#but this design just reached out and fucking smacked me in the face with how *S e e n* i felt

[fauxbia]

Me!! Fauxbiadragon!

Finally made a ref so I can be a little more consistent when drawing the mecreature!

Design originally by @mothcrumbs, my dragon friend who drew me as one of their species! I instantaneously imprinted on the design and it is genuinely the most accurate representation of myself I've seen so far. You must understand that I am just a silly creature... a little guy, even

#faux art #otherkin #dragonkin #idk if i should tag that bc #i dont know if that's directly my kintype? i generally feel more connected to cats #but this design just reached out and fucking smacked me in the face with how *S e e n* i felt #so who knows #anyway #crumb i am PREENING you thank you so much for the design that started all this #and for answering my incessant dragon anatomy questions #you are . so cool forever.

[kurooh]

HAIKYUU BRAINROT.

☆ includes: timeskip! miya atsumu, miya osamu, oikawa tōru, kageyama tobio, semi eita, sakusa kiyōmi, kuroo tetsurō.

☆ warnings: 18+ content, f! reader, drug use [weed], oral (f&m receiving), lingerie, cream pies, dirty talk, slightly rough sex, praise, being tied up, blindfolds, mirror sex, 69, food play, shower sex, not proofread.

waiting in lacy lingerie for atsumu the day before his birthday, rose petals strewn around the floor and leading to the bedroom. your skin illuminated by the soft candlelight of the bedroom, the lingerie accentuating every inch of your body. he gets home, kisses you, fingers you until you cum, whining his name. he reaches towards the nightstand, remembering to use a condom, but you stop him, tell him one of his gifts is going raw. excited, he pushes into you, and doesn’t last long. all he can think of is filling you up, using the cum as lube to keep going.

when the restaurant is vacant, and it’s just you and osamu, he sometimes loves to have dessert. more specifically, you for dessert. you take a can of whipped cream, specially tucked away in the very back of the office mini fridge for moments like these. you make swirls on your nipples, make a sloppy heart on your pelvis. eagerly, he sucks onto your nipples, biting and kissing each as his tongue makes quick work of the cream. then, he kisses down your body, staring at you hungrily as he licks your pelvis clean. he fingers you as you shakily make new designs on your skin. he takes your clit between his lips and sucks, savoring the taste. he thinks you’re sweeter than any kind of dessert.

you run to eita after his performance at a concert, grinding on him ever so slightly when you hug him, squeezing your tits together when you ask why he’s pissy. “get the hell in the dressing room,” he hissed, grabbing your hand tightly and dragging you along. a small breeze rushes up your skirt, brushing against your bare pussy. he pushes you in, turns to lock the door, and turns back to you. you jump onto him and kiss him; he catches you, and stumbles towards his cluttered desk with the lit mirror. with one arm, he sweeps everything off and places you down, yanking up your skirt to eat you out. he buries himself between your thighs, fingering and sucking and licking roughly, just the way you like it. your back arches when you cum, and you moan loudly, but he tells you to be quiet as he picks you up again and presses you against a nearby wall. he lifts your skirt again, yanks his pants down, and presses into you quickly. eita tucks his face into your neck, fucking you hard. his pelvis rubs against your clit as he fucks, causing you to cum on his cock — your orgasm spurs on his own, and though you were both supposed to be quiet, you cum loudly together. with you, he can’t even think about how he’ll have to play everything off with his friends when he steps out.

tōru takes a hit of the pen, slapping your ass and squeezing it as he exhales the smoke over your back. it’s warm and smooth, a contrast to how hot and rough he’s fucking your pussy. your eyes water as your mouth dries up, the heat of arousal itching all over inside your body. he passes it to you, and all you can do is grip it and the sheets as he groans, his eyes falling shut as he grips your hips and listens to the sounds of his balls smacking against your clit, his hips slapping into your ass. “that’s perfect tōru, that’s just how i want it,” you babble, your mind racing with thoughts of him. being high together is occasional, and it’s always some of the best sex with him. he gets off on praise, even more so when he’s high, his loud groans breaking into tiny moans as you cry his name. “you feel s-so good, i love it when you fuck me like this, please don’t stop,” you push your head down into the sheets and raise your ass against his hips more, arms shaking. he collapses onto your back with a wheezy sigh, moaning loudly as his cock pumps all of his cum into you. he always cums a lot, and harder, when he’s high; he cries into your shoulder as you weakly throw your ass back onto him, a signal to keep going.

water rushes over your lower back and ass as you scoot forward, closer to tobio’s thighs. his tip bumps the back of your throat and you fight a gag back, taking him as deep as you can. your lips are wrapped around his base, long strings of spit leaking from your lips; the water washes it away. “mmm, fuck,” he hisses, his hand cupping the back of your head as he tries his best not to slip. “you feel so good.” he pushes you into his pelvis, yanks you back and then down again steadily. he’s always loved fucking your face like this. gasping, his body curls forward, over your head, and he can’t hold himself back as his free hand grips onto the shower curtain. his cock slams down your throat, the feeling so tight your eyes can only water as you let out gurgly moans around his wet cock. when he cums, he holds you down against him, whining curses at the way you greedily swallow all of it. somehow, he doesn’t pull the shower curtain down. when you pull back, he kisses you immediately, tongue meshing with yours. tobio loves tasting a little bit of himself on your tongue.

one night, you and kiyoomi decide to try something new. he ties you up to the bed, your legs spread, your pussy wet, and a silky black blindfold wrapped around your head. you hear the sounds of clothes being folded and placed onto the bed in front of you, and you twist helplessly. “omi, i fucking need you.” he sighs shakily, “of course, my love.” seeing you like this is beyond hot; he’s been dreaming of you looking like this for him. he grabs his cock, and guides his tip to your wet pussy. he slowly rubs his tip through your sticky folds, gasping as he watches you try to jerk your hips forward in a futile attempt to get him inside you. feeling his cock grow harder, kiyoomi keeps the tease going for a little longer until he decides he can’t take it anymore and pushes inside you. he presses inch by inch inside you, his hand landing on your pelvis with his thumb pressed to your clit. “fuuuck!” you feel like screaming at him, begging him to fuck you senselessly, desperate for his cum and all the pleasure he has to give. instead, you rein yourself in a little. “kiyoomi,” there’s something dark and demanding in your voice, even though you’re tied up. wasn’t he in control here? “yeah?” he develops a quick pace, gritting his teeth every time his tip hits the deepest parts of you. “i want you to fuck me until—shit!—until i’m screaming.” “you know i will,” is all he can say as he grips your hips and ruthlessly slams into you.

you look ahead through lidded eyes, into the mirror and at your obscene reflection. you’re on top of tetsurō, his cock stuffing your mouth as the rest of your body shakes in his grip. he yanked your ass down into his face, sucking your clit harder as two of his fingers thrust in and out of you. one of his large hands grips your hip, his nails digging into his skin more as you deepthroat him, leaving crescent moon indents in your skin. you watch as spit drips down his cock, down his balls, onto the towel below you. you feel your orgasm nearing, your pleasure climbing quickly when he mercilessly sucks your clit. he had told you before: “watch yourself in the mirror as we cum together.” you agreed, doubting you’d cum with tetsu. he said, “good girl.” and then pulled your pussy down to his mouth. moaning on his cock while he moans into your pussy, you feel the familiar heat blaze through the entirety of your lower body. you also feel his cock tighten, then begin to pulse as he cums hard in your mouth. as you cum on his fingers, jerking your hips back, you catch a quick glimpse at yourself in the mirror; spit covers your lips, your hair is mussed, and you look so unbelievably fucked out, drunk on tetsurō.

#kurooh #ahh feels good to write again :) #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #atsumu smut #atsumu x reader #sakusa x reader #sakusa smut #kuroo x reader #kuroo smut #osamu smut #osamu x reader #kageyama smut #kageyama x reader #semi x reader #semi smut #semi eita #oikawa x reader #oikawa smut #haikyuu x you

[loveharlow]

I feel like one of my all time favorite concepts is Rafe taking the reader to the mall where he lets her buy anything she wants as if money is some kind of imaginary concept. And I mean anything.😩😍...

"Rafe, it's just a perfume. I have a bucket full of others, it's fine." You assured, putting down the tester down and attempting to walk away into a different section of the Sephora store until the man in question pulled you back by the arm.

"Baby, do you want it or not?"

"Yes, but I can buy it on my own or another time. Your dad already thinks I'm using you for money." You pouted, shifting your weight as the hand on your arm trailed down to hold your waist.

"So what?" He shrugged, face twisting. "His own wife is using him for money and he hasn't been able to see that for the last two decades. I don't give a shit what he thinks." He assured you, leaning down to place a small kiss on your lips. "So, you want the damn perfume or not?"

"...Fine. Yes." You affirmed, your boyfriend flagging down one of the employees to get the perfume from the locked drawer and take it to the register, the two of you following behind her.

She rung you up, Rafe signing up for a membership knowing you loved the store and never did it yourself for some odd reason. He knew he'd never use the rewards but maybe it'd ease your worries. He took the bag from the cashier's hands before you even the chance to reach for it, wishing the woman a nice day.

"You don't have to buy me everything I touch, you know."

He shushed you and threw an arm over your shoulders as you walked towards the exit. "I'd buy you everything you look at if you'd let me." He said. "Plus, I want you smelling like vanilla and strawberries when we fuck."

Walking through the mall once more, he let you drag him into another store — once again, eyeing the designer bags and other merchandise that you'd refuse to let him purchase for you.

This time, you had your eye on a specific bag. A new collection that had just dropped a few days prior, you were surprised they even had it in stock.

"Oh my God." You gushed, practically skipping over to the purse they had on the display. "It's so much prettier in person." You gasped.

"You want it?" The boy asked from behind you, a small smile on his face as he watched you with his hands in his pockets. Your fingers roamed the display object for a price tag, jaw dropping when you saw it.

"No." You replied immediately, turning around to face him.

"Don't do this shit again. How much is it?" He tried to brush past you but you blocked his path, palms flat on his chest. "Mama, stop." He said firmly, brushing your hands down and reading the price tag for himself, smacking his teeth when he did so. "It's not even bad. I expected more."

He turned back around to face you, who was pouting once more. Deep down, you liked the princess treatment but you couldn't help but feel bad. His eyes scanned over your head, spotting an employee and waving her over. She approached the pair of you with a smile, Rafe telling her that he'd like to purchase the bag. The woman assured him she would hold it behind the register until he was ready to check out and walked off.

"You want anything else?'" He asked.

You shook your head, curling your arms around him with your chin against his chest. "No, I don't want you to buy me anything else, baby."

"If you say so, c'mon." He complied, patting your ass and guiding you to the register where the woman was waiting.

Ringing up the bag and putting it into another one, she spoke. "You're lucky. This was our last one." She winked at you, continuing to press buttons on the register. "And just to let you know, you can purchase the matching clutch for an additional-"

"We'll take it."

©loveharlow.

#rafe cameron x kook!reader #rafe cameron x fem!reader #rafe cameron x pogue!reader #rafe cameron angst #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron x you #obx rafe #rafe angst #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe x you #rafe fanfiction #rafe smut #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #rafe fic #rafe obx #outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron x reader

[hyukasmiles]

—Soobin—

Fem reader

Warnings: NSFW// kinda in a public space? (workplace but private office) // spanking // oral (f) // spit // squirting // NOT PROOF READ

he’s the CEO of like a small company idk 😭

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CEO! Soobin who is so mean to you. Always making you redo your work, making you stay late, yelling at you. The whole office knows about it too, constantly trying to cheer you up.

CEO! Soobin who calls you into his office, pinching his nose bridge. Your coworkers look at you like you’re a kicked puppy as you walk towards him, a couple of them shooting thumbs up towards you.

CEO! Soobin who locks the heavy oak door behind you, his breath hot on your neck. “You didn’t even pretend this time.” He laughs, pulling your hair to one side. “Just sent me an empty doc.”

CEO! Soobin who chuffs when you bat your eyelashes and whine about how sorry you are, pout about how you were afraid of missing the deadline and panicked and sent him the wrong thing. Big fat crocodile tears roll down your cheeks as you cross your arms under your chest basically pushing your boobs into his face. “You won’t fire me will you?” You whine.

CEO! Soobin who leads you to his big wooden desk and bends you over it and it’s so tall your feet don’t even touch the ground. He smacks your ass pushing your skirt over the fat. “Fuckin’ soaking wet down here aren’t you, just pathetic, I don’t even need to look.” He laughs, landing another hit. You squeal at the sensation, your legs kicking up reflexively. “I’ll fix your work this time.” He spreads your thighs open so easy, laughing more at the almost puddle in between your thighs.

CEO! Soobin who hates when you wear pantyhose cause he has to be extra careful when getting them off so no one notices anything, and he knows you only wear them when you’re trying to be difficult. “Should I rip them?” He asks, pressing two fingers against your cunt. “Have everyone in the office wondering what happened to them?”

“No-“ You whine, closing your thighs around his hand. “I’ll take them off.” Reaching behind you, you quickly pull the thin nylon down to your knees. “Good enough?”

CEO! Soobin who looks at your now bare cunt like a starved animal. “I should fuck you till you can’t walk.” He spanks you again, grabbing fist fulls of your ass. “You can go home early, it’s more expensive to keep you here anyway. Doesn’t that sound good? Half a day off?”

“But my work.” You pout, wiggling your ass a little. “I gotta do… that… thing.”

CEO! Soobin who tells you to shut up before he’s scooting you up the desk and propping your knees on the wood leaving your cunt level with his face. His thumbs spread open your pussy giving him room to lap at your cunt. He shoves his tongue into your cunt as far as it will go and licks at your gummy walls until you’re shaking, your upper body giving out leaving your chest and face squished against the oak.

You whine when he pulls away to spit on your cunt, using his thumbs to smear it across your clit. You arch your back at the stimulation, hoping to give him better access to the little bundle of nerves.

CEO! Soobin who nips and sucks at your clit until you’re so close to cumming you can taste it and then pulls away and moves to your poor little hole to do the same again and again and again until you’re sobbing so loud he tugs his tie off and shoves it in your mouth.

He works you up one more time before sucking on your clit to harshly it shoves you into an orgasm so strong it pushes all the air out of your lungs.

CEO! Soobin who sits there with his jaw slack, your release sprayed all over his designer suit and expensive desk. “Fuck- fuck- what- so fucking hot, squirted all over me.” He groans, spreading your cunt open again this time to just look at it.

CEO! Soobin who’s snapped out of his trance when his secretary knocks on the door, he moves quickly to get the two of you looking put together, pulling up your pantyhose and trying to dry off his suit with napkins. But when he helps you up your legs are too shaky to hold yourself up so he picks you up and takes you to the small bathroom connected to his office, leaving you on the sink counter so he can get back to work.

CEO! Soobin who tells all your coworkers you left during their lunch hour and that he’s got a big conference call he’s going to be on for the rest of the day and everyone's a little skeptical about it but they dismiss it because they’re too busy to get caught up on it. Little do they know he has you caged under him, your knees against your chest as he fucks you and demands you squirt for him again.

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Inbox always open 🫶

#txt #txt smut #kpop smut #soobin smut #beomgyu smut #taehyun smut #hueningkai smut #yeonjun smut #this isn’t very good lol

[mannaima]

Small thirst bc I’m watching lectures and my brain can’t focus.

(pre outbreak! Joel miller x reader)

tw stalking, noncon, exhibitionism, scumbag Joel

You were hunched over your yard, picking out the weeds. It was a warmer Texas day, still hot, but the best day out of the weak to get some yard work done without having a heat stroke. You wore a pretty sundress, little flowers spread all over, a cute design. You, of course, wore shorts under your dress, much to your watching neighbors’ dismay.

