#was so SWEET but i fucking FORGOT IT!! like fuuuck man! that was the whole point of the pic!!!

[nerosdayinanime]

they love eachother so much you have no idea

(also i was listening to 'Welcome Home' by radical face for this one and i just think its very Themcore & you should check it out)

ok so abo au- Giyuu's an omega & Sabito's an alpha prime, theyre a pair & water pillars by the time Giyuu encounters the Kamados-

it starts off normal with him snapping at Tanjiro for having no spine & sending them off to Urokodaki, instead of saying anything through letter he just tells Sabito to meet him with Urokodaki in 3 days- he spends a day dealing with a different demon nearby before catching up w Tanjiro

He gets there while Tanjiro's scaling the mountain, Sabito arrives not too long after and they all sit & drink some tea until Giyuu starts explaining what happened. Sabito flips his shit when Giyuu says he'd commit seppuku in response to Nezuko eating someone, they start arguing and snapping at eachother until Urokodaki says 'Enough!' in a Tone.

They both duck their heads and stop while he explains the little event that happened on the way, he notes that Nezuko has 'an unprecedented amount of restraint' and Giyuu shoots a Look at Sabito who looks like he's just swallowed a lemon but relents to Giyuu's choice to let her live. Tanjiro arrives and collapses at the door, Sabito notes the look of sheer determination in his face before it turned confused at the New People in the house

Sabito gets up and walks out past him, Tanjiro turns back to Urokodaki & Giyuu and asks who that was. 'dont mind him, he doesnt like your situation right now. you'll encounter worse [than him] on your travels down this path' Tanjiro nods to the warning, then eats & they all chat for a bit before he finally conks out.

Urokodaki forces Giyuu to do chores around the place and set up him & Sabito's room since theyre staying for a little bit, like an hour in Sabito comes back and does his share of chores n such- they sort of ignore eachother, a little passive aggressively from Giyuu's side, it has Urokodaki shaking his head at their little spat

When it comes time to sleep Sabito finally caves when Giyuu lays down with his back towards him at a distance. He apologizes and says he realizes how much it means to Giyuu, 'im just scared of losing you' and Giyuu melts- how can he be mad about that? they make-up cuddle about it and in the morning they are rudely woken up by Very Loud Noise Very Close To Their Face- Urokodaki's way of getting back at them for not visiting for months, suddenly dumping 2 more children on him, and making him deal with their moody little asses the whole day before (he's still glad to see them despite all that tho<3)

over the course of 2 years whenever either of them would have time between missions they'd usually check in on how Tanjiro's training was coming along or if Nezuko ever woke up, after the first year when they stopped by they'd spar with him and correct his stance & motions and whatnot. Sabito's still a hardass and a little bit mean but he means well, Giyuu's very bad at teaching tho. Tanjiro really has to learn through actions with him bc he doesnt know how to explain whats wrong and whats okay. when they're not around Makomo's still the one sweetly running him into the ground with training<3

#loserboy giyuu posting #neros art tag #<need a new one bc 'my art' includes other ppl's posts who are tagged w it #helpful if i wanted to search for all posts tagged sabito since i dont tag him consistently but art tags not so much........ #oh well #sabito #kny sabito #giyuu #tomioka giyuu #giyuu tomioka #sabigiyu #sabigiyuu #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #im so mad that my memory's so shit bc i had a really sweet convo between them when they were going to sleep #something abt trusting nezuko that turned to them being lovey-dovey comparing themselves to a god and their most devoted follower and it #was so SWEET but i fucking FORGOT IT!! like fuuuck man! that was the whole point of the pic!!! #whatever the pic conveys it anyway #also its got very similar colors to the other sabigiyu pic i made. they r matching #uhhh au tag. fuck. uhm #abo sabigiyu surprise adoption au #< lmao its a surprise bc sab & giyu dont realize they've adopted the kamado sibs until giyuu loses his shit @ that hashira meeting #then he doubles down like >:( no thats right actually. theyre mine. keep ur dirty mitts off them‚ SHINAZUGAWA.

[hotdamnhunnam]

My Throne or Yours?

Part 1 | Part 2

A/N: So here’s Part 2 of King Arthur and Queen Y/N getting it on in the throne room!! Rough and raunchy to remind you that you’re nothing but a dirty fucking whore for him 🥵 (Recommend reading Part 1 first for context; Part 2 is just pure filthy sex...)

Pairing: King Arthur x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, rough sex Request: This lovely request from @turner-cris​!

Word Count: ~2.2k

... Continued from Part 1 [Read Here]

“Arthur, we can’t...” you moan in distress, sinking deeper back into your throne as the king reaches farther up your fancy dress with his wandering hands.

“Y/N,” he grunts, unwilling to resist just what he wants. Unable to restrain the growing bulge within his pants. “I need you more than I can fucking stand.”

“Yes, but—”

“Yes is the end of it,” Arthur abruptly interrupts. His voice is ravenous and rough, honestly just the way you love. Damn does he know how much you love it. “Yes. Just yes. The answer’s always yes, you dirty little slut.”

Oh fuck. The way he says that, knowing how it drives you mad, rubbing against you with his raging royal cock... Apparently you nearly forgot that your man is a literal god. You’re suddenly incapable of forming a coherent thought.

You’re almost out of any fucks to give. Almost but not... not yet... still you need to protest, even though you’re a trembling mess, soaking wet. So damn desperate to serve as his slut, for as long as you live. “But—but Arthur, what if...”

“What if someone walks in?” he completes the sentence as you melt in his presence, “...while I’m shoving this massive, majestic cock in?”

What the—ughhh, what the actual fucking... your mind turns to mush and your mouth clearly has no intention of talking.

