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inthepassengerside · 1 month

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Halloween

warnings: oral (f), fingering, sir like once, dirty talk, cuddling before and after

a/n: this is old </3

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It was getting late. You had decided to go to a party closer an opposite side of the city with your friends—who were best friends with a group of boys.

It was a Halloween party, you had just dressed up as a simple angel. You had nothing in your closet as it was a last minute decision to go, and that was the only thing you could put together from previous years.

It was your third year of college, and you weren’t one to turn down a party. Even though you were upset at your friends for feeling the need to attend an hour before it begun, you still went. It was Halloween! You wanted to have fun.

So, you put on your white eyeliner and cute outfit and decided to go have a ball. You might have looked a little childish since your friends dressed, well, to be undressed, but, you hoped they could get some and have an eventful night. You weren’t looking for anything other than a good time.

As to the particular boys who were hosting this party, they were all nice. Calum was the closest to you guys, always checking up in the group chats and reaching out to invite you to these type of things.

None of the boys were dressed up, each in comfortable house attire. You thought it was very lame, not the type of energy a Halloween party should have.

Sometimes you felt forgotten, but it wasn’t anything towards your friends. You just weren’t as close to all the people they were. You got along with them well, Ashton, Michael, Calum, and Luke. You had spoken to Luke less than the others, as he was a little shy, but you knew he was a good guy.

As it was getting late, an incredibly heavy thunderstorm had begun. The people in the room lessened as bodies were leaving and you and your friends helped clean up. Nobody ever bothered to stick around for that part.

“Wow, it’s incredible outside,” Michael said as he walked to throw out some garbage he picked up.

“Oh shit! What are we going to do? We can’t drive home in this. The one time we all stayed sober, too,” Your friend let out a chuckle.

As all they all talked amongst themselves they decided it was the best to spend the night. Heat rose to your cheeks. Where were you going to sleep? You didn’t like sharing rooms or spending the night anywhere other than your bed. Thunderstorms terrified you already.

You sighed to yourself and sat down on the sofa as you finished your last spot of cleaning.

“There’s a spare bedroom upstairs. It’s a queen sized bed. There are four of you though, anyone can take the floor or we can pull out some cushions from this couch,” Ashton shrugged.

You spoke up before anyone else took the offer, “If you guys are all cool with sharing a bed I’ll just take the couch down here,”

“Are you sure? There can be enough space if anyone wants to stay in our rooms too,” Calum said.

Luke was looking at his feet. He ruffled a hand through his hair and then pulled out his phone, sitting down across from you.

“Nah, thank you, but it’s fine. I honestly prefer it,” You sent him a shy smile, to which he mirrored back.

Your eyes landed on your friends, who were each sending you apologetic looks from across the room. You also smiled their way, waving your hand, telling them not to worry about it.

Ashton sighed, “Well, it’s been a long day guys, so I’m heading up. Thank you all for coming, we’ll see you in the morning.”

Everyone agreed and said goodnight, piling up the stairs one after another, except Luke, who wandered a few steps away into his room and shut the door.

It actually felt nice, the air conditioner kept the room cool and a comforting silence.

The only thing that sucked was the clothes you had on. You were waiting for someone to offer, but you’re sure it just slipped their minds. You were wondering if you could pull off just sleeping in your costume, but the thought of your skirt riding up and one of the guys finding you on the couch exposed made you nervous. You wandered over to Luke’s room since he was the closest and knocked on his door.

It took him a minute before he opened the door, his hair matted against his forehead and his face a little red, breathing heavy which was concerning. You decided not to dwell on it and just ask before he fell asleep. It had been a solid fifteen minutes after everyone said goodnight.

“I’m so sorry, but I can’t sleep in these clothes. Do you mind if I borrow some? I swear I’ll have them back in the morning.” You rambled, biting the inside of your cheek out of nervousness. You wouldn’t feel this bad if you had talked to him on the regular, but you didn’t.

It took him a little while before he actually responded, just staring at you, “Yeah, yeah of course.”

Luke opened the door wider so you could walk in. You took the time to admire the small, but comfortable room he had as you waited for some clothes. A tiny sofa chair, guitars, and posters aligned in a corner along with other items that resembled his character.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned around to see Luke, holding folded items as he extended them out to you.

“Thank you so much,” You said as you showed a small smile, “Like I said I’ll have these back tomorrow.”

He waved, “Stop, I don’t care about that. Get some sleep. There’s a bathroom along the other side of this wall for you to change.”

You glanced out the door to where he pointed and started walking towards it.

“Goodnight, I’ll see you in the morning,” You said to the blonde boy, making your way into the bathroom.

You set the clothes on top of the sink and started undressing. He had given you four items. A pair of boxers, a t-shirt, crewneck, and sweatpants. You put on the boxers and t-shirt and left the others on the sink folded next to your costume.

The thought of wearing another boy’s clothing made you blush, but you pushed the thought away just as fast as it entered your mind.

It was no doubt Luke was a very attractive man. You end up feeling upset sometimes that you’re not close with him because you want to spend more time with him. He’s also part of the reason you came to this party.

Flicking off the lights, you shut the door and made yourself comfortable on the couch. Ashton had brought you down pillows and covers as well.

You spent the next ten minutes scrolling on your phone before attempting to go to sleep.

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Flashes of white keep you unsteady for the next half hour.

The uncomfortable couch didn’t help, the whole situation made you break out in sweats. Readjusting your position for what felt like the hundredth time that night, you ended up on your back.

Thunder roared as you jolted. You sat up, you were never going to fall asleep.

Before you could shut your eyes in effort to ease your restlessness, a door squeaked open and light dimly lit the room. Your head turned, noticing Luke standing in the doorway.

“Are you ever going to fall asleep?” He asked, tone nothing but serious.

You felt so embarrassed. You figured it wouldn’t be that obvious you were tossing and turning, but the noises of the couch creaking every time you turned didn’t help, “I’m so sorry. Did I wake you?”

He rubbed his tired eyes, “What’s keeping you awake?”

“The storm, and I can’t seem to get comfortable.”

He walked towards you and reached to collect your pillows and sheets, “Come sleep in my room. There’s only one window and I have thick curtains.”

“No, no, I promise you it’s fine.”

“You’re not going to fall asleep out here. C’mon.”

You sighed, “Thank you.”

He smiled, “Don’t mention it.”

You walked into his room and he put your pillows and sheets on the recliner. Walking towards it, Luke’s eyebrows furrowed. “What are you doing?”

“Um, getting ready to sleep.”

“You’re taking the bed, don’t even think about arguing it’s too late for that.”

You shook your head. “Luke I already feel guilty about waking you up. Please let me take the chair.”

You heard fake snores. Wow, okay.

You chucked to yourself. “Thank you.” Getting into his unmade bed, you flicked off the lamp on the nightstand as you both said goodnight.

Yet the thunderstorm was only getting worse. You spent the next five minutes embracing the cold sheets before realizing you were too scared to sleep alone.

You felt so embarrassed. Back home, you were able to tell one of your girlfriends to sleep in the same bed- yet share a respectable distance.

Shivers went down your spine. You had to suck it up, just for one night.

Before you could let your thoughts wander any deeper, you felt the bed dip and a faint smell of cologne. “I can see you shiver every time there’s movement outside. Is this okay? Are you uncomfortable?” Luke was spooning you— he draped his hand over your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You could cry, really, and the last few hours emphasized feelings for this boy that you didn’t know were already there. You felt your entire body get hot, yet all tension left it at the same time. You eased into his touch, pushing your head further into the pillows which resulted to his in your neck. You swore there were tears welling in your eyes.

“Yeah, very comfortable. Thanks.” you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

He didn’t break his position. “We’re in a really intimate position right now, so I feel like there’s no other time to bring this up, but, I really want to get to know you better. I really like you,” the blonde chuckled.

“I do too, Luke. I would love to spend more time with you.”

You swore you were dreaming. You were all alone a few minutes ago, and now you’re sleeping in Luke’s bed— with him.

You felt his fingers move to your side, the digits playing and fidgeting with your exposed skin. He untucked his head from your neck, instead moving your hair over your shoulder and kissing along the space he created.

Heat immediately erupted all over your body. God, it’s been so long— too long— since you’ve been touched.

You melt into him, arching and breathing heavy. He sits up, leaving you both on your side, but to get easier access to your body.

Luke continues suckling on your neck, making noticeable marks no doubt. He nips at your ear, creating marks down your jaw. The blonde continues his suckling for a while, going back and licking at each of the marks before flipping you on your back.

You both can barely see each other, Luke flicks on the lamp next to his bed yet it’s still so dark you can only see his prominent features.

His face is flushed, lips parted and puffed, hair disheveled. So much like when you opened the door to ask for clothes an hour or two ago.

You’re sure you look similar— you feel heat course throughout your body and you’re incredibly needy for him and his touch.

He reaches forward after admiring you for a good while. “Can I take this off?” Tugging at your shirt.

“Yes.”

You practically cry out, you didn’t want to seem too touch deprived— but damn was this getting you.

He pulls up your shirt and admires your beauty. He looks like he’s starving and you’re the only meal in the room. “God help me,” he mumbles.

You chuckle, but it’s cut off quickly as he reaches down to start toying with your breasts. “Mm, such pretty tits all for me. Right? Just f’me?” You gasped, you weren’t expecting dirty talk this soon, but it was working. You were soaking your panties, you’re so sure the patch can be seen through his boxers.

“Mm, yes baby,” you moan. You were always loud in bed with each experience you’ve had. Most of the guys didn’t like it, so you tried to keep quiet this time.

Luke did the unexpected, bringing his mouth down to suck along your breast, keeping attention on the other as well. You closed your eyes, lost in bliss as he slightly nibbled your nipple. You cried out, glaring down at him just to see him already glaring up at you.

He switched, doing the same exact thing to the opposite breasts. It was going to be a long night and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t looking forward to it.

“How wet are you?” He murmurs as he glides down your body, peppering kisses until he meets the waistband of your—his—boxers.

You’re taken aback by the question, “what?”

“How wet did you get for me?” He repeated.

“Um, I want you,” you blushed.

He chuckled, “I know you do baby, but that wasn’t my question. I want you to tell me how wet you are. Can you feel it?”