Joel was watching you through his window, curtains pulled away just slightly. He had the first day off in a while, Sarah was at school and he was enjoying the free show he got. His cock was incredibly hard in his jeans, how he wished you took off those shorts and showed him your pretty pussy. You wiped the sweat from your forehead, god, you were gorgeous. He unbuttoned his jeans and let out his cock, throbbing for any stimulation. He shook his head, allowing a rational thought to pop in.

Why would he jerk off to you, when he could just have you?

He quickly put his cock away, making sure he looked presentable before he left his house and walked over to you.

“Hey neighbor!” His southern drawl made you turn over, a smile forming on your face.

“Oh hello Joel! Nice to see you! What brings ya’ here?” You bent back up, smiling as you smacked the dirt off your gloves.

“Was just gonna ask if you needed any help.” Joel has a small smile on his face, arms crossing.

“Oh thank you Joel, but I’m alright! Just gotta finish gettin’ all the weeds out the way, then gotta fix up the shrubs.”

“Let me help you with that, please? Feel bad watching a pretty thing like you work in this heat.” You smiled and playful waved him off.

“I’m a big girl Joel, don’t worry ‘bout me!” Joel gave you a look though, one that basically said “really?” You rolled your eyes, a grin still on your face.

“Oh, alright! You can help me with the shrubs. Follow me, I’ll get you the hedge clippers from the shed.” You went around the side of your home, Joel following behind you. His cock grew once again watching the way your ass moved under the thin material of the dress, with every step. He muttered a small ‘fuck’ as he watched you moved. Now or never.

You had begun to open the shed door, but it was quickly shut by Joel’s large hand reaching over you. You didn’t get much reaction time before Joel’s hand covered your mouth, making you yell against his hand slightly.

“Fuckin’ teasing me all day. Showing off your body in that tiny little dress. You wanted this, didn’t you?” As much as you shook your head, Joel didn’t seem to care. He started to quickly remove your shorts under your dress, removing your panties in the process. You kept squirming against him, trying to get him off you, but he was so strong compared to you.

“Thought you were a big girl, huh? Fight back baby, c’mon.” You kept thrashing against him, but his hand that removed your panties began rubbing against your entrance from behind. You stopped all movement in shock, you felt so scared. You kept yelling for him to stop, the cries muffled behind his hand.

“I can’t wait to fuck your pretty pussy. Been dreaming about this since the day you moved in.” He started to rustle around behind you, and when you heard a belt click, it wasn’t hard to guess what he was doing. You shook your head and tried moving away, but his hand was firm on your hip, the other arm was holding you close to him.

He slowly began to insert his cock, a burning sensation filling you up. You cried out, the pain too much to take in at once. He shushed you, head leaning into your body as he kept furthering his cock inside you.

“You’re so fucking tight baby. Tight little slut.” With the last word, he had bottomed out. You felt so full, twitching slightly at the way he made your walls feel. His cock was clamped around your tight walls, he could feel you tighten up with every sniffle, every sob you let out. He was addicted to the way your pussy felt. He pulled out slightly, and pushed back in. He swore he could already cum by how nice you felt around his cock.

“You like my big fat dick? You like the way I fuck you?” He whispered in your ear, kissing the shell of it in the process, his hips thrusting harshly into you. You kept saying muffled words into his hand, a small amount of drool forming. Joel looked down to see your eyes rolled back— you were enjoying this.

He loved seeing you fucked out, his body pinning yours to the wall of the shed, cock disappearing in and out of you at a fast pace. You started to make sounds of pleasure under his hand. As much as he wanted to hear them clearly, he didn’t want to risk you screaming if he moved his hand. So he kept fucking you at such a pace, he was already close. He gave you a few more sloppy thrusts before bottoming out, cumming deep inside you. You let out a broken moan, squeezing your pussy around his throbbing cock. After about a minute, Joel pulled out of you. He moved his hand away as well.

“You liked that baby?” He kissed your cheek, which was wet with tears. He smirked and kissed you again.

“C’mon, let’s go to my place, Sarah won’t be back for a few hours. Let’s get to know each other, neighbor.”

#dark joel miller #joel miller the last of us #dark! joel miller #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #dark! joel miller x reader #tlou #scumbag joel????? #tw noncon

[finalgirlfae]

girls got rhythm, randall “pink” floyd

summary: y/n gets a little too tipsy at a party and randall takes care of her

pairings: randall “pink” floyd x f!reader

genre: fluff

note: this might be a little inaccurate because i’m not a drinker i’m a stoner🫠

music blasted through the speakers of the house as you danced with a red cup full of beer in your hand. it was one of those better summer nights, not too hot and not too cold. it was the perfect amount of warm with a cool breeze overhead.

“having fun?” jodi asked, laughing at the way you danced when you were drunk. you looked like one of those babies who just learned to walk, stumbling around and tripping over yourself a little. this was truly one of the better nights, no more stressors of school and exams. just partying and being with your friends.

you gave no verbal response, just a big smile paired with you tossing your hands in the air. since your cup was full of budweiser the action caused the beer to splash, falling on you and jodi.

“you bitch!” jodi laughed and playfully smacked your arm, she wiped the spilled beer off her face. “i’m gonna go find darla,” jodi began to leave but turned back around and took the cup from you. “and no more drinking for you.” she teased, pointing a finger in your face.

you puffed at her, dramatically crossing your arms over your chest. “you’re not the boss of me.”

she placed her hands on her hips, matching your energy with a smile before walking closer to you. “no but i’m your best friend. same difference.”

you turned away from her, “whatever.” jodi laughed as she watched you stumble away, nearly tripping over your brown wedged heels. they went great with the high waisted denim bell bottoms and dark purple halter top.

you walked around the party, passing through sweaty bodies and clouds of smoke before reaching the other end of the house and finding the man you were looking for. slater.

“slater!” you cheesed, dragging out the last syllable of his name. he smiled at you, obviously high off his ass right now. “y/n, what’s up man?”

you turned to make sure jodi wasn’t behind you before turning back to slater and whispering, “you got a joint on you, man?”

“man you know i do.” he giggled, digging in his pocket before pulling out a pre roll. “$15 bucks.”

you raised a brow at him. “15 bucks? man the only reason you’re at this party and not home studying for summer school is because i helped you cheat in bio.”

he rolled his eyes. “fine. 5.”

you smiled and pulled a 5 dollar bill from inside your shirt. he cringed at the bill as you placed it in his hand. “really? boob money?”

“mhm.” you snatched the joint from him. “closest you’ll ever get to the twins.” you spoke, squishing your boob as a joke before backing up into the crowd again. on the other side of the house in the kitchen pink was leaned against the counter, listening to o’bannion rave to the guys about the hookup he allegedly had with some college girl.

“i’m telling you man, she was spinning on my shit.” o’bannion raved, getting overly excited about the memory. pink only shook his head, taking a sip of his cup full of ginger ale. he was a designated driver tonight, so it was no drinking or smoking for him.

“she was bouncing on my shit like a god damn bunny rabbit. i swear to you man those delaware chicks are wild.” benny sipped his beer and patted o’babnion on the shoulder. “yeah buddy, sure you did.”

“i’m telling the truth!” he was starting to get riled up again. “pink,”

“huh?” pink looked up from his cup, staring at his friends. it’s not that he didn’t wanna be here, but it’s just that he’d rather spend his time with his girlfriend instead of sitting around listening to the guys rave about how many girls they fucked this year. the only reason he came to the party was to see you, you had been hanging with the girls for the last few days and didn’t really get a chance to see each other.

“what do you think, man? they think i’m lying.” o’bannion was clearly already drunk, pink could tell by the hiccups in his voice. he humored his friend, patting him on the shoulder

“you want my honest opinion?”

“uh huh.”

pink shrugged. “i think you’re a pig.”

the group laughed and pink smiled a bit, sipping his soda.

“you only say that cause you don’t like to kiss and tell.” o’bannion put the cup down and pointed a finger in his face. he walked over to pink, tripping over his own feet in the process and falling into the counter. “if i was with a girl like y/n you’d never hear the end of it.” he hiccuped at the end of the sentence.

“okay!” donny spoke, gripping o’bannion’s shoulder and pulling him away. “let’s stop talking crazy before randall breaks your face.” donny pulled the drunken boy out of the kitchen and maybe outside to sober him up a little. it was bad to let o’bannion run around unfiltered and full of alcohol, who knows what’d he’d say?

“randy!” it was dawson’s voice called out to pink, he was peeking his head through the door frame of the kitchen.

“what?”

dawson motioned quickly with his hand, calling pink over to him. “you gotta see what y/n is doing right now man. she’s dancing with darla.”

“oh shit,” pink grumbled. he put down the cup and quickly followed dawson out the kitchen and to the dining room of the house where the music got louder.

i been around the world

i’ve seen a million girls

ain’t none of them got

what my lady got

you were stood on top a table with darla, both of you shaking your hips and attracting even more of a crowd. people stood around the table, calling and cheering the both of you on.

pink liked to call you and darla the evil twins because every time you two were paired together with music and substances, nothing good was to come of it.

she stealin the spotlight

knocks me off my feet

she’s enough to start a landslide

just walkin’ down the street

he pushed through the crowd until he was at the table. pink stood next to jodi who had her arms crossed and an amused look on her face as she watched you and darla dance.

“and you just let this happen?” pink spoke above the music, crossing his arms and not pulling his eyes off the way your body moved.

jodi shrugged. “you know you can’t stop y/n when she parties. look at her.”

pink and jodi both tilted their heads, looking at the way you pressed your back to darla and how the girl began to grind against you.

wearin dresses so tight

and lookin like dynamite

about to blow me away

“i’m not gonna lie, i’m actually a little jealous right now.” pink spoke to jodi making her laugh. darla had a firm grip of your hips and definitely wasn’t letting go any time soon. she turned both of you, making you face pink as her arms slid around your waist and rocked you to the music. she smiled at your boyfriend, sticking her tongue out and continuing to dance.

no doubt about it

can’t live without it

that girl’s got rhythm

“yeah,” pink spoke, watching how the both of you moved. “enough of that.”

jodi laughed as pink moved closer to the table, wrapping strong arms around your legs and lifting you up. you screamed a little as you were thrown over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes and carried out of the living room.

pink walked back to the kitchen and sat you in the counter, looking at how your face pouted. “you are such a party pooper randall floyd!” you slurred, leaning back and hitting your head on the cabinet. you groaned in pain. “ow.”

“how many drinks have you had tonight?” pink stood in between your legs, looking at you closely and running his hands over your thighs. he put a hand up to the back of your head, massaging it gently.

you titled your head at him, ignoring the question completely. “you’re so pretty.”

your boyfriend smiled at you and laughed before digging in his pocket for the car keys. “yeah, i’m taking you home.”

“noo!” you whined out, gripping his arm. “i wanna stay and dance.”

“you are way too fucked up to be here right now. you smell like a dispensary too.” he spoke, commenting on the heavy weed smell from the joint you had smoked earlier.

“i haven’t even smoked tonight.” you lied, rubbing his arm gently. pink looked down at your manicured fingers and how they traced over his muscles. he gripped your hand, stopping you from feeling up his arms. “nice try, you can’t flirt your way out of this.”

“noo let me stay. i promise, ‘m good.”

pink thought about it for a second. “alright. if you can walk in a straight line back to the living room i’ll let you stay.”

you smiled deeply at pink. “observe.” you spoke in an overly cocky tone, sliding off the counter top to stand. you stumbled a bit, the room was spinning in about three different directions and right now to were regretting the shots you took with darla before your impromptu table dance.

you turned your head to pink and he gave you an amused look, motioning with his hands for you to go on. you turned back and took a deep breath.

just walking in a straight line, i can do it

you couldn’t even take a full step before you came crashing to the floor. luckily your boyfriend had fast reflexes and was able to hook your waist with his arm, tugging you into his chest before you fell down.

pink kissed the side of your head before whispering in a teasing tone, “you’re smashed.”

you didn’t respond, much too embarrassed to justify yourself to him right now. pink put your arm over his shoulder and kept his arm around your waist as he began to walk you out of the house. when you reached the front lawn you got away from him stumbling around a few before falling on to the grass.

pink sighed. “you plan on getting up?”

“it’s so comfy.” you muttered, rolling over on to your back. the cool grass was a nice feeling in your drunken state, it felt good against your skin.

“i’m sure it is.” pink spoke, getting in his knees and pulling you to sit up. “but you know what’s he even more comfortable? your bed.”

your eyes widened at his statement. “that’s so true!”

he couldn’t help but laugh at you, pulling you up to stand and practically dragging you to his car.

“you really are so beautiful, you know?” you smiled, looking at pink as he unlocked the car door. pink smiled back at you, “thank you. you are also very beautiful.”

he opened the door to the backseat and helped you in, reaching over and clicking your seatbelt for you. he was so close and was making you feel so strange and it didn’t help that he smelt like heaven.

“do you have a girlfriend?” you asked making him turn his head. pink’s confusion turned to laughter.

“yes, as matter of fact i do.”

“fuck.” you tossed your head back, “she’s so lucky.”

pink sighed. “y/n, you are my girlfriend.”

you snapped your head up at turned to him. “i am? aww that’s so sweet!” you smiled, cupping his face and bringing him in for a kiss. he could taste the alcohol on your lips and normally he wouldn’t like that, but it was you so he couldn’t resist kissing back. you pulled away from the kiss after a few seconds, “i love you.”

he gave you his full smile. “i love you more.”

pink cupped your face, “okay, let’s get you home.”

“so we can fuck?”

he sighed and and pinched your cheeks before letting go of your face. he decided to humor you. “yeah, as soon as you sober up i’ll show you a good time but for now let’s focus on getting you in bed- to sleep.” he closed the back door, sitting in the driver’s seat and turning on the child lock. he wasn’t taking any chances with your safety.

“why not now?” you whined, slouching forward and pressing your face to the back of the drivers seat. the leather was cool against your face. pink backed out of the driveway and pulled on to the main road as you sat up straight.

“because you’re drunk. that’s why.”

you were silent after that, leaning back fully into the seat and looking at the cars and houses he drive past on the main roads.

he checked on you through the rear view mirror numerous times through the the drive, just making sure you were good and weren’t like- choking on your own vomit or something.

when pink pulled on to your block he drove cautiously, saying a silent prayer that your parents weren’t home.

he parked in front of your house and pulled the keys out of the ignition, silently thanking god that your parents were away.

pink opened the back car door, taking off your seatbelt and picking you up. you grumbled incoherent nonsense and he walked up the front door, using the house key in the lamp to open it and pull you upstairs to your room.

pink sat you on the bed and immediately you flopped over on your side. the room was still spinning and the weed mixed with the alcohol made you feel like you had no gravity pulling you down the earth. right now you were simply floating in the stratosphere. pink laughed a little and pulled you to sit up.

“what do you wanna wear?” he asked as he took off your shoes for you. he began to look through your dressers for cloths after that.

“i really want doritos…”

pink sighed. “as soon as we get you changed and in bed you can have all the doritos you want, sweetie.”

he pulled out one of his old jerseys from your dresser and smiled, it was all the way from sophomore year.

“you kept this?” pink asked, walking over to you with a smile. you looked at the jersey and nodded.

“yeah, it’s comfy.” you flipped over again causing him to sigh. pink moved his hands to your pants, unzipping your jeans and pulling them off before helping you put on some shorts. after your pants were changed he removed all your bracelets, necklaces and rings. he left the room for a second before coming back some makeup wipes and a brown wash cloth.

you laid there, watching and letting him take care of you. when he finished changing your clothes he removed your makeup and then pressed a cold wash cloth on to your forehead.

