#I’m in the fucking trenches babes
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scrolling through taz graduation tag in the year of our lord 2023
*my post* *my post* *fanart that I’ve already reblogged* *my post* *porn bot* *completely unprompted travis mcelroy hate based solely on the fact that he’s a neurodivergent person who chooses not to make himself palatable to neutrotypicals* *my post*
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mclaren admin | oscar piastri
summary: mclaren’s admin only posts pictures of oscar and fans start to notice
fc: tyla
a/n: guys i made this earlier last week and i wrote a joke about lando having no wins and then miami happened😭 he really told me to stfu
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mclaren getting ready for the action! 👊🏽
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username BABE WAKE UP NEW OSCAR CONTENT
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landonorris posting these here since mclaren won’t
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mclaren as per request🧡
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oscarpiastri enjoying summer break☀️
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oscarpiastri best vacations always by your side❤️
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username oh these two bleed papaya
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PLEASE. THIRD YEARS WITH A THICC GIRL. MAKE IT SPICY *WINK WINK*
I am insane. I belong in the trenches for this one. Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy!
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Gimme All Your Love!
❥─➤ Characters: Trey, Cater, Leona, Rook, Vil, Idia, Lilia & Malleus x midsized/thick fem!reader (separate)
❥─➤ warnings: SMUT (18+) READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. masturbation (Cater), creampie, unprotected sex, oral, breeding kink (Malleus and Leona), semi-public sex (Lilia and Trey), being horny lol (Idia and Cater), mirror sex (Rook), teasing, not proof read & kinda cringe ngl (there is a lot so please let me know if I missed anything!)
Trey Clover
Always loved a thick girl. Trey has always known his type and that he prefers them thick. He’s always so gentle and caring when he’s fucking you raw. Loves doing it doggy style so he can see your ass jiggle as he rams his cock into you. If you haven’t guessed Trey loves your ass, he’ll grope it, smack it, leave bruises, bites and red hand marks all over it. But as much he loves teasing you (also being a lowkey sadist tbh) Trey is still very gentle with you when you two are being intimate. His large hands will hold you softly and his lips gently trailing kisses on the most sensitive parts of your body. His hands roaming every inch of your soft body. Trey knows exactly what to do to make you feel good and he knows exactly were and how to touch you. He will always ask if you’re feeling comfortable and if the pace is good. Trey is there to pleasure you and make you feel good (also to stuff you with is cock but he’ll never out right say that). A lot of praise with him too, he can’t name one negative thing about your body, he loves it all.
You felt so warm around him, your ass giving him the greatest view as he fucked you from behind. He felt a smile tug at his lips as he moved his hands lower on your soft hips. “Are you feeling alright babe?” he asked, adding an almost innocent yet teasing tone to his voice. He laughed a bit when all you could reply with was a moan. He leaned down, without breaking his pace, a placed a quick kiss on the back of your neck. Your breasts were squished against the cold kitchen counter, a sight that Trey really liked to see. It was in the late hours of the night, yours and his midnight baking session had turned from sweet to spicy. Not the he minded though, he’ll take any excuse to fuck you. His tone now soft and sweet like honey he said, “Let me know if I’m being to rough love. You doing so well, I’m almost done” Once again all he heard was you moan but this time it was his name. This inspired to him to go faster, putting in a few rough final thrust before he released in you. He slowly turned you to faced him, placing a sweet kiss to your cheek and lifting you in his arms, “Let me clean you up babe, the tarts can wait”
Cater Diamond
Horny ass number one. Curvy girls make his junk twitch. On his motherfucking knees for you. Let him smother his face in your titties. Daydreams about you and your body 24/7. A single dirty thought about you makes him instantly hard. Probably jerks off to you like 3 times a day. He’s so weak for you it’s kinda pathetic but in the most babygirl way possible. He’s really fucking noisy everytime y’all fuck, moaning and whimpering your name as he holds onto your thighs for dear life. Loves giving you hickeys but if you give them to him, he’ll be a mess in your arms. Even though doesn’t mean he won’t fuck you like his life depends on it.
He felt his dick harden against his pants. God all you did was sit on his lap and now here is, bricked up and begging for you to fuck him. Well he wasn’t begging out loud, it was more like he was pleading with his eyes. But he knew you couldn’t because Trey has asked you to help him out with the preparations for the next unbirthday party. He watched you leave with Trey, cursing himself for being so easily turned on by you. He grunted as he locked the door to his room and fumbled with his belt buckle at the same time. He wasted no time whipping his dick out and thinking about you. Your thighs, ass, tits, tummy were all so beautiful. The way your tits bounced up and down the last time he fucked you, the way you moan his name, oh god-. Just as he finished he heard the sound of the door creak open. Apparently his mutli tasking didn’t work. There you stood, staring at him with your eyebrow cocked up, this wasn’t the first time this has happened. “Hey baby….” He said with an awkward smile, not even removing his hands from his dick, “Um.. would you mind helping me out..?” You sighed, letting out a little laugh while giving him a small head shake in a playful disappointed manner. You made sure to lock the door properly this time before making your way over to him. He smiled, he knew you couldn’t say no to him.
Leona Kingscholar
Who doesn’t love a thick woman? Your soft, comfortable and your hips serve as the perfect handles when he pounds you. Loves, loves, loves leaving bite marks all over your body. Your boobs, tummy, thighs and neck will be covered in hickeys when he’s done with you. Also don’t forget the scratch marks, your back, hips and thighs will be covered in them. Leona has the most energy you’ve ever seen him have when he fucks you. He goes wild when fucking you and doesn’t hold back at all. Good luck walking the next day. But….that doesn’t mean he won’t be a total needy, whiney bottom if he feels like it. If he isn’t coming on you, he is coming on you. Especially your thighs and tummy. Borderline breeding kink but not as bad as Malleus. Once he’s done with you he will immediately fall asleep, using you as a pillow and taking extreme comfort in your softness.
Your hips snapped against his violently, one of his palms digging deep into your plush hips as the other covered the whimpers coming out of his mouth. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he tried to stifle his moans more, looking at you smirking above him. He has been at the top just a few moments and now he’s a whiney mess under you. Only you can do that to him. His hair was a mess, he had drool coming from the corner of his mouth and god did he feel pathetic. But he absolutely loved it. His second flew to cover his mouth as you started picking up the pace. The tears started to stream down his face. You made him feel so good. He finally cummed, feeling all the energy he had before drained from his body. He felt himself going limp as you leaned down and placed a kiss on his forehead before positioning yourself next to him, guiding his head to rest against your chest. He fell asleep almost instantly in your soft embrace, muttering something about how you better not tease him tomorrow about being so whiny. But deep down both of you knew that you would.
Rook Hunt
Always loved a thick girl number two. Just like Trey Rook always had known what type of woman he preferred. He will muse about your body every time he fucks you, praising your softness and beauty. But he will fuck you so carnally you’ll start seeing stars. Let him make you feel good, please. He’ll do anything to hear you moan his name. He is insane (just like me fr). He may have you seeing stars but the only thing he’s seeing is your beautiful body. A big fan of mirror sex because he loves making sure you see every part of your body as he slowly runs his slender fingers along your skin, he just wants you to know how lovely you are. Not to repeat myself but nothing but praise leaves this man's mouth when y’all are fucking. Even if he is pounding into you he won’t stop talking about how every curve, stretch mark and dip of your body is pure perfection.
Your reflection in the mirror seemed like a painting come to life. Rook hummed against your neck, his chin leaning on your shoulder as his fingers danced around your pussy, occasionally pinching your exposed clit. He once again looked in the mirror, admiring your naked form that he handled with such care. You were sitting on his lap, your legs opened wide and your thighs spread apart, exposing your sex to him and one of his arms hooked under your soft breasts. One of his slender hands began to toy with your nipple as the other continued to play with your pussy, now two of his fingers now rubbing up and down your slit. His eyes turned back to the mirror, watching your face make subtle changes every time he touched you in the right spot. “Ahhh comme c'est beau!” he mused. His fingers lifting from your breast to your chin, making you look at your reflection. “Oh mon dieu, just look at how gorgeous you are! All exposed and pretty for moi” he hummed. He was having such a good time. With every labored breath and soft moan you let out he could feel his dick growing even tighter against his pants. He let out another amused hum as his fingers dipped into you, feeling you clench around them. One of your hands dipped down to rub circles on your clit as the other stay draped over his neck. He turned your face towards him, connecting his lips to yours. Before slipping his tongue in he muttered “Personne ne me fait ressentir la façon dont tu fais, mon amour” (Nobody makes me feel the way you do, my love)
Vil Schoenheit
Didn’t know what he was missing out on. Vil had always been with thinner people, models, other actors, etc. He always thought that was just his type and preference until he met you. You two were just formal acquaintances at first. He didn’t see you much as a romantic interest but one night at a party one thing led to another. Little did Vil know how much he was missing out on until his head got crushed between your thighs while he was eating you out and his dick was straining so hard against his pants it hurt. A switch must have flicked in his brain cause oh lord, he can’t stop thinking about you and your body. He doesn’t care if makeup gets smeared or his hair gets messed up, all he wants is for his head to be crushed by your thighs. A big fan of leaving little love bites and lipstick stains all over you. Especially your titties and thighs. He leaves bruises from how hard he grips onto your soft hips as he fucks you. You revealed a part of him he didn’t even know about, dude becomes a whole ass different person, he will fuck the daylights outta you in the most elegant way possible. He is so whipped for you it's not even funny. Of course, he always makes sure to praise your beauty before, during and after sex. You truly make him feel something he hasn’t felt before and he can’t get enough of it.
