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Modern Nohrian fam
Will plan a Hoshidan equivalent soon 👍🏾
#ruii.art#art#artists on tumblr#artists of tumblr#fire emblem#fire emblem fates#corrin#Leo#Elise#Xander#Camilla#you'll not believe if i tell you this is my fifth time drawing this#it's hard to draw them in my new style but FUCK IT WE BALL
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What’s your favorite fairytale(s) reimagined piece of media? I’ll start first, beanstalked. It already looks so cool and reading about the characters makes me so excited to see more. The character design are amazing, your style is so damn nice to look at and seeing just how much these characters mean to you is so nice to see. MORE UNAPOLOGETIC LOVE FOR YOUR OWN STORIES! Everyone should I their own little fandoms in their heads! Draw those badass monsters! Make your silly little guys kiss! Your brain should be mush from your love of your own works! Also thanks for indirectly bring back my love for my oc’s from middle school, I missed those guys. Your stories have feel so nostalgic, so familiar and comforting but new and refreshing.
T thank yo ou u. I get so happy when people like Beanstalked, I KNOW I SAY THIS EVERYTIME SOMEONE SAYS THEY LIKE IT BUT I'MMA KEEP ON SAYING IT, because it is my baby 😭
AND YES-THE SELF INDULGENCE SPREADS
As for fav fairytale reimaginings-OH BOY here we go because do I have a LIST
Hammerstein's Cinderella (1997): One of my earliest memories of a fairy tale retellings that I actually enjoyed as a kid. There are so many things in it that just hit along with the songs. Honestly, every other live action Cinderella falls flat in comparison for me.
Happily Ever After: Fairy Tales for Every Child: I grew up watching reruns on HBO and it was a big motivation for me to say "fuck it" and make a vast majority of the characters in Beanstalked people of color. Plus, I love the design choices they make for a lot of the characters. And the 90s vibes are just sooo good.
American McGee's Grim: I love this demented little game and its style. The execution makes it worth it to play for me even if you aren't into fairy tales. Plus, how can I turn down technically having the ability to run around inside an ACTUAL level based on fairy tales. I have Jack and the Beanstalk, Little Red Riding Hood, Pinocchio, Beauty and the Beast, and Cinderella and I like to play them occasionally just for the fun of it. And yes, that Jack and the Beanstalk is 100%ed
Shrek 1 and 2: I love both these films and they are very nostalgic to me but I especially love the second. It really goes all in on that "living in a fairy tale" aspect with Fairy Godmother, Prince Charming, the Frog Prince, Puss in Boots, etc. Plus, that "I Need a Hero" montage just goes so hard. It's honestly one of my fav animated scenes in a film.
Guillermo Del Toro's Pinocchio: I love stop motion. And I love retellings that know their source material while also adding their own flavor. This film is such a work of art from head to toe and I balled so many times watching. Plus the way it touches on the aspect of life and death makes me so happy.
Puss in Boots: The Last Wish: I could gush on and on about how much I love the animations and characters but like…everyone has already done that for me so I will focus on what specifically made me love the film. And that's how it handles fairy tales. It takes a much more earnest approach than Shrek, which while I love, you have to admit it can be a bit mean spirited at times. So I enjoy how this movie was more of a "these tales are people living their lives". I love the found family aspect of Goldilocks and the Three Bears, Puss in Boots being a legend and a bad ass and cocky like the OG tale. I even liked Jack Horner and how he was just that good classic "I am a dick and I own it" character. Personally, I view him as a sort of commentary on how companies will IP dump things to seem cooler and more successful. In this case, it's Fairy Tale dumping which is DEF something I've seen SO MANY TIMES because companies will thing having a bunch of tales in one thing automatically makes them cool since "DISNEY DID IT SO IT'LL WORK" and they just land flat on their face. I genuinely hope that more films in the Shrekverse have this sort of down to earthness to them…and if no the Shrekverse then maybe some more animated films that genuinely reimagine fairy tales.
Relating to the previous point but I do not care what anyone says that little boy with the cow and the giant covered in greenery was def a fuckin Jack and the Beanstalk reference and I will fight everyone tooth and nail about it I SEE A REF TO MY FAV TALE WHEN I SEE IT DAMMIT
Alice and the Nightmare: A webcomic that's based off Alice in Wonderland. Currently, it's one of the only Alice based reimaginings that I like and the art is just so GOOD??? I am always hyped to read the next update.
I'm sure there is like...a crumb of more but these are the ones that really resonate with me and motivate me to work on Beanstalked when I see them. I keep thinking the list is gonna be longer but honestly...it's the list of fairy tale retellings that I'm NOT into that is the long one. It doesn't help that I occasionally watch the off brand animated fairy tale based movie on Netflix for funzies and come out mildly disturbed.
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hi! do you happen to have any tips/advice for creating pixel art? i'm a huge fan of your work and have always wanted to do pixel art myself but i've found it pretty difficult to understand x_x
Hihi!!!
Giving advice is hard because I kind of live by the "fuck it, we ball" way of life but I'll try my best!!!
Not necessary in all cases but I think page sizing is important!! I used to draw on like 3000x3000 canvases now I think I only reach that with refs... I think in general it's easier on smaller canvases, and if you need to size up for posting sake, Photoshop can do it [or I think there's sites that can as well?]. If you're wanting to do certain things [icons/icos, rpgm assets, whatever], they do tend to fit into certain constraints so thats important!!
Similarly, there's nothing wrong with drawing something on a 1000x1000 canvas and then scaling down the image to 100x100 and lining over it!!
I tend to sketch with non-pixel brushes first unless I'm lazy, just because I feel it makes it easier!!
A small thing that I'm trying to take heed of too is going back over artwork and deleting some pixels to make the lines less "clumpy" (ofc, it depends on style too! I like thin lines usually though, especially on things that are 48x48 to maximize space!!)
I draw (mainly) in Sai and MediBang (for mobile). Things like MediBang and CSP also have downloadable brushes, which for things like screentoning I find important!! [Usually, I'll draw in MediBang or Sai, edit further in CSP].
For Sai, I just use the standard Binary brush and an edited version as an eraser:
For MediBang, I just go into settings and check "Turn off anti-aliasing" and use the normal pen brush and eraser; Only word of advice though it it does create some not fully solid pixels, but you can either go over them or duplicate the image a whole bunch and then combine the layers.
As for further stuff I think it's also just important to look at things you like!! What started me into pixel art was playing a lot of rpgmaker games [Ib, Yume Nikki, Mad Father, The Witch's House, ectect]
Now I also like things like the art of older systems and games, like TokiMeki Memorial 1994 has some beautiful artwork:
And the pixel sprites in all the BlazBlue games has been really inspirational in the last couple of years for me as well!!!
I hope this helps in some capacity 'w'999!!! For me, I think experimenting and playing around with stuff is the most important and having fun!!! [Which is why I'm so inconsistent bc it's just fun to try new things n see what sticks, what you like, can improve on, ectect!!!]
#i know some ppl say theres a right n wrong way to do pixel art but to me u get the same result#brie rambles#non art#anonymous#brie replies
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Bionicle Asks: A9, B15, C16
A9 Favourite villain team?
Oh gosh, a hard one right off the bat…I would say the Karda-nui Makuta team, but that’s really only because I love Krika, so that may not count. As a team in general, I liked the Piraka! Absolute anarchist dumbasses hellbent on the simple goal of complete and utter control; not too ambitious, but certain goal-oriented. Very droll! And the fact that they SOMEHOW maintained a team structure despite happily and readily going at one another’s throats? That’s rare, and honestly low key admirable. You got the Nuva and Metru who have had clear dislikes towards one another, but none actually had the balls to try and kill one another (Vakama’s brief stint as a villain doesn’t count).
B15 Favourite year?
I think…it would be the earliest years of the BIONICLE franchise. Things were so much simpler and just. I REALLY loved the environment and story of the island of Mata-nui. It was a big world, but not overwhelmingly so. Everything was a mystery, there were little to no answers to the good and bad of their world, and it was just so wonderful to explore and put the pieces together! Come the newer years, we basically have most (if not all) of the answers, or at least some very sensible theories. And despite expanding the universe to a whole other planet, it just feels like the MCU got smaller as time wore on. Or maybe it just got crowded. I refer to a quote by Jack Sparrow: “World's still the same. There's just less in it.” Less mystery. Less magic. Less to explore. The legends are all ending, and it’s…sobering, and kind of saddening. I miss it.
C16 What should a new BIONICLE movie be like? (story, setting, style, hand-drawn animation/live action/ CGI, etc.)
...bruh, you just woke The Swarm. Aw shit. Here we go.
So, I’m not sure about a movie per se, but I have always had this deep, visceral desire to see a series focused on the day to day lives and adventures of the Matoran! I think it would be amazing if we could get a cartoon series for them, preferably hand-drawn/2D animation (perhaps in @beesgav style because YES). I just think it would be fun and wholesome as heck, with exploration of little known, or brand new legends and the cultural lore of the elements/tribes!
Gods, if I had the animation and drawing skills and resources…I’ve been thinking about this since the Nuva came out and we got a bit more Matoran interactions. I want to see more of the island of Mata-nui, explore the Koros, Wahis, and everything in between; I wanna see and hear about the stories and tales and legends; the personalities, quirks, feelings and fears of the heart of Mata-nui himself! I wanna fucking see these little dorks take on full-fledged dangers without the Toa’s aid and watch every enemy fall and every obstacle burn before their ingenuity!!
…so, yeah, not too interested in another movie, but a series for the Matoran? YES PLEASE.
Thank you for the ask!! I hope my answers are satisfactory and/or interesting!
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Weighted Blanket
I blame the Bog for enabling me here. This got out of hand. It was just gonna be a cute little drabble I swear yall. But the feels took over? I want a Geralt for myself? Preferably the fanon himbo variety? Idk fam, ya get what ya get today.
Warnings: anxiety/anxiety attack (not panic attack), new established relationship, Jask feels like he has to hide his anxiety from people, Geralt being a soft ass himbo, someone plz find me one? plz?
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Jaskier had spent the night at Geralt’s a few times and he was always incredibly nervous until Geralt opened the door. He adjusted his backpack strap and tapped his foot on the concrete porch and felt a little bit like a child at a playdate. He was a grown ass man. This wasn’t that big of a deal. At least that's what he told himself while he waited for Geralt to scramble out of whatever pretzel yoga pose he was undoubtedly in. Jaskier was all for taking care of himself, he just preferred the ‘extra whip and a pedicure’ style rather than ‘whole foods and regular exercise’ route. He was worried Geralt would try to get him to go to the gym and drink kale but he seemed perfectly content to let Jaskier do what works for him.
When Geralt opened the door he had a goofy grin and his hair in a sweaty floppy bun, “You’re early,” he said it like it was a treat every time, regardless of how early Jaskier really was. Be it fifteen minutes or an hour and a half, he always looked like an excited puppy and it set Jaskier at ease.
But today he didn’t feel the tightness in his chest melt away when Geralt smiled at him. Not when he pulled him into a hug before he could utter his greeting. Not even when Geralt kissed the top of his head and rubbed his arms vigorously to warm him up because, “I know you have a sweatshirt in your backpack.”
Jaskier shrugged and leaned into his chest, “I kinda forgot.”
“You weren’t cold?”
“Well now that you mention it....” Jaskier forced a playful tone and got two handfuls of Geralt’s ass, that wonderful, perky ass. And it did absolutely nothing to him.
Geralt frowned and tilted his head, brushing the damp hair out of jaskier’s eyes, “I was gonna invite you to shower. But you don’t sound excited.”
Jaskier sighed and gave him a weak smile, “I want to be excited.”
Geralt just tilted his head the other direction and tightened his grip on Jaskier’s shoulders and oh wasn’t that nice. That eased the ache a little bit.
“I’m just a little anxious from work,” Jaskier assured him, patting his hands over Geralt’s perky asscheeks, “Go shower. I’ll be good by the time you’re done.”
“Are you sure?” Geralt slouched just a bit to draw Jaskier’s eyes to his, “Come with? I’ll wash your hair?”
Jaskier shook his head with a little smile, “Tempting. But I’ll drink some tea under my blanket then we can enjoy our evening.”
Geralt kissed his forehead and gave him a quick but firm hug before darting down the hallway to rush through his shower. Jaskier measured his breathing as he made tea, now fairly familiar with Geralt’s kitchen, and settled down on the couch to dig through his backpack for his weighted blanket.
Only it wasn’t there. His backpack had felt light when he left but it was just such a hectic day and he’d just wanted to see Geralt so bad.
“Fuck,” he whispered, seeing his hands start to shake as he rezipped his pack, “It’s just a little anxiety Jask. It’s fine. You are fine. It isn’t the end of the world. It will pass. It’s just because that asshole yelled at you, not anything to do with Geralt. You two are fine, good even…”
He sat back on the couch and pulled his knees into his chest, clutching at the mug of too-hot tea to keep his hands from shaking. Every few seconds he remembered he had to breathe, and do so slowly, if he wanted to get through this feeling and he would gasp a little bit with the realization he hadn’t been. He whispered his logical thoughts he’d prepared for this. The spiral would get a little momentum and he’d count his breaths and repeat his prepared sentences and he’d feel it receding but that was as much momentum as he could get.
As soon as he started to calm down, he’d think about Geralt coming out of his shower to see him like this and it would start up again. He’d managed to keep his anxiety under control in front of Geralt so well. Geralt was so calm and steady and gentle that Jaskier hadn’t had to try so hard to begin with. But now his crazy was all out on the table and he wasn’t quite mentally prepared to be thrown out of Geralt’s house.
In the middle of repeating one of his calming thoughts, he heard Geralt pad around the couch and felt more than saw him sit down.
“Jask?” Geralt’s voice didn’t quite sound real, but it was still soft and gentle enough not to spike his anxiety any worse, “You okay?”
He just shook his head and forced himself to exhale slowly.
“What’s wrong?”
Jaskier swallowed hard and whispered with more effort than he’d like to admit, “Just an anxiety attack. I… I forgot my weighted blanket.”
Gods did that feel horrible. Admitting to your hot new boyfriend that you have a security blanket at 30 and it sends you into an anxiety attack when you leave it at home wasn’t really on his to do list, but here he fucking was.
Geralt gripped the tea mug by the rim and took the now lukewarm tea before his shaking hands spilled it all over his knees, “What do you need?”
Jaskier felt tears brimming behind his eyes and squeezed them shut, “Wh- what?”
“What do you need? To help you.”
“Oh,” Jaskier opened his eyes and tears fell down his cheeks, “No one’s ever asked me that before...”
Geralt took a deep breath and held it for a moment before exhaling and offering his hand to Jask, palm up, “Can we try something that helps my brother?”
Jaskier nodded, he didn’t even care what it was, he was too shocked by the realization that Geralt wasn’t scared off or disgusted with him.
“Your weighted blanket helps, right?”
Jaskier nodded and set a trembling hand in Geralt’s palm, swiping at his face with the other.
“Can I hold you? See if that helps?”
Jaskier nodded again and uncurled from his ball a little bit so Geralt could pull his legs over his lap and wrap his arms around Jaskier’s body. He squeezed a little tighter than his usual hugs but the pressure was just barely registered with the way Jaskier’s body was in overdrive. Regardless, he burrowed into Geralt’s shoulder, partly to hide his tears and partly because it felt safe.
“How’s this? Are you okay?”
Jaskier nodded, “Can you squeeze tighter?”
“How about we lay down?”
“Lay down?” Jaskier’s voice cracked on his words but he barely even noticed.
Geralt rested one large hand over his soft brown hair, “I could be your weighted blanket? It works for Skel sometimes.”
“Yeah- yeah, okay,” Jaskier muttered as he forced his creaking knees to straighten as Geralt laid him back onto the couch. Geralt positioned them so he was laying on his side against the back of the couch and Jaskier was on his back in front of them. He laid his head on Jaskier’s shoulder and half draped his body over him, just testing the waters.
That alone was nice, but the little bit of relief only made Jaskier crave more. He tugged at Geralt’s elbow, not really pulling but guiding him to completely cover him. That was perfect. Jaskier could think a little clearer after a few seconds, then he could feel his limbs again and hummed happily.
“Good?” Geralt’s hopeful smile beaming up at him from where he was resting his chin on Jaskier’s sternum was bright enough to end wars.
“Very.”
Geralt closed his eyes and sighed, that soft little smile still on his face. Jaskier took a deep breath and basked in the way Geralt’s torso pinned him to the cushions. His thighs were pressed over his legs and pleasantly heavy and the way he’d cushioned his chin with his hands meant Geralt’s lovely, squishy, heavy arms were keeping his shoulders down.
After a few minutes Jaskier felt the post-anxiety exhaustion hit that let him know it was really over, but he didn’t want to move. Instead he wrapped his arms around Geralt’s ribs and laced his fingers together over his spine.
“Thank you,” he whispered, eyes closed with a tired smile, “You’re the best weighted blanket I’ve ever used.”
“Anytime,” Geralt’s voice reverberated through Jaskier’s body in the most soothing way, deep and strong but gentle as well, “I mean it. You don’t need to hide this from me. I want to help.”
Jaskier giggled, “Oh don’t tell me that.”
One of Geralt’s hands floated up to trace Jaskier’s jaw and the high points of his cheekbones, “Why not?”
“Well, I might believe you. It's a little overwhelming- believing you. -And my anxiety,” Jaskier clarified, brushing his thumb over Geralt’s back as he spoke.
“That’s okay.”
Jaskier frowned and looked down at his boyfriend. He was staring up at him with ridiculously round eyes and his eyebrows drawn in and together with a not-so-subtle pout to his lips. Regardless of the cute face, his eyes held sincerity. And Jaskier didn’t really know what to do with it.