“do you think you’re gonna throw up tonight?”

you only nodded a bit, sitting up and using what ever strength you had left to stand. again, the room spun and you fell back. pink gently grabbed you, sitting you back down on the bed. “woahh, take it easy babe.” he grabbed the wash cloth and pressed it all over your face. “what do you need? i’ll get it for you. just stay here.”

“water please.”

pink nodded and kissed your head, tucking your body under the covers and leaving you in the room for a minute.

he came back with a glass of water, a bag of doritos and a bucket in case you puked during the night.

pink began to walk towards the door but immediately stopped when he heard your voice call out. “you’re leaving?” there was a slight hint of sadness in your tone that made his heart soften.

“no, baby. i’m not leaving. i just gotta go grab some clothes from the car and i’ll be back.”

you nodded and laid down. as soon as your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light. when pink came back into your bedroom, he was careful to be quiet and not wake you. the boy had changed into a black shirt and some flannels to sleep it. he turned off the light, walking over to the bed and slipping in with you.

even in your sleepy state, you felt his body press against yours and his arms wrap around you. soft kisses where placed on the side of your face until both of you fell asleep.

#fluff #getting drunk #dazed and confused imagine #dazed and confused #pink floyd #randall pink floyd imagine #randall pink floyd x reader #randall

[cherubfae]

soft partner who is super strong || arcane x reader

with Vander, Silco, Viktor, Jayce, Caitlyn, Vi, & Jinx

tags: slight canon typical violence/explosions, alcohol consumption, cursing, established relationships, lots of fluff and silliness :3 gn!reader as usual! ;D

Vander

He enjoyed teasing you, keeping things out of your reach so that you'd have to ask for his help. He adored being your big, strong man and coming to your aid. Need the jar opened? You've got it! Can't reach those cups at the top shelf? Hang on, darlin', your Vander's got it!

Remodeling The Last Drop had been a spur of the moment ordeal. Two patrons had destroyed half the booze display shelf in a drunken brawl, leaving Vander to clean up the mess and shell out some coin to order the replacements. He would've rebuilt it himself if he had any lumber, but carpentry wood had been scarce as of late.

"Hey, love, which side would you like this to go?"

Vander lifts his head at your words, his eyes damn near popping out of his skull as you casually stop carrying the shelf-- heavy wooden drawers and glass doors in and all-- with such ease. Like you were carrying a bin of trash to the edge of the street."How in the bloody fuck are you doing that, darlin'?" He baffles, watching as you easily squeeze the shelf along its matching partner.

"Oh, you know. You bend down-- it's very important to lift with your legs not your back-- and you grasp your hands on both sides and--"

"Very funny, smartass." Vander doesn't bother to hide his chuckle. He then realized you never needed his help to open those jars in the first place.

Silco

The last thing this kingpin expected was to be caught up in the crossfires between his own men and the Firelights especially not when he was out and about with you. Silco also wasn't expecting you to completely rip off an entire steel paneling of a scrapped boat beached near the murky water and use it as a bloody shield. The two of you were able to return to his office without harm, Silco immediately pouring himself a glass of whiskey. He slumps into his seat with a heavy sigh.

"Darling," he starts, already sounding exasperated. "Just when were you going to tell me you had such gorgeous strength?" Silco toys with the lip of his glass, his eyes flickering to you. You grin wide, unphased.

Quickly, you chirped, "You never asked!" With your signature beaming smile. Silco fights the urge to smack his face with his hand.

"...I hadn't ever considered it a possibility to even ask, but consider me intrigued, dearest. What more can you do? Show me."

Viktor

He's lethally smart and typically a man who doesn't bother asking anyone for help, let alone you, his precious partner. Viktor is often determined to do everything on his own, with a very destructive mindset of 'I'm not useful if I'm not being productive' . Even for Piltover's smartest man, sometimes he did require extra help.

His latest invention was one of stealth and mass. A creation not unlike a Firelight's hovercraft, but much more heavy-duty. It wasn't built for a rider but to be used as a drone-- it was controlled completely by a remote device. Built to shoulder more cargo with an automated turret on the back. Somewhere buried in his mathematics, Viktor miscalculated the dimensions of the clamps meant to hold the mammoth device as he sat in front of it.

Before a ton of weight could come tumbling down on top of him, you had stopped it with ease. Lifting it high over your head, Viktor was in awe. What a true ethereal beauty you are.

Jayce

"I was thinking about this new design for the Atlas gauntlents--... H-How are you lifting that? That's impossible!" Jayce gawks. The sheer amount of iron you carried was inhuman, yet you carried it with such ease that would have the toughest brawler crying to be done. Back and forth, you placed all of his ingots used for smelting off to the side of Jayce's barren new workshop.

You give him an easy grin, smile teasing. "Iron isn't that heavy, Jayce." Shooting him a playful wink, you set the last bulk of the iron aside to return to planning out the blueprint for the forge. Jayce could only blink in disbelief, speechless, and shook his head. Maybe next time he could hire you to help him versus paying others to do it.

Caitlyn

There wasn't much that seemed to surprise Caitlyn anymore. Much of the true nature and cruelty of the world already lived right under Piltover's noses. The existence of Shimmer alone was proof of that.

While working a festival, an explosion near the city square alerted Caitlyn and the other Enforcers to the location. No doubt one of Silco's goons. She looked towards the booth where you had been worked, panic erupting in her stomach when she realized you weren't there.

Upon entering the scene, she was more alarmed than surprised to see you there, helping recover civilians trapped beneath the rubble using such super strength she'd never known you could do before.

Immediately she's at your side, assessing the damage and calling for backup and medical attention for those affected. She'll ask you of this later, for now, the civilians are more important. It was a miracle that you were there to help--and she was relieved you were unharmed. You were the miracle.

Vi

She knew you were strong and capabke of many things. She wasn't aware of one of those things being you could send an Enforcer through several brick and mortar walls. Let alone with a single punch! You truly never cease to amaze her!!

Vi's heart skips a beat in her chest. You wipe your hands across your pants, blowing away the remaining dust collected across your knuckles.

You haven't even broken skin, no sign of blood or marring across your seemingly delicate hands. When you face her, she's got a wide dopey grin on her face and makes the first comment that comes to mind.

"Holy shit, babe. That was hot."

Jinx

She, like everyone else, was quite well-aware of your strength. You enjoyed carrying her around with ease-- she enjoyed it too! The exact magnitude of strength, however, was a mystery.

Until the day finally came where she would learn just how truly powerful her partner was. A foot chase broke out between you and a downed Firelight. The perpetrator in question towing a large rucksack of valuables meant for the Chem-Barons. Jinx had been following the chase along the rooftops of Zaun, doing her best to keep up.

With a snarl, Jinx watched as you hefted a sturdy steel pole that your arms barely wrapped around and slammed it in front of the Firelights, narrowly crushing them beneath its sheer weight.

"Got'cha." You snarked, picking up the rucksack and tossing it over your shoulder. "Let's leave this one for Silco to deal with, honey." You crouch down and grab the unconscious Firelight's shoulder.

Jinx grinned wide. She wasn't used to seeing you so, so feral! She loved it!! You were normally so composed and gentle. She liked this side of you.

"You got it, toots!"

Ekko

The poor boy is a bit lost and confused. The Firelight's hoverboard gear was far from light, it certainly wasn't the heaviest, but he certainly hadn't expected his sweet partner to use the modified tech to smack an entire cargo blimp across the sky and into the sea near the docks.

Shimmering purple water bubbled to the surface, surely infested the already bizarre and chemically unnatural sea life that lurked beneath the water's depths.

"Whoa, I didn't know you had that sorta strength in ya!" Ekko folds his arms across his chest. "Not ideal that that stuff's in the ocean, but Zaun's done worse..." He shakes his head and hops onto his board, offering his hand to you. You accept and he hauls you up behind him. "Let's ditch this scene, yeah, babe?" He snickers, his mask distorting the sound slightly. His board zips to life, leaving green streaks in its wake.

|| I DON'T GIVE PERMISSION FOR MY WORKS TO BE REPOSTED, RESHARED, OR EDITED. TUMBLR IS MY ONLY ACCOUNT AND THE ONLY PLACE WHERE I POST MY WRITING. ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS, THE STORY BELONGS TO ME. || CHERUBFAE © 2023

#arcane imagines #arcane x reader #vander x reader #silco x reader #viktor x reader #jayce x reader #caitlyn kiramman x reader #vi x reader #jinx x reader #ekko x reader #arcane x you #cherubfae 2023

[swabsandcream]

Get High with Me

Dean Winchester x GN!Reader

Summary: Y/N and the boys finally get a day off of hunting and they each find a way to help them pass the time.

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, swearing

Having an off day wasn’t common for Y/N and the boys, but when they did get one, they would stay inside the bunker for the whole day and do their usual routine. Sam would be in the study room with his face in a book, Dean would be in his room watching reruns of the original Scooby Doo series, and Y/N would be in their room getting high on edibles. This time around, Y/N decided that they didn’t want to get high alone, seeing if one of the boys would like to join them for the ride. Sam immediately declined, then proceeded to lecture Y/N about the dangers of getting high. Dean, on the other hand was curious since he had never tried an edible before. He felt like Y/N was exaggerating about the effects of it, so he decided to try and call their bluff. 

The two hunters were inside of Dean’s cluttered room sitting on his full-sized bed, each holding two THC infused gummies in the palm of their hands.

“You ready bro? I’m telling you this shit is no joke, so if you’re gonna chicken out-”

“Whatever asshat, let’s get it over with.” Dean’s cocky tone only made Y/N laugh, watching him quickly pop the two gummies in his mouth like they were pain pills. Y/N followed suit and ate their gummies too, not taking their eyes off of Dean who was giving them a very unamused facial expression. 

“Oh wow I feel...absolutely nothing. You sure you didn’t get played by whoever you bought that off of?”

“Just give it a couple minutes.” Y/N laid down on Dean’s bed with their legs hanging off the edge, closing their eyes as they waited for the effects to kick in. Dean scoffed at them, and he copied Y/N’s actions in effort to feel at least the tiniest bit of whatever they were feeling. As the time passed, Y/N could slowly feel their heart start to race, opening their eyes to see the design of the ceiling forming into an optical illusion. As they lifted their arms up in effort to reach the ceiling, they began to hear loud wheezing coming from the man laid beside them. Y/N turned to the left to see Dean, whose face was red as a tomato as he continued to wheeze as if he were unable to breathe properly.

“You good man?” Y/N smacked Dean’s chest, causing him to take a deep breath and exhale while laughing hysterically. He turned to Y/N, grabbing their arm as he struggled to form words that made sense.

“You remember- you remember when Sam- you remember- FUCK.” Y/N joined in on the abundance of uncontrollable laughter from their incredibly stoned friend. The pair were in tears at this point, grabbing hold of each other by the arms as if their lives depended on it. Suddenly they found themselves reenacting the famous scene from the film ‘Titanic’.

“I’m gonna let go now, you’re better off without me. Promise me you will survive! Don’t give up!”

“I’ll never let go Jack, I’ll never let go!” Y/N’s dramatic words were confirmation for Dean to let go of their arms, allowing himself to slowly roll off the side of the bed and onto the floor with a loud thud.”

“Ouch.”

“NOOOOO.” Y/N rolled over to the edge of the bed to look down at Dean, laid out on the floor with his tongue hanging out the corner of his mouth pretending to be dead. This triggered hysterics from both of them once more, leading to a slightly annoyed Sam to poke his head through the already cracked door to Dean’s room.

“Can you guys keep it down? I’m trying to get some work done out here.”

“Sammy you gotta try this shit man I’m begging you.” Dean spoke indistinctly, grabbing the side of the bed to assist him with getting up to stand on his two feet. He stumbled over to Sam like a toddler just learning how to walk, nearly falling into his little brother’s arms as he lost balance and ended up smacking his bottom on the hard floor. 

“Ouch.”

Y/N managed to calm down enough to lift themselves up off the bed and walk towards the doorway, stepping over Dean and pushing Sam aside in effort to get out of the room. Their throat felt like it was on fire, so they made a break for the kitchen in effort to quench their thirst. Once they made it to the kitchen, they grabbed two cold bottles of water and attempted to return back to the room, until they were stopped by Sam, who was more concerned than irritated at the moment.

“How long is this supposed to last Y/N? We could end up having a case tomorrow.”

“Relax man, we’ll be fine. Get those tighty whities out your ass for me yeah?” Y/N said calmly as they brushed past the most responsible person of the three, and back to their partner in crime who was sitting idle on the floor. Y/N helped Dean back up to his feet, giving him one of the bottles of water and guiding him back to the bed. 

“Here you go man, go ahead and lay down. I’m gonna go back to my room and pass out. You’ll be alright I promise.” Y/N oversaw Dean chug his water like he was suffering from dehydration and lay back down in his bed, all four limbs spread out on each side. Seeing that Dean was fully relaxed and safe, Y/N made their way back to their own room, passing out as soon as their head hit the pillow of their bed. 

Dean let his high fully wash over him as he remained laid out on his bed, imagining that he was floating in the middle of the ocean all by himself. For the first time in a very long time he felt at peace, like he didn’t have a single thing to worry about. There were no monsters, no demons, no angels, nothing. Just him, a large body of water, the blaring hot sun above him, and the baby blue sky surrounding him. If this is what it always felt like to be high, then Dean never wanted to come back down. 

#dean winchester #deanwinchester #dean winchester x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral imagine #supernatural #dean winchester fanfiction #sam winchester

[ashwhowrites]

Well, since we're all feral for Bratty Eddie now: perhaps a holiday special, where he bugs his girl so much while she's trying to bake Christmas treats, she bends him over the counter and spanks him with a wooden spoon? Then tells him to get his ass in the corner and think about what a brat he's been until she's done. Mommy's got work to do, the rest of his punishment will have to wait. And God help that needy brat if she catches him touching himself.

⚠️smutish, tiny moment of oral sex, Eddie's ass is in trouble again. And some use of slut and whore

~~

Y/N volunteered to make cookies for her work. She loved to bake and usually Eddie loves to help. He'd sit on the counter and make sure all her treats tasted just perfect. Usually if he was a good boy, he'd be rewarded for his good behavior.

But today he didn't seem to want to be on the nice list. She did technically tease him all morning. Giving him the sloppiest head just to pull away when he started screaming to cum. Apparently she needed to make the cookies then and there.

"mommy, you've been doing this for two hours!" Eddie whined as she continued to decorate her sugar cookies. Every cookie had its own design. Very small details and she needed to be focus.

"shush" she demanded. Leaning over the table as she got as close to the plate as she could. Only to drop the cookie on top of another one when Eddie decided to rub himself against her. Moaning against her as his cock rubbed her ass.

"BABY!" She scolded. Turning around with a glare.

His cheeks flared, and he bit his lip. He was definitely in trouble.

"I'm sorry" he grumbled.Seeing as two of her cookies were now ruined. But still trying to grind his hips into her, even harder now that she's facing him.

"go sit and wait until I'm done"

He listened to that direction for 5 minutes.

"done now?" He whined standing next to her as he handed her a new cookie to decorate

"no Eddie. Be patient" she rolled her eyes. She did not have time for his attitude today.

A few minutes of silence passed.

And then he spoke again

"okay how about a break? I bet I could make you feel really good" he smirked as he went behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Kissing her neck softly as he grinded his cock into her ass

"not now. I have ten more cookies then I'm all yours"

"orrrrrrr you can work on the cookies while I kneel down behind you, lift up your cute apron and skirt. And eat mommy's pussy like the good boy I am?" He smirked as he heard her breathing get louder.

His hands were sneaking down her skirt, preparing to lift it up but she smacked his hand.

"orrrr you can be a good boy and fucking listen. Go sit" she demanded. Not looking in his direction as she pointed to the kitchen table.

"you know what? No" he said as he dropped to his knees, yanking her skirt up as he kissed the globes of her ass.