“Yes, I can feel it Luke.” You want to break eye contact, but it feels impossible, the way he’s looking at you is addicting.

“Describe it to me. How does it feel?” He continues.

You moan, “I can feel it soaking my panties, Luke. It’s gushing out of me and I’m sure you’ll be able to see it through your boxers. I need it, please, I need you so bad.”

His lips part a good amount. He looks even hungrier than before, and you can tell your words tested him. The blonde wasn’t expecting you to be so— descriptive.

“Fucking christ, well let’s see then?” He sits back on his knees as you arch up for him, wanting him to see that you want him to see.

You were right, you’re absolutely soaked through and the wet patch is even bigger than you both expected. Luke sighed heavily.

“Looks like you’re right peach. Fucking drenched. You’re incredible.” You gave him innocent eyes when you looked up at him.

Boldness hit you. You wanted to say something, but debated saying it because you didn’t know if he would be into it or not. Taking a chance, you reply,

“Are you going to clean up my mess, sir?”

What were once oceanic blue orbs turned to navy, all you could sense was lust. Luke wasted no time. Ripping off his boxers and your panties in one go.

He lay flat on his stomach before diving right into your core. You slammed the palm of your hand onto your mouth, moaning right into it.

Right away, he rips your hand off your mouth and puts it into his hair. You tug at his locks. The strokes if his tongue were going back and forth between your entrance and clit. You glanced down at him and it was the biggest mistake, his glare towards you was enough to make your head fall right back to where it was on the pillow as your eyes rolled back.

He sucks your sensitive nub into his mouth, and it’s impossible to not hear the slurping. You’ve never felt pleasure like this before, in fact, you think this is the first time someones ever gone down on you. You bite your lip to surprise your moans, but it barely works.

Luke switches up, his mouth going down to push into and lap up at your core, cleaning up all the arousal that’s pooling out of you. He brings his fingers into the mix, thumbing at your clit and rubbing circles so roughly.

He continues his assault on your pussy in the most euphoric way. He sits up, his fingers still pumping inside of you.

“Baby, thinking about all the things Im going to do to you when you’re mine.. G’nna fuck this tight little pussy so good, so hard..”

You groan, “Please baby. Tell me how, tell me.”

“Mmm. Fuck you messy n’ tired. Take you from behind, slowly, and feel you up, kissin down your back. Or I’ll have you so good that you cum so much it hurts, but you still ask for more.”

He puts his mouth back on you and you cum right then and there. It’s such bliss you don’t understand how someone could ever make you feel like this. Flashes of white flash behind your eyes and you can’t tell if it’s lightning filling the room or just your aftershocks of the orgasm.

Luke is still going, lapping up your cum that leaks out of you. You’re hand that’s raked in his hair starts tugging, telling him to stop. He pulls back, coming up immediately to kiss you.

“That was incredible, thank you. I’ve never felt that before,” you compliment. He gives you a lazy smile.

You notice his erection against your leg as you sit up. “Let me take care of you?”

“Mmm, we both need sleep love. In the morning? Wake me up with it.” He smirks. Your face heats up again.

The boy pulls his shirt back over you, turning off the lamp and tucks you both into your covers.

Before you fall into a deep and comfortable sleep as Luke is rubbing your back, you think of what has just happened and smile to yourself. This event will play back in your head forever, and you can’t help but hope everything that’s happened with Luke will continue to evolve.

You hear and feel his quiet breathes, and you realize you’re not sure if you can ever sleep without him during thunderstorms again.

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bratzforchris · 7 months

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Don't Worry Baby

Summary ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆: Movie night gone wrong turns into you helping Michael feel better in just the right way<3

Pairing: Michael x feminine reader

Warnings: Smut, p in v, Michael has a bit of anxiety, mostly just cute/fluffy smut :)

Word Count: 1.5k

Note: I just love red hair Michael sooooo much hehehe :p

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"I dunno, Mike," You mumbled, tossing a piece of popcorn into your mouth. "That looks scary...even for me."

It was your and Michael's weekly Friday night movie night and you two were currently eating popcorn and scrolling through Hulu, looking for something to watch. You absolutely loved horror movies, having grown up with horror-crazed brothers. You knew your (and Michael's) limits though, whereas Michael would never admit to being scared of something.

"Please?" he asked, looking up at you with puppy eyes you couldn't resist. "Everyone's talking about how good it is. It can't be that bad." his finger hovered over the button to click on Dear David.

"Okay, but if we get scared we gotta turn it off, bub." You kissed his forehead.

You had once again fallen victim to Michael's angelic green eyes, especially since he was wearing that smokey, black eyeliner you loved. You knew in the back of your mind that this was going to most likely end awfully, but you shoved it down, trying to just enjoy your time with your boyfriend. You could always click the 'off' button on the remote if needed.

Michael cuddled into your side, pulling the throw blanket over both of you and humming happily as the movie started. The fairy lights in your living room cast a warm glow while the overhead light was out, creating the perfect ambience. You slowly settled into the fantasy world, getting sucked into the fast storyline and spooky details.

Michael, on the other hand, was enjoying it less than you were. He was munching on his popcorn with wide eyes, curling further and further into your side. The movie was definitely scarier than he had anticipated, but there was no way he was going to admit his fright to you. Especially not after he begged and pleaded you to watch it, and definitely not when he looked up at you, seeing you watching the movie eagerly, a smile growing on your face.

"Gotta pee," You said, pausing the movie and standing up. "Liking it so far?" You asked him, a smile on your face.

"Mhm!" he lied, cursing himself for being this way.

You kissed his lips quickly, before padding to the bathroom. Michael pulled the blanket up to his nose and took deep breaths, trying not to panic. It didn't work for long though, because the poor boy nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard scratching at the door. Turns out it was just Southy scratching at the door, but Michael couldn't help the shaky gasp that escaped him when he stood up to let the pup out.

"Hey babe." You smiled, coming back into the living room after your bathroom break.

"Shit!" Michael yelped, nearly jumping as he flung around.

Your face dropped into a pout, settling into the couch as you watched Michael let South back in. "Are you okay, babe? We can turn it off if you're getting scared..."

"I'm fine," Your boyfriend insisted, sitting back on the couch with you. "Just didn't hear you come in here."

"Are you sure?" You asked.

You could see Michael shaking slightly, and you knew he got scared more easily than you did, but you didn't want to push him to talk to you.

"I'm okay," Michael mumbled, putting on his bravest smile. "Let's just keep watching the movie."

You brought him into your side in a cuddle, rubbing his side up and down. Michael didn't say much else throughout the rest of the film, just occasionally flinching against your side. Finally, the credits rolled and you stood up and strecthed. Michael was curled almost entirely into the couch, blankets pulled up to his chin.

"Ready for bed, babe?" You asked him, holding out your hand for him to stand up.

"Mhm."

You and Michael began to run through your night routine, and Michael still failed to tell you his fears. He seemed a bit aloof, you thought, but not particularly scared. Once you both had cuddled up in bed, you switched off the lamp, snuggled up against Michael's side. You began to fall asleep fairly quickly, tired from work earlier in the day.

Michael, however, was not going to dream land as easily as you were. He couldn't stop thinking about the movie and the dead child that had haunted the main character. Logically, he knew it wasn't real, but his fears were overcoming his rationale.

"Babe?" he whispered softly into the darkness, wrapping himself in the blankets.

You made a soft humming noise, cuddling into Michael's side and beginning to snore. The red-haired boy sighed, realizing you were basically asleep. He felt awful waking you up, but it was only 11:30 and he knew he wouldn't fall or stay asleep at this rate.

"Babe?" he said again, shaking your shoulder. "Wake up, please?"

Tears pricked Michael's eyes as he softly poked your shoulder. You had been right the whole time and now he was dealing with the consequences. The movie had been too scary for him and he kicked himself for being so sensitive. You blinked your eyes open slowly, observing the room. The lights were still out, but Michael was shaking you and you could tell by his tone that something was wrong.

"Mikey? What's wrong, bub?" You yawned sleepily.

"...I'm scared." he whispered.

"Oh Michael," You pouted sadly, sitting up and turning on the lamp. "I'm sorry, babe." You kissed his cheek.

"No, I'm sorry. I'm the one who said we should watch the movie even after you said we shouldn't." the poor boy's eyes dropped as he picked at the blankets on the bed to avoid eye contact.

You tilted his chin up in your hand, kissing his forehead. "There's nothing wrong with being scared, my love. It's brave to admit you're scared."

"I should've listened to you." he said, gnawing on his lip.

"Mikey," You pouted, kissing his face. "Bubba, I'm not mad. It's okay to be scared, buddy."

He nodded softly, practically crawling into your lap. You began to kiss all over his face and head, making sure he was comfortable. Your boyfriend was silent, that is, until he until you planted a kiss on his neck. Michael moaned softly, the noise dripping from his pink, plump lips. He snuggled further into you, softly grinding his hips against your own.

You began to softly make out with him, running your hands through his red hair. You weren't used to being straddled by Michael, but you loved it. He was grinding into you, soft, sensual moans and whimpers leaving him. The redhead began to softly tug at the waistband of your pajama pants, whining quietly.

"Are you sure you want it, bub?" You asked him. "I don't wanna push you, I know you aren't feeling great."

Michael nodded quickly, looking up at you. "You're the best remedy, Y/N." he chuckled.

You kissed Michael's cheek as he leaned over and pulled a condom from his nightstand. He slid off his own pants and shirt, rolling the rubber onto his dick that was becoming harder by the second. You blushed when Michael pulled off your own pajamas, leaving kisses on your warm skin and telling you how beautiful you were.

“You always make me feel better, baby.” he hummed, sliding into you.

You gasped at the feeling of suddenly being full, but slowly relaxed into Michael’s rhythm, letting out soft moans as he slowly and sensually fucked you.

“Michael…” You whimpered out, already feeling the familiar, tightening ball in your belly.

“Shhh,” Michael kissed you gently. “I’ve got you, baby.”

The feeling of being fucked and edged slowly was almost more exhilarating than your more active, kinky sex life. You could tell that Michael was also close to climax, soft whines and pants leaving his mouth as he railed into you gently.

