this is a bit useless

you know that feel when you jsut. you just can’t DRAW


Well since I’ve been on a roll with Anti and Dark universe (and have a whole story if Id just write it all down lol) @fangsmagicandinspiration came up with a dark version for Ethan at @crankgameplays. Say hello to Corroded Crank!

He was made out of a botched summoning/creation spell, the two key ingredients being the blood of the pure (Ethan in this case) and material for the physical body (Rusted, Corroded metal in this case) and due to the metal already being destroyed, it corrupted the final result and now we have our poor metal friend who is constantly falling apart and is a little self concious about all of his useless bits and bobs and bad welding and such. His whole skull is cracked open but he usually covers his brains with a wig.

I tried to keep him creepy and corpse like considering hes still suppose to be a dark half for Ethan, but when hes all put together I still think hes pretty cute! I imagine he moves sorta like the FNAF animatronics, very heavy but twitchy and jerky. I hope you like him! Me and fangsmagicandinspiration (aahah i need to call you by a name bc thats a mouthful) always have the BEST brainstorming sessions! Such a good egg, good friend, good writer. Go check them out!!!

blitz and hearth were on the streets, remember

so they probably had one of those little tents, sometimes

- hearth slept with a flashlight in his sleeping bag
- he probably hung little glow sticks from the tent poles
- blitz had to wear an eyemask, or a jacket over his head
- blitz insisted on having a neat tent
- blitz, we’re homeless
“not really, and besides, that’s no excuse not to be neat.”

also, food and money
- hearth and blitz are regulars at the soup kitchen
- they’re known as the cute homeless couple and everybody is p nice to them
- blitz has stitched up some clothing and done odd sewing jobs for people, for a bit of money
- hearth feels useless, because his rune magic is too weak at that point to do any real good without him fainting
- blitz assures him that they’re keeping tabs on maggie, that’s their job, and he feels a little better, but not a lot

I heard about a hairdresser, who, one day every month, gave free haircuts to homeless people
- imagine blitz with an undercut
- he still has long hair on the top, so it’s hard to tell that it’s there unless he puts his hair up
- alternatively, we could imagine that hearth’s hair had grown out a little bit, kind of like magnus’s. he comes back with his lil short poof and blitz is very romantically frustrated
- u n d e r c u t s
blitz has little beads in his hair

and that is all please send prompts 

Why Zoro is important to Sanji

Listen here guys. Sanji spent all his childhood being hit by his sibillings. They kept telling him he was weak and useless. They didn’t show him even a bit of respect (except maybe his sister).
Now this: Zoro is the first one to aknowledge Sanji’s worth as a fighter. Luffy said Sanji seemed to be strong, but his first interest in him was his skills as a cook. But Zoro, the future strongest swordsman in the world, is the very first one to considere Sanji as an opponent worth fighting against. Zoro is the only one to see in Sanji what his own family didn’t: strenght.

I adore and support

- leftists who do not go to protests because they are afraid of crowds

- leftists who do not like speaking in public

- leftists who don’t read theory because no one ever taught them how to work through complicated literature

- leftists who don’t know the jargon and codes (yet)

- leftists who cannot be open about their views sometimes because it would put them in danger

- leftists who do anything in their power to help making the world a better place.

Let us remember that changing the world requires protesters, but also social workers, speakers, community organisers. Let us remember to make the left accessible to everyone, especially underprivileged and working class people. Let us remember that making ourselves an elite is the worst way possible to go about when fighting elites. Every bit helps. No one is useless.

Signed, the girl who snuck out of the house to protest and who still hasn’t read Marx or Kropotkin to this day.


hibike’s ending today. i guess you all knew that already, but yeah. it’s ending today. obviously we’ll have the ovas still, fanfiction and fanart, and the books being localized next summer, but hibike as a show is ending today. in two hours, to be specific. i’m not going to mince words here, i’m worried, because this show has quite literally changed my damn life. i was a writer before it, but i was an unknown writer with a modest amount of followers. i poured my very heart into what i did, but there were so many writers in the fandoms i was a part of, better ones, that i couldn’t help but feel a bit useless. then, suddenly, i was posting my stories and people liked them, people liked me, and that was surreal to say the least. amazing, more like. i felt a little bit more like a somebody. i made friends in the fandom, admired the artists and editors and other writers and everyone else who loved this show, and it….well, it started to feel a bit like a community. it started to feel like a home. 

