#also s*ju is a given but the rest

[mydearesthrry]

the end - h.s.

a/n: and just like that, harry styles love on tour is over. thank you for the memories. hoping and praying h stays happy and safe and healthy always. enjoy nearly 600 words of me being emo also none of this makes sense and it’s so so shit but I had to post something im so sorry

🎀 warnings/cw: angst. fluff. harry crying

🐇 pairing: fem!reader x harry styles

💐 wc: 583

summary: following the final show of love on tour, you reassure harry that it’s time for him to rest now.

“C’mere Bunny,” she whispers in the muffled quiet of the dressing room. Harry was sat on the opposite side of her on the couch, and she knew to give him space at this moment in time. Harry was fully soaking everything in. Every ounce of love, support, every atom of appreciation he felt, he was allowing it to happen in the safe of his dressing room, no prying eyes there to watch one of the most vulnerable states he’s been in besides his love.

He looked up from where his head was in his hands, elbows resting on his knees. Her heart broke when she saw his face. Watery eyes, splotchy redness covering his cheeks, and pink pillowy lips damp from him flattening them into his mouth. He crawled over to her without a second thought, resting his body from his waist up on hers, twisting to bury his head into her neck, the tears falling at an even more rapid pace.

“Bunny, ‘s the matter?” YN asked, her lips pressed to his sweaty mop of curls, pecking soft kisses to his head.

“‘M jus- I dunno, I jus- I feel so loved, and I feel selfish that ‘M leaving them when they’ve given me everythin’ I have… I jus- It doesn’t feel… right?” He let his insecurities float around in the stale air of the room, wincing at the quietness that seemed to amplify now that he let his thoughts roam free, thoughts that he knew would now spill into his girlfriends.

“You— Harry, you saying that is more selfish than you leaving. Baby, do you know how long we’ve been on tour? Truthfully, do you?” She asked, a look of confusion blatant on her face as she pulled his head from the crook of her neck.

“I- no, time doesn’t really… ‘M not good at that stuff, Lovie.” He hung his head in shame and sadness.

“H, we got Peach in May of last year when she was a kitten, a few months before we left, and guess what, H? She’s stayed with Mum and has had babies, and my sister had her baby in June, a week before the tour started, and he’s turning two this year. So many things have happened, Baby, you’ve just been so caught up in this tour that you aren’t allowing yourself to see them happen,” She whispered, knowing he needed a little ounce of tough love in this moment. “You have to let yourself rest.”

“‘M so tired, YN.” His voice cracked, and she felt the tears begin to whir behind her eyelids.

“I know, I know baby, I’m so tired too, but you can rest now, my sweet love. It’s time for us now. You can— we can rest, and we can go anywhere y’want. We can go home, if you want, or we can stay at the villa, even. It’s just— it’s time for you to rest.” She allowed herself to get emotional, wanting Harry to know that he wasn’t in this alone.

“Thank you,” Harry whispered. “I don’t… I don’t deserve you, at all.”

“Bunny, you deserve more than me. You deserve everything that’s good in this world, sweet boy, and I kick myself every day that I can’t give that to you. I love you more than I can even explain, Harry. You’ve changed my life and have saved me, time and time again.”

Harry shook his head. “There’s no one above you. You’re it for me, I swear on it.”

“I know, H,” She smiled down at him. “I feel the same way. I always have and always will.”

“Can we go home?” Harry asked sweetly.

“Of course we can, Baby. Wherever you want. I love you.”

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x y/n #harry styles blurb #harry edward styles

[scribbledghost]

can I have fem Simon eating you out?? and like lots of degradation but also praise??

Well, I really am sorry, but I don't particularly feel comfortable doing degradation. So im gonna have to leave that part out :x

Praise though? I gotcha. In abundance.

If there's one thing Simon loves doing for you, it's giving head. She could comfortably situate herself between your legs for hours, resting your legs over her broad shoulders as she loses herself in your taste.

In fact, that's exactly what she's doing now. You've long since lost track of time, completely at Simon's mercy as she buries her face in you. You've begun to squirm, overly sensitive from the nth orgasm she's given you since she woke you this morning with gentle touches.

"I know," Simon coos from between your thighs, moving up your body only slightly, "I know love. 'S sensitive, huh?"

She presses a kiss to your mound, turning her head to press another to your trembling thigh.

"Jus' can't get enough of you, sweetheart," she says lowly. "Taste too good. I know it's a lot. You'll tell me if it's too much, yeah?"

You pant for a moment, desperately attempting to compose yourself.

"Don't want you to stop," you breathe, "just... just give me a minute."

She acquiesces, lowering her tongue away from your aching clit to mouth at the rest of your sex in an attempt to show you some mercy while still being able to taste you. Despite her efforts, however, her nose still nudges the bundle of nerves, causing you to jerk in her hold. A high-pitched whine leaves you, and before you can say anything, Simon shifts back up to lavish your lower abdomen with open-mouthed kisses.

"Can I use my fingers, love?" she asks.

"Mhm."

She slides two thick fingers into you, pumping them lazily back and forth as she waits out your sensitivity. It's a well-practiced dance - as soon as you give her permission, her mouth will return to its rightful place at the apex of your thighs. But for now, she's content to feel your walls pulse around her fingers while she mouths at your skin.

"So good f'me, y'know that?" she mumbles, almost to herself. "Layin' there all pretty, lettin' me eat you out as much as I want. Proper angel, you are."

You sigh above her, a blissful little sound accompanied by a hand through her hair to let her know you heard her praise.

Every so often, her fingers leave you, only to be placed in her mouth as she cleans your slick from them. This cycle repeats several times before she softly calls to you.

"How y'feelin, love?"

"Better."

"Still sensitive?"

"Little bit."

Her eyes tick up to yours, an unspoken question on her lips. You make her wait another moment, reveling in how her tongue darts out to wet her lips in anticipation.

"Go ahead."

She gives you a crooked grin, one final kiss to your abdomen, then lowers herself back to your cunt.

If there's one thing she'll never get enough of, it's of the gentle twitch of your clit whenever she brushes it just right. The way you moan when she pulls it between her lips to add some suction. The way your fingers tangle in her hair when she starts writing her name with her tongue.

You're close. Again. She can tell by the way your thighs begin to shake and your hips begin to buck.

"That's it," she says, voice muffled. "That's it. Be good and cum f'me, baby. Need to feel you cum. Need to taste my girl."

Your clit begins to pulse as your back arches, a fresh wave of you coating Simon's tongue. She brings you down slowly, taking deep breaths as she cleans you with her mouth.

"Too... too much," you pant, and Simon lifts herself from between your legs to rest herself over you.