“My love, if you truly don’t want this—I’ll fuck off, I promise,” he vows, in response to your silence right now. As if he doesn’t know just how badly you want to be fucked by your king. More than any damn thing, to be honest.

Arthur swiftly lifts off of your body and takes a few steps backward, licking his lips as he strips off his jacket and shirt. Because he’s a goddamn brutal bastard, who’s fully aware that the sight of his beautiful godlike physique... makes you weak, so unable to speak. Puts you at a complete loss for words.

“I just need you to know that my heart fucking hurts,” he states, pointing theatrically towards it as if you could witness his heart rate. “It’s pounding straight out of my chest. Set to burst, because I haven’t had you for days, and you know that each day felt like years. So, Your Royal Highness—now that I’m finally here...”

That’s all he has to say. For Arthur knows he owns your ass in every fucking way. And now to make up for the many yearlong days you spent apart, to sate the hungers of his hot thundering heart... the king is bound to fuck you hard, upon the throne today.

All of a sudden you’re a mutt after a bone. Fall to the floor, kneeling before him like a whore, just like the filthy little fuckdoll you once were. Will always be, quite honestly. The favorite slut of your beloved king. You’re nothing but his plaything. Just a pretty piece of property for him to fucking own.

Down on your knees, here in the throne room, you now offer yourself up to him, to use in any way that he may please. Words tumble from your mouth in a hot-blooded groan. “My lord, I want to suck your perfect cock upon the throne.”

His sinful lips curve up into a smirk; he knew it long before you said those dirty words. And wastes no time setting to work.

“Of course you do. Just look at you. Groveling like the greedy little slut you were before,” he taunts, setting a goddamn fire in your cunt. So flaming hot yet flooded wet—it fucking hurts. “My throne or yours?”

You know the answer is whatever he prefers. “Whichever suits your pleasure, sir.”

“That’s a good fucking whore,” he snickers, beckoning you toward his throne with a subtle curl of his fingers. Counting on you to follow crawling on all fours. “Mine first. We’ll desecrate yours afterward.”

Oh, good Lord...

He makes quick work of setting free his scepter from his pants, gripping the thick girth in his hand, now as he takes a seat. You crawl forward to kneel between his spread legs, and your wide eyes wordlessly beg. Beneath your regal skirts, your sex is dripping wet with need. Pure liquid heat. Eager to be completely wrecked, after you swallow every inch he has to feed.

You’ve sucked him countless times before, here in the throne room, back when you were just his whore. But never once since Arthur chose you as his bride, to rule the kingdom by his side. To spend your life with him. Now the same deed just feels so different, and you’re set to give the king the best damn royal head that he’s ever been given. This is your whole reason for living.

“Oh, fuuuck...” Arthur groans—reclining deep into his throne, sinking in the sumptuous fabric—as you wrap your loving lips around his massive cock, and start to work your magic.

Sweet fucking hell... how you had missed the feel of this, the smell, the fucking taste. Fulfills your inner slut so well. Moaning in bliss, you pop your mouth off of the tip, just for a second, so that you can rub it all across your face. You love it more than words could say. Have no clue just how you survived without his cock these past few days.

Now that his precum coats your face in a delicious glaze, you move on to devour his entire length until your lips are stretched around the base. All the while as you serve his cock, you gawk up at the gorgeous smile on his flawless face with your adoring gaze.

“Look at you, love,” he breathes, reaching down to feel the rigid bulge of his meat through your cheek with a sweep of his thumb, his touch all at once tender and rough. “Down on your knees, worshiping my cock like a worthless fucking slut. Here in this room, where anyone could see. The door’s not even shut. What would the court think if they saw you like this, hmm? So desperately sucking me off?”

You want to die just at the thought. But death is a worthwhile price to pay for worshiping a god.

“The high and mighty queen, caught up in such a scandalous scene...” the king savagely teases, as your throat contracts around his luscious length and fucking squeezes. Thirsting after every precious drop of cum he has to give. Fuck, he’s so long and thick and stiff... “Mmm, so fucking obscene. You know you’ll be my cocksucking slut for as long as you live?”

Yes, yes Master, you silently answer, as you suck him violently, deeper and faster. Your cock is a gift. I’m your cocksucking bitch, and forever grateful for the privilege.

You devour him down farther, gagging on every sweet inch of Arthur, as you feel his huge cock throb and twitch. Every move that you make gets his shaft even harder; you feel his hips buck toward you lips, hear his breath start to hitch.

“Ughh—love, I won’t last much longer in that pretty mouth of yours... Good Lord, you’re such a perfect little whore... you’ve always known just what that slutty fucking mouth is for...”

By this point your wet cunt is gushing all over the floor.

And he knows it, too. Knows exactly what to do. “Come, dear—up here,” the king sighs, as he eases your mouth off his scepter. Summons you up onto his lap, patting his palm against his thigh, with a loud slap, a warm smile and a come hither gesture. “Want you to ride me on my throne. Remind me that your cunt is mine and that my cock is yours to own.”

Oh, you could never have forgotten such a thing. Sooner forget your goddamn name.

But still you and the king both love to be reminded all the same. You have no fucking shame—for all the filth, you have no guilt. Body and soul have never felt so perfectly fulfilled. Though it may feel dirty and surely always will, the power and the purity of your passionate love is all to blame.

Your elegant gown is a whole damn confection of lavish, luxurious folds—the queen’s cunt is practically lost in the mess, truth be told—but still, nevertheless, the king’s massive erection will always know just how to navigate all of the frills. Always finds its way home into your waiting hole. Always feels so exquisite it kills.

So it does, as he guides you down onto his shaft. As you slide in position to ride him with all that you have, all your senses abuzz, as the mind-blowing size of King Arthur’s staff threatens to split you in half.