"I'm hungry and I want your pussy. Enough said" he scoffed, easily moving her panties to the side as he shoved his tongue inside of her.

She gripped the counter and braced herself. He gripped her hips harshly and moved her back and forth along his tongue.

"fuck Eddie " she squealed

Eddie has never taken action on her before. She was so caught off guard, she didn't know what to do. But she knew if she let him have this, he'd never live it down.

She moaned as he fucked his tongue deeper inside of her. He was making it wet, loud and messy. Just like how he knew she liked it. Sucking loudly. She clenched as she could hear just how wet she was.

She shuddered as she looked to her right, a wooden spoon, cleaned and dried.

She smirked as she grabbed it. Hiding it in front of her as she reached behind her. Grabbing Eddie's hair and yanking him out of her

"mommy no" he whined. Trying to shove his face between her again but she stepped back.

She turned around and looked down at him

"you always look so good on your knees for me" she praised

"thanks mommy" he smiled, a blush heating up his cheeks.

"stand up and bend over the counter. Pants and boxers down now" she demanded. His smile dropped immediately

A small whine in his throat

"you going to spank me or something? See if I care" He mocked, standing up tall, looking down at her.

"oh baby. We both know how hard that pathetic cock gets when you get spanked. " She smirked as his hard face slightly fell. He looked down at his belt, a cough leaving his throat.

He stepped back, hooking his hands under his shirt and slowly taking it off. Purposely making sure he teased her the whole way through. Grazing his fingertips softly over his nipples, whining as he pinched the sensitive skin. Moving his fingertips down his stomach. A shit eating grin on his face as he watched her clench her thighs.

He unbuckled his belt slowly, pulling the leather through every loop.

His mind flashed back to when he took his belt off for her last time, the memory made his cock twitch harder in his jeans. He went to hand her the belt but she stopped him

"Oh no. Mommy doesn't want the belt" she smirked as he gulped. Letting the belt clink on the floor.

He finished undressing himself. Now standing naked in their kitchen, his red cock on display as she walked closer to him, her fingernails scraping against his tip as he grunted.

"bend your slutty ass over the counter. Now" she demanded

"make me" he growled out. Even though he had to look down at her, she was always looking down at him

"oh pretty boy has a big mouth tonight. Mommy isn't in the mood for attitude. Counter. Now. "

"mommy doesn't scare me. Maybe she should bend over the counter and let me fuck her until I want to stop. Until this cock gets exactly what he wants" he said confidently. Grabbing her hand and forcing in on his aching cock.

She would admit, he's knocking her off of her game. But she definitely wasn't going to let him know that.

She smiled up at him, twisting her hand into a tight grip around his cock and using it to lead him to where she wanted. Tugging roughly that he had no choice but to move with her so she didn't tug too much. Easily turning him around and bending him over the counter.

"mommy doesn't want to be fucked by a bratty slut. So here's how it will go. I'm going to use the spoon I used to bake with. So next time we are here again, you will have flashbacks to when the wood snapped against your slutty ass," she slapped his ass for good measure. Loving how his skin already turned pink. "Then once I think I'm done with your small punishment, you will sit on this counter, naked and raw and watch me finish my cookies. Then maybe just maybe I'll fuck you. Got it pretty boy?"

"fuck you" he growled. He could see her reflection in the window in front of them. Her eyes caught his. She slapped his ass again, ticking her tongue.

"imagine what the neighbors think? Anyone could walk past here, see you bent over like a whore, screaming, crying, and whining as I destroy you. I wonder if Mrs. Lars across the street would still flirt with you if she knew how much of a whiner and slut you are."

Eddie knew he should feel embarrassed, she wanted him to be embarrassed. But the thought of a woman, who constantly flirted with him, watching him as he cried in pleasure and pain because he was getting fucked by his girlfriend turned him on even more.

"you sound jealous mommy" he smiled over his shoulder. Balls tightening at the dark look over her face. His body was starting to realize she wasn't touching him. Begging to be closer to her skin. He bent just a bit further, hoping it wasn't noticeable. Eyes closing as he felt her hand inches away from his ass.

"I don't get jealous" she warned through clenched teeth.

Her nails gripped into his ass harshly. No doubt leaving indents in the skin. He jerked at the grip. Sighing as she finally touched him.

Before Eddie could let out his next snarky comment, she yanked his hair. Neck thrown back harshly as he gasped.

"count pretty boy" she lectured. Throwing his head back with force. He moaned as she simply moves his body to where she wants it.

Eddie watched as she grabbed the wooden spoon. Slowly moving it up his legs, to his chest, over his neck, up his cheek and inches away from his lips.

"get it wet" she demanded

"use your wet pussy" he demanded back. Enjoying the way her body tensed behind him. He could feel the anger radiating off of her body.

This time she didn't ask. Bending over his body, forcefully shoving the spoon in his mouth.

He immediately sucked on the wood. Moaning around the spoon as she moved it all around.

"mhhm good boy. Always listen so well when your mouth has something to suck" she mocked, landing another hand on his ass.

The high whine that left his throat was her answer.

"open" she said softly in his ear, taking out the wooden spoon. Eyes watching as a line of spit connected the top and his lip. Eddie groaned as he saw it too.

"any last chance to at least apologize for your tongue?" She teased. Biting his earlobe and sucking on it softly.

"didn't seem like my tongue was an issue this morning for mommy"

She rolled her eyes. Not bothering to say a word as she removed her body from his. Rubbing his ass softly. She softly kissed the skin of his ass, then brought the spoon down, hard.

The first crack to his ass echoed throughout their home. But the scream that left Eddie afterwards echoed throughout their heads.

"MOMMY FUCK" his hands grasped the counter. But she didn't wait this time in between hits.

She smacked him again and again.

"FUCK FUCK...HOLD ON" but she didn't care. The fact that he forgot to count made it all so much better.

"too fast? Does my little slut need to take it slow?" She teased. Rubbing his steaming red skin softly.

"no...I'm good" he whined

"if you are so good, why don't I hear you counting?" She lightly tapped the spoon over the marks. The small hits caused his ass to clench.

"oh fuck. I'm so sorry. Mommy"

"then do it correctly" she said

She pulled back the spoon, using every bit of strength to crack on his ass again. Watching his pale skin turn slightly pink. His ass muscles clenched as he yelped. His arms were bulging as he gripped the counter for stability. His back arched, his chest coming off of the counter. She wishes she could see the veins in his neck. The pain on his face.

"..one" he squeezed out in weezy breaths

"louder"

"ONE" he screamed

"there you go" she praised

Another crack of the spoon landed on his ass

"two" he said as loud as he could. She could hear his deep breaths. He was keeping his body as calm as he could.

She smirked at the challenge

Cracking down twice, in the same exact spot

"JESUS FUCK" he sobbed

She watched as his ass turned red.

Indents of the spoon marked in his skin

His rings were smacking against the counter as he pounded his hands against it

"three and four" he said weakly

"oh baby. It's only been 4 and I can hear how wrecked you are" she mocked

"bite me" he threw back. Keeping his head straight. His eyes were watering and he could feel his ass burning. The heat of her body was driving him crazy.

He noticed she hasn't spoken or spanked him in a minute. Confused he went to turn his head, only for it to be shoved against the counter

"nuh uh. You fucking stay" he groaned as his face was smashed against the cold counter. She wasn't holding his face and he hated how he listened and didn't move.

He felt her kiss down his spine. Sighing at the comfort of her lips. She kissed the spoon prints even softer. Licking the outline on his skin.

"fuck mommy that's good" he moaned, he couldn't see her from this position and he wanted to. But he already felt wrecked.

"how about this?" She asked

His eyes clenched hard when he felt her teeth sink into his right ass cheek.

"oh dear fuck" he whimpered. She bit him hard. Not releasing her teeth at all

His hand went behind him, trying to pull her off. He moaned as she released his skin. The wetness felt nice on his burning skin but the bite left a stinging pain behind.

"you wanted me to bite you, didn't you baby?" She teased

Kissing the bite mark left on his ass. Moving to his left as she bit down just as hard. Refusing to pull away until his hand came swatting her away.

"I didn't mean it" he cried. She watched as his right foot stomped in attitude, legs shaking slightly.

"then you shouldn't say shit" she warned

Standing back up

Cracking the spoon down on the two bite marks she left.

His hips jerked forward, and his knees were starting to buckle

"five and six" he breathed out

"turning so fucking red" she moaned. Rubbing his throbbing skin softly.

He sighed in content, a small hum on his tongue.

"just four more. Can you do that for me pretty boy?" She spoke softly. Her lips returning to his spine

"yes mommy" he nodded

"that's my good boy" she praised

"these are going to be the hardest ones okay? Squeeze my hand if it's too hard. And yank it if you want to stop"

He nodded at her instructions, lacing his fingers with hers

"thank you mommy" he kissed her hand and held it tight. Spreading his legs just a tad bit further apart

She smiled as he spread himself further

"I'm buying you a butt plug for Christmas. This pretty ass needs to be filled constantly" she thought outloud, rubbing his skin to calm the throbbing

Eddie practically sunk into the floor. The thought of him being full as she teased him from feet away had him leaking

Once he felt the next crack on his ass, he squeezed the hell out of her hand.

"seven"

Then she smacked him again and again

"EIGHT AND NINE" he tried to take deep breaths

He could feel his balls tightening and getting heavy. His warning that he was going to be cumming in no time

"stop. Stop" he said fast, yanking her hand.

"okay. We'll stop" she said in seconds

Grabbing his waist and turning him around

She smiled at his fucked out face. He looked just like she thought he would. Red cheeks, puffy wet eyes and lips bleeding from biting so hard

"what's wrong?"

"mommy I'm going to cum if we keep going" he warned. Sobs leaving his body because he wanted to keep going so bad.

"do you want mommy to make you cum?" She asked it so genuinely he was confused

"yes? Please?" He squeaked out

"too fucking bad. Only good boys get to cum. You are going to take it and not cum" She smirked

He should have known that she wasn't genuine. Nose flaring at her wickedness

"fine. I don't need you to cum." He defend

His hand reaching for his leaking cock that was begging for real attention but he felt the spoon smack his hand in seconds

"ouch" he whined yanking his hand into his chest

She ignored him. Knowing he wanted to stop so he didn't cum, not because he was hurt.

With that in mind, she turned him around fast, not giving him time to make his next move as she smacked the spoon down as hard as she could. Watching his skin turn the darkest shade of red she's seen. His skin jiggling at the force

"FUCK..SHIT. TEN!" he screamed

He held on to the counter, fear in his stomach as he felt his cum shoot out of him. Looking down at the ropes of cum that decorated the counter

"shit... fuck...oh God" he whispered to himself. Trying to use his chest to cover most of the cum

He heard the spoon land on the counter next to him. His eyes watched as her hand trailed closer to his hand

She yanked his hand off the counter, easily yanking his body away from the mess he made

"oh baby....look at the mess you made. Even after mommy told you not to fucking cum" she scolded, a light smack on his face

Smiling as he moaned

"I'm sorry.....I told you ...I couldn't....you didn't listen" he tried to defend himself but he could easily see she didn't give a shit.

"clean it up" she barked, shoving past his naked body as she washed her hands.

Going back to her cookies without a care

Eddie sighed and went to grab a towel

"with your tongue"

His eyes snapped to her, her back was to him as she bent over to finish her cookie.

He shuddered. He hated it but loved how she didn't even look at him as she bossed him around

"yes mommy" he said with a sigh

Looking down at the counter and bending down

Sticking his tongue out as he swiped his cum off of the marble. Whining at his own taste. He cleaned off every spot

"I'll make sure to tell Mrs.Lars you like to taste your own cum" she mocked him again, her back was still to him. Not bothering to look to see if he was listening to her....she knew he was.

"you're such a brat sometimes" he whined. Arms crossing over his chest. Eyes rolling with a pout on his face.

She turned around within seconds

"I'm the brat? Listen to me you whore. I'm not the one who threw a fit because i wasn't getting attention. So sit your raw ass on that counter, keep your hands away from yourself and shut your fucking mouth. I'm so very close to leaving you high and dry for a month"

"no please don't" he cried, hands reaching out to her waist, throwing her body into his. "I'm sorry. I'll be good. I swear. I'll even help decorate. Please"

She ignored him as he gave her his puppy eyes.

"sit now"

He nodded and let her pull herself away

"kiss first?" He asked quietly

She sighed as she kissed his lips softly

He smiled in victory

Slowly placing himself on the counter. The freezing marble eased the burning and stinging on his ass.

He watched her work, eyes moving around the ktichen

"um mommy" he said nervously, looking out the window. Eyes landing on his neighbor who stood shocked and eyes wide

"what Eddie?" She snapped turning around

"Mrs.Lars can totally see my cock right now"

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[insomnis-noctis]

Poly Mean Dom Bacara and Neyo

Minors DNI this is 18+

Warnings: Smut, filthy smut, cursing, p in v, rough sex, squirting, multiple orgasms, dacryphilia, soft choking, dom/sub, mention of polyamory, spanking, somewhat rough restraining, creampie, dirty talk, soft degrading, fluff towards the end.

Note: Bacara and Neyo get so little content. I need more and I will provide it if I have too

"Don't stop. Even if I beg you to." It was that phrase that got you here. These two were already more than capable of wrecking you on a normal day, but you just let them off their imaginary leash so to speak. And gave them the free reign to pretty much do whatever they wanted within the rules and boundaries you had all set.

So that's how you ended up with your legs spread open to fit the man currently between them, who was snapping his hips so deliciously harsh into you, making all the muscles in your entire body pretty much useless. Your form going limp as he hit that perfect little spot. Your hand pathetically reaches to find purchase on his trim hips, attempting to slow his endeavors. With a keenly trained eye he took notice immediately and without missing a beat he smacks it away but you're nothing if not persistent in your plea for mercy. His eyes narrowed and that vertical green tattoo, that held his original designation in standard galactic lettering and numeration rolled over his tanned skin and the small whited out scars along his face.

Scars that you wouldn't be able to see if you weren't as close as you were to him right now. Very few people ever got the pleasure- or displeasure of being in his presence, let alone to hear him speak. And you seriously doubted that anyone in their right mind would want to. Neyo was nothing if not brutally honest, dark, with a harshness and cold logical driven mind teetering on the edge of cruelty and complete callousness. A mind that held loyalty to a Republic he had been indocrinated into serving and providing both his loyalty and skills too.

If Bacara was the calm Neyo was most certainly the storm. They went together perfectly. Rumor has it they bonded on ARC training with Captain Alpha-17, having a mutual viewpoint and a common goal. He was cold and calm and intense until he wasn't anymore. Until his patience ran out and his anger got the best of him. Neyo would sooner spit in your face than grace most people with time to hear his voice unless it was necessary.

"Move your hand." His voice is deep, dark and gruff from years of carefully controlled use, his tone- stern and filled with authority.

He spoke like someone who was used to having their orders followed- and he was. No one dared to question him, as he held the status of Marshal Commander- a title he didn't attain by being a push over and just conceding to whatever authority was above him. He was quick to correct anyone who got the idea wrong. A loud crack and the sharp sting that followed on the side of your ass swiftly brought you back to your senses almost immediately. You're a whimpering mess underneath him, and soon your legs fall open once again.

Taking the opportunity, you reach again, tears threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes. His frowned deepened, he seemed to already be at his wits end with you and your defiance as he spoke again- harsher this time- startling you.

"I said move your karking hand and take it." The pure dominance and sheer annoyance in his voice makes your body fall limply once again and you obey his command with only a loud and pathetic cry.

The pleasure is overwhelming your senses, you can't focus on him in front of you. "Please." You sob. He knew exactly what you wanted but he wasn't going to give it to you. After all this is what you wanted. You asked for it and he would deliver.