She slots her lips against yours, softly murmuring more praise and words of gentle adoration.

Good thing neither of you have plans today.

#fem simon #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost scribbles #smut

[fuxuannie]

HELLOO!! Have a wonderful day thank you for blessing us with this heavenly writing!!><

Anwww!! I want to request if possible Yanqing with a very sleepy s/o like they could sleep anywhere they could sleep while hes rambling about his swords or they could sleep in the most weirdest places like a box!! Ty take ur time and have the best day a human can possibly can<33

* pairing : yanqing x gender neutral reader

* prompt : request ♡

* authors note : 18+ DNIII. 🙅‍♀️ I will personally be going through every account on this post & WILL block if i have to i tell u. yanqing is 14 n as someone his age its jus weird. also hi anon! really cute prompt, i love it sm as an eepy person. (reader in this kinda reminds me of layla,, so she's my inspiration!)

YANQING had been rambling on and on for hours about swords by now while you two were stargazing, to a point he hasn't even noticed that you fell asleep on his shoulder. He had only realized when your head began to slip, and he was able to catch you in a swift move. He stares at you with a 'Huh??' expression, before remembering how easily sleepy you get. Yanqing giggles at how cute you are, and stays still for a little while longer.

This was a really common occurence, if you were given the chance to sleep, you'd take it. It's due to your life as a researcher-in-training, given almost no time to rest with all workload that is dumped onto you. Yanqing understood it well when you explained it to him while he was courting you, but never expected how oddly entertaining it would be to see where you'd fall asleep next. His personal favorite being an empty box while he was delivering some packages, and he asked you to keep guard of the rest of them while he was out and would come back for the next one.

But having a sleepyhead as a partner had its perks, mostly for Jing Yuan, who would catch you both asleep under a tree while holding hands and leaning on each other. Like the father figure he is, he'll take a photo and send it to Yanqing. (who will be insanely flustered once he realizes he'd been caught.)

Either way, he'll find himself carrying your sleepy little self on his back a lot. Which he really doesn't mind, he'll be happily humming to himself as you rest your pretty little head on his back. Actually, he'll prefer it when you're sleeping. Since he's seen the research you do for your boss late at night, and the several empty coffee mugs on your desk weren't all too reassuring. Both of you were talented and young individuals, but found it a little ironic how you're worked till you reach a point that you could sleep anywhere from exhaustion, while Jing Yuan still quietly doubts the potential of the swordsman.

Oh well, those worries are for later. Currently you're asleep on his lap in a pretty hidden area, and Yanqing would really not wanna wake you up with the chuckles he'd let out on those memories.

#✹ ִֶָ ꐑꐑ entos paw prints #yanqing x reader #yanqing hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #hsr x reader

[nkn0va]

Request (Pokemon): Dawn and May's S/O's surprise them with not only a birthday cake, but a necklace that has a picture of thier starter Pokemon.

Gonna be honest, their personalities feel pretty samey even in the anime so sorry if this ends up feeling repetitive. Also I'm writing this at 11 pm-12 am.

Dawn

-Dawn had been practicing extra hard lately to improve her Pokemon Contest game. after a recent loss to a rather high ranked Contest Star and some encouragement from you, it fueled the fire in her to improve.

-On one hand you were a bit concerned for her health, but on the other you were still proud of what she was managing to do. So you decided to acknowledge that hard work (and hopefully get her to chillax a little) by doing something for her birthday that was coming up.

-You were thinking of potentially making a cake yourself, but you then remembered an ice cream place you went to a while back on one of your dates that had good reviews for their cakes as well, so you decided to give one of those a try. Something else was in order though, not just a cake. Then as soon as you thought about it, an idea hit you.

-Despite your moderate worry, Dawn's hard work does in fact pay off. There's a contest on her birthday and the performance she and her team give is nothing less than dazzling, easy winning over the crowd.

-You of course watch in person but after the show's over you text her to meet at your place. Once she arrives, she's met with her friends and family throwing a surprise party for her with a rather large cake. She half doubts the ability for everyone to eat it all even with so many of them.

-Presents and congratulations are given out liberally, all of which she of course treasures. However the most special one is from her beloved S/O. A locket keychain with a picture she'd taken herself the first day she got Piplup from Professor Rowan. One she'd treasure for the rest of her days.

May

-May had recently gotten into battling on the side. She thought that by practicing her moves in battles, she could improve her Pokemon coordinating skills.

-She certainly wasn't bad by any stretch of the imagination, but she still had a long way to go before she reached her goal. Whatever that even was.

-Soon her birthday starts rolling around and despite being rough around the edges, she'd made some real progress. You wanted to commemorate that somehow.

-Cake was obviously mandatory. Nothing too big, you wanted a more close, intimate day out together. You decided making it yourself would help enhance that feeling. It's tough if you've never done it before, but you manage to get a decent end result.

-A gift would be necessary, too. Recently you'd come across a place that makes custom lockets that you could give them a picture to use, and you knew the perfect one. A picture you'd printed from your phone of her precious Torchic.

-It thankfully all goes well. You two spend a nice sunset in the park together sitting and talking about anything and everything as both your Pokemon play around together.

-The cake might not be the greatest ever made, but somehow food jus tastes better when eating with someone you love. Of course, the adorable Torchic necklace was metaphorical icing on it.

#pokemon #pokemon x reader #pokemon may #pokemon dawn #nova birthday bash

[i-bring-crack]

:0

Shadow Monarch! Cha Hae In

Destruction Monarch! Sung Jin Woo

Here are the headcanons!:

Cha Hae In loves her shadows a lot

She loves them to death (haha pun)

If it follows the same path as the storyline of SL:

In the start Cha Hae In was a simple girl that wanted to make the best out of her life, although the world never gave her the option to be a winner.

She still tried nonetheless, however the thrill in her life almost died out when she no longer could fulfill that dream of being an athlete.

Then she awakened!

As an E rank...

And just once again she suffered the same consequences of not being able to find a passion, not being able to excell at anything, being a simple person among the crowd.

However she had another curse. Her nose was very sensitive, and almost every rank around her would smell awful to her. Her B rank friend would be the worst, so she used to wear a lot of mask around her face, and coming back bruised from a dungeon yet again every time.

Since Hae In had almost no good reason in her life to live out in life, apart from working as an employee here and there she would sometimes go on dungeons to make some money.

She came out injured every time, sometimes to the point that death, but at the same time, it always drew her in.

A call from a void. A glimmer of hope to think that one day, one day she might be strong enough to face someone, experienced enough to do so.

