his entire face, his natural pout as the main character while his eyes seemed to look everywhere but directly at you.

“That’s all it was always supposed to be, Joong. Sex.”

“Bullshit” He snapped back, his eyes locking with yours this time.

“You know I’m right”

“Bull-shit” You could hear his tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth as he moved towards you, the sheet drifting slightly to expose the thin lettering over his hip bone, your favorite tattoo of his.

“You think that’s what this is all about? Just sex? Read the fucking room, Y/N!”

Whether this was a confession or not, you felt terrible now, memories of the most precious moments spent with Hongjoong washing over you as your entire body started shivering under his touch the very second his palm pressed into your inner thigh.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you love him– Tell me you want this to stop”

His voice was softer now, composed, yet raspier than ever as all of his anger and frustration seemed to be caught in his throat, his eyes begging for the answer he was desperately waiting for.

“I love him”

Though it was merely half of a whispered confession, Hongjoong felt it like a dagger pushed right into his chest, ripping his heart apart. Still, his eyes remained locked with your, his gaze heavy with a thousand thoughts as his fingers pressed into your flesh a little harder, forcing a wince out of you.

“You’re a pitiful liar…” Hongjoong spat through the heaviest scoff, his smokey breath coating your skin with goosebumps as he pushed himself away from you, his back hitting the wall again with force while your insides seemed to twist with guilt. You hated to see him like this, hated to disappoint the only genuine support you had in a fucked-up situation and above anything, you hated the fact he was completely right.

Biting his black, painted nail out of spite, Hongjoong watched as you eventually lifted yourself up from the bed, gathering your coat and your handbag, ready to leave. Out of the many things you had in common, stubbornness was definitely the worst as it often led you both to stick to your positions, whether you were right or wrong, lacking communication in the moments you needed it the most.

“You still comin’ to the show on friday, right?” Hongjoong eventually asked, completely ignoring the elephant in the room.

“Yeah—yeah we’ll be there”

You couldn’t miss the way he rolled his eyes, his obvious disgust painted all over his face as you recalled the many times Hongjoong had told you just how much he hated to hear you speak as a “we” when referring to such a dysfunctional relationship.

Hopping on one foot to zip up your ankle boot, you gave him one last look, once again stunned at the way your heart would still skip a beat at the sight of this man. The complete opposite of the one you called your boyfriend. Hongjoong was the archetype of a rockstar, every single one of his features dripping with lust and temptation. From his nose ring to the thin silver cross dangling from his earlobe or the now slightly smudged eye-liner making his cat eyes pop out of his perfect face, you often found pride in the fact he could get any girl, boy and their cousins into his bed but still chose you at the end of the day. There wasn’t a single time where Hongjoong had failed to answer your calls and even today, when he was so impossibly busy recording a new album in his studio, there wasn’t a glimpse of hesitation as soon as he had seen your name flashing upon his phone screen.

Consumed with guilt, you crawled back into bed to kiss him goodbye, every inch of your body trying not to brush his bare skin as you knew just how a single touch was enough for you to roll back into a filthy routine with the firmly established best fuck you ever had. While he wasn’t even trying to hide his bitterness, Hongjoong still allowed you to peck the corner of his lips just once without a flinch on his side - but as you were about to hop back into your feet and call it a day, you felt the strong grip of his hand behind your neck, pulling you back against his lips as his tongue was quick to find yours through a desperate, heavy kiss.

“What a waste of a fucking perfect mouth” Hongjoong growled, your bottom lip throbbing from being abruptly pulled, his teeth nibbling at it like he was trying to suck the venom out of a bee sting until he was fully satisfied with the puzzled look on your face. You hated the way he looked at you and made you feel like the only girl left in the world, hated the fact your entire body craved him again and how he only seemed to be the only one making you clench over a simple kiss and how he had definitely ruined sex with your own boyfriend but still, as your eyes locked once again, you couldn’t deny just how much you adored him. Regardless of the conflicted, unbalanced relationship you two had, Hongjoong still remained your favorite, go-to person.

Whether it was out of pride or the heartache of pulling apart, both of you failed to say a word as you quietly straightened yourself, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you escaped Hongjoong’s apartment at dusk.

The walk back to your own place felt different this time, wrapped into your coat where Hongjoong’s strong signature scent remained all over you, the coldness of an early night hit you by surprise, but it was nothing compared to the sudden realization of your feelings for the man you had left behind.

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Even a long bath wasn’t enough to get you rid of Hongjoong’s perfume, the smell of him so intense it felt like he had crawled under your skin to nest here forever and while you hated to admit it, there was something comforting about it, like having him around all the time made you safe and above anything, loved.

Sheathed in the warm, bubbly water, you allowed yourself to close your eyes for a minute, head still buzzing with the chaos of your thoughts. Without a fail, Hongjoong’s face was the first thing to come to your mind as you slowly drifted into daydream, the intensity of his gaze over your naked body making your skin burn like an ardent fire while your hand instinctively found its way between your thighs, ghosting the way Hongjoong loved to dominantly cup your pussy into his palm to make sure you knew who it belonged to.

Your fingers were quick to find your clit, rubbing it harshly to find the thrill you only seemed to find while locked into Hongjoong’s chokehold as he made you squirt repeatedly into his greedy palm, the smirk on his face a sight for sore eyes as you could vividly contemplate the pride within himself as he made you cum over and over again, his name never leaving your lips. Curling your digits, you could feel just how sore you were from the way he had pounded into you mercilessly earlier, the pain as vivid as your insufferable need to have him inside of you still. Hongjoong was nowhere near a soft lover to you, mostly because you never allowed him to be. You had made it clear from day one : what you needed from him was pure, filthy sex, leading him to have you up against a wall or bent over the desk in his studio, most of the time still partly dressed, the rush of being filled always beyond any sort of patience.

Your free hand grasping the edge of the tub, body trembling from the rush of an umpteenth orgasm, you were left panting, dizzy, but above anything: missing Hongjoong’s touch more than ever.

When your boyfriend showed up at your door that night, you were definitely ready to call it a day, both your body and mind exhausted by the events. Still, you knew how he always came back crawling after a fight, begging for your forgiveness while you had washed away the anger by riding another’s man cock until your boyfriend was merely a dark spot in the perfect cloudless sky of your life.

Of course, he made love to you that night. The barbling mess of his pitiful excuses ending as soon as he started kissing your neck and calling you sweet pet names you used to love but now gave you the icks - and while you should have felt ashamed, as soon as he thrust himself into you, Hongjoong’s face was the only thing you could see, his perfect frame towering over you, his typical smirk sending you over the edge quicker than ever as you bit the inside of your cheek not to moan his name out loud.

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Friday came quicker than you thought, the entire week passing by without talking to Hongjoong as you tried to keep the broken pieces of your life together by being a good girlfriend to your partner, ignoring the fact you no longer felt anything whenever he kissed you, his name on your phone screen only making you roll your eyes in despair.

You were ready to flip your phone so the screen would face your desk as it started buzzing with a new text, thinking it was probably your boyfriend confirming the time and place you two should meet later that night. You knew he wasn’t too happy about your evening’s plans, his passive-aggressiveness definitely increasing as the days went by while he probably hoped you’d change your mind about going to the show at all, but you weren’t having any of it. To be completely honest, the prospect of seeing Hongjoong again after days of absolute silence was the only thing sparing you from a proper mental breakdown. You missed him more than you would ever admit and when your eyes caught a glimpse of his name on your phone screen, there was no point denying the way your heart skipped a bit, your insides doing backflips as you opened his text.

from: joong ♥ still on for tonight? got a new song, can’t wait for you to hear it.

Part of you was sad not to see his typical flirting tone, his text almost too formal when he usually loved to play with your nerves and send you the most inappropriate things at the worst possible times. You had lost count of his random sexting and obscene selfies while he knew you were stuck in a major meeting at work, surrounded by your entire hierarchy and definitely not in the best situation to enjoy the sight of his veiny hand tucked into his jeans, the obviousness of his bulge making you clench in silence. While it shouldn’t come as a surprise from an actual rockstar, Hongjoong’s unapologetic slutiness still left you baffled most of the time.

You were quick to reply, your urge to sound busy definitely gone at the mere thought of a well-needed catch up. from: youcan’t wait to hear it ! any dress code? x

While he stammered through the days as the absolute rock legend he was, arrogance of a king barely masked behind the audacity of a typical “I don’t give a fuck” attitude, Hongjoong still had a major fashion sense and would never get caught wearing the same outfit twice. On many occasions, he had even dared to flag a couple of your fits as outmoded, the disgusted look on his face speaking a thousand words - and while you couldn’t care less about people’s opinions most of the time, you inevitably seeked Hongjoong’s approval, his praises fueling your pride in a way only he knew how.

from: joong ♥ well you know how I like your bare cunt but dickface would cry about it.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the way he never missed an occasion to diss your boyfriend while rubbing your thighs together instinctively. The chokehold this man had on you was ridiculous at this point.

from: youthat’s not very nice.

from: joong ♥ you don’t want me to be nice, doll.

Chuckling into your palm, you could feel your entire face burning from all the flirting, once again a mere puddle of feels cupped into this man’s hands. The pet name sent you over the edge, your leg crossing above the other as you seeked for any sort of friction now that Hongjoong had unexpectedly lit that fire inside of you. Still, you had work to do and a couple hours ahead before the show. You couldn’t just concede to the filth of your thoughts just now.

from: you see you tonight, joong.

from: joong ♥ see u, doll

As you bit your bottom lip to refrain a well-needed moan, you knew your day was ruined already but now you also dreaded the moment you would see Hongjoong again, not trusting yourself in the same room as your boyfriend while your entire body craved another man.

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The venue was packed- not that it was a surprise. While Hongjoong was still a superstar on the rise, his popularity had reached its peak lately with the release of a couple hit songs, his impeccable visuals and incredible writing skills making him an artist whose career was definitely taking a spin in the toughness of the current music industry.

Obviously, Hongjoong had hooked you up with the nicest seats in the room, giving you the most perfect overlook at the crowd in the standing pit as you stood front row in the balcony, directly at the side of the stage making it easy for him to interact directly with you while you hoped he would behave for the sake of your mental strength.

As your boyfriend made his way through the seat rows with two pints of beer, holding his arms up in the air to make sure he wouldn’t spill any, you smiled in content, loving the buzz of a pre-show as you recognized Hongjoong’s familiar music taste in the playlist hyping the crowd before his big entrance while trying your best to ignore the fact he had fucked you to a couple of these songs before.

For a brief second, you thought to yourself that it wouldn’t be so bad to travel around the country and follow him on tour, the thrill of a sleepless night in a tour bus definitely getting you to clench over nothing while surrounded by a raging crowd who you knew was probably just as aroused by that man - the only difference was that you were lucky enough to know what his dick tasted like.

You felt your boyfriend’s arms wrapping around your waist as soon as the lights went off, the crowd screaming at the mere sound of drums and you knew from his tight grip that it was nothing but him marking his territory, probably wishing Hongjoong would catch a glimpse of you two loved up in the front row. But to your own surprise, Hongjoong wasn’t the attention seeker you expected him to be, sticking to a couple glimpses every now and then, his smile inevitably widening at the sight of you wearing the cropped oversized Givenchy t-shirt he had bought for you a week ago, not missing the opportunity to let you know how great your tits would look without a bra in that crop cut. Obviously, you had failed to let your boyfriend know about your bare breast, keeping this detail as a dirty little secret between you and Hongjoong.

It wasn’t until he came back after a quick break in the middle of the show that your evening took a dramatic spin as Hongjoong grabbed the mic to face the crowd, making an announcement.

“I’m gonna play the next song for the first time ever for you guys— I wrote it just a couple days ago so it might sound a little rough…. Then again, you know I like it rough, right?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the raunchy comment, fascinated with the way he always knew how to entertain a crowd and make it his. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, didn’t seem to find his attitude amusing as he scoffed his bitterness directly into your ear before taking a long sip of his beer, his arm tightly wrapped around your neck.

“The song’s called Baby Came Home and it’s about a girl who rides my dick like no one”

Your heart jumped off your chest as soon as Hongjoong locked eyes with you, his mischievous smile growing bigger as every color seemed to fade away from your face, blood only rushing to your brain as the dizziness took over to the beat of the song. You could feel your boyfriend’s body stiffening at the sight of Hongjoong, watching him flirt with the mic stand as he hummed the lyrics in the most sensual way, the explicit filthiness of his thoughts pretty obvious for everyone in the crowd to see.