God he was a mess. Him, Vil Schoenheit, an absolute mess. He could feel the lipstick smudge at the corner of his mouth to his cheek. His once knelt braided hair is now coming loose and his bangs sticked to his sweaty forehead. A thin string of saliva connected his mouth to your now puffy clit. He had stopped to take a breath, his breath was heavy and his heart was pounding in his chest. But none of that was what he was focusing on. He was focused on your plushy thighs that were tight around his skull and how hard they were making his dick strain against his pants. God he’s never felt this dirty or turned on before, none of his previous partners have ever made him aroused before.
“Vil… Are you alright?” His grip tightened on your thighs, feeling almost vice, like he was hanging on for dear life and never intended to let go. A new wave of lust overcame him from hearing your words. God he felt so good right now. Pressing a quick kiss to your clit he said “I’m doing just great darling” Lust dripped from his tone as he recalled your breathy moans and whimpers from just a few moments ago. He didn’t care that he was a horny mess, all he wanted was you.
Idia Shroud
Horny ass number two. He’s fucking nuts for you, and practically drools every time he sees you naked. Likes it when you sit on his lap so his greedy hands can touch and squeeze every part of your body. Cockwarm him while you sit on his lap and watch him become a horny and greedy mess under you. Smother him with your thighs, squash him, crack his fucking skull open and don’t let his ass get a single fucking breath in. Although he is kinda pathetic just like Cater, he can top you when needed. Sometimes, you even forget how tall and big this dude actually is until he has you moaning his name and begging for more. Going off of that, Idia loves it when you're vocal and when you become the moaning, whimpering mess under him. Another big fan of leaving love bites all over your body, especially since his teeth are already naturally sharp. Your tummy, thighs, ass, titties, basically every part of your gorgeous body will be covered in bruises and bite marks when he’s done with you.
His hands roamed your ass as his face was buried in your titties. You were sitting on his lap, his cock stuffed in you. His breath felt heavy and he felt super light-headed. Did he just unlock the secret ending, was this the special cgi like in all those otome games he’s played!? He shyly peeked up at you from your breasts. Your face looked gorgeous in the blue lighting of his room, your lips a bit puffy from him biting them earlier, the strands of hair stuck to your face and the dazed look in your eyes made his dick twitch. He brought his lips up to your neck and bit down, adding another bite mark to the cluster of them that he made previously. His dick twitched again when you let a breathy moan as he bit down. His hands grabbed your thighs even tighter as his own breath hitched. He couldn’t hold back anymore, if he worked so hard to unlock this special ending he was damn well gonna as much as possible to make you feel good. His hips began thrusting as you pulled him closer, your bare skin on his. He watched as your boobs bounced up and down with every thrust, his bite marks now on full display. He began to grunt as he slowly felt the knot in his stomach tightening. With a breathy moan all he could manage to say was, “I…I love you.”
Lilia Van Rogue
Thick girl enjoyer since day one. He’s a fucking tease but he is here to give you the best fucking sex of your life. His hands will be constantly roaming over your curves as fingers or fucks you. He’ll be leaving bite marks all over your thighs as he toys with your clit, watching you unravel in front of him. He loves overstimming you, hearing you moan and whine brings him joy (and makes him hard lol). He loves how your eyes roll back and your body twitches as he pushes you past the brink. His favorite to mark by far though is your tummy, it was honestly his favorite body part of yours. Lots and lots of verbal teasing, he calls you greedy and needy and acts oblivious to what you want. He’s also a fan of praise and degradation (depending on your preferences of course) Sit on his face, please. He may be small but he’s strong, also he cannot complain about being crushed by your thighs and pussy. But he loves teasing you in public more than he does in bed. He gets a kick out of your flushed face and how you press your thighs together as if you’re trying to make sure he doesn’t get in. It never works though. But he’ll only ever do things semi-publicly. He likes the possible risk of getting caught, it makes things fun. But don’t worry, you two have never and will never get caught. Probably.
His hand dipped under the waistline of your skirt, his fingers playing with the hem of your pantyline. His free hand was resting on your stomach and he began to plant kisses on your neck. Oh you were so cute when you were nervous and flustered! He had brought you the music club room, he had been teasing you all day and was finally showing you that he wasn’t all talk. It was late of course so it would be highly unlikely that you two would get caught, but he could definitely still see that you were nervous about it which made him feel even more lustful. His fingers finally found their way to right above your clothed clit, his subtle motions had already started to make you wet. He chuckled lightly as his fingers slowly started to move in circles, occasionally pinching your clit so that he could get a gasp or a hitched breath out of you. His kisses slowly start to turn into bites as he sits you down onto a nearby desk, moving himself on in front of you. He hastily begins to unbutton your shirt, unclasping your bra in one swift motion with a singular hand. He lifts up his head and smirks at the sight of your now bare chest and tummy, his finger traces along one of your stretch marks and he moves his fingers faster against your clit. He started to place a chaste kiss on each of your stretch marks, slowly making his way down from the ones on your titties to the ones on your tummy. He stops right at your waistline, looking up at you with mischievous glint in his eyes as he removes his fingers from your clit just as you were about to cum. He loved that glare you shot whenever he denied you. He chuckled again, raising back up to be eye level with you, “Being greedy now aren’t we hm? Oh darling you are always so needy when it comes to me~” he teased placing his finger back on your clit, “If we go fast then it’ll be no fun~”
Malleus Draconia
He's a cream king (sorry not sorry). Malleus, oh Malleus. He is so feral for you. His whole life has been set up with people by suggestion of his grandmother or other nobles of Briar Valley. He has only been with those types of people, never having much intimacy and never being able to be romantic. Until he met you. The moment he laid eyes on you he felt an unknown desire well up within him. You make him feel ways he’s never experienced before (aka you make him hard). Whenever y’all are fucking he lets pure desire take over. Will you be able to walk in the morning after he's done with you? Nope. But of course he is a gentleman and will take care of you. Malleus loves your body, he wants to feel and mark every inch of it. Expect a lot of cum with this guy. A lot on you and a pretty decent amount on you. Yes, he's a bit aggressive while he pounds into you but he just really, really, really likes stuffing you full of his cum. Surprisingly, he is much more of a kisser than a biter. His mouth is always connected to yours or a part of your body (your titties) while gripping your plush hips, leaving them a bit bruised. But when his mouth isn’t on you he is praising your body. Indulging in your plushness, curves, and especially your soft tummy. He loves your tummy. He doesn’t care if it has stretch marks or cellulite, he will be praising your beauty as creams inside you, talking about how he’ll impregnate you and make you his and only his forever.
His nose felt hot in the crook of your neck, his tongue danced on your skin as his lips connected with it. His waist caught between your thick thighs as his hands gripped your soft hips with such force that they would surely leave nail marks later. He thrust into you, making sure that each thrust was strong and quicker than the last. Is this the fourth time he came? The fifth? He didn’t care to keep an exact count, all that mattered was that he was cumming in you. Your moans and mewls only made him more determined to fuck you like there was no tomorrow. He groaned loudly as he released you, his head slowly lifting from your neck, his eyes now level with yours. He took in your gorgeous face, beads of sweat caused your soft hair to stick to it, your eyes pricked with tears and your cheeks were still stained with tears from before. Oh you were so beautiful to him, no one could ever match you in his eyes. He smiled and slowly lowered his lips to yours, placing a soft kiss on them before slowly leaning back so that he was looking down on you even more than before. He placed his large hand on your soft tummy, running his thumb along it while it admired it. Then he began pounding into you again, hands once again on your hips to steady himself, his carnal desire growing even more. “My love, there is no better sight than seeing you full of me.”
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↻ WEARING HIS CLOTHES ?!
pairing. dazai x reader, chuuya x reader, fyodor x reader
warnings. none, fluff \(//∇//)\
a/n. purely masu rambles! no fixed scenarios rlly, just abt how they’d be if u wore their clothes °ʚ(*´꒳`*)ɞ° it’s been so long since i’ve made an actual post, so enjoy!!
dazai —
i think dazai would audibly wail if he saw you in any item of his clothing,, honestly
he actively encourages you to steal and wear his things! he thinks it’s adorable <33
his trench coat? there’s enough room for two! his shirt? might be a little big, but take it! steal whatever you want, raid his closet for all he cares
one of his favourite sights is you in nothing but his shirt and an apron, making breakfast for him on a weekend. if god exists, then you’re definitely an angel sent from him
another of his favourite things is sharing his coat on a cold day,, oh, whats that? you forgot your coat and it’s freezing outside? no worries, love! just share his! theres enough room for the two of you and it’s perfectly cozy!!
i don’t think he’d wear your clothes, he prefers seeing you in his! if you really wanted him to, well who is he to say no? he’ll wear any warm hoodies and jumpers you have, maybe a fuzzy pair of socks too (ﾉ∀`♥)
i feel like he’s the type to purposely leave out his clothes and spy on you trying them on, then jumping out and surprising you! (ofc he’ll tease you about it, it’s dazai we’re talking about)
as much as he finds it cute, he also finds it hot,,
(idk what you were expecting :3)
just something about seeing you go about your day in his clothes, he’ll just sit back and watch you, an unreadable expression on his face ..
your wearing his clothes, it’s like he’s always with you, like your showing off you’re his.. <3
possessive dazai might make an appearance when u wear his clothes!! u just have to push the right buttons .. :b
chuuya —
FLUSTERED™ !!
he won’t know what to do with himself— quite literally. u’d probably just be staring at him questioningly, wondering why ur bf is bright red and can’t look you in the eye
“you’re.. you’re in my shirt, babe..”