One day she met Byung Gyu, the B rank healer again as they were getting ready to fight another gate. He nagged her for being so careless in coming back again. She was used to it by now. It was obvious this would happen time and time again.

It was always the formula of coming back from the brink of death, then going back inside.

But she died this time

And then she came back to life.

Thus obtaining new powers that made her out to be something. To be someone. She could finally feel like a person, experience a thrill. It finally felt as tho the universe had let her win, just for once.

.

I like to imagine that she gets Esil as a shadow soldier. Heejin the B rank mage too like as she goes through the red gate she kind of dies somewhere along the battle. Hae In resurrects her and they keep fighting again. Like Esil would take the place of Igris. Heejin the place of Iron.

Maybe Yoo Jin Ho is an S rank here, vice guild master of the Ahjin guild! Most popular guild ever known!

And Choi Jong In here is a D rank mage that Hae In protected during the lizards arc. They get along very well.

Lee Ju Hee is the S rank guildmaster of White Cloud Guild, who tends to get along with the vice and guild master of the Ahjin guild since she operates in Busan while Ahjin works in Seoul so there is a clear line as to what part of land to protect belongs to who.

Kang Tae Shik was one of the survivors of the Double Dungeon, and trains in the same place where the president of Ahjin guild trains.

Mr Kim Sangshik is the retired S rank healer.

Idk about the rest if they change honestly.

.

Anyways Jin Woo had been given the power ever since he was faced with constant death and survival for his family four years ago. Since them it took him a longer time for the destruction Monarch to fit his vessel in a perfect shape, so he had 3 years to become an s rank, where as because Hae In was almost a right fit for Ashborn, and she had less time to worry about others and more about herself, she could was grinding her power really fast to the surprise of everyone.

And then the unexpected happens.

Hae In gets to finally see the president of the Ahjin guild. She is dumbstruck, love stuck too.

When she hides as a miner and gets caught by him she also learns that he doesn't smell at all! How come? Who could he be?!

Whereas Jin Woo is also impressed with her kneen sense, and the dark shadow that looms around her. He has a feeling that she will be interesting in the future, so as Hae In gets back to work as a miner, Jin Woo places a small eye on her from afar.

And the next day he goes after her when he heard she took the job as a porter (what is she? Naive? Foolish?)

His eyes trace the fights of the golems, some techniques done by a sword that seemed to cut meat like it was grass.

Than he lays eyes on her, Queen of the Underworld around her feet. Fighting amongst the shadows with such graze.

She looks like the figure of pale death that isn't brutal or unforgiving, that isn't terror or the constant dread.

She portrays the death that is the eternal sleep, the gentle carrier away from all pain and eternally calm.

Cha Hae In is the embodiment of Death in its purest form.

And Sung Jin Woo is the embodiment of Destruction in that can only be stopped by such a calm death.

#solo leveling #solo leveling manwha #sung jin woo #solo leveling spoilers #cha hae in #cha hae in x sung jin woo #lee ju hee #choi jong in #esil radiru

[muzzleroars]

um .. hiii i love ur art and writing so much and i jus. wanted u to know fallen gabe occupies my brain very often and i love the symbolism you use in a bit of your artwork, concepts and writing n its cool to see how much passion u put into everything :} i like hearing your understandings of the characters in their depth its really cool...

are there any little tidbits or scenarios youve thought of that you havent written about or shared yet, either deep or just fun and silly?

aaaaa thank you so much!!! i'm so happy you all give me the chance to express my thoughts and that you enjoy reading them even if i talk a whole lot.....i have definitely gotten very attached to this au and i'm glad you enjoy it with me, it's been so fun building it up and also getting to explain why make the choices i do (plus getting ideas from asks!!) also just so you know,,,,you have beautifully delicate work, it is so incredibly romantic in appearance and i absolutely love it ;o; it's so light and dreamy...i'm always amazed by how lovely it is!

as for other little scenarios, i have,,,,so many,,,,but i'll talk about a few of my faves!!

one scene i REALLY would like to draw out is raphael meeting with gabriel after he shows the councilor's head to heaven - raphael finds him before he leaves for hell and it's just...very quietly tragic, because the archangels in my headcanon are all connected, sharing in their souls and emotion. for gabriel's light to be ripped from him, for him to be bound for hell and surely for his death, is incredibly traumatizing for raphael, who will now also essentially be alone - michael left when god disappeared and uriel is in "meditation" (a coma really) so it's just been raphael and gabriel left, seeing each other in their brief times for rest (they all lived together - they would check on uriel before sitting together in the little time they had) they had drifted with all their duties, but they were forever bound as siblings and they took a lot of solace in each other's presence. at least that was constant. but now michael is gone, uriel won't wake up, and gabriel is dying. raphael is left as the last archangel standing and surely all of heaven will look to him for leadership. and gabriel knows he will be a good steward, not power hungry in the slightest. yet raphael is betrayed, hurt, he can't understand why this happened, why gabriel has to go now. there's so much to say and no time to say it. so ultimately raphael just embraces and blesses him (to gabriel's surprise given his slaughter of the council), telling him to take care even if there's no time left. i just. i love the archangels as a little sibling group that's fallen apart, yet there is still love in each of them ;~;

another scenario (or...set of vignettes i suppose) deal with v1's time before man's extinction, when it was still being tested in its facility. v1 was actually fairly "close" with the mechanics that repaired it and they got to know a lot of its idiosyncrasies (as well as v1 still using a lot of their vocabulary when it signs now) i have like. an entire silly scene where they wake it up for a little office party (NOT supposed to!!!!) and how v1 sometimes liked to "play hooky" from drills by pretending to be broken in some way (the mechanics got wise to it eventually, telling it that if it keeps that up they're gonna turn it back into scrap!!!) it didn't form any deep bonds with them like it might be able to now since it wasn't advanced enough then, but v1 remembers them fondly now that it has the capacity to. additionally, in that comic i made about meeting its makers in violence, i thought about including a little scene where one of the husks repairs some damage that had been done that blood couldn't heal and v1....sort of having a split-second of hesitation. because. that must be a mechanic. and in some way, it misses them. but really, all they want is for v1 to survive - that's why they would always fix it, even now.

OUGH also when v1 absolutely freaks out earlier on in its relationship with gabriel - i feel like i mentioned this at some point, but i really like the idea of gabriel becoming seriously injured in a fight with some demons/machines when he's adjusting to his fallen status, and in a panic v1 performs a blood transfusion. but. every single thing in its code screams at it not to, it has to bypass about a dozen security measures and shut down a decent portion of its functioning to allow itself to do so. but once it does, it realizes how off-programming the behavior was, to the point where it's convinced if it goes any further the corruption to its software will be so complete it risks fatal errors and brain death. so it bolts the minute gabriel comes to and it actually takes him about a week to find it again, absolutely terrified himself the entire time as he's not ready to lose v1 BUT ALSO significantly pissed off lol he's ready to give it plenty of shit upon reuniting with it, but with some explanation (as he REFUSES to let it run again), he comes to understand how serious this is...and just what v1 did for him in spite of all of its programming to the contrary.