Baby came home today

Told me to stay away

She told me her man was afraid

Told me I better behave

Walking to the side of the stage, Hongjoong looked up directly into your eyes, his smile tucked in the corner of his lips as he raised an eyebrow in a taunting way, his tongue poking in the inside of his cheek while he pretended to choke himself with his black, painted nails, grazing his skin in a very specific way that purposely reminded you of the way you loved to scratch his neck whenever he filled you up to the brim.

Thinking about her

She's gone all the time

I think if you found her

That even you would know she's mine

Jumping on top of one of the guitar amps so he would stand directly at your level, Hongjoong never paid attention to the rest of the crowd anymore, his eyes bouncing from yours to your boyfriend’s, finding pride in the way he seemed to be more and more furious with every word coming out of his mouth. Now if the lyrics weren’t enough, Hongjoong’s attitude was beyond any decency as he started to stutter the lyrics through a moan, body rolling against his own palm as he grabbed a handful of himself while keeping his gaze locked on you, knowing just how your body would react at the sight of him- and while you were definitely forced into the most awkward situation between your lover and boyfriend, you couldn’t deny just how wet his whole performance had gotten you already.

Baby came home today

Told me to stay away

Told me her man was afraid

Told me I better behave

Petrified, you watched as Hongjoong smirked at your boyfriend, flipping him off with his tongue out in the most provocative way you could think of. You didn’t know exactly when he had stopped hugging you from behind but it’s only when Hongjoong dared to come closer, leaning forward to scream the very last part of the song that you realized he was already gone. Resting backwards with his back tilted in your direction and the back of his head against the edge of the balcony, Hongjoong closed his eyes, screaming the lyrics with his entire heart and soul, the violence of his words matching the hectic beating of your own heart into your chest.

She's mine, she's mine

That girl is mine, she's MINE.

Out of breath, you felt suddenly exposed as the entire venue seemed to look at you like the main character in the story now that Hongjoong had failed to be discreet about it. Wrapping your own arms around yourself, you gave him a cold stare as he blew you a kiss, going back to the center of the stage like nothing happened. Alone and distraught, you missed the rest of the show, completely lost in your own thoughts, wrapped into a smokey haze from the stage and the awful smell of the beer your boyfriend had spilled on his way out.

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“Are you out of your FUCKING mind?” you spat as you barged into the backstage room, directly aiming at Hongjoong as he was resting on the couch with one of his feet up the coffee table, his top already off his bare, sweaty chest.

“Didn’t like my little homage, doll?” He smirked, obviously proud of his move as he waved his hand into the air, motioning for his bandmates to leave the room and give you privacy.

“Oh they can stay– you made a complete fool of me in front of an audience, I can slap the shit out of you in front of your band, can’t I?”

“Trust me, doll, you don’t want them to stay…” He was standing now, walking directly into your direction, his black, glittery eye-shadow melting with sweat from a two hours show in an overheated venue. His blonde hair was all over the place but still, he looked absolutely stunning.

“Why’s that? Don’t want them to see you getting punched in the face?”

“No, doll…” he shook his head with a smile, his hands already framing your face as he slowly walked you towards the nearest wall, “I just don’t want any of them to see you with a mouthful of my cock” his tone almost turned into a growl as he chuckled so close to your face you could feel the warmth of his breath ghosting your lips with a foggy coat filled with lust.

“Fuck you, Hongjoong– you had no fucking right to do that!” You tried to push him away, your fist stammering against his chest as he kept you close still, his lips already attacking your neck as you found yourself locked between his body and the wall behind your back.

“Had to–” He barely groaned, nibbling at your neck “you didn’t know how to drop his pathetic ass— you should be fucking thankful” traveling his lips along your throat, Hongjoong purposely ignored your constant whining, his hands pushing past your top only to be delighted with the touch of your bare, erected nipples against his palms.

“No bra, uh?” He smiled, a little too proudly for your liking, “see, you’re not just a brat after all– sometimes you do listen to me”.

“Fuck off” You inevitably moaned as soon as his mouth found your tits, his viscious tongue darting against your nipple while his thumb toyed with the other. There was no point trying to fight any longer as your body failed to match your accusations. Pushing your hips against his growing bulge, your hands brushing through his hair as his started to suck on your breast through the most obscene sounds, you couldn’t help but moan under his touch, your thighs squeezed together so tightly you could almost feel your arousal spilling out of your crushed pussy.

“You know damn well he could never fuck you like I do” Hongjoong added, his eyes finding yours again as one of his hand pulled at your hair, tilting your head just enough to confirm his statement while the other was already unbuckling his belt, the sound of his zipper sounding like a blissful reward as your mouth inevitably started to water.

“Lost your tongue, doll?” He smiled, his hand abandoning his hardened cock to slip between your thighs forcefully, his middle finger immediately collecting a fair coat of your wetness and spreading it along your slit at a painfully slow pace.

“You can say you hated every part of it but your body says otherwise— I think you’d let me fuck you in front of that crowd if you had a chance… Let everyone see how I make this pussy mine, hmm?” His lips were back on yours again, nibbling, licking, biting until you caved and started to grind against his palm, wishing his fingers would slip inside of you already. Hongjoong definitely had a way with words that tickled your imagination in the best possible ways, and for a second, you were definitely kneeling on that stage, both of his hands holding your head still as he deepthroated you in front of a crowd, the painful mix of humiliation and exhibition kink taking its toll on you as your body instinctively slipped against the wall until you were down on your knees, eye-leveled with Hongjoong’s cock.

Without a word, you looked up to meet his gaze, finding pride in the way his lips curved into an O as soon as you wrapped your hand around his shaft, teasing his balls with the flat of your tongue until you started to drag your lips along his stiff cock, taking your time to coat him with saliva as you felt him groan behind his gritted teeth, his hands fiddling with your hair while you finally pushed his head past your lips, swallowing every inches of him until the bitter taste of precum hit the back of your throat.

While you loved to give him head, his cock a perfect fit for your trained jaw, you didn’t feel like going all the way today, a simple taste more than enough to get the fuel going as you popped him out of your lips before your knees even started to bruise against the carpeted floor. Luckily, as rough as Hongjoong could be as a lover, he was never the one forcing you into doing anything and while any other man could have kept you down until your face was plastered with cum, this one man you adored never complained about the throbbing hard-on you had left behind.

“Fuck, doll- you don’t even know how much I fucking adore you…” Hongjoong almost whispered through a kiss, unbothered by his own taste over his tongue as both of his hands found their way behind your thighs, lifting you up against the wall as your legs were left dangling above his veiny arms and wide open for him.

It only took a single, powerful thrust to make you scream his name, your back slamming forcefully against the wall as Hongjoong started to hammer himself into your soaking wet cunt, his throat vibrating against your shoulder as he growled out of complete bliss, loving the way you swallowed him entirely and the obscenity of your skin slapping together mixed with the thundering sound of your body crashing against the wall everytime he pinned you back into it. He was merciless, as usual, only this time there seemed to be something different, your heart skipping a beat the moment your legs attached behind his back so he could grab both of your hands, intertwining your fingers together as he kept it firmly against the wall while pounding at a brutal pace.

Panting heavily, pins and needles all over your legs, your eyes finally locked with his, his lips slightly red from sucking on your neck for too long as his face seemed painted with a newly found type of adoration, eyes filled with love as his mouth curved into a soft smile to match his decreasing pace. The longer you stared into each other's eyes, the softer Hongjoong seemed to become, his hips rolling slowly against you as he barely pulled out anymore, finding his peak in the way you seemed to keep him inside your warmth, never letting go. Tilting his head to the side, his mouth found yours one more time, his kiss a lot softer yet deeper this time, tongues rolling over each other as you both hummed in perfect euphoria.

Lifting you up and off the wall, Hongjoong made sure you were tightly attached to his hips as he walked you towards the couch, crashing his back against it while you straddled his lap, his cock never slipping out as you started to bounce slowly, enjoying every inch of him while his hands pushed your shirt past your shoulders, lips all over your shoulders, throat and chest.

“Fuck—Joong…” You moaned as soon as his lips smacked around your tit, pulling at it slightly while rolling his tongue over your erected nub, your back arching naturally into his palm as you could feel yourself getting closer to climax.

“I’m close” There you were again, whimpering into this man’s arms, cunt full of him, both of your hands framing his perfect face as your eyes dived into his soul while he drove you to the most blissful state, just like days before.

Only this time he didn’t ask for you to wait for him.

Both of you had already waited long enough to be there.

At last, you were home.

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pray4byron · 3 months

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hello !! first of: i absolutely ADORE your writing and just ahwhdh can’t get enough !! secondly: i hardly ever request SO BARE WITH ME ;;

i was hoping to request a hazbin hotel matchup !!

- gender / pronouns & preference; i kinda settled with not labeling my gender, but i typically use she/her pronouns !! i definitely don’t mind he/him and they/them though so i like to say my gender is up for interpretation lol. i do have more towards a male preference, but i’m open to anyone! so long as we can vibe, then i’ll be good :D

- personality; i’m mainly introverted! i typically keep to myself and i find that i get told anxious to actually speak up or try to spark up a conversation. there’s small moments where i do find the courage to speak, but it’s pretty rare. once i do get comfy with someone, i can become pretty talkative!! i usually like to let someone talk about wtv they want and from there i just go on and talk and just kinda switch from that yk?? i also looove to get to know people, in the sense that i just find it so interesting to get to know someone and understand the different layers to them!! i find that i’m a pretty anxious person. like, i tend to panic over many things whether its under my control or not. and lastly, on the off chance that i’m doing something i’m passionate about or have the confidence to actually step forward, i like to take charge and show others the things i know!!

- style; i usually wear just comfy clothes!! plain shirts, leggings, sweatpants, etc., but right now i’m finding two styles quite appealing: y2k and casual country. the former because it brings a lot of nostalgia and the way people look so confident with it is super cool !! the latter because i love boots, love the belts and hats, the cute tops and all of that and also because it’s the Texan in me

- love languages; words of affirmation will forever have me in a chokehold— this applies for both receiving and giving !! i best show my love by writing poems, speaking from the heart, and all of that cheesy stuff lol. another love language would be physical touch but more on the receiving side since i definitely would restrain if someone wasn’t comfy with getting touched :)

- hobbies / interests; looove to write!! just being able to create random worlds, stories, and characters is super cool and i genuinely love being able to come up with a variety of plots and concepts. i also love to play the piano and have been playing the majority of my life. i’ve mainly played classical music and of all the music i’ve heard i’d say Clair de Lune is my favorite!! i’ve recently found cultural anthropology to be super cool too :0 like, the different aspects of culture, costumes, even folklore and all, it’s crazy to think we’re all so different but so alike! some other general likes would be coffee, Mitski, the colors grey and blue, and penguins and longhorns <3

i’m so happy you enjoy my work!! i decided to pair you with…

Charlie !!

Charlie knows your quite a bit shy, and she knows your introverted, but she loves you and wants the best for you, she’ll try to push you out of your little comfort zone box but she’d never force you to do anything you’re not ready for

She loves the fact that you write her little poems haha, once you start doing that for her, I can see her doing that sort of thing for you

Also, she’s very eager to see what your passionate about and what you do with that, you’re her partner and she’s endlessly proud of you and she wants you to know she supports you through and through 💕

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glazedtrash721 · 11 months

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GOLLY it's been a minute! But alas, I have returned with gifts! Said gifts consist of my Welcome Home self insert, but if she was in @clownsuu 's Mob AU!! Hooray!

This young member of the Neighborhood is, while incredibly meek and anxious, also extremely loyal and willing to do what it takes to protect those she cares about and to do what she's told. Eager to please, this keeps her well on Wally's good side, which benefits her greatly by keeping her out of a coffin for the time being. She originally came from another group that I made up called the Company, which explains the bar code on the base of her neck (as seen in the previous set of drawings) and much of her anxiety and lack of self identity. Though not the greatest at fighting, she can become quite violent when the others are at risk or in danger. So watch out, because she will start swinging! And boy, does she swing hard! Willow is also known for being oblivious to lots of things, while being extremely observant of how others feel. She is quite good at reading a room or how someone feels, and she is always quick to act or react accordingly.

Relationship charts and disguises under the cut!