“oh! yeah, sorry about that! there was nothing else to put on, you can have it back if you want :))”
as if he’s letting you take it off.
like dazai, he thinks you in his clothes is absolutely adorable, and he isn’t afraid to show it!
he’ll offer you his gloves when he notices your hands are cold, he let you under your coat if your shivering, he’ll tell you to wear his choker (cause it’s hot—) and so on!!
i think his favourite for you to wear is probably his gloves, or a pair of his gloves. it’s sentimental to him, it’s almost like you’re always holding hands (chuuya once chance please.)
he’ll definitely wear your clothes! it’ll definitely fluster you a fair few times, seeing him walk around in your light pink crop top—
“chuuyaaa, where did you put my— what the fuck.”
“what? why’re you makin’ that face..”
“you look— you’re. you are in my crop top, chuuya.”
“huh? oh, yeah. do you want it back or something?”
“NO!”
^^ something like that definitely occured, i don’t make the rules !!
i don’t know if this counts, but he’ll buy you both designer (he’s rich af, what did you expect?) matching accessories <33
cute matching gloves, fuzzy socks, shiny necklaces and chokers, hell— he’d probably by those cringy t-shirts that say ‘his’ and ‘hers’ and em’ ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ (he’d still make it hot.)
chuuya will always make you wear something of his when your both out, it reminds you both that ur always together <33
fyodor —
ah, fyodor, the buzzkill—
i’m jk !! a little bit
anyways. i don’t think fyodor really sees the point in wearing each others clothes, you both have your own, but he’ll still let you (it kinda grows on him tbh, fuels his possessiveness.)
it probably started when he left his hat laying around somewhere accidentally, and you stumbled across it while pondering around
of course, you had to try it on, how would he ever know!
except he walked through the door a second later and found you doing impressions of him in the mirror— mortifying, if i say so myself !!
since then, he’s been keen to indulge you in your cute want to wear his things.
he’ll say he doesn’t have a favourite thing to see you in, but he has small (read: very large) love of you wearing his coat/cape thingy (what is it someone please tell me.)
just the sight of you all bundled up in it, visibly happy, cozy and warm, really makes something creep up in his chest. he doesn’t know what, but it’s pushing it way into his heart and his only instinct is to pull you close to him and hold you
(another edition of bsd men that can’t admit they’re in love, pt1: chuuya, pt2: fyodor!)
he won’t wear your clothes, sorry guys :( he doesn’t see the point, if you ask him too, he’ll just say “no thank you, i’d rather not.”
but as i’ve said, he’s more then happy to let you wear his things! as long as he doesn’t need them in the moment, you can take them.
he will tease you about it, by the way! you aren’t getting off that easily! he’ll say things like “aw, dear. do you love me that much?” or “oh? you want to wear my clothes, love? how sweet..”
but all in all, fyodor doesn’t really understand why you want wear his things, but he’ll let you regardless, because he loves you <33
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Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
part ii
pairing: harry styles x fem!reader
warnings: none really.. not edited.
summary: in which y/n's friends book her an amazing gig, but they don't mention anything about her favorite singer being in attendance.
request: nope!
your friends were more than aware of your obsession with harry styles. it’s not like it was a secret.
so, it only made sense that when you started to sing in bars and cafes — anywhere, really — that you’d always incorporate something of his into it. whether it be a love on tour crewneck, a song of his, a one direction song, or a song about him — you loved to cover style, because.. who didn’t want to strut on a stage to a song everyone knows?
however, you weren’t aware of what they were planning when they somehow booked you in a very prestigious bar.
the dress-code for this bar was strict. your usual get-up of jeans and a crewneck — or jeans and anything, really — was vetoed before you could even ask. so, you searched through the depths and trenches of your closet until you found a black, skin-tight cocktail dress that ended right at your mid-thigh.
“seriously, babe. you know sign of the times inside and out. you’re just psyching yourself out,” one of your friends, melanie, told you.
“i know, but.. still.”
“you doubt yourself too much.”
“so you tell me everyday. now shoo! i’ve gotta be onstage in five.”
you weren’t exactly sure how you got onstage. you’re pretty sure you blacked out.
as you nervously scanned the crowd, you spoke into the mic, “hi.. my name is y/n. uh.. i’ll be singing some songs tonight. i figured since it’s christmas eve, i could sing through a few.. christmas classics or whatever. so.. yeah!”
a few people in the audience laughed at your awkwardness.
you sang through last christmas first, which really boosted your confidence. the audience was very interactive, singing, dancing, and clapping along.
you sang a few other christmas classics. santa baby, let it snow, things like that.
and then.. it was time for the section you very much dreaded. your songs.
“so.. these next few songs are songs that i wrote. they’re.. like.. my babies. so.. please be nice to them,” you laughed.
you nodded to the band. a silent signal that they could start the music.
“when you first told me about her, you said she was thirty. and i just can’t help but think.. you knew it was dirty. and maybe you were just a little sad, but there’s no excuse to lie to me like that. but when you first told me about her, you said she was thirty,” you took a deep breath before belting the chorus, “but she’s only twenty-eight. i’m not even half her age. she probably just had her first high school reunion. you’re probably the first guy she’s ever moved in with. you think that i wanna hate. but you set me up this way. so for my health i’ll be blocking your number, ‘cause you couldn’t wait till i got a bit older.”
the crowd cheered, giving you more confidence as you walked around the stage.
“and sometimes i kinda feel like i wanna forgive. but it never crossed your mind that maybe i’m still a kid. and i’m so used to being the adult. even when you say it’s not your fault. but i’m kinda getting sick and tired of crying. so please stop lying, and lying, and lying. she’s only twenty-eight. i’m not even half her age. she probably just had her first high school reunion. you’re probably the first guy she’s ever moved in with. you think that i wanna hate. but you set me up this way. so for my health i’ll be blocking your number, ‘cause you couldn’t wait till i got a bit older. to tell me she was twenty-eight.”
as the drums and electric guitar got more intense, the lights flashed different colors.
“to tell me she was twenty-eight… what the fuck is twenty-eight? you said she’s mature, so that makes it okay. and you said she likes sports, so that makes it okay. and she’s actually pretty, so that makes it okay. but there’s nothing you can say that makes twenty-eight okay.. to me.”
the crowd cheered as you lowered the mic. a smile overtook your face as you laughed.
you walked back over to the mic stand, putting the mic in the slot as a slow, piano-ballad type song started. the lights switched to a soft white.
“they’re always charismatic. and they’ll turn up the charm. their words do something magic, saying no is really hard. they’re over-generous, you’ll never pay the bills. they’ll fall in love in seconds. die for you, or probably kill. ooh. and after six months, you’ll feel really stupid. ooh. i promise that it’s not your fault you fell for it,” you shook your head, keeping your eyes closed as you sang, “‘cause.. one little fight breaks into war. feels like you’re dying on the bathroom floor. you’ll make an excuse. you’ll say that it’s you. and the mirror’s telling you it’s true. won’t leave, can’t stay. how much are you gonna take? ‘cause you’ll always take the blame. it feels like shit, but that’s just how it is. when you love a narcissist. so if you’re feeling crazy.. i wouldn’t be surprised. the only thing they’re good at’s knowing how to gaslight. then make you feel like the most beautiful in the world. while they’re sleeping with another girl. ooh. and after six months, you’ll feel really stupid. ooh. i promise that it’s not your fault you fell for it, ‘cause.. one little fight breaks into war. feels like you’re dying on the bathroom floor. you’ll make an excuse. you’ll say that it’s you. and the mirror’s telling you it’s true. won’t leave, can’t stay. how much are you gonna take? ‘cause you’ll always take the blame. it feels like shit, but that’s just how it is. ‘cause i felt like shit. so i know how it is. when you love a narcissist.”
the crowd cheered as it went straight into another song.