THEN i just have a lot silly or cute things, like how v1 greatly enjoys bath time much to gabriel's surprise and often asks for "a wash" even when perfectly clean. i also KNOW i said this before, but v1 loves generating liminal pool rooms and impossible "animals" in its mind - it can spend HOURS doing this, and get VERY invested in it, but it didn't want gabe to be lonely so it made a "chatbot" to interact with him while it does this (v1 likes to call its internal bots "worker vee-s") he found it pretty funny since it was terrible, and quickly retired. oh oh and i also really like v1 and fallen gabriel staying with the ferryman for a bit when they don't yet have a place to live...and i talked about how the ferryman struggles accepting gabriel again, but i like to think gabriel still sings. he and v1 will snuggle in by the fire and he'll sing, just as beautiful as he did in haven even if it's now in the infernal language...and the ferryman will linger outside their door, listening to him sounding just the way he always has (they can get overwhelmed by it sometimes, but it helps when v1 cuts in with a midi remix lol) and finally since i've. gone on long enough. i know a lot of ppl do bird-coded gabe (rightfully so!!) but to me he is. sheep-coded. man will eat flowers right out of a window-box and headbutt as a primary way of attack. thank you.

#I COULD ADD MORE BUT I WILL STOP!!! #and as you can see i am just as focused on v1 and gabe as you would think..... #thank you for letting me get these out tho i needed it!!! #tbh tho a lot of thinking about them is just like. they are sharing a little apartment. hehe....cute..... #head empty!!!! #also have NOT forgotten little bad wolf v1 and righteous ram of the father gabe....they have a mini au..... #OK IM DONE I HAVE TO BE #cake answers #v1 #gabriel #raphael

[vacantgodling]

hey! this is chance & here’s week 3’s prompt. share an excerpt that you’re very proud of from any of your wips.

thank you!! since i’m actually working on cage (for once) have my favorite funny little scene from chapter 11 — it’s not done yet but i’m just terribly amused by it.

tagging @valeffelees bc cage content lol

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“Cole Cassidy, do you copy?”

“Kind of not tha time, Hanzo.” Cassidy tried to keep the growl out of his voice, but given the present circumstances he just couldn’t. There went all the hard work he’d put into he and Hanzo’s relationship down the drain— the man was more skittish than a crotchety old chihuahua. He was ushering along the civilians with him as quickly as he could. One omnic with bright blue synthetic hair and a sparking core had an arm slung over his shoulder, and even if he didn’t have their metal body to contend with, he could hear the footsteps of Talon agents fast approaching. It felt like they were fucking everywhere. Roaches, infesting every inch of King’s Row.

Undeterred, Hanzo continued. “You will do exactly as I say.”

“An jus’ who made you captain?” Cassidy snorted. “There’s a dead end over here!” Someone towards the front of the pack called. Fuck, goddamn, shit, fuck. He didn’t have time for this, for Hanzo’s bullshit, Talon, none of it. This is why he never joined the frontlines. In Blackwatch he never had to be concerned about the safety of civilians when he could be doing what he did best: taking down the enemy head on. But he came back to do good, to fix what Reyes and Blackwatch broke, to ease his own goddamn consciousness before he inevitably kicked the bucket. This is what he got for caring.

“There are thirty agents tailing you, and there are no exits in the way you’re heading.” Cassidy stopped cold in his tracks, jerking the sparking omnic roughly without meaning to. He touched his free hand to his comm. “What?” He kept his voice low, to smooth the panic out of his voice so it wouldn’t raise civilian alarm. “How—”

“I can see them, and your position.” The adrenaline coursing through his body was a petrol fire, making every hair on his arm stand on end.

“Is everything okay?” The sparking omnic asked. Their tinny voice was laced with worry, and Cassidy couldn’t meet their eyes. He looked over his shoulder, towards the sound of heavy armored feet growing louder.

“Do not make me repeat myself, Cole Cassidy. You will do exactly as I say.”

If they weren’t in the middle of a life or death situation, Cassidy would swear that Hanzo’s voice was practically a purr. If his heart wasn’t thundering in his throat, and if he was more than two-thirds of a whiskey bottle deep, maybe he’d even admit to himself that Hanzo sounded hot.

Presently he ignored it. Tried to. “What d’ya say?” Cassidy found himself breathing out.

“On my count,” He could practically feel Hanzo wetting his lips. “You will tell the civilians to duck. You will also duck.”

“Duck- Huh?” The rest of the civilians he was leading by now had stopped in their tracks and were giving him quizzical, maybe even panicked looks. So maybe he wasn’t as good at keeping the panic out of his own voice as he thought. Cassidy looked over his shoulder once more as the first of Talon’s soldiers burst into the alley.

“Oh my god!” Someone shrieked.

“Don’t move!” Cassidy’s voice was rough.

“One,” Hanzo counted in his ear.

The Talon agent at the end of the alley didn’t stop though. He made his own sounding call to the men that must’ve been looking for them down other nooks and alleys to come this way. The sound of more boots racing towards them was thundering. The Talon agent trained his gun at them. The red dot sight on the barrel of his gun zeroed in directly on Cassidy’s chest.

“Two,” Hanzo’s voice was steady in his ear and heaven’s above, he was going to be the death of them. Cassidy was going to die listening to him because the deranged part of his mind that listened to his dick told him to listen to the man purring in his ear over all the good, hard-earned sense in his own head, that was screaming at him to at least pull out Peacekeeper and shoot. Behind the first goon, more and more Talon soldiers swarmed around the bend, guns drawn and aimed— if not at him, then one of the cowering civilians behind him.

“Mommy!” One of the little girls was sobbing now and Cassidy still stood frozen, bated, waiting. “Do something!” Another woman cried, grabbing his serape tightly in her fists. The Talon soldiers continued to file into the alley like ants descending upon an unfortunate slug and Cassidy’s idiot brain was clutching onto Hanzo’s words like a goddamn lifeline. He was barely breathing, but against his ear, Hanzo’s breath remained terrifyingly steady.

“Three.”

“Duck!” Cassidy roared.

Thankfully, everyone in his small group listened and dropped to the ground like sacks of dead weight. And though Cassidy could hear the rip of dozens of triggers being pulled at the same time, none of the bullets met them. A different roar sounded above them, so deafening that Cassidy felt his ears pop. His eyes that squeezed shut in reflex flew open.