“Oh my—fuck...” you moan as you impale yourself on his majestic cock, shaking his gilded throne as your hips and his both start to rock, taking him ever deeper and farther. “Arthur...”

“Mmm, that’s it, Y/N. Say it again,” he demands, groping at the soft skin of your thighs underneath your dress with his insatiable hands. “Scream my name like a whore, as you ride me with that royal cunt of yours. Faster. Harder.”

You are out of your head, fucking dead. Your mind cannot function when your cunt is so perfectly full and so painfully wet. Even so, still you know it will find ways to follow his orders. Your hands reach to clutch at his broad sculpted shoulders, to steady yourself as you scream his name over and over.

Arthur... Arthur... you feel so fucking blessed to be with the most valiant and virtuous of kings who ever lived, who also just happens to be the world’s most epic lover. Even in this instant, when you’re on top, for once, still he’s the one fucking you up. Ravaging your soaking wet cunt, like it’s his job. Ruining you in just the way you’ll always want. Ruthless and rough, and yet deep down so sweet and soft, the way you’ll always fucking love.

You can feel that he’s bound to burst at any second, and you’re begging... but your man has other plans, to finish off. In one swift motion lifts you up off of his lap and locks his lips on yours in a ferocious kiss, now as he stands, carries you over toward your throne to fuck you there just as he’d promised. 

Somehow Arthur has always known, that getting ravaged on your throne, by your beloved king... is something that the slut in you has always fucking wanted. More than anything. By now his kisses and his cock have got you senseless, breathless, barely even breathing. There’s no better fucking feeling.

“Now every time you sit your pretty ass upon this throne, Your Highness... want you to remember this,” he grunts, pinning you down and plunging deep inside your cunt. So deep inside it. “Now you’ll always be reminded. That you’re nothing but my filthy fucking whore. That you will always take my cock and beg for more. That you should never try to fight it.”

Holy mother of all fucking shit. By now your brain is blown to bits.

“Understand?” Arthur asks, like he has any right to, leaning down to press his sweat-slick forehead onto yours and clasp your face in his adoring hands. Fucking you so good, through and through. He knows you’d answer if you could, but that you can’t. “Of course you do. Good thing the same is true for the king too. For every part of me... the body and the heart of me... belongs to you. I am forever yours. Your fucking whore.”

With that you’re fucking done. And fucking damned. Your consciousness is all but gone, as Arthur slams deeper inside of you and desecrates your throne, designates every inch of it as his to own. From top to bottom. Fills you with his royal cum. Reminding you again, as if you’d ever have forgotten, that your cunt will always be his fucking kingdom.

And yet his whole kingdom... is all fucking yours. He’s made that clear to you before, but never more so than today.

No matter all your instincts to submit and to obey... no matter how dirty you play... despite the fact that you will always be his filthy little whore... you’re still his queen, and he makes sure you know exactly what that means. You own the king in every way.

“I’ll go fetch us some wine,” he whispers through a flurry of kisses as you slowly start to come down from your high, blinking all of the stars from your eyes. Or at least so you try. Arthur is the brightest star you ever could find, and good Lord how he shines. So divine, so damn bright you could die...

And you honestly might. Though he’s sure to love you back to life by the end of the night. 

As he leaves to get something for you both to drink, Arthur can’t help but glance back at you so beautifully fucked out on your throne, and he can’t help but think... oh, the things he would do for that woman. For you alone. Loves you and wants you and needs you more than anyone. Anything.

Good Lord, he thinks... that queen really has made a whore of her king.

***************

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

ILLICITUS: CHAPTER 5

Prompt: Y/N is a respectful narcotics agent, she worked hard to have her work recognized in a prominently male work field. She‘s assigned to the most important case of her whole career, investigate and apprehend the biggest drug dealer of U.S.A, the only thing she didn’t count on, was for the bastard to be so damn charming.

Word count: Long-ish

Pairing: Mob!Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, dirty talk, blackmail, cursing, conspiracy.

Tagging: @ziasaph , @marlananicole , @nicolewoo , @saccreigns , @mindofasagittaruis , @reigns-5sos , @lilred91 , @auawdo @bayley-no-friends @lustyromantic

Notes: Finally is smut time 😏...To catch up with the previous chapters just hit my Masterlist! Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) You can check out my other stories on my Masterlist and my newest story as a fixed post. Okay,now let’s get to the fun part, shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

I keep staring at Roman, looking for any signs that he might be joking, but to my surprise, he wasn’t.

“You’re dead serious about this, aren’t you?” I whispered

“Of course I am! I’m not a man who play games Y/N, I know what I want so I go for it. And I want you ever since you stepped a foot inside of this house”

“I-I...I can be fired for this! If someone finds out...”

“They won’t, as long as you keep your pretty mouth shut, baby”

“If I do it, are you really going to forget the tracker incident?” I sincerely ask

“Yes. You can even take it with you, if you want” He smiles and I quickly put the tracker inside my leather jacket side pocket.

“So, the tracker never happened?” I sighed in relief

“What tracker?” He smirked before kissing me roughly

Roman pulls me up by my ass so I can wrap my legs around his waist. He holds me up with one arm as the other tossed all the contents upon his big oak desk to the floor, including a MacBook.

Roman sat me on the desk, sliding off my jacket from my shoulders and throwing it across the room.

I pulled Roman closer to me by his gold chain, deepening the kiss, devouring his soft full lips until he stepped back to catch his breath.

“Fuck baby, you’re surreal” Roman says while taking my t-shirt off, unclasping my bra and getting rid of my jeans and panties

“Take it off” I murmured tugging on his t-shirt and jeans

Roman obliged, standing in front of me with nothing but his boxer briefs on and I take the opportunity to sink my hand inside of it and pump his incredible length.