“when you’d yell, i would stay quiet. you never noticed i was quiet. i was taught that speaking up was talking back. always first to say, ‘i’m sorry’, ‘cause i wanted you to like me. and i thought that’s what it took to make it last. it’s a lose, lose. that i don’t choose. but you don’t always choose the ones you love. i shouldn’t have to be the bigger person. how come i have to break to keep us working? it’s always up to me, even though it shouldn’t be. i’ll take the blame the way you want me to. ‘cause that’s what i do for you. i was half of this dynamic. i was stable, you were manic. without you or with you comes with a cost. i got used to the excuses and emotional abuses. we kept moving the lines we never crossed. it’s a lose, lose that i don’t choose. but you don’t always choose the ones you love. shouldn’t have to be the bigger person. how come i have to break to keep us working? it’s always up to me, even though it shouldn’t be. i’ll take the blame the way you want me to. ‘cause that’s what i do for you. i always think it’s over, but it never really is. but i can’t get the closure when you’re like this. can we switch? maybe this time you’ll be the bigger person. ‘cause i’m getting tired of carrying all your burden. it should be up to you, but you won’t admit the truth, oh-oh. shouldn’t have to be the bigger person. how come i have to break to keep us working? it’s always up to me, even though it shouldn’t be. i’ll take the blame the way you want me to. ‘cause that’s what i do for you.”
the crowd cheered again.
“thank you! we have.. four more songs tonight. this next one is would’ve, could’ve, should’ve.”
a crew member came and slipped an electric guitar around your neck. you quietly thanked them as you cleared your throat and the music started.
“if you would’ve blinked, then i would’ve looked away at the first glance. if you tasted poison, you could’ve spit me out at the first chance. if i was some paint, did it splatter on a promising grown man? and if i was a child, did it matter? if you got to wash your hands? oh-oh, oh. all i used to do was pray. would’ve, could’ve, should’ve. if you’d never looked my way, i would’ve stayed on my knees. and i damn sure never would’ve danced with the devil at nineteen. and the god honest truth is that the pain was heaven. and now that i’m grown, i’m scared of ghosts. memories feel like weapons. and now that i know, i wish you’d left me wondering. if you never touched me, i would’ve gone along with the righteous. if i never blushed, then they could’ve never whispered about this. and if you never saved me from boredom, i could’ve gone on as i was. but, lord, you made me feel important… and then you tried to erase us. oh-oh, oh. you’re a crisis of my faith. would’ve, could’ve, should’ve. if i’d only played it safe, i would’ve stayed on my knees. and i damn sure never would’ve danced with the devil at nineteen. and the god honest truth is that the pain was heaven. and now that i’m grown, i’m scared of ghosts. memories feel like weapons. and now that i know, i wish you’d left me wondering. god rest my soul, i miss who i used to be. the tomb won’t close, stained glass windows in my mind. i regret you all the time. i can’t let this go, i fight with you in my sleep. the wound won’t close, i keep on waiting for a sign. i regret you all the time…. if clarity’s in death, then why won’t this die? years of tearing down our banners, you and i. living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts. give me back my girlhood, it was mine first,” as you held the note, the crowd screamed.
“and i damn sure never would’ve danced with the devil. at nineteen. and the god honest truth is that the pain was heaven. and now that i’m grown, i’m scared of ghosts. memories feel like weapons. and now that i know, i wish you’d left me wondering. god rest my soul, i miss who i used to be. the tomb won’t close, stained glass windows in my mind. i regret you all the time. i can’t let this go, i fight with you in my sleep. the wound won’t close, i keep on waiting for a sign. i regret you all the time. oh, god rest my soul, i miss who i used to be. the tomb won’t close, stained glass windows in my mind. i regret you all the time. i can’t let this go, i fight with you in my sleep. the wound won’t close, i keep on waiting for a sign. i regret you all the time.”
with the final strum of your electric guitar, the crowd stood up to applaud. the crew member switched out the electric guitar for an acoustic one.
“this next one is called ceilings.”
a little bit more applause.
“.. ceilings. plaster. can’t you just make it move faster? lovely to be sitting here with you. you’re kinda cute, but it’s raining. harder. my shoes are now full of water. lovely to be rained on with you. it’s kinda cute but it’s.. so short. then you’re drivin’ me home. and i don’t wanna leave, but i have to go. you kiss me in your car. and it feels like the start of a movie i’ve seen before. before… bedsheets, no clothes. touch me like nobody else does. lovely to just lay here with you. you’re kinda cute and i would say all of this. but i don’t wanna ruin the moment. lovely to sit between comfort and chaos.. but it’s over. then you’re driving me home. and it kinda comes out as i get up to go. you kiss me in your car, and it feels like the start of a movie i’ve seen before.. but it’s not real. and you don’t exist. and i can’t recall the last time i was kissed. it hits me in the car. and it feels like the end of a movie i’ve seen before. before.”
you laughed as you saw melanie and your friends stand up in the back of the bar, dancing on stools.
“i can see my friends dancing.. so badly because they love the next song,” you laugh.
“once the flight had flown. with the wilt of the rose. i slept all alone. you still wouldn’t go. let’s fast forward to three hundred takeout coffees later. i see your profile and your smile on unsuspecting waiters. you dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor. you search in every maiden’s bed for something greater, baby. was it over when she laid down on your couch? was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse? ‘come here,’ i whispered in your ear in your dream as you passed out, baby. was it over then? and is it over now? when you lost control. red blood, white snow. blue dress on a boat. your new girl is my clone,” you smiled, knowing was part comes next. “and did you think i didn’t see you, there were flashing lights. at least i had the decency to keep my nights out sight. only rumors ‘bout my hips and thighs, and my whispered sighs. oh, lord. i think about jumping. off of very tall somethings. just to see you coming runnin’, runnin’. and say the one thing i’ve been wanting, but no. let’s. fast forward to three hundred awkward blind dates later. if she's got blue eyes, i will surmise that you'll probably date her. you dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor. you search in every model's bed for something greater, baby, was it over when she laid down on your couch? was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse? ‘come here,’ I whispered in your ear in your dream as you passed out, baby. was it over then? and is it over now? oh. oh. think i didn’t see you? there were flashing lights. at least i had the decency to keep my nights out sight. only rumors ‘bout my hips and thighs, and my whispered sighs. oh, lord. i think about jumping. off of very tall somethings. just to see you coming runnin’, runnin’. and say the one thing i’ve been wanting, but no. let’s fast forward to three hundred takeout coffees later. oh. i was hoping you’d be there. and say the one thing i’be been wanting… but no.”
another round of applause as you passed off the guitar.
“so.. this song is not my song. i am.. very nervous for this, but.. this is sign of the times.”
you closed your eyes tightly as the music started, “just stop your crying, it’s a sign of the times. welcome to the final show. hope you're wearing your best clothes. you can't bribe the door on your way to the sky. you look pretty good down here. but you ain't really good.. we never learn, we been here before. why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? the bullets? we never learn, we been here before. why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? the bullets? … just stop your crying it’s a sign of the times. we gotta get away from here. we gotta get away from here. just stop your crying, it’ll be alright. they told me that the end is near. we gotta get away from here. just stop your crying, have the time of your life. breaking through the atmosphere, and things are pretty good from here. remember everything will be alright. we can meet again somewhere. somewhere far away from here.. we never learn, we been here before. why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? the bullets? we never learn, we been here before. why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? the bullets? just stop your crying. it’s a sign of the times. we gotta get away from here. we gotta get away from here. stop your crying, baby, it'll be alright. they told me that the end is near we gotta get away from here. we never learn, we been here before. why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? the bullets?” you finally opened your eyes, trying to find melanie, but instead, you find the last person you expected to be here.
the man whose song you’re literally singing.
harry was slightly weary when an over-excited girl with light pink hair came up to him and asked him — begged him, really — to come to her best friends show. he wasn’t sure what convinced him. or what possessed him to bring his mother and gemma along with him.
but he had to say, he didn’t.. regret it.
you were pretty — extremely pretty. and you were a crazy good singer. he was pretty sure you were singing his song better than him.
you swallowed your nerves as you sang the chorus and bridge, keeping eye contact even though you felt like shitting your pants. “we never learn, we been here before. why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? the bullets? we don't talk enough. we should open up. before it's all too much. will we ever learn? we've been here before. it's just what we know. stop your crying, baby. it's a sign of the times. we gotta get away. we got to get away..” you finally looked away, closing your eyes. “we got to get away. we got to get away. we got to get away. we got to, we got to, away. we got to, we got to, away. we got to, we got to, away.”
you let out a shaking exhale as the song ended, backing up from the mic. you bowed and blew kisses to the audience before practically sprinting offstage.
to: mel x
WHAT THE FUCK MELANIE WHY THE FUCK DID INJUST MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH HARRY STYLES WHILE SINGING SIGN OF THE TIMES IM GONNA KILL
MY
SELF.
from: mel xx
NOOO I INVITED HIM ITS FINE
to: mel xx
you
what.
from: mel xx
I SAW HIM A WEEK AFTER WE BOOKED YOU THE GIG AND MIGHT HAVE BEGGED HIM TO COME BECAUSE I KNOW YOU WANT TO MEET HIM AND WHAT BETTER WAY THAN THIS
to: mel xx
oh i dunno
ANY OTHER WAY?
from: mel xx
BABE IT IS FINE
HE BROUGHT HIS MUM AND GEMMA TOO
to: mel xx
WHAG
from: mel xx
HE SAID HE LOVED IT AND U WERE OHENOMENAL
NOW GET OUT HERE AND MEET HIM
after taking ten minutes to breath, you walked over to the bar, finding melanie pretty easily.
“i love you so much for playing is it over now!”