we all waited out the hiatus together, we all celebrated the show’s return, we all posted our stories and artwork and edits and anything else. we’ve all sat through this season, loving parts and hating parts, and as awful as the past few months have been for everyone, what with the election and the saddening deaths of amazing people, hibike’s been what’s kept me going. just like last fall, when the rigorous schedule i kept myself stuck to while writing the coffeeshop au (longest fic in the hibike fandom, btw, which is something i’m genuinely proud of) helped me through an admittedly crappy semester. just like the beginnings of last summer, when the first season helped me feel more comfortable with my own sexuality. this show’s done nothing short of changed my outlook on the world, and i’ve met so many wonderful, wonderful people because of it. 

i’m afraid of how it’ll end, i’m afraid of it ending at all, i’m afraid of the fandom falling apart and leaving me behind as a nobody again, but i’m still going to strive to improve, i’m going to keep working hard at what i believe in, and no matter what happens, i’m never going to forget what this show’s done for me, and probably for a lot of other people, too.

so, thank you, @brausur, @aanglc, @mossheart810, @migaytorybird, @ihearyoulikeawhisper, @lunarjumper, @asterust, @galpalriver, @utenakart64, @asimpleplot, @incoherentbagel, @reimiko-chan, @illustraice, @lattecinno, @franchium, @taki-sensei, @niigoki, @lynxpurrs, @alittlebirb, @krokees, @lucinalyn and everyone else who loves this show. you’re all incredible.


this one’s sorta based on my personal experience playing pyro. sometimes you get called useless, other times you get thanked by the engineer for helping them defend the last point.

Silent Treatment

dannylopez1d said:

can you write an imagine were the reader applies the ice law to Peter ‘cause he has been so bad with her? End it how you want and sorry if my english is bad, im mexican. LY

Warning/s: swearing


summary: Pan says something mean so you ignore him 

Pan has been a dick to you ever since you were taken to Neverland. You didn’t know why but he’s always there to laugh at your mistakes, make fun of you or just simply make you feel awful about yourself and you will always insult him back or give a sarcastic remark. Pan enjoys seeing you annoyed so he does this every day. But today, he went too far and you didn’t want to deal with him anymore.

You were walking through the jungle, searching for dinner when Pan decided to taunt you.

“Hey Y/N! Keep up will you? No wonder your parents despise you. You’re a bit useless eh?” he chuckled, making the lost boys laugh. You opened your mouth to make a nasty remark but decided against it. What he said hit a nerve. Your parents did despise you but you always thought that it’s because they’re just one of those parents who neglects their child. You never thought that they hated you because you were useless. Are you even useless? Maybe you are. Maybe that’s why they hated you. Maybe that’s why everyone else hated you. Maybe that’s why even here in Neverland, everyone hated you. It’s because you’re useless. You looked down and ignored Pan’s remark. Pan on the other hand, raised an eyebrow. Confused because you didn’t answer his stupid remark. He brushed it off thinking that you’re just not in the mood.

You were aiming at your catch when you let go of the arrow. It hit your prey directly in the head so it’s dead by now. “Impressive” Pan appeared beside you and smirked. You ignored his presence and walked over to the dead animal and picked it up. You walked off to tell the lost boys that you caught dinner.

You sat in front of a table eating peacefully with the other lost boys. Though at the side of your eyes, you saw someone walking over. And that someone is Pan. Just as he sat down beside you, you stood up, taking your finished plate with you. You can feel Pan’s eyes burning holes at your back but you ignored it and continued walking.

You were sitting on a log, sharpening your knife. Beside you was Felix. He wasn’t someone who talked much but he’s still comforting to be around so you’re sitting with him. “Something is wrong” he stated. “What?” you asked, confused. “You’re acting different. Why?” he looked at you. You just shrugged. “Hey lads!” Pan appeared in front of you two. “Hey Pan” Felix greeted. Pan looked at you. You stood up and walked away, leaving Pan very confused. Pan sat down beside Felix. “What’s up with her? She’s been ignoring me.” Pan sighed. Felix shrugged his shoulders and continued sharpening his dagger.

It continued like that. You ignored Pan every time he tries talking to you and it agitates him. He wanted to hear your voice again. Even if it’s a stupid remark or something mean. He just wanted to hear your voice again. He can’t stand the silence anymore. He will do something about it and he will do it now.