“Michael, I’m so close.”

Your green-eyed boyfriend chuckled, kissing your lips. “Go ahead, honey. Cum all over my dick. Make me feel good.”

You immediately let go, your walls clenching around Michael’s cock as you whined and moaned. He fucked into you once more before having his own release, yelling out loudly at the wonderful sensations you were giving him. The redhead kissed your face once more before sliding out slowly, pulling the condom off his dick and tying it off, throwing it in the trash beside your bed.

You giggled and blushed when Michael pulled you into a spooning position for post-sex naked cuddles. You both were a bit sweaty, but he pulled the comforter over you like your own personal fort.

“I love you, Y/N.” he smiled.

“I love you too, Mikey,” You giggled sweetly. “Feelin’ better now?” You asked, running a hand through his sweaty, red hair.

“Mhm,” he yawned. “Think I could sleep now.”

You planted a kiss on his lips and then snuggled into his side. “Good night, Michael.” You whispered.

“Good night, Y/N.” Michael kissed your head and spooned you, holding you close like a teddy bear for the rest of the night.

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plushyluke · 1 year

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“music to my ears”

he liked to have time to be alone with his thoughts. to tune the world out and tune in to what was important.

“ashton, baby,” luke breathed into his ear like a little song. he was just getting started too. this was track one of forty-five. ashton had a library.

or:

ashton listens to recordings of luke moaning while he works out.

rating: e

tw: smüt, language, but more specific tags on ao3

word count: 2.5k

housewifeverse au • lashton • complete • one-shot • pwp

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flash-bastardd · 6 months

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Guillermo always did look good enough to eat.

I have written smut! First time ever!

#wwdits nandor #wwdits #wwdits fx #wwdits guillermo #wwdtis #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows fx #nandor x guillermo #nandor the relentless #nandermo #guillermo de la cruz #guillermo #pining #smut #song fic #afi #pining nandor #nandor wants Guillermo

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smashgirltommo · 2 years

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Luke : *snuggling under a blanket* oh hi Ash, what are you doing here ?

Ashton : I could ask you the same question. This is my bed

#lashton #5sos #ashton irwin #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #lashton is real #malum #calum hood #michael clifford #luke hemmings is a princess #5sos5 #afi #lrh #mgc #cth #5sos smut

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seaoflove07 · 10 months

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Azusa and Rose-san sexual kinks? ^^

👀😳😳😅

I won’t answer this question here, but I will in the Couple Introduction post. There will be a NSFW section. 📝

But if you want to read them in action (If you haven’t already) I’ll share this Smut written by @afi-mukami She’s an amazing writer and I love her work. She had me horny all week with this. 🙈 We can say, I was happy with this commission. 😅💗

#answered asks #afi mukami #smut #azusa & rose #his rose #diabolik lovers fanfiction #fanfic #azusa mukami #diabolik lovers oc #diabolik oc

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honeyedlashton · 1 year

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HONEY HIII IM ABSOLUTELY LOSING IT OVER ASHTON’S VOCALS ON THEIR NO ROOTS COVER (once again)😭😭😭😭AND THEN WHEN LUKE HARMONIZES WITH HIM 😭😭😭😭im done for 😭😭im on my fifth listen in a row i needed to scream to someone about this 😭😭😭😭😭

I KNOW!!! His voice is so insane to me...he really pussyslayed that performance completely. Whoever’s idea it was to sing that (probably his) good job. (It’s second in my heart only to dancing with a stranger cause the way Calum sings the second verse anyway anyway anyway.) Currently remembering how I used to listen to it on repeat, too 😵‍💫😵‍💫

Then I read this fic and it changed my perspective. I’m like obsessed with it still. I haven’t read in a long time so I can’t remember if I’m about to recommend something scarring but it wasn’t for me lmfaoo. Bout to reread this again actually.

Thank you Li for reminding me of this again 🥰

#please please please I’m begging you to read it if you haven’t #it’s too good to shy away from #brainrot #it’s smut also #probably should mention that #LI!!!#I’m always open to freak out about Ashton’s voice #sorry for the late response been really busy with finals 🥰#scholarly #otp: i’m fond of you #orange soda #luke hemmings #lrh #ashton irwin #afi #5sos #lashton #ask me anything

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loverofthine · 2 years

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vulnerable l.h. - cologne

At a particularly loud clack, Luke looked over to Calum and Seph, who had been dominating the air hockey table. For a college town on a Friday, the bar wasn’t so busy, although that didn’t mean much, since most of the seats at the bar had been taken by groups of people hanging out. Luckily for them, the majority of their group was well over average height and wore varying levels of threatening expressions, so they’d had their respective games to themselves.

Luke leaned against the bar, keeping Calum and Seph’s drinks company, nursing his own. Michael, Ashton, and Priya had gone to play skee ball across the room with someone from one of Priya’s classes.

Priya hurried over, followed shortly by Ashton and Michael almost as soon as Calum and Seph had finished their fifth game. Calum won, again, as he had the past two rounds. Priya leaned over to whisper something to her roommate, which the latter agreed with, and the two girls were gone quickly.

“Where’re they going?” Calum asked, taking a sip of the soda Luke handed him. The group had considered trying to get actual drinks, but figured a college bar, no matter how old they looked, they were all going to get carded. Michael and Seph definitely would have, either way. They both looked nineteen and no older, and had even gotten ID’d at the entrance to the bar.

Michael shrugged, settling into a seat at the end of the bar, next to Luke. “Priya just said ‘girl stuff’.” He said, adding quotation marks with his fingers. “They’ll probably be a while.”

Suddenly finding themselves with nothing to talk about, the boys fell into an awkward silence, trading glances among themselves, taking sips of their respective drinks. Calum and Michael seemed oblivious to the strange tension that existed between the four of them, but Luke and Ashton weren’t.

“So, Ashton, how do you know Michael and Seph?” Calum asked, taking a long, awkward sip from his soda.

His attempt to break the silence fell flat when Ashton shoved off of the bar, brushing past Calum as he walked past. “I’m gonna go check on Seph.” He muttered right before he was out of earshot. Calum and Luke traded a glance, but the latter shrugged and returned to his drink.

Ashton and Priya returned, sharing a laugh over something Priya had on her phone, nearly tripping over one another as they made their way back to the bar. Seph followed shortly behind, seeming even more tired than she had been before, and Luke was keen to recognize the bags under her eyes. They didn’t seem very out of place, although he figured with how tired she had seemed in class most of the time, that they were.

“So, air hockey?” Calum asked, once Seph had taken a long sip of her drink. He nodded eagerly towards the table, leaning against the bar, almost directly between her and Ashton.

Seph offered the slightest of grins, rubbing her under eyes gently. “I would, but I think I just need to recuperate for a minute. Why don’t you play Ash? He taught me everything I know.” She suggested, seemingly ignoring the frantic glare her friend shot her from over Calum’s shoulder.

Spinning around to Ashton, Calum grinned and took the other boy by the shoulders, steering him towards the table, despite Ashton’s refusal. Michael and Priya agreed upon yet another round of skeeball, both making their way back to the machines. That left Luke and Seph, who hadn’t even acknowledged each other since dinner.

Luke didn’t even realize that Seph hadn’t gone with her brother until something pressed against the back of his shoulder. He turned slightly to find Seph, who had been facing away from him, so their backs were nearly pressing against one another’s, with her head tilted all the way back, leaning against his shoulder, apparently napping. With a chuckle, he readjusted, lifting her head and dropping it once so she rested against his arm, almost exactly the way she had earlier that day. Seph didn’t stir during the interaction until she was situated against Luke’s arm, sighing and nuzzling into it, clearly unaware of her actions.

The girl who leaned against Luke’s arm was gently snoring, one cheek pressed into the boy next to her, lifting her lip just enough to reveal white teeth. Her front teeth jutted out just slightly over her bottom teeth, despite the obvious signs she’d worn braces. Her nose was the same as her brother’s, save for the small white scar just below the bridge of her nose that contrasted with her tanned skin. For such a tired girl, and with the skin tone of her brother, Luke would have expected her to be much paler, but Seph was gorgeously sunkissed.

“Is she sleeping?” Ashton asked, unusually quiet, in the lull between games. He had crept over to sit next to Luke, who jumped at his question. “If you want, I can take her home.”

Luke turned to Ashton, trying not to disturb the slumbering figure on his other side. “It’s all good, not bothering me.” His arm was falling asleep, but no one needed to know that. “You can go back to your game.” He continued, waving his hand toward Calum, who was staring intently at the air hockey table.

With a cautious, nearly poisonous look, Ashton turned away, draining his soda and dropping the glass on the bar with a thud. He cast one more look over his shoulder to Luke, who had already turned away in favor of glancing at the girl who slept against him.

The pair at the bar looked surprisingly good together, although no one doubted that anyone in their group was attractive. Seph and Luke had one of the more dramatic height differences – although not as dramatic as the foot between Luke and Priya – but her head was the perfect height to press into his arm.

It wasn’t long before raised voices came from the air hockey table, but Luke didn’t very much care to listen in. Calum and Ashton had been butting heads all night, over some issue Ashton took up, but Calum seemed oblivious to his dislike. Luke figured the arguing was just them getting it out of their system.

“You knew we had to leave early.” Ashton was practically shouting as the pair walked past Luke and Seph. “I asked for the time.”

Calum was following shortly behind the other boy, sighing. “I told you the time. How is this my fault?”

Ashton snapped around, eyes narrowing both at Calum and the couple at the bar, the latter of whom he hadn’t noticed were still in the same position. “It just,” He waved his hands fervently. “Whatever, let’s go.”

“We’re going.” Ashton said, laying a hand on Seph’s shoulder as Michael handed his card to the bartender. “C’mon, Squish.”

Unlike earlier, Seph was quick to blink awake, blue eyes blinking open suddenly, just as quickly as she sat up and brought her hand to her cheek. Her cheeks were red, but just as she opened her mouth to apologize, Ashton yanked her off of the barstool by her wrist.

“Ash, what’s the matter?” She mumbled through a yawn, stumbling over her own feet as Ashton dragged her behind him, following Priya and Michael, who were rushing towards the bus stop. Bringing up the rear was Calum and Luke, speaking lowly to one another as they practically ran to catch up with the group.