“i played it just for you and your psycho obsession with it,” you laughed as she yanked you into a hug.
you two pulled away, and you turned around when you felt a presence behind you.
your eyes widened when you were face to face with harry fucking styles.
“hey.. y/n, right?”
you blinked a few times… that couldn’t be real. this was most definitely a prank.
“.. are you alright?”
“yes! sorry, i’m.. yeah, i’m good. hi, yeah. i’m.. y/n.”
he smiled at you, “i’m harry. but.. you seem to already know that, since y’sang my song and all.”
“i.. yeah, i do know who you are,” you laugh awkwardly.
“well, i’m glad to know who you are as well.”
you had to bit your lip to keep from smiling like a psycho.
“oh, and uh.. happy christmas,” he smiled.
you furrowed your brows, grabbing your phone.
12:01, 25 december 2018
happy christmas, indeed.
a/n: edging 😛 LMAO this might get another part, it lowk just depends on how well it does!!
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Hello, hi. I’ve spent… way too much time this week plotting backstory instead of writing so today I’m kicking off WIPs Day with a process post 🥰
From my darkest timeline fic, Blue Lace/Bad Wolf (neither of which will probably become the end title but whatever). So, no Watford truce, Simon cures the Humdrum but the Mage doesn’t die and, in the face of dwindling political power, uses Simon as an… incentive. Yeah, it’s dark.
Under the break for more.
Anyway! Coven backstory:
Most of the Coven’s actions (including Coven seat petitions) must be proposed through a committee, approved by a two-thirds majority of members, and signed into Record by the Mage. There are a few select actions which must be proposed by a group called the Round Table, but then only need to be approved by a simple majority of all Coven members before being signed into Record.
The Round Table is a group of 25 members, all Old Families. The composition of Round Table members has not changed since the creation of the Coven. With a unanimous vote, the Round Table can veto any Coven or Mage action before being signed into Record, giving them unparalleled power when in agreement.
Oh, yeah. We’re giving them bylaws. So sexy.
And, of course, this is gonna be a Mage-heavy piece so let’s dive into him for a second:
It’s important to know Davy’s petition for a seat on the Coven was almost blocked by the Round Table, except for one member (Wellbelove; he liked Davy’s stance on dark creatures). Even if they weren’t just the Old Families who represent everything he thinks is wrong with the WoM, this was definitely his villain origin story.
And a short Simon POV excerpt:
“I’m sorry.” The word breaks halfway off my tongue the second I realise it's a mistake.
The Mage doesn’t need to say what’s plain on his face. Pathetic.
“How much did you give away?”
Not enough.
Everything.
“Not all of it.” I think. I hope. “Just…”
“Most of it,” he scoffs. “Well. You’ve always been a disappointment. Why not in this?”
Tagging @captain-aralias, @bookish-bogwitch, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @cutestkilla (thanks for getting in the backstory trenches with me!), @palimpsessed, @aristocratic-otter, @artsyunderstudy, @shrekgogurt, @forabeatofadrum, @onepintobean, @thewholelemon (fuck yeah, bylaws!), @raenestee, @confused-bi-queer, @larkral, @run-for-chamo-miles, @iamamythologicalcreature, @prettygoododds, @ic3-que3n, @rimeswithpurple, @stitchyqueer & @orange-peony
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boo, baby - mick schumacher instagram au.
summary: you & mick take on the schumacher tradition of halloween photo shoots, only yours are a little less…. traditional.
warnings: sexual content
images are NOT mine, all were found on the internet. full credit to the original owners.
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My darling Ally!!! Congrats on 1k…you deserve it and more - allll of the good things for my babe! I’m so proud of you, and even more than that, the fact I get to call you friend just makes my day 💕
💻 #13 smut prompt with Austin 👀: “Come on, you have to work for it.”
be a good girl
fandom: austin butler
rating: m
pairing: asshole! austin butler x female reader
word count: 958
warnings: dom austin. asshole austin. consensual sex that seems like it's faintly dubious but it isn't. fingering. implied future oral ( f receiving ) and p in v sex. alluded to oral ( m receiving ). no use of y/n.
author’s note: christi my love! my princess! you know i adore you to the ends of the earth and back and this prompt is basically how to demolish you in under 1k and i don't feel bad about it. love you and hope you enjoy baby! and thank you for requesting this.
A person doesn't date Austin Butler, a person is dated by Austin Butler. It's a distinction that is only known to anyone who has had the misfortune or pleasure of dating him after he acted in Elvis or your case after he acted in Elvis and Dune. He's demanding in a way that shouldn't be attractive, shouldn't make you forget every hint of feminism in your body. It shouldn't make you be at his beck and call and yet here you were at his door in a trench coat with only some of the skimpiest lingerie you've had the misfortune of wearing on underneath.
"Babe." His eyes drag over your form slowly, taking in the heels on your feet and moving up your body as his hand moves to play with the tie of the coat. "Look at you, all dressed up for me. Looking to get a reward tonight? A treat?"
You fight back the urge to roll your eyes, knowing that he gets infinitely more annoying when you do. Knowing that if you do, that's it, you'll go home aching for his cock and having to pleasure yourself with your hand. "Please."
If you say anything else he's going to mock it and you're not sure you have the patience today to handle that onslaught from him. You could do so much better, you think, and yet here you were debasing yourself for him.
He yanks at the tie, making it fall open just slightly. You shiver at the cool air against your skin, against your breasts, against your nipples, against your already throbbing cunt. He hasn't even touched you and yet. He pulls you in by the tie, not caring if any of the neighbors see your exposed body and tuts. “Come on, babe, you have to work for it. I don't know if you really want it. If you deserve it. You should show me."
You try to stop it. You try so hard to stop it but you can't help the way your head tilts and you purse your lips before grabbing his wrist and open your legs just enough for him to feel how wet you already are. "Is that enough showing, Butler?"
The laugh that leaves him is downright sinister as he moves to crowd you against the door, pushing it shut as he does. "Feels like you already fucked someone. Let someone touch my pussy. Or was it just you, playing with yourself on the way here."
Your cunt clenches just slightly on air but he can feel the twitch despite just being on the edge of it. "No. I wasn't- Austin." Your tone inches to a whine as he moves his hand just so against your cunt, his finger slowly tracing the skin around your pussy. Teasing you.
"Ask me nicely, babe. Beg for me baby. Won't make you get down on your knees because you're just aching, aren't you?" He's practically cooing the words into your ear and you let out a low keen, trying to grind against his hand.
"Please. I've- I've been good. No toys. I showed up like this. Would have been in just the lingerie but it's daylight. Please, Austin. I've- I've been your good girl. Been trying so hard to be your bestest girl." And you honestly had, despite your better judgement and how you should know better.
His fingers finally slide into you roughly, curling as they do, knowing you appreciate the slight burn that comes with it. "You have. My bestest girl looking like a present for me to come home to. Such a good girl who listens when I tell her not to ruin my favorite things."
You nod, unable to form the words even as they swirl in your head. You try to grind more, try and have him do more but his hand grips at your hips pinning you to the door. "No, no, let me take care of you. Give you what you're aching for. Give you my fingers right now and then maybe my mouth before my cock. Hm? That sound like something you want? That you need, my greedy bestest girl."
Words. You have to use your words to get this present so you open your mouth and groan before you're able to speak. "Please. Yes. That's. God, Austin." A grunt leaves your lips before you continue. "Yes. I need. I need that. I want that."
His lips curl into a smirk as he allows his thumb to finally brush against your clit, marveling at how it feels so swollen already. You really had been needy for him. You had been aching for him. That's alright, he was here now, he was going to give you what you deserved, what you earned for being a good girl. He moves to kiss your neck as his fingers continue their onslaught, sucking hickies on it that he knows will mark you as his, make it so anyone who sees you knows you're taken. They'll know you're off limits to anyone but him. The thought has him growing hard against you. Your words- your pants are practically incoherent already with how much you were needy before and Austin knows you're almost there, knows just the thing to push you over the edge and he allows himself to loosen his grip on your hip before nipping at your earlobe and whispering ever so softly in your ear.
"Let go, baby. Show me how much you need every bit of me."
He has to catch you to keep you from falling as you cum, the orgasm rendering you almost a rag doll. You look up at him after a moment with a slightly loopy smile. "Want more. Please."
"Good girl."
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David, he gets jealous about a long time friend and ends marking you (hickies, bites, etc) before you go see the friend? GN reader please
Love Marks
(Ok just kidding guys I finished it tonight🤪)
Jealous David you say? Jealous TOXIC David? 😈 that’s right besties, he’s back
Jealous David x GN Reader
(Can be read on its own, but could also be read as a follow up to Male Manipulator.)
Warnings: SMUTish minors DNI, Manipulation, sort of dubcon, toxic David, blood, blood drinking, emotionally abusive behavior, unhealthy possessiveness, tiny bit of mind control, biting, handcuffs, I think that’s it.
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You stared at your reflection in the mirror as you combed through your mass of hair. David sat on your bed, teeth gritted as he watched you get ready to go out with your childhood friend.
“Sure you don’t wanna just stay in,” he asked coming up behind you. You felt his arms around your waist, but were only greeted with your own image as you faced the mirror.