“Oh, you’re mean. You’re so fucking mean” He’s intention was to laugh, but he ended up moaning instead.

I nodded with a giggle “And I’m going to enjoy this” I squeeze his dick slightly

“Yeah? You’re gonna claim this dick?” He asked, sucking on my bottom lip.

I smile at him, finally pulling him out of his boxers, aiming so that my spit could fall upon his shaft. I successfully hit my target and slowly spread the wetness all over his length.

Roman locks his gaze with mine, licking the pad of his thumb and pressing it on my clit, circulating around the nub with such ease.

“I like this dirty side of you” He chuckled amused “So much better than your Mrs. Righteous one” Roman said and increased the pressure upon my bundle of nerves, making me moan loudly

“Oh, that’s the best sound I’ve ever heard! Do it again, baby” He coos and I obliged

“Fuck me, please. I need you to fuck me right now” I panted

Roman smirked “So eager to take this cock, aren’t you baby girl?”

“Yes, please”

His eyes were firmly glued to mine as he entered my core, sweetly stretching my walls.

“Oh you’re big, you’re so big” I moan, closing my wrist around his gold chain tugging it down

“You like a big cock, don’t you? I can see you do baby ‘cuz you take me so well. This tight little pussy can take so much, fuck”

He thrust into me slowly so I can get used to his size.

“Faster” I panted

Big, strong hands roamed up on my body. One lightly squeezing my neck while the other had a tight grip on my hair, pulling on it by the scalp as an incessant sound of hard and persistent pounding filled up the room.

“Oh, you fuck me so good” I whispered

“How could I not? This is such good pussy” Roman grinned

The pacing became more calculated, slower even, but with sharper harder and deeper thrusts that made him reach my cervix.

My arms circled around his neck, closing it on a tight grip. I needed him closer, I needed every part of my skin glued to his own. I needed that connection, that feeling of having someone there for you, someone you could get attached to, even if it was for a couple of minutes in a fantasy world. It’s been so long since I’ve felt that human touch that I almost forgot what it felt like.

Roman throws his arms around my waist, taking me off the table and laid me down on the floor, upon the rug.

His broad body hovering mine creating a shelter around me, his warm tanned skin made me feel secure, comfortable even. Safe. And I couldn’t help it to think about everything that happened to me in the past.

“Don’t go there” He whispered on my ear, pulling me back from my trance.

Was when I noticed his pacing became almost unnoticeable..lazy..slow..

“What?” I murmured

“I said don’t go there, is not good for you and you know that” He delicately brushed a strand of hair away from my face

“What the fuck are talking about? You don’t even know me” I panted

“You’re overthinking Y/N, don’t do that baby. Stay here with me, focus on what’s happening right now, focus on us and leave all that shit behind”

Roman kissed me so softly that I swore I almost gave in.

Almost.....

“Is that all you got Casanova? Whispering sweet nothings to me? Sorry, but that won’t work because” I pulled him down by his chain and whispered in his ear “I like it rough” Slightly nibbling it.

He smirked deviously while sliding out of me “Turn around, baby and spread your legs”

I obliged, curious as to what he would do, but it didn’t took me long to find out.

Quickly entering my core again, he positioned his body between my legs, hands securing my hips to the floor as he took his cock all the way out, just leaving the tip in and then

“Oh fuck” I gasped when he sharply entered, beginning a merciless thrusting rhythm.

“Yes, yes, yes” I mumbled

“God, you love it like this, don’t you baby?” Roman grunts pulling my hair back until I arched my back in a way I was sure it would break me.

“Yes, sir” I grinned widely

“Fuck” He chuckled amused

“I want more, please give me more” I begged

“You like it that much, huh?” Roman turned up his pace violently

“YES! Just like that, keep doing that, please don’t stop” I whined

His lips covered mine, the best way he could, for a rough kiss

“You know, deep down I wished you were a cock whore, but baby, you’re beyond that! You’re addicted to it, aren’t you? Addicted to a cock buried balls deep in your tight little pussy, stretching it, claiming it” He moaned

I nodded “Only if it’s a good cock like yours, Mr. Reigns” I purred and slid back as much as I could to meet his thrusts

“Yes baby, just like that. Take that cock” He snarled

“I’m gonna come, fuuuck it feels so good” I shivered

“Come baby, come all over my cock”

I obliged coating his member with my juices as I felt him quickly pulling out and hot ropes of white cum landed on my butt cheeks.

“Fuck” We both sighed

“Nice game, man” He laughed and slapped my ass playfully

“Shut up” Rolling my eyes I felt my cheeks already turning red from embarrassment

“You know Y/N, I was thinking-“

A brief knock on the door made him stop

“What?” He shortly asked

“Mr. Reigns sorry to bother you, but we have a situation-“

“I’m busy! Deal with it” Roman quickly said, not even letting the man finish

“I’m afraid it’s not that simple, sir”

Furiously getting up from the floor, he puts his boxers back on and go to the door, opening it just slightly, to make sure the man wouldn’t see me there, laid down on my naked glory.

After a few minutes of mumbling, Roman returned and began to get dressed

“We got a problem, baby” He quickly said, pulling his t-shirt back on

“What is it?”

“Your boss is here” Roman was now zipping up his jeans “And he brought a team with him”

“A team?” I asked confused

“Search team” He tossed my t-shirt and jeans to me. Smiling when he found my lace panties, shoving it on his jeans pocket.