Here's the relationship charts! Credit again goes to @clownsuu lol

Willow probably gets along best with Poppy, Eddie, Frank, and Howdy. She's terrified of Wally, but is still eager to impress him and (hopfully) build a stronger platonic relationship with him. She's also incredibly intimidated by Barnaby, and while she gets along with Sally and Julie, she finds them a little too experimental with her. She's only really heard of Doc and Robbie, but I feel like she would feel a combination of how she feels towards Howdy and Sally towards Robbie, that being interested, but exhausted and intimidated by his sheer amount of chaotic energy.

Likewise, Poppy, Eddie, and Frank probably like her the most in return. Howdy, as expected, is pretty neutral, but he finds her interesting. Wally doesn't dislike her either, primarily because she is incredibly loyal and obedient to him and the Neighborhood, and he finds her near-constant state of fear fun to observe. Barnaby and Sally find her a tad boring, and Julie, while also thinking Willow should lighten up a bit, is also pretty curious about her. Doc wouldn't pay much attention to her if he knew her any better, and I feel that Robbie would also find her a bit boring, but would be very interested in trying to get her to react to certain things.

Now, on the off occasion that the gang needs to get into disguises, this is what Willow's get-up would be! She's a bit of a "starving artist" of sorts, setting up an easel and canvas wherever she's told to (primarily by Wally), as she sits and observes her surroundings. She can also be used to look out for certain people and their whereabouts, as she can record her observations in her art through a sort of code that she created where certain colors, shapes, and even representational things represent different things. It's also easy for her to communicate with others, as well as have them communicate with her with little to no suspicion, so she's also a sort of "middle man" within the disguised group.

So yeah! There's Mob AU Willow!! Don't be surprised if I make more stuff about this AU, I absolutely LOVE it and it's been spinning in my brain like how a frozen single serving of veggie lasagna spins in the microwave. So! You best get used to this, because there may be more to come! :D

#welcome home #welcomehome #welcome home au #welcome home mob au #art #digital art #my art #welcome home oc #welcome home self insert #oc #AAAAAAHHHHHHH I LOVE THIS AU SO MUCH #I have done so much exessive daydreaming about this AU like no cap frfr #she's just a little silly #so so silly #also constantly afraid for her life #honestly? me too sis #that's because she's basically me!#not my au #I WISH I was as creative as clownsuu GOLLY GEE WILLIKERS

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astranite · 4 months

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For the 40 questions ask game - 12 and 20? :D

12 Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?

I'd say yes- The Man From Thunderbird Five. It's one of my favourites and has So Much John in it. And a lot of characterisation that I go, Wow he is very autistic :) and also pretty anxious there which I both definitely headcanon for him. So I have been writing on and off for a while a fic exploring that more!

Have a snippet-

“It’s me, Scott. How do you think it went?” John said flatly.

Scott made a sympathetic noise. “You did seem pretty eager to get out of there.”

Under the light teasing, his brother knew that this type of Situation was not John’s forte.

He’d hauled John up into Thunderbird One when it became clear John would rather climb the grapple cable than be put down on the platform, full of jostling, clamouring people wanting to crowd around him to congratulate their rescuer now the danger was over.

John’s heart was still racing. Whether it was more from the adrenaline in his bloodstream after his fall from the sky or the idea of nearly being back amongst all of that again, it was impossible for him to tell.

He took a deep breath.

Thunderbird One’s jets roared, the noise from the engines thrumming through the cahelium. John shifted in his seat. The sound scraped against his ears and vibrated through his body, setting him on edge. He could feel it in his teeth.

John took another deep breath.

20 Describe your perfect writing conditions.

Id say I do do the biggest chunks in a go of writing when i am sitting at my desk with the monitor up. Because it means alot less ow from being hunched over my laptop, but also i am Not Allowed to scroll tumblr on it, and the screen is too weird and Big for it, and that is The Writing Zone for Doing Writing. I now mostly listen to music at the same time, has to be at least a bit familiar, but loud, lyrics and distracting. Sometime semi relevant mood wise but generally not needing to be. It helps occupy what would otherwise be the 12 irrelevant extra trains of thought about random stuff and the brain wobbles of 'its all Terrible, Horrible, No Good,' so I can actually focus on the about three relevant ones. This seemingly contradictory method is because ADHD but hey it works!

I do like a cup of tea, but I usually drink it first whilst brainstorming because otherwise I completely forget about it until it goes cold (then it is sentenced to The Microwave) or I get distracted by it because hands cant be on the keyboard at the same time as holding the tea to drink it.

And yes i do have a tendency to put my feet up on my desk (because cant sit still and 'normally') but hey its my desk so no one can stop me!

I also often write bits on my phone in notes when im on the bus.

Though there is also the frenzied bursts of emotional writing that somehow just flows, but I swear that only occurs after my bedtime and is by nature pretty unpredictable. Which is kind of perfect writing conditions but Not exactly.

(AND LOOK IVE FINALLY ANSWERED AN ASK!!!)

#answernite

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awritingcaitlin · 1 year

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💥Find the Word💥

Thank you @juls-writes for the tag!

My words are drape, empty, care, lips, and sideways

Snippets will be under the cut from Cure for the Queen!

But first, tagging @legiomiam, @samplewriting, @muddshadow, @mr-writes, and @saphoblin for the words: flicker, work, back, know, afternoon

Here we go!

💤DRAPE(D)💤

Rinnie’s eyes flickered open and she recognized that she was still on the tiny bed next to Killian. His arm draped lazily over her and she welcomed the comforting weight. Since her back was to him, she couldn’t see if he was awake or not, but his breathing was steady and she thought that perhaps he was still asleep.

“You’ve barely been asleep five hours,” Killian murmured. “Perhaps you should try to doze back off?”

There was stray bits of light coming through the windows in the train car though.

“I should check on the patients,” Rinnie said.

“Mica’s been on it,” Killian replied.

Rinnie tried to come up with another excuse. But also it was warm next to him.

“I don’t think I can sleep any longer,” she mused. Though she did not move. “It was nice to get some sleep though.”

🍻EMPTY🍻

“Some sort of tavern,” Killian said. “That will work.”

They walked over and Adler was almost concerned that they wouldn’t be let in at the hour, but the proprietor seemed eager enough to get some last-minute business. Killian set Mica and Riela to grabbing the drink orders while everyone else went to the top floor balcony.

Given the hour, the balcony was empty.

Adler breathed a sigh of relief. “Not sure what we would have done if there were people up here,” he said. “We’re about to pull out guns and look incredibly suspicious.”

“I have nice tits,” Rinnie said. “I would have made it not a problem.”

📞CARE📞

“So back to you calling this client,” Killian said. “Why does he care so much about getting you into Himmelmauer?”

“Because he wants me on some secret project of his that he never told me what it was about. And even if he has found a passible replacement, he sought me out specifically in the beginning, so he’d make room on the team for me if I so much as expressed interest.”

Killian cocked his head to one side. “You would put yourself on an unspecified mission team just to get us into Himmelmauer? When did you get so selfless?”

Rinnie snorted. “Please. I can talk circles around him in my sleep. I just need to tell him I’ll consider his offer more seriously if he helps me and my friends into the city without a fuss.”

💋LIPS💋

Rinnie pursed her lips. “I don’t think so. Knowing what I know happened in Berthingtonn, I don’t think that’s what’s going on here.”

“Plus, it’s not like us giving accounts of the Nidtrins is going to reveal to them stuff they don’t already know,” Riela said. “They’ll just burn the information so no one else sees it.”

“My desire to get this written is fighting with the knowledge that I need to make this legible to people other than me,” Rinnie said.

Kanjo chuckled.

“Poor time to make a doctor comment?” Killian asked.

“You can’t make one that I haven’t heard before,” Rinnie replied. “Especially when it comes to handwriting. Yes, I have my MD, I even have a doctorate outside the medical field. I have earned my messy handwriting but I’m also a politician…”

💥SIDEWAYS💥

“You all have conditional liberty this afternoon,” Killian said. “For those of you who live in Himmelmauer, go see your families and tell them to maybe skip town for the next couple of weeks.”

“Wait, what the fuck?” Rinnie muttered.

“If the house politics go sideways,” Aravae said coming up behind them. “This could very well be the start of Civil War.”

“You sound so calm about that,” Ciara tutted.

#tag game #find the word #my writing #cure for the queen #rinnie #killian #mica #nathaniel #riela #kanjo #aravae #ciara

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You play D&D, right? Do you have any tips for creating a campaign to play through with friends? It seems difficult to keep things interesting, but it seems so fun and I want to get friends into it.

If maybe that's not a good question to ask, then um... How does Quill handle his size in public. Like people staring at him when his size makes a scene, or even touching him?

Well! I'm more a player than a DM, but something thats really kept me engaged in our current game is the character interaction, the personal touches - how relationships build between them, how they grow attachments with one another! In terms of overall non-player stuff, I still believe that a personal touch goes a long way! Lore drops that are connected to a character's backstory, locations and npcs that are connected to or familiar to the characters, etc. even if in just a tangential way! It's all about scenarios that certain characters are gonna have strong reactions to so that players can kinda build off one another and in turn build off what the DM has planned! It's all about collaborative storytelling with tabletops in my opinion, letting everyone contribute and bounce ideas off one another As for Quill! Luckily he's got his hammerspace earrings to compress himself down into more managable sizes! That being said, even when compressed he's still pretty dang fat, and his earrings ARE prone to malfunction at times... You'd think he'd gain some confidence with how eager he is to get fatter and mess with expansion magic, but truth is he just gets extremely flustered and bashful! Very awkward and unsure of himself, very apologetic even though he secretly loves how his size is affecting things. Flustered sheep!

#Deercowsheepie Answers

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redrosesandforgetmenots · 10 months

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Through Your Eyes

Mallrats (chapter 2)

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"Do I really have to stand here and wait for you to try them all on? I-I have other stuff to do!" Tweek was standing with his arms crossed outside of the Victoria's Secret dressing room with Wends while Bebe tried on bras.

"What? It's not like they're going to kick you out. You're gay!" Bebe replied from inside. Tweek went red, looking around to see if anyone heard.

"Bebe we talked about that," Wends said, earning some slight pause from the girl inside the dressing room.

"Sorry Tweek," she replied, "I didn't mean to out you like that." Tweek just sort of shrugged, "But if you're really that uncomfortable, I can meet you guys at Anne's?" Wends looked to Tweek to answer.

"Yeah, I mean we can meet at Anne's. How long do you think you'll be?"

"Twenty minutes top babe, I literally just have a pick a good one for practice!" Bebe replied, so Tweek and Wendy headed to the second floor of the mall, to the Queen Anne's next to the Macy's.

"Are you actually going to get pretzels this time?" Wends asked, looking at Tweek. "I'll eat a few of yours if you want, just to be sure."

"N-No…. Um, Craig gave me a cliff bar?" Tweek replied, scratching at his neck slightly. "And I'm not really hungry, anyway." Wends gave him a strange look.

"Okay, I mean first of all that's not enough… second of all, I don't believe you took anything from Craig." They replied, before giving him a worried smile. "I know it's hard, we can swing by your place and make you something after?" Tweek thought for a moment. By the time things were wrapped up here, his grandma's nurse would probably be going home, and she'd be in bed…

"Okay… but we have to be quiet. I-if that's okay-"

"Its more than okay! Honestly Tweek, do you want me to come over in the mornings to make sure you pack lunches?" Tweek shrunk away slightly. He didn't want to do that to Wends, that'd be such a huge burden on them… they already came to pick him up for school… "It's not going to be a problem Tweek. What's most important is your health and I'm wanting to help! It won't be a problem at all."

"...okay." Tweek said finally, leaning against the railing of the second floor. "D-did you want to get pretzels though?" He asked, fidgeting with the sleeves of his sweater. Wends shrugged, before shaking their head.

This was a typical after school outing for the three teens. Bebe almost always needed something at the mall, Wends liked to help her shop when they didn't have any club activities going on, and Tweek… well. Tweek just liked to feel included. He knew more than well that he wouldn't have any friends without these two. He could still remember when he came out in middle school and the two coolest girls in school approached him.

"You're like, gay, right?" Bebe had asked, running fingers through her curly blonde pigtails.

"Yeah b-but it's not a big de-"

"So are we! Wanna be friends?" Wends had interrupted him, seemingly eager to befriend someone with a similar situation.

And so their friendship had blossomed. Tweek knew that without the two of them, he'd be a completely friendless, weird, gay outcast hiding away in the art room. He was more than happy to keep their secrets, Bebe's lesbianism and Wends' genderfluidity were only things known by their closest friend group. Himself, Stan, Wends long time, though admittedly on and off boyfriend, and the rest of the girls. Heidi, Nichole, and Marjorine.