“I-” Jask took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling as he spoke, “I’m used to hiding it.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
Geralt tapped Jaskier’s chin to get him to look at him, “Yeah, that’s okay. If it’s hard for you to tell someone, that’s okay. We’ll work with it.”
If he weren’t pinned underneath Geralt at an uncooperative angle, Jaskier would have kissed him, but he settled for resting his palm on his jaw, “You’re too sweet to me.”
“You deserve it,” Geralt hummed, turning his head to kiss his wrist.
For once, Jaskier didn’t fight him on it.
#geraskier#geraskier modern au#geraskier cuddles#kinda#soft geraskier#jaskier has anxiety#anxiety tw#anxiety attack trigger warning#soft geralt#himbo geralt#geralt would make a killer weighted blanket#just think about it#okay#i know i have been#for way too fucking long#geralt of rivia#jaskier#the witcher#the witcher fic#the witcher fanfic#geraskier fic#geraskier fanfic
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We all know how looks can be deceiving right? I’d love to request head cannons of Kuroo, Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Konoha, Terushima, and Atsumu with a gf that’s gifted with that super-soaker, wet-wet pussy, a pro at riding that dick, and has the gwak gwak thotty throat slobber 9000 but she is so shy, cute, and innocent at first glance. She looks like the soft-spoken librarian but when they get down and dirty, she puts her body to work and these bois just don’t know how to act from how amazing she is. Let’s say they teased her too much, so she revoked their sex privileges for a few days (not knowing how addicted these guys are on her body). Desperate bois are best bois 😈
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i’m shell shocked anon, you’ve blown my mind
Cw: hair pulling, super WAP, kinda fem dom but not really, severe pussy-whipped men
Kuroo
firstly, he thought you were the innocent type up until you sucked him off for the first time
Honestly, he thought you were a total virgin prude
It wasn't really his fault, you two had met as lab partners for an AP chemistry class
You know, a class full of nerds and people he just assumed would get a job and married when they were thirty
Looking back he should have caught on after seeing you unconsciously jerking of a test tube
But, contrary to popular belief, kuroo is not the social cue master
After a few months of dating, you guys were just a horny time-bomb
Ahh~ the first blow-job, one for the books
He should have known it was going to be good just from the way you were unzipping his jeans, was it normal to almost cum just for your girlfriend palming you?
When you did get his dick out and had it all the way down your throat within the minute, he really did think you were a godsend
He didn't even know what you were doing with his balls, but whatever it was it was working
You didn’t gag or cough, even when he grabbed that back of your head and practically face-fucking you
(the real kicker was when you licked your lips after he came and gave him that small fucking smirk, mans was done for and he knew it)
Even with all that, nothing, and I mean nothing compares to the first time you guys went at it
when I say that you guy made out for five minutes when he went under your panties and felt the pacific ocean in your panties
He was about to propose right there (and about to cum in his pants for the thousandth time)
He didn't need to but he still rubbed a few circles around your clit, but apparently, you were ready enough
Considering you grabbed his dick and fully sunk onto him in one motion
Poor baby didn't know what hit him
You had to have done this before, and if he hadn't met you in class he would have been sure you slept around and learned everything in the book
You would clench every time your sims met and- AND THAT THINGS WITH HIS BALLS AGAIN
His mind was bungled, especially after you had both come and you fell onto his chest going back to the shy and sweet version he knew you as.
What the hell was that????
Was he fucking you or were you fucking him?? Because at this point he didn't even care
After that experience, you fucked like bunnies, all the time, even in school more than a few times.
And we all know kuroo can't shut his mouth
And he always teases you about how cute and mouse like you are outside the bedroom and how it's like he’s dating two different girls
....that hit a nerve...
Two different girls??? Well he’ll just have to endure one girl until he realizes what a blessing you are
5 days, 120 hours, 7,200 minutes, and 432,000 seconds, that's how long he lasted
He was going insane, and so he explained that he didn't mean it in a bad way and that he loved how you acted
Forgiving him you rewarded the poor cat boy, 5 rounds for five days
(he didn't want to admit it but he’s pretty sure his dick would have fallen off if you didn't relent when you did)
(he just didn't want to admit that he was pussy-whipped)
Bokuto
You actually had met at a library
One of his teachers wanted him to get a bit of extra tutoring and volunteered you for the job.
You had hit it off great! Personality-wise
(you’ll never tell him but it was frustrating that he clearly didn't understand anything you were telling him)
And you were so sweet and cute, and such a good teacher
He would know that if he wasn't too busy just staring at you and thinking about you and thinking about what you like and what you wear outside of school
(or how good your lips look, or how your thighs look so soft, or that when you get up he can see under your skirt.)
Your guy’s first time was an experience
(bokuto is the cunny easting master, don't call me out)
More cunny juice = more food for owl man
He was excited, somewhere in his mind he knew that it was gonna get better from then on
He wasn't wrong either, although he didn't let your mouth near his dick just yet, he knew that would be good considering the ‘art’ you've created on his neck
The true fuckary started with him on top, but the second he was in you he...froze
Poor baby was shell shocked, you felt better than he had thought, and he just slumped over, you thought he came but he wasn’t ready for it to end so soon
He just sat there for a few minutes, fucked out, before you just decided to flip you both over
That was more his speed at the moment
So he grabbed onto your hips for dear life and you got working
Within two minutes the two of you had created a pool of juices on his bed (bokuto had a lot of precum ok), not that he really cared
You were not competing with anyone but he already had you 2 to 0
(point 1 for the meal and point 2 for being an Olympic dick-rider)
I am also a firm believer that bokuto thrusts up, he just can't help it
You are too addictive, or the way you ground onto him in between every bounce was addictive
I also don't believe that you could even truly deny bokuto sex, he was good at guilt-tripping and he was soooooo adorable
(not to mention the puppy dog eyes he does that could convince good to do his will)
So I’m sure the only way he wouldn't get sex would be no nut November.
(aka the devil's month of torture, actually not month, week give or take)
This year it just happens that he set a new record, 8 days
He went a whole 8 days without trying for sex
Truly he went about 10 days before he stopped begging and just took matters into his own hands
(under enough pressure Bokuto become a hard dom and no one can say otherwise)
The entire time he was telling you how pretty you were and how well your pussy takes him and that you had no ‘right’ to tell him he couldn’t have sex
He even gained a new phrase “this pussy belongs to me”
You were going to have to set some things straight once he was done ;)
Iwaizumi
You were on the student council, it felt sacrilegious to think anything but pure thoughts about anyone on the council
(that didn't really stop him)
honestly, from the moment his crush festered he wanted to ruin your little innocent vibe
You always smiled so sweetly at everyone, and just seemed like a true goody two shoes.
And that point seemed to have been correct when you began to date
Until! The fateful day where his perceived innocent girlfriend pulled a full 180 on him!
Firstly, you had offered, out of the blue, to suck him off in the middle of the movie you were watching.
Second, he asked if you knew how, and you giggled at him with that smile he loved so much
Thirdly, when you did get his dick out, you swirled some of the pre-cum on his tip with your thumb, he started getting a bit suspicious
Lastly, you completely swallowed him down, face pressing on his hip, cheeks hollowed.
That’s when he realized that you did know what you were doing
(that also arouse the thought that you had been with someone else, which was counteracted with the fact that you knew how to suck dick by practicing on hair brushed and popsicles)
((it also helped that you barely had a gag reflex))
Truly trying to put that to the test, dom iwa came right out, grabbing your hair and telling you to suck harder
And you impressed the man, to say the least
After that he had to fuck you, he really just had too
For the first time, he went with a solid missionary, just to test that waters
He didn’t think anyone's pussy should feel like that, but since you were his it was ok
All was well he was lost in the feeling of your pussy and the deciding moment was when you pulled him against you and started to grind your body onto his
You were putting a whole lot of body into it too, and you were so soft, and unless he wanted to cum early something was going to have to change
So he flipped and changed to doggy style, which made thighs worse???
From there you got tighter and he could see all of the wetness drips from your fold onto the sheets
Yup, you were the one for him
(solidified when he pulled your hair and you moaned like a street whore)
As for the no sex thing, that was a ride
It started when Makki asked you if you were always dripping for iwa
And after a week of no sex, he confessed to letting them on his phone and watching a recording of one of your nightly escapades and he was sorry
(and he just wanted to show them what they were missing, y’know brag a bit)
That was, and he says the only time, he let you try to dom him
You truly were the most amazing woman in the world
Konoha
( i made him kind of an ass lol sorry)
You wee the girl who sat next to him in class
(not to be mean, but he thought you were a nerd)
You always had your uniform covering everything and you were always playing with your short sleeves
You raised your hand a lot in class, always had a pencil to borrow
He just assumed that you had cobwebs in your pussy
Proven wrong at one of the volleyball teams parties, you had apparently been dragged there by a friend (surprising)
And you both were dragged onto some weird spin the bottle game
The bottle would spring and someone would draw an action from this jar and the two people would have to do it in a bedroom in the house
Seeing as that’’s how fate goes you and him were chosen
A blow-job card was chosen
And he laughed with a friend about how you wouldn’t know what to do
Mistake, that struck a real nerve, was this guy for real?
Oh hell no
Being the baddie you were, you walked to him, grabbed him by the arm, and locked lips, breaking away after a moment you asked if he was ready to go.
Poor boy didn't even respond, he just nodded and stood up
Two minutes in, he knew what he had done
You were blowing him like it would be your last time, it should be illegal to be able to suck someone off that well
And damn you pulled away right before he was going to cum.
And then just left him! Walked out of the closet like nothing had ever happened
That couldn’t be it, he wouldn't let that be it
After two weeks of non-stop begging from the guy you agreed to a date, which led to many dates
Which led to him finally being able to fuck you
God damn, he didn't think it would get better, and it did, it really did.
You were laying on top of him and grinding your entire body onto him
Dripping all over him and squeezing him like crazy
He was never going to let you go
Now, that same friend from that party seemed very intrigued with your relationship
And he just can't help but tell him about how amazing you were, it just sucks that he did it right in front of you in the middle of lunch
Pussy pass revoked
He didn't think he did anything wrong so he went two whole weeks without any touch and he went crazy
He fell apart and apologized
After he begged enough you gave him the pussy pass back
And now he doesn't do anything to jeopardize it
Terushima
this is gonna sound weird
But
I feel like terushima knows when someone is a good lay
It's like a secret talent of his, he just knows and his radar went off when he saw you
But he thought it was wrong at first considering you were wearing leggings and a huge sweater
Not good fuck material
But he had to make sure, so he just walked up to you and asked if you were a good fuck
Surprisingly you didn’t punch him in the nuts, instead, you laughed at him and said that he would just have to find out
And that he should at least take you out to dinner first
Adm he took you up it, made it the best damn dinner date he’d ever be on
And you reward him
With what?
The best damn blow-job he’d ever get as long as he lived.
And it fit that to the T
It started with the little licks and swirls, then, you gotta catch the man off guard, and just take his entire dick in your throat
And with that, he was sure he had superpowers
When He came, fairly quick for his taste, you swallowed all of his cum and he was ready to marry you
If he needed to take you on a date for that, he would take you on a date every day for the rest of his life
(not every day) but that's what he did
But eventually, just a blowjob wasn't enough, oh no he knew you had a tight hole
And he knew you were gushing most of the time (ushy gushy my pussy-)
If making him suck the fingers you used to fuck yourself after he came was anything
And you tasted good, really good
He was so ready for it that he let you ride him the whole night
He thought his dick was a]going to fall off, you were just that damn good
It was insane, you were almost using him as a dildo, grinding your clit on the base of his cock
And you looked glorious, he was going to have to talk to you about recording it so he could watch it over and over
Maybe show a few people-
And that's what he did, poor unfortunate soul got the silent treatment for two days before he fell apart
He literally got on his knees and asked for forgiveness
(biggest simp on the planet, but only for you (and your dripping cunt))
He’s sure to never do it again, he’s also sure that if you asked him to step on him he would let you
(and I think he’s the most pussy-whipped)
Ok maybe you didn't fully forgive him until he showed you what his tongue piercing could do, but it was worth every moment.
Atsumu
Honestly, he was dared to sleep with the next girl who walked through the cafeteria door
And that just happens to bring you, miss. I remind the teacher there was homework
(Well he actually wasn’t really sure about that but that's what you looked like and he was already regretting his decision.)
In defense of him, your hair was in a messy bun and you had this teacher's pet aura around you
But he would be damned if he lost this bet to his brother and Suna, oh no
The moment he wa[lked up to your table you knew what was happening, and shut it down immediately
After that, you officially had his attention!
Lucky you!
Unlucky you for the fact that all he wanted to do was get in your pants.
But lucky you again because you could hold this over his head!
But one day you just woke up and chose dick (respectable)
So when atsumu did his daily “c'mon baby, you know you want some” you just stood up, scaring him
(he finally thought you were gonna kill him)
Instead, you grabbed him by the dick, literally grabbed his dick through his pants, and tugged him all the way to the roof
“Hey-hey baby, no need to be that rough”
“Shut up, Miya. pants down, now”
That was not where he thought that was going but he isn't going to complain.
“You want your dick wet so bad? Here you go!”
Honestly, he could die happy.
Not so sound gross, but you were slobbering around his cock like a pro. Now that left the thought, you had to have done this before.
You had hands on the back of his thighs pushing him further down your throat, hollowed cheeks, damn he should’ve done this was sooner
He was gonna cum-
And your mouth was gone, your hand was jerking him but that wasn't nearly as nice
“Lay back.”
Yes, yes he will do that. If what’s about to happen is what he thinks is about to happen
And now your pussy was above his face. Ok a little detour but he’ll take it
You were literally dripping onto his face while he got to work, and you went back to sucking him off
Yup, heaven.
After you both came he made sure to tell you that that had to happen again.
And it did, you rode him to hell in the hole to heaven, and he couldn't help himself from telling the entire volleyball team about how good you were
Now he really didn't think about what would happen if the news got back to you
But he definitely didn't think that meant a whole week of nothing
Well nothing for him, you made sure to send him more than a few videos of rigid dildos and fingering yourself
A week of torture, but when it was finally over he had an entirely new folder of spanking material
he was sure about who he told about your escapades, as in he told himself and Osamu if he just wanted to vent
poor guy was paranoid now
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What Happens In Vegas...Doesn’t Always Stay There - Jacob Markstrom - Part 2
Word Count: 4,845
POV: Reader
Warning: Language, NSFW, Smut
Notes: Well you guys have spoken and it looks like this the fic you wanted posted. Don’t worry, I’ll be posting the others soon. But in case you were wondering where we left. Our reader was in Vegas at a bachelorette party, when she had a few too many drinks and wound up married to one Jacob Markstrom. Let’s see what happens next. As always feedback is welcome. Happy Reading!
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"Fuck," you yelled, once you realized that you were now Mrs. Markstrom. This couldn't be happening. Your brain couldn't be remembering things right.
"Vad? Vada r fel?" Jacob mumbled in a haze of sleep, lifting his head to check on you. You had no idea that he was asking you what was wrong, as he automatically defaulted to Swedish in his drowsy state. "Are you ok?"
"No, no I'm not." Your voice was panicked and you were starting to break out in a cold sweat. "We're married!"
His head flopped back down on the pillow. "Oh, that."
Wait he knew and wasn't saying anything. "That," you said with a note of distress in your voice. "What do you mean 'oh, that?'"
He turned his head so that he faced you, as you straightened your body so you could rest against the headboard; fighting the urge to get up and pace the room. "It was a joke. We just took a couple pictures with some Elvis."
A joke? Ok, that kind of seemed like drunk you, after all everyone said you were a fun drunk. You sagged back against the mattress, breathing a sigh of relief. "So that's all it was, a joke?"
"Mmmhmm." Well, that made you feel a bit better. "From what I remember it was. Things are a bit hazy." Jacob saying that, did not. He got up then, rolling onto his side and propping his head up. "I vaguely recall saying we were just going to snap some pictures and show your friend how silly it was to rush into things. I'm sure that's all we did." He had to be right, that part of the night still eluded you, though you do remember wandering into the chapel. "Though we can still pretend we're on our honeymoon if you want."
His free hand, the one his head wasn't propped up on, slid under the duvet and across your midsection. His fingers wandering down to your core. His eyebrows wiggled suggestively, a silent plea for you to let him keep going. Now that you were a bit more relieved at knowing your marriage to him was some elaborate rouse, you were a bit more inclined for that second round with him, so you smiled giving him the green light to continue.
Jacob didn't need to be told twice, as you felt his fingers widening your legs to give him access to your pussy. His fingertips lightly brushed against you and you sucked in a breath. "Fan du ar vat." You had to admit that Swedish wasn't the most seductive language, but when it rolled off his tongue it turned you into jelly. He recognized that you didn't know what he was saying and translated for you. "Fuck, you're wet." You were, there was no denying that, as this man just did things to you by simply giving you a look.
He wasted no time sliding a finger inside you while his thumb brushed against your clit. You couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips as he made your body tingle with delight. "So sensitive, prinsessa. I love that." His mouth kissed the outside of your thigh as he still laid on his side, his fingers torturing you. "I may not remember all of last night," Jacob admitted. "But I remember hearing you moan." As if on cue, you groaned out when his finger hit your most delicate spot. "So pretty." He removed his fingers and you whined at the loss of contact. "Ride me, prinsessa." He rolled onto his back, giving your thigh a squeeze.
There was no denying your needs right then. You wanted him inside you, so you straddled him. Knees on either side of his hips, you positioned his cock right at your entrance. You savored the feel of him sliding inside you as you sunk down on him slowly, fully engulfing his dick inside you. Jacob's hands slid up and down your sides caressing your body. After your tumble with him last night, you knew your hair had to be a disaster, so you ran your fingers through your locks, hoping to at least make yourself a bit more presentable as you rode him.