You and the lost boys were ready to haunt again. You were about to dash into the woods when a hand stopped you. You turned around just to be faced with Pan. You went to tug your hand back but his grip tightened. “Look at me” he said. You didn’t so he gripped your hands tighter, “Look at me!” he hissed. You look at him and frowned. “What?” your voice was filled with so much hatred. “What are you playing at?” he growled. “What do you mean?” you asked. “Oh you know exactly what I’m saying! Why are you ignoring me?” he asked. “I don’t know. Why do you hate me so much?!” you yelled at him. He squinted his eyes at you, “What are you talking about?”. “Oh come on Pan! You’re the one who’s always there to make me feel like shit!” you tried getting out of his hand but his grip was strong. “What?” he whispered. “When you told me that my parents despised me because I was useless.. I can’t help but to think that you were right. I thought about it and I AM indeed useless! I don’t know what I did to you but ever since I set foot on this island, it’s like you just made it your mission to make me feel like shit! Well guess what? You already did. Congratulations!” you broke down crying. Peter caught you, held your crying figure and tried to hush you. “Y/N” he whispered, “I didn’t know you felt that way”. “What did you think I would feel?” you cried through his chest. “I-I just did all that because I like it when your attention was on me a-and I guess I went overboard that time. I-I’m sorry” he said, hugging you closer to his body. “So you made me feel like shit for attention?” you sobbed. “I know it sounds fucked up but that’s the only way I can think of to get your attention” he sighed, “I’m really sorry.”. “You know you should’ve just been nice to me, right?” you chuckled. Pan pulled away from the hug and caressed your face. “Yeah, I was stupid. Forgive me?” he asked. You slightly smiled and nodded. Pan jumped around “Oh thank you thank you thank you!” he caressed your face again and kissed your nose over and over.

“Okay stop” you chuckled. He stopped and chuckled too.

“Thank you” he whispered and kissed your forehead.

I just watched x-men: apocalypse and damn evan peters :3

oh yeah.. I hope you liked this one hehe

requests are open guys


Okay, to all of you who want to know all my secrets, I’m not sharing everything. I’ve read enough literature (both traditional and manga/Western comics) to know to keep some cards close to my chest.

Classification: Fullbring

Name: The World (I was on a JJBA kick when I first discovered it. Araki hasn’t sued me, so I assume I’m fine. Honestly, I stopped trying to rename it after a while.)

Focus: My (deceased) grandfather’s wedding ring. My grandmother gave it to me at the funeral, and I haven’t taken it off since.

Description: It lets me stop time. When I first figured it out, I was able to hold it for 15 (real) seconds. With practice, I’ve been able to extend that out to a full minute.


-Toki wo Tomare: I freeze time around me. Momentum of any objects I throw/drop/interact with is conserved when time resumes. I am able to move about freely while time is stopped. An important note is that it does take a few seconds to activate, so I am still susceptible to ambushes and other unexpected occurances. At first, I believed it to be a simple time-manipulation ability. My second technique proved me wrong.

-Portable Hole: This one threw me for a loop when I discovered I could do this. Effectively, it’s a tear in space-time that lets me store a great deal of objects in it. I think it dumps them into a pocket dimension of some kind, but I am unsure about that. I also don’t know what the maximum size of an object is before it no longer fits. I did experiment with my Marauder with success, so it’s possible something larger may fit. I’ve modified most of my wardrobe with a false pocket to hide the fact I’m using this technique.

-Bringer Step : This is extremely helpful for getting around during my time stops. I’m honestly not that good with it, but it’s better than madly dashing around.

From what I’ve determined, my Fullbring has more to do with altering the curvature of space. When I ‘stop’ time, the gradient is effectively rendered negatively infinite in that moment, which has effects similar to a black hole: as you approach the event horizon, time is theorized to slow to a standstill from your perspective. This, luckily, is not associated with any shift in gravitation; otherwise everything would undergo spaghettification (look it up, it’s the actual term).

I know that JOSH GROBAN showed some interest, so I’ll tag him, even though I may regret it later. So, @aizensamasuggestions, am I still inconsequential?

If you consider the fact that I once started out as an anxious child who cried easily and wasn’t good at anything at school to someone who is only a semester away from getting a bachelors degree and also studying Japanese on the side I guess I could be pretty proud of myself for working so hard and I have no reason to feel stupid because I have proven that I’m not. 