Despite it being midnight, the downtown was alive with people, so much so that they were dodging others in their rush to the bus stop. At a particularly sharp turn around a highly populated beer garden, a large, rather drunk guy slammed straight into Seph, knocking her into Luke, where he quickly caught her by the shoulders. By the time both of them had shaken off the confusion, Ashton and Calum had disappeared around the building, and were nowhere to be found.

“Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry.” Another very drunk guy muttered, spilling himself and his beer over Seph as he followed a group of his friends. He didn’t even seem to notice the lack of beer in his cup as he raised it in a celebratory shout and followed his friends.

Unspeaking, Luke grabbed Seph’s hand, sweeping her under his arm to lead the pair away from the bar, and back towards where they had come from. The bus stop they had been heading for was lined with bars, likely to be surrounded by similar incidents that neither of them really wanted to deal with.

“Are you okay?” Luke asked, once they had safely found sanctuary next to a print shop, ducking down to inspect Seph’s shirt, doused in alcohol. “That guy barely even apologized.” He muttered, scowling at the mess.

Seph stifled a yawn, plucking at the shirt, although she seemed mostly nonplussed about the incident. “It’s f-” Her eyes finally met Luke, widening almost instantly. “Why are you taking your shirt off?”

With another scowl, Luke finished pulling off his jacket and tossed it to the girl, rolling his eyes. “Please, princess, this isn’t a peep show. It’s cold out.”

“It’s, like, seventy degrees.”

“Shut up and put the jacket on.”

She didn’t complain further, only obeyed, slipping the jacket over her shoulders and tightening the fabric around her waist. Seph wasn’t so small, but Luke’s shoulders were broad, so the jacket hung off of her in a way that had her shoving the sleeves up to reveal her hands. “What’re we gonna do? The next bus is in, like, forty minutes.”

Luke didn’t really have a plan when he pulled Seph away, but the bus was almost certainly gone, and there was little chance of their friends waiting for the blondes. “Walking, I guess.”

“Walking?” Seph echoed in a much smaller voice, peering up at Luke like he was crazy. “It’s a twenty minute walk through Greek row at midnight on a friday. I wouldn’t go through there even if I was your height and a hundred pounds heavier.” There had been multiple instances of her walking back through the neighborhood that laid between campus and downtown that ended with a punch and Michael bailing her out of trouble with a frat.

The boy said nothing for a moment, although he started towards the heavily tree-lined streets of the neighborhood just south of the buildings. “No need to worry, princess. No one fucks with me.”

True to his word, Seph’s normal encounters were nowhere in the realm of what they experienced. They were approached by the occasional drunken party-goer who recognized Luke, but he didn’t stray.

The moonlight made Luke’s eyes look grey, flashing as they met the streetlights. Seph could make out the smallest imperfection on the left side of his lower lip. It was a scar she was very familiar with, since she shared the same mark.

“Can I ask you something?” Seph asked, breaking the peaceful quiet the pair had fallen into. Her arms came around herself to quell the shiver that ran down her back. The sigh that followed seemed like permission to continue, so she did. “What’s with Princess? I have a name.”

Luke cracked the slightest of grins, lips curling to one side as he looked down at Seph. “What, you’re not into it?” He paused, catching Seph by the wrist just before she brushed past him, and spinning her to face him. “At least zip up the jacket.” He muttered, mostly to himself, as he zipped up the jacket.

“I didn’t say that.” The blonde girl muttered, cheeks reddening. She couldn’t quite figure Luke out, and was sure that was just the way he preferred it. Still, Seph enjoyed the company, and for the first time, she didn’t have the urge to start running when someone stumbled out of a house.

Seph wasn’t a violent person, but there was just something so punchable about a frat guy. And Luke.

She’d heard the name before. Hemmings was an infamous whisper amongst the dining halls, of whatever he and Hood had been doing the night before. Upperclassmen friends she made would warn her away from anyone with an H last name.

Despite her friend’s warnings, Seph couldn’t help the way her cheeks warmed when Luke glanced down at her with that grin. But she’d always been a proximity person, and she chalked the fluttering in the depths of her stomach up to the fragrant depth of Luke’s cologne that flooded her senses. It was mild, not too heavy, which she appreciated, and she hadn’t even noticed it until she was wearing his jacket.

His demeanor was entirely different to how he had been in class. It wasn’t that he was any less confident, but he kept his head down in class, and didn’t say much. He had friends, quite talkative ones, that he enjoyed the company of in class, people Seph didn’t like to associate with, but he wasn’t much for speaking. However, it was a stark difference to the confident way he greeted people and carried himself while they made their way down the pavement.

He fit right in on Greek row.

“So, what does-”

“Luke!”

Luke scowled at the interruption, spinning around to find the source of the exclamation, brow knitting when his eyes finally fall on the person. Under the streetlight that shadows his features, he can’t see the figure very well, but that problem is quickly solved by their emergence into the light.

This girl is gorgeous.

Long legs that seemed to go on forever in the skirt she wore, beautifully golden, compliment the blonde ends of her dark hair and white smile. “Lu, I didn’t realize you were around. You should’ve said hi.”

“Just passing by. This your party?” He nodded towards the house she had come from, alive with a loud party that would definitely fizzle out in a few hours after a noise complaint.

The girl’s cheeks seem to redden as she tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, tittering nervously. “Uh, yeah, not mine. Sneaky link, you know how it is.” The two shared a soft chuckle, apparently recalling their own, before the girl’s dark eyes fall to Seph, who couldn’t look more nervous. “You’re cute. I’m Mya.”

“Seph.”

“Oh, you know, when I was in high school, I had this freshman. Her name was something like Steph, but it wasn’t quite.” Mya exclaimed excitedly, turning her attention to Seph completely. “You know, Steph, you look a lot like her.”

“Seph.” Luke corrected, nudging Mya gently to hammer the point home. “Her name’s Seph.”

There was a beat of silence before Mya squealed and spun back to Seph. “Ohmygod, did you go to Rainer High in Toulouse?” Seph barely had the time to nod before Mya was pulling her into a bone-crushing hug. “Girl! It’s been too long.” She suddenly gasped and pulled back, holding the shorter girl at arm’s length. “Sephie, didn’t we tell you to never go home with the tall ones with pretty eyes? I know they’re cute, but it never goes well.” She leaned in, although she didn’t lower her voice, so Luke heard everything. “Believe me, this one definitely isn’t worth it.”

With an affronted look, Luke cocked his head to the side, scowling at his friend as he pulled her away by the back of the bralette she wore. “Alright, you. This has been nice, but I think Seph’s brother will kill me if we don’t head back soon.”

“Oh, right, you’re Michael Clifford’s sister, right?” Michael was much more known around the town than Seph was. She didn’t have the time to go to nearly as many parties as he did, but she definitely had him beat in the theater department. “And Ashton Irwin! They were always nice.” Mya paused, slinking after Luke as he started to walk away with Seph under his arm. “For boys. You know, Sephie, if you wanted a hookup, I know a lot nicer guys.”

“We’re not-”

“Mya, we’re not hooking up. I’m walking her home.”

Mya’s expression soured as she slipped off her heels to carry them, catching up with the blonde pair. Without heels, she was shorter, although she was still taller than Seph, albeit, not by much. “Like hell you are. Sephie, never let boys know where you live.”

Despite the way Luke glanced down in a silent question if Seph was done with Mya’s presence, Seph giggled at her old friend’s proclamations, filing each of them under the other advice she’d been given. “I’ll keep it in mind. Luke, I can go home from here.” She muttered, just as they approached the greenhouses on the edge of campus, poking Luke gently in the ribs, in case he hadn’t heard her.

“Like hell you are.” Luke said, glancing up at Mya, who giggled at his echo. “Do you realize how much Michael will hurt me if I let you walk home alone?”

“Luke, I’ll be fine, it’s a ten minute walk-”

“Plus she won’t be alone,”

“Yeah, exact- wait, what?”

Mya scoffed, as if the question was dumb in of itself, but she just as easily slung her arm around Seph’s shoulders, to drag her along. “You never let boys know where you live. You also never walk home alone. That’s what sisters are for.” She added with a jostle of Seph’s shoulders.

Rationally, Seph knew that she should call Ashton and have her meet him halfway, which would avoid the worst-case scenario of both options, but something told her to trust Mya. Maybe it was the way that she smelled the exact same as the entire cheer team used to, a group of some of the sweetest and best friends Seph had ever known. It might’ve been her infectious smile that made Seph want to grin instantly.

“Yeah, okay.” She admitted, sweeping a lock of soft blonde hair over her own shoulder. “Luke, I’ll see you in class?”

Apprehension was written across Luke’s face, but he nodded after brief hesitation. His blue eyes searched Seph’s for any second thoughts, but apparently finding none, he took a step away from the girls, running a hand through his loose curls. “Tomorrow. Do you have my phone number?”

“I’ll get it from Mikey.”

Still hesitant, Luke nodded, slowly, taking another step away. “My, text me when you drop her off and when you get home.”

“Goodbye, Lu.”

“Bye, Mya.” He lowered his gaze to Seph, waiting for her gentle nod to take another step away and spin around. “Tomorrow, Princess.”

Both Mya and Seph waited for Luke to lumber around the corner to turn back around and continue towards the dorms, not turning until they saw his tall figure disappear from the road it had been cast on.

“Okay, Seph. You have to fill me in on everything.”

Seph hadn’t realized she still wore Luke’s jacket until she burrowed into it and found a surprisingly pleasant whiff of the cologne she’d become a big fan of.

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personasintro · 11 months

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I'm not trying to start a fight 👀

But AFY is definitely you're best written fic... like THE BEST. from the characters, the plot and the smut... omg the smut 😭😭😭

AFY yoongi is a king and has the throne 👑

No one ever came close to him and never will!