Unbeknownst to you, the picture you painted Jacob was nothing short of pornography; arms raised above your head, tits bouncing, as you slowly moved your hips against him. While his memory of last night was a bit hazy, being buried inside you wasn’t. He clearly recalled needing to get ahold of himself before he spent in you too soon. Now was no different, as he gripped your hips hard then wildly bucked up into you.
His movements thrilled you and had you bracing yourself against the headboard as he fucked you. He had told you to ride him but wasn’t willing to give over the reigns completely, but that was ok with you. He slowed his thrusts, giving you back just a bit of control, yet his hands lingered at your waist ready to take it back at any minute. You ran your hands up your side, then cupped your breasts, gently pulling on the nipples. “My god, you’re beautiful,” Jacob panted out as you looked down at him through hooded lashes.
The sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room. Jacob’s fingertips dug into your ass cheeks as you picked up your pace, riding him earnestly now. His hips met you every time you ground down on him. At one point Jacob couldn’t take it anymore and he moved his one hand so he could toy with your clit. “Oh fuck,” you breathed out when he rubbed the little nub. “Jacob…I’m gonna…” The rest was a garbled mess as you came hard grinding down on his rock-hard cock inside you.
“Yes, prinsessa.” Jacob watched you fall apart loving every emotion that played across your face. It pushed him over the edge and with a few more thrusts he spilled his cum deep inside your cunt.
Your body was spent as you sagged forward on top of Jacob. You were both breathing hard, chest heaving in an effort to draw in more air. After a few seconds, you felt his lips on you; kissing your forehead, your nose, and then finally your lips. The kiss was sweet and loving, perfect after the sweaty and exhausting sex that had just happened. “Min vackra prinsessa,” he whispered, tucking your hair behind your ear as it had cascaded around the two of you obscuring his view of your face. “Too bad our marriage is a joke, for I could get used to that.”
“We don’t have to be married for you to enjoy that again.” You pecked his lips then lifted off of him and rolled onto your side of the bed. “Come see me in LA anytime.”
“You realize I’ll be there at least four times with my schedule, and San Jose isn’t too far from you.” His body was turned towards you so that you could see the seriousness in his face.
“Well, I expect to be seeing my fake husband when he���s in town.” You gave him a little wink before adding, “And I think the trip to San Jose would be totally worth it.” He got up then and walked to the bathroom. You heard the water running and it wasn’t more than a minute or two before he was back at the bed.
“Here.” He brought you a glass of water and a couple aspirin. It was exactly what you needed.
“Thank you.”
“Sleep, it’s still early, then we’ll shower later.” He dropped a kiss to your lips while tucking the covers up around then crawling into bed with you. He tucked you into his side and you swiftly drifted back to sleep.
It was a couple hours later that Jacob woke up before you. His mind troubled with thoughts. It wasn’t a bad dream so much as a nagging feeling eating away at him. He carefully removed himself from the bed careful not to disturb you as you continued to sleep on peacefully. Covering himself with a pair of boxer briefs, he grabbed a bottle of water then sat down on the sofa in the suite. On the table lay the pictures from your fake wedding. He picked them up, laughing to himself at the photo on top. It was a dramatic shot of him asking you to marry him, and you acting shocked. He vaguely remembered doing that but the rest was all a blur. He leafed through the other shots. One of a fake Elvis, which seemed to be typical Vegas style, another of you kissing him after the proposal, still more of you being married by Elvis. They would all make for a cute memory of his time with you. Hell, part of him wished that he was married to you. He wouldn’t mind being buried balls deep in you every night.
Jacob finally got to the last photo, or what he thought was the last picture; only it was some sort of document. He flipped it so that he could read it better. “Fuck,” he whispered softly as he read the words so nicely scripted across the paper. It seemed to be a marriage license, signed not only by both of you but the Elvis impersonator as well, whose name wasn’t Elvis and seemed to be a legitimately licensed marriage officiant.
He needed to find out if this was real, so grabbing the hotel phone off the end table, he called the chapel. “Hello Mr. Markstrom, how can I help you?” An overly cheerful woman answered the phone.
“Um, yeah, so I was wondering…I was there last night with…” He had to look down at the license to remember your last night. “Ms. (Y/LN) and I have our license in my hand. I was just wondering how valid this is?”
“Oh, I can assure you Mr. Markstrom that it is one hundred percent authentic and has been filed electronically with the courthouse. You and Ms. (Y/LN) are indeed married. We make sure to dot all the I’s and cross all the T’s before we let you leave.”
Jacob covered the phone then muttered, “Fuck.”
“Is there anything else you need?”
“No, um…I’m good. Thank you.”
“No problem and congratulations again to you and the new Mrs. Markstrom.”
Jacob hung up the phone and swore furiously in Swedish. You stirred, hearing something but not really registering what was going on, as you blinked your eyes several times clearing the sleep from them. The bed was empty next to you, and you found yourself sitting up looking for Jacob. He wasn’t in the bathroom, so you got up and padded out to where the seating area was. Sure enough there he was sitting with his head in his hand. “Head hurt that bad?” He groaned in reply. “Come back to bed and I’ll make it feel better.”
He lifted his head up and turned to you then, a serious look in his eyes. “You’re not going to like this, prinsessa.” Well, if he was calling you princess again, it couldn’t be all bad. You raised an eyebrow in query. “Apparently, we’re married.”
“Right, you told me it was a joke.” You sat down on the couch beside him, noticing the scattered photos on the table. “See, like I would ever get married by some Elvis doppelganger.”
“It wasn’t a joke.” He handed over what looked like a marriage license, a very authentic one at that. Leave it to Vegas to be thorough even in practical joking. “There’s a seal on it and everything.” He was right there, but that would mean that this was real.
“Oh, no….no, no, no….no. This isn’t real. You said…”
“I know what I thought, but I wasn’t one hundred percent sure. So I called.” There was a look of dread on his face. "The paperwork has already been filed at the courthouse. Yay for technology."
You knew he was trying to find a bit of humor in this mess, but frankly, you didn't find it funny at all. "Now what?"
"I was just trying to come up with that when you came in."
It hit you then, the solution to your problem. Maybe if you hadn't drunk enough alcohol to float a small ship last night it would've come to you sooner. "We'll just get an annulment."
"Is that possible, after last night and well this morning?"
"Hmm, I hadn't thought about that. Well, divorce it is." It wasn't ideal and you can't imagine having to explain it down the line, years from now, when you finally found someone you wanted to be tied down to, but it was the answer to your problem.
Jacob seemed to mull it over a bit, and it struck you that he might be religious and that this might not be an option after all. "I'll make a phone call," he finally told you and you breathed out a sigh of relief. It took the two of you several minutes to locate your phones but eventually, you found them. While Jacob called his lawyer, you checked your messages. There were several texts from the girls saying they were heading to breakfast, so you shot one off yourself. There was no way you were meeting them yet, so you cried off stating that you were still hungover from the day before. You were really going to need to patch things up with Kennedy after all this trip was about her. Hopefully, you could share a laugh with her about this whole mess.
A curse word muttered, or at least you thought it was, one in Swedish, brought you back to the situation at hand, and you looked at Jacob expectantly. "Apparently, it's not as easy as we think." He blew out a very frustrated sigh. "It's still doable, but it's going to take a lot longer than I expected."
"How long?"
"A couple months after the papers are signed and filed, possibly more."
"What!?! You've got to be kidding me." That didn't make any sense at all. Shouldn't you be able to get a quickie divorce in a week when both parties were in agreement?
"Well, my citizenship is one factor, but apparently it just takes that kind of time."
"We got married in like, what...seconds. I don't understand." You started scrolling through your contacts looking for Aaron's number, then hit it and started to walk away.
"Who are you calling?"
"A friend, who's also an attorney." Aaron worked for the same firm as you, only in the legal department. Surely he'd dealt with a celebrity or two that had this same problem.
You gave Aaron the condensed version of what happened, hoping that he'd come through and be your savior. "I hate to say it (Y/N), this Jacob's attorney is right. It's going to take you that long, if not longer." A growl of frustration was all you gave as an answer. "Cheer up babe, it could be worse."
"Really? How so?"
"Well, you could've picked some homeless guy off the street. At least this one sounds decent, and it's not like you have to move to Canada or Sweden while you wait this out. Just go on about your business."
"I know, you're right. Thanks for your help, Aaron. I'll see you in a day or two." With that, you hung up the phone and headed back to Jacob.
"Looks like you didn't fare any better."
You sat heavily down on the couch. "No, not at all. Looks like we better start filing so we can get this done sooner than later." The look in Jacob's eye had you questioning things. You had thought you both were on the same page. Sure last night and this morning were fun, but what did you really know about each other. He couldn't really be thinking about staying married. When you couldn't take it any longer, you blurted out, "what?"
He shook his head. "Nothing." When you gave him that look that said you didn't believe him he finally fessed up. "You're wearing my shirt."
"Oh, sorry. I realized when I was on the phone I didn't have anything on. Hope you don't mind."
Jacob actually didn't mind at all, in fact, he kind of liked you in it, which was a new feeling. "No, not at all. Though I'll admit I like you without anything on as well."
It was hard to stop your eyes from rolling at his words especially at a time like this, but somehow you managed to. "While I appreciate the compliment, we should probably figure out what we're going to do." It was then that you looked at him, in only his boxers. His washboard abs calling out to your fingertips to just run over them, not to mention the strain of his cock against those briefs. You bit your lip just thinking about the things that you wanted to do to him and have him do to you. "And once that's done, then we can celebrate our divorce."
"I like the way you think." He scooted you closer on the couch so that your legs were draped over his. "I was thinking that while you were on the phone, that I can just have my lawyer handle things. He said he could have everything drawn up in a couple days since we don't have to split up a house or any belongs."
"That's fine. You can email me them and I'll just sign and send them back."
"He did mention one thing, though I'm loathed to bring it up." His hand was traveling up and down your shins making it hard to think, but you were intent upon getting this divorce started.
"Just tell me, after all, we are married, and married people shouldn't have secrets right?" I mean it was a bad joke, you'll admit that, but then if you couldn't laugh about this shamble of a mess you may start to cry.
"He wanted to make sure that you weren't after, well...you know."
Your eyebrows drew together as you tried to figure out his meaning, and then it hit you. "Oh my god! No, I'm not after any money. I would never and it's not like I don't have my own. I mean it's probably not anything close to what you make, but I do bring in quite a bit. Oh my god, I'm rambling. But no, no, I don't want a cent from you."
"I told him I thought that was the case, but he wanted me to be sure."
"Ok as long as you didn't think that."
Jacob was quick to tell you he didn't. "No, not at all. If I'm being honest, I think getting married was my idea, if I remember right."
"I wish I could remember more, though these pictures do bring back a few memories. I can't remember how we got these rings though. What is this cubic zirconia?"
"Umm, nope." His cheeks started to turn a delightful shade of red. "My credit card tells me it's a diamond."
"Oh Jacob," you exclaimed, taking off the ring. "This has to be a fortune. It's at least three carats." Quickly, you put the ring in his hand as if it was going to burn you. This fake marriage had caused enough damage that he didn't need to be on the hook for a ring that you'd never wear again.
"You know I can afford it right?"
"Of course, I know that. You just shouldn't have to pay for my mistake."
"It wasn't just your mistake." It was sweet of him to try and shoulder the blame, but if you wouldn't have had that tiff with Kennedy, then you wouldn't have gotten drunk ass stupid and married him. "We both did this, but there's no point in arguing about it. In a few short months, this marriage will be over."
"True."
"Let me give him a quick call and get things started." You went to move but Jacob stilled you with his arm. The conversation was brief, his hand was inching further up your thighs during the entire call, sending delightful tingles all over your body. As soon as he hung up, that same hand reached your core. "So now that that's settled. What about that celebration? You know while we're still married and all."
You'd already said you weren't making it to brunch with everyone, so there was really no reason, not to indulge in what you wanted. Scooting up a little further onto his lap, you grabbed the back of his neck and drew his lips down to yours. One kiss melted into another and another until neither of you could take it any longer and Jacob took you there on the sofa. After that, it was round 4 in the shower.
You and Jacob exchanged numbers so that you could keep in touch while the divorce papers were being worked on by his lawyer. Since both of you were still in Vegas another night, you agreed to meet up a little later. Jacob claiming that it was safer to be with his 'wife' than out looking for another one.
It was an hour after leaving Jacob before you were knocking on Kennedy’s door, there to apologize for everything you said to her the day before. She opened the door, and without so much as a hello, grabbed your arm and hauled you inside. “You have to tell me everything that happened?” How the hell did she know what had happened with Jacob. She was your best friend and all, but the last time you checked she was not a psychic. “I called Ryan and he told me those guys were from the Canucks, which happen to be his favorite hockey team in the world.” Somehow you really weren’t shocked to find that out. Considering Ryan was from Seattle and an avid sports fan. “When Jade told me, you were hooking up with one of them, I died. I need to know everything.”
Oh, you weren’t sure if she was ready to hear everything. “Can I first apologize for being an absolute asshole to you yesterday?”
“You can, but there’s no need. I know your feelings about marriage and how you think we’re rushing into it. I get that you were just looking out for me and only want me to be happy, and you know I’ll be happy with Ryan. I wasn’t really mad at you, per se. It was more about smoothing things over with Gretchen. You know how she can be.” You did know how Gretchen was, which was why you felt even worse for saying what you did, when you did. “(Y/N), you’re the closest thing I’ll ever have to a sister, and nothing you say is ever going to change that.”
You enveloped her in a massive hug. There were times that you felt as if you and Kennedy were twins separated at birth and it was nice to know she felt that way too. “I really am sorry.”
“It’s already forgiven. Now, tell me everything that happened, or more importantly; can you get any of their autographs so I can take them back to Ryan?”
“Oh, I’m pretty sure I can get us seats to any game if he wants to go?”
Kennedy's face was filled with a mixture of shock and joy. “Really?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure they have a family suite or something for wives to sit in.”
This time you watched as that same shocked look turned into confusion. “I’m not following you?”
“Well…I kind of sort of…” Kennedy might be your best friend, who knew you better than yourself, but you still didn’t know how to tell her this. It was always easiest to just rip the bandaid off, you supposed. “That is…I got married last night.”
“YOU WHAT?”
“Little louder, Kenny I don’t think they heard you at the Bellagio.”
“I’m sorry but you cannot just drop that bomb on me and expect me not to shout at you like you lost your damn mind.” Ok, she had a point. You had in fact lost your mind and your memory. Damn alcohol. “You need to tell me everything right now.”
It took you a half hour to tell Kennedy all the details of what had happened with Jacob. She was stunned, to say the least. In the end, the only thing she wanted to know was if you were now her matron of honor instead of maid. Leave it to Kennedy to make you laugh at a time like this. She agreed to keep your marriage a secret from the other girls and you hoped that she didn’t blurt it out like she did your little sexcapade with Superman, though she insisted that all of you meet up with Jacob and some of his teammates that night.
Like you, Jacob had only told one other person about what happened that night, his friend and teammate Chris; to everyone else, it just seemed as though you two were very interested in one another. At the end of the night, you were fumbling back into his suite, divesting him of every garment he had on, while he did the same to you. The next morning, you said your goodbyes but decided to keep in touch. Jacob promised you there would be tickets with your name on them anytime you wanted them in Vancouver and that he’d definitely see you when he was in LA. It was something you were definitely looking forward to. Despite the whole marriage debacle, or maybe because of it, you had to say that your trip to Las Vegas was one you were definitely going to remember for a lifetime.
Twenty-four hours later, when you were back in your own place, still trying to rehydrate from the past seventy-two hours, is when you received a phone call from Jacob. He called to make sure that you got back to Los Angeles and that everything was fine. It was actually kind of sweet. It was about sixteen hours after that, that you found yourself calling him after his first practice. One conversation rolled into the next and so on until you were talking at least twice a day. He talked about hockey and his life in Sweden as well as Vancouver, while you told him about LA and your job there. Family and friends were a topic that came up often, almost to a point that you felt as if his teammates were your friends as well. Sure, there were the occasional nights where phone sex ended up taking place, though you had to admit it was much better than some of the dates you’d gone on in the past. If one was on the outside looking in, they probably wouldn’t understand why you were actually going through with the divorce. That thought didn’t stop you from signing the documents and sending them back to Jacob though.
As the season started, Jacob still made time to talk to you every day. He even started to wonder if the circumstances had been different and the two of you had met in Vancouver or LA, would you be an actual couple at this point. He had to admit that your conversations were the highlight of his day. You were smart and funny with a wit about you that he enjoyed, and well to say that you were attractive was a complete understatement in his book. If Jacob was being honest with himself, you were his ideal woman.
Which is why when the divorce papers came in, almost a month after he met you, he simply threw them on his desk and vowed to take them to his attorney soon. Unfortunately, he forgot he had an extended road trip coming up, which made him forget about them completely. They only crossed his mind once while he was gone when you’d asked him if he got them. He tried to make a mental note to remember them when he got home, but not only did they slip his mind, but they also got buried in a mountain of mail on his desk.
The following week when he got home was a bit crazy. He missed a night in calling you when a game went into overtime. When he tried to the next day you didn’t answer. Jacob tried not to give it too much thought or take it personally, though his mind told him differently. He knew that you had a big ad campaign coming up and that work had started to consume your life. He just hoped it wasn’t with some hot male stripper or movie star.
When you didn’t answer the phone the following three days, Jacob started to believe that what the two of you had or were starting to have, never really existed. He had resigned himself that he’d probably never see or hear from you again. Oh, how he was wrong.