To the rest of the school, Bebe and Wends were two straight, Cis girls who had taken the quirky (a very generous term for what Tweek was,) gay boy under their wing and protected him from the social nightmares of public schooling. Although Tweek knew he didn't fit the typical "GBF" mold, he was grateful.

Bebe returned from the lingerie store, bags in tow to the Queen Anne's pretzels stand. "Oh my god, you guys will never guess who I saw on my way over!" The other blonde in the group started chattering. Apparently Jimmy and Nichole were at the comic book store together, or something. Tweek had to admit, he was only half listening. Bebe, ever the hawk eyed captian, noticed. "Tweek? What's up? Are you like… okay?"

"Um… yeah, just… " Tweek looked around for a second. "Do you guys think that Craig is really that much of an asshole?" He asked, fidgeting with his fingers.

"Ummmm… TT? Are you seriously asking us that right now?" Bebe asked before taking his hand and starting to walk them somewhere else.

"He literally brought up your parents today," Wends pointed out. "IN class! What if you had a panic attack?"

"... he apologized?" Tweek spoke up, "And I mean… we used to be friends?"

"Oh yeah, didn't you guys all like… hang out in elementary school?" Bebe asked, still walking them to the direction of the book store in the mall.

"That was in elementary school! T… you can't seriously be thinking he's not a complete jerk. Remember when he tripped Clyde down the stairs and made him cry? In front of Bebe!" Tweek just shrugged as he was suddenly between aisles of books.

"I dunno… he was just nice to me today is all and maybe… y-yknow maybe he's not that much of an asshole? Maybe there's something underneath?"

"Youre just wanting to think that because he's hot." Bebe replied, picking up a copy of Pretty Little Liars. "Did they ever find out who A is?"

"I-I do not think he's h-ho-hot!" Tweek squeaked out, going red under his freckles.

"Are you kidding?" Bebe asked. "Ever since he got his braces off in like, freshman year all the girls have been fawning over him! If he wasn't such a dick, he could've had like, almost every girl in school!"

Admittedly, acknowledging Craig's conventional attractiveness was a universal standard. The sky was blue, grass is green, and Craig Tucker was one of the hottest boys in school… but Tweek didn't think he was all that attractive. He liked guys personalities and well… Tweek didn't really know Craig's that well. He seemed like a complete dick, but he had been sweet to him when they were kids… and even earlier today, offering him food and apologizing, even seeming genuinely concerned about his lunch.

"Maybe he's not so bad… when was the last time you guys actually talked to him?" Wends and Bebe looked at each other. Wends gave him a concerned glance.

"I mean… He's mean as shit everytime he opens his mouth… I don't really want to talk to him."

"Me neither," Bebe agreed, "he also like, only gets along with guys, I dont think I've ever seen him talk to a girl that's not his sister, and they're like, flipping each other off all the time!" Tweek hummed.

"So…Maybe he's not all that bad if you got to know him?" Tweeks phone buzzed, and to his surprise, it was Kenny McCormick. "Hold on, Kenny's texting me?"

"Ew, delete his number." Bebe said.

Kenny: hey dude, u know Craig Tucker right?

Speak of the devil. "Ummm… Ke-Kennys asking about Craig?" Bebe and Wends looked puzzled.

"I swear, it's like Kenny can read minds or something…" Wends whispered, looking around the bookstore.

Tweek: I know of him

Kenny: lmao sorry, we're getting high right now and he keeps talking about u!

Kenny: I think he's got a little crush 😍 😏

Tweek looked back up from his phone in complete confusion. "Craig's been talking about me?"

"Oh my god, don't respond! He's probably just making shit up!" Bebe put the book she had been looking at down, folding her arms over his chest.

"Bebe, Kenny's a lot of things, but he's not a liar," Wends pointed out, flipping through the pages of a book idly.

"O-oh fuck, this is too much pressure!" Tweek cried out, earning a few stares from passersby. "Do I t-text back? Oh god oh fuck-"

"Isn't Craig straight?" Bebe asked, and they all looked at each other for a moment.

"...I think he's in the closet," Wends replied, "not that it's okay to speculate in someone's sexuality-"

"No… he does kind of read as closeted," Tweek replied, calming down. "But I don't think he'd be into me,"

"What are you talking about? You're talented, funny, smart-"

"I look like a meth head." Tweek cut Wends off, running his hands through his wild blonde mullet. "I- I mean, I'm not a bad p-person but… don't you guys think…"

"You're heroine chic!" Bebe replied, "That's like, totally coming back!" Tweek shrugged, turning his attention back to his phone.

Kenny: he thinks u would make a pretty girl but we both know what that means lol

Tweek: I'm not dating a straight guy

Kenny: "straight"

Tweek: That's worse!

Kenny: Okay fine, give me until Saturday and I can get him to admit he has a crush on a guy

Kenny: ur the guy

Tweek: It’s Thursday.

Kenny: oh ye of little faith! Give me and Eric an hour and we can play matchmaker

Tweek: PLEASE don't bring cartman into this!

Kenny: xoxo gossip girl

Tweek let out a groan, putting his phone back into his pocket. "I-I need to go home and sleep… K-Kenny said he and Eric are gonna play matchmaker…"

"We need to get you home to eat Tweek." Wends replied. "And besides, if Eric really does try anything, I'll just threaten to beat the shit out of him. You have nothing to worry about!"

Tweek still thought he had plenty to worry about regardless, but he relented his protests for now. He didn't want to think about the absolute chaos Kenny and Eric would cause trying to get Craig to admit he was fruity. Right now he just needed to get out of here and go home…

*****

Tweeks wish was granted as Wends drove him home, and they made sure to cook him something he would actually eat.

"I'm really sorry," Tweek whispered, doing his best not to wake his grandma.

"There's nothing to be sorry about," Wends replied, leaning on the counter as Tweek cut vegetables. "Do you need any help?" Tweek shook his head.

"... Do you think Craig has a c-crush on me?" Tweek asked, starting to Sautee the vegetables.

"Maybe? It's hard to read Craig. It's not like I can ask anyone either, he's not in any clubs or anything…"

"Doesn't he do wrestling?"

"He quit the team last year… I don't know Tweek, I think he could. But do you really wanna date a guy who thinks he's straight?" Tweek had to think for a moment.

"No? But… I don't know, no one seems to really know anything about him other than he's a dick… Maybe I could try a-asking Jimmy? They still hang out." Wends just shrugged. Craig's whole group still hung out with each other… except Tweek. He couldn't remember why they stopped hanging out.. maybe they just drifted apart?

"Isn't he in a bunch of AP history classes too? Maybe you should ask Heidi if she knows, I think they have AP art history together." Wends offered, and Tweek just shrugged again. As far as he knew, Craig really didn't talk in class either.

Maybe he could just ask him himself..?

The thought immediately made Tweeks breath hitch in his chest, and he shook his head to himself. Wends looked at him questioningly. Craig Tucker had too much of an intimidating presence, he was too unknown. He couldn't just talk to him!

"Tweek?" Wends voice broke him out of his thoughts, and he jumped slightly.

"Sorry… I just um.. I-I think it might be best for me t-to stay away from him until.. until he figures himself out?"

"That's probably for the best." Wends agreed, "I gotta get home to do homework, but I'll be by in the morning okay?" Tweek nodded, and they said good bye to each other, Wends car pulling off into the sunset.

*****

Tweek was still left in the home he used to share with his parents. It's not like he and his grandma had anywhere else to go to. But still, on nights like this, his mind couldn't distract itself from all the things that happened in these walls….

His phone buzzed, pulling Tweek out of his memories. He jumped up to grab his phone, desperate for a distraction.

Wends: Hey, Craig said you dropped some papers at lunch and he wants to get them back to you. Do you feel okay meeting him in the art hall tomorrow morning? Do you want me to come with you?

Shit. Fuck. Shit fucking shit fuck. Looks like his plan to just avoid Craig wasn't going to go all that smoothly after all. He sighed deeply. It was just returning his papers, it would take like five minutes. It totally wouldn't be weird.

Tweek: Yeah that's okay I think I dunno I should be okay??

Wends: Are you sure? Say the word and I'll be there.

Tweek: I'm sure it'll be okay I think. I don't think he'll say anything bad

Wends: ….

Wends: you're right. He's probably just going to shove the papers at you and leave. Just let me know, okay? I'll pick you up a little earlier.

Tweeks: Thanks Wends

Tweek leaned back in his bed with a sigh. There was no way he was getting any sleep tonight…

#creek #south park #tweek tweak #south park fanfiction #craig tucker #Through Your Eyes

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louvay · 5 months

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You're touring Jugdral. On the last day it snows heavily, so you're practically locked in with a bunch of people you last visited. They said they would try their best to help you get home as soon as possible, though, so at least there's that but the bad weather makes the day a long boring one.

a) Playing board games with the Silessians. Ced is really good, and you'll need to defeat him if you want his magic. You wonder if he'll fall for trickery...

b) Chatting with the Frieges. They want to know what you think of honor and family. You have a good feeling that Arthur is going to spit out your argument back at your face, but their magic is reliable and you may need a helping hand here. Reinhardt looks at you as if assessing you. His hand never moves from his sword. Kempf constantly asks if you hate burger, but he's sincerely impressed when you said you know United States of America, so it's not like he's going to pose a threat soon.

c) Reading with the Od descendants. Larcei is energetic and impatient. Skasaher wants you to read them stuff from your world, whatever it is. You wonder what you should give them. Shannan keeps asking question, looking sincerely interested; Galzus will insert "I know a thing or two like that," and humor you with his own mercenary tales. The problem is, he will only interrupt and talk if you present a new topic. He promises you that he knows where a new time machine is buried though, and you'll only need to get through the night for him to take you there.

d) Linoan politely asks you things. She is very confident in her capability with her tomes, and Tahra's own resource suppose you need a new time machine built. The problem is her questions are sharp and you run out of ideas what to say. Why your current world put pineapple on pizza, she asks? You can't reply by saying some people are simply heretics -- she would want to know what you mean by that, too.

e) Faval and Patty want to be paid if you want them to help you repairing the time machine. You're not a scientist but you can fix your own furniture, and you pray it will be enough for the time machine too the way it is enough for your house. You need to be well-coordinated by putting some essential spare parts at the same time, yet you cannot agree on the payment, and they both are also arguing.

f) Julia asks very detailed questions. Julius asks even more detailed questions. You wonder if they are going to help you or making a bootleg version of your time machine, and whether Julius will have you murdered after this. Julius reassures you however that he just wants to go back to one time where he forgets to force Hilda to demote Reinhardt whilst she had a chance, and you wonder if you should take his word.

g) Ah, Coirpre, the good boi. He's eager to help. He says Hannibal's mansion is a bunker and everyone has been making Molotov cocktails so it's not like hiding a time machine or repairing one will alert anyone. He wants you to completely tell him what "the internet" is. He wants to browse Reddit. Hannibal makes it explicitly clear that he is always eager to help travelers and lost child like you (and practically ignores you when you insist you're not a child), but anyone corrupting his good son deserves the best of the gallows too.

Your choice, your fate...

Gonna have to ask the Frieges here in particular Kempf since he knows where America is and can therefore lead me home. Sure, he might have some choice words for California but I’m sure a burger from In n Out will shut him up

#seal answers your quandaries #borgar

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irismono · 1 year

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Aight, now to cover my original works that I'm working on.

I've got two main projects, one sci-fi and the other fantasy, I have other projects as well, but none developed enough that I'm willing to share.

No art yet for either of these btw, I can't draw the broad side of a barn, let alone a spaceship or a mounted warrior.

Project 1: Mechamlet

Very much a working title, the original pitch was "Hamlet, in Space, with Giant Robots." It very much is still that to some degree, though elements of Macbeth and a few other works have contributed to turning the plot into its own unique beast. It's now got two protagonists, a reasonably sized (read: not ludicrous) cast of side characters, and a more or less defined trajectory that should fit nicely as a quadrilogy.

Here's the current pitch:

Cynwrig "Rig" Cosmas is the second prince of a noble house that once held the crown of the galactic empire. Theophania "Tio" Verdandi is the last princess of a lost kingdom. Both are on the run from Imperial authorities, though for very different reasons. Lacking a kingdom, Tio lives as a Smuggler, while Rig... Rig may have just accidentally killed his own brother.