Where are all of my AFY enthusiasts? 😭😭😭 wow thank you!! I’ve said this so many times but this story has a really close place to my heart, it makes me happy to know there are still readers who love it! 🩵

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sinning5sos · 8 months

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Hi! For the blurb idea… can you do like Ashton and Y/N are fighting because another woman hit on him while they were clubbing and she is so mad bc he doesn’t see it like a huge problem but then he goes: “you wanna know who I belong to?” and then they make out and maybe have a steamy make up sex…

Sorry it’s no longer a blurb but I havent read anything like since forever and I’m craving it so bad 😂

Btw you are amazing and I really love your works! 🩷

Possessive | Ashton

The music was loud, the sound causing vibrations throughout your body as you danced along to the music. Ashton had his arms wrapped around you tightly, his nose was nudged against yours as the two of you stood in the center of the club.

“Baby, I’m going to go grab a drink,” Ashton murmured in your ear, and pressed a kiss against the base of your neck and you smiled, “I’ll grab you another too, yeah?”

You nodded to him, and watched as he maneuvered his way through the crowd and to the bar. You closed your eyes as you swayed along, the music finally good enough to dance to. The last few times that you and Ashton have gone out, the music wasn’t this good but tonight was making up for it. You danced through the rest of the song, then the next and wondered where Ashton was. Even when it was crowded, the bar moved quickly so you craned your neck through the crowd to find him. When you couldn’t see him right away, you moved from your spot on the dance floor and pushed through the crowd. You stopped in your tracks as you saw Ashton, not at the bar but chatting with another woman on the side and stared at them.

You didn’t care that Ash was talking to someone, you weren’t that type of girl, but the bitch had her hand on his bicep and you were the only one who was allowed to do that. She threw her head back and laughed, and you narrowed your eyes at the two of them.

You breathed out and walked over to the two of them, taking your drink from Ashton and sipped it as you made eye contact with the girl. She immediately removed her hand from his body, faked a smile to you then waved goodbye to Ashton.

“Who was that?” You asked, and Ashton turned to face you fully.

“Just a fan, a girl who lives in the city and has seen us around a few times.”

“Why was she touching you?”

“Babe are you really going to act like this?”

Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but you nodded in an exaggerated fashion as you raised your arms.

“Sorry, I know what it looks like when people are flirting, and she was flirting with you Ashton. Did you even try to do anything to stop it?”

“Stop what? She fucking said hi.” He snapped, and you rolled your eyes.

“You know what, I’ll go ahead and show this whole fucking club who I belong to, right now.” He murmured, and closed the gap between the two of you. He pressed his lips roughly against yours, nearly knocking your drink out of your hands as he wrapped his arms around you. You giggled into the kiss, all of your anger melting away as he pulled back and rested his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered, and he chuckled as he kissed you once again.

“I’m about to show you how sorry you are and take you back to that apartment, and completely destroy you.”

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Vee is for Vampires - Chapter 2

Author: @sinnysuicide AO3: SinnySioux Vamp!Ville x F!reader Wordcount: 2k + Warnings: Will be smut. 18+ only. Read chapter 2 on AO3.

Chapter 2: “Burn The Hat”

What a strange evening.

I stand in the shower for an eternity, feeling every muscle in my body release its tension. My lungs fill with shower steam. I lazily turn the power off, towel dry my hair and walk sleepily to my bedroom. Once my hair is dry and I’m in my silk pyjamas, I lay back and stare at the ceiling.

As soon as I close my eyes, his green eyes force their way into my vision. His milky white skin. His pink and plump bottom lip, begging to be bitten. I cannot shake the image of him. It feels as though he is next to me, breathing the same air, close enough to kiss… I toss and turn for hours.

“This is fucking ridiculous!” I say out loud, in the darkness, disappointed at myself for my new obsession with the handsome stranger. I imagine him on top of me, my body sinking into the Egyptian cotton as he bites and sucks at my collarbone, and eventually fall asleep.

…

“Vee? What is Vee short for? Like Vincent fucking Price? I can’t BELIEVE you let him walk you home. He knows where you LIVE now. COMPLETE horror show!” rants Larissa on speakerphone as I gradually begin to lose the will to live.

I sigh heavily at her judgement. I could care less what she thinks. I consider excuses to end the call before she squeals in excitement. “Oh my god! Cute guy from the bar is calling! I gotta go!” and with a click I am alone with my thoughts.

Was it unwise to let him walk me home? I mean, he did rescue me from almost certain sexual assault. That has to count for something.

It’s a lazy Sunday. I clean my apartment, practise a bit of self care, and generally feel utterly restless. I switch on the tv for a bit of background noise.

“Today’s top story: two London men violently murdered. Police appeal for witnesses.”

I spin around on my heel and catch their faces, sure enough, the faces of my two attackers. “Fuck…” I whisper. My heart starts to race. He walked me home; I nearly invited a killer in. At the same time… surely, they deserved it? I didn’t see Vee use a weapon? Maybe they were drunk and choked on their own vomit? Maybe he didn’t mean to kill them?

“Oh god!” it dawns on me; what if I was an accomplice?! This is bad. I need to speak to him; to corroborate our story. How the fuck am I going to find him again? I spend an hour pacing my apartment, thinking about how to find him and talk to him. I decide on driving back to the bar, and looking for him around there. Maybe he would be looking for me too. I try to ignore the voice in my head telling me I am insane and going to get hurt.

I put on a pair of black skinny jeans and a simple black crop top. I need to make a bit of an effort in case I decide to go inside any bars. I put on a matt dark red lipstick and pop it in my clutch purse. I grab my car keys and speed out of the apartment complex.

I sit in the bar car park, uncomfortably close to an array of flowers left on the ground for the two pieces of shit who tried to hurt me. I wonder if the public would be so generous if they knew the type of men they were. I tap my steering wheel nervously, biting the inside of my lip. I sit listening to my favourite band, AFI, allowing the screams of Davey Havok to settle me.

An hour passes, it’s now 9pm. I feel utterly stupid. What are the chances of finding him, really? This is an utter waste of time. I turn the key in the ignition, when suddenly I notice a shadow in my rearview mirror. I turn the engine, and the music, off and listen. I see a man in a flat cap and… are those converse allstars? I swear Vee wore those the other night. I quietly exit my car and stealthily watch him. He chuckles, wiping what looks like blood (?!) from his lip and trudges forward. His balance is off, as though he’s been drinking far too much. Suddenly, he stops and looks up.

“You?” he laughs “Looking for trouble?” He ambles forward as I bite my lip, searching my brain for something witty to say.

“Looks like I found it”, I say, matter of factly, my chin raised to feign confidence. He closes the distance between us with a stride and looks down at me; his eyes that same glittery green, sparkling with curiosity and interest. His gaze drifts down to my lips and my heart starts to quicken. A smile makes his way across his lips as he tilts his head back to take all of me in. His teeth flash white in the dimly lit space.

“What did we say about walking around in the dark, hmm?”, he muses, “Vampires!” his eyes widen and he giggles.

I breathe him in. He smells woody, with a distinct smell of whisky. I think about licking whisky from his skin before I remind myself of the task at hand. “Vee… you killed those guys” I whisper, solemnly.

“Who? Oh, the pigs who tried to touch you against your will? Are you not relieved?” It is hard to argue with this logic.

“I, er, well… yes, but… I’d rather not get arrested for being an accomplice to murder!” I stumble through my words, wondering dismally why the fuck I bothered.

He leans back against my car and laughs wholeheartedly. “Shh, Vee, this is not funny!” I say, exasperated, but also trying not to laugh. He is adorable when drunk. Is this the same man who killed two men the other night? He stumbles and I grab his arm to keep him upright.

“Dammit, Vee, get in the car. I’m taking you home.” I roll my eyes as I open my door and get in.

He giggles again “Will you protect me from vampires? Garlic doesn’t work, just so that you’re aware!” He manages to get in without injuring himself and I sit beside him. I have a killer in my car: now fucking what?

“Okay, um, where do you live?” I ask, unsure if this is a good idea.

“Bloodlust Tower” he answers, unwavering.

“What??” I hiss, a little scared now.

“Beaufort Tower” he replies, grabbing my phone, “Let me type the postcode into your route planner”. I hook my phone to the speaker and my last played song starts again. Type O Negative’s Black No.1 begins to play, and I quickly turn it down, self conscious.

“You like Type O? Not just a beautiful face then!” he exclaims, turning the volume up. I blush furiously and try to maintain my composure as I set off on the 90 minute journey.

“Oh, uh, yeah… I love alternative music but I’m going through a gothic phase at the moment. I guess the sadder the music, the more beautiful it is… to me, at least”. I instantly regret the overshare but Vee leans in, placing a hand on my knee.

“I feel the same. It’s nice that you get it” he sighs, leaning back into his seat, “Music is my safe space. Whenever things get heavy, my guitar is always there for me”. He looks wistful.

“Oh… you play guitar?” I ask, imagining how on Earth this man could be any more attractive to me right now.

“Oh, yeah, um… I used to play professionally, in a band, we toured all over the world but, uh, yeah… that’s over now” he says, solemnly.

“You’ll have to play me something” I say, breaking my driving concentration to look at him and give him an earnest and encouraging smile. I’m certain I see him blush; though it’s hard to tell as he is so pale.

“So… what is Vee short for? Because I’m sure it isn’t Vampire” I laugh.

“What makes you so certain?” He implores.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe just the knowledge that no good mother would name their child fucking Vampire!” he laughs heartily and I join in; the conversation flows and our connection feels so natural.

“It’s, Veel-uh, spelt V-I-L-L-E. It’s, um, it’s Finnish”. So he ISN’T English, I knew it!

“Wow, I’d love to visit Finland. Have you ever seen the northern lights? I can’t imagine anything more beautiful” I sigh.

“I can” he whispers, I look over and we lock eyes for a moment. Oh god, is he flirting? I suddenly feel hot; I need to change the subject.

“So, um, should we talk about the dead guys?” I say, sheepishly.

“Why?” mutters Ville “They’re dead”. I don’t see how he doesn’t think this is a problem.

“Ville…” he takes a sharp intake of breath as his name rolls off my tongue. I pretend not to notice. “I’m scared of being arrested and thrown in prison for a crime I didn’t commit, and I… I guess I’m scared for you too.” I can feel his eyes on me.

“You have nothing to fear, neither of us will be going to prison. Just trust me, okay?” I sigh.

“Okay, okay, I won’t bring it up again.” He smiles.

“Good… because I want to talk about you.” he smirks.