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can i just say something. can i give you a series of mental images. imagine with me for a moment. susie walking alone on the street in hometown, head high but slightly uncertain. she is much younger than we know her presently, but she wears her quintessential jacket. she’s practically drowning in it, but she is careful to keep the bottom from dragging. she’s not the biggest fan of school, but she can’t wait to make some friends and play with them in their free time. it is her first day at this new school, and she is excited.
the same shot happens, but things have changed slightly. susie is less walking and more stomping to school. she has shot up in height and general frame, but she’s still not the susie we know her as. she wears a pair of jeans that are a few inches too short, leaving them hovering between pants length and capris length. her neck is forward and her nostrils are flared, resembling a train barreling down the track. her bangs have yet to hide her eyes, so you can see tears clinging to the corners. she can’t get rid of the whispers rattling around her head; talking about her, how weird she is, how scary she is, how the other kids are afraid of her. she didn’t even Do anything!! the kid who pushed her started the fight!! but nobody wants to listen to her, and she is a flaming ball of rage over this injustice. it is another year of school, and she is Not happy about it.
the same shot, only now it’s raining. susie is who we know susie to be now—tall and large and intimidating. she hangs her head and lets her bangs obscure her vision; all to give her a more “dont fuck with me” image. her backpack drags on the ground, collecting mud and dirt. she is drenched. silently, she wishes she had someone to walk with her to share in this crappy day. or at least an umbrella. but there’s no one for her. there never has been. it’s another year of school, and she is resigned to her fate.
the same shot, but different again. now, she is no longer alone. kris walks beside her, nodding along as she very animatedly describes a show she’s been watching with noelle. her jacket is the same, but she has new jeans and a new shirt. (she still has yet to pay toriel back for the new outfit, but she has a feeling toriel wouldn’t take it anyway) her head no longer hangs or just out, but sits comfortably on her shoulders. held high. you can see her eyes, and they are twinkling with silent joy. she knows noelle will be waiting by her locker with that sweet smile as she asks how susie slept. she knows berdly will loudly announce how last nights gaming extravaganza was NOT a testament to his cs:go prowess and her and kris should call him again for round two. she knows classes will be hard and kinda boring, but the thought of it all coming to end fills her with a strange excitement that she hasn’t felt since childhood. it is her last year of school, and she finally feels home in hometown.
(sorry for my insanity but susie has been my fav for years and u remind me constantly abt how susie is The character of all time)
*voice cracking* okay
no but seriously. oh my god. susie. susie my darling. my sweet daughter. AAAAAAAAA her character growth means the universe to me and this captures it so perfectly.. she's happy. she's okay. she's surrounded by people who love her and she loves them, too. she never thought she'd find a place to belong, but it's right here. with her friends. her friends are her Home 💗💗💗💗💗
and if you don't mind i think i'll have to draw something for this. in a little while. once i figure out how i want to capture susie in my art style. thank you so m
#i also have commissions to focus on so i cant take on a big project like this atm but in a couple weeks or so. yeah. wow#my one purpose in this life is to remind everyone that susie is the best character ever. and i'm so glad i'm accomplishing that#i simply think that SUSIE#ALSO BERDLY'S CS:GO GAMING PROWESS RKGKDDJFKSJFJDF CANT STAND HIM (affectionate)#mailbox#💖#fave
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Patreon Masterlist
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writing count: 78 pieces
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Multi-Part Series | One Shots | Drabbles | Extras
* Unwavering (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) - 6.5k, the one where harry cheats (again)
"Right. Maybe we can go out tonight to grab some dinner," She suggested, a hopeful glint in her eyes and he almost felt guilty for putting her on the back burner of his mind.
"I really have to go, baby," Peeking his head around her frame, he spotted the untouched toast and apple juice resting on where he should be. "I'm sorry."
^ + Roommate Series (3) (4) (5) (6) - 9.8k, the one where harry and y/n are roommates
He sighed, “I finished my coffee ages ago. I was just waiting for you to finish studying so we could leave together and go home,” Y/N dropped her fingers from his wrist, slouching the slightest bit as butterflies attacked her stomach.
“Don’t look at me like that. I just wanted you to get home safe,” He nudged her forehead with the ball of his palm, his face contorting to annoyance.
^ + Notes on Camp (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) - 16.5k, the one where harry and y/n are camp counsellors
Y/N looked around to be met with puckered lips and clenched hands as the campers practically requested for her to kiss their favourite counsellor. Wide, hopeful stares were willing her to commit.
“Alright, alright,” She bent her upper body to reach his cheek, licking over her lips once before pressing it on his skin. It was only a quick peck and then she pulled back. He stayed unmoving.
Jacky and Emy poked their finger at him on opposite sides. His cheek dimpling with their small indents. “Maybe you should do it again?”
* Friends Don't (1) (2) (3)- 3k, the one where lines are crossed
“It’s Harry Styles fanfiction on Tumblr,” She suggested a conversation, shyly smiling in embarrassment.
“I can see that,” He murmured, using his thumb to scroll through the rest of the story, “It’s . . . interesting. People write these about me?” His retort made the situation seem like an utter surprise.
* Digress, Progress, Regress Series - 5k, the one where harry falls out of love
Y/N wondered if there was a chance to fixing what has been lost--what has disappeared as the canvas soaked through in a permeated osmosis. Coating the brush of blue with white paint took several layers to completely cover the mistakes. There had to be an effort in wanting to make the faults and errors completely opaque from the eye; the bleary, watery irises soaked with tears, dampening her lashes in a thick haze as she cried.
Tickle Fights (1) - 1.2k, the one where bff!y/n teases harry about his boner
“What’s going on here, Harry?” The light tone of her voice indicated that she was teasing him, paired with the subtle movements of her lower half.
Harry whined in response, feeling the blood rush downwards to make him even stiffer.
“Does this feel good? Got hard over me straddling you, huh?” It was almost degrading, the way Y/N formed her question yet Harry couldn’t help a whimper from lingering in the air. He nodded, hands sliding down to grip at her moving hips.
Real Mature (1) (2) - part two is patron exclusive! - 603 words, the one where bff!harry and y/!n fight
“You shouldn’t have. I’m sorry for being bitter about you and Ruby,” She rested her forearms on his shoulders in a slant when he stood to his full height. “I know you’re happy with her,”
Harry gave her a shy smile that confirmed his words. Ruby is someone special to Harry now and Y/N had to learn how to share his time, attention, and affection.
“I reckon I’m just missing you a lot more now,” Y/N’s tone was sad and despondent, trailing her gaze to the floor where she almost chuckled at Harry’s fuzzy bunny slippers which she had gotten him.
^ Fine Line Series: Adore You - 1.1k the one where harry and y/n are friends with benefits
Still, with her back against the wall and Harry’s fingers still gripping her hips—she waited for his response.
I told you I loved you. Say it back, Y/N thought.
“I love her, Y/N,” He mumbled against her neck in a drunken stupor.
So close.
Kinkmas Blurbs (1 - 7) - 4.6k, the one where it’s all smutty
Maybe it was the way that his jaw ticked harshly every time he threw his head back at a particularly good stroke. You wondered what he was imagining that had him bucking his hips to his fist before realizing that the movements would probably cause you to wake up. Still, his hooded lids didn’t peel open—not until a core shaking fondle of his heavy balls forced a choked whine out of his throat.
Harry’s neck snapped to your figure, catching the way you looked at him as if you were in distress that he wasn’t cumming anytime soon—not when you were there, willing and able to help.
“Fuck, love. ‘M sorry,” He mumbled, not stopping the flicks of his wrist. In fact, you swore that you could hear the squelching of his clear pre-cum squishing between his fingers.
The Secretary (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) 11k, the one where harry is the CEO and y/n is the assistant (cheating fic)
Two months ago, Y/N unburied a not-so-hidden secret that Harry tried to bury. Two months ago, Y/N walked in on her boyfriend and his secretary fucking on his office table. Two months ago, Y/N experienced everything from pain and discomfort, to disappointment and being scornful. She threaded the line of confronting him or waiting for the day he came forward and admitted it himself. There was a desire for Y/N to see Harry sweat beneath her beady eyes, watching him scratch the back of his pants in a nervous manner. She wanted to hear him stutter as he spat an excuse, she yearned to see him pleading with his gorgeous green eyes for her to stay. Y/N craved for his throat to close up, whimpers choked from his trachea because he was losing his stability as she walked away from him.
(s) Tension (1) (2) - 5.3k, the one where harry and y/n hate each other
“S’that why you hate me so much?”
His fingertips tapped his thigh methodically, crumpling a faint thud against his jeans. With how close they were sitting, Y/N’s bare knee brushed against his clothing. A burn of desire and anticipation lit inside of her like a dose of gasoline another in a flaming hot fire.
Harry shook his head, “Don’t hate you."
Champagne Problems- 4.4k, the one where marriage is a sensitive topic, the 1 - coming soon!
The freshly popped bottle of champagne poured into the flute on the table beside her bubbled and simmered, the sizzling reaction of the golden liquid ignited a moment of realization within her. The reason why her body felt more weighted, why tears filled her glazed eyes, pricking her corneas and threatening to spill down her face. Y/N’s heart had cracked–she was certain that everybody around her could hear it.
One Shot
(s) Achy Back - 813 words, the one where harry draws y/n a bath
A pout sat on her face as Harry stopped himself from ducking his head and catching her plush lips with his, craving the sweet taste of her and her strawberry lip balm. Her arms wrapped around his snatched waist, halting his breath at the tightness of her embrace and settling for a kiss on her forehead, the scent of her shampoo wafting in his nostrils, knowing that she had taken shower hours prior.
A Letter to the Man I’ve Loved - 1.5k, the one where harry receives a letter from his ex
Is it really worth it to look back in retrospect about ‘what had been’ when she can think about ‘what could have been’ if both of them realized their faults? Granted, he was more resilient in that sense than her, but he was no better at the time. She made mistakes and it had haunted her to this day, practically killing her with each moment she spent without him by her side.
Renegade - 981 words, the one where harry and y/n do a tiktok dance
“What are y’doing?” Harry asked, his eyes wide as his large palms ruffled the fluffy towel on his damp curls. The steam from the bathroom escaped to your bedroom where you were panting with effort, your chest heaving so hard that the peaks of your breasts rose with each breath.
“Uh, what are you doing?” You retorted slowly, hiding your hands behind your back were your fingers gripped your phone. Your thumb dug hard on the volume bottom, frantically trying to decrease the music from the phone speaker.
(s) Drop the Towel - 644 words, the one where harry does the ‘drop the towel’ challenge
You gasped at the sight, the knife clanging on the marble counter, “Ooh, hi there,”
He smirked cockily, watching your eyes observe his body, tongue subconsciously peeking out between your lips until you snapped your head to the window, “Oh my god! There are people out there, Harry!” You wailed in alarm, bending over to hand him his towel.
All I Ask - 2.2k, the one where feelings aren’t mutual
“I don’t want to be scared of what will happen tomorrow or if all we have is right now because we’ll have nothing left but I am,” A sob ripped through his throat, emotions were heightened tenfold because she was so close yet so far and they were still Harry and Y/N but at the same time they weren’t. They’ve changed over the span of one night. “All we have is tonight,”
Little Prince - 583 words, the one where 7-year-old harry takes care of his best friend
“Y/N? Y/N! Are you okay? I’m so so sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen. I swear I wasn’t mad at you, I was just jok- Why are you smiling?” Harry yelped, panic evident in his shrill voice. His hands wandered towards her face, tilting it left to right, up and down, searching for any visible and invisible injuries besides the bump on her forehead.
Stressed Out - 1.8k, the one where y/n has a huge term paper due
“What d’ya mean I don’t get it?” He closed the paperback, making sure to clip in his bookmark to save his spot.
A pregnant pause slithered the room. Her fingers typing against the keys of her laptop ceased as she shot him a glare, “You’re not studying, are you? All you do is write songs, fiddle with a few instruments and sing it in front of people who adore you,”
Valentine’s Day - 1.5k, the one where harry runs into trouble and y/n is there to save him
“Shit! Are you crazy?” Y/N gasped in surprise when the passengers seat was occupied, the door opening and slamming shut all while the car moved at a speed of 15 km/h —cursing her forgetfulness for not clicking the locks shut.
“Keep driving!” The passenger shouted, looking back through the windshield.
Dream With Me - 1.3k, the one where y/n has trouble sleeping
Harry’s admiration gets interrupted when a sudden jolt took over Y/N’s body. He dropped his mouth open a little in shock, rubbing her back soothingly when she whimpered quietly, “Shh, it’s okay. You’re safe with me,” She must have had experienced one of those moments when she was falling until her vision drooped to a shaded black.
Pet Name - 1.2k, the one where bff!harry just wants y/n to call him by his pet name again
His voice emulated a soft, syrupy tone that lingered in the air whenever he spoke. He was the colour honey itself–golden and yellow like the colour of the sun. Harry was bright in its sense of intelligence and the way he illuminated the whichever room he entered. His kindness catered to everyone’s needs and left pieces of his heart wherever he went.
Harry was honey.
Shave - 768 words, the one where harry helps y/n shave her coochie
She sniffles some more, “I’m trying to shave, H. It’s so itchy but I-I can’t reach down there,”
Y/N began to sob. The rattle of the razor clanking on the bathtub floor where she sat her bum on the edge. Her baby bump was causing her to teeter over the porcelain which urged Harry to swiftly plant his hands on her to keep her steady.
“I’m so huge! I’m the size of a house,” Y/N palmed the crest of her bump, rubbing it loosely as she admired the stretched skin yet slightly wishing that it would disappear and she was holding their baby in her arms instead.
(s) Don’t Worry, Darling - 1.5k, the one where y/n rides harry
He slipped down the headboard, resting his back flat on the mattress with Y/N sliding with him. She positioned her feet to rest near his knees, wrapping their limbs together so she could have some sort of sanity whilst Harry incepted on his shattering thrusts. Feet were planted on the mattress to give his lower half elevation to propel his hips against Y/N’s core. Harry’s fingers left white marks on her skin, gripping the plush flesh and essentially spreading Y/N open as he rapidly shoved his dick over and over inside of her with no signs of slowing down. He staggered for a few moments when her pulsing core emitted dazing throbs over his leaking cock but Y/N was quick to duplicate and resume the pace he had set with the movement of her hips.
To Be Loved - 2.3k, the one where y/n’s feelings are more than friendly
“I love you. Don’t you love me back?”
Harry’s eyes visibly widened, clearly taken aback by the question spewing from Y/N’s mouth. Her heat cheeks and a shy stance; knees knocking against his knobby ones while her dainty hands interlaced her fingers.
Revelation - 2.1k, the one where famous!y/n and harry are spotted together (pre-relationship)
Before there were Harry and Y/N--the power couple--there was Harry and Y/N.
Y/N, who was one of the most sought after female artists in the industry because of her angelic voice. The woman who had managed to catch the lingering stares of every household and the ears of many listeners with her truthful songs; narrative from the experiences she had gone through and shared through the art of songwriting.
Harry, who was quite the artist for the night. Harry’s limbs were being pulled metaphorically every which to ensure that the cameras captured him clapping respectfully in the audience. Others were asking him to stay for a bit more time backstage for content for an upcoming video. Right now, he was sat in his uncomfortable chair beside a handful of producers and well-known singers. A brief hug and whisper with Ariana Grande were enough for their fans to implode about a possible collaboration, granted that Harry had written a song for her album before. But Harry was certain that that feature wasn’t coming for a long while.
Apple Cheeks - 1.1k, the one where harry says something and y/n isn’t listening
Clearing his throat, he began, “I love you, Y/N. And I know that it might be too soon considering how short our relationship has been so far but I-I really do have strong feelings for you,”
Harry dropped his gaze as soon as he managed to peel off the first three words from his hoarse throat. “You don’t have to say it back. I just wanted to let you know that I really care for you and me. I definitely something for us in the future and I hope you feel the same,”
Dreadful seconds shivered up Harry’s spine. His stare was still fixed on her shuffling feet and the floor. It was painful to hear nothing but silence so Harry decided to courageously lift his head up.
Affliction - 1.5k, the one where Harry breaks down (TW: depressive thoughts)
It wasn’t even that Harry did not know how to say ‘no’ because he truly did. However, anyone would be worn-out by the amount of exhaustion carried on his back. That cold shudder of loneliness--even when he wasn’t alone-- because nobody shared the experience of defeat with him. The twitch of his ears straining to listen when nobody would do the same for him. A subtle jerk of the corners of his lips because he could not keep the smile plastered on his face like paint chipping off the drywalls. The flutter of tired lids waiting to be shut tightly as tears were wrung from his green eyes, lashes tickling his skin underneath the violent colour of his eye bags.
From the Dining Table - 748 words, the one where y/n’s new boyfriend looks a lot like harry
Y/N wondered if her former lover shared the same thoughts as she did. The girl that he woke next to—was she still there? Did they share the bed together—not just in the morning—but the nights as well? If so, did Harry love her like he did with Y/N? Or was he just pretending to be okay like she was?
Blanket for Two - 990 words, the one where y/n kicks harry out of bed
And now, Harry was in bed with the woman he loves. Her light snores echoing in the dim room and he was staring up at the ceiling, shivering in his bones. If she were awake, Y/N probably would have made a snide, joking comment about how he shouldn’t sleep naked, especially in the winter. Not like she didn’t do that either--she was practically naked with the thin camisole over her body. The difference was that Y/N had an extra layer of blanket keeping her warm, shielding her skin from the night air and Harry only had the friction of his palms rubbing against his arms. He was sure that he was a hint away from his teeth chattering. Harry had half the mind to dip his freezing feet beneath the blanket and jolt her awake with the change in temperature.
That’ll show her, he thought.