Pretty eyes

As promised, @permanentcross. Do hope you like it and excuse the cliché title. xx 


Originally posted by hipsta-please-harry

The wine glasses are sitting on your center table, the tv humming low in some useless program you’re not paying the least bit of attention to. Outside, the sky is cooking up a storm and it’s not even 7 pm yet but it’s dark as if it was 5 in the morning. Your blanket, fluffy and heavy, protects you from the chill of the storm because you’re too lazy to get up and fuss with the thermostat, the heat of the covers enough for the time being. 

The house is completely silent lest the noise from the tv and your eyes are focused on the the tiny little letters of the books you have in your hands. It’s something new, you’re not sure of the author but it caught your attention and you haven’t been able to put it down since you saw it at the bookstore. The smell of the pages mix with the nice smell of the candles you lit up in the living room and the perfume you sprayed on yourself earlier, after you got out of the shower and put on some clothes - a nice comfy pair of leggings and a big hoodie, one you’re pretty sure belongs to Harry from how big it is but you can’t be certain. 

Your phone sits untouched on the table, in fact, you don’t think you’ve even glanced at it today. If anyone has been trying to talk to you, they probably think you’re dead now. But the book is just too good… The words seem jump out of the pages, every new line drawing you in more and more into the story, the characters gaining life right in front of your eyes. You’re so deep into it it scares you when the door slams closed and the call of “Babe, I’m home!” echoes through the house. 

When Harry rounds into the living room, shirt half unbuttoned and socked feet shuffling around the couch, you can feel a smile splitting across your face. His hair is messy, fluffy curls framing his face, green eyes shining and the smell of rain sticking to his skin - a mixture of the water drops that are pelting against the pavement outside, shampoo and the rich smell of Tom Ford swarming your senses when he leans in to press a pert kiss to your lips. 

“Yeh look cozy…” He smiles, nose rubbing against yours in soft Eskimo kisses while he sits on your lap. You laugh, dropping your book and wrapping your arms around his torso, neck straining to search his lips again and he obliges, tongue dipping into your mouth slowly and tentatively. He knows you hate being interrupted when you’re reading, but he’s going with his gut and trusting your needy hands sneaking under the flimsy fabric of his shirt and your eager lips. 

“Missed you today.” You sigh, leaning against the soft cushions. You swear your bum is square from how long you’ve been sitting in the same spot and with the added weight of Harry, you’re fairly certain you’ll both be leaving an indent where you’re sitting but it doesn’t matter. The weight and presence of him is welcomed, the feeling of missing him sitting in the back of your mind even through the fascinating story you were focused on. 

“Missed yeh too, angel love.” He’s smiling and it twists at your heart - it’s like watching the sun, bright and breathtaking. 

“You’re cold.” You note, your warm hands pressing into his back. His skin is cold and humid, not from sweat but from the rain he must’ve caught when he was walking somewhere. His hair is humid too, which is why the curls are fluffy, but you like the way it looks. “Those shirts do nothing to protect you from the weather.” You scowl and he clicks his tongue, eyebrow raising. 

“Thought yeh liked the shirts.” He tells you, fingers reaching for the zipper of your hoodie, zipping in down before zipping it up again. It doesn’t go unnoticed the way his eyes glint at the sight of your naked breasts peeking from under the fabric - it’s such a boyish move it almost makes you laugh, but you pretend you are unfazed by it, allowing him to dip his fingers into the opening and run them across the now visible swell of your chest. It’s not dirty or even a move on you, but it does give you tingles and makes it just a bit harder to think of something to say. 

“I like them, I just don’t want you to get a cold.” You shrug and be smirks, eyes locked on yours. “Should take a shower y'know? Get yourself warm.“ 

"Come with me?” That’s a request you don’t want to deny but the book… "Please?“ 

How could you say no? How could you deny him? He’s so sweet and he looks so damn good, oodles of hair for you to run your fingers through while the suds run down his chest and back. His soft skin but hard muscles slippery wet but… 

"I would but… Can I just finish this chapter? Just this one?” You pout and he humphs, fingers slipping away from your shirt as he tries to get up from your lap. Your hands are faster and you grip to the fabric of his shirt and he laughs when he sees how alarmed you look. 

“’S ok, angel. Just gonna get a shower and then I’ll get some wine and we can relax, yeah?” He asks you, holding on to the hand that’s attached to his clothing. “Yeh can finish your book and I’ll join yeh in a bit." 


It’s a while until he’s back again and you’re still a little worried he was mad at you but it doesn’t look like Harry is phased - he has two glasses of red wine in his hands, soft socks and the one hoodie he’d managed to keep you from stealing, along with a pair of boxers. He’s sneaking in under your blanket before you can stop him, pulling your legs over his lap and taking a foot into his hands - they’re ringless and soft, but his fingers put just the right pressure on your nerves and it makes you smile from how thoughtful he’s being. 