Dragons. Bonafide, blue, snarling dragons flew over them directly into the panicked crowd of Talon soldiers. Some tried to shoot, some tried to run— none of them were any match for the terrifying size, speed and precision of the beasts’s gaping maws. Their cries of anguish were nearly as loud as the dragons themselves. They cut through the men like a butcher cut through mincemeat, their blood smattering across the too-close buildings of the alley, raining down on them and probably staining all their clothes to hell. The dragons only dissipated when the last soldier fell, sweeping clean back from whence they came then disappearing into the building that they rocketed from in the first place. When they swept back overhead, Cassidy distinctly noticed that the air around them smelled charged with ozone.

He stood up on wobbly legs— hell, Bambi probably could walk smoother than he did. None of the civilians were faring any better, and as quickly as he could manage, he helped everyone to their feet. The little girl who was crying before was clean passed out.

“You’re welcome.”

Cassidy heard the comm line click before he could say anything else.

#ff: cage #ren writing #idk i love this scene a lot i wrote it literally YEARS ago lmao #i need to get to the build up of it lmao

[sugarcrash-underground]

Howdy Howdy, it’s ya favorite slug

Okay, ocs, here we go

Starting with the first ones I’ve made

Rocker

(Warning, a lot of these are gonna feature a lot of old art—)

Rocker is the loud, proud, smart mouthed second in command of the Basement puppets.

Their flirty and quick to anger, they often fight a lot with their leader, “The Mistress”, and are very protective of the mini rinas

Speaking of…

The Mini-Rinas

In order, their names are mini-rina prime, also knowned as prina. Mini-rina 2, 3 and rebel-rina, formerly known as mini-rina 4

There’s not much to say about them, their the students of The Mistress, their often over worked and only get a small break when the mistresses under study takes over watching them when the mistress is resting

Pearl

The nervous understudy of the mistress, she’s in charge of making sure everything is up to the mistresses Standards, taking care of the other basement puppets, and making sure a certain doctor is still alive and well…

The Mistress

To sum her up, she’s basically a gender bent Mortimer. She’s strict and meticulous, is something doesn’t go Exactly as she plans, she won’t hesitate to lash out with her whip. Hell, there are some days where she gives daisy danger a run for her money with her explosive temper.

Now, onto the aus. Or, au Singular i suppose

The SugarCrash au! (Hey, see, I told y’all I’d make that post explaining what it’s about!)

Starting with the one and only, SugarCrash Mortimer Handee

Mortimer handee was one of the first puppets to be brought to life by the famous, (or rather, in-famous, depending on who you ask) Owen Gubberson. Unlike the Mortimer your familiar with, when the handeeman were brought to life, they were given their own bodies, much to Owen’s surprise.

This Mortimer is a lot more, let’s say, slick, than cannon Mortimer. This Mortimer is an entertainer through and through, he’s dapper, cunning and a big smooth talker. However don’t let this side of him fool you, he can be just as cruel, if not more so, than cannon. There are some days where even the fearless Daisy Danger worries for her well being when he’s upset. Unfortunately, no one (for now) knows this side of him.

Riley Athen Ruckus

Riley ruckus, The resident scientist and now newly discovered Promising artist, this Riley is a bit more, braggy, I suppose? Than the one we know, Dr ruckus will take every opportunity to gloat about the achievements of the handeeman and how far their once humble little studio has come, now known by local’s as the “Real Life handee manor”, thanks to both the magic of Mortimers spell book and her (as well as nicks, but she’ll never admit this-) own creative genius. And just so happens to be the one who got their old show rebooted with one phone call❤️ (much to Rachael’s surprise and anger-)

Daisy Danger

Daisy Danger, resident mom to all employees and ragdolls, and one hell of a magic cook and baker, daisy is by far one of the sweetest puppets you’ll ever meet. That is, if you don’t get on her nerves- As we all know, daisy is Quite well known for her “Danger Mode”, but what everyone didn’t know, was how damn destructive she can get during what the main four refer to as, a “SugarCrash”. Like it’s been implied, when a puppet enters a SugarCrash, they get incredibly more dangerous than they were before. Basically, it’s danger mode on steroids, and not only that, one’s body changes into a more monstrous, almost feral like form. God only knows what daisy’s SugarCrash’s look like…

Dr. Paddywack, aka nick nack

(Sorry you guys get no visual reference right now, I’ve hit the image limit-)

Dr. Paddywack, formerly known as nick nack, Is still the resident artist of the handeeman crew, but has now gained an appreciation for science and technology. Nick is still the same old nick we all know and love, he’s creative, dramatic, and jus a tiny bit egotistical, except this nick seems a bit more… jumpy, let’s say, than regular nick. He’s just a tad bit more reserved than cannon, and. Something about the way the ragdolls tend to avoid his path seems… odd. (>;])

That’s all for now, you can also send the ragdoll assistants asks but I’m too tired to write a bio for them right now, bye—

[cheswirls]

rambling a lil bit so i'll have written this down somewhere

i remember talking w yessa in july abt how there have been 150+ new fics in the sa ao3 tag this year and how plausible it was w the rest of the year left to have over 900 fics in the tag. and at this point in august there's been closer to 180 new fics which is like. insane for me. i remember when there were less than 100 fics in the tag that you would jus read over and over. when i posted iye/lme to ao3 there were close to 200 fics and that was like. not that long ago in hindsight. crazy to see how much things have changed. there are so many fics in the tag now even if there's not enough to boost it into ao3's top ten (or w/e the filter number is) in the op tag. like absolutely insane that more than likely there will be 900 sa fics on ao3 by next year.

aaaaaaaaaa it just. makes me so happy. i only wish there wasn't such a(n unnecessary) stigma associated w them these days bc there wasn't like 5-6 yrs ago. there's nothing wrong w liking saboace n yet there's still a large part of the fanbase that's like silent and anonymous and lurking bc they're scared to get caught up in the bad stigma that like. shouldn't even apply. doesn't even matter. it rly has hurt sa fanworks of every kind bc so many ppl aren't willing to publicly acknowledge they have given a fanwork attn of any kind. which. like. i hesitate to call it a rarepair anymore but let's say for a "less popular" ship that isn't already getting as much attraction and attention as others in the fandom, it rly does hurt to see not just ppl turning away from rly great content bc of the bad stigma, but ppl who genuinely like the ship refusing to interact w creators in any way.