Around 1:32 - 3.2k, the one where y/n has a wet dream
“What?” Harry spat, tugging his shirt over his head, waiting for you to form a coherent excuse. “‘Think that jus’ because you woke up horny from a dream that y’can touch yourself? What a slut. Are you that desperate?”
Your cheeks flamed at his words of degradation, doubling your arousal and one that had you smushing your thighs together to relieve the ache. You rolled your eyes as he continued his rant instead of using the time to keep you satisfied. That was his job, wasn’t it? To make you cum and make you feel nothing but pleasure, yet here he was shaming you for touching yourself. Granted, you did it without his permission and done so while he was asleep beside you, but still.
“Wouldn’t have touched myself if you treated me well.”
+ Stories in My Eyes - 1.2k, the one where dad!Harry gets woken up in the middle of the night
And while he liked to think that he had gotten the hang of—quite literally— his kid dangling on his leg like some sort of koala, pulling on his hair every time he gave Beau a piggy back ride, and the random visits late at night where the small child would stand at the doorway with his teddy bear so quietly only to say, “Can I sleep with you and mumma?” He was not at all prepared for tonight’s’ events.
+ Feather Boa - 1.5k, the one where harry comes home after the Grammys
Y/N rolled her eyes, “Oh, stop that!”
“Stop what?” Harry nudged the strap of his custom tote bag higher on his shoulder.
“You just won a Grammy, you goose!”
Harry’s gaze softened, endeared at how happy Y/N was for him. She was jumping on the tips of her toes, hands clasped in front of her as she stared at him with admiration and awe.
(s) Roughed Up - 2.8k, the one where harry’s domestic and y/n’s mind wanders
You whimper in return, almost collapsing straight on his body when Harry uses your body to move you up and down his cock. His curls flop on the soft pillow beneath his head, sweat matting the tiny hairs to his face. The way he looks at you with such intensity and a certain kind of awe as if he couldn’t believe that this was really happening is rewarding. Hooded eyes observing how your body twitches in his grip, gasping at how strong he felt underneath you like you were merely a ragdoll to be played wit
Pudding Cups - 1k, the one after harry steals food from the kitchen (Notes on Camp Extras)
“So is it common practice for counsellors to steal food from the kitchen?”
Harry lifts his head up at inquiry, shifting his attention from gently taking out the contents of the reusable bag towards Y/N. She was laying on his mattress, flat on her back as she stared at the wooden ceiling. If she looked closely, Y/N was sure that his light bulb was flickering the tiniest bit and usually, she would’ve been freaking out over the fact that she was in the middle of the woods, hovering over a potential power cut. But the fear subsided once she reminded herself that Harry was around.
“Hopefully not,” He muses with a suggestive eyebrow.
Drabbles:
(s) Drabble #1: Fratboy!Harry - 469 words, the one where y/n meets fratboy!harry at a party
Y/N snapped her head towards the member. When she applied for the rush, she didn’t expect that she would have to sleep with someone in order to officially join the sorority. “What? Why him?
Sadie chuckled, sensing the panic in her voice. “Don’t worry, Harry’s nice. Besides, everybody does it,” She swirled her drink around, mixing the liquids together. Her lashes draped over her cheeks, almost touching the apples. “Are you in?”
Drabble #2: Asshole!Harry - 848 words, the one where harry cheats
You were calm, silent, and patient to see where he would take the conversation. Guilt was not present when you stood face to face in a battle of tranquility that pierced through your heart. His eyes gleamed in concealed smugness while his tongue curled in endless apologies. You knew him too well that he didn’t even stand a chance to hide his true intentions. But to Harry, you were a naive little girl that failed to acknowledge the difference between his acting and the truth.
(s) Drabble #3: Tease - 1.4k, the one where harry teases y/n
Harry plunged two fingers in her hole carefully, biting his lip to suppress the sound he was bound to release from the feeling of her wet walls suffocating his digits. He delivered punctual thrust, making sure to graze her sensitive spot to heighten her arousal. “Harry,”
He stepped back abruptly, pulling his fingers out and creating distance between them. “We have dinner to get to,”
(s) Drabble #4: Dessert - 1.7k, the one where y/n makes dinner but harry wants dessert
His thoughts were always about her no matter how hard he tried not to. And the fact that she took the time out of her day to prepare him something that he will enjoy; well, Harry’s heart just about swelled up to three times the size in his thumping chest.
She pulled away, shaking her head adamantly, “No way! I spent all day cooking and you’re not gonna skip it just to eat my pussy,”
He the corners of his eyes squinted in offence at her description, “Your pussy’s top tier, baby.” Harry ‘tsked’ his tongue, “If yeh didn’t know that already, then I’m doing a horrid job,”
(s) Drabble #5: Mine - 579 words, the one where harry is obsessed with y/ns tits
But he couldn’t exactly do that when all Harry wanted to do was do her. The smooth skin was supported by a navy blue push-up bra; he could tell by the lace mesh that he could see peeking out. It gave Y/N every favour because Harry was trying so hard not to let saliva pool in his mouth and drip out in a line of drool, his eyes widening with each movement she made with her arms, jostling her boobs a little bit here and there.
“Hello? Can you hear me?” Y/N waved her arms to catch his attention. A frown creased her brows as he blinked sluggishly before finding enough coherence to recognize that she was trying to talk to him.
(s) Drabble #6: Early Mornings - 1k, the one where harry thinks y/n is prettiest in the morning
“Get to see ya’ when you’re most beautiful,” Harry tickled his nose on hers, smiling at the way the feature scrunched up as she giggled. He groaned at the contractions her walls gave while her tummy flipped in gentle laughter. “Oi! What’s so funny?” He smushed her face with kisses, pausing his thrust halfway through which had her whining.
Drabble #7: Getaway - 952 words, the one where harry is always cold in the mornings
"Y/N, have you taken my purple bathrobe?"
“No,” Y/N tugged the lavender coloured fabric by the sleeves first. Then, by the lapels draping over her chest, drawing them tighter to block the gust of wind currently caressing Harry’s floppy curls.
Twisting his body, a knowing look overtook Harry’s face as Y/N exited the cabin door. The sheepish smile on his lover’s face granting all the information he needed for this morning’s chilly inception.
There she was, clad in the said purple bathrobe.
Drabble #8: A Little Chilly - 451 words, the one where harry sleeps on the couch
“‘S my bed. Dunno why Lydia can’t jus’ stay on the couch,”
“It’s Y/N!” She wailed, walking closer to the doorframe with her arms crossed over her chest.
“Dear, we didn’t know that you were coming home,” Anne tried reasoning with him, not seeing the gravity of the situation as Harry was making it out to be.
Text Messages:
Text Messages #1 - ‘would you love me if I was snail?’
Text Messages #2 - ‘did you know we had a quiz today?’
Text messages #3 - ‘did you steal my hoodie?’
Notes/Behind the Scenes
Notes: Tarnish
Notes: Stressed Out
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Voodoo doll - Draco Malfoy
I don't even like you
Why'd you want to go and make me feel this way?
I don't understand what's happened
I keep saying things I never say
Draco Malfoy despised her. He despised everything she was. He despised mudbloods. He despised Gryffindor's. He despised Harry Potter and his stupid friends.
And yet, Draco Malfoy finds it hard to pull his eyes away, finds it hard to focus on anything other than the way she bites her bottom lip to keep from laughing at something Ron Weasley is muttering to her.
Draco despised Ron. He despises his family. He despises his loud laugh and the way when he glances at her from across the hall he sees Ron chewing with his mouth open. He despises, more than anything else, that Ron seems to always make her laugh. Since first year she had surrounded herself in Weasley's and she seemed to think they were the funniest people walking the earth and Draco despised it.
He also despised the pit of jealousy in his stomach at the way she leans closer to whisper something back to the ginger boy who is smirking wildly. Draco watches as the worst of their little group, Harry, laughs at whatever it is she whispered from his seat next to Ron, styling it into a cough when Professor Flitwick shoots him a disgruntled look. Draco watches as her best friend, a mudblood Draco had no weird and confusing feelings towards, rolls her eyes at her friends laughter.
He continues to watch despite Pansy pawing at him for attention, as she lets out a yawn, stretching a little in her chair and allowing her head to drop to Ron's shoulder. He watches as Harry reaches across and ruffles her hair to which she swiftly leans over Ron, Draco tries to not think about the view this gives Ron, to flick Harry's nose, the entire interaction going unnoticed by the charms professor.
Almost as if she can feel eyes on her, she leans forward a little in her seat, glancing over her shoulder and smirking when she sees the pair of grey eyes staring right back at her.
Their relationship could only be described as confusing.
In first year Draco mercilessly bullied her, although she never seemed to care all that much, content in her little trio that Hermione soon joined, and spending very little time thinking about the boy, although, that would change soon enough. She argued back of course, a strong minded young girl, but it never seemed to get under her skin.
In second year they ignored each other, dirty glares and muttered remarks but Draco backed off her for the most part, he did it because he hated the feeling in his stomach, the way it flipped in excitement when she walked into a room. Without his rude remarks to fight back against she lived blissfully without the boy.
Third year was the worst for everyone else around them. Puberty well and truly hit and she returned to school with boobs, something Draco greatly enjoyed. In turn she developed a weird crush on him, he was taller and his hair was longer and he walked with an undeniably attractive confidence. Neither of them wanted to admit to fancying the other, after all they hated everything about each other, so rather than confronting their own feelings they would fight. They would scream at each other, pick insults that were way too low and yet they both looked forward the the arguments just to be in such close proximity to the other.
In fourth year, at Fred Weasley's suggestion, rather than insulting Draco she would flirt with him constantly. It got under his skin more than any insult, although she didn't realise the reason it did was that it made his heart practically glow. He hated her and she hated him and yet they seemed to always be talking and flirting, yes it often ended in passionate rows but they were some how addicted to each other. Draco lived for the minutes she would bat her eyes lashes at him and smirk widely and for a second he almost let himself feel, almost let himself bask in the emotions, almost let himself ask her to the ball and let go of what everyone would think and say. Until he saw her kissing Dean Thomas in Hogsmeade.
And now, in fifth year, it was a weird combination of it all. They were hot and cold, on and off. One day they'd be flirting, the next ignoring each other, the next screaming at each other in the courtyard. Both feeling so much towards each other and not wanting to process what that meant. No one knew what to expect from them, they didn't even really know what to expect from each other.
But as her eyes fall on Draco she smirks, sending him a wink before turning back to the front of the classroom.
Draco despised how much he looked forward to the flirting days. He also despises the fluttering of his heart at the fact today seems to be just that.
I can feel you watching even when you're nowhere to be seen
I can feel you touching even when you're far away from me
Draco can't help the smirk on his face when he sees her, she's standing in the corridor that leads to the Slytherin common room, a warm glow illuminating her distant figure from the candles lighting the dungeons.
"Lost, darling?" he drawls, his smirk widening when she turns at the sound of his voice
"You wish I was your darling," She taunts
"It's in my dreams every night," He speaks dramatically, glad she doesn't quite seem to pick up on the element of truth behind it.
"Well for that I can't say I'm surprised," She grins, the gap between them has closed and she stands now only a small distance from him. A distance so close he could extend his arm, wrap it around her waist and pull her flush against him. He forces himself to drop that thought. "What're you doing out so late Malfoy?" She questions, smirk ever present on her face.
"I could ask you the same thing," He comments, eyes scanning her, greedily taking in her body. He would tattoo the image to his mind if he could.
"I asked first,"
"Prefect's rounds," He shrugs, she smirks even wider
"Well of course the uptight self proclaimed Slytherin prince is on his prefect rounds,"
"I live to serve my house," He mocks, enjoying the small giggle that she treats him too, enjoying the fact it was him making her laugh and not a stupid Weasley. "So, why are you out so late and wondering so far from your tower? Anyone would think you were looking for someone," He smirks expectantly
"That would be my secret Slytherin boyfriend," She chimes, for a second his heart stings until he notices the mischievous glint in her eyes.
"And here I was thinking that I was your favourite Slytherin," He speaks slowly, a low tone that makes her knees weak
"Whatever gave you the impression you were my favourite anything?" She questions
"We both know you have a soft spot for me darling, no need to deny it,"
"Draco Malfoy, I utterly and truly hate you,"
"Same to you," His tone is sharper than before, his heart hurting in his chest, until she shoots him a small smile. "You still haven't told me why you're out of bed. I should punish you," His tone is low again and she can't convince herself he doesn't know what he's doing.
"Oh you'd like that wouldn't you Malfoy?" She chimes, he gulps a little, but remains cool.
She reaches up, pushing her weight onto her tippy toes, face so close he could feel her breath on his skin readjusting the silver and green prefects badge pinned to his front, straightening it before drawing away. "I should get going, Harry'll have a fit if I'm late," She comments, Draco wonders what she could possibly be doing that involved Harry so late and in the dungeons, he questioned why they wouldn't have walked together. He seethes at the idea of her leaving his company to go to Harry's.
She turns and walks away, leaving Draco staring after her. She turns back once she reaches the end of the corridor. "Dream of me Malfoy," She calls, her voice light, before she turns around the corner and disappears from his sight.
Draco had no doubt that he would do just that and he absolutely hates it.
Tell me where you're hiding your voodoo doll 'cause I can't control myself
I don't wanna stay, I wanna run away but I'm trapped under your spell
Draco isn't sure why he can't wipe the thought of her out of his head, he just knows he doesn't like it.
He doesn't like that he finds his eyes scanning every room he enters in case she's there. He doesn't like that his breath catches in his throat when she smiles at him from across the room. He doesn't like that his friends seemed to have picked up on the entire situation.
"Who would of thought a mudblood would be the one to turn Malfoy soft," Blaise smirks widely as they sit in the library
"You don't know what you're talking about Zabini," Draco snaps, his eyes give him away though. They're trained on the girl three tables down.
She's resting her head in her hands, looking mildly exasperated as Fred and Ron argue in front of her. Each boy earning dirty looks from the librarian due to their loud volume, she smirks a little at something Fred says that seems to anger Ron even more and Draco's stomach flips at the sight, she yawns, stretching in her seat a little and it's then that Draco notices how tired she seems.
Sensing eyes on her she looks away from the boys, eyes quickly falling on Draco, she surprises him a little when instead of sending him a cold glare or dramatic wink she's seemingly a little more honest than usual, sending him a small smile.
His heart feels like it's being squeezed, he's struggling to find air in his lungs and he hates the feeling, he hates that it's her that caused it, he hates that he wants to feel it over and over again.
He vows in that moment to stop. Stop letting himself fall for her.
He doesn't return her smile, instead fixing her his usual cold glare, before turning to Blaise "Never let me go soft for her again," He mutters, Blaise chuckles under his breath
"You're already soft Malfoy," Theo comments
"Shut up. I don't and won't have feelings for a dirty fucking mudblood," Draco scoffs, turning back to his book with a new found bitterness in his chest.
And it hurts in my head and my heart and my chest
And I'm having trouble catching my breath
Won't you please stop loving me to death?
He doesn't so much as spare her a glance for the next week. No matter how badly his heart longs for him to turn his head at the sound of her voice, no matter how much he wants to kiss her when he sees her laughing in Hogsmeade, no matter how much he wants to tell her to shut up and stop asking for trouble when she talks back at Professor Umbridge.
As much as she denies Hermione's constant pestering about her crush on the Slytherin boy she had come around as of late to admit it to herself. That's why it infuriates her so much. How dare he choose to just suddenly act as if she doesn't even exist.
"Look, it's your boyfriend," George comments, shoving into her side a little as she walks between the twins on her way down to the Hufflepuff V Ravenclaw quidditch game.
"I'll meet you down there," She announces, storming away from the twins with a determined rage in her heart
Draco is leaning against a wall outside a class room that lays empty due to it being a Saturday. The minute he feels a hand wrap around his wrist he moves to tell whoever it is to fuck off, but his heart warms at the sight of her as she pulls him into the class room, slamming the door behind them.
He reminds himself of his resolve to ignore her and despite desperately wanting to kiss her, he attempts to move out of the room.
"Don't even think about it Malfoy," She spits out, arms crossing over her chest
"What the fuck do you want?"
"To know why you suddenly seem to have forgotten I exist!" She demands, voice growing louder with her anger.
"I need to go and meet Pansy," He states, tone as cold as ice
"We both know you fucking hate pugface,"
"I haven't forgotten you exist. You have forgotten your place," He informs, his voice dangerously haughty and she can just tell whatever he says next is going to piss her off
"Well why don't you do the honour of reminding me?" She demands
"You're a dirty mudblood who's associated with blood traitor's and wizarding embarrassments alike. So clearly your place is below mine," He reels off
"No, that is incorrect. You are a self centred, self loathing, pretentious arse with raging daddy issues and given we are both human beings we are on the same fucking level! Don't you ever think you are superior to me!"
"You don't deserve a second of my time!" He argues back, voice raising out of anger. The anger is clearly more at himself, because it's true, he was raised believing people like her didn't deserve a second thought and yet she was all he could think about.
"Then why are you so infatuated by me? Why do you care so much about trying to hurt me! If I'm nothing to you why do-"
His lips slam against hers. Cutting her off as his hands push her backwards against the wall behind her. He kisses hard and fast and groans when she returns it, her hands going to his hair that she'd want to run her finger through for as long as she could remember.
"What the fuck was that?" She demands, the second Draco pulls away, he groans loudly
"What the fuck do you think you idiot?"
"A kiss," She mumbles quietly and god does it make Draco's heart skip a beat
"Obviously," He snaps, suddenly feeling insecure because christ what if she had never wanted this and what if it hand't been everything she'd been dreaming of and what if he misread everything and she really did just hate him and now he-
"Do it again," Her demand silences the voices in his head and his lips are back on hers in a heart beat.