These two fugitive nobles will meet when Tio's guardian takes the runaway prince under his wing and brings him aboard the smuggling vessel Phlegethon. Hijinks ensue and heads clash as both royals are eager to keep their lineages secret, but are unwilling to act as anything but the other's superior. Meanwhile, enemies old and new threaten the outlaw crew's livelihood, and the jump drive has been acting a little too jumpy as of late.

Drama, action, excitement, and perhaps even romance unfold across the pages of [ack! Title!]. Will Rig and Tio come to understand each other? Will the Imperial Revenue Service catch on to the blatant tax evasion? Will the author think of a better question to put here? Will something explode?

Needs work, and more importantly needs to be actually written, but it's something I'm passionate about so I trust it will come together in time.

Aesthetically I've been looking at a lot of 80s and 90s stuff, particularly synthwave and Eurobeat. Anime is my main source for the Giant Robots. Vision of Escaflowne has some beautiful Mecha designs, as does Code Geass. I want to avoid the supermassive robot scale I think. It's cool, but I've never really felt comfortable with Gundam or Pacific Rim, and I'm definitely not writing Gurren Lagaan.

Project 2: Bullhelm

This title feels final imo. Though I might change it to "Bullhelm the Barbarian" or "Bullhelm the Brave" or something along those lines.

Bullhelm is the name of the protagonist of my resurrection of the Pulp Fantasy genre, an archaic artform that carried fantasy and even sci-fi in the era of magazine serials. Related most closely to the "Sword and Sorcery" genre of today, but perhaps better compared to Japanese series like "Vampire Hunter D", or the Redwall series, where each story can stand by itself, but together they form a detailed and vibrant illustration of a vast far away world.

Bullhelm will feature, alongside various, often changing companions, in a series of adventures set all across my fantasy world that I've put together. He'll smite evil, win great treasures, take a wound or two along the way, and learn much about whatever land he happens to be passing through.

But ye, that's my original stuff. Might toss out a poll in the next few days to figure out which of my fanfic projects to work on first.

#writing #scifi #fantasy #original fiction

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milkywaycreates · 1 year

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♕ 01♢25♢2023 || 4.55pm

➶ We couldn't deny that some things have to end.

🪶 Today is a bittersweet farewell to one of our colleagues once yet. The first to leave this year and I wouldn't deny that I kinda feel a little bit regretful that I had to watch a comrade leave while also wanting him to stay when in fact I've been detached from this place already since a long ago. Regretful wasn't rly the right term for it, I think I have yet to find the right word but maybe it's a mixture of a little bit of sadness, excitement and joy, all at the same time. He was the best yet colleague that I've ever had who also is around our age bracket and the smartest person I have met at the same category so far. I did think the valedictorian of our high school years was the smartest person I've ever known since then but that is a whole another story left for maybe another time. I was sad that maybe this colleague could be such a good influence figure to whoever that would enter in our organization for I do well crave meeting someone who has such an intellect and capacity to do and understand so many things for such a young age and yet he has to leave today. Moreover, we did share a lot of well-meaning memories (no malice attached) even within the very short duration of time that we've been working together and sure, I did learn A LOT from this small yet terrible kid. It was the urge to know along and do along with someone so eager as him which pushed me to understand what we're doing in a deep-enough-sense and it was such a thrill to be hearing from someone who's as curious as him. I don't know abt others but I also have this undeniable sense of security whenever I'm with someone who's so intellectually capable for they have this type of judgment that assures me is coming from that feeling of compassion and understanding since a well-read, wise person is such a huge box of great ideas that helps him navigate correctly and sensibly enough in this world full of mad judgment and awful criticisms. I would be loving to hear a lot of good stuffs from his mind and it's kinda terrible that we only shared a short period of time to work on a certain project together. And while it may sound so fake since I also am planning to leave this place anyway, I do wanna emphasize that the company of great minds make me wanna stay in a certain position or place more than anything else and maybe this melancholy feeling is actually rooted from that and not directly from the fact that he's leaving. Such a wise person is so rare. Well I'm not losing hope to meet more people like him but I did wish I could have heard more surprising stuffs actually coming from someone so young who's supposed to be saying party and social stuffs more often than not as the usual status quo.

In spite that <regretful> feeling though, I'm still personally happy and excited for him on his travel on his new journey. That idea makes me excited to pursue what I want as well and do take the risk that lowkey scares me and disturbs my comfort zone at the same time. It's like the feeling of wanting to be so confident that I could go through what ever which adds fuel to my desire to take my own journey at the same time. And I don't know about that, to be honest. A part of me is telling me that this is the place where I'm supposed to exert my gift into but a part of me is also urging me to create a place where I can be free to just be. Perhaps the very restriction of staying in a place ruled by somebody else is that you gotta live accordingly and sure, it doesn't have to be so scary as it sounds or too demanding as it sounds but I do know to myself that I crave being myself somewhere I am not restricted to do anything. I can't be bending rules in somebody else's territory, I can't be doing things on my own will, especially for a long time in a place thriving in a very particular set of rules, I can't be living in a place where my creativity and freedom feel so restricted simply because several rules don't apply to my reasoning. And I can't be a rebel for so long, so to speak. I know deep down that I need to make a place for myself soon enough someday. I want to leave soon without feeling all these things; without having to tip toe on whether or not I'll be leaving several people in remorse, whether or not I'm doing the best or worst; I wish farewell, even though assumed to be unreal since a person's existence doesn't rly necessarily fade although physically invisible, doesn't have to have <melancholy> attached to it as well as all the mixture of negative feelings. Well, it can't be, no matter how we romanticize it or look at the positive side of things but I do wish it would make sense to anyone just as how I'm making sense to other people's farewell that them, leaving also sounds so exciting and thrilling for the idea of "risk" itself is so appealing as if we humans, can only take a few of it which we gotta make worthwhile forever.

☾ to be cont'd ▪

#random musing #daily journal #random though of the day #farewell #risking #to be yourself is a risk itself #tumblog

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bubbleteaimagines · 3 years

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The Babysitter

Kuroo Tetsuro Oneshot

NSFW CONTENT

Summary || After months of sexual tension, Kuroo can’t resist fucking his pretty little babysitter on the couch

Pairings || Kuroo Tetsuro x Babysitter!Reader

Warnings || Smut, fingering, blowjobs, age gap (reader is 20) light praise, pet names, unprotected sex, creampie, daddy kink

Authors Note || In celebration of 3k, here is some Dilf!Kuroo that we all need in our lives

It was inevitable, you supposed. The tension between you two was simply too thick, and it had been for months— ever since you had started working for him.

Kuroo was a man that was very busy, and with a two year old daughter and a mother that was absent, it was no surprise that he needed some extra help.

That’s where you came in- fresh faced and right out of college, majoring in (Y/M/N) and needing a job for the summer.

A friend of a friend had been the one to hook you up, Kuroo taking a liking to you almost instantly.

He had to admit, it was your pretty face and bright smile that draw him in at first, but truly, you were most qualified candidate for the job.

Like a ray of sunshine, a breath of fresh air if he’d ever seen one.

Not to mention how his daughter absolutely loved playing with you from the moment she met you, so in Kuroo’s mind it was a no brainer.

That’s how it started— but your story with the older man would end much, much different.

With lingering glances here and there, subtle touches and late nights where you’d both just sit down and talk, it was no surprise to either of you that ended up here— face down on his couch and completely at his mercy.

Truthfully, it wasn’t supposed to end this way. You were only supposed to have a few drinks and then head home for the night, but somehow before Kuroo could even open the wine, the tension between the two of you had reach the boiling point.

Everything between you two had been spilled in an instant, and now you were a moaning mess as Kuroo’s soft lips attached themselves to your clit, biting and sucking softly while his long fingers worked magic on your cunt.

“You like that babygirl?” Nicknames, so many of them, and they sounded so sexy coming from his lips. You damn near came right then and there as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, nibbling a little while his assault on your pussy continued.

“Y-Yes,” You found yourself squeaking out a reply, too wrapped up in pleasure to respond with anything coherent. But alas, Kuroo wasn’t satisfied. He gave you pointed look as he fingers came to a still, a whine leaving your throat at the loss of contact.

“Kuroo!”

“Ah, ah, ah. That’s not my name. You know better,” He said disapprovingly. It only took you a few seconds for your brain to catch up, a spark of realization flowing through you before you uttered out the correct word.

“Daddy.”

“That’s it,” Kuroo gave you a huge smirk and in no time, continued on with brining you to your high. Admittedly, the man was skilled. Despite never having explored your body before, he knew exactly where to touch you, knew exactly the right spots to make you see stars. “Let me hear you baby- let see hear you cum for me.”

“F-Fuck, fuck!” A breathless moan left your lips as you threw your head back, pleasure taking over every sense. You could barely breathe, too focused on the orgasm that came crashing over you, knocking the air out of your lungs and rendering your brain useless.

You came, harder than you ever had before, all over Kuroo’s slender fingers. In fact, your little pussy made a mess all over his expensive couch but at the moment, Kuroo didn’t care.

His cock was growing harder by the minute as he watched you come undone under him, because of him.

He’s never seen anyone look so sexy, already looking fucked out even though he just started.

“You alright there babygirl?” He’s kind enough to ask, leaning down to stroke your cheeks. Wordlessly, you nod, but Kuroo can tell there’s something on your mind. Suddenly, you sit up, and there’s a hopeful look in yours as you crawl over towards him and pout.

“I wanna ride you, daddy,” You tell him, jutting out your lower lip and tugging on his belt. Fuck. How could Kuroo resist you when you looked at him like that? All needy for him, pussy throbbing at just the idea of him fucking you senseless.

“Fuck, you sure, baby?” He checks to make sure you’re serious before making his next move, and sure enough- you nod eagerly and tug at him again, a whine leaving your throat. He was moving too slow, being a gentleman, sure, but right now you wanted him to fuck you like a whore.

“Yes daddy, I’m absolutely sure,” You tell him confidently, and it doesn’t take much after that to get Kuroo to agree. Quickly, his hands replace yours at pulling at his belt, fumbling with the material and cursing himself for tying it too tight. Eventually though, he manages to get the damn thing off and throws it across the room, making a small clatter that neither of you pay attention to.

And suddenly, Kuroo’s sitting down on the couch and letting you do all the work of undressing him, chuckling at how eager you are. You grab at his clothes like your life depends on it— first his shirt, then his pants, and finally his boxers come off and Kuroo has the absolute pleasure of taking in your ‘O’ shaped mouth, jaw dropping at the size of his cock.

“D-Daddy, you’re so big,” You tell him, eyes wide. Way bigger than any of the college boys you’ve been with. Kuroo was hung and is was making your mouth water, desperate for a taste.

“Go on,” He softly encouraged you after seeing the look on your face, snaking his hands behind your head and gripping your hair. “Give it taste. Let me cum all over those pretty little lips babygirl.”

You’re all eager to fulfill his request, blinking innocently before leaning in and darting your tongue out. Kuroo groans at the action, back straining against the couch as you do it once more before finally giving him the real thing.

Your mouth is hot and tight wrapped around him, pure Heaven, Kuroo thinks, as you get to work and start sucking him like a pro.

Your head bobs up and down, taking him as much as you can and using your hands to stroke the parts you can’t reach. You open up your throat and take him deeper- so deep that you start gagging on his cock.

Kuroo moans at the vibrations and despite your teary eyes, he pulls your head further down and stuffs your mouth with his cock.

He moans again as he feels a pit in his stomach, his orgasm bubbling up the more you pleasured him.

You could feel it, too, by the way he was turning into putty under your touch and groaning every time you stroked him. Slowly, you look up to meet his eyes as you tease his tip with your tongue Kuroo suddenly lets go- sinful noises leaving his lips as thick, white ropes of his cum shoot out and down your throat.

Like the good girl you are, you swallow every last drop before finishing off with a ‘pop!’ Kuroo panting heavily as you sit back on your knees.

“Was I good, daddy?” You ask him, Kuroo frantically nods as he pulls you up, positioning you on his lap and just over his cock.

“The best, babygirl. You took me so well,” Kuroo praises you, stroking your hair before smiling. “You think you’re ready to take my cock now, pretty girl?” He asks, and you nod frantically.

“Yes, please Daddy. I want it so bad,” You tell him, gripping his shoulders, and that’s Kuroo needs to hear in order to spread your legs and lower you on his cock.