“To search for what?” I ask

“You. He’s looking for you Y/N. Apparently you’ve gone missing since Monday”

“What?” I whispered

TO BE CONTINUED

Please let me know your thoughts on this series so far, feedbacks are always nice and appreciated 🥰❤️

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[lailaphx-is-havin-a-crisis]

walker season finale!! my senseless live review.

part 2

spoilers below!!

part 2

okay i can't take the drama

this is so strange. but also very very painful. the whole family.

wow. so. stan huh? i literally flinched at the gun shot. oh man.

cordi's tears bring me to tears. fuuuck. the reason i actually started watching this was that i saw a gifset where jared was crying on walker and i was like 'uh oh im in trouble'

cordell looks so lost aaahhh and also abeline's threat before? that was so badass. even more than cordell and the others' looks.

geri's panic. gosh, i can't imagine finding your best friend like that.

stan's ... something. i can't decipher him. like obviously he's a fucking bastard but ... oh well.

oh no who's behind the gun???

omg that look on cordell's face!!! that's just so many emotions!! what the fuck jared what the fuck?? what did he tell you to put that look??

woohoo go micki!!

uh oh someone's got eyes on cordi ...

yikes, the mom brunch!! but hey, goin well so far lol

okay pls bret's smile is so sweet!!

forget all the ships in the world. my otp is abeline+bonham!! yaesss!!! so happy they got to grow old together! look at how beautiful they are!!!

oh man i almost forgot about the kids. poor stella and august. they've been through so much!!

FAMILY MOMENT!!! BRACE YOURSELF!!! WOOHOO!! i look forward to these almost as much as i looked forward to sam and dean's bowel move-- ahem, brotherly melodrama scene.

look at his face when he turns around lmao cordell you goofy li'l goose

oww he's just so tactile with his kids. sigh. is that just in movies? or maybe just in america? anyways ...

aww home.

WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK WHO THE FUCK WAS THAT???? NEVER LET ME BE AT REST YOU FUCKING WRITERS!!! IM LIKE 'hey walker's over and at least i dont have to punch someone everyday waiting for s2 cause there wont be cliffies'. WELL WHOS THE FUCKING CLOWN NOW?? I HATE YALL

#walker #walker 2021 #walker s1 #walker spoilers #cordell walker #walker 1x18 #drive #walker 2021 s1 finale #walker finale #spoilers

[billys-hard-grove]

Close Neighbours Pt 2

(Kinda)

This is very readable without pt 1, but read that HERE if you wanna. (We’re ignoring its ending though, the doorbell-ringing didn’t happen. This whole thing is kind of unrelated, but its the same universe)(exhibitionist femme steve)

Someone offered me their firstborn for part 2, so just know that i will be collecting when the time comes!

Steve smiled politely at Lucas’ parents, waving awkwardly as they left his classroom. He sighed and rolled his shoulders, hoping to relieve some of the tension there.

He loved his job, but he could care less about the parent-teacher conferences he had to have every year. All parents wanted to hear was how great their kid was and even though Steve agreed with them most of the time, it was exhausting.

Today was even worse than usual. He couldn’t stop thinking about last night. He knew his neighbour had been watching -and enjoying- his little show and he couldn’t wait for a repeat. He was thinking that maybe tonight he could stand in front his window, on full display while he gazed into blue eyes and fucked his fist.

Steve shifted in his seat, just thinking about it made him hot. He felt his cock twitch against the soft fabric of his panties and groaned. Fuck, he needed to get home.

He ran a tired hand through his hair and glanced at the clock above the door. 8 pm. He only had one appointment left before he could go home and it should be a quick one; Max was doing great in his class.

He was digging up her homework from the cabinet behind his desk when he heard a light knock on his door.

‘It’s open!’ He called out. He finally found Max’s work at the bottom of his pile and turned around in his chair, ready to greet the last set of parents of parents.

Steve’s smile froze on his face when he spotted a familiar man leaning against the doorpost of his classroom, looking thoroughly amused.

‘Mr. Harrington, I assume? Max’s English teacher?’

‘You-’ Steve stammered and he sounded almost accusatory when he said: ‘You’re Max’s father?’

‘Brother actually,’ his neighbour smiled sweetly. ‘Her parents couldn’t make it. The name’s Billy.’

‘Billy,’ he repeated and goddamn, he sounded like an idiot! He cleared his throat and sat up straighter in his chair while he willed his blush to go away. ‘Have a seat, Billy.’

‘Thank you, sir.’

‘You, uh, you can call me Steve.’

‘Well, Steve, how’s the little squirt doing in class?’ Billy planted his elbows on his desk and leaned forward, resting his chin on top of his folded hands.

‘Uhm… Right. Max. Of course.’ Steve let out a shaky breath, trying to get himself together. ‘Yes, she’s doing well.’

‘Good, although I hope she’s not… showing off.’ Billy raised an eyebrow. ‘I know she’s not exactly shy.’

Steve’s eyes widened and his cheeks became impossible red, but Billy caught a glint of excitement in his eyes, so he leaned a bit closer and continued.

‘She really flaunts her grades sometimes, you know, makes a real spectacle of her outstanding… performance.’

A smile was tugging at Steve’s lips and he was leaning over his desk as well, their faces inches apart.

‘Yeah well, maybe she should be showing off. She works very… hard?’ Steve winced a bit at his response, but Billy seemed very amused nonetheless.

‘Bit of a weak innuendo, pretty boy.’

‘Yeah well… I just saw a window of opportunity and took my chances,’ Steve retorted, making Billy snort.

The humorous expression on his face didn’t linger for long, as he took in Steve. He thought about yesterday evening, when his pretty neighbour had laid himself out for Billy. He had never gotten that hard, that quickly than when he watched Steve jerk off in pretty lingerie. He had looked so beautiful, pale thighs spreading wide as he shamelessly played with his asshole. Billy could feel himself filling up just thinking about it.

‘So, sir, what are you hiding under these slacks?’ The playful tone was gone from his voice and he eyed Steve hungrily.