it sucks bc if a creator of any sort can see their content getting views but not anything else, then they have absolutely no idea what the consensus on their work is. ppl could be passing it around racking up hits/views to say 'hey look at this! look at what this person posts! block them!!' or like. ppl hate-read all the time. it doesn't have to be looking at art/videos/edits/etc, it could be opening up a fic for the tenth time to read it out of and close in disgust. or w/e happens.

point being, for a ship like sa is, it's rly easy for creators to think that a large amnt of views w/ zero spread or feedback is a negative response, even when that might not (and probably isn't, tbh) be the case. a silent majority of lurkers is unfortunately what sa creators put up with, and besides being hard to interpret, it can jus be disheartening. i wonder how many fics would be in the ao3 tags today if ppl weren't scared to post their work even under an anonymous label, or if others hadn't gotten discouraged along the way by a lack of response. i wonder how many notes and buzz would be around art pieces made by non-asian artists if ppl weren't so hesitant to even leave a like on art in fear of being called out on it. i wonder how big and how vocal the sa fanbase would be today if the ship were destigmatized, if it was treated like how it was back in 2016-18.

anyway. bringing this back around before i fall off too far. i am excited to hopefully see the fic number reach 900 by the years end, but i also know the tag number fluctuates as ppl delete fic (also begging users on ao3 to not delete and just orphan their work plsplspls. you do not have to be associated w it while also leaving it for others to enjoy) and ik chinese users p frequently use ao3 as a storage cache (and then dl everything when it becomes dangerous for them) so the number could go ±10 in the span of a day. but hopefully :) it would be a p cool thing to see

#saboace #op #nonsensical rambling under the cut but i don't wanna argue w ppl #if you have a diff opinion make ur own post

[oomphband]

OOMPH! continue work on new studio album with new singer! Big headliner tour postponed to autumn 2023 - purchased tickets remain valid

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02.11.2023 DE Hannover Capitol 03.11.2023 DE Hamburg Markthalle 04.11.2023 DE Dresden Tante Ju 05.11.2023 DE Berlin Huxleys Neue Welt 07.11.2023 PL Poznan Tama 08.11.2023 CZ Praha Meet Factory 09.11.2023 AT Wien Simm City 10.11.2023 DE Munchen Backstage Werk 12.11.2023 DE Bochum Zeche 13.11.2023 DE Frankfurt Batschkapp 14.11.2023 DE Ludwigsburg Scala 16.11.2023 FR Paris Le Trabendo 17.11.2023 FR Lyon Marche Gare 18.11.2023 FR Strasbourg La Laiterie 19.11.2023 CH Solothurn Kofmehl 21.11.2023 DE Koln Live Music Hall 22.11.2023 NL Arnhem Luxor 23.11.2023 DE Osnabruck Hydepark 24.11.2023 DE Rostock Mau Club

[wanderer-among-undead]

Jarrod, how often do you pamper your wife? Give her a break from the chores, from dinner, from the kids...

Ask Jarrod Questions of his Romantic Life II Accepting

"Plenty. I never get tired o' playin' with Lillian, so when she needs a break, 'r somethin', I'm usually takin' Lil out t' feed th' chicken's 'r th' hogs. Lard-2's especially fond o' her."

"But there's also jus' handlin' breakfasts an' lunches fer Rose. I ain't as good an' know a variety as 'er, but I always loved makin' things fer 'er. I remembered learnin' how t' make deviled eggs, so I could make 'em fer 'er. Would drive down her place, when we were teenagers, an' I'd give 'em t' her."

It was a particularly funny memory, as he recalled the day Valda had asked him why he only ever brought eggs. The answer to that question was the day he really became her "son."

"Oh, an' there's also jus' letter 'er rest 'er head in m' lap. She's usually tense after work--ironic, given 'er job-- but we jus' sit on th' ol' swing under this tree in m' back yard. She falls asleep pretty quickly--either from me massagin' 'er, 'r jus as soon as she lays 'er head down."

#modernau

[dementedspeedster]

"Now honestly... What was your real goal in fighting me so much? Before the flirting, the attention... I mean, the first few times we fought, for real. What were you really looking for during those?" -Bad Things!Tim

Accepting || send me “now, honestly…” and a question and my muse(s) will answer: • …how they would normally respond • …how they would respond if they had to be totally honest

@volucerrubidus

–– How They Would Normally Respond  ––

Thad lets out a chuckle, a grin on his lips as if it was a silly or ludicrous question, “It was just to piss you off, Tim. I wanted to fight you without any reservations on your part. To see you go all out and fight me earnestly. It’s as simple as that.” Except it wasn’t.

“I was just being a petty asshole back then, Timtam.”

–– How They Would Respond if They Had to be Totally Honest ––

Thad bites his bottom lip.“I, uh,” He runs a hand back through his hair, a sudden nervous energy coming over him at the question. He looks away from Tim completely. He was supposed to love him, but he couldn’t look at him right now as shame welled up from the pit of his stomach like bile, “I... I wanted to make you angry. I wanted to make you so angry that you wouldn’t consider pulling your punches, that you would stop holding back and restraining yourself....I was looking for what I thought I deserved in that moment because I killed Bart. I wanted it to hurt. I wanted the possibility of destruction....Maybe an end...so to speak.”

The speedster is quiet for a moment, “It just seemed right. Like it was the right outcome for someone like me. So I wanted you to fight me with all the anger and hatred you had to give me and that whatever happened...happened.”

He chews on his lip, “But I could never keep that feeling up for long. I couldn’t stay mad, keep the fight in me. That’s why I wouldn’t fight back as much...I felt I deserved it in a way. I didn’t plans for the outcome. I was just leaving it up to the moment. Fate." He said with a shrug.

And this was what fate had given them, huh? Was it strange? Twisted? Cruel?

“I’m sorry.“

--And as a treat: My original response, which was a mixture of the slurred words prompt and the honesty aspect of this prompt.––

Thad's arms are folded atop the bar counter and his head rests in his arms as his eyes gaze up toward Tim.

"I wanted to make you angry. And you were! You were sooooo angryyyy." He shifts and tries to boop Tim's nose with his finger before he settles himself back to his original position, "But also..." He hums, "I was looking for what I deserved. Pain. Destruction. Maybe...maybe an end. I guess." He shrugs.

"I think it, it...it jus' seemed...right for someone like me." Thad shifts and buries he head against his arms, his eyes closed, "I...I killed yer friend. I didn't want ya to hold back against me. And..." Whatever happened...happened.

Thad opens up an eye and glances back at Tim, "But it's different now. I don't want that now."