I don't even see my friends no more
'Cause I keep hanging out with you
I don't know how you kept me up all night
Or how I got this tattoo
Draco lives for the moments he makes her laugh. Eveything else melts away and it's just her, pressed against his chest in whatever broom cupboard he's tugged her into, giggling as he smiles widely, shushing her a little when her laugh rings louder, not wanting to ruin their secret rendezvous.
"You look really beautiful," He smiles gently, it's late at night and Draco had dropped a note on her Potions desk that morning asking her to meet him in the astronomy tower that night.
She'd shown up with a giddy grin and a bag full of snacks. He'd been waiting, wrapped in a blanket that he was quick to offer her half of. She'd accepted with a smile and her heart beat a little too fast when his scent wrapped around her shoulder.
"So do you Malfoy,"
"Think we are past the surnames thing now darling," He grins
"Took our time getting here," She comments, moving her head to rest it on Draco's shoulder
"Well, I blame that on your bad taste in friends," He teases, a playful smirk on his face as she rolls her eyes
"I'd put it on your blood and house supremacy," She shrugs making him laugh
"It probably was mostly that," He admits, she hadn't meant anything by it and truly didn't hold anything against Draco
"Hey, it's in the past," She smiles, he nods, glancing down at her as she grins back up. He can't help himself from pressing his lips down to hers.
I can feel you watching even when you're nowhere to be seen
I can feel you touching even when you're far away from me
"So are you guys dating?" Hermione whispers, it was very unlike her to be talking during class but she was clearly much more interested in her friends sneaking around then whatever Professor Binns is clamouring on about at the front of the room.
"No, I've told you a million times 'Mione, it's casual," She speaks, ignoring the way Hermione rolls her eyes.
Casual.
It was a word that she couldn't get out of her head.
She'd questioned Draco on what they were actually doing one day when he'd snuck her into his prefect dorm. He had blanched for a second, stammering over his words, announcing something about secrets and casual flings and she'd figured it best not to push it any further. She'd rather have that than nothing.
Draco Malfoy was utterly addictive and the thought of loosing his presence didn't sit right so she would take what she could get.
Draco on the other hand was furious.
He hadn't expected her to question what they were, kind of assuming she would naturally know that he had liked her forever and as much as he wasn't ready for the backlash of publicly dating. He had been hers for years and he'd kind of hoped she felt the same.
That's why he had frozen. Been so surprised by the question that he'd lied. Trying to sound cool and act like he didn't spend his every waking moment thinking about her.
"That's so ridiculous. You clearly care for him," Hermione protests, both girls are now staring at the back of Draco's head a few rows in front of them
"I'm not denying that," She reminds
"So tell him that you don't want to be casual,"
"It was his choice Hermione, not mine, alright?" She snaps. Hermione sighs but drops the subject turning back to the chalk board at the front of the class, sensing her best friend doesn't want to continue with this conversation.
Tell me where you're hiding your voodoo doll 'cause I can't control myself
I don't wanna stay, I wanna run away but I'm trapped under your spell
She smiles when he enters the empty class room, it's late on a Friday night and most students were in their common rooms or dorms relaxing with their friends meaning the couple had enough freedom to meet up without it being the middle of the night.
"Hi there," She grins, pushing herself off the desk she had been perched on
"Fancy seeing you here," He smirks, she rolls her eyes as he arrives in front of her, his lips finding hers and kissing gently before he pulls away, chuckling when her lips chase after his.
"Good day?" He questions, hand reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear
"Alright, Umbridge is a right cow though,"
"Theo mentioned she gave you detention,"
"Yeah cause I was standing too close to Nev apparently," She shrugs, Draco smiles gently, he knew how much she hated the woman and based on how bias she was felt lucky he'd fallen on her good side "How was your day?" She asks
"Alright, Daphne and Theo broke up yet again so that's been all anyone's been talking about all day,"
"Those two are more off and on than a fucking tap," She comments he laughs a little
"They live for the drama," He shrugs, it's when he goes to grab her hand he notices it, the way she winces slightly "You okay?"
"Fine," She nods
"Why did you wince when I grabbed your hand then?" He demands, he doesn't mean to sound quite so harsh and almost angry but he hates that she isn't opening up to her, in honesty he truly just cares and wants to make sure she's okay, but isn't really sure how to go about it.
"I hurt it playing quidditch,"
"You haven't had practice in a week because Angelina's been in the hospital wing," Draco presses
"It's nothing. Just drop it," She snaps but Draco is fiercely protective over the people he cares about and he would be damned if he didn't find out what's going on.
He grabs for her wrist, pulling it closer and he's seen it before she can pull her arm away.
"Who did this?" He demands, the red scarring on her hand faded a little from the lotion George had given her but still a little inflamed
"It doesn't matter,"
"I swear if it was Potter-"
"Are you a fucking idiot?" She demands, snatching her hand away from Draco "Of course it wasn't one of my best friends!"
"Then who?" Draco is practically shouting and wondering how just seconds ago they'd been perfectly fine
"Umbridge," The girl mutters
"She's a teacher! She wouldn't-"
"Oh my god! Draco pull your head out of your arse long enough to realise the world around you isn't fucking perfect! Everything is falling apart and we are on opposite sides and so yes the people who treat you well probably don't do the same to me!" She's shouting now and despite his anger he's starting to realise he may have been wrong, his stubbornness refuses to let him admit that though.
"I'm not an idiot! I know that! but I don't believe that a ministry official and teacher is using illegal physical punishments!" Draco argues, sticking to his argument simply because he won't be the first to back down.
She doesn't even bother to respond instead turning on her heels and marching towards the door
"Wait!" He demands, she stops but doesn't turn around "At least let me help you fix it and we can talk about this,"
"It's none of your concern," She spits out, turning only to glare at him
"And why is that?"
"You aren't my boyfriend Malfoy," She sneers before leaving the room.
And it hurts in my head and my heart and my chest
And I'm having trouble catching my breath
Won't you please stop loving me to death?
Realistically Draco knew she was right. He had been the one who said casual and so yes, he wasn't her boyfriend even if he wishes he was.
So, with this in mind, as he sits in the great hall he wonders why he feels like he's going through a break up.
His chin rests in his hand and a large pout on his face, he sits amongst his friends but doesn't join in the conversation, if they try to include him the only response they receive is icy cold glares and so they leave him to his moping. When he's not glaring at his friends he's staring at her.
She seems fine, although she isn't and it's all one giant and stubborn act. Draco doesn't know this though and it makes him even more mad, had he really been falling for someone who cared so little for him?
She's sat next to Harry, chatting excitedly with Hermione from across the table, Ron is on her other side, talking despite his mouth full of chicken and Draco ignores the feeling of disgust at the sight, deciding looking at her is worth it. Ginny and Neville are on either side of Hermione, seemingly also excited by whatever the group are discussing.
He watches as she smirks, eyebrows wiggling at Ginny as she says something that makes the group laugh, Ginny rolls her eyes and flicks a forkful of peas at the girl before laughing along.
He'd tried a few times over the last week, since he'd so badly ruined what they had going on with his own stubborn ignorance, every time she would ignore him.
If he approached her she would turn and walk in the other direction. She always seemed to have one of her friends by her side, glowering at him when he attempted to talk to her. He would pass her notes and watch as she never even bothered to read them.
It hurt, he wasn't ready to admit it allowed but it did. He resented her stubbornness and his own alongside it for getting them in this position in the first place.
When he finally catches her eye from across the hall, he is pleasantly surprised when she doesn't immediately turn away. He smiles, a small smile that an onlooker wouldn't even notice. She still stares emotionless, almost like she's waiting and he feels that now is his chance, mouth an apology, motion with his head to follow him and get up and leave. All of these would be better plans than just staring right back but that's what he does.
She rolls her eyes, admittedly beginning to feel bad and like maybe she's over reacting but not prepared to back down, before turning back to her friends.
Every time you're near me suddenly my heart begins to race
Every time I leave I don't know why my heart begins to break
Draco hated that for whatever stupid reason she was still friends with her ex-boyfriend. He'd always hated it, but now, staring at her from across the library he hated it.
She was a few tables away, feet tucked under her and a wide smile on her face. Dean was next to her, laughing at whatever she's saying as he flicks through the open text book in front of him.
"Just go and say something," Theo groans, thoroughly sick of his friend moping and complaining
"I'm not her boyfriend," Draco mutters, sighing a little
"Yeah no shit. You're not her boyfriend cause you've been stupid and tried to act like you hate her and then you've been stupid and unable to admit to your own emotions but just walk over there and tell her how you feel and hey presto, you're her fucking boyfriend and we can all stop having to listen to your complaining," Theo rambles
"Don't call me stupid or I'll end you Knott,"
"You have been stupid," Blaise mutters, not bothering to look up from his essay
"Oh you can fuck off and all," Draco snaps, eyes still glued to her and her fellow Gryffindor.
Draco watches as Dean leans across the table, hand cupping her cheek as his thumb swipes across her cheek bone. His entire body feels like it's on fire as she does nothing to stop him, smiling at whatever he says before he pulls his hand away, she leans forward and blows on his thumb and god if Draco doesn't hate the intimacy.
"Okay that's it, I'm going over there," Draco shoves his chair aside as he stands, marching across the hall.
"I need to speak to you," he demands
"Uh, why?" Dean questions, looking at the boy in confusion
"Not you fucking idiot. Why would I want to speak to you?" Draco snaps, arms crossing over his chest
"What do you want Draco?" She snaps, he feels a little relief at her calling him Draco, maybe he hadn't fucked this up as much as he'd thought.
"To talk to you,"
"You are talking to me,"
"Alone,"
"I'm busy," She sighs, turning back to her work
"Not too busy for me," Draco decides, he's expecting her to argue but she rolls her eyes, tells Dean she'll be right back, and marches out of the library knowing he'll follow.
Tell me where you're hiding your voodoo doll 'cause I can't control myself
I don't wanna stay, I wanna run away but I'm trapped under your spell
"So you're dating him again?" Draco interrogates the second they're in an empty, relatively small broom cupboard.
"No I'm not," She returns, pulling the string to turn the light on, a yellowish glow entering the room and wavering a little.
"So, why are you with him?"
"We are friends and we are studying together. I don't assume you're dating Blaise and Theo because you were studying with them do I?"
"Well, they weren't stroking my face,"
"I had an eyelash on my cheek so he got rid of it for me because I kept not getting it," She explains, letting out an exasperated sigh.
Draco feels like an idiot.
"Even if I were dating him it would have nothing to do with you," She adds
"We both know that's not true," He snaps
"You were the one who said you wanted casual and then tried to act like you owned me!"
"I was concerned about you!"
"You accused me of lying when I was honest with you!"
"Well you had just lied to my face and blamed it on quidditch!"
"It's none of you business what happens to me and wethe-"
Once again, Draco cuts her off by slamming his lips against her own. Pushing her against the wall behind her as he kisses her. Hard and fast and god his hands are every where and she can feel her anger melting away as she pulls him impossibly closer by his shirt.
"You should stop kissing me when I'm trying to argue with you," She lets out as he pulls away, breathless as he keeps her caged between his body and the wall
"It's the best way to get you to shut up," He smirks, looking her up and down, eyes full of lust and longing and crap maybe even a little love but she's no where near ready to think about that yet. "For the record it is my business what happens to you,"
"And why is that?"
"I'm your boyfriend now," He announces, pressing one last hot kiss to her lips before pulling away and exiting the cupboard leaving her breathless and flushed, heart melting in her chest.
And it hurts in my head and my heart and my chest
And I'm having trouble catching my breath
Won't you please stop loving me to death?
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Wicked Ones
(A Max Phillips x Reader Smutty One-Shot)
Summary: So, a couple months ago I was sent THIS POST like 900 times by all of you screaming at me because I tagged it as “Max Phillips” so...here it is. This is straight up PWP--Max is the big shot boss that we know and love and you are his long time girlfriend. You both call out in favor of staying home and spending some quality time together--but he has an important meeting that he just can’t miss...no matter what he is doing when he gets the call.
Pairing: Max Phillips x Reader
Word Count: 3k
Warnings/Ratings: NC-17/18+ - smut, pwp, choking, dirty talk, rough, teasing, established relationship, vampireness, slight exhibition kink, hand-over-mouth, having sex while on the phone with your job--MAX. BEHAVE. (spoiler...he doesn’t)
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You weren't sure how this had started. This insane competition between the two of you that seemed to be escalating with each round. It was attributed to the fact that you were both stubborn, cunning, and meticulous in your efforts to please one another. But it had to stop sometime. Right?
If you had to think about it, it probably was your fault. It probably all started on that day you brought him lunch to his office. But it wasn't food that you had in mind. You locked his door, twisted the blinds closed and dropped your black pea-coat revealing the white lingerie that he had gotten you on your anniversary. He seemed to understand then--you were lunch.
He was a walking cliché in the sense that white was his favorite color on you when it came to lacy underthings. He liked the way balconette bras made your breasts into pillows perfect for sleeping, or biting. He liked the way you always wore your panties on top of your garters, meaning he could take them off first and keep the latter on to frame the swell of your perfect ass. And he liked the way the white made you look like something about to be sacrificed, and he was the willing volcano. His second favorite color on you was red...typical.
That day he had spread you out on his desk and eaten your pussy like a man starved. No paperwork was safe from the way you swept your arms above your head when he sucked your clit. Unless they were deaf, you were certain everyone in the office had heard you whine his name as he pounded into you hard enough to make the wooden desk creek with protest. But then again, no one dared say anything because he was the boss. Making you, his girlfriend, untouchable.
This morning you had both called out in favor of staying in bed tangled up with one another. And this was the day you realized you were destined to lose this war.
"Max…" you said breathlessly as you put a hand on the headboard above you to push yourself against him as he pounded into you relentlessly.
"What is it, sweetheart? You like waking up to my big dick? Beats the hell out of going to work--" he grit his teeth and gripped your hips, yanking you down the bed and slamming himself inside of you to the hilt.
"Yesss," you whined, closing your eyes and palming at your own breasts.
It was moments like these that Max made you feel incredibly desirable. His desperate, needy nature in the sack was the exact opposite from his calm and collected management style in the office. You did that. You broke that composure down to its purest form and it was a rush of power so exquisite you coveted it as a prized possession.
“Come here,” he growled as he leaned down and picked you up enough to roll you with him to where you were straddling his lap and he was sitting up against the pile of pillows on your now disheveled bed. His large hand came down on your ass cheek and he grinned. “Fuck yourself on daddy’s dick.”
“Max!” you laughed as you put your hands on his chest. “You did not just call yourself daddy--fuck..” You bit your lip as you started to bounce on his lap, the new position making the movement more intense. The head of him hit the end of you easier and it was a pleasant sharpness deep within your lower abdomen.
“Too much?” he chuckled, and the sound went right to your core.
“You’re always too much.”
“And you love it,” he smirked.
"Nah, I only do this for the extra vacation d-AYS!" You yelp when he pinches your nipple in retaliation for your jest before grinning as you fall into a fit of giggles.
"You're bad, you know that?"
"Says the vampire." Before you can continue to ridicule him, he leans up and kisses you hard, stealing any bite that was left to your words.
His lips were almost as bruising as his fingers that were digging into the soft flesh of where your hips met your ass. You felt the solid press of his fangs inside his mouth and you hungrily asked for more. He opened and gave it to you, letting your tongue trace along his own, and up to his teeth. It had taken a long time to perfect the art of kissing him. You had lost count of the number of times you had nicked your tongue or lip when your mouths and bodies were intertwined. But, Max was a patient man, and it helped that practicing was extremely enjoyable.
He pulled back abruptly and shoved two of his fingers in your mouth, barely giving you time to draw a breath. "Suck--good girl." He grinned and he felt your cunt clench around him as he praised you. His fingers pulled from your lips with a soft pop and he shoved them between your bodies to play with your clit as you continued to ride him.
"S-shit," you breathed, the action bringing you closer to the edge. "Is this my payback for earlier this week?"
"What? That little stunt you pulled in my office?" He shook his head after you gave a nod. "No, your payback for that was me eating that perfect pussy on my desk--now everyone knows how good I make you feel."
Although you knew you should--you didn't care. This was part of that power trip that Max seemed to give you when the two of you fucked. And, well, if anyone did dare to say anything...he would eat them. You were certain he had made it his mission to fuck you all over that corporate building before they sent him to his next assignment at another branch.
"Did Evan hear?" You teased, knowing full well about his past with the previous acting sales manager.
"Why do you think I moved his desk closer to my door?" He snarled and flipped you back over, pinning you to the mattress and jack-hammering his hips against you hard enough to make you cry out.
"Fuck!" You yelled as you dug your nails into his back and held on for dear life. The both of you knew that if you said 'stop', he would, but like hell you wanted him to slow down when your orgasm was so close.
"You good?" He panted as he looked down at your scrunched up face and you nodded.
"Right there. Right-there-right-there-right--" your jumbled pleas fell from your lips in a truly embarrassing manner but you were beyond caring. You were just so close.
His cellphone started to ring on the nightstand to your left and he slowed his hips and the both of you looked at it. The flat black device buzzed so violently that you thought it might fall off the edge. Max continued to piston his hips against the backs of your thighs in such a way that you thought he was going to let it go to voicemail. You should have known better.
"Don't move," he said in a tone that it made you clench around his dick. He groaned as he put his left hand on your lower abdomen as if to hold you down, and leaned over the edge of the bed to grab his bluetooth with his right. "Max Phillips," he said, formally as he slipped the device over the shell of his ear and adjusted his knees back between your thighs. "Yes. Sure, that's fine."