‘Why don’t you find out?’ Steve didn’t miss a beat as he lifted an eyebrow, daring Billy to make a move. The smug look was quickly wiped off his face when he was yanked up by the front of his shirt and Billy’s lips crashed against his. The kiss was rough and needy. Billy practically pulled him over his desk, while Steve scrambled to put his knees op top of it.

Billy’s hands were searching, sliding down his back to dip below the waistband of his pants. Steve felt his rough fingers ghost over the soft material of his panties and whimpered into Billy’s mouth.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he registered the fact that they were in his classroom, on a night where both parents and teachers could come wandering in at any time. But if anything, it made everything so much better.

Billy leaned back a bit to look at Steve as he brought his fingers to the front and started to unbutton Steve’s pants. His hands were gentle all of the sudden and he held his breath in anticipation as he pulled down the zipper.

A small square of black lace became visible and Billy licked his lips as he stared at it.

‘Fuck,’ Billy’s voice was husky all of the sudden. ‘You’re wearing that for me?’

Steve nodded, unable to form words as arousal clouded his brain.

Billy yanked his pants down to his knees and let out a whimper when he saw Steve’s panties, black lace stretched over pale hips and over a tiny triangle of red silk that barely covered his erection.

Steve smiled seductively, feeling confident and beautiful under Billy’s gaze. He slowly pulled off his shirt, enjoying the way Billy was watching his movements, before he tangled a hand in his neighbour’s hair and guided him forward.

Billy moaned softly when his nose grazed the delicate material and he inhaled the musky scent. He grabbed Steve’s ass with both hands and pulled him even closer, pressing his face into his crotch. He opened his mouth to press his tongue underneath Steve’s balls through the delicate material, revelling in the way it made Steve gasp.

‘You drive me crazy, pretty boy,’ Billy was breathing heavily. ‘Strutting around so shamelessly in front of that window- where everyone can see…’

Billy licked over his shaft and Steve whimpered at the sensation. His grip on Billy’s head tightened as he struggled to keep upright on his knees.

‘…Makes me wanna do all kinds of filthy things.’ Billy looked up at Steve through his lashes, silently asking for permission.

‘Do it, big guy,’ Steve whispered. The words had barely left his mouth before Billy swung his legs from underneath him and he was lying on his back on his desk. Rough hands yanked off his shoes and slacks, revealing his knee-high black stockings.

Billy groaned at the sight, running his hands over Steve’s calves before lifting his knees up. He made quick work of his own clothes and gave his cock a few tugs before pushing aside the lace that covered Steve’s puckering hole. Billy grinned when he saw the gleam of lube surrounding it.

‘You always this prepared for parent-teacher meetings?’ Billy smirked, but his eyes were dark as he pushed a thick finger past the tight ring of muscles.

Steve groaned at the sensation, but he adjusted quickly when Billy started to roughly pump his finger into him.

‘I had plans for tonight actually,’ Steve managed between heavy breaths. ‘But it turns out my neighbour couldn’t wait that long.’

Billy snorted, curling his finger until he found the spot that had Steve moaning his name.

‘Yeah, I don’t hear you complaining.’ He pulled out his finger and pulled Steve closer to him, his ass digging into the edge of the desk. ‘Now let me see that pretty cock of yours up close.’ Billy carefully pushed down the lace, revealing Steve’s thick length, achingly hard against his belly. Billy grabbed it and stroked it a couple of times while he dragged the panties over Steve’s legs.

As soon as they were gone, he wasted no time in spreading Steve’s thighs and aligning his cock to his hole.

Steve bit his lip as Billy pushed in, getting used to the burn. He carefully wrapped his legs around Billy’s back, digging his heels into him as a signal for the other boy to start moving.

And Billy did, he thrusted into Steve hard and fast, fucking him into the desk at a punishing pace.

Steve had completely forgot where he was and who could hear. A string of curses and Billy’s name left his lips, urging him to go faster as he begged him for more, more, more.

He screamed when Billy’s cock hit his prostate, arching his back off the desk. It was so fucking good and Steve knew he wasn’t going to last long if Billy kept pounding into him like this.

‘Billy- I- fuuuck, Billy, I’m gonna,’ Steve was babbling when he felt the familiar heat tighten in his belly.

Billy reached out and cupped Steve’s flushed cheeks with his palm in a surprisingly sweet gesture. Steve leaned his head into the touch and a high-pitched moan fell from his lips as he looked up at Billy.

‘Fuck- do it. Cum for me, baby.’ Billy panted as he kept driving into him, watching Steve fall apart untouched underneath him. Steve’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as his orgasm hit him. Thick ropes of cum shot onto his shirt and the noises he made were fucking incredible, whining, moaning and gasping for air as he rode out his orgasm.

Steve’s moans turned into soft whimpers as he came down from his high. His eyes slowly focussed back on Billy.

‘So fucking beautiful,’ Billy muttered, thumb sliding over Steve’s lips.

Steve smiled and bit down lightly on Billy’s thumb before sucking it in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it, drawing a guttural moan from Billy.

It didn’t take long for Billy’s thrusts to become erratic, slamming into Steve a couple of times more before he was coming. His entire body tensed up as he emptied himself buried deep inside of Steve.

He groaned deeply as he collapsed on top of him, burying his face in Steve’s neck. They stayed there, tangled into each other on Steve’s desk for what felt like hours before Billy pushed himself up to look at Steve.

‘So? Your place or mine, tonight?’ Billy grinned and when Steve smiled back at him, his stomach fluttered.