You leaned into his touch and tilted your head up to look into his eyes. “I’ve cancelled on Kyle like five times in the last month,” you reminded him, “do you really want a partner who’s an awful friend?” You teased him, booping his nose.
He crinkled his nose, unamused.
“I don’t like him,” he informed you, “he just wants to get in your pants.”
You scoffed, a little offended, “you say that about everyone.” you told him, “everyone in the world isn’t lining up to try to screw me, you’re being paranoid!” You said exasperated, waving your comb at him.
David smirked, “but babyyy,” he spoke, pouting, “you’re just so perfect,” he stroked your cheek, “who wouldn’t want to be with you? If I were Kyle I’d wanna be in my position too.” You blushed at his words and nuzzled your cheek into his hand.
“Stoppp you’re too sweet,” you said.
He smiled. He had you. “So you can see where I’m coming from right babe? I can’t let you go.”
Your smile fell from your face immediately as you dropped his hand, “can’t let me?” You asked him, your tone full of malice.
Fuck. He’d overplayed his hand.
“Just kidding babe,” he purred, pulling the strings in your mind to prompt you to believe him, “you know I’d never keep you from doing anything. You’re your own person, that’s one of the things I love most about you,” he lied as he watched your face morph into a smile once more.
He returned your smile, his holding a sinister twinge, “but the vampire inside me,” he started cautiously, “it’s possessive of its mate,” he pouted, “I try to suppress it, but it comes with the teeth babe. I can’t turn it off, I wish I could.” He told you solemnly.
Your eyebrows furrowed together as you looked up into his eyes. You cupped his face in your hands, “I’m sorry baby,” you said, “I didn’t realize it was an instinct thing.”
“It’s uncontrollable,” he assured you quickly, taking your hands from his face and holding them in his, “the vampire inside me gets so restless whenever you’re out with someone else.” He pouted.
“Oh baby,” you said sympathetically, “what can I do to make it better?” you asked.
He fought to keep the smirk from spreading over his face. He knew he wasn’t convincing you to stay home, not after his little slip from earlier, but maybe there was another way.
“Baby,” he started, “you know how sometimes I like to bite you right here,” he said placing a finger on the pulse point on your neck, “doing that reassures me that you’re mine, that we belong together.” ‘That you belong to me.’ He thought.
“So you want to bite my neck again?” You asked him, “yeah you can do that if it’ll help baby! I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” You told him.
He sighed dramatically, “you know what would really help my vampire instincts?” He asked.
You furrowed your brow, looking at him expectantly.
He smirked, “why don’t you let me show you,” he said as he led you to the bed.
David slipped off his trench coat, jacket, and shirt before sitting down on the bed and pulling you into his lap.
You turned your head to look back into his eyes, “I have to leave in half an hour babe,” you told him.
“Don’t worry about it baby, this shouldn’t take long.” He promised while pulling your shirt over your head.
You settled back into his lap and leaned against his chest. He kissed your cheek softly before moving downward, kissing all over your neck.
He trailed kisses down to the familiar spot where your neck and shoulder met, licking and sucking. His teeth grazed the spot, silently asking permission. You breathed out as your eyes fluttered closed.
“Do whatever you want,” you told him.
He smirked before his fangs lengthened, that was exactly what he’d wanted to hear.
You hissed at the painful sensation of his teeth sinking into you but as the pain turned to pleasure, your hiss morphed into a moan.
He moaned with you as your blood flooded into his mouth. He was careful not to take as much as he usually would, he was far from done.
He withdrew his fangs from the crook of your neck and trailed then down the length of your arm. Leaving purple spots and teeth marks all over you.
Once he made it down to your hand, he turned your face towards his and took your fingers into his mouth, licking the end before sucking on each, one by one, while staring deeply into your eyes.
You stared back at him, mouth slightly agape as he toyed with you like he never had before. Your head felt cloudy, a mix of pleasure and blood loss as you allowed him to have his way with you.
“Be good for me ok?” He condescended.
You gulped and nodded.
He shifted you out of his lap until you were laying back on the bed. You turned to him confused. He smirked at you before rolling onto you and pinning your hands to the bed.
You gasped, filled with shock and excitement as he stared down at you.
He lowered his mouth to you chest, sucking and biting at the skin. Little pearls of blood appeared wherever he bit down into you.
After awhile, David released his grip on you to fish through your drawer.
“What are you doing babe?” You asked him.
“You’ll see baby,” he purred, “just stay real still for me.”
He pulled the handcuffs you thought you’d discarded long ago from your bedside drawer.
Your face flushed bright red immediately as you realized his intentions. “How did you know about those,” you asked mortified.
“Don’t worry about it babe,” he told you, “now you said you were gonna be good for me right?”
Your breath hitched, “yeah,” you said.
“Then hold still,” he whispered in your ear as he fastened your hands into the cuffs around the bed frame.
He placed a kiss on your lips, before sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and biting down. When he pulled back you could feel the blood trailing down your lips and falling onto your chest as he watched you, transfixed.
He moved down to your stomach, leaving small soft kisses and sucking gently, but never breaking the skin.
When he finished he made it down to your legs. Instead of his usually foreplay, he bit directly into your inner thigh prompting you to throw your head back and scream in a mix of agony and ecstasy.
He groaned as he fed from his other favorite spot, your moans and whimpers feeding his ego while your blood fed his appetite.
When he finally pulled away his eyes were yellow and his mouth was bright red. He kissed you once more smearing your own blood onto your lips.
He unlocked your handcuffs and rubbed your wrists gently as you fell back onto the pillows exhausted. Your eyes fluttering closed as you fought a losing battle to stay conscious.
“I’ll tell Kyle you’re not gonna make it,” David said smirking as he grabbed your phone.
You grunted in affirmation as you rolled over and drifted off to sleep, you body’s blood supply too depleted to do much else.
After sending Kyle a text from your phone letting him know you wouldn’t be meeting him for dinner tonight, and there would be no need to reschedule, David crawled into bed behind you and stroked your hair.
You shifted in your sleep exposing the column of your neck, which was covered in bites. You were all his.
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Dragging myself through the WIP trenches, waving sadly at my words hoping they return safely from the war, y'all. One of those kinds of weeks. But! Luckily I'm sitting on a few banked rival bakers snippets so until the weary muse returns:
“This does not ‘butter my biscuit’, what are you talking about you absolutely unhinged human being? I don’t even want to know what you mean by ‘it could be worse’.”
“I mean that he could not be a total babe. He could not have forearms that look like they could strangle a snake and then gently pet a newborn puppy. He could have been a total asshole about the fact that you two totally fucked and you couldn’t be bothered to remem—”
“ —okay, yes, thank you. I said I didn’t want to know, remember?”
“Seriously though, Alex,” June says as she comes out of the bathroom, one hand twisting her hair off her neck and into a black hair clip. “I’m failing to see what the huge, world-ending, crisis-having, please-drive-back-from-Boston problem is.”
“You mean other than the fact that this stupid fucking French bakery is going to put mom and dad out of business?!” It comes out so much harsher than it should, and he sees a sting of pain flash in June’s eyes. It wasn’t her fault, and it wasn’t her responsibility, and Alex knew both of those things. He was just so fucking frustrated, double so because now it was also sprinkled with a light dusting of feeling like a total fucking douche.
“I’m sorry,” he says sincerely. “That wasn’t fair, I’m just…UGH,” Alex groans and falls face-first onto the cushion next to the one he’s sitting on. He screams, an animal sound that comes from somewhere deep in his gut. “They’re not even fucking French!”
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P3 x P2 hcs bc I read a fic last night of themmm :3
•While p3 loved to make things harder for him when they first met he actually does love to pamper him when they become closer/date! It feeds into his masculine ego to do things around the house or go out and do things for p2, while p2 ‘sits there and looks pretty’ 🙄🙄🙄 he makes tons of jokes about it but actually enjoys letting p2 relax. P2 allows him to do whatever he wants sometimes but other times he just ignores him and does whatever tasks needs to be done himself.
Kinda related, he calls p2 his wife and yells “Honey! I’m home!” when he gets back from whatever. He makes sure to kiss him before he goes and when he comes back.
•P2 is actually more of the cuddler in the relationship 🤭 it takes him a bit to actually feel comfortable enough to sleep in the same bed as p3 (because he’s used to sleeping by himself when he was with the bitch) but when he does start feeling more relaxed, he pulls p3 closer in bed without even thinking about it. Like he will wake up with p3 in his arms or his head on his chest!!! He’d deny he started the cuddling though for a bit because he genuinely thinks p3 got him into that situation somehow 🙄 p3 would say some shit like “That was all you loverboy”
•Oh yeah!!! P3 calls him all kinds of nicknames. Lover-Boy, Sweetcheeks, Hun, Skippy, babe, and hot stuff are the main ones!! P2 sarcastically calls him Dear.
•On a day where p2 is doing particularly bad mentally & if p3 is staying home all day, he lets p2 wear his brown coat out as a way of being able to ground himself. P2 won’t admit it probably but the scent of p3 on it and how heavy it is on him (p3 is taller and larger than him) is very comforting to him. P3 can probably tell that anyways because p2 yanks it away from him to use as a blanket sometimes if p3 took it off.