He doesn’t say much other than asking if you want more wine or if the pressure of the massage he’s giving you is enough and, although your concentration on the book has been unwavering for the past few hours, Harry’s presence have managed to put you off. 

Even though the story is still as interesting and seducing as it once was, your body, your heart and your mind are all very aware that he’s touching you, even if as innocently as possible and that he smells good and that he’s warm and sturdy underneath your legs. It’s when your eyes flit from the pages and up to his face that you notice he’s been observing you, probably for longer than you’d like him to. 


"You’re pretty.” Harry says, smirking when he sees your cheeks flaming up, your clumsy hands dropping your book to the ground. He stops you when you attempt to recuperate it, pulling your by your arms until you’re straddling his hips, bum settling on his knees and he’s pulling you closer so you can wrap your arms around his neck. “Your eyes are pretty too.”

“Stop it.” You bite your lip, eyes cast down, fingers fiddling with the strings of his grey hoodie. “Pretty eyes… Look at me.” He asks and you shake your head no, pulling him closer so you can distract him with a kiss. He’s not having it though, turning his face as soon as you manage to get close enough and you end up pressing a kiss to his jaw instead. “Look at me." 

You grunt, looking up at him and he laughs at your reluctance, fingers hooking into the opening of your hoodie again to pull you close until your lips are brushing against his. He’s smiling, dimples deep into his cheeks, green eyes hooded as he stares at your own pink lips. 

"Love watching yeh read. Like to see yeh getting so deep into the story yeh start to make faces…” He tells you and you roll your eyes, hands pressing against his chest to push away from him, but he won’t let you. 

“If you’re going to be a dick do-” you start. “This is not going to get you anywhere!" 

"It’s pretty hot, yeh know?” The t’s are dotted on his sentence, accent thick as he speaks, his hands pulling down the zipper of your hoodie down so slowly you wouldn’t notice it if your sensations weren’t so heightened whenever he was near you. “Especially when you’re wearing m'clothes. And when I know you’re not wearing anything under it…” He’s cupping your breasts then, warm hands rising goosebumps on your skin and you sigh, closing your eyes against the feeling. 

When he kisses you, he tastes like the Shiraz wine you had both been sipping at but that’s long forgotten now. His tongue is slow and thorough, tasting every inch of your mouth with careful strokes that light a fire that’s burns deep into you. Your body reacts to his touch as you push closer, hips rolling against his searching for a friction that is yet to be achieved. 

The air in the room that was once chilly is now suffocatingly hot, even though the thermostat is left untouched. The rain that’s pelting in your windows makes it seem like you and Harry are the only ones in the world, his harsh breathing sounding like thunder in your ears while he leaves nippy kisses on your neck. You know you should tell him not to leave a mark but you couldn’t care less at the moment and the idea of a purple little spot right where he’s kissing you seems like a perfect idea. 

His hands have sneaked under your leggings and are now under your panties, fingers splayed across your bum as you rut against him. 

“Fuck, I want you.” You gasp out, hands drowning into oodles of hair and breathing short because he had your nipple on his mouth and he’s suckling so hard you think it could bruise. “Harry, please…" 

"Do yeh, now? Didn’t think yeh did…” He tuts, fingers leaving your bum to dip down into the front of your pants and find the not so little wet spot on your knickers. “Not when I invited yeh for a shower. Guess yeh didn’t want me that much if yeh were willing to miss out on me tugging on my cock, huh?" 

"No, please, I want it, you, give it to me, fuck me, please H-” it’s your own moan that cuts you off, ripping out of you when Harry sneaks his fingers under the soaked fabric to rub against your swollen clit. 

“Is this it? That’s what yeh want?" 

"N-not quite.” Your hands are pulling down his boxers then, nimble fingers wrapping around his cock in a swift motion, hard pulls just like you know he likes. He’s leaking, tip as red as his raspberry lips, pulsing in your hand as you work him with quick taps against the little slit and slow and thorough up and down motions. “Just fuck me…" 

"Should make yeh wait. Like yeh did me.” He says as he pushes your hands away and you whine, upset. Even though he’s not inside you, you enjoy the heaviness of his member is your hands and to have yourself deprived of it it makes you want to cry. 