#finallyyyyyyy have this finished #it probably needs another -sober- edit #but eh #DAMN I HOPE YOU ENJOY #BECAUSE I DOOO #femme steve #yes pleassseeee #probs gonna combine part 1 with this and put it on ao3 #cause its a bit long #anyways #yes #harringrove #mp

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A Strange Start - Madilton

A/N: This turned out longer than I was expecting haha! It’s a bit vague about being a Marvel AU, but I’ll probably write something a lot more explicitly Marvel in another fic in this series I’m doing to make up for this. Hope y’all enjoy! ^_^

James Madison stared down at the newspaper in front of him. His mouth was set in a hard line as he looked at the disgusting drivel that was spread across the front page. He didn’t know why he had thought better of humanity, if even for a second. In bold font the headline read, “Another mutant attack in NYC. When will the government finally take a stand?” Below it the article went on to shit on mutants, immigrants, and basically all other minorities. It was almost impressive how all of that was fit into the trash that some had decided to call journalism. The author of this disgusting drivel was one Samuel Seabury, a terrible bigoted man that couldn’t write anything actually worthwhile. It didn’t come as a surprise to James, seeing as he had been unfortunate enough to read some of his previous work. An angry sigh left his lips as he ran a hand over his face. Reaching for his cup of tea to calm down rage flowing through his system his eyes drifted shut in contemplation. Someone had to put this imbecile in his place. After all, his uneducated opinions were doing so much harm to his community. He wouldn’t let something like this stand. How to bring the other man to his knees, now that was the real question.

With a loud bang James’ front door slammed open and then shut, which caused James to tense. Setting down his tea he let energy flow to his hands. If however it was was looking for a fight, he would be ready to give them one. It wasn’t something that James did often, fighting that is, but he knew how to use his powers when need be. Now it was starting to look like one of the times that he needed to fight. Familiar fast footsteps sounded through the apartment. Upon realizing who it was, James relaxed into his seat. There was only one person that James had ever known to be able to make his steps sound that aggressive.

He was proved right when Alexander Hamilton came into sight and started yelling, “Who the fuck does Seabury think he is? I’m almost impressed with how at how much utter bullshit he writes. His ass must be jealous of the amount of shit his mouth is spewing 24/7!” As a fellow mutant, Alex was well known for his hatred of Seabury. It was a point that the two would often times find themselves lamenting about to each other. This had become so common that their respective friend groups no longer batted an eye when they were seen together. While they were on different sides of the political spectrum, they had found ways to still be civil. Unlike Alex and James’ best friend, Thomas Jefferson. Shaking his head, James picked up his tea and motioned for Alex to sit down. In typical Alexander Hamilton style, he flopped down as dramatically as humanly possible.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he thought himself the king of England, what with how insane his writing shows him to be. It would explain why he thinks so highly of himself.” James drawled before taking a sip of tea. Alex’s response was leaning forward and laughing. It caused James’ heart rate to speed up with how cute he looked. He was lucking that his pockerface was ledgendary, otherwise the loving look that would’ve spread in its place could’ve given him away. As Alex finally opened his intelligent eyes they seemed to sparkled with mirth and James had to remind himself not to kiss him. Sometimes he forgot how close he always got to giving away his feelings when Alex was around. The man was dangerous.

“Someday I’m gonna write articles of my own that point out every single flaw in that fuckers logic. Mark my words Mady! He’ll be crying by the time I’m done with him” Alex shouted. James nodded his head in agreement and ignored the fluttery feeling that went through his stomach at being called Mady. He didn’t doubt for a moment that the young immigrant would take the world by storm someday, and the world would never be the same. Maybe, if he could find the right time to tell him, he would be by his side when that happened. As his boyfriend.

“You know,” Alex suddenly said as he straightened up, “we could make our own blog to complain about him and other assholes like him. I mean, you’re a skilled writer, I’m a skilled writer. Why not get into the swing of things now?” That stopped James short. Now that e thought about it… it wouldn’t be too out there to try. Sure, the blog might not get much attention from the general public, it was still a great way to vent their shared frustration. This was something that he could see greatly benefiting the both of them.

Clearing his throat he bluntly stated, “We’d have to do a lot of advertising to get people to even realize it exists, let alone get a following. On top of that, the two of us would have to be writing non-stop to push out enough content for a whole blog. Even if we brought others into work on it, we would still have to put a sizeable amount of time and effort into it. But I think the two of us can manage that.” At the end of his assessment, a small smile had taken shape on his face. Not only would he be getting to take down bigoted idiots, he would also get to spend more time with Alex. The whole thing would be a win-win situation for the man. A matching smile spread across the immigrants face at his response. It made James’ heart rate speed up again at his beauty. By now he shouldn’t have been so weak at a mere smile from Alex. Some day it was going to come back to bite him in the ass. Hopefully that day was far off.

“Mady,” Alex leaned closer to James as he spoke, “thank you! This means so much for me. God, I could kiss you!” It seemed that his poker face had reached it’s limit for the day as he became more visibly flustered. Not that this was anything new to James, however. After spending so much time with Alex the man knew what to expect. He knew that when Alex said something cute or flirty that he would end up melting. It was out of his control now. The only consolation was that Alex never noticed the reaction that he was causing in James. Or at least, that’s what usually happened. Currently, Alex’s focus was intent on his face and taking in every feature. Well, he was fucked.

“James… am I… making you uncomfortable? Shit, I am, aren’t I? Fuuuck, what did I do. Tell me and I’ll promise to never do it again!” Alex pleaded as he pulled James’ hand towards his chest. His face was full of such honest concern and anguish that it hurt for him to look at. For a moment, James did nothing. What should he tell him? Looking at Alex’s face, he realized what he should do. Shifting closer, he pulled his hand from Alex’s grasp and placed it on the side of his face. Then, he kissed him. Hard.