We talk about our tastes in music and find quite a lot of overlap. Ville loves Type O Negative, obviously, and is a total fangirl for Black Sabbath. He tells me he met my favourite band, AFI, at some award show. I half smile because I don’t believe him.

“So you grew up here?” He asks.

“Yeah, not London, but in England. I wish I could say I’ve travelled lots but I really haven’t. I’d love to quit work, travel around Europe….”

“Why don’t you?” he interjects.

“Money” I say honestly “Can’t say I have a sugar daddy, unfortunately” I smirk.

“What about your family? Parents?” asks Ville.

I pause, my heart heavy, “I, er, they died when I was six”.

Stunned, he whispers “I’m so sorry”.

I tuck a lock of hair behind my ear. “Don’t be, I barely remember it” I smile dishonestly. “I think we’re here?” I pull into a large and long gravelled driveway; there are tall black ornate gates. Did I take a wrong turn? There is a keypad for entry.

Ville leans over. “Six six six”, he says.

“Seriously?!” I roll my eyes and type in the code, and drive right in. I pull up outside a grand stately home. It’s dark, and how I long to see it in the light. There is a small fountain out front. I imagine how beautiful this could be in the warm sun.

Ville gets out of the car and walks around the back “Oh, um, you’re really fucking welcome” I mutter, before he opens my door and offers me his hand. “Very gentlemanly” I giggle, taking his hand “Thanks.” I climb out of the car and shut the door. I look up at the tall building in wonderment.

“Are you coming?” Demands Ville, palm outstretched. I take his hand and follow him inside. The hallway is illuminated by a large glass chandelier. I spy a plush dark red velvet chaise longue, a matching soft rug, black candelabras. The mood is dark but romantic.

“Vee is definitely for vampires” I whisper; as Ville laughs out loud.

“Am I that transparent?” he asks.

“I don’t know, let’s ask your gothic decor, shall we?” I smirk, teasing him. I have no idea what the fuck I am doing following a dangerous man into his remote home, but I must admit that part of me would be just fine if he murdered me on the chaise longue by candlelight.

He starts to climb the large wooden staircase, carpeted with - you guessed it - a dark red velvet runner down the middle. Ville turns back and looks at me “Come.” He demands.

My heart sinks. “Ville, I don’t know what kind of woman you think I am but-“

“I owe you a song”, his face softens as he interjects, his lips part, his eyes plead.

“Okay” I say, warily. He takes my hand and leads me upstairs. There are beautiful oil paintings leading up the stair case. Night scenes, moons, woodland creatures on canvas. He is definitely a night owl, in love with all things dark, and I can’t help but find it endearing.

He reaches his large pale hands, adorned with pewter rings, in front of him and thrusts them into two tall wooden double doors. It’s so dark, I blink several times to acclimatise to the void in front of me. Ville reaches in his pocket and moves around the room, clicking his lighter. In a moment, the room is illuminated by beautiful black candlesticks. The walls are red, of course they are. Another chaise longue. A beautiful double mirrored vintage black wardrobe. In front of me is a huge four poster bed. The ornate wood is black, the sheets are what look like dark red silk. Everything about this room is elegant, but I can’t shake the air of loneliness that lingers within the walls.

“Take a seat, my darling” he purrs, and walks to the corner of the room. He removes his blazer jacket, throwing it to the ground. He’s wearing a black vest, his luscious milky skin glowing in contrast. I notice the swirling pattern of thorns down one arm; a beautiful intricate tattoo sleeve. I perch on the chaise longue, fearing that lying on his bed would send the wrong message. I’m not about to sleep with him at the drop of a hat, no matter how attractive he is. He grabs an acoustic guitar from one of several stands: he has quite the collection, and walks towards me.

He stops a couple metres from me and sits down cross legged. He tunes his guitar whilst my eyes wander. I realise he’s removed the hat and he has the most beautiful darkened curls of hair. I imagine running my hands through them as his face is buried in my… Christ, I need to get a grip. All of a sudden he begins to play;

“You can't escape the wrath of my heart

Beating to your funeral song

All faith is lust for hell regained

And love dust in the hands of shame

Let me bleed you this song of my heart deformed

Lead you along this path in the dark

Where I belong until I feel your warmth

Hold me like you held on to life

When all fears came alive and entombed me

Love me like you loved the sun

Scorching the blood in my vampire heart

I'll be the thorns in every rose

You've been sent by hope

I am the nightmare waking you up

From the dream of a dream of love

Let me weep you this poem as heaven's gates close

Paint you my soul scarred and alone

Waiting for your kiss to take me back home

Hold me like you held on to life

When all fears came alive and entombed me

Love me like you loved the sun

Scorching the blood in my vampire heart”

As he sings, I feel his pain. He closes his eyes and bares his soul. He has a deep voice when he speaks, but when he sings his range is amplified. The hairs on my neck stand on end and my skin tingles. I just want to hold him; to comfort him.

“Ville… that was…” I am breathless “that was beautiful.” He looks up and smiles wistfully at me. Spontaneously, I stand and walk over to him. I kneel in front of him and wrap my arms around him. His back is stiff and strong beneath my palms. The smell of whiskey still lingering. He does not move. My fingertips reach up to caress the curls at the back of his head and I bury my face in his neck. “Ville… who hurt you?” My voice breaking; his body softens and his large hands make their way around my back.

He nuzzles into my neck and sighs deeply. Whispering, he says “I have been lonely for so, so long. I have spent years holding on to the faintest hope that love would find me…” I tense my arms to hold him tighter and he begins to pull away.

His hands grasp my shoulders lightly. He pulls away from my neck to look into my eyes. His face is a mere inch from mine. His beautiful green eyes searching mine for something. “Who ARE you?” he implores.

I blush “What do you mean?”

His eyes drop to my lips. “Where have you been, baby?” I stop breathing. The world stands still. His lips crash into mine.

Our lips move together as he tilts his head. I feel him run his tongue lightly between my lips, begging for entry. I open my mouth to take a small breath and his tongue claims mine. Lapping, massaging, caressing my tongue with his. His hands on my back become heavier as he pulls me toward him; removing the small gap between our bodies. My knees find themselves either side of Ville’s waist as I straddle his lap. I run my fingers through his hair, pulling, teasing. Suddenly, Ville breaks the kiss “I can’t!” he pleads, looking torn.

“W-what?” I whisper, dejected.

“You deserve more than this, a sober man for starters. You are far too good for me-“ I silence him with my index finger on his lips.

“Shh” I soothe him “You are enough; don’t try to convince me - or anyone - that you are less.” I kiss his forehead lovingly and he lets out a contented sigh.

Again, he whispers “Where have you been, baby? I wanted you for so long”. He looks into my eyes with yearning. “I’ve been here, waiting for you. Only you, Ville.”

His bright eyes and smile light the darkness around us. “Let’s not do this on the floor” smirks Ville as he pulls me to stand and walks me to the foot of his enormous bed. My hand begins to shake in his as my anxiety makes itself known to him. Ville strokes his hand up and down my arm as comfort; “I’m not expecting anything at all. I just want you to feel comfortable”. We sit on the edge of the bed and he cups my face with his pale hands, and kisses me sweetly. I kick off my boots and shuffle up the bed. He follows suit and we lie, arms wrapped around each other, exploring our mouths with our tongues.

My fingers wrapping around his curls, he giggles. “You like the hair, huh?” He asks.

“Mmm” I reply “Burn the hat”; he smiles into our kiss.

I lean back to look at him. His eye lashes are longer than I realised up close. There are tiny wrinkles either side of his eyes from smiling and laughing. He has a slight stubble and soft, plump, pink lips; a bright white grin and beautiful emerald green irises. My fingers travel the thorn sleeve from his wrist to his elbow. He shivers and closes his eyes. “What?” I smile.

“You” he replies “Your touch, your skin…” he signs as his eyes wander “I am demonstrating excellent self restraint right now”. He grins wickedly.

“Oh?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Please, baby” he sighs “I’m trying to be a gentleman”.

We spend hours talking about our hopes, our dreams, touching, giggling, kissing. He promises to take me to Finland; and to play me a song every morning on his guitar. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me to him, nuzzling into the back of my neck, and we fall asleep in each others arms.

…

I have never slept so well in my life. I roll over to find Ville on his back, still sleeping. It’s still so dark in his room but I can see a strip of white light around the black out curtains. It must be morning. I gently sneak out of bed to grab my purse and find my phone. I have a couple of hours before work, so I have a half hour or so to snuggle with Ville. I crawl into bed on all fours, trying to wake Ville with light kisses on his forehead, temples, cheeks.

“Wow, you sleep like the dead!” I mutter. I place my palm on his shoulder and shake him gently. “Wake up, I have work soon” I purr. I dial the sensuality up a notch and start to lick and nip at his neck. He jolts and his limbs stiffen. I trail the tip of my tongue from his neck, up and around his jawline, until I reach his bottom lip. I nip it slightly with my teeth and he grabs both of my wrists and swiftly twists himself on top of me.

His eyes are not green, but dark. He kisses me deeply, but I sense something is off. He’s silent, he’s rough… something is not right.

“Ville… stop!”. He grabs my jaw with his hand and forces it aside. He moves to my neck and bites down. I feel his sharp teeth and scream.

He jolts back, as if woken from a dream. His eyes are light green and wide; his mouth crimson with my blood “Oh god… FUCK… I am so sorry!” He loosens his grip and I scramble from the bed, grabbing my heels and my purse.

I am trembling and crying and running through the darkness. HOW is his home this dark?!? I reach the front door and hear him running down the staircase. “Please! I’m sorry! Let me explain!” My legs threaten to give way underneath me as I hesitate, part of me wanting to give him a chance. My neck hurts and I place pressure on it. I move my hand in front of me and gasp at the bloody mess on my fingertips. He reaches a hand towards me and I shove my hip into the door with full force. It swings open and the sunlight bears down on his arm; I watch his pallid skin sizzle and smoke in the bright light. He screams in pain and falls backward and I run to my car. I pull the door open, fling my belongings into the passenger seat and lock the doors. The adrenaline pumping through my body, I drive fast towards the large ornate gates. I type in 666 and speed away from this nightmare, a flurry of tears raining across my steering wheel and my lap. I hear myself sobbing but I persevere until I am home.