He’s contradicting himself when he starts to pull on the elastic of your leggings along with your panties and the air of the room hits your now bare legs and center, making you shake. It’s a weird position and you both have to work extra hard to get all of your clothes off without detaching from each other but when you finally manage it, he has you lying down on the couch in no time, your legs parting for him immediately. He has his thumb on your clit, flicking with motions and your hips can’t help but buck up in response to Harry’s expert touch. 

“Pretty and nice fo’ me.” He tells you, eyes locked on to your center. The intensity makes you squirm and try to close your legs but he pushes them open again before sliding two fingers inside of you. “Fuckin’ wet. Love it when you’re soaked like this, love…" 

"Want you in, Harry.” It’s a pathetic cry and it makes his cock twitch in response when you open up wider. “Want your cum to drip out of me…" 

"Filthy girl.” He grunts, never stopping the movement of his fingers. The sensations are making you dizzy but even thought you love his fingers, they’re just not enough. 

“Fill me up. I need it, please, I-" 

"I’m coming, love. I’m right here.” He says, strong and taut body settling between your legs, the head of his cock stretching your entrance as soon as he lines himself to you. “That’s it, look at yeh opening up fo’ me… Good girl." 

"Fuck me…” Your mouth is open around a breathless moan, mirroring the blissful expression on Harry’s face. You can hear him muttering filthy words and dirty encouragements to you, never forgetting to remind you of how warm and wet and tight you are and it makes your stomach tighten and your toes curl. When he moves, it’s not as slow as your kisses and the build up, but they’re short, staccato thrusts that barely give him any room for leaving your body at all. He’s pressing all the way in, deep inside of you and with the way his chest is pressing to every centimeter of yours, the pressure in your belly is enough to feel him even deeper. 

“Oh, oh, fuck you’re d-deep, fuck, you’re s-so deep…” Your hardened nipples rub against Harry’s strong chest and your eyes roll back into your head when you feel him lifting up your leg so he can get even deeper if that’s possible. 

“Can feel me in your tummy, don’t yeh?” He taunts and a shiver runs down your spine when he starts to move faster, harder, strong thrusts that press against your post and make your back arch incredibly high. 

“Yes, yes, yes!” You exclaim, your neck sore from how hard you’re stretching it. You’re not sure if you want to push him away or pull him close when your nails start leaving red angry trails across his back but with the way he’s going, you know you’re done for. There’s no escaping the waves of pleasure and shivers that have overcome your body, your orgasm only a flick of his finger away. 

“Get it wet.” Harry demands, fingers pressing against your lips before you accept them into your mouth, hungrily sucking on them like you would his cock. He slips them between you, barely any space enough for him to work your needy and pulsing bundle of nerves but just enough so he can give you that extra push you need to fly off the edge. Your orgasm rips through you like lightening, body shaking and walls pulsing around his cock, milking him for his own pleasure. It makes your breathless and your mind is fuzzy but you still crave the feeling of Harry’s cum dripping out of you. 

Your hands pull on his hair, lips searching his and you roll your hips against his, squeezing around his cock just enough to make him lose his rhythm and stutter on his words. 

“Love your pussy, f-fuck me, that’s it love, squeeze me.” His mouth is open is a perfect little o, lips so pink it makes you want to bite them like you would a strawberry and that’s what you do, suckling on the tip of his tongue when he goes in for a kiss. 

“Want your cum, wanna see it drip…” You sigh into his mouth and that’s when he cums, pressing deep inside of you, his teeth closing around your shoulder as he shakes, thick ropes of his load costing your insides as he grips to you like his life depends on it. 

The bite he’d given you stings but you don’t mind one bit when you feel his shaky breath hit your skin and he tries to soothe the hurt immediately with quick little kisses.

“Sorry, sorry… F-felt too good. Too fucking good.” He mumbles, face hiding in your neck. 

“It’s ok.” You sigh, pressing a kiss to his sweaty temple and he laughs, bewildered and fucked out. 

When he pulls out, it doesn’t take long until you feel his seed trickling out of you and it sends a shiver up your spine. He looks at it like its the most fascinating thing and there’s a glint on his eyes that tells you this is almost as satisfying as his own orgasm. If you dared to say, it was to you too.

“Love seeing me on you.” He says as he catches your eyes and you giggle, hands hiding your face as you blush. “Oi! Don’t hide your pretty eyes, love.”

“You’re such a sap!” You exclaim, happiness exuding out of you. 

“But yeh love me, right?!" 

"Yes I do.”