"Say it." He growls, continuing to snap his hips into you. "Tell me just exactly how good I'm fucking this pussy. My pussy." You're gasping for breath as you blankly stare up into his dark amber eyes, slurring the words mindlessly as he picked up his pace.

"Y- You- Oh Maker! S'good... so fucking good- fuck.... FUCK!" You managed to scream as you cum, your release coating  his abdomen and drenching the mess of coarse and dark curly hairs above the base of his cock in your juices.

It does absolutely nothing to stop his brutal assault on your cunt. Causing your eyes to roll back as you keened loudly and squirmed, attempting to find some relief. Get away just enough to become coherent enough to do as he commanded you to do. Not asked- commanded. And he hated having to repeat himself.

"Nothing can compare to you- as soon as the words started to leave your lips a large hand wrapped around your throat cutting off your air supply with no hesitation. "You want to repeat that?" The hand squeezes harder and your eyes fly open- head snapping to the side as far as it's able to meet blue eyes and gaze upon the white regulation length curly hair of his brother.

Your brain melts and turns into a pile of mush- you snapping back to reality and your shocked gaze turns into one of fear. Nervously you flick your eyes away, but his voice causes your body to tense. You tighten around Neyo making his already bruising hold on your hips even more painful. You wince and immediately- without an ounce of hesitation his hold lessens in intensity.

"Look at me." He growls in his equally as rough voice, Bacara's voice was deeper than Neyo's and you immediately flicked your eyes to meet his.

"No." You barely mewl out as he loosens his hold enough for you to take a gulp of air to respond- retightening his grip afterwards. Forcing the air out of your lungs once more. He pulls you up off the bed just slightly as he leans in not allowing you to look away this time. Not that you could, your entire attention was now razor focused on him.

"You're going to regret that later." Was all he said, as he dropped you back down unceremoniously as you let out another sob. How could you have forgotten about him? How could you have been so lost in Neyo that you forgot about Bacara watching his brother utterly destroy you. By the looks of it Neyo wasn't the only one who was going to either.

"No! No! No! I'm sorry!" You plead reaching out to him but he just shrugged your hand off, fixing you with a harsh glare. Another hand wrapped around your neck and you immediately snapped your gaze to it's owner. The different sleeve of tattoos letting you know exactly who it was even before you ever saw his face.

"Don't you fucking dare look away from me again! Don't you ever fucking look away from me while I'm fucking you!" His hand tightened and you reached up to hold onto his wrist and forearm. You nodded your head furiously maintaining his intense gaze. "Yes sir! I'm sorry!" You sniffle when he loosens his grip enough for you to suck in a huge gulp of air, and then Neyo lets his hand linger as a reminder for a few more seconds, before it drops back down to your hip.

"Such a greedy thing. Take it then. Take all of it." And you do. The muscle in his jaw flex and shift and he casually reached and rolls a calloused thumb against the oversensitive bundle of nerves and you squirm attempting to escape. And he growls.

A purely animalistic noise in utter agitation. Clearly fed up entirely with your struggling he wrestles you easily, with a quickness and finesse no natborn could have pulled off. In the course of a few measly seconds he had pushed your legs all the way up to your chest. His large hands encircling not only your ankles but your wrists. Pinning them to the bed together as he pounded into you harshly.

He had never stopped. With seemingly new vigor— the force and speed of his thrusts increased while he continued to ignore your screams. Your neighbors definitely thought you were being murdered and if they didn't they most certainly hated you, but you couldn't bring yourself to even think about keeping the volume down. But even if you did it would just result in punishment and Neyo and Bacara were not known to show mercy or take pity. Neyo even less so and you would rather not be hoverchair bound for the rest of your life.

His facial expression stone cold and not a sound was made with any of his efforts still. Other than the harsh breaths he took. All the while you were screaming and forced to take whatever he chose to give you. "I can't! You have to- to stop!" You barely can croak out through your dry throat.

"No." It was a simple word. Spoke with so much repose, he never lost his composure through it all.

A true soldier in mind, body, heart, and soul. Never letting anything throw off his control, even the slick tightness currently squeezing his cock like a vice. The perfect picture of control and power while you were the opposite, the immaculate picture of loss of control and a complete and utter lack of power in not only the situation but the dynamic you three shared. Utterly debauched and a mess, just the way they wanted you. You weren't going to walk right just from the way Neyo was wrecking you. You'd hate to think about what Bacara would do to you next.

You tensed and bucked your hips into him as you spasmed around his thick and aching cock. His eyes briefly fluttered and he bared his teeth before it was gone in a flash once more. His gaze narrowing in on you for the umpteenth time and you felt your heart skip a beat. Blood turning to ice in your veins, with the knowledge you just dug a deeper grave for yourself- a hole would be the understatement of the century.

"Hold your legs up." It was not up for negotiation and through the haze you managed to do as he instructed when he rose up to look down on you. "Wider." Again you follow instruction and spread them wider and by the time you realized what was about to happen it was already too late. Before you could even part your lips to beg you felt it.

There was a loud and wet-slap- and an all too familiar sting right on your clit just as your lips parted. A scream ripping through the room in place of a pitiless plea. Did he just- did he?! Then you felt it again- harder this time and it made you drop your legs and reach in earnest to cover yourself. But your legs were pulled back into the same revealing position, if not just straight flattened to the mattress, along with your arms by another pair of roughened calloused hands.

Neyo's hand shot out a grabbed your throat again, cutting off your air enough to still allow you to breath with some difficulty. Using perfectly restrained force he pinned you back down to the mattress with ease. Barely a fraction of his strength and he had you utterly wrecked and on a whole other plane of existence nowhere near your apartment on Coruscant. "Look at me. I am not going to say it again." He growled your last warning.

Your eyes locked with his and your expression shifted into one of shock before twisting almost comically into one of pain mixed with pleasure. Your eyes widened, lips parting in a shuddering cry. The telltale feeling returned as he gave three more firm slaps to your dripping and overstuffed pussy, that had you spasming again around him. Squirting messily again on his cock that you had always believe was far too big for you. "Fucking filthy."

He angled his hips and proceeded to repeatedly hammer into that perfect spongy little wall that had your vision whiting out. Just in that moment he buried himself as deep as he could go, as he let out a soft stuttering breath. His eyes fluttering and closing briefly- handsome face twisting into a dark scowl as he spilled into you. Filling you up and prompting your already idling brain to short circuit as you clenched around him tighter than before. Neyo somehow managed to force another orgasm out of you.

Three times in a row without so much as a care. Never once getting winded. Nor giving any thought to how many tears streamed down your cheeks, or how flushed your face got. You were going to take whatever he gave you and the more you complained the longer it would be for you. After all, you were the one who wanted this.

Bacara released you shortly after- your legs falling limply on the bed beside Neyo as he rutted into you, his jaw shifting and tensing concerningly so. But you were far too lost to be afraid that he would shatter his teeth at the rate he was going. Hot cum leaking out around your stuffed cunt to your asshole, to even slowly trail down his large heavy balls. You laid there panting with your eyes closed and as Neyo finished he opened his eyes to look over your face. He rose up and with one hand he carefully cupped your neck and tilted your head to him.

Carefully wiping away your tears, before he applied a flex of pressure. Enough to catch your attention but not hurt you and your eyes fluttered open. "M'fine. Jus'need a break." You slurr before nuzzling into his hold knowing he wasn't going to hold you like this for long.

"Don't tap out just yet, civvie'ika." Your eyes fluttered back open and you tensed around Neyo making him hiss and more of his cum oozed out of your overstuffed cunt, leaving a creamy white ring around him, creating a mess on the sheets. But it wasn't Neyo who had spoken. It was.... Bacara. They weren't done with you.

You looked up to meet his gaze upside down. "You're mine now." His deep voice laced with a huskiness that melted what was left of your insides. The back of his knuckles carefully brushed the left side of your face opposite of Neyo. The gesture seemingly gentle but you knew better.

That gesture permeated with his earlier promise. The words didn't need to be spoken again for you to know he would follow through with his earlier assurance of punishment. A sharp chill shot up your spine and had you jerking in surprise, the all to smooth slide of Neyo retreating had you at a loss of words. Your little break was over. It didn't take them much time to recover, enhanced genes and all. You whimpered when Neyo's large calloused hand retreated, the warmth it carried helping you stay grounded even in your dazed state. But now it was gone, and not even a couple seconds later you felt his warmth leave you all together. You whined loudly in disappointment but it was cut off with a harsh slap to the side of your ass. "Shut up. You had a break." You clenched involuntarily at that and even more cum was pushed out of you. Both mens eyes gravitated towards it and the air shifted once more. You heard the words before, they didn't need to be said but they rang in your head anyways as they spoke. "Ungreatful, little thing." Bacara spoke.

"Wasting my cum? And after I filled you so generously. Can't have you wasting all my hard work." And without another word he used his index and middle fingers and pushed it back inside, flicking his gaze up to meet yours before it returned to your core. "When I give you something, you take it. Like a good girl." He rumbled pulling his fingers free as Neyo climbed off the bed.

"Hands and knees." Bacara rumbled. "I can't." You whine softly still recovering. He rumbled a growl and before you even knew what was happening you were flipped over onto your stomach, with your face pressed into the mattress and your knees propping you up so your ass was on display.

With a rough nudge to your legs you managed to shimmy your thighs further apart, putting yourself on display for him. Your cheeks parting to show the rosebud and the dripping entrance his brother had left behind. "Bacara please." You whined your core twitching and flexing at the thought of what was to come. Fresh tears filling your eyes at the unpleasant aching you were feeling due to overstimulation.

"Shut up. You'll cry when I fuck you." He replied with a well placed smack to your ass, you saw this coming and you attempt to swivel away to try and avoid it but failing miserable. You should have known that wouldn't have worked from previous attempts. He wouldn't miss, nor would it mess up his aim. All it would do was make him spank you harder and make him give you another one to make sure you thought twice about doing it again.

The loud noise brought you back and the sharp sting made everything come crashing down around you. A loud mewl tearing from your lips at the feeling, while your head spun as you attempted to recover. "Don't move." That was the first, last and only warning you would receive from him tonight. You resigned to just lay there and then you felt his fingers part your lips before his thumb circled your clit.

"No! No!" You shift more afraid of him abusing your clit than following directions. A loud smack rang through the air making you cry out and a sharp order followed. "Count!" You sniffled but did so.

"One!" You gasped out as you felt the impact of the second. "Two!" You yelped trying stay still so he could give you as few as possible. Before his hand delievered three smacks in rapid succession.

"Three! Four! Five!" You say without missing a beat before he delieved another three hard and fast. "Six! Seven! Eight!" You yelped.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'll be good I promise!" You sobbed into the mattress. "I know you will." He rumbled.

Smack!

The sound cut through the room. "Nine!" You sobbed out.

SMACK!

"Ten!" You yell going limp into the messy sheets. "Don't run away from me. You will not be told again. Hesitate or cover yourself again and I'll bend you over and spank you so hard you won't be sitting right for a month. And you will take it and you will thank me for every one." His deep voice sounded so close to you.

"Do you understand?" He asked sounding near your ear. You jolt up and nodded vigorously. "Yes sir." You reply sniffling and wiping your tears on the sheets as you turned to look at Neyo who was lounging naked on a chair beside the bed that had been pulled into the corner from who knows where.

His eyes emotionless but a heat swirled in them still and if that wasn't a clear giveaway, his hand absentmindedly stroking his thick cock definitely was. You felt your mouth water at the sight but your attention was pulled back to Bacara.  You felt him rubbing his hardened cock between the spread and wet lips of your soaked pussy. You then felt him move his cock between the spread cheeks of you ass. He was hot and hard, and the velvet skin was so soft and smoothe. He twitched against you and you moaned.

"Bacara?" You question curiously. "I want to admire my work." He said. You could feel every ridge and vein as he grinded against your ass. Then without warning he pulled back and guided his cock to your lips and thrusted into you filling you to the brim.

Causing you to gasp and choke on your breath as he sheathed himself inside of you with one go. "Put your arms behind your back." He commanded and you in your brainless state did so weakly. Then he placed one of his hands on your hip and the other grabbed your wrists. Just that one large hand eclipsed both of yours with no struggle.

Before you could get adjusted fully to him he began a brutal pace. "Oh my god!" You moaned immediately, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he completely ravaged you. "Take it. Every. Last. Inch." He growled snapping his hips hard and slow into you.

"Bacara." You whine softly. "I'm going to ruin you. You still haven't figured that out by now? After all this is what you wanted." He asked leaning down over you nipping your neck and sucking marks into your flesh.

The loud sound of flesh slapping echoed in the room along with your moans and his growls and breathing. His hips began snapping into your ass faster and harder making you involuntarily squirm, which didn't hinder him since you weren't trying to get away. "Stop whining and stop moving kark it." He snarled pulling your arms back and causing your back to arch pressing your stomach into the mattress.

"Still think that no one can fuck you like him? Still think no one can compare to him?" Bacara chuckled darkly. "No!" You scream. "Really? Are you sure?" He asked.

It was a trap and you knew it but you couldn't not answer him. Or it would be worse. You nodded your head fast to agree. "You don't have to lie to me. Are you lying to me?" He asked taking the hand on your hip and cracking it down hard on your left cheek.

"No! No! I'm not lying! I swear I'm not lying!" You gulp in a large breath as you paused.

"You both feel so good. No one can fuck me like you two. No other man can make me feel as good as you two can." You babble mindlessly, unable to stop yourself from drooling on the sheets as the loud squelching of your pussy filled your ears.

"This is my pussy. Kriffing mine!" He growled. "Yours." You echoed in a sob. You knew that, your pussy— and by extension you belong to them.

"Such a good kriffing, civvie'ika. Taking it like a good filthy girl. That deserves a reward." He rumbled darkly.

Uh oh.

Oh no.

He wouldn't.

You gasped when his hand traversed from your bruised hip to the bead of you clit. You rolled your hips to get away, but that didn't stop the assault of his flexible fingers had on your sensitive bundle of nerves. "So tight. So fucking wet." You slick muscles tightened at his words earning you a hard smack to you ass with his free hand.

It seemed Bacara was feeling talkative tonight. He wasn't usually like this. "I can feel it. Your close. Cum all over my cock neverd'ika. Cum so I can fill this greedy little pussy up." You screamed as loud as you possibly could as you came.

"There's a good neverd'ika. Squirting so beautifully on my cock. Just for me. All for me." The last thing you heard was Bacara's growl of pleasure. Before the familiar and unmistakable feeling of him cumming inside you burst in your lower abdomen just as everything faded to black.

   You gasped, jolting awake, sitting straight up, wincing at the uncomfortable feeling. "Relax, pretty girl. We're done. You did good." You heard Neyo rumble from beside you to the right. You turned to him and felt him gently push you to lay back down.

"Four was the number we reached this time. That's two less than last time." Bacara replied coming out of the refresher with a warm, damp towel. He coerced you to spread you legs so he could clean you up.

"How long?" You asked. "A few minutes. No more than seven." Neyo answered immediately knowing what you were asking. You wanted to know how long you had been out.

"Sorry." You murmur. "Don't be. You're not always going to be able to handle six orgasms. Plus we were rougher than usual with you." Bacara murmured caressing the marks they left softly.

"Not to mention these weren't normal orgasms either. We made you squirt." Neyo said causing your face to flare in a dark blush. Neyo reached over to the nightstand easily grabbing the jar of bacta. Beginning to apply it to the more sore parts, along with the more visible spots as well.

But only on a few of the bad ones. They didn't want their marks to fade yet. You were never more happy then with your two lovely troopers. They were by no means the softest but they tried for you. You got to see the small glimpses of softness within them.