I rush into my flat, lock the door and fall to the floor; I cry and cry until I am empty. I step into the bathroom and observe the damage. Two puncture wounds on my neck. Just when I am sure I have no tears left, I begin to cry again. I cleanse the wound and flinch at the sting. I bandage myself up the best that I can, lie face down on my bed, and sob until I pass out.

AO3: SinnySioux; more to come 🦇

Graphics by saradika-graphics

#ville valo x reader #ville valo fanfic #ville valo #HIM fanfic #HIM x reader

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bratzforchris · 7 months

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Streams

꒰ ⊹ ˚ Summary — Michael's innocent Twitch stream ends in him getting a reward for all his hard work (Kinktober Day 1)

Pairing — Sub and Twitch streamer!Michael x dom fem!reader

Word Count — 2.6k

Content Warnings — Smut, pegging, dom/sub dynamics, overstimulation, pet names/hints at pet play, dirty talk, marking, spanking, fluffy ending<3

Note — I'm so excited to share these stories with you all! They've been a long time in the making<3

DNI under 18 please :)

♡

“Fucking hell!” Michael cursed, angrily hitting the ‘return’ button on his keyboard. “This game is balls.”

You chuckled to yourself, listening to Michael’s screaming from upstairs. Having a boyfriend who was a Twitch streamer for his job resulted in some interesting sentences flying around your house. You placed your book down on the couch, wandering upstairs. You pushed open the door to his man cave/gaming room softly, poking your head in.

“Game kicking your ass?” You giggled.

“And now Y/N’s teasing me!” he whined, beckoning you over.

You smirked, plopping yourself down in his lap on the gaming chair and curiously eyeing the screen. The chat was flooding with comments about you, saying hi and other sweet comments. You and Michael had streamed together a few times, but you weren’t exactly a regular guest in his streams, so seeing you was a treat.

“Hey guys!” You said cheerfully. “Whatcha playing, Mike?” You asked him.

“Resident Evil 6,” Michael gestured at the screen. “I can’t beat this stupid fucking level.”

“Hmmmm.” You tilted your head, toying with an idea in your mind.

“Uh oh. That’s Y/N’s thinking face. That means trouble.” Michael joked, green eyes looking up at you, filled with lust.

“Try again. I wanna watch.” You said innocently, leaning your head against his warm shoulder.

Michael did as told, trying his very best to shoot down the zombies and make it through the level, but once again, he was attacked from behind without realizing. You knew how much failing levels upset Michael, especially when he was on stream. His subscribers looked up to him and he wanted to make sure they had a reason outside of his personality.

“This game is stupid.” he groaned, leaning his head back against the headrest of the chair.

“Awwww, c’mon you can’t give up yet, kitten.” You said, purposely shifting around on his lap and toying with the cord of his kitten-eared gaming headset.

Michael paused, trying not to let his face convey the spark that just went through him as his dick twitched. He loved that nickname. Meant sexually or not, the name kitten turned him on. He nuzzled his face into your neck, whining softly.

“Giving up so easily, bear?” You chuckled, running a hand through the ends of his bleach-blond hair.

Michael whined. “She’s being mean, guys.” he mumbled, face still buried in your neck.

The chat flooded with comments about how adorable you and Michael were together, as well as comments urging your boy to keep going. The idea that you had been playing with earlier was now at the front of your mind. You turned, your back towards the camera so you could straddle Michael, carefully maneuvering yourself so your opening was placed directly over his growing hard-on. You smirked, grabbing his chin in your hand.

“You can’t give up just yet, kitten. It would be unfair to your subs,” You told him, running your pointer finger down his nose, an innocent look in your eye. “How about this? I’ll give you a little reward if you can beat this level on stream?”

Michael bit his lip to keep from moaning, his dick twitching in his pants. “What kind of reward?”

By this point, the chat was going absolutely crazy and the viewing numbers were going higher and higher. People couldn’t get enough of you and Michael, especially with what was going on right now.

wrappedaroundmikesfinger: there’s no way omg

michaels_lizard_squishmallow: god y/n’s so hot

gamergirl13: OH MY GOD GO ON

“Oh, I dunno. Something you’ll like.” You smiled sweetly, undoing his spiked belt and unbuttoning the waist of his black skinny jeans just in view of the camera.

Mike pressed his head back against the rest of his red-and-black gaming chair, trying so damn hard not to moan. He was already at the point where he was so hard it was painful and you’d barely done anything to him.

“O…okay.” he smiled eagerly, trying to keep his voice steady.

You hopped up off of his lap, straightening your clothes, and going to sit on the couch. “I’ll watch!” You smiled gleefully.

Michael shook his head and adjusted his headphones, trying to ignore his throbbing dick. “Alright guys, let’s give this another shot.” he said, flashing one of his adorable grins.

Just as he went to hit ‘start’ on the level, a comment in the chat caught his eye.

michaels.cat.headphones: god michael is so kinky

‘Why yes, I am.’ he thought, smirking to himself, before shaking his head and beginning the level.

The blond paid special attention to the level this time, making sure to not only look in front of him, but behind and on the sides of him as well. He was absolutely fixated on the game, spurred on by the promise of you fucking him until he couldn’t walk. The chat was filling up with comments cheering Michael on, but he was entirely too invested in the level to notice.

After ten minutes, ‘YOU WON’ flashed across the screen in big, red letters. Michael jumped up out of his chair, ripping his headphones off and cheering.

“HA. GET FUCKED.” he yelled at the computer.

“Good job, honey.” You cooed, kissing his forehead.

You made sure the computer was still on before craning your neck to meet his ear, brushing some of his blond fringe away.

“You’re such a good boy, Mikey. I think you deserve your reward now, hmmm?”

Michael nodded eagerly, running back over to the computer. “Thank you guys for your support! Couldn’t have done it without you…” he paused to read the latest comment that popped up.

michaels_gamer_boy: or without y/n promising to fuck you xD

Mike chuckled, blushing and smiling adorably. “No comment, chat. Thanks for watching. Stay happy, love you bye!” he said quickly, hitting the end button on the stream.

“That was quick.” You said, keeping your voice even.

Michael sat down beside you on the couch in his gaming room. “That’s not my top priority right now.” he told you, smiling cutely.

“That’s your job, Michael,” You tutted, walking your fingers up his jean-clad thighs. “I think that’s pretty important.”

The boy whined, rolling over so he was basically on top of you and burying his face in between your tits. He nuzzled his nose deep inside your cleavage, trying to get impossibly closer to you. As he did so, you could feel his hardening dick brushing against your thighs.

“You promised me a reward.” he mumbled into your chest, trying to grind into you ever so slightly.

“I did, didn’t I?”

Michael nodded eagerly, raising his head to look into your eyes. His green eyes shown with lust, complimented by his smokey, black eyeliner that he wore on stream days. His eyes were practically screaming fuck me as he gave you the poutiest look, puffing out his plump, pink lips.

“Go upstairs, then. I’ll be with you in a minute.” You smirked.

Your boy jumped up and ran out of the room, giggling gleefully. To say Michael was a sexual person was an understatement. He was motivated easily by you promising to dom him later, but there was no fault in that. It was just who he was and you loved him for it. Before you went upstairs to satisfy his needs, you went to the front door and opened it up, eagerly grabbing the package off the stoop.

You quickly cut into the brown cardboard box and took the item out, hurriedly going up the stairs two at time and into your and Michael’s bedroom. Your boy was eagerly sitting at the head of the bed, brushing his hair with a pink, My Melody hairbrush. Michael absolutely loved Sanrio and brushing his hair, which you thought was the cutest thing in the world.

“I don’t know why you’re brushing your hair, honey,” You chuckled. “It’s just gonna get all messed up.”

Michael blushed, curiously looking at your hands hidden behind your back. “What are you hiding?” he giggled.

“Something for you,” You sing-songed. “Strip.” You demanded, your dom voice coming out.

Michael quickly removed his black baseball tee, but paused when he went to reach for his belt. “Need your help with my pants.” he pouted, looking up at you.

“Well, aren’t you just a good little kitten?” You asked, going over to him. “I got you a surprise, darling.”

You plopped the kitty ears headband that you had been holding on Michael’s head, watching as he squealed. They were black and furry with velvety, pink inner ears and white fluff. In between the ears was a lacy, black bow with a pink-and-gold jingle bell.

“I love them!” Michael giggled, throwing his arms around your neck. “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome, honey. Good job remembering your manners. You’re such a good boy,” You cooed, reaching down to the blond’s waistline and slowly undoing his belt. “Lay back.”

Michael quickly did as told, blushing and giggling with his hands held cutely over his mouth. You straddled him on the bed, before slowly trailing your lips down from his neck to his tummy, sucking softly. Your boyfriend whimpered at the soft, sensual feeling of your lips wracking over his body, subconsciously bucking his hips up to meet your own.

“Such a pretty boy. I can’t wait to see you cum all over your pretty, marked-up tummy.” You smirked, nuzzling against his lower abdomen.

Michael whined and whimpered, wriggling against your grip as you held him down by his hips. “Uh huh.”

“Awwww, you’re so eager,” You taunted him. “I don’t even have your jeans off and you’re already getting ready to cum.”

The blond moaned, thrusting his hips up into the air. You could see the large tent in his tight, black jeans already. Michael was an absolute whore for humiliation, so decided to have a little fun within your boy. Nothing got him off more than being made fun of.

“You’re such a slut, Mikey. Gettin’ off on being bullied,” You chuckled. “You’ll just take anything you can get, won’t you?”

Michael moaned loudly, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut as his dick throbbed oh-so-painfully. “Please.”

As he did so, the bell on his headband jingled cutely, furthering his kittylike persona. Michael already looked absolutely wrecked and you hadn’t even taken his jeans off. His fringe was sweaty and stuck to his forehead and his eyeliner was already smudged. The blond was whiny and sweaty, the hickeys already developing on his tummy and chest. You slowly unbuttoned his jeans and seductively slid them down his legs, watching the way he whimpered and wriggled under your touch.

“Oh my god, please fuck me.” he cried out, back arching.