You moan as his tip begins to push past your tight walls, the breath leaving your lungs the more he fills you up. God, he’s so big, and he knows it too which is why he give you a little time to adjust to his size before slowly fucking into you.

“Fuck!” It’s so painful and delicious at the same time. The way you stretch around him, your little pussy desperately trying to take him. You throw your head back in pleasure when he bottoms out, hands coming up to steady you.

Your movements are slow at first, only rocking your hips and bouncing a little while you ease into a rhythm. However, you’re practically dripping around him and that makes it all the more easier to move, finally being to able warm up to his size.

The pace that you settle on leaves you both a moaning mess, trying to keep it down as to not disturb his daughter that’s sleeping upstairs. You have to bury yourself into the crook of Kuroo’s neck in order to mask your moans, walls clenching around his cock.

He’s so deep that it has you crying out every few seconds, wrapping your body around him to keep yourself ground. Kuroo doesn’t mind though, in fact he pulls you into a deep kiss as you continue to bounce around him, both of you moaning into the other’s mouth.

Somehow, your hands find his messy hair and you tug on it gently as you begin to feel another orgasm rising up. Kuroo can feel the way your walls are clenching around him, and decides to take the lead. Grabbing your hips, he steadies you before thrusting up and matching your pace, pounding into you while you try to hold on for dear life.

It’s no use though, pleasure clouds over you in an instant, your vision going in and out as you moan and whine against his lips. Eventually though, you’re forced to pull away for air and take deep breath, your body shaking. You’re not sure how much longer you can last like this, and Kuroo knows.

He feels the way you’re squirming and whining against him, he loves the way you’re going absolutely feral for his cock. He wants nothing more than to make you cum around him, and so he snakes a hand down and rubs at your clit, teasing you just enough to send you over the edge.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” You cry out as your walls clamp down on him, creaming all over Kuroo’s cock. Your eyes roll into the back your head and you hear Kuroo groaning underneath you as you squeeze him like never before. Fuck, you’re so tight that he has no choice but to cum too, a loud moan leaving his lips as the milky white substance paints your walls.

He stuff you full of it, his good little girl milking him dry before he pulls out at watches run down your thighs.

You’re breathing heavily as your eyelids slowly open, coming down from your high to see Kuroo as equally as flustered. You both need a minute to calm down before you speak, slowly moving off of his lap and collapsing on the couch next to him.

“That was...” You don’t even have the words for it. You’ve never been fucked so good before, the man making you cum twice which had never happened with any of your other hook-ups. It seems that Kuroo was feeling the same, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he nodded.

“Yeah,” Kuroo agreed as he leaned back on the couch, sweat dripping down his forehead. Even in his fucked out state though, he still looks incredibly handsome. Black hair sticking to his face, brown eyes wide with blown pupils...man, he really was beautiful.

You found yourself smiling the more you admired him, and Kuroo quickly caught onto your stare.

“What? Is there something on my face?” He asked jokingly, shying away from your gaze. You grinned at the light blush that crossed his cheeks.

“No, no...I just...you’re really handsome, you know that?” You found yourself saying, taking Kuroo by surprise. His brows furrowed together at your words, but he quickly recovered, a sly smirk forming on his face.

“Took you long enough to notice, didn’t it?” He teased, lightly nudging you. You giggled at the action but shook your head.

“No, I’ve always noticed. But honestly I didn’t think-”

“You didn’t think I’d see you that way,” Kuroo finished knowingly. You nodded. “Huh. Well isn’t that something.”

“I just thought...well I dunno. I didn’t think you’d be interested in me. I mean after all I’m just the babysitter, kinda cliche isn’t it?” You said.

Kuroo chuckled. “Yeah...I suppose it is. But this...us...it’s not just a one time thing, is it?”

“Not if you don’t want it to be,” You tell him seriously, turning to face him. “I mean...I’m willing to you know...be more, if that’s what you want.”

“You mean like a date?” Kuroo asked, shocked.

“I’m free on Friday’s,” You tell him shyly. But despite this, Kuroo finds himself smiling and slowly nodding at your proposition.

“Friday yeah? I’d say we’re doing things a little backwards, but I’d love to take you out,” He can’t help the goofy grin that spread across his face, his heart pounding a little at the shy, relived grin on your own.

“Okay...Friday it is then,” You beam, reaching for your lost clothing that’s been scattered on the floor. It was getting late, and you really should be getting home before your roommate starts to worry, but you find yourself not wanting to leave at all. Kuroo had completely intoxicated you, making you want to do nothing but stay in his arms for the rest of the night. Unfortunately though, you both froze as a cry pierced through the house and Kuroo cursed as he frantically got up, and slipped his clothes on

“I’m sorry,” He sent you an apologetic look as Kiana began to cry, having woken up from her sleep. “I hate to leave things like this but...”

“It’s fine,” You shake your head, smiling a little as you gesture upstairs. “She needs you, I understand. I’ll get my time on Friday, yeah?”

“I can’t wait,” Kuroo tells you honestly, stopping momentarily to press a quick kiss on your lips before darting to the stairs. “I’ll call you later this week, okay?”

“I can’t wait,” You repeat his words, grinning at his toned figure before watching him disappear up the stairs. Even from where you were, you could hear Kuroo gently cooing and trying to soothe baby Kiana (named closely after her uncle) and it made your heart absolutely melt.

Shaking your head, you gathered the rest of your stuff and quickly slipped out of the door before you ended up in a puddle due to the cuteness. Already, you had your phone out and rang up your roommate -also your best friend- as you walked to your car, excitement bubbling through your veins.

“Hello?” They answered on the first ring.

You grinned. “Y/F/N, you will never believe what just happened to me...”

#kuroo x reader #kuroo smut #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo tetsuro x reader #hq smut #hq x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#dilf!kuroo #3k event #spicytea.txt

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demonsandco · 3 years

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I just saw you don't have anything with Barbatos, this is a crime /j /lh

So could I please request A, C, D, F, K, M, P, V and W from the smut alphabet with him? I know it's a lot, so please feel free to just pick the ones you want to do if it's too much!! I love your writing by the way, thank you for sharing it with us and I hope you have a wonderful day💖

Aaa thank you! I’m glad you enjoy my stuff!! I’m still a little unsure on how I want to portray Barb (considering he has such little screen time smh), but you cannot tell me this man isn’t secretly a slut (affectionate)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

As with everything, Barbatos’ first instinct after sex is to take care of his partner in any way he can. He’ll want to run them a bath, get them something to drink, and if it’s not too late he may even offer to make them a light snack, all the while completely ignoring his own needs. He wants to feel useful and productive, unused to properly relaxing or taking a break. Even if his muscles feel like jelly and his legs tremble with every step, he’ll still focus all his energy on serving them. Luckily, with how exhausted he tends to feel right after sex, it’s not too hard for them to convince him to just cuddle up and rest for once, their encouragement being more than enough to convince him to indulge for once.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

As much as Barb isn’t a fan of messiness, there's something about cumming on his partner that he finds immensely pleasing, being able to claim them in a primal way, without having to worry about lasting marks. He especially loves cumming all over their hands, watching it drip down to their wrists. He has no shame in cleaning it up for them, either, bringing their dirtied hands to his mouth and running his tongue over their palms, diligently sucking each finger clean individually, all while making direct eye contact with a lewd look on his face.

(cont under the cut)

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

With how intensely private Barbatos is, the fact that he has an active sex life, or experience in general, could be a dirty secret on it’s own. Many believe that he’s married to his job, and even those that are close to him, rarely hear about the more private partners of his life. It’s not that he purposefully keeps his relationship a secret, but rather he just tends to blend into the background and he hardly ever feels the need to talk about himself. The amount of passion he has in the bedroom is surprising to say the least, considering how he carries himself in public.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Barbatos greatly enjoys stress positions, especially ones that involve restraints. His favorite would have to be kneeling, legs spread with his ankles tied to his thighs and his hands tied behind his back, forcing his spine to arch and leaving him exposed and helpless to his partner’s every whim. He knows that it’s rather out of the ordinary, and he definitely doesn’t expect every night with his partner to involve something like that, but he can’t help but crave the thrill that comes with that position, unable to move and not having to think, only having to hold still and letting them use his body as they wish.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Unsurprisingly, one of Barb's favorite kinks is bondage, either with ropes or delicate ribbons. It’s cathartic in a way, both tying up his partner and being restrained himself. He finds himself drawn to intricate knot patterns especially, enjoying the artistry and skill that comes with it. He could spend hours restraining them in an artful manner without getting tired of it. He’s even more fond of having them do the same to him, knowing that they put time and effort into learning different patterns for him, not being able to do anything but hold still as their hands slide over his body in such an intimate way. Every shift of his muscles or hitch of his breath causes the bonds to bite into his skin, pressing tightly in his most sensitive areas.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Despite having a fairly high libido, it’s actually incredibly difficult to turn Barbatos on without being outright sexual. He has an impressive amount of control, especially when he’s working, and no amount of flirtatious touches or whispered promises are enough to shatter his composure. If his partner really wants to have an effect on him, they need to be bold and direct.

The easiest way to do so is to follow him somewhere private, like an empty hallway or the kitchen, and be physical. Grab his hips and press up against his back, pin him against a wall or counter with their thigh between his legs, or pull him down for a kiss while tugging on his hair. They need to be quick, taking too much time will make him rush back to work and ruin their element of surprise, but the sudden affection is enough to steal his breath and leave him aching for more. Once they’ve managed to break his control, though, they’d better be prepared to not get much sleep that night, because he’ll be eager to follow through with their advances the moment he finishes his work for the day.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Barbatos tends to prefer a slower, passionate pace, every movement calculated and controlled to bring a specific amount of pleasure to his partner. It isn’t often that he has time to spare, so when he does, he wants to savor every moment he gets to spend with them, taking his time with their body and indulging his greedy side. He loves how desperate it makes them, his movements so slow that it’s practically torture, highly pleasurable, but just barely not enough to cum. He’ll drag on the moment for as long as he can, because he knows it’ll be a while before he can do it again.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Barbatos is naturally very quiet, his voice soft and soothing. He doesn’t speak much during sex, and when he does, his words are barely more than a whisper. At first, he’s completely silent, purposefully stifling his noises out of embarrassment, but even when he lets go, he never really gets loud. Most of his noises sound like gasps, and even his rarely heard moans are extremely breathy and desperate, much higher in tone than his regular voice. He has a habit of trying to muffle himself if he feels he’s getting too noisy, hiding his face in bed sheets or pillows and biting into the material, or bringing his hands up to his face to bite his knuckles, attempting to regain control of his voice.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Unlike most demons, Barbatos’ horns are actually very sensitive, to the point where the slightest touch is enough to send shivers down his spine. The little skeletal appendages function more like feelers or antennae, rather than weapons. While he’s distracted, they often move without him realising, shifting with his emotions and acting as an easy way for his partner to tell when he’s really enjoying something.

His tail isn’t anywhere near as sensitive, but it’s certainly a fun addition to the bedroom. He has very precise control of it, being able to move both tips independently with precision. It basically self lubricates, too, having a strange wet, almost gloopy and slippery texture, without ever leaving behind any residue to clean up. He’d be more than happy to use it on his partner, or himself, and show them exactly how skilled he is in controlling its movements.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me barbatos #obey me smut #smut alphabet #lime time

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happyandticklish · 3 years

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Tickletober Day One - Teasing

Notes: Finally wrote something for Helluva Boss! I’ve been wanting to for a while now but have been lacking in inspiration, but here it is!

Summary: Blitzo and Stolas decide to try something new.

“Well, look what we have here~”

His eyes sparkled horrendously down, matched with a light smile that had Blitzo’s insides squirming. He knew what the other was doing by now and panic and excitement fought for dominance inside him.

“Someone who’s impatient for you to get started already,” Blitzo drawled, rolling his eyes with a bored disinterest they both knew was merely a front. “I mean, really. How long are you going to make me wait here, you’ve already got me tied up. Might as well skip to all the fun stuff.”

He tugged on his wrists in emphasis, the bonds jerking back tightly in resistance. They were pulled far above his head, out of the way in case he tried to do anything ridiculous like protect himself.

“Ohhh, is someone getting all riled up?” Stolas asked, cocking his head at him in fake sympathy. His hands were rested slightly on his sides, where they had been for the last five minutes, unmoving. Blitzo’s nerves were on high alert, and he couldn’t help but twitch with every slight movement of those long fingers. “If you’re this eager for me to wreck you like the helpless little creature you are, you should have simply said so.”