Only when around you did those harsh jagged edges soften. They were yours and you wouldn't trade them for anyone else in the universe or any of their brothers. They weren't soft but they were yours. The love they had for you apparent in their actions and the few words of endearment they offered rarely. Words of endearment that they were getting better at giving more often.

Then out of nowhere the dual chiming of their commlinks went of simultaneously. The soft mood now soured and you didn't bother asking them to stay. You knew they wouldn't. They had an obligation to the GAR— as soldiers, an obligation to their brothers. You would always come second or wherever in line you fell to those obligations.

You knew that when you signed up for this. You just turned on your side facing away from Neyo which left you looking at Bacara instead. But surprisingly Bacara did something different when he walked over and picked up both their commlinks. Tossing one at Neyo which you assumed was his. You watched Bacara stare at it with a scowl before turning the accursed thing off and walking over to you.

Then you felt Neyo wrap an arm around you, silencing his commlink and tossing it on the nightstand carelessly. Not even ten seconds later it went off again. He snapped his head irritably towards the device and you were sure he was thinking about chucking it against the wall. He answered it with the harshest and most terrifying glare you had ever seen. By the looks of it the glare was directed at Mace Windu.

You slinked away closer to Bacara in response so you wouldn't be seen. Neyo didn't let the man even speak before he snapped. Barking at the man not to bother him cursing him in basic and Mando'a both before hanging up and turning the device off. He bristled when you touched him but then his muscles untensed as he turned to you. Gently pulling you bit closer to him.

He pulled your arm closest to him towards his lips, placing a careful kiss to it as apology for startling you. You smiled before you felt a kiss being placed to the crook of your neck. "I didn't forget about you, Bacara." You say waiting for him to raise his head before you placed a soft kiss to his jaw, then gravitating towards Neyo to place one of his chin. A blissful silence washed over the three of you as you basked in each others presence.

"We will always make times for you. The little time we do carve out is always for you." Bacara said easing the doubts you wouldn't voice. They always seemed to know what was worrying you, and they always addressed it head on.

"But you're both Commanders of you Battalions. What if it's important?" You protested. "It's never important. They'll be fine." Neyo replied gruffly.

If they said that then you believed them. They wouldn't leave their brothers if it were truly important. It didn't need to be said that you loved them both. They knew. They always would.

#commander bacara #commander neyo #Bacara x Reader #Neyo x Reader #Smut #18+ fic #18+ only #18+ content #18+ blog #no minors allowed #I mean it you will be blocked #clone thirsting #Is this even apart of Clone Thirsting? #Fuck it. Yes it is. I legit don't care

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Back to the Old House Ch:1

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Alcohol and drug abuse, bad parenting, Aegon has a drunk meltdown, the reader finds her fiery balls, coitus interruptus NOT, everyone is an asshole, Criston fighting for Dornish rights lowkey, pnv sex, showering together, why worship the seven when you got R’hllor, racism of the fantasy variety, who is the sandy cunt of the night?

Original post

Word count: 3,988

A/N: Hi this is probably the longest chapter I’ve written I’m very nervous and will probably shit my pants now. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1: You just haven’t earned it yet baby

You checked your watch. You had to get the sleeping prince up now. Which was a task in itself. Striding to his prone form you snatched the covers off, exposing his bare body. Aegon grumbled and tried to snatch the covers back.

Next came the eye mask, and Aegon’s angry face stared up at you. He yelled, “What the fuck?”

You replied evenly, “Time to get dressed.”

He whined and rolled onto his stomach. You swallowed watching his trim body stretch and flex. Instinctively you smacked his ass, the blonde shouting and glaring like a boy. Aegon finally sat upright and asked, “Can you get the clothes pleaseeee?”

Rolling your eyes you got the designer shirt and slacks. You bowed with a jab, “For you, your most man-childness.” Aegon cursed and put on the clothes while you paced around nervously. The overhead speakers spouted, “Landing in 20, be prepared to stay seated- there will be turbulence.”

You scrambled for the tray of liquor and poured two double shots. Aegon fussed with his hair and sprayed on cologne. You could almost smell the misery wafting off your friend under the spray. You handed him a shot and he thanked you breathlessly, knocking it back. You did the same and buckled up.

The landing was bumpy and horrid. Aegon’s hand reached across the aisle to grab your hand. You turned to look at him, a question on your face. His eyes flickered down and he mumbled, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you answered anyways.

On the runway your eyes bugged at the massive castle across the water. The Targaryens had built a small private airport decades ago. A boat waited at the end. Aegon grumbled, “I always hated this place. The Red Keep is better.” His trembling hand was still tightly wrapped around yours. You offered, “It’s gonna be okay…right?”

Aegon’s lips pursed and he blew out a breath. Silence fell over you two. He finally spoke, “I hope so. You look beautiful by the way.” Your heart clenched as you gave your prince a tight smile.

Aegon started a brisk pace to the ferry, you stumbling along connected by his vice grip. A man in a black suit stood by the small boat. You recognized him as you got closer. A fellow Dornish, but of the Marches and not the sands. Ser Criston Cole, the head of security for the Targaryens. Aegon had told you once, “He’s so uptight you could stick coal up his ass and get diamonds. But he was good to me.”

The handsome man nodded briskly and said, “Welcome Prince Aegon and,” he stared at you. Aegon gave your name and Criston’s eyes flashed at the last name. He warily stated, “Welcome Miss Uller, your father is a very powerful man.” You bristled slightly and replied, “Thank you. He’s my inspiration.” Aegon’s hand squeezed and you shut up.

The boat ride was stunted. The waves were beginning to make you sick but there wasn’t a long way to go. Criston asked Aegon, “How are your studies?” The Prince rolled his eyes before another question from Cole was launched. Aegon whinged, “Cole…can we discuss this later? After the bullshit?” The intense brunette shrugged and questioned you, “What are you studying?”

“Political Science, I plan to follow in my families footsteps. I have an internship at Sunspear in the fall.”

He hummed, “Very nice. You found a good one Aegon.”

Your lips fell open and Aegon remained silent and crossed his arms. His quintessential pouty face was in excellent form. You joked, “I was the one who had to get his attention, I think I found him.” Criston smirked and texted something into his sleek phone. The boat was docking now and the negative energy seemed to swirl higher and higher.

Your trio walked along an extensive bridge, Cole offering some facts about the Castle. In days of old the crown prince held this keep while the king resided in King’s Landing. King Viserys had been sick and recently moved to Dragonstone. His eldest Rhaenyra took over as regent in the Red Keep. Aegon had commented that his mother and half-sister were about to tear each other’s throats out here.

Dragons and other twisted creatures loomed above you, leering into your soul. Two guards opened the doors, opening into a grand entrance. Aegon’s family minus his father stood eagerly. Alicent cooed, “Come here!” The prince murmured, “Mother.” They hugged, the Queen lovingly kissing his cheeks. Aegon remained stone faced.

One of his siblings, Helaena waved cheerily. You waved back and bowed to the royals. Two other blonde haired men gazed at you, Aemond nodding minutely. You had met him before— a pompous ass. Daeron smiled and said, “So glad to finally meet you!” Alicent’s wide brown eyes turned to you. Her mouth set before a smile changed her features.

She primly stated, “Ah, the Uller girl. You are breathtaking,” she pulled you into a hug, “I didn’t expect Aegon to bring home much less date someone so exotic.” You blinked at the thinly veiled insult, thanking her anyway and accepting her graciousness. Aegon looked away pointedly. Your blood was boiling. Another tight squeeze and you were let go.

Helaena chirped, “I can take you two to your rooms! Maybe a tour later?” She clapped her hands excitedly. Aegon called her crazy and strange but you quite liked her sweet innocence. You embraced her, the princess squeaking in surprise. In a typical Dornish greeting you kissed each cheek. Helaena blushed and her skirt swished.

Aemond snipped, “Welcome. Brother, glad you’re looking hm, sober.”

You weren’t sure who wanted to peel their skin off more; you or Aegon. Helaena skipped down a dreary hallway, you and your ‘boyfriend’ in tow. Servants carried your belongings. At the door she gave a bow and said, “Well, I’ll leave you two alone, rest up!” Aegon snapped something and bolted inside.

You nervously smiled and followed in. The room was huge, but decorated like it was still medieval times. Aegon plopped on the bed, fishing some pills out of a bag. You flatly stated, “Your mother doesn’t like me.” He grumbled, “She’s just like that— ignore it.”

You continued, “She called me exotic, like I’m from eastern Essos! Like I’m some witch from As’shai!”

Aegon popped the pills and shrugged, “That’s just how they are around here. Want a xan?” You rolled your eyes and snatched one, sticking it under your tongue. You wanted him to stick up for you, profess his love, or even stand up for himself. But that just wasn’t happening. You laid on the bed next to him and stared at the stone ceiling. The prince murmured, “Daeron’s cool. He’s got good weed. The rest of them hate me.”

You laughed a little deliriously, “What about when Rhaenyra and her brood show up?”

Aegon’s expression quirked up a bit as he spoke, “Oh, that’s when I’m off the hook. Kinda. Aemond’s too busy trying to murder our cousin Luke.”

The sullen blonde pulled you into his stomach, spooning you. He nuzzled his face in your neck, inhaling the scent. One time Aegon drunkenly told you he liked how you always smelt of spice and citrus. You laughed and kissed him.

Aegon rambled sleepily into your ear about the family dynamics. Rhaenyra was married but the late Laenor was a closeted homosexual. Her kids were probably fathered by her deceased bodyguard and now she suspiciously has the infamous Daemon staying by her side. When Daemon came into the picture she popped out two boys, with the blonde hair the previous three should have had. Then he talked about the Princess’ eldest boys and how the whole eye incident came about. You lulled off into sleep at the sound of his soft voice, a warm hand rubbing your hip.

You groggily awoke to grunting and Aegon shamelessly trying to pull your pants off. You craned your head to glare at him. Aegon cheekily smiled and whined, “C’mon just a quickie? Benzos make me horny.”

“Everything makes you horny Aegon.”

You shucked down your pants and underwear as he laughed, “You make me horny, exotic creature.” His left hand slid up your blouse, the other diving to your clit. You gasped and kissed at whatever skin you could reach. Wetness slicked between your legs immediately— Aegon had that effect. He groaned, “Fuck you’re wet.”

Aegon slid in with a pained moan, his palm squeezing your tit roughly, a thumb still circling your button. You whined, “Feels good- love this angle.” The blonde had an easy rhythm going, gasping and whimpering at the pull of your pussy. You were just as keyed up, squeezing his cock.

Aegon moaned, “So fucking perfect- I- fuck!” His hips stuttered and he shoved deeper. You demanded, “C’mon I’m so close, fill me up Aegon. Wan’ you leaking out of me later.”

“Oh g-gods I will, fuck, I will ba-,” he bit his lip to stop his words.

The pair of you got louder and sloppily shared kisses, frantically coupling with smacks of skin. You cried, “Right there! Yes!” Aegon’s teeth dug into your nape, sobbing out his release. You pulsed around his dick as your insides were painted. He whimpered through the aftershocks while you trembled in ecstasy.

BAM BAM BAM

The pair of you stopped. Quiet as mice.

“If you’re done fucking get cleaned up. Father wants to meet her,” came Aemond’s clipped voice through the heavy door.

Aegon’s softening cock wilted immediately. He cursed under his breath and slid out of you. You watched at he got up and paced around, somehow finding a cigarette to light in the process. You kept quiet— Aegon and his father did not have a good relationship. Speaking up would get your head snapped off.

Aegon yanked open a window, the loud noise making you jump. He blew out a cloud of smoke and perched on a chair. You sat up and offered, “I’m going to take a shower. Feel free to join.” You felt his brooding eyes burn a hole into your back, sending a slight shiver down your spine.

As you waited for the water to heat up— thank R’hllor the bathroom was furnished modernly— Aegon shuffled in. He toed past you and stepped into the cold water with a curse. After a moments silence he murmured, “Water’s fine now. Can you grab a brush?” Grabbing the brush you entered the huge shower.

Aegon stood under the spray, eyes closed. You came behind armed with some shampoo. He sighed as you massaged it into his hair. The blonde’s jaw ticked before he spat, “Fucking great. Old cunt’s going to ream me before dinner.” You turned him around to face you, washing the suds away.

“Just say whatever you think will satisfy him.”

Aegon snapped, “Anything that comes out of my mouth is shite for Viserys!” You winced at the sudden change of tone and spun him around for conditioner avoiding Aegon’s intense eyes. Aegon scrubbed his skin raw while you brushed the conditioner through his hair. Once rinsed he batted off your embrace and stomped back into the bedroom. You frowned but went ahead to take care of yourself now.

Later Ser Criston escorted you two across the keep to Visery’s suite. Aegon had been icy in the time between, but held your hand bruisingly down the hall. Criston grabbed Aegon’s silk covered shoulder and murmured, “He’s gotten a bit nicer in his sickbed, just try to be cordial.” Aegon sniffed, “Cordial. Pfft.”

The Dornishman knocked lightly and announced your presence. He opened the door and you winced from Aegon’s grip and pulled away. Aegon gaped at you like you’d struck him. You whispered, “That hurt!” The king’s rasping voice interrupted the tiff. You smiled warmly at the man in the wheel chair.

You were not prepared for how awful the King looked. He had been out of public eye for a couple of years and now you knew why. Unable to walk, missing an arm, balding, and reconstruction on half of his face. Still the man grinned a denture-laden grin and said, “My son, and the beautiful Uller. You are a sight for sore eyes unlike your father!”

You laughed at the joke, that was witty all things considered. Viserys beckoned you over with a rasp, “Come sit, I can’t see like I used to.” Criston lingered by the door, dark eyes surveying the scene. Aegon robotically eased into the chair farthest from his father. So that left you to sit near him. You subtly wrinkled your nose at the smell of death wafting off of the man.

The king asked, “What made you interested in this wretch?”

Aegon rolled his eyes. You amended, “Ah! We met at a fraternity and sorority Andal event. I like a challenge. Eventually we struck it up and the rest is history. He’s a good boy, I swear!” Viserys laughed heartily and jabbed, “A rebel Dornish dating the Dragon, the irony. I hope he is treating you well.” You nodded along with a big smile. Viserys’ pointed look toward Aegon didn’t go unnoticed by you.

Conversation went smoothly, you explaining your studies and career plans. How your dad was and if the new gym donated at KLU was okay. Viserys smiled wistfully and said, “You’re something else Miss Uller. I hope to see you often. If you do not mind, I’d like a personal word with Aegon.”

Aegon blinked and straightened up, having zoned off at some point. You shook the old King’s gnarled hand and chirped, “Yes your highness, it was an honor, no worries Ser Criston will see me out.” Aegon curtly interrupted, “Sweetheart, will you just wait on me outside?” Your insides swam at the pet name whether acting or not. You replied, “Sure, take your time with the old man.”

You felt the air turn stiff and cold behind you as Criston held the door open. The pair of you stood in the dank hallway and waited against the wall. You looked up at the brunette and asked, “This is a really fucked up family isn’t it?” Cole sharply exhaled on a laugh, the corners of his mouth quirking up. He replied, “I pray to the gods he sticks with you.” Muffled yelling from inside the room broke the peace. Your eyes widened at hearing Aegon’s voice crack.

The doors busted open, you jumping and Criston was brushed off by the fuming prince. Viserys shouted, “Get back here Aegon!” Ser Cole closed the doors behind him as Aegon’s voice echoed, “Never fucking good enough!” Now you stood alone in the hallway.

Taking a deep breath in, you stilled your roiling emotions. Yes Aegon was mad, he runs when he’s mad, but it’s not like you’ve never had an issue to see him emotional. Your heels clacked against the stone as you walked back the way you’d been led. Head down and in your thoughts you ran into a body with a shrill curse.