You let out a small huff as you looked up at the ceiling and then back to your boyfriend kneeling between your legs. Surely he wasn't going to just sit there, buried in your cunt while he took a fucking call? The thought made you want to cross your arms at him in annoyance. The both of you had called out for a reason, to avoid your jobs. But despite his skills in delegation, Max was a workaholic--even if he refused to admit it.
"Yeah, I do apologize. I woke up and just felt terrible--"
You raised an eyebrow at him as a small grin slowly overtook his well-kissed lips.
"Is this a good time?" He looked down at you and you started to shake your head, eyes widening as if you could suddenly read his mind. "Actually...it's a perfect time. Fire away."
He thrust forward again, sheathing himself inside you to the hilt and grinning when it made your back bow off of the bed. "Max!" You gasped his name and he put three of his fingers in your mouth, gripping your chin and pushing you back down on the pillows, causing a small gag to come from your throat.
"No, that's just the TV." He chuckled and you swear you felt the sound against your clit. "Yes, I'm sure. I'll turn it down...make sure it's quiet."
You opened your mouth to protest not only the situation but his oh so loving metaphor of speaking about you as an inanimate object. Instead, he leaned forward, clapping his large hand over the bottom half of your face. You yelped against his palm and it just came out incredibly muffled. He put more pressure on your body as he held himself up with one arm and let the full weight of his pelvis and belly press against you as he resumed his thrusts.
"Yeah, I originally told them I wanted thirty percent--"
Your eyes were wide as you looked at him, desperately trying to convey with a look how hard it was to be quiet when he insisted on continuing to rail you. You gripped the sheets on either side of your hips and he shoved your leg up higher with his knees and the tip of his cock stroked that beautiful spot deep within you.
"Mhmm," you moaned against his hand, the sheer patheticness of your own voice shamefully making your libido spike. He had you. This was his show. The bedroom was currently his boardroom and as always he was running it.
"No, that's bullshit," Max shook his head, not even sounding like he was exerting himself in the slightest. "They're trying to low ball you, Ted. We talked about this, remember?"
He removed his hand from your mouth and grabbed a handful of one of your breasts. You arched into his hand, biting your lip as he tweaked your nipple. Obviously only half listening to what was being said on the other side of the device, he gave you a wink and your heart did that mildly annoying flop that it had been doing quite a lot lately. He gave your nipple a small tug and when you squealed, he slapped your tit roughly, stealing the sound from your throat with pure surprise.
"Oh...oh fuck, Max," you breathed quietly, but apparently, not quiet enough because he stopped thrusting.
"Just a minute--yeah, just one second, Ted." He clicked the mute button on his earpiece and looked down at you sternly. "Now, if you can't be quiet, I'll make you be quiet." He gave a deep grind of his hips, pressing his cock slowly back into you and you pressed your lips together in a firm line to stay silent. Max smirked, "There’s a good girl."
Oh, you were going to get him back for this.
Max clicked the button again and said, “Alright, champ. I’m back.” He leaned down and kissed you hard, the press of fangs against your closed mouth, a silent promise that made your clit throb. "Yeah, put him on."
Max pistoned his hips against you as they obviously tried to conference call in a third party. The squeak you gave when he hiked your left leg over his right shoulder was apparently justified because he didn't chastise you for it. "Bryce! Talk to me, baby, what's going on? Ted tells me you're thinking about backing out of our arrangement."
He turned his head and nipped the inside of your calf, smirking as you bucked your hips up against his pelvis. You gripped the pillow and shut your eyes tightly trying to think about all of the ways you could one up him--and yet all you could think about was how this new angle had the tip of him brushing against your cervix. It hurt, but in the best way, a short, blunt, feeling followed by the pleasurable drag of his length back through your heat.
He pinched the fleshy part of your skin where your ass met your thigh and mouthed for you to 'open your eyes'. When you complied, he continued.
"Here's the thing, Bryce. A deal this big might be scary at first--but you're never going to reap the rewards if you don't take the risk!" He leaned forward on his knees, pressing your leg back towards your chest and sinking deeper into your cunt. "When you have an opportunity like this in front of you, you have to grab it. Sink your teeth into it, and don't let go until. You. Are. Balls. Deep."
He accentuated each word of his disgusting metaphor with a hard thrust and you reached for him, desperately wanting to hold him close, bury your hands in his hair, anything. Instead he held himself up by locking his left arm rigidly on the bed and grabbing your throat with his right. Your breath caught, and the moan you were about to release was nothing more than a silent vibration against his fingers.
“You heard me--” Max grunted as he slammed his hips against you. “So, just tell me--” He gave a hard thrust and a deep sound of exertion. “What I want to hear--” thrust. “And we can both walk away--” thrust. “Richer men.”
He was close, you knew it, surely he wasn’t audacious enough to finish while he was still on the phone. Who were you kidding? It was Max--of course he would.
You reached up and tried to shove his face to get his attention, put your fingers in his mouth like he had done to you earlier. He obliged and turned his head to suck your pointer and middle between his lips with a loud ‘pop’, laving them with spit. You took the opportunity to then shove them between your legs and play your clit in time with his sloppy thrusts.
“Perfect!” Max said suddenly, and loudly enough to startle you, causing you to buck up against him. “That’s what I like to hear! Ted will send over the paperwork and I’ll get it on Monday--fuck, shit--no, Bryce not you--” he bit his lip and squeezed your throat. The added pressure was just what you needed to peak over the edge of your orgasm. Your eyes rolled back and you hand stilled between your legs as you clenched down around his cock and it was apparently enough to bring him with you.
“Max!” You said, strained against his grip around your neck as you leaned up into his body, and held on tightly to his sides.
“Yeah--yeahthatsoundsgreat--Bryce, shut up. Ask Ted--bye---fuuuuuck!”
Max all but flung the Bluetooth across the room as he collapsed almost his full weight on top of you. He buried his face in the crook of your shoulder and groaned as he came deep inside of you, hot and hard like his breath against your already flushed skin. You clung to him, drawing full breaths now that his hands were occupied with digging into your back.
“I can’t--” you panted against his hair as you turned your head to kiss his temple. “Believe you just fucking did that.”
“What?” he chuckled against your collarbone as he held you tightly and grunted as his cock gave a last twitch inside of you. “You think those big wigs never have a Skype meeting without their secretary under their desks sucking their dicks?”
“That’s different--gross. We’re not debating this.”
“You have to admit, it was at least kinda hot--” he grinned against your skin as he kissed from your pulse point down your clavicle, to the tops of your breasts. You rolled your eyes, putting your hand in his hair as he continued to nibble on all of your weak spots.
“Don’t think you can use your mouth to get out of trouble. I mean it Max--” you words stopped as he took one of your nipples in his mouth and bit down gently.
“Uh huh, yes, of course, sugar tits--ow!” He laughed as you gripped his hair and pulled at the nickname you hated. He settled his face between your breasts and you kept your tight grip on his hair.
“I swear to god, if you try to motorboat me right now, I will kick you out of this bed.”
“You’re no fun.” He pouted as he kissed down your stomach and you slowly loosened your grip on his hair. His hands slid down your body, over the swell of your hips, pausing only briefly to cup your ass as he walked his knees down the bed.
“And where are you going?” You watched him, raising an eyebrow as he rolled his eyes back up to you with a smirk.
“Using my mouth to get me out of trouble--lay back,” he breathed gently against the insides of your thighs and ran his tongue along the front of his teeth. You knew he wouldn’t out right ask, but if he made you come again, you’d gladly let him feed from your thigh.
“You sure you don’t have another phone call to make?”
“It’s going to be awhile before you quit holding this over my head, isn’t it?” he chuckled.
“Oh, you bet your ass, it is. Get to work, Mister.” You put your hand back in his hair and pushed his head down against your cunt. The moment his mouth opened to envelop your clit, you leaned back against the pillows with a heavy, contented sigh and closed your eyes. “Hmm, that’s the ticket...champ.”
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Kinktober #15: Slow Night: Mirio Togata
In which you and Mirio aren’t having much luck on patrol together.
Characters: Mirio Togata x f!Reader
Warnings: smut (18+ please!), Pro Hero Mirio, aged up characters, size kink, smaller reader, tummy bulge (? Idk what it’s called), vaginal sex, cock riding, police scanners, rooftop sex
Notes: I’m back on my Mirio bullshit today. Only this time, it’s thirsty, thirsty, thirsty. Today’s prompt was ‘size difference,’ and I... ah, what was I saying?
I’m horny for Mirio and frankly, it shows.
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“Okay, that’s it. I’m calling it.”
It’s a chilly night for patrol, but the air is clear as a bell. You’re squatting on the flat rooftop of some corporate skyscraper, puffing frost into the air and huddling together around the tiny police scanner. It’s been silent all night- so silent that, at one point, you had to check the batteries, just to make sure you weren’t missing out on the action.
Tonight’s the first cold one all year, and you’re starting to wish that you had thought to transition into your winter gear. At least that suit comes with gloves- your fingertips are like icicles as you rub your palms together.
“Yeah.” Mirio shifts next to you, irritatingly warm and cheerful as always. He runs like a radiator no matter what season it is. He lifts a hand to rub the back of his neck and gives a deep chuckle. “I guess it’s been pretty quiet for a while, hasn’t it?”
You deadpan. “Not a single call. Not one. We could’ve been halfway through the new season of Schitt’s Creek by now.”
You’ll never honestly resent this part of your job. Pro hero work isn’t always about flashy rescues and daring escapes. Sometimes, it just means being there, in case. But you can’t deny that a night as dead as this one puts you in a sour mood.
“Don’t worry,” he assures you, slipping a weighty arm around your shoulders and giving you a squeeze. “We got all day tomorrow, I promise. We’re taking Saturdays now, remember?”
He drops a kiss to the crown of your head, sending a pleased warmth through your entire body. The lines between partner and lover had been blurred a long time ago, but you usually try to keep them separated when you’re in the field.
Still, you suppose there’s nothing typical about tonight.
“Cold?” He nudges, and you scoot a little closer. You’re starting to shiver.
“Aww,” he continues. “C’mere, little moonbeam. Lemme warm you up.”
He tugs you into his lap and rubs your upper arms, doing his best to warm you up. Then he pulls you tightly against his chest, hanging his chin over the top of your head and curling his body around yours.
“You’re so tiny,” he laughs, drawing a hand up the column of your back. “So small. I bet I could pick you up with one hand.”
You can feel the heat beginning to rise on your cheeks and the temptation to scramble off his lap and call it a night spikes. There’s no denying the difference between you. It’s not like it’s difficult, to be smaller than Mirio.
“You can,” you remind him. “You have.”
Not your proudest moment.
He reaches over and gives the swell of your hip a little pinch, making you yelp and squirm against him. His expression is masked in the shadowy darkness, but the glint of his eyes is unmistakeable.
You’re in trouble.
“Let’s stay out here a little longer,” he murmurs. His hips tilt up against yours as he buries the tip of his flushed nose into the crook of your neck.
“Babe…” you protest, but the urge to fall in with him is quickly outgrowing the urge to resist him. His warm breath puffs over your skin and he presses his lips to the point where your neck meets your shoulder, smiling against you.
“C’mon,” he grunts. “I’ll keep you warm, princess. I promise.”
He slips a gloved hand under your chin, tilting your face up as he straightens. He leans in and captures your mouth- slowly, at first, building the urgency naturally. It’s something he’s always been good at, playing it cool with his kisses. It’s how he always gets you, too. You find yourself leaning in to match his desire before you even realize.
Your hands curl in the front of his suit. His palms slide to your hips as your knees fall to either side of his lap. He slides his fingers back, groping your ass. He gives it a little slap.
“Miri-“ you start to gasp, but he shuts you up with a bruising kiss.
“Hero names, princess,” he rasps. “I’d hate for someone to be listenin’ in on us.”
“Can it, Lemillion,” you growl back. You take his jaw in your hands and kiss all the smugness from his face, grinding your hips down against him and making him groan, making his cock stir to life down the left leg of his tight suit.
He lifts his hand to the zipper at your throat and starts tugging it down. As he gets the tab to the bottom of your sternum, he pauses, pulling back from your mouth to hook his fingers in the edges of your suit and yank it down off your shoulders, exposing your bare chest in the chill of the night.
“Thought so,” he growls, leaning in to nose at your collar bone. “Been lookin’ over at you all night, princess. You really didn’t think I’d notice that you left your bra at home?”
He’s palming one of your breasts now, his gloves cool, but not nearly as chilled as your own fingers. Your fingers dive spitefully into his perfectly styled hair, unafraid to muss.
“So perfect,” he whispers against you. “You fit right in my hand. Like a little peach.” He gives the flesh of your breast a squeeze before his mouth descends on you. He licks and sucks your nipple into his mouth, taut and tender from the chill. From his teasing.
You barely feel the cold on your back, squeezing your eyes shut and clinging to him. Your hips buck forward and you find the strain of his erection, sliding the apex of your thighs shamelessly along it as his arms slide around you. His face is buried in your chest right now, nipping across your breasts and sucking at your other nipple like a man starved.
“Let me stretch you,” he grumbles, eagerly pushing his hips into your sloppy rhythm. “Let me have you, princess, right here. Let me see you.”
You tear the zipper the rest of the way down your front and help him shrug you out of the clingy fabric. He peels it down to your thighs and gets to work on his own clothes, digging his fingers under the top portion of his suit to dislodge his pants and shove them down. His cock springs into the space between you, thick and long and flushed like the rest of him. Your mouth goes dry.
He gets you every time.
“Don’t worry,” he chuckles, reaching between your legs and swiping a gloved finger along your slit. “I’ll make it fit. Just like I always do.”
He reaches around you, pulling your hips forward. You spread your legs and slip your hand between them, spreading your folds as you settle your hips over the tip of his cock. At the apex like this, it feels like there’s no way his thick head will ever make it. But he holds himself steady, and you work yourself down. Millimetre by millimetre.
“That’s it, my little princess,” he coos, sliding his other hand in and out of the curve of your waist as he watches you struggle. “No preparation at all. Look at you. You’re gonna be so tight for me, I can feel it already.”
He slides his hand in and thumbs the swell of your clit. You yelp, hips jerking downward, and the head of his cock pops past your tight entrance. The sting rushes through your body, but you’ve learned to live for it by now.
“Oh, man,” he groans. “Look at you go. So tight around me, princess. You’re gonna wring me out good.”
With a few more heartbeats of encouraging words, you work yourself onto his cock. Mirio groans and juts his hips into you, places his hand on the flat of your belly where the tip of his cock pushes at your flesh. He’s so much, too much to take all at once, but you’re addicted to the feeling that only he can bring.
Nobody fills you as deeply as Mirio.
“Look at your little tummy,” he growls, “bulging all for me. You’re so small, I can’t believe I haven’t split you in two by now.”
He grabs your hips between his hands. His thumbs nearly touch in the middle, and he grips you tight as he starts to thrust up into you. The chill hovers in the air around you, but there’s only heat between you as you throw your head back, boneless already.
“Miri… Lem… Lemillion,” you whine as your pussy clenches around him.
“That’s it, princess,” he gasps, starting to lose himself already. “That’s it. Let me work you so good. God, you’re so tiny, I-“
His words are lost as you slip a hand between your legs and start to stroke your clit. The pleasure overwhelms you and you clench around him, milking the pleasure from his body with every stroke.
“Fuck, princess,” he grunts. “Not gonna last long as all, with you touchin’ yourself like that.” You know when he starts to curse that he’s really losing control. You lick your lips and re-double your efforts. Your wrist starts to ache, but you’re too close to stop now.
“Baby,” you gasp, “Shit, I-…” You can feel that rubber band drawing tighter in your lower belly. Threatening to snap around him at any moment.
“I’m there,” he pants. “I’m there, princess, god, milk my cock with your tight little pussy.”
It doesn’t take more than that.
You come with a howl into the skyline and he follows close behind. He seizes your hips and drags you against him, slamming your body against his balls as he pumps his hips upward and grunts, coming hard. He buries his face into the crook of his neck as your pussy convulses around him, taking every pump of ecstasy that he spills into you.
Both of you take your time coming round, letting the haze dissipate slowly. By the time you open your eyes the sleepy bliss of your orgasm is starting to wear off, and the cold of the waning night sets in.
The dull hiss of static prompts your ears. Mirio looks first, realizing that it’s the police scanner. You hook your chin over his shoulder, watching.
“…jewelry shop…west 89th and Parkdale…violent Quirk…”
“Holy shit.” You jump off his lap, hurrying to zip yourself back into your suit. West 89th and Parkdale isn’t far at all. If you hurry, you could still make it in time.
“What’d I tell ya, princess?” Mirio chuckles, tucking his softening cock back into his suit and tugging the two halves of his costume together again. “Staying out here’d be worth your while.”
You’re stiff as you finish buckling up the last of your suit, but you can’t hide the way you’re smirking.
He’s right. Definitely worth it.