P3 would wear p2s trench coat if he could but p2 is too short and tiny.. it doesn’t fit p3 well 🥲 but that’s fine.
•p2 also will not admit he finds p3s voice very sexy & that he likes his southern accent. The sound of his voice literally makes him shiver if he’s whispering in his ear or his voice is even deeper when he first wakes up.
•While p2 is cuddly in private, p3 is the one to throw a arm around him and loudly say inappropriate or loving things to him in public. I think p3 used to be kinda worried about being thought of as gay but once he actually yknow..gets with a guy he really loves, he doesn’t give a fuck anymore lol. If someone gives them shit for it he’ll gladly take care of it.
He’s also kinda handsy in general. He loves grabbing p2s face to make him look up at him.
•The height difference is definitely something he teases p2 for all the time. If p2 is struggling to reach something, here comes p3 all smug and pressed up behind him, asking if he needs any help. Which usually gets him cursed at thru mumbles. He’ll ask “What was that?” And not help p2 until he can stop with the attitude.
•If they travel somewhere to a beach and they are sitting on one together, p2 is glaring daggers at p3 because p3 is just like 😎 while tanning. He’s glaring because he knows p3 is gonna tan nicely like always while him himself is just gonna be pink.
•P3 had the audacity to try to show p2 how to shoot?! Like they were shooting for fun at targets one day and p3 came up behind him, put his hands on his to try to get him to aim better which pissed p2 off 🫤 he knows what he’s doing smh.
•P3 loves p2s attitude but wants to get rid of p2s attitude towards him at the same time LOL like he doesn’t care who p2 mouths offs to but will make life a little hellish if it’s to him. He should think about how blessed he is that he doesn’t get punched everytime he mentions something about manners 😳
•When they both head out to do chores together, p3 kinda drags p2 around and gets easily distracted more. He’s kinda honestly the reason why they get attacked 90% of the time but he’s protective & wouldn’t let anything too bad happen to p2 so it’s all fineeee :3
•When p3 gets hurt and p2 is patching him up, it’s non-stop flirting and joking. He’s smirking when p2 tells him to take off his shirt or pants to get to a wound & he won’t stop going on about p2 being his sexy nurse 🙄
When p3 is patching up p2, p3 makes it a lot more serious feeling and is super quiet because he feels guilty he got hurt. P2 will have to be the one who actually tries to start joking around & will have to remind him he’s no stranger to getting injured. If he’s able to lighten the mood, p3 will crack a joke or two before finishing up but still treats him like he’s made of glass for the rest of the night.
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Rating all of Dream’s historical looks in The Sandman
Because I’m bored, sleep deprived and now suddenly hyper caffeinated in an airport at 4am. So it’s unlikely to be coherent.
Mostly about his hair (but also his outfits).
I’m a sandman simp so even the lowest of scores are still kinda high 😉
1389:
I just-
Dream, babe… wHY
I don’t think the transition in the show helped
Just focussed on his face while the hair and everything else changed around him
But
It’s not great
I mean he’s still Tom Sturridge and he’s still got a (very high) baseline hotness
But we’re quite close to that baseline rn I’m sorry hon
He looks like Noel fielding I can’t unsee it
Also his long sleeves cut diagonally are just hilarious to me
-5/10
1489:
He looks like a goth dad
Like softcore goth single dad coming to pick their son up from school
Could be kinda wholesome if he tried
Definite bisexual vibes
(Esp w that lil smile to Hob, that just confirms it)
Looks like he has a purse
And the only thing in that purse is eye liner
And a my chemical romance cd
Shirt sleeves permanently rolled up
His forearms are his one (1) flirting technique
Other than that he’s hopeless
Elegant Noel fielding now
Is that… is he wearing a cardigan???
9.5/10
1589:
90% hair gel 10% leather daddy
Fully up to the neck
Good lil catholic boy protecting his modesty
Like he was heavily into bdsm previously then found god but didn’t wanna give up his entire wardrobe
Ok maybe he still does it (I’ve ready your fics I know what he’s like)
He looks like a twink version of andrew lincoln here don’t @ me
Also he’s never looked more angry than in this
Hair is ok but looks like he wanted to experiment with short hair but said fuck that and immediately went the other direction
Now thinking of leather clad Christian borle slutty bi shakespeare in something rotten
He would’ve absolutely tried to fuck the lord of dreams (and probably succeeded)
Dear lord
5/10
1689:
MAJOR INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE VIBES
Esp with the throne like chair he’s in
Ngl actually really like it
Bet his hair is really soft…
And just his face looks so soft in this too
His genuine compassion for Hob surprising even him
I feel like red lipstick would enhance the look
FUCK
And I’m sure he has begrudgingly let Desire style the long hair
Grumbling the entire time
But a week later he’s following all their hair care tips to the letter
13/10
1789:
THAT. LIL. BOW.
Definitely one of Desire’s ideas
They probably gave him a whole colourful array of choices for hair accessories
But then was pissed off when all he chose was a black satin bow
“Brother, darling, really? Of course, I love your aesthetic… but really?”
He looks like Dick Turpin.
He’s an emo pirate.
YARR HARR
He could shiver my timbers
I don’t know why I love this look so much
He just looks so put together
And gay
Slutty gay
50/10
1889:
Hair is a bit basic again (sorry my boy please forgive me I love you)
(I guess it’s cuz I know the beauty of what is coming next…)
So it doesn’t hit the same
But I certainly love his baby steps into the world of short hair
I’m a whore for a suit so I’m here for that
Also just general respect to morpheus changing his look with the times (and as human culture changes) instead of staying stuck with his original look since the dawn of time
Flexible king *wink wonk*
Can picture him sat in a leather armchair by a fire sipping on red wine and reading a book (or brooding after his breakup)
7/10
NOW:
My god
I just-
FUCK
SO HOT
Honestly in love with this man
THE HAIR. SO FLUFFY.
And the soft black clothes underneath that fucking trench coat.
Goddamn I want that trench coat.
Like fuck all of dream’s tools, I’m coming for the coat.
And Dream himself…
I don’t know if it’s just the fact this is his main look and it’s the one I’ve been staring at for hours
But I do love this look so much
So otherworldly
Transcends time and space
The comfort of it whilst also being his uniform
Like it can be super intimidating
But he’s also able to relax when he sits down with Hob
He looks so happy omg I’m gonna cry
A modern emo goth (with the occasional feeling)
Fuck me…
Please
100/10
Feel free to tell me I’m wrong in the replies, I frequently am ;)
P.S. Tom Sturridge i love you king and you’re beautiful no matter how you look xx
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What if the boys found the reader having something they weren't supposed to? (teen reader the reader in current chapters is like 17 or so?) and by "something they aren't supposed to" I mean like cigarettes, Alcohol, condom, etc. Something that'll just make the boys have a fucking heart attack (if they had one) is also a bonus if the item isn't even readers and they just had it cuz a friend gave it to them.
Something about it just makes me chuckle
Boys reaction to finding reader with something she isn’t meant to have
Of course! Anything for my number one James fan! :)
“Uh Dwayne can you come over here buddy” Paul yelled out nervously from your bedroom.
He wasn’t meant to there, but someone had stolen his cigarettes and you had a habit of doing that to get him to quit smoking
So he went in your room to find them and searched everywhere, until he found a box underneath your bed, he couldn’t help himself. You had been so distant from him lately and he wanted some blackmail
What he had found was shocking though, and he didn’t quite know how to handle it
“What do you need babe” Dwayne asked in confusion “why are you in our daughters room, you know she doesn’t like it when you mess with her stuff”
“Well now I know why” Paul said with a shocked look on his face while looking in a box
“What are you staring at?” Dwayne questioned as he moved closer but Paul moved the box closer to his chest.
“Are you sure you want to see this” Paul warned “it may change how you see our kid”
“Just give it here” Dwayne snatched the box away and took the lid off of it and looked in
I’m the box laid photos of you and the boy they caught you with a few weeks ago, risky underwear, a black trench coat and XL condoms.
Dwayne froze like a deer caught in headlights and slowly rose his head to look Paul in the eyes and saw a matching expression on his face.
“I’m home from church” you shouted suddenly yelled from the living room and they could hear your footsteps getting closer.
Without thinking Paul grabbed the condoms and put the lid back on the box before sliding it back under the bed. He hid your condoms in his jacket pockets.
“What are you guys doing in here?” You questioned as you reached your bedroom, the boys stood there for a while before answering
“We were.. um… looking for you of course” Paul answered as he put his arm around your shoulder cautiously, you looked at him suspiciously.
“Why?” You squinted at Paul, determined to make him crack
“To ask you which drink you wanted us to get you from the store” Dwayne answered quickly, saving Paul who was sweating bullets.
“Oh makes sense” you say as you shrug off your suspicion “Can I have a bottle of Dr Pepper please papa?”
“Of course sweetheart” Dwayne says as he kisses your temple as he’s about to leave with Paul but you stop him.
“Can you get me a large bottle please?” You ask and the boys turn to look at you “i prefer them bigger, they last longer”
Paul gags violently at your innocent sentence, you look at him confused but he just waves you off as he drags Dwayne away. Once around the corner they look at each other.