A startled noise left Alex’s mouth before he relaxed into him. It made his insides sing at the fact he wasn’t being pushed away. James’ arms wrapped around Alex’s waist as he deepened the kiss. He couldn’t believe that he was actually doing this, but like hell was he not going to give this kiss his all. Soon after he thought that, Alex’s arms found their way around his neck, bringing them even closer together. The whole experience felt like something out of a dream. It was so full of emotion that James was dizzy with it.

“Mady,” Alex pulled away with a breathless gasp, “please tell me this means I can call you my boyfriend. Because I really want you to be my boyfriend.” A soft smile spread across James’ face at that. God, James loved this man so much. Instead of answering he kissed the cute, ridiculous man with all his might. He pushed as much love as he could into it as his hands ran through the others hair.

Pulling away reluctantly James finally said, “Dear, of course this means you can call me your boyfriend. I’d be sorely disappointed if you didn’t.” The resulting smile that made it’s way onto his boyfriend’s, god he was so happy to call him that, face made James knees weak. Even just thinking of Alex as his boyfriend was making his insides mushy. This man would surely be the death of him. He was finding that he didn’t mind that in the slightest.

“You called me dear. Shiiittt… Mady, that’s too adorable!” Alex squeaked as his cheeks flushed a bright red. James watched on with adoration as Alex shoved his face into James’ chest to hide his face out of embarrassment. Why hadn’t he kissed this man sooner? Ah well, he was with him now. “Does this mean we get to call each other disgustingly cute nicknames in front of all our friends to the point where they want to throttle us? Jefferson is going to be so annoyed! What should I call you? I’m definitely still calling you Mady, but I should add some more into the mix. Maybe I should call you doudou or mon coeur? Oh! What about mon nounours? You’re a big softy after all. My big softy… Just the fact that I can say that is making me happy!” His cute boyfriend rambled. It was endearing to see him like this. But he was still interested in that blog, so he had to get back on topic.

“Alex, I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to explore pet names. For now we should brainstorm some ideas for the blog. After we do that, we’ll decide on a time and place for our first date. I’m taking you somewhere nice as soon as I can.” James said, smiling at this beautiful man that was now his. Alex shifted to face James very reluctantly. His cheeks were still tinted red and his eyes absolutely sparkled, distracting James once more. The sweet smile on his boyfriend’s lips also did a lot to pull his mind elsewhere. Not that James truly minded all that much.

Suddenly Alex’s face broke out into a mischievous grin as he said, “We better get to work then. Cause I really want to go out with you soon.” Chuckling at the adorable man James nodded. While he knew they were both too distracted to truly get anything done today, they could at least get a few thing laid out and talk more later. After all, they would be spending a lot more time together now. The smile on his face spread at that as he listened to Alex start coming up with ideas. This was the start of something absolutely beautiful. To think, this all started because they  were talking about Samuel fucking Seabury.

#madilton #james madison #alexander hamilton #they're mutants in this #hamilton #hamilton musical #marvel au #hamilton fanfic #one shot #crossposted on ao3 #my writing #me actually finishing a fic quickly? #it's more likely than you think #glass boy writes

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Horns, for Writers: Reference Resource

Disclaimer: I have a neutral genetic mutation that affects bone structure to a blessedly minor degree. Don't get excited: I am the least useful X-Man. My 'horns', for lack of a less totally awesome descriptor, are super tiny, not immediately obvious, and haven't grown past that last thin layer of skin yet, but I figured with all the fic I'm seeing around with Horned Humanoids around I might as well throw my two cents into the void for any that may wonder. The List: 1. You always sorta know they're there... it's sorta like. The base feels different from the rest of the bone and it's. Sort of numb-er? Like a dense cotton ball just under the skin 2. Don't. Fuckin... grab em? like, I have a deep spiritual sympathy for goats at petting zoos. Like, you don't realize how fragile your entire skeleton is until someone's grabbing around, but fuuuck. I don.'to know about how the goat actually *feels* about it, but it makes my skin crawl. 3. Okay not anymore but when mine were smaller, I used to pick up low vibrations? Like, I hated band performances because the bass would vibrate on the spurs and my nerves would go dead, like all pulsing and numb and shit. It's stopped since I've grown but it still happens sometimes on boats or planes 4. Okay, you know how it feels when you get local anaesthetic like you do at the dentist's? That's what the whole sensitive part at the base feels like. I got pressure and a bit of temperature, but the nerves are kinda fucked up for anything else. 5. My constant fear is that I will fall and land on them. Because, like...? They're attached to my head, but they're not covered by protective gear, so if I just sorta.... Slam my face into some concrete. Ghaaaaahgh. Like.... I envision a throbbing, numbing wave, and just... Broken skin. Exposed bone. HHHHRGnfrgfrtgergfer I don't wanna think about it 6. Can't sleep on 'em. Can't lean on 'em. Better hope nothing solid hits 'em because I got smacked with a book once and FUUUUCKing FUCK, half my face went dead for like eight minutes and it feels like someone tapping a marble into your face with a hammer 7. Want a picture of what they feel like? Touch the bony ridge that sticks out from the side of your wrist. Put a finger there and don't tap or push, just let it sit. That's as close as I can describe. 8. When they grow, it feels like heavy vibrations are happening nearby- like when you sit too close to a loud speaker and can feel it in your joints. 9. Okay, a bit more me-specific, but Human skin is super stretchy and isn't meant to be perforated from the inside. I used to be terrified that mine would outgrow my skin and I'd have to go to a doctor to file them down- hence the unholy fear of falling head-first- but nope. Saved by that sweet sweet body meat 10. I always used to kinda wish they were symmetrical and longer cause I thought it would look wicked sweet but in retrospect 13 year old me wasn't confident enough for leggings; forget visual correlations with occult deities 11. I straight up forgot I had them for like five years and when I remembered it was like an out of body experience my guy