You smiled as you tugged off his lacy, black boyshorts with the little pink bow, leaving the boy in his slutty embarrassment. “You’re so desperate.” You giggled.

Michael whined, reaching up for you. “Want you to rail me so bad.” he moaned.

“Is that a challenge?”

He nodded his head eagerly, bells jingling on his headband. Just after he did so, Michael rolled over onto his back, completely ready for you to fuck him. His milky, cakelike ass was face up and you couldn’t help but to give it a smack, leaving a slight red mark. Michael cried out with pleasure, wiggling his bum closer to you.

“Again.” he moaned.

You smacked Michael’s ass once more before sitting back on the balls of your feet. “That’s all you get. Don’t be greedy, honey.”

Michael made a variety of sensual noises, grinding his enormously hard dick against the comforter of the bed. He was beyond horny and just needed you to fuck him until he couldn’t walk straight. You decided to give the boy what he wanted, knowing you were about to overstimulate him beyond belief.

You moved slightly and pulled a strap-on and some lube out of your nightstand. Over the last several months of being Michael’s dom and him being your sub, you had slowly trained him to take a bigger and bigger dildo. You carefully strapped the sex toy onto yourself, humming happily at the beautiful sight in front of you.

“Should I open you up or are you already so ready?” You asked Michael.

“Please, just fuck me.” he breathed out.

You lathered two of your fingers with some spit to give the boy some nice lube, before slowly inserting them into his pretty, pink hole. Mike cried out at the feeling of suddenly being full, moving his ass back and forth as your fingers pumped inside of him. The bell on his head jingled and he almost sounded kittenlike as he mewled with pleasure at the feeling of you fingerfucking him.

“Feels so good.” he whimpered.

“I know it does,” You smirked. “You’re so easy to make a slutty, sexual mess.”

Michael arched his back and nearly yelled in pleasure at the degradation, his cheeks burning, but he loved it all the same.

“Already ready to cum?” You asked him. “I’m not even inside of you yet, whore.”

The blond boy whined when you retracted your fingers, eager to have your bodies touching again. You gently rubbed his back with one hand while slathering the lube onto the strap-on with the other. Without another warning, you slammed into Michael, making him cry out with the pain that he so dearly loved.

“Oh my god,” he whined. “Fuck me faster, Y/N, please.”

You did as he asked, riding him within an inch of his life. Your skin was slapping against his, the noise echoing around the room as the scent of sex filled the air. Michael’s little headband continued to jingle with the bouncing movement, which made for a beautiful melody when combined with his pretty, girlish moans.

“Oh god, need to cum.” he panted out, clenching his cheeks around your ‘dick’.

“Not yet,” You told him, landing a slap to his ass. “I’m not finished.”

The boy whined, burying his face into the pillow as a white-hot ball of sex continued to build in his tummy. Every slap of you against him made him moan and writhe.

“Please.” he cried out, tears starting to build from the overstimulation. “Need to cum.”

“Not now, kitten,” You chuckled. “Shut up and take it like a good kitty.” You told him.

The nickname made Michael’s dick twitch, with him practically cumming on the spot. “Oh god.”

“Feels so good.” he whimpered.

“I know it does,” You smirked. “You’re so easy to make a slutty, sexual mess.”

Michael arched his back and nearly yelled in pleasure at the degradation, his cheeks burning, but he loved it all the same.

“Already ready to cum?” You asked him. “I’m not even inside of you yet, whore.”

“Oh my god,” he whined. “Fuck me faster, Y/N, please.”

“Oh god, need to cum.” he panted out, clenching his cheeks around your ‘dick’.

“Not yet,” You told him, landing a slap to his ass. “I’m not finished.”

The boy whined, burying his face into the pillow as a white-hot ball of sex continued to build in his tummy. Every slap of you against him made him moan and writhe.

You continued to peg him, quite literally edging the boy as he continued to sweat, moan, and cry from the feeling of not being able to release his orgasm. Michael took it like the good boy he was, though, until you decided you’d had enough fun with teasing him. You railed into the boy one last time before landing down on his ass with a thump and giving it a slight smack.

“You can cum now, honey. Good boy.” You told him, running a hand through his hair while you were still inside of him.

Michael did as told, finally, finally releasing that tension that had been building up for so long. He cried out as he did so, yelling profanities as he came all over his pretty, marked-up tummy.

“Thank you.” he whimpered out with a small smile as he collapsed against the pillows, utterly exhausted.

“You’re welcome, honey. You’re such a good boy.” You cooed, knowing how important praise was to Michael’s aftercare.

He blushed slightly, his dick still twitching, but he was entirely too exhausted to do anything about it. The blond simply curled against the pillows, worn out from being beyond railed, not to mention edged and overstimulated.

“Thank you.” he whispered again.

You smiled, taking off your strap-on and placing it aside. You pulled a pack of baby wipes out of your drawer and began to wipe down Michael’s cum-covered tummy.

“Aren’t you glad you did that stream?” You chuckled.

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liminalhymnal · 4 months

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I was tagged by @thunk to shuffle my playlist & post the 10 following songs that came up! I thought I posted this but it got lost in my drafts instead (≡・ω ・;;≡)

1. The Day Before You Came by Blancmange

2. Sarode Bazaar by The Tea Party

3. Bring Your Daughter...to the Slaughter by Iron Maiden

4. Oh, La Brea by Man Man

5. Waiting to Be Told by Blaqk Audio

6. Close (To The Edit) by The Art Of Noise

7. The Unified Field by IAMX

8. Paper Airplanes (Makeshift Wings) by AFI

9. Smut! by Neon Indian

10. Devil's Night by God Module

Also I'm gonna tag some people I want to know more of their music tastes so @volfoss @anything-viva @medievalvampyre @catgirl-ash-williams @sithlich and whoever reads this and wants to do it too, consider yourself tagged!

#Ty for the tag!#tag games

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smashgirltommo · 2 years

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Michael : that shirt looks great Luke

Luke : oh thanks!

Calum : I bet it would look even better on Ashton’s floor

Ashton : are you hitting on Luke for me ?

#lashton #5sos #ashton irwin #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #lashton is real #calum hood #malum #michael clifford #luke hemmings is a princess #afi #lrh #cth #mgc #otp #lashton smut #5sos5

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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years

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Silver and Cold

Pairing: vampire! Matt Murdock x reader (no specifications!)

Word Count: ~800 words

Outline: The strange man has captured and keeps you locked in his chambers. But why does he remind you of the prince of your dreams?

Warnings: soft! dark, blood mention, biting, chasing, power dynamics, devil imagery, bruises/markings, feeding blood, implied smut.

Author’s Note: Continuation of my previous vamp! Matt drabble. Title thanks to an AFI song.

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics // banners by @maysdigitalarts

Main Masterlist ・❥・Matt Murdock Masterlist

Beware of the devil.

Beware.

A voice keeps repeating these words in your head.

But you had already lost.

Now it was too late.

+++

You were lying there flat with your body weak, his red hooded figure staring at you as you were struggling to breathe. Minute by minute you felt the air getting thinner, your vision getting blurry, the open room suffocating you.

And then it was all fire. Your eyes and insides were burning, flames taking form deep within and everything felt fast and alarming.

"Come to me, my love. Pass on to me."

There is something soft about his voice now, trust, warmth, security, familiarity. It lures you in, it makes you ache for him. But why? You try to reach out to him but you can't.

"Just a few more steps. Cross to my world, my love."

Now you can feel your legs moving, hopping above clouds, as if you were a bunny in a field. It feels real. It can't be real. Something pushes you and you stop. You look behind and all you see is a metal gate closing. You turn your head and now you can see him. The red-clad hooded figure staring at you, a calm expression on his uncovered face, with his arm extended. He looked beautiful and sincere like the prince of your dreams.

"I am here, my love."

You take his hand in yours and he pulls you into his arms. Warmth. His warmth. You vaguely remember feeling cold a moment ago but his touch, his gloved hand caressing your cheek so tenderly fills you with love and hope.

"Kiss me."

You plead out staring at him with doe eyes. Momentarily you can see a faint smile on his plump red lips before he is brushing his velvet lips against yours. One soft kiss followed by another until it was hard to separate yourself from him.

+++

You wake up. You were jolting your body awake to find yourself wearing a silk white gown, a golden ring on your right hand, and your body burning. There were bruises and bites all over your body and you ached so much. But the burning was stronger.

You get up, you go to the mirror, you try to look at your body, only you can't see yourself. This can't be happening. This isn't real. Panic overwhelms and you start screaming falling to your knees.

And then he shows up, wearing a velvet red suit, red-tinted glasses on his face. Brown medium-length messy hair. He looked absolutely beautiful. Like your prince from your dream. The man you always dreamt of.

"My love. My sweetest angel, welcome. You are finally home."

He proclaims, sinking to his knees and moving your hands away from your face.

"It will take you some time to become familiar with things. But I promise I will always honor your name and your beauty and become your guide in this life. I will never leave your side."

You try to breathe, staring into his glasses. There is both warmth and coldness coming from him. You can't understand. Part of you wants to run, the other part wants to bury yourself in his chest and never let go.

"You don't have any other choice anymore. You are all mine now."

His hands move to your throat, caressing with the tip of his fingers on your marking. His bites. Where his teeth sunk and broke your skin. Fear overwhelms you. You think about running away again but he only digs his nails inside your wound, causing you a wave of delirium and pleasure.

"You are mine. "

He digs deeper into the wound.

"Forever."

You feel yourself getting weak, your vision growing blurry. It all blurs together until you have control no more.

The scene repeats itself, you wake up and he arrives. Eventually, you become familiar with him, the bruises on your thighs only getting stronger. And the hunger in the pit of your stomach grows higher day by day. He soothes you, he caresses and he always reminds you that you are his.

Until one night, he slices the palm of his hand and lets the blood drip down your mouth. And that's when you wake up. The memories all come back, piecing together a long forgotten complicated puzzle. You were his, eternally his. Death and rebirth are followed by resurrection and are always reunited.

And then that fateful night you take him, blood in the blood, scream over scream until your eyes become crimson red.

It was time for you to become what he feared and what he longed for. Everything he ever desired.

And that's how you became the devil yourself.

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