#ask #volucerrubidus #V: Do the Bad Thing #I clearly should go to bed. #V: Do the Bad Thing - TimThad #V: Do the Bad Thing - Tim Thad #TimThad V: Do the Bad Thing

[dustedlilac]

@yukikorogashi asked: Itsuki hadn't believed it possible, but it was nice to feel like... she could behave the way she used to back when she was alive. Ever since checking into this here hotel, a sense of carefree and playfulness had slowly made its way back into each step. But only around those she trusted and felt comfortable around, of course. "So, sis..." Itsuki actually began one day, as she sat herself down beside the moth sis, "Ah know, ah know... none-of-it's set in stone, BUT--" Whilst maintaining some sense of composure, there was no denying the cheekiness to her actions... as she revealed a little scrapbook she had been putting together (WITH a little help from a few other friends, hehe~). "Fer you an' the Charlie sis' wedding... do ah git ta be one-a dem bride's maid? Ah nevah got-ta--" A pause, before she continues as if she never had done so, "Also, ah was thinkin' dat, MAAAYBE, we use these here COLORS-- though, of course, dat's all up ta you two~! Jus' wanna share some ideas, 's all~"

A welcome smile was cast towards Itsuki. Vaggie plucked up the remote being gyrated about on her knee and turned down the volume of some ridiculous 666 News segment she had no business watching for her own emotional stability, yet did so anyway. She knew, she knew she shouldn't be hatewatching, but damn, she couldn't help it. This Hotel meant everything to her, and it meant everything to Charlie. Getting caught up in the flak and the negative feedback was, for someone of Vaggie's personality, inevitable. A moth to a hateful, burning flame. Itsuki appearing when she did was a blessing in disguise; she had a place in Vaggie's heart, a soft place that was laced with sentimental value - a reminder of back home. She, at the time, also just so happened to be their most amicable client ---

--- until now! The Manager's face was sent into a contorting, blushing mess with her eye just about POPPING out of her socket from how wide it got.

"Y - W - WHOOOA, whoa, whoa! WHOA! Whoa! Wedding!?" Vaggie interrupted, the remote sent ziplining across the room as she shot up like a trigger, eyeballing the scrapbook with a bewildered expression. Holy shit, her heart went from a resting, wrathful 103 to a rapid-pace 250 in five seconds flat. Her jaw was almost hitting her lap as the little girl just went on and on about this... EVENT, that SHE had no prior knowledge of! And given who she is in the scenario?? Yeah, she should know about that!! "HOLD ON. What are you talking about??"

Did she.. did she know something Vaggie didn't?? No WAY, right? NO way.

#yukikorogashi #ic. #inbox. #(( HAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA )) #(( I know it took me ages to get to this but MAN I HAVE BEEN HYPED TO REPLY TO IT. *ITSUKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII*!! ))

[strywoven-moved]

@reveredhearts​ asked : ❛  you say yes and i think no.  ❜  Aqua to Lea/Axel!

PROPMTED.

          A humorless , embittered snort follows her sentiment.  “Not the first time I’ve heard somethin’ like that.”  And it certainly would not be the last if Lea was entirely honest with himself.  Playful though those words may have been , it becomes obvious he does not reciprocate the feeling ; a palpable , unintentional , t e n s i o n suddenly setting a clear DIVIDE ‘tween the two ( and for what ? a few simple words ? an unspoken rule gone broken— ) .  

           It was an accident , he tries to rationalize , she couldn’t’ve k n o w n the impact the statement would have— But Lea knows himself better ; the telltale HEAT is already unspooling through his veins , feeding his frustrations and further festering those doubts riddling his thoughts ( that’s all it’s ever been ! try as you like you cannot escape the shadow of who you once were— ! ) .  He takes a deep breath , slowly lets it free , canting his head to set his verdant gaze on her again.  “Can I ask ya’ somethin’ ?  I mean , honestly , can I ?”  Tone is curt , clipped ; an uncharacteristic f r o w n carves ‘cross his features as he watches her , awaiting her approval to continue.  There’s a dangerous overcast to the self-made Sun which so permeates him ; a STORM coming to shore even before he opens his mouth.  “Why’s it that - no matter what I’ve tried t’do lately - between you n’ everyone else , I keep gettin’ those kinda’ answers ?”  A pause , a deafening seat for his ponderation to rest within.  “Now , nothin’ ‘gainst ya’ , of course , but if y’were in my position , I’d bet y’d be p r e t t y tired of hearin’ the same thing over n’ over.”  He’s right , he knows ; he has a POINT ( one , perhaps , she can also sympathize with given her trials ) .  And it seems , despite all he’s done to separate Lea from Axel , to separate now from the past , almost n o t h i n g has changed.  His expression darkens , jaw tightening.  “I jus’ wanna know : why’s it NOT ENOUGH for anyone anymore , huh ?  What’s it gonna take ?”  ( tell me what it is , i’ll do it— ) .  There’s no resentment there ; only exhaustion , defeat … ANGER .

#❧ ━ ❝ OOC || maybe QUEUE really are just some forgotten story in the end || queue ❞ ━ ☙ #❧ ━ ❝ ch. AXEL || answered ❞ ━ ☙ #❧ ━ ❝ ch. AXEL || verse i: MAIN ❞ ━ ☙ #reveredhearts #reveredhearts || aqua #and you thought this was gonna be a cute little haha moment #no sorry it's not

[tobesolonely]

house hunting

A/n: hello!! I’ve been having a mad case of writers block, so @goldenbluesuit​‘s list of prompts was posted just in time! Thank you and i hope you all enjoy!! thank u @harryysstyless​ and @nationalharryleague​ for looking this over also :) Love u guyssss!

summary: newly engaged y/n and harry realize they have very different tastes in homes when they begin house hunting!!!

warnings: smut

word count: ~3.3k

my ko-fi! thank you :)

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With all the joys that came with being engaged, there was a good deal of logistics that you hadn’t even thought of when you excitedly told Harry, “Duh, of course, I’ll marry you!” just four short months ago. Should you wed in the fall or wait until the spring? Outdoors or indoors? These were things that you and Harry went back and forth about most nights, cuddled in bed next to each other before drifting off to sleep.

Something you were most excited about, though, was finally owning a home with Harry. You practically lived together as it was, seeing that you were at his place most nights. Still, his home wasn’t yours—you were reminded every time you had to grab something forgotten from your apartment. Or when he was away for work and you couldn’t bear to be in his large, empty house by yourself.

So while you already knew each other’s grossest habits, (Harry loved asking you to pop his back pimples) you didn’t yet own a home together. Sadly, house hunting was turning out to be a less-than-joyous task when you and Harry were looking for completely different things.