Blitzo’s swallowed, avoiding his gaze. “Yeah, well, it’s not like it’s doing me much good, is it? I’m starting to think you don’t have it in y—fuck! Fuck! Fuhuhuck!”

His strangled yelp was quickly followed by a stream of undignified giggles, squirming back into the mattress as Stolas’s fingers launched into action all at once. Dragging lightly over the skin, gentle scratches that were made all the worse by the nails that seemed to have direct access to his nervous system. “S-Shihihit, Stohohoholas!”

“Yes, Blitzy dear~?”

“Ihihihihit fuhuhuhucking tihihihickles!”

“Well, I should hope so,” Stolas agreed simply. His fingers seemed almost to dance on his sides, an elegant and graceful action that Blitzo couldn’t help but find oddly alluring despite the way it was driving him utterly insane. “That is the point of this after all, is it not? To “tickle you until you could hardly think” were the words you used, I believe. Of course I’m happy to oblige. There’s nothing I love more than watching you laugh and squirm underneath me.”

“Fuhuhuhuhuck ohohohoff!” Blitzo managed, the only thing he could think to say. It was hard to think of good comebacks under the circumstances. Red flushed violently across his features, though it was difficult to tell with his natural hue.

It was Blitzo who had first come to Stolas, suggesting they do things differently that night. It had taken quite a bit of guessing on the latter’s part, as Blitzo had struggled through his words, unable to get out the simple request. Stolas was patient, however, listening to him explain and waiting while he tried to find the right words. He had been very sweet then, quickly assuring the other that there was nothing wrong with him, and of course he would be willing to try it. Now, however, the owl’s words had taken a different turn, a teasing lilt to them that made Blitzo’s head spin in the best way.

“Where’s all that eloquence from earlier?” Stolas inquired, caressing his hips with deft strokes and swirls. “You always were so good with your words, never without a comment. You seem quite subdued now, though.”

Blitzo arched up in response to the tickling, which unfortunately only brought him closer to those devious fingers. “S-Shuhut ihihit ohohor I-I’ll mahahake yohou!”

Stolas’s voice took on a dangerous pitch, a smirk unfolding slowly across his face. “Make me? Oh Blitzy, I don’t think you can make me do anything right now. No, I think the only thing you’ll be doing tonight is laughing. You can handle that, can’t you darling?”

“Fuhuhuck yohohou!” Blitzo managed to growl, tossing back a rebellious glare.

“Well that’s not very nice, now is it?” Stolas squeezed his hips in warning and Blitzo yelped, ticklish shocks traveling from where the former’s thumb dug into the nerves there. “You might make me resort to drastic measures.”

Blitzo knew exactly where he was talking about, his struggling increasing accordingly. “D-Dohohohon’t yohohou dahare!”

“Tickle,” Stolas started slowly, his words lilting teasingly as his touch travelled downwards, landing on his thighs. “Tickle…” Gently stroking the skin, a prelude to what was to come. “Tickle!”

Blitzo threw his head back with a stream of curses and cackling as Stolas squeezed the spot, his nerves jumping near out of his skin. His thighs had always been infuriatingly sensitive, a fact Stolas had been quick to discover and take advantage of. It was both Blitzo’s worst and best spot, and he thrashed and squirmed wildly on the bed, unsure whether he wanted to escape or not.

They had established a safe word in the beginning, just in case, and Blitzo found himself torn. He needed it to end and yet at the same time he couldn’t stop a well of disappointment from rising up inside himself at the idea of the tickling coming to a stop. It was conflicting in an odd, new way that Blitzo didn’t entirely hate.

“NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!” Blitzo squeaked, squeezing his eyes shut so he didn’t have to face that piercing gaze. It didn’t help.

“Not here? You don’t really mean that, do you?”

Fuck him. Blitzo’s blush was worsening by the second. He couldn’t respond, couldn’t think of a good response, too wrapped up in laughing his head off.

“It’s alright,” Stolas assured him. “There’s no need to answer. You can just sit back and laugh and let the tickling overtake you until it’s all you can think of. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

As Blitzo continued to giggle and writhe and let out all kinds of profanity, some never before heard by demon ears, he had to admit that it did.

#tickling #tickle fic #tickletober #stolitz #stolas #blitzo #tickletober 2021 #helluva boss #hazbin hotel #fanfiction #drabble

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indiee19 · 3 years

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D Is For Delightful

Alex Turner x reader

summary: On your anniversary (Early TBHC!) Alex takes you on a romantic date, and things get heated by the end of the night.

warnings: smut, fingering, stupid cliché shit

word count: 2.5k

a/n: expect a lot more goatee Alex content in the future because he's just so fucking hot

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You checked yourself in the mirror one last time before you decided to head downstairs. As you got downstairs, you saw Alex sitting on the sofa, scrolling on his phone, squinting a little as he got a text from Matt about the new album and Alex read it slightly aloud, barely above a whisper.

He typed a response as quick as he could, which wasn't very quick at all, and then he put his phone in his pocket then he noticed you and he stood up. "'ey, love. Um, wow, you look ... amazing," Alex said, walking over to you and giving you a chaste kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you, Alex. You look handsome," you said. Alex blushed even though he was normally the one who made you blush, not the other way around.

"Well, are you ready to go, love?" he asked. You nodded, quickly grabbing your heels and you put them on, then you both headed out the door, walking to the car.

The February air was cool and brisk and it danced across your legs as you had worn a dress and you shivered. "You alright, love?" Alex asked as you both reached the car.

"Yeah, just a bit cold," you said, stepping into the car as Alex had opened the door for you and then he walked around to the opposite side and then he too got in and then he turned the car on and began to drive towards the restaurant.

You had been looking forward to this night for nearly a month, which was when Alex gad told you that he was taking you out for your anniversary, no care for if you or him had to do things. The only thing that he wanted to do tonight was celebrate yours and his fifth year dating and he wanted to make it special. Just like you had made those five years special for him.

Luckily, the drive wasn't that long and you, and Alex, were very happy about that, already excited to see what he had planned for you both because he told you that he had a very special surprise for you at the end of dinner.

Alex turned into the parking lot and parked the car. You and him unbuckled your seatbelts and got out of the car. He walked over to you and grabbed your hand and kissed your temple. "You ready, me love?" Alex asked.

"Yeah. Lead the way, handsome," you smiled. Alex chuckled and you two began to walk inside of the restaurant and up to the podium where a waitress was standing.

"Hello there, how can I help you two today?" she asked.

"Uh, we 'ave a reservation for Turner," Alex said. The waitress looked through the book that was on the podium before she found the name. "Table for two, correct?" she asked him. Alex nodded and she took two menus and began to lead you two to the table that was almost completely secluded from the rest of the tables. The waitress laid down the menus and you and Alex sat down. "Someone will be with you in just a moment to take your order," the waitress said and then she walked away.

You picked up the menu and began to look at it. "You look so pretty, love," Alex said, watching you as you looked over the menu. "Thank you, Al," you said, looking up at him from your menu and you set your right hand on the table. Alex grabbed your hand and gave it a chaste kiss, his beard lightly scratching at your skin.

Soon enough, another lady came to take your orders, which you both gave to her and she walked away towards the kitchen. It was about five minutes before the same waitress came back with a bottle of red wine that Alex had ordered beforehand and two glasses and she poured the wine into them and then walked away again, leaving the bottle of wine with you two. Alex picked up his glass, smiling at you. "Well, shall we toast, me love?" he asked, raising up his eyebrow.

"Yes we shall, Al," you smiled and you both raised up your glasses.

"To us. 'appy five year anniversary to the most beautiful, smart, kind, amazing girlfriend I could've ever asked for," Alex said.

"To us," you said, your glasses clinging together and then you both took a sip of the wine. "I love you, Alex," you added.

The past five years that you and him had spent together were some of the best years that you'd ever had, and you wouldn't have wanted it to be any different. He'd made you feel like the most special girl in the world, made you feel loved and adored, and not to mention the fact that he was there for you Through thick and thin he was always there in your corner to always make sure that you were okay.

"I love you more than you could ever imagine," Alex muttered under his breath, taking another sip of his wine as did you. Alex once again reached over the table to grab your hand and his thumb soothingly rubbed over your knuckle. "What're you doing, Al?" you laughed.

"I don't know, just like to be touching you at all times," he said and you smiled, moving your hand to hold his. His lips pulled into an adorable, cute smile. "You're actually like a puppy," you joked, laughing a bit more whenever he playfully pouted.

Stuff like this happened until your food arrived and you started eating it, stealing a little of Alex's food occasionally, and he stole some of yours when you were looking away.

It didn't take very long for you to finish your food as you were quite hungry, Alex on the other hand though took much longer than you had expected, taking what felt like forever for him to chew the smallest amount of food which was abnormal for him because he would always eat much faster than you, so you wondered why he was taking forever.

As you were waiting for Alex to finish with his salad and his steak, the waitress came back by and handed you a menu for dessert and you started to look over it. "Al ... do you want any dessert?" you asked. He took another bite of his steak and took a sip of his wine before he looked up at you. "Depends on what there is," he said, looking at you looking at the menu.

"Well, what would you like? I'm sure that they'll have it," you said, not yet looking up at him.

"Umm, chocolate cake, cherry cheesecake ... uh, you," he said, muttering the last part under his breath.

"Sorry, what was that, I didn't catch the last part?" you asked, finally looking up from the menu.

"Oh, nothing, nothing," he answered quickly before he started naming off more desserts that he liked, stopping in between each dessert to take a bite of his food. And then finally, after what felt like ten hours, which was actually forty-five minutes, he was done naming off foods and done eating his salad and steak. "Well, Al, it seems that they have all of those desserts, so which one do you want?" you asked. He took a moment to think before answering your question. "Um, I'll 'ave whatever you're having," he said, scratching over his coppery goatee, that was actually long enough to be a beard in your mind, that he had started to grow near the end of 2016 and you were very, very glad that he did. He just made it look so damn hot.

"Okay then," you said, telling him what you were going to have for dessert and he nodded. You and him patiently waited for the waitress to come back, and soon enough, she did and Alex ordered for the both of you. The waitress walked away again and you and Alex started up another conversation.

"So, Alex, what else do you have planned for tonight?" you asked, taking a long sip from your wine glass.

"You'll just have to wait and see, me love," he answered. You leaned forward, resting your head on your hands that were propped up by your elbows. "Oh, come on, give me a little hint," you said. "Please, Alex."

"No, me love, I can't tell you just yet, but I promise, you'll love it," he said. Your dessert was then brought out and you quickly dug into it, Alex did the same as well and it wasn't long until you were both finished with it, Alex finishing his before you. "Well, love, I don't think that I can eat anymore, you?" Alex stated.

"Yeah, I'm pretty full too," you replied, asking for the bill. Alex got out his wallet and paid with cash, leaving a generous tip and then you and him left, walking to the car and you both got in, Alex starting the car, beginning to drive back to yours and his house.

You turned your head and looked him up and down, licking your lips, couldn't keep your eyes off of him, and you assumed that it was because of the wine that you had drank whenever you placed your hand on his thigh, rubbing it up and down, inching closer and closer to his crotch. "What're you doing, love?" Alex asked, grabbing your hand, placing it in your lap.

"I wasn't doing anything, Alex," you said, placing your hand back on his thigh much closer to his crotch than before though.

"Love, if you keep doing that, you know it won't end well for you," he said nonchalantly, speeding up the car.

"What're you going to do?" you asked, your hand moving to cup the bulge that was now forming in his pants and he groaned in response. He was now desperate to get home, so quickly too. Thankfully, the house was just one turn away. "You're going to get it when we get home, love," he said matter-of-factly.

You arrived at the house and Alex quickly got out and you followed, rushing inside the house and once you were inside, he already had you pushed up against the wall, kissing you deeply, his tongue fighting yours into submission with ease, though he soon began to move his kisses down your neck, suckling and biting on your sweet spot, eliciting a loud moan from you and your hands quickly found their way into his hair, tugging hardly on it.

You felt Alex hard against your thigh as he started to grind onto you and one of your hands left his hair to palm him over the fabric of his pants. "You're eager," you managed to choke out, moaning whenever he nudged your thighs apart and began to rub your folds through the fabric of your underwear, feeling how wet you already were for him.

"S-So are you, love, so fucking wet for me," he said, moving your underwear to the side, running his fingers through your folds, spreading you arousal around before he moved them down to your entrance, pushing two of his fingers inside you.