Your eyes flicked up to Prince Daemon himself. You bowed and spluttered, “I am so sorry! I literally have no clue where I am going in this damn place and Aegon!” You stopped your rant abruptly. Daemon raised a brow and guffawed. He laughed, “Ah, the princess get in a fight with daddy again? Here’s a lesson of advice girl,” he placed a big hand on your shoulder, “Run while you can.”

You blanked, eyes owlishly staring. Daemon laughed again before adding, “But you’re on an island, Uller. I’ll show you to your rooms. This place is a maze.”

While being terrifying, Daemon was gentlemanly and helpful. He bowed and swaggered away when you waved from the wooden doors. Which were locked. You banged on them and shouted, “Hey! Let me in! Dick!” After more cursing and kicking the wood slung open to a red eyed Aegon. He grumbled, “Chill the fuck out.”

You shoved a finger in his chest and hissed, “If you’re going to be a fake boyfriend at least act like it! Your fucking scary uncle had to escort me out because you ran off in a bitch fit!” Aegon rolled his eyes and turned into the room. You stalked after and continued, “One more incident and I’m flying the fuck back to Hellholt.”

Aegon threw his hands up and barked, “Fine! I’ll be nice! Damn!” For good measure you chucked a pillow at his back with a grunt. He unintelligibly cussed and carried on, throwing the pillow across the room. You plopped into a plush chair and ran fingers through your hair. Damn your stupid feelings. You should have never came along.

You sighed, “What happened in there?”

Aegon looked close to tears perching on a chest. He croaked, “Same shit. What do I plan on doing with my life, why can’t I represent the family name, how I ruin anything good that comes my way.” He looked down, his fists clenched so hard you could see veins popping from across the room. The prince bit out a laugh and sarcastically cheered, “Let’s go to dinner, my dear!”

As you stood up Aegon held out an airplane shooter of liquor. His violet eyes pierced yours, hand held out as a sign of peace. You spat, “Fuck you,” and downed the shot. He laughed and slung an arm around you, moseying down to the dinner hall. Aegon murmured, “Be prepared for a shit show. Maybe the biggest one of all day.”

You could cut the tension in the room with a knife. Viserys grinned when he saw you, toasting a cup, “Dear girl! Glad to see you again!” You nodded politely and thanked him. Princess Rhaenyra’s eyes roved your form then flicked over to Aegon. She turned and whispered to Daemon. Her children and Daemon’s sat to the left of the king.

You had the fortune of sitting at the very end of the table between Helaena and Aegon. Alicent was a safe distance away. Aemond’s grating presence was near. Your ‘boyfriend’ instantly poured himself a cup of wine. His arrogant brother laughed, “Ah, there’s our drunken dragon.”

Aegon hissed, “You don’t drink enough, might do you some good.”

“I’d much rather remember my night,” he turned to you, “How you bear it is beyond me.” Aegon began to stand and Daeron piped in, “Chill guys, let’s just eat and try not to blow the table up. Please?” The other half of the table stared on. You took a sip of your wine, shaking anxiously.

Things settled. Somewhat. Dinner was served while Aegon drank. Toasts were made and Aegon drank. Even you danced with Daeron and Aegon drank.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw your dear prince ‘whispering’ with Alicent. She yanked at his collar roughly. Aemond had Luke cornered up on another side. Daemon and Viserys argued about something, Otto joining in. Anxiety was beginning to take over, tunneling your vision. A lithe hand pulled you into an alcove away from people.

You fought to suck in breath, legs feeling numb and tingly. Helaena’s sweet face hovered in front of you. She urged, “Cough. Cough now it’ll even your breathing.” You coughed until a measly breath was sucked in. Commotion still echoed around the corner. You squeezed your eyes shut and apologized. Helaena softly replied, “No. They will do it to anyone. I wanted to talk to you alone anyways.”

She sat you on a stone bench with a good amount of space to let you breathe. Helaena was probably overwhelmed too. You mumbled, “I appreciate this, what did you want to speak about?” She sighed, “Aegon. He’s a fool but he loves you. I see it.”

Your head jerked with a bubbling laugh, “No he doesn’t?”

“He does— but don’t let him try to control your flames. It never worked for us Targaryens. Aegon is proud yet terrified of loss,” her lilac eyes searched deep into yours, “He has to hurt before he will learn. You have known loss. Aegon has not. He may know jealousy, disappointment, and apathy but not loss.”

You nodded at her words, thanking Helaena for the boost you needed. You breathed, “It’s like you know exactly what to say.” She smirked enigmatically, “I’ve been told that.”

“Oh fuck all of you! Bunch of bastards, assholes, and murderers,” Aegon shouted from down the hall.

Helaena sighed, “Oh dear. C’mon.”

The embarrassment could have made you shrivel up and die. Aegon leaned against the table sloshing a wine bottle around and shouting. Aemond and Alicent were behind him, trying to settle the man down. From the other side Jace quipped, “Rather be a bastard than a drunken manslut!” Aegon roared and cursed at his nephew.

In a fit of hot, hot anger you snapped, “Aegon! What in R’hllor’s blood red fires are you doing? C’mon it’s time for bed!”

Hazy eyes fell upon you and his full lips quirked up, “Fuck you too!,” he stumbled forward in a fit of laughter, “I see how you look at me! Oh that Aegon, my father would never act like this! Well baby, your daddy is a sandy fucking cunt and you’re the spitting image.”

Your mouth fell open in shock. Even the other’s arguments died down silencing the room. Remembering Helaena’s words you slammed your jaw shut. With a bow you stonily mentioned, “I apologize but I must take my leave. Thank you for the dinner and graciousness.” Aegon’s smug face fell when he realized he wasn’t getting a reaction. Alicent demanded, “Criston! Criston escort her please!”

Ever the servant he slid next to you. You held your head high, trying to fight back tears. A daughter of Dorne would not waste water on Dragonspawn. At least not in front of them. Criston sighed, “He’s rightly fucked it up this time hasn’t he?” You sniffled, “We’re not even together it doesn’t matter. I’m going to need to call my father the sandy cunt in the morning.”

His dark eyes turned to you, a frown on his sculpted lips. Criston shook his head with a sigh, “I would ask you to wait it out but I get it. You’re actually the first one he brought to Dragonstone. Lots have come by the Red Keep.” He held open the door for you and bid you goodnight. You tried to not dwell on his words.

You barred the door and kicked off your shoes. If a glass went flying that was Aegon’s problem. You lit the fireplace and kneeled in front of it. You prayed, “R’hllor show me the way.” You stared into the flickering flames for what felt like an eternity. Some peace enveloped your heart. Then the ass knocked.

“Hey- hey! Lemme’ in please?,” Aegon begged. He sounded like he had been crying.

You shouted, “I’m praying! Fuck off you drunk prick!” You forced yourself to focus harder into the flames, the heat pinking your cheeks. Aegon whined, “Baby! No I’m really sorry! Let me in please, I’ll make it up!” The flame seemed to say in a dull flick, “Stand up for yourself, child of fire and brimstone.”

With a resolute nod you steeled yourself and stood behind the wooden doors. You could hear him drunkenly clawing at the door. He moaned, “C’mon don’ leave me out here! I was an ass, I don’t know when to stop. My dad is the real sandy cunt!” You crossed your arms and spat, “This is a castle, go find a room and sleep it off Aegon. You’ve really been an ass.”

Aegon whimpered, usually the point when you would forgive his drunken antics. He pled, “Please just let me back in? I can’t sleep without you. We can talk about it all.” You slammed your hand on the wood and shouted, “No! You’ve hurt me and I want you to leave me alone! Fuck. Off. Aegon.” You popped in some headphones to block out his crying and apologizing.

You would deal with this in the morning.

Next Chapter

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Arachnoid (part 1)

(Yelena Belova and Female OC)

PART 1: And So It Begins

Aim. Shoot. Swing. Release. Aim. Shoot. Swing. Release. Aim. Shoot. Swing. Release. Aim. Shoot. Swing-

"Oh shit!" Rory exclaims as she narrowly misses a bird in the dark city sky. "Sorry dude!"

The Arachnoid swings onto a rooftop to peer into the alley below, hearing a commotion coming from down the dark corridor.

She sees two small women effortlessly fighting off four much larger men. Before she even has the chance to intervene, the fight is over.

"I totally had that under control," the blonde one complains.

"Yeah, right," the redhead scoffs.

"Сука."

"Ooh, Russians, how fun," Rory whispers to herself.

"Did you hear that?" the blonde asks, reaching for her gun.

She cringed and reluctantly reveals herself. "Uh, hey, hi there," she waves. "How are y'all tonight? Those were some pretty cool moves right there, I gotta say. Oh hey, you're Black Widow right?! Big fan, truly." She rambles on.

"Who the hell are you?" they ask in unison.

"Oh right. Allow me to properly introduce myself." She drops down from the roof, into the alley next to them. "I'm Arachnoid." She definitely doesn't puff her chest out as she says the alias.

"Who?" The blonde asks disinterestedly.

"What are you, like, a fake Spiderman?"

"No! I've been around much longer than that little copycat. He tries all he wants but he could never be all of this," she gestures to herself with frustration.

"Right, okay. So what are you doing here?" Black Widow asks.

"Oh, well, I just heard some commotion and came to investigate. Seems like this is Avengers business and you have it totally under control, so I'll just see myself out," she salutes. The Russians go to speak and she cuts them off, "And, no, I won't tell anyone that I saw anything. My lips are sealed."

Rory walks backward out of the alley, pointing at the blonde and making a 'call me' gesture before taking off into the city.

"Ooh, the spider likes you," she hears behind her, followed by a smack. Rory laughs at the situation, wishing she had gotten the blonde woman's name.

Several hours later, feeling utterly exhausted and content with it, Rory climbs back through her apartment window. She peels off her mask and ruffles her medium length hair, blowing a loose strand out of her face. She turns on her stereo, singing and dancing around as she stumbles out of her suit and into the shower.

After her shower, she throws on some boxers and a baggy t-shirt before climbing onto her fire escape. She opens her laptop and logs in as she lights up a preroll.

She blows out a cloud of smoke as she opens a familiar file, tinkering with the prototype design. She spends the next forty minutes like this before she gets hungry and goes inside to cook fettuccine alfredo. The best dish to have at 3am, if you ask her.

In four hours, she'll wake up to start another day of monotonous work and exhilarating crimefighting. But right now, she's got her weed and her alfredo, and she's convinced she couldn't be any fucking happier.

MEANWHILE

"So are we gonna talk about what happened back there?"

"You mean the mysterious chick in the black tights who was hitting on you? I was wondering when we'd get to that," Natasha hums. They had returned to Yelena's apartment after the mission to go over the new intel they had gathered.

"Hmm, yes, very funny, сестра (sister). Have you heard of this person before now? Are we sure they aren't a threat to the mission? If they interfere with freeing the Widows, I will kill them."

"Yes, unfortunately. Arachnoid has been on SHIELD's radar for a while now. She's not lying; she has been around longer than Spiderman. She's a bit of a loner. A lot more stealthy than Peter Parker. I'll get SHIELD's files on her. But no, she's not a threat. Not intentionally, anyway, but she's been known to get herself into sticky situations without realizing it."

"Interesting," Yelena mumbles, taking a swig of her cold beer.

"That's all you're gonna say? Alright, well if I can get her number, are you gonna call her?" Natasha jokes.

"No. Do not be ridiculous, Natasha."

"Oh please, I saw you checking out her ass when she walked away."

"That is so not true!" she objects. "I was looking for weapons!"

"And what did you find? Anything dangerous?"

"боже мой (oh my god)"

"So how about we do a little digging on our new friend? I mean, just in case she poses a threat to the mission." Natasha is making excuses, and they both know it, but some part of Yelena wants to know more about the masked vigilante.

"Alright. But only for the sake of the mission," Yelena emphasizes.

"Of course."

~

Natasha is called into Director Fury's office the next day.

"So I hear you've been looking into our little friend, the Arachnoid."

"And how did you hear this, Nick?" Natasha smiles.

"I hear everything, Romanoff. Let's get to the point, shall we? We've been looking into the Arachnoid for years. It's about time we get to know who she really is, don't you think?"

"I'm inclined to agree, Director. She's been lurking in the shadows for years, undetected by the press and the public. That takes some skill. Might be someone we should watch out for."

"Or someone we should have on our team," he counters with a raised brow and a smirk. Natasha returns it and accepts the file Director Fury hands her, leaving his office with a nod.

~

"Boss, it appears that someone is doing some digging into your files."

"Do you know who?" Rory asks the robotic voice.

"It appears to be coming from SHIELD. Would you like me to hack into their database?"

"Oh, EDNA, you know me so well. I'd love that."

"On it." The voice resumes a few minutes later. "It seems that Agent Natasha Romanoff, code name 'Black Widow', has been accessing your files quite frequently in the past 24 hours."

"Huh. I've got the Black Widow looking into me. Think I've finally made it to the big leagues, EDNA?"

"Yes, it appears so. You will likely be dead within a week."

"Okay, well, that was just rude."

Masterlist

#yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x oc #yelena belova x kate bishop #natasha romanoff #spiderman #fluff #smut #angst

[memobread]

sub! wes borland smut *as requested*

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contains: bondage, spanking, 69, assplay, overstimulation, choking, mirror kink, mommy kink, NBC Hannibal reference, all that good stuff <3

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...oh my fucking god...

You could only gaze in awe at the beautiful boy tied on all fours, helplessly splayed on your bed, his cock nearly purple with how painfully erect it was, twitching rapidly.

"...wes...you look fucking gorgeous..."

He gave you a shy smile, which drove you balls-to-the-wall insane. You pounced, mounting yourself behind him and gripping his neck from behind.

"Oh god, Mommy, please!..." Wes whined as you caressed his soft, plump ass.

The term only turned you on even more. You stood up and faced him towards the adjacent mirror, gripping his jaw as you knelt beside him.

"I want you to see how beautiful you are, my prince..."

Wes's dilated, deep hues fixated on the mirror, contemplating how lucky he was to be in that position; all tied up with a sexy dom ready to drive him nuts.

"...i bet you like that, don't you?..." Wes snarked nervously, his cock throbbing and face flushed.

You hummed in disapproval at his cockiness and gave a harsh smack to his ass.

"Didn't I tell you to not try dominating me? It's just useless when you're all tied up and slutted out like this."

You clicked your tongue, walking around back to his beautiful ass.

"We need to do something about that little attitude of yours."

You gave another smack to Wes's ass, earning a strained whimper from him.

"Count with me, beautiful..."

"o....one..."

You could see his cock leaking precum when you prepared for another smack.

*smack*

"tw......two!...."

*smack*

"Fuck!...th...three..."

*smack*

"Oh my g....four!..."

*smack*

"Mommy, please, fuck!....five....."

"You're already halfway done, baby...you're doing so well..."

*smack*

"AAhhhh, ah, s...six..."

*smack*

"Seven! Fuck!!"

*smack*

"Ei......ei...eight..."

*smack*'

"Nine! Ni...nin...ninngh..."

"Just one more my sweet..."

You bit your lip, preparing extra hard for the last spank.

*SMACK*

"TEN!! FUCK, TEN!!!"

Wes was face down, red, burning ass up, panting into the sheets; this was your design.

"You did so well, my love...now it's time for your reward...."

You spread his cheeks, unveiling a tight, pink center waiting to get railed.

"Fuck..."

You grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand and let it drizzle on Wes's hole, causing him to whimper at the cold, water-based gel on his sensitive area.

"Oh god, Mommy...please...lick me..."

You obliged with a dark chuckle, diving down and licking a stripe from his balls to his hole, collecting lube on your tongue.

"Hhhh....oh fuck, please, please, please, mommy, that feels so good..." Wes begged, his voice shaking and cracking with raging pleasure.

You turned around on your back and slid your head under his spread legs, face-to-face with his throbbing member. With the most evil of intentions, you took the tip into your mouth, sucking on it hard.