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Cuddling With SuperM
↳ ❤︎ CARO’S NOTE: their concept is all about badassery i know but we’re dealing with seven angels so let’s talk about that shall we
warnings ⚠️ some light teasing, innuendo
length: 1.5k
taeyong
am i really telling you something ground-breaking with this:
so this guy’s truly adorable
turns into a baby what else is new
draws his knees to his chest and just enjoys the ride with his eyes closed
you can do whatever the hell you want
back rubs, head pats, foot massages, caressing the neck or underneath the chin which is particularly sweet
and a whole lot of tickling he’s kinda obsessed with this
excellent chef he is, taeyong enjoys preparing snacks for a set cuddling time or movie night
so what if this turns into feeding each other basically are you ready for that
this guy’s impossible face up close is hard to bear for the faint-hearted just mentioning that in passing here
because… he has that one yearning expression and his eye contact is very steady
bit of a duality here huh
but worry not because taeyong’s tiger inside is more of a cat actually, tyongkitty behavior guaranteed right there
he does do friendly head buts and yeah the eye contact is also a cat thing now that i think about it… it all makes sense now
ten, baekhyun, lucas and taemin are pretty cocky types of cuddlers, taeyong leads the more subdued fraction in super m
it’s the kind of cuddling that needs rainy weather and a cup of tea
ten
quality time right here
banter is always included ofc
or at least a lot of talk because with ten, conversation and cuddles go together
likes pets joining, three’s a party, a cat can always make a snuggly contribution
add a ball of wool to play around
like. a-you, a-me, and a cat right in between ya see
music is always playing in the background, always
ten’s body is very sensual… you can tell he’s a dancer by the way he’s adapting, how he’s feeling it, how he moves in general
the reflexes are just so different he has great feeling for what you wanna do next it’s his bodily intuition and he just goes along with it
what you gotta tell him though is to keep it lowkey with keeping his jazzy outfits on
a hoodie cuddles better than high fashion and spiked jackets
plus he looks adorably small in it so two birds with one stone
never forget ten is really tiny that sure makes a difference
reluctant little spoon, he keeps it face-to-face or sleeps on his back
ten is glad to be approached with hugs he’s not always doing the initiative
shy thailand angel ikr
but don’t complain if he farts because he absolutely will
goddammit chittaphon
kai
if it’s without a plushie something’s going wrong it always needs one
his favorite teddy’s gotta participate y’know he’s a social creature
in this home we don’t discriminate against plush bears
and yeah, his bear ear hoodie likewise he is sure to put it on
jongin tends to be rather taciturn because he wants to enjoy the body-to-body sensations
meaning, don’t interpret his frequent silence as awkwardness he’s just observing
is not above teasing… if his outfit is showing some skin he’ll invite you to touch the area
also enjoys you putting your hands under his sweater
he’s laughing like crazy and kicking his legs all giggly if you put your head underneath it and let it roam oh la la
yeah nini likes some wit to it for sure, and some steaminess in the mix it’s just a natural byproduct if we’re honest
dim the lights down low for this one…
but also light the candles alright
cuddling is more of a soft and steady thing there’s not much position changes going on
this is the couch not the dancefloor your honor
while we’re talking about that: jongin is a buff biatch my god
prep a water bottle to chug when you’re cuddling this guy is effortlessly hot
also know that kai will almost definitely snap a picture of you huddled together for the memory of it
baekhyun
unlike his memes, baekhyun’s cuddling behaviour is entirely predictable
will snuggle against your shoulder by default pretty much that’s his favorite area
stays glued there for two hours if you’re not busy
im not kidding
needless to say he needs a partner who can handle this level of clinginess
baekhyun can’t keep his hands to himself in general
neither can you
it’s groping x cuddling these two are a dead sure combination
keen to snuggle casually while he’s gaming, cross-legged on the ground with you massaging his back
likes to lay his head into your lap, too.
baekhug i mean back hug enthusiast. something inside his face has an inbuilt magnet that sucks him into the space between your collar bones
especially when you’re at the stove cooking
caution: love bites. lots of them. does this count as cuddles? probably. it’s not like he’s eating you or is he. oop—
what am i saying all he does is nibble alright
and oh yeah bring on the sweater weather. he can’t stay still in bed it’s gonna be a pillowfort building session though
you gotta exhaust him until he naps off lmao!
energizer bunny bf
mark
enjoys being fed watermelon during the process how else could it be
wait until this guy hears what harry styles’ watermelon sugar is all about his world will never be the same again
anyway
he’ll look so cute in his striped shirt and his round glasses awh
cuddling is his favorite way to show his trust and affection before all else
his favorite time to cuddle is before going to sleep
he usually hugs pillows so you can tell how clingy he winds up as
mark really sleeps and dreams better if you do that it has an astounding effect. cuddles are his perfect recharging if you will it’s just that he’s actually calming down through it whereas he can be nervous throughout the day so he needs that downtime
spooning is a given
what he enjoys the most about it is the warmth
markie easily gets cold sometimes he just needs that tune-up with you he’s like blink blink there goes my dose of daily heat beep beep
what the fuck
anyway again
talk about tune
just like ten he’s very talkative all the way verbal stimulation and mark lee just go together
if you compare him to taeyong there’s not much of a transformation going on mark lee on two legs is the same mark lee during cuddles it’s all copy paste
all in all a delectable experience, extremely cute and heart-melting, super m truly has a super mark
taemin
much like xuxi he has that permanent smile on his lips that tries to make you laugh
in fact taemin is hard to stop with his puns and his humor
ffs he is a true brat
taems can’t help but try to escalate this into a playfight every time
not that he doesn’t enjoy the calmer types of cuddling but he needs some action in the sack
enjoys praise along the way who are we kidding
the clothes you both cuddle in are very important alright, the fabric in particular
taemin keeps it expensive here it’s just the way he rolls
satin my dear
it’s just so satisfying to the touch
but also beware of his most lethal clothing choice which brings out his innate maknae charm the most
THE FLUFFY TURTLENECK
gyeahh
which he will use during special occasions to turn you into a cuddle monster ready to pounce him
give it up for shinee my loves they taught him well and sent him out to fluff up the world
what else is there okay we also gotta mention that cuddling consists of many little kisses here and there
taemin wants to get absolutely peppered
he is and stays a prince
lucas
ideal body type for cuddling except that it needs the right place, not the environment but the spot i mean, you can imagine
lucas can explode any smol-size couch or bed
don’t even think about trying to cuddle on regular chairs my god why would you live so dangerously
king size por favor
there is a lot to cuddle against it’s really a whole wonderland
those big ole thighs are practical cushions for anything really.
and his face is just so amicable it has to be kithed
his hands… his hands! you will feel maximum protection with those giant baby fingers around your hips i’m telling you
admittedly yukhei is hard to properly hug around the shoulders obviously that’s a drawback but hey his waist is lithe and tiny so hello there, very inviting
oh, that infectious smile.
serious cuddling: 0 — funny cuddles: over 9,000
and tasty cuddles because foodcas brings some fried rice every time oh yum
hates to go to work he really prioritizes you and cuddles go on for long long hours especially when you watch your favorite series
xuxi goes the extra mile, he will touch your hair a lot, just gently combing through it
and he doesn’t mind it when you do the same, he’s got the most angelic blonde locks after all
lu calls you beautiful all the time the cheesy mf is really pulling the standard compliment alright
cue jonas brothers sucker for you
ugh, boyfriend
mlist
#super m#superm#superm hc#superm scenarios#super m x reader#superm fluff#super m imagines#kai#lucas#baekhyun#taemin#taeyong#mark#ten
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A3! Boys + My Stuffed Animals
Spring Troupe:
Sakuya
Gabriel
Gabriel is a small elephant with big ears that constantly make him fall over. He has a pink bowtie that says 'I Love You'
Makes Saku feel safe and Gabriel is a reminder to himself that he's loved and appreciated by everyone at Mankai.
Named after a friend from theatre class :)
Masumi
George Washington
George Washington is a tiger. He is small, but his arms are like those slap bracelets so you can wear him on your wrist (or let him hang on the side of shelf like I do).
So I got Georgy-Boy for easter 2020. i asked my friends for name ideas. They sent me stuff like 'Stripes'. I went offline for a few minutes and when I came back online I told my friends his name was George Washington.
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Me: tiger has a name now
Friend: which name did you choose?
Me: his name is George Washington.
Friend: what the fuck. how'd you get George Washington?
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Pretty sure he got the name bc I was listening to the Hamilton soundtrack.
Citron
Daniel
Daniel is mostly pink but has other pastel colors that look like watercolors. He's a unicorn. And a ketchain. And he's one of those dream lites, so he lights up. (He's supposed too anyway, but he's never lit up since i got him like 7 years ago at a yard sale).
Named after Daniel Howell (formerly danisnotonfire) [YouTube]
Tsuzuru
Lucifer
Lucifer is a small panda pillow pet. Very easy to travel with bc he fits in most backpacks.
My mom told me she wanted me to have a stuffed animal with a biblical name, i picked him up, looked her in the eye and said "His name is Lucifer." My mom tried to protest. "You said a biblical name, Mom. Lucifer is in the bible."
Itaru
Pao(???)
Pao is a panda. They are also a phone holder thingy. Like it'll hold your phone if you're watching movies or whatever.
Like 5-ish years old. Got them from a friend. They have a tag with their name on it, but I read it once and then just called them "the panda" for some reason instead of their actual name and now the tag is too faded to read the name, but i am 38% sure it says Pao or something close to that.
Chikage
Tsuki
Tsuki is a dinosaur. Tsuki is a sparkly dino. He's green rn, but if you brush your hand over him, the sparkles turn over and he becomes orange. I like green tho bc his tummy and the bottom of his feet are orange and so are his eyes.
Named after Tsukishima Kei (Haikyuu)
Summer Troupe:
Tenma
Hinata
Hinata is a narwhal. A bright orange narwhal. Infact he is the same color as Tenma's hair.
Named after Hinata Shoyo (Haikyuu) [bc its the same color as his hair. there is a theme with this narwhal and the anime boys i associate with them]
Yuki
Steve
Steve is a regular teddy bear, except he has a shirt that has pikachu on it. (the shirt was originally Tsuki's bc i got tsuki at a friends build a bear bday party, but it fits Steve better)
I just think Yuki would try new designs/color schemes/styles by making clothes for Steve to see how they look.
I got Steve from a claw machine (my bf at time won him for me just before we watched Endgame together.)
Named after Steve Rogers (Marvel)
Muku
Eeyore
Muku most definitely loves the Winnie the Pooh movies and I will fite for this hc. He gets my Eeyore. You know how Eeyore's tail is always going missing or falling off??? Eeyore's tail comes off (velcro) but its attached to his actual body with a string so it cant be misplaced.
Eeyore has a patch that says "official disney store" but i got him for $3 at a thrift store.
Misumi
Sherlock
Sherlock is a polar bear. Sherlock is very huggable. He makes Misumi feel safe. He has a hat and scarf (that don't come off. they are sewn on him)
the hat has a pom pom on top and the scarf has a pom pom on each end. the hat and scarf and the bottom of his feet have a blue/white plaid pattern.
Kazunari
Victor
Victor is a puppy and the first big stuffed animal of mine on the list! He's all tan and abt maybe 3-4 ft long. Victor lays pretty flat so he's comfy to lay/sit on. I think Kazu would like sitting or laying on him when drawing. Probably has him on his bed so he's like a giant pillow.
Victor is from Toys R Us. I got him last August-ish from my Aunt and Uncle who found him at a thrift store and thought I'd like him.
Named after Victor Nikiforov (Yuri On Ice)
Kumon
PJ
PJ is a small white tiger. He is also a ball. He can fit in one hand. When Kumon is thinking or stressed or bored (etc) he just lays on his back and tosses PJ up into the air.
When Kumon is laying on the floor tossing PJ, Misumi sits on the bed closest to where PJ is and tries to grab him (but only if Kumon is in a good mood and okay with it) It's a fun little game they made up they like to play.
Pretty sure he was named after KickthePJ (YouTube)
liber pls give us a pic with all of autumn i am begging
Autumn Troupe:
Banri
Sammy
Sammy is another one of my large stuffed animals. He is also a puppy, but unlike Victor he is sitting instead of laying. He's abt 2-3 ft tall. His fur is the same color as Banri's hair. Great to squeeze at anytime, but very therapeutic when you're in a bad mood. Has a heart on his ear.
i got him abt 7 years ago. I had just finished spn season 2 and was upset abt the finale and had no way to start season 3.
Named after Sam Winchester
Juza
Tiggs
Tiggs is a beanie baby tiger. Tiggs is a little larger than PJ (and not a ball). He's a regular orange tiger instead of a white tiger like PJ. He'd buy Kumon PJ so they could have matching stuffed animals. Small and very comforting to just hold/hug.
Omi
Benedict (Ben)
Benedict, also known as Ben, is a small koala. Just a little bigger than Tiggs. He has a heart on one of his feet (i think the right one). very soft. very fluffy.
Named after Benedict Cumberbatch (Actor)
Taichi
Dean
Dean is my largest stuffed animal. He is a dark brown teddy bear that's abt 4-ish ft tall. He can be put in a corner and used as like a bean bag chair, or he can lay down flat and be a good pillow like Victor can.
It's very fun to just wrap around him and squeeze as tight as you can. Especially in when your in a bad mood. Very comforting to cry into.
I got him a couple years ago at a thrift store.
Named after Dean Winchester (Supernatural)
Sakyo
Lev
Lev is a lion abt the size of a regular teddy bear (maybe slightly larger). I got him a thrift store so he's slightly worn out from age. He's mostly a pastel dark yellow-ish tan and his mane is dark brown. very huggable.
He's the stuffed animal I sleep with. Smells nice all the time, like the fabric softener.
Named after Lev Haiba (Haikyuu)
Sakoda
Emotional Support Iron Man
So Iron Man is small and he sparkles. He will hurt you/someone if thrown hard enough. Sakoda likes heroes bc they remind him of Sakyo they look cool. I'd hc that he got Iron Man from Sakyo when he was younger and its one of his most valued possessions and goes everywhere with him (or stays with Azamo or Sakyo at the dorm. Maybe Izumi or a couple others are on the list of who can watch over Iron Man.) Very protective of it.
Got the emotional support part of his name from a friend.
She saw Eddie Redmayne on a movie cover (think it was The Danish Girl) and started freaking out bc she loved him. I handed her the Iron Man and the next day she thanked me and said he was an Emotional Support Iron Man and the name stayed.
Azami
[Emotional Support] Spooder-Mon
Sakoda knew Azami as a kid. He most definitely got him the Spider-Man so they could have matching plushies.
Spider-Man is square and has little blob hands doing the web thingy. The tag said travel pillow, but he probably just chills by Azami's bed. When needed, Iron Man will be placed next to him if Sakoda can't take Iron Man with him.
I brought him to school one day and we had a bio test and all the people sitting around me passed him around and gave him a pat for good luck. We all got good grades and then he was dubbed as Emotional Support Spooder-Mon, but the Emotional Support title isnt part of his name (unlike the Iron Man).
i wanted guy in the pic, but i also wanted tsumu and hiso in the pic so you get 2 pics for winter
Winter Troupe:
Tsumugi
Phil
Phil is a zebra. He is a pillow pet zebra. Like Lucifer, Phil is also easy travel size. The bottom half of Phil is pink, so I refer to him as my pink zebra.
I just think it'd be cute to have Tsumugi with a pillow pet ok. I also thought he'd probably have has Phil for many years (since he was a kid) and Tasuku most definitely brings up things from when they were kids and shit.
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Tasuku: you chose the pink zebra, and for what???
Tsumugi: its a very aesthetically pleasing pastel pink.
Tasuku: THERE WAS A DOG PILLOW PET RIGHT THERE AND IT WAS CUTER
Tsumugi: dont talk bad abt Phil.
the rest of mankai: ????????
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I got phil before I got Lucifer many years ago. He was old when i got him and he is very old now. I love him so much.
Named after Phil Lester (AmazingPhil) [YouTube]
Tasuku
Cap
Cap is a husky. He was won from a claw machine with Steve.
There's just something abt the grey and white that gave me Tasuku vibes. Also, Cap's eyes are abt the same shade of blue as Tsumugi's and Tasuku knows this bc they are in love. Very squishy when hugged and with the way he sits, you could make it look like he's guarding something.
Named after Captain America (Marvel)
Homare
Ushijima (Ushi)
Ushijima, also called Ushi, is the last of my giant stuffed animals. He is abt 2-3 ft tall (like Sammy) and has a tail abt the same length.
Ushi is a raccoon thats mostly hot pink. Ushi's eyes are also pink and just abt the same shade as Homare's hair, although Ushi's fur is brighter by a few shades.
Ushi hurts when thrown/swung hard enough. Very fun to hug bc he's filled with beans (like beanie babies) so unlike all my other giant animals, he doesn't have to be fixed/adjusted after everytime you squeeze him. The tail has cotton tho and makes a good pillow.
Homare would definitely just see a 3 ft tall hot pink raccoon and claim it with no explanation.
Named after Ushijima Wakatoshi (Haikyuu)
Hisoka
Vladmir Dracula the 3rd (Vlad, Drac)
Vladmir Dracula the 3rd, who has many other names but usually goes by Vlad or Drac, is a vampire (surprise).
Vlad is a squishmallow thingy, and their tags say something abt them being able to be used as pillows, and thats why Hisoka gets Vlad.
Vlad is triangular in shape, with triangle ears, and triangle fangs, so I thought abt Misumi, but i figured Hisoka bc it's a pillow.
He's like the perfect travel size and he has a cape and a bowtie.
Named after Vlad the Impaler, the real life inspiration behind Dracula (my brother thought he was named after Vladmir Putin and I wanted to punch him for that but I was too busy laughing.)
Also named after Dracula, who was a vampire.
Idk where 'the 3rd' came from, but it's part of his name for forever.
Azuma
Sebastian
Sebastian is a dinosaur thats blue with a white tummy.
He's also a squishmallow, but he's bigger than Vlad by abt 2× as wide, so he'd be harder to carry around, which is why Hisoka got Vlad instead. Being a squishmallow means he looks more blob than dinosaur and i love it.
His tag said his name was Dominic or something, but I named him Sebastian before I actually checked the tag, so he's Sebastian.
Named after Sebastian (Black Butler) and Sebastian Stan (Actor)
Guy
Moriarty
Moriarty is my other polar bear. I got him with Sherlock and named him Moriarty bc Moriarty is Sherlock's nemesis.
He's just a plain white bear thats very huggable and adorable. I usually have a bowtie on him bc it makes him look fancy.
Guy would like him bc he's plain white and very fluffy.
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