"Oh, fuck," you said, voice trailing off into a moan when he started to move them in and out of you at a quick pace and you started to grind onto his hand, craving more friction, feeling your orgasm approach very quickly, quicker than you would've expected.

"A-Alex, I'm close," you breathed out, you were so damn close so damn fast. His thumb quickly found your clit and began to rub circles on it.

"Let go for me, love," he said, pushing his fingers deep inside you, curling them at the same time, tipping you over the edge, the waves of pleasure washing over you tugging harshly on his hair, moaning loudly.

You came down and Alex finally looked back up at you. "What do you want, me love?" he asked you, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face.

"Fuck me."

He lifted up your thigh, signaling for you to jump and you did, Alex carrying you to the bedroom, setting you down on the bed and you sat up slightly to lift your dress up and over your head, discarding it to the side and you watched as he shuffled out of his own clothes and you quickly pulled down your underwear and removed your bra as Alex shuffled out of his boxers, crawling back over you.

He nudged your thighs apart, giving himself a few tugs before he aligned his cock up with your entrance, pushing in, bottoming out in two pushes, giving you time to adjust to his size before he began to move, setting a pace that gradually got faster.

You instinctively closed your eyes, reveling in the feeling of his cock stroking your walls, hitting the spot that made you see stars and you gripped onto his biceps that were holding him up above you, and then, he stopped moving and you opened your eyes quickly.

"You look at me while I'm fucking you, okay?" he said and you nodded; Alex started to move again, faster though and you were already struggling to keep your eyes open.

A knot soon formed in your stomach and you felt your second orgasm approaching so damn fast again. "I-I'm close, Alex," you breathed out.

"Hold on, me love," he said, his hand coming in between your bodies to rub harshly on your clit, flicking it at the same time as his cock hit the spot that made you see stars once again and you shook, pleasure washing over you completely. The feeling of your walls contracting around his cock was just enough to send Alex over the edge too, his movements stilling as you felt his cock twitch and his hot release coat your walls, collapsing on top of you.

You both reveled and the afterglow of your orgasms, panting heavily, and Alex sighed before he pulled out of you, laying down beside you. "Oh, shit," he breathed out.

"What, Al?" you asked, turning on your side to cuddle up to him.

"I-I were going to ask you something, but now it's just going to be less romantic," he said.

"Well, you can still ask me, Al," you said, kissing his collarbone lightly.

"Okay, stay here," he said, getting up and he put on a fresh pair of boxers and he left the room. You were confused for a moment until he came back with a black velvet box and he kneeled in the floor beside you and you sat up, using the comforter to cover yourself up.

"Well, like I said, it's not as romantic as I'd like it to be, but who cares. But, um, w-will you marry me?" he asked, opening the box to show a beautifully cut diamond ring.

"Y-Yes, Alex, yes!" you squealed, grabbing his face and kissing him deeply. Alex took your ring finger and slid it on. "'appy, anniversary, me love," he muttered before climbing back into bed with you.

#alex turner #arctic monkeys #matt helders #jamie cook #miles kane #nick omalley #the last shadow puppets #alex #alex arctic monkeys #alex turner arctic monkeys #alex turner x reader #alex turner imagine #Alex turner smut #turner #Alex smut #alex x reader #alex imagine

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Hihi!! I've been hyperfixating on tommary lately and I absolutely loved (In the dark!)! I wanted to see if u have any tommary/harrymort fics that u recommend.. preferably ones that feature a possessive Tom ^^ ty in advance

I guess this would be the right time to publicly declare my bookmarks as open? Everything on there is a hard rec, and I vigorously quality-check those... for my liking and my liking only. (Sorry, not sorry. They're there for me, after all.)

That being said, hmm. I've got a few you might like.

Below the cut: more (additionally to my bookmarks) Tomarrymort (Tomarry or Harrymort) recommendations with possessive/obsessive Tom in alphabetical order; NOT order of how much I enjoy them. I'd argue I enjoy them all equally, just in different ways.

Ps: thank you! I'm incredibly flattered you liked my work :D

and don't let the police know anything by littlecupkate https://archiveofourown.org/works/24920947

Ted Dirlod is dangerous, Harry Potter knows this for a fact, but the man was still his only hope at escaping a doomed fate. It is never wise to blackmail a crime lord. It is even more unwise(?) when said crime lord is obsessed with you. An expanded version of "praying to whatever's in heaven, please send me a felon"

Genuinely lovely? Ticks all my boxes, at least, and minimal angst, which is always a plus. That being said, you should probably read the work mentioned in the summary as well for context. But hey. Two cakes by one person ;) Can never go wrong, can it?

As Certain Dark Things Are to be Loved by Strange_Soulmates https://archiveofourown.org/works/6015619

Tom was Harry's best friend growing up and his first love. At eight, Harry gave Tom his first kiss before moving away. As a freshman in college, the name of the RA on the door across the hall is terribly familiar.

Also absolutely deliciously indulgent. Tom is a possessive terror and Harry loves him for it. Need I say more?

Harry Potter and the Search for Ancient Magic (series) by Snickerdoodlepop https://archiveofourown.org/series/1133141

Once Voldemort realizes that Harry Potter is his horcrux, his plans change drastically. So does Draco Malfoy's assignment for the school year. Harry's sixth year starts going very differently. Snape is on a mission. Harry needs to learn pureblood politics. Draco Malfoy is trying to convince Harry to forgive him. Voldemort finds himself visiting Harry Potter in his dreams. Everyone is realizing that no one is quite what they thought. And through it all, there's a mystery. What is Ancient Magic? Can Harry use it to save himself or will it pull him toward the dark side?

Honestly, genuinely, hands down the best fucking tomarrymort series I've ever read. Hard, hard rec from here. The first work is completed and the second is in progress, so it's a nice pile of words to chew through!

can't commit to anything but a crime by caelesti https://archiveofourown.org/works/27286483

Excitement is the word he does not dare utter, even in the privacy of his own mind. It’s wrong, he knows. These women are people, in their own right; people with fears and aspirations, with friends and families and dreams, and to have anything cut those lives short is nothing but tragic. To have anyone cut those lives short is nothing but condemnable. He doesn’t have James Potter’s laugh lines, but he does have his father’s innate flair for danger. He doesn’t have Lily Potter’s enthusiasm, but he does have her insatiable curiosity. (In every world, Harry will excel at finding the biggest spot of trouble available and sticking his nose in it.)

Hot serial killer serial killer hot. That's it, those are the thoughts. Please read.

Dripping Fingers by May_May_0_0 https://archiveofourown.org/works/25440826

When Harry finds Tom Riddle's diary he does not write 'Hello.' He does not write anything at all. He draws. Tom Riddle falls in love with the artwork. _________________ Sketch by sketch, drawing by drawing, the ink Harry pours into the diary manifests as creations in Tom's monochrome world.

Okay so if I'm the reincarnation of Shakespeare, May_May_0_0 is fucking... Ted Hughes. Which doesn't say much to your average viewer but that man wrote my favourite poem ever (the one I based my war fic off) and I hold him in very high regard. This story? It is poetry in its rawest form. Pure, condensed beauty. If you decide to read only one of the fics in this list, please choose this one.

Either must die at the hand of the other by Metalomagnetic https://archiveofourown.org/works/29356095

Voldemort survives the Battle of Hogwarts because Harry Potter had not been the one to kill him, as the prophecy demands.

When is Metalomagnetic not a master of words? When will I cease becoming breathless at every paragraph, at every cleverly twisted word that comes back and reveals itself so beautifully later?

Fine Line by galaxiesundone https://archiveofourown.org/works/26949952

Magic always leaves traces. The lingering darkness of Sectumsempra, combined with Harry’s nature as a horcrux, awakens the soul piece contained within Ravenclaw’s diadem. At twenty years old, Tom Riddle walks a fine line between man and monster, the devil and the light-bringer in one. His influence forces Harry to face an ancient enemy unlike anything he has faced before: temptation.

Long story short: Tom Riddle is Hot and Good At Being Hot and Harry truly doesn't stand a chance and I am here for it. Lord help me I love this fic to pieces.

Good Intentions by Strange_Soulmates https://archiveofourown.org/works/7035334

Five year old Harry Potter meets and befriends a seventeen year old Tom Riddle while hanging out at his dad’s station. James Potter decides to take Tom under his wing, using Tom’s connection with Harry to try and keep the teen grounded, even as he begins to investigate the Death Eaters, a dangerous organized crime group and their mysterious leader only known as Lord Voldemort.

The sheer potential of this fic. The horrible, terrible dread of future events that have yet to be revealed. I will cry.

Honey, Smoke, Shiver by machiavelli https://archiveofourown.org/works/16068062

Harry - Omega, only son of Lord Potter - is nothing more than a useful playing card in a political game of power and money, one that is bought by the famed Tom Riddle: powerful, dangerous, pureblood Alpha. Unsurprisingly, Harry loves being underestimated.

Machiavelli is always a rec from me. Sorry lads but that's the way it is. Never a moment where I won't recommend their stuff.

Sickly-Sweet Obsession by maquira https://archiveofourown.org/works/18259103

Quiet, studious Tom Riddle spends his first year thirsting after an older student—Gryffindor’s Quidditch Captain, Harry Potter. His crush is common knowledge, and even Harry finds it cute… at first. Possessiveness spawns monstrosities. Tom does all within his power to mess with Harry’s dating life. And one seemingly harmless crush spirals into something darker, begetting deadly consequences.

Again; the potential. Delicious. This will bloom into something beautifully twisted, I'm sure of it.

Stars, Hide Your Fires by Audair https://archiveofourown.org/works/27745546

Riddle’s undivided attention snapped to him with the swiftness of shattering glass. His turbulent magic receded from where it had besieged the shop. "You,” he breathed. Coiling in leisurely motions, the eager tendrils of his magic reached for Harry, swathing about his limbs and neck and chest with a liquid, flowing fascination. "I’ve been looking for you,” Riddle continued, tilting his head to the side and sweeping his gaze over Harry. It was an appraisal that felt simultaneously like the raking of iron nails and the tender drapery of silk. It was so familiar, and yet… so foreign. In the winding streets of Knockturn Alley, an intricate dance of mutual obsession unravels between twenty-three-year-old Tom Riddle and a time-travelling Harry Potter.

This work has recently been undergoing a rewrite, and I can tell you with certainty it's only gotten better for it. It's beautiful; the setting, the atmosphere, the vibes... Perfection. Captures Knockturn Alley's mood impeccably and does not disappoint a single moment.

the pleasure, the privilege by asterisms https://archiveofourown.org/works/21227528

It begins with Vernon Dursley's body, dead across the table. In which Voldemort is dosed with amortentia, and nothing is better for it.

Completed, terrifying... and gorgeous.

The Shrike (to your sharp and glorious thorn) by PaperWorlds https://archiveofourown.org/works/22380079

Shrike: A songbird with a sharply hooked bill, known for their habit of catching insects and small vertebrates and impaling their bodies on thorns, the spikes on barbed-wire fences, or any available sharp point. A young Harry Potter survives an attack by notorious serial killer Voldemort. Over a decade later, they meet again.

Lads I'm so desperate for an update from this fic that I might cry if I think about it for too long. I keep saying it and I'll say it again; this is one of those fics with amazing potential that are sure to never disappoint no matter what path they take. An incredibly hard rec.

To Raise a Servant by bluegrass https://archiveofourown.org/works/19780816

Tom had found the boy amidst pouring rain. He figured he'd always wanted a pet snake.

Surprisingly not quite as dark as the summary makes it seem? I certainly enjoyed it, though, and that's why it's on this list.

What He Grows To Be by Severus_divides_into_H https://archiveofourown.org/works/19042240

Tom Riddle is a frightening coil of darkness, cruelty, and greatness, and changing him is Harry’s only hope for saving people he loves. Going back in time, he takes Tom from the orphanage, but his optimism shatters with every year they spend together. Tom still longs for darkness. Tom stifles him in his possessiveness. Tom is fixated on him to the point of destroying the world just to keep him. But Harry loves him. And the future changes.

Beautiful. And absolutely terrifying. I've started crying mid-scene at least three times for this fic, and it honestly seems unfathomable if you haven't read it if you're on my profile, since I think this is one of the fics that have shaped my style and ambitions. It is what I aspire to be.

#fic rec #fic recs #tomarry #tomarrymort #harrymort #fanfic #ask #anon ask

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