"Oh my fucking god, please, please, please, mommyyyyy!!! You make me feel so good...your tongue....your fucking to- shit!!!"

You took him farther and started teasing his hole with your fingers, swirling your tongue around on his cock while you sucked. More pleads and praises spilled from Wes's pretty lips as you pushed your fingers inside, reaching deeper and deeper. It did not take long for you to start going faster, hollowing your cheeks and pumping your fingers in and out.

"MOMMY!!! FUCK!!!!"

Wes's loud moans and whimpers turned you on so dangerously, they could get you wet during your grandma's funeral.

"FUCK, MOMMY, MOMMY, MOMMY!! I'M CUMMING!!!"

Hot, salty, white spurts of cum shot down your throat as you moaned at the taste, not letting go of his cock. He whined loudly when you kept sucking and fingering him, twitching violently and nearly screaming. Before you knew it, you had him cumming again and again, his voice hoarse from all the begging.

"Please....please let me eat you out..."

Your cunt dampening at the thought, you sighed.

"Fine, but only if I get to touch you too."

After taking off your panties, you turned around and slid under him feet-first so his buried head would reach your flooding pussy. As soon as he came in contact with your wetness, he immediately started lapping it all up, reveling in how delicious you were. A soft whimper escaped your lips, and you continued fingering and sucking him off. He groaned desperately and blessed your clit with sloppy kisses and strong licks. The jolts of pleasure made from his tongue and lips caused you to choke out strained moans on his cock. You went faster out of pure desperation and euphoria, both of you already nearing your orgasms. Wes buried his flushed face between your folds and shook his head violently from side to side, slurping your cunny loudly.

"Fuck, baby, you're gonna make me cum..." You moaned before jerking and working his wet tip and pounding your fingers into him.

"OH FUCK, YES, FUCK YES,, FFFFFFUUUUCKKKK!!!"

Both of you came hard on each other's faces, desperately lapping up each other's juices. Wes was panting and giving your quivering cunny sweet, reassuring kisses.

"Oh my god, that was amazing..." Wes panted with one last kiss to your sweet little bun.

You nodded, panting as you got up and undid Wes's restraints. When he was all set, you tackled him in a big bear hug.

"I love you so much, Wessy..."

He hugged you back tightly and kissed your bare shoulder.

"I love you too, Y/N...you treat me so well..."

#wes borland smut #wes borland #smut #nu metal #90s rock #cvm #90s icons #adult world #jdevil #hes so beautiful #fred durst #limp bizkit #alternative metal #metalcore #rap metal #fanfic #fandom #hottopics #fantroll #double #korn fandom #fantasy

[questioningwriter]

(Hey! I've missed a lot of post deadlines. But I'm going to post something as soon as possible. Hopefully I can get on a schedule that I can keep.)

I've been reading hero/villain stuff recently, and am obsessed with possesive hero, and flustered villain. This is the result.

Discovery

TW: contemplation/acceptance of imminent death(NOT SUICIDAL)l,

"What the hell is taking them so long?" Villain paced in front of their doomsday weapon, cape flowing dramatically out behind them. "I could have used the machine ten times already in this wait! What could possibly be taking them this long?"

"You're being dramatic." Henchman called from behind the machine, from where they stood with the rest of the crew. "They'll be here soon."

There were crashes, then five familiar faces landed in front of Villain. The hero team. They were finally here.

"Took you long enough." Villain drawled, pulling out their tablet. "Hero Team, I'd like to introduce you to your doom." Villain gestured to their machine. "This is a machine that is designed to seek out everyone you love and care about and obliterate them, and then destroy you." Villain types something into their tablet. "Why don't we start with you, Hero?"

With a press of a button on their gauntlet, Villain triggered the robots to keep the heroes busy while they imputed Hero's name into the tablet. The machine began to hum as it's power-up sequence began. "It's working." Villain gloated as the barrel of the machine began to move. "Hero, say goodbye to all those you love-"

The barrel of the gun swung around and smacked Villain in the face, cutting them off and knocking them to the ground. The tablet skidded out of reach as Villain landed on their ass on the ground. Then the barrel of the weapon swung around to point at them.

Villain couldn't do anything but stare down the barrel of their own machine in shock and confusion. They could see the inner barrel starting to glow as the machine prepared to fire. I'm going to die, they thought.

A hand grabbed the back of their cape and dragged them out of the way just as the machine fired, the bolt of energy missing them by centimeters. Villain screamed, covering their face as fragments of rock plummeted them from the explosion.

"Are you okay?" Hero's voice rang in their ear. Villain turned to stare at the other in confusion.

"You." They pointed at Hero. "Love me." They point to themselves. "Me. Your enemy."

"Shut up." Hero muttered. "Just shut up."

"You know what, no." Villain snapped, growing angry. "I'm not going to shut up. I want to know if you really love me, of if my machine is broken."

"You're machine is broken." Hero picked up the tablet and began pressing random buttons on it. "How exactly does this thing work?"

"My machine is not broken." Villain grabbed for the tablet. "Give me the tablet."

"No, fuck you." Hero slapped their hands away, then pressed a button. The machine powered down.

"Dammit," Villain muttered. "I really should not have made that one so obvious."

"Thank you for doing so." Hero dropped the tablet, then grabbed Villain. "And now, you've been caught."

The rest of the hero team approached warily as Hero locked the cuffs around Villain's wrists. "Hero?" Superhero asked. "Is there anything you want to tell us?"

"Do you need help?" Other Hero reached out to grab Villain. "We could take them, and you-"

"No, it's alright." Hero shifted Villain away from the others. "I've got it."

"Are you sure?" Superhero asked. "Because what just happened would shake anybody up-"

"I said I got it!" Hero snapped as they dragged Villain towards the door to the warehouse. Out to where the press were waiting to pounce, leaving behind a group of concerned heroes.

(Not as long as my first post, but y'know, maybe that's a good thing.

if anyone's interested in a part 2, I may have it drafted. Partially.)

#hero x villian #hero x villain community #flustered villain #possessive hero #hero #villain #doomsday machine #writing #creative writing

[ennaku-sirri-da]

JUST ANOTHER DAY IN THE TOWER ( S4M COMIC )

PART 1

PS: the punching glove isn't involved I just forgot to remove it!

PPS: This has a lot of my personal HCs LMAO don't worry about it but if it confuses you just see my talk under the cut! Actually I HIGHLY recommend you read it PLS

[ ID: Fanart done in traditional medium, uncolored, with pencil and slightly rough sketching. It's a comic of the game Smile For Me featuring Putunia Mollar, Kamal Bora and Dr.Habit living together. The panels alternate colors between cool blue, warmer red and orange tones and gray because of how they were photographed.

The designs have canon style but the changes in the artists interpretation are as follows. Kamal has a lot of acne, eyebags and thick brows. For this comic his hair is in a ponytail and he casually wears sleeveless top with sweatpants. Putunias hair is more scruffy. Habit has the most change- Here he has a muppet-like appearance with fur, longer hair, cheek patches with a splash of freckles, stitches and scars on hands plus an X shaped one near his mouth. His teeth are uneven with a bigger snaggletooth too. His long coat is made of some soft, scratchy material and it's collar is bush-like with feathery parts holding flowers.

The comic starts with Kamal massaging Putunia's shoulders. He smirks, "Alright, kiddo, we're gonna fucking get that asshole today." Putunia bravely kisses her muscles for good luck.

We see she is standing on a high rise stool to reach his height. She yells in unbridled excitement, " GIMME FIVE BRO!!! " and smacks her non-punching glove palm into Kamal's, who sheepishly replies, "kk..." with a grin.

Their plan comes into action as they sneak up behind Habit. He is standing at the window admiring the beautiful morning, singing the lyrics to Tomorrow from Annie, " The sun will come out to-morrow....bet your bottom dollar...". His back faces them. There are slightly visible odd shapes in his hair. Kamal's cheeks puff and his eyes go wide as he presses a hand to his lips, gesturing to Putunia, "SHHH. I see he's singing the same song again....like a total CHUMP..." he whispers. The little girl can barely hold in her glee. She bites her fingers and squeals, " eeeEEE!"

A side view is shown as they get closer to Habit, about to scare him. Kamal can't resist chuckling while he holds up Putunia. She takes aim at the target, circling her fingers around her single open eye and sticking out her tongue in intense concentration. Habit's upper face is in shadow but he has a slight, characteristically crooked smile. He continues singing, "clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow....till there's none..."

Suddenly! A very loud BOO is splashed onto the page. Below is the building reaction to it, a shrill scream going AAAA-

And we cut to a very distraught and crying Kamal, his arms jumped up in sheer fear, continuing it with, "AAALLAHU AKBAR-"

Before Putunia stops him on the spot via a finger to the mouth, " BABA. ...shut the up." He is in so much shock. His eyes get huge.

We see her now wrapped inside Habit's arms, looking up at Kamal apologetically with a thin smile, twiddling her fingers, " Sowwy..." He manages to stammer out, "Y-Y-You....you....Y..."

He catches his breath! In a burst of energy Kamal points a damning finger to Habit, saying at the top of his voice, "YOU! STOP THAT. RIGHT N-NOW." Habit is too amused by patting a wonderstruck Putunia who's going "Oooo.." at him, and having bent his head all the way from front to back( looks like an upside down head) to really be intimidated by that. He puts his fluffy tongue out, and his glass eyes appear to be missing as well- leaving just two dots on the face. " Hee hee... hoo hoo.." end ID]

Talk under the cut!!

OK let's get some basics out of the way first! In this AU, which I've named Roseverse( after its Flower Kid named Rose lel), Habit is a muppy. A mubbit. A man or a muppet? Mupman.

And I've since dropped the HC but I've headcanoned Kamal as Muslim for a REALLY LONG time because I am projecting so that's why you're seeing that here !

Here they all live as a family in the 6-floored Tower( the black rings we see on it in-game that lead up to the top office are seperate rooms) though Putunia's a Community Child and only comes in for routine visits but yeah.

Onto the comic proper now!! I'll explain headcanons panelwise :) (smile emote)

Panel 1: Kamal's like

[ GIF ID: Captain America from the MCU mutters "Language." sternly. End ID]

Around Putunia when HABITS THERE but He is the Cause‼️‼️( thick red exclamation emotes)

As for Habit on that subject, really he doesn't swear much on the regular but SOMETIMES he'll whisper things like MOTHERFUCKER or CUNT into Kamal's ear just to watch him jump ( BTW if someone knows what this is referencing YOU ARE COOL )

Panel 2: 'Tunia's picking up speech patterns!! Kamal was that one guy in college dropping "dudeman" 's and he NEVER expected to see his brospeak come back in this Tiny Powerhouse but 'tis welcome

Panel 3: Habit's singing Tomorrow from the original Annie! Such a sweet and lively song. It is infact my voice claim for Kid Habit.

Speaking of, fun fact I started at NIGHT drawing this powered by freaking. Heart Broken 💔( broken heart emoji) Hindi Songs and I DIDNT STOP BABEEEYYYYYYYY

Panel 7: In my old school bus someone used to say why don't we say shut sideways 🥸 (silly disguise emoji with huge mustache and glasses, showing amusement in this context)

BUT OFC THE SUPERIOR ONE IS PIN DROP SILENCE IN THIS FISHMARKET CHILDRENS!!!!!!!!

[ Plaintext: But of course the superior one is " Pin drop silence in the fishmarket childrens!!!" ]

Panel 8&9 AKA The last ones: Oh Habit practices his contorting sometimes!

so anYWAY if it's confusing to see the pose just like imagine him bending backwards from his midsection and stuff. And the dot eyes will be explained more laterrr but basically they show that his proper eyes have been detached ( they're a beautiful blorange made of glass) ;-) (winky emote)

STAY TUNED FOR PART 2 PWESS🥺

[Plain text: Stay tuned for part 2 please (pleading emote)]

#my art #fanart #s4m #smile for me game #TUMBLR DELETED MY WHOLE DESCRIPTION AND I HAD TO TYPE IT TWICE HOLY FUCK #dr habit #putunia mollar #kamal bora #habismal #domestic #comic #roseverse #s4m AU

[yukikorogashi]

   Remember my friends, there are always going to be a bunch of haters and naysayers out there. And even if you also receive love and support from the other side, the former just LOVES having the stronger grip over you. Love knowing that what they say and think of you, ends up affecting you way more than the love and belief that you get from others. Making you think that you have nothing... that you, are nothing.

   I need to start by saying that I know I’m not one of the greatest and most talented artists/designers out there, and know that I have a long, long way to go (And yeah, I welcome that journey, and of course look forward to learning more, and to continue improving!). But more importantly... getting here has NEVER EVER BEEN EASY in the first place. I am indeed progressing and am indeed reaching those dream goals of mine, but not without tripping over more than one obstacle everyday.

   I have had lots of people laughed and looked down on me over the years, all from different age groups, areas of expertise, etc. People from other occupations laughing that I wanted to work in this area, instead of studying for a “real job”. One of my own art teachers even flinging my final year project down to the ground, and nearly even stomping her foot down on it, before storming right out (She was having a bad day, but it still wasn’t right for her to personally take it out on my art at the time). People that just... never took me and my skills seriously, but still think it was perfectly okay to take advantage of me and treat me like shit (Like my first supposedly real job out of college, that I was abused at for nearly a year, and only got paid $1000, that I was told I was even lucky to receive, in the first place).

   And don’t get me started on how after drawing for decades now (Ever since I was born), I’m still hardly noticed on any of my Social accounts for my art to this very day. But, you know what? That sort of thing doesn’t matter that much to me these days... especially when all the clients I have worked with up to this point, are people that I personally reach out to through emails and stuff. Granted, it took a lot of time, but I am happy to say that I have mostly (MOSTLY) grown out of my self-hating phase. Because constantly tearing myself down, especially when it comes to anything I achieve, is just not the way to go, my guys. 💦 

   ... And also, I will say that I am really lucky that I can share anything I create with a few very, very close pals, my dear friends who are always nothing but excited and supportive of me... Besides learning to hate myself less (And love myself more), I have learned that these are the people matter so much more, the people I should be tuning my hearing aid to. 

   So yeah, this goes back to one of my past posts, about being KINDER TO YOURSELF. About actually seeing and accepting that you truly are PROGRESSING, no matter how slow it may seem at times. Be prouder of yourself, GDI! Why are you spitting down on yourself, for actually putting in those attempts??? For actually TRYING? You are actually working so much harder than you realise!

   But yeah... I am still drawing, despite all of that. I am still doing what I do, because...

   I fucking love what I do, so, so much. Despite how hard it is (AND GOD IT IS HARD, DRAWING IS HARD, LOL!), despite how much I have to deal with, up to this very day. Despite how many times I have to survive on a few pennies, during some extra though periods... And this effort and perseverance has gotten me to FINALLY work with clients in time. And I hope to work with more in due time, as I continue down this path...

   Anyway, don’t stop. DON’T YOU. EVER. STOP. When it comes to doing what you love. Get back up, ALWAYS GET BACK UP, whenever those folks try to trip you over. 

   And make sure you start listening to the folks that are actually CHEERING YOU ON, including yourself. Swing all that LOVE in your heart for that thing like a pillow and smack those haters in the face with it, before continuing your way towards your goals!

#(I don't know if I should put this in my posi//tivity tag because I am mentioning a lot of depressing things I have gone through) #(But the main message is) #(If you love something very very much-- don't you ever give up) #(What you create adds more beauty to the world itself) #(So DON'T YOU EVER STOP) #(Where are people who just want to hate and laugh are honestly wasting their time-- especially if they arent even giving constructive fb) #// long post #❄️BECKOWSKY SPEAKING! ❄️ #❄️ QUEUE ❄️