“I jus’ think we’re cottage-style people… that’s all,'' your fiancé’s hand rests on your thigh while you wait in his car for the real estate agent to arrive. “This one’s nice, yeah, but is it who we are?”

You refrain from rolling your eyes at him. “You’re only saying that because they remind you of home.”

“So? They’re lovely,” he sounds a little defensive, but not mad. Your response  to Harry is interrupted as the real estate agent pulls into the driveway.

“Be nice,” you remind him as you open your door to let yourself out. “I understand the Craftsman isn’t your first choice, but she worked hard to find this place for us. At least go into it with an open mind.”

Your fiancé mutters something under his breath, but you know he’ll behave himself––he didn’t have a mean bone in his body. Harry’s demeanor immediately changes once the real estate agent is within earshot, turning on his signature English charm. “Thank you for meeting my fiancée and me today. We’re both very excited to check out this lovely home.”

Since you’re privy to the reality of the situation, you can tell he’s laying it on a bit thick, but your agent is loving it. “You’ll both fall in love, I know it,” she begins her ascent up the long driveway and you and Harry follow behind hand-in-hand. “Six bedrooms, eleven bathrooms, and nearly twenty thousand square feet. You can’t beat it.”

Harry seems unphased by the enormous size of the house, but your breath hitches in your throat. Did the two of you actually need this much room? The house appeared to be even bigger than the one Harry owned now––you knew you would hate staying here when he was away for work except this time, you wouldn’t have a quaint apartment and a roommate to go back to when you were feeling lonely.

“H, ‘s kinda big…” you’re trying to speak quietly enough so the real estate agent doesn’t hear you. “I don’t know if I like it.”

“What’s tha’? We haven’t even gotten inside, love,” Harry stops walking to give you his full attention. “You don’t like it?”

“Just the driveway by itself is enormous,” you feel your cheeks growing warm. “I would be too scared to stay here by myself.”

Harry hums in agreement. “Can we have just a moment, please?” He sweetly turns to face the real estate agent who insists you take your time, walking farther up the driveway to give the two of you privacy.

“We’ve not seen the inside, doll. Gotta at least do that,” Harry’s hands run along your bare arms. “‘Member what you jus’ told me? Let’s go into it with an open mind. Don’t have to place an offer on it or anything.”

“Okay…” you’re reluctant and Harry can tell, but neither one of you want to be rude to the real estate agent. “You’re right. I guess it doesn’t hurt to just check it out.”

Harry gives you a dimpled grin. “Y’never know. Might fall in love with it, puppy,” Harry leans in so close that you can feel his breath on your nose. “Besides, think of all the rooms we’d get to have a shag in if we moved in here.”

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“I hate it.”

“What’s there to hate? Look at how cozy it is.”

“Don’t like the color.”

“It’s nothing to slap a fresh coat of paint on the outside.”

You open your mouth and then close it in defeat. He wasn’t wrong. You let Harry lead you around the perimeter of the house while you wait for your real estate agent to arrive to let you in—Harry’s animatedly talking about all the renovations that can be done to upgrade the house (even stating he could do some of them himself) and deep down you know this is the house you will end up living in. 

“So sorry I’m late,” the agent’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. “There was an accident on the 405–made traffic a nightmare.” 

“No worries at all,” Harry says cheerily. “We’re just excited to get inside and take a look at this place. It’s gorgeous.” 

The lady doesn’t even try to hide her surprise. “Really? I agree that it’s a beautiful home, but I thought it would be your last choice given it’s on the smaller side.” 

“How many bedrooms?” You change the subject,  gazing at the house in front of you. You thought it was rather large, but to each their own. 

“Five bedrooms, four and a half bathrooms.”

You glance over at your fiancé, who appeared to be deep in thought—he was most likely calculating if five bedrooms would be enough to host friends and family who came to visit. 

“That’s perfect,” he says after a moment, squeezing your hand in excitement. “We’d love to get inside.” 

The real estate agent mutters a quiet, “please, follow me” to which you and Harry oblige. She leads you up a gorgeous cobblestone pathway that ends at weathered brick stairs. Harry lightly placed his hands on your waist as you ascended the three steps, knowing you tended to be on the clumsy side. 

“Porch is nice, innit?” Harry says to you, lowering his gaze so he’s looking square in your eyes. “I can see us ‘avin a cup of coffee in the mornin’ while lookin’ out at the street.”

Your husband-to-be was trying to sell you on the home more than your real estate agent was––you weren’t mad at it. You simply hum in agreement, not wanting to fully give into Harry just yet.

The real estate agent unlocks the door and ushers the both of you ahead of her, wiping her feet on the mat before entering the home. It was beautiful. The floor plan was open, the living room flowing easily into the kitchen which led into the dining room. Large windows let in plenty of natural sunlight, which you know Harry appreciated. 

You listen attentively as the real estate agent gives her typical spiel, informing you about the history of the house (and how all the wood fixtures were original). Harry is long gone, tucked away in some other part of the house, most likely examining the crown molding or something of the sort.

“...because the floor plan is so open, it’s the perfect space for entertaining.”

“So true,” you respond politely, looking around the space. “I was just thinking that. I’m sure Harry would agree... wherever he ran off to.”

“He’s a fan of this one, I take it?” She’s walking again, leading you to the back of the house.

“Oh, definitely. He’s been telling me we’re “cottage people” to warm me up to the idea of moving in here.”

“Is it working?”

You let out a quiet giggle. “Surprisingly, yes.”

“Babe, come look at this bedroom. S’gonna be ours!” Harry calls out to you from deeper in the house and you furrow your brows as you try to determine what room he ducked into.

“Where are you, love?” 

“‘M in here!”

You roll your eyes at how Harry did nothing to clarify his exact location for you, but you quickly figure it out, anyway. While the house was large, it was nowhere as big as some places you’ve already looked at which you appreciated.

Once reunited with Harry, he immediately reaches for your hand and pulls you into him. The bedroom you’re now standing in has floor-to-ceiling windows, an adjoining bathroom, and even a fireplace. It was stunning.

“This room is nice,” you say quietly, leaning into his touch. Harry nods.

“S’our room. Can’t you just picture us sleepin’ in here? Relaxin’?” He leans in close to your ear. “Fuckin’?”

A shiver immediately runs through your body at your fiancé’s vulgarity, but you try your best to play off your reaction as you turn to face the real estate agent. “Let’s see the rest of the place, yeah?”

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No one warned you about how much work went into actually closing on a home.

It was a long process. You were glad you had Harry, who had financial advisors, to help you close on the deal. You and Harry ended up going with the cottage home, of course, which ultimately was the best choice for what the two of you needed at the moment. 

Waiting to move in seemed like it took a lifetime, even though it was