“Tell David and make him handle it?” Paul suggests
“Absolutely” Dwayne answered as he dragged Paul away to find David.
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“(Y/n)! Can you come here for a second” David yelled from the living room.
You got up from your bed and quickly walked to him, curious as to what he could want. When you arrived you saw a gap in the couch where the boys surrounded, you guessed it was your seat so you sat down and saw the boys eyeing each other.
“Alright who died?” You asked, suspicious of what the fuck was going on.
“No one kid don’t worry” David reassured “we just want to have a chat with you”
“Oh okay” you relaxed “what’s up?”
“Well…. We think it’s time to have the birds and the bees talk” David says slowly, you tense up
“There’s really no need pops” you cough out “I covered it in health class”
You get up to try and leave but Marko grabs your shoulders and pushes you back down
“No I mean about…. Your birds and the bees” David says awkwardly
“Excuse me?” You stutter out confused
“One of the boys found these in your room” David says as he holds the packet of condoms between his pointer finger and his thumb in disgust
You flush red and feel yourself begin to sweat, but then you remembered the location of where those condoms were meant to be
“You went through my stuff?” You ask angrily as you eye all the boys before landing on Paul, who was trying to avoid eye contact. You geared at him.
“It was an accident!” Paul defends himself “believe me if I knew what was in that box, I would have never opened it”
“Okay you wanted to talk about it so talk!” You demand awkwardly, trying to make this unbearable enough for them to just dismiss you.
“Ummm” they were not prepared for this out come “we just want to know if your okay”
“I was fine before you went through my stuff!” You answered back
“Cut the attitude, we’re trying to be helpful” David demands and you shut your mouth
“Just remember to always… use protection?” Marko cringes at his words, you were his little girl he did not want to recognise you as an adult
“They’re not mine alright” you admit as the boys let out a sigh of relief.
“Who’s are they?” David questions suspiciously
“One of my friends from the boardwalk” you answered, still sweating “she asked me to hold onto them because my parents don’t snoop, clearly she was wrong about that”
“Oh okay good” Paul says relived before awkwardly putting his hand on you shoulder “way to go champ?”
“Can I please leave now?!” You say quickly, clearly embarrassed by the entire situation
“Yeah…yeah you can go” David dismisses you “sorry kid…”
You walk off quickly, still profusely sweating
Technically you weren’t fully lying. They weren’t your condoms, they were James’s…..
Hope you guys enjoyed
Just gonna make it clear that both James and reader are 18 because I confused the ages a lot in past fics but the boys won’t turn reader until she’s 21 as seen in past fics
This is also another way to excuse why reader never attends school.
Love ya guys ❤️
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Random Cars thoughts I think about all the time pt.1
It’s currently fairly late (early?) and I can’t sleep so imma talk about things in the cars universe that I think about near constantly. Ok 1 2 3 GO
Mater private eye
Dude I think about this short all the fucking time man, but do you know what the best part about it is imo?
This character design RIGHT here. DUDEEEEE ok this might just be my sheer adoration of classic/vintage cars but this bitch showed up and I went feral a bit. First of I cannot believe they created such a bomb ass character for this five minute short and he’s just never seen again but dude it fits the 1920’s theme so perfectly, the way they’ve exaggerated the front fenders to resemble the turned up collar of a trench coat, the way his roof resembles a flat cap like it’s literally so COOL MAN. I actually can’t stress enough how excited my pathetic little monkey brain got when I saw this design for the first time. The fact (In my opinion) that they were trying to mirror the car seen in peaky blinders (1927 Bentley 6.5 litre) is also extremely cool as you can see the whole gangster element really come through in the character before he’s even properly introduced RAHHHH. I’m so incredibly biased about this because this design alone hits like three of my hyper fixations at once but RAHAHRBHAHAHSBS HES SO FUCKING COOL I NEED TO OWN HIS DIE CAST AHHH
The Thomasville racers
I would just like to state my love for the thomasville racers. YES I know they play a moderate role in the third film and get plenty of screen time I guess but in my humble opinion THEY DESERVE MORE. Do you have ANY idea how hard a prequel movie/series would go (I KNOW ITS EXTREMELY UNLIKELY AND KINDA IMPOSSIBLE) I would give a kidney to see these characters in their prime, just from the flash backs of their races I just know it would be so much fun to watch. Seeing them interact with Doc would be an absolute highlight, being able to gauge their own personal relationships with him, Louise’s feelings towards him (fucking pop off babe love her) it would all be so interesting to see and I would start backflipping irl if Pixar EVER announced they were going to expand on them as characters. Also river is the best I didn’t talk abt him here because I don’t have any immediate thoughts but be’s silly and I enjoy him.
Car biology
Now there is one thing that comes to mind in this fucking fandom when you talk about car biology, and that is the obvious how the fuck do they reproduce. DOESN’T MATTER I HAVE A BIGGER QUESTION. Are their eyes wet. Hear me out here ok, cars cry, we see it happen and there’s implications at multiple different points throughout the franchise that they have tears. Does this mean their eyes are wet??? Or are they crying wiper fluid or something? I feel like that would make sense but the line between what are bodily fluids and what are yummy delicious beverages is so painfully blurred that It wouldn’t surprise me if they’re chugging wiper fluid too. The eyes are wet argument is overall kinda silly because we see lifeless car wrecks in some of the shorts and the windshield is still intact! So this presents something worse than eyes are wet, it implies that the car itself is like an exoskeleton and all the meaty important parts are on the inside! Yay! I only say this because we know they have brains obviously and it’s mentioned in some official book that I can’t remember the name of right now but it’s CANON they have brains. So are the brains MEAT? Because if the brains are meat then the eyes are probably squishy too!! But if they have windshields and we think about the exoskeleton thing are their eyes just freakish gelatinous cubes smushed behind the windshield? BUT IF THATS THE CASE WHY DO THEY NEED EYELIDS? I’m aware that this is all highly stupid and trivial but Pixar made too many decisions with absolutely no was to explain them in a child-friendly way and ultimately backed themselves into a corner about stuff like this and now there’s sleep deprived neurodivergents on tumblr dot com trying to pick up the pieces.
Anyway that’s it for this one I might post more of these in the future because it’s fun to just rant about ridiculous shit for no reason lmao
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WIP Wedneday
I am deep in the trenches with We Still Bloom which is my Hanahaki WS/AWTWB AU and I am f r e a k i n g out but hey, the good news is that it’s coming out relatively quickly, and I might actually have it done in time as long as I can get it to my beta before Monday. So like, prayers, seances, dark rituals, whatever. It’s all appreciated.
I’ll definitely post it in time, but whether it’ll be the FULL fic is yet to be determined. I want it, ideally, to be a one-shot.
Anyway. Here’s something that’s not a total bummer. (Not like ... completely)
Kissing Simon is good. So, so good. It’s everything.
He pushes a hand into my hair at the nape of my neck and grips, tugs, drawing a low groan out of me. Fuck. Too much. That’s probably too much. I suck in a breath through my nose, trying to soften the kiss, trying to pull back, but he laughs into my mouth. It’s low and husky, vibrating in my throat.
"Missed you," he sighs. "How was class?"
"You really want to talk about economics, Snow?"
He shrugs and laughs again, pressing his nose into my cheek.
I missed you, too.
I'm afraid to say it out loud.
It's true, though. Not just today. For weeks I've missed him. He's been pulling away and I don't know how to hold on. I don't always know if he wants me to. I can feel his smile against my mouth, though. He’s here with me, in this moment. He’s reaching out. I don't have to miss him right now.
Also, I shared this on discord but I’ll put it here too since I like it. Early art for the fic!
Tags under the cut!
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music/fic tag game
Share 3 to 5 songs that have inspired a current WIP.
thank you @kaaaaaaarf my lawfully-wedded wife for the tag!
currently in the trenches finishing part one of this is my body so have some song inspo while i force myself to stop nitpicking!
1. strangers // sun bleached flies - ethel cain
(cheating a bit right out the gate with this 2-for-1 but ethel cain is basically the raison dêtre of this whole thing so that’s that on that)
In your basement, I grow cold / Thinking back to what I was always told / “Don’t talk to strangers or you might fall in love” /…I tried to be good, am I no good?
and ofc:
God loves you, but not enough to save you
2. too repressed - sometymes why
I want to fuck you but I’m too repressed / I want to suck you but I can’t take off my dress
3. for emily, whenever i may find her — simon & garfunkel
And when I awoke and felt you warm and near / I kissed your honey hair with my grateful tears / Oh I love you girl
4 . fast blood - frightened rabbit
And now I, I tremble / Because this fumble has just become biblical / I feel like I just died twice / I was reborn again for all our dirty sins
5. river - leon bridges
Oh, I wanna come near and give ya every part of me / But there’s blood on my hands and my lips aren’t clean
tagging babe @behaveddestroyerrating and anyone else who wants to play!
#fic: this is my body#it’s just thinly veiled period sex metaphors all the way down#tag game#lesbian wolfstar
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Last Seen Blogs
book-and-music-lover
Fangirls Over Everything
bredy211
Untitled
benmaster9
Untitled
madcowzombie
“I Regret Nothing”
diodmannen
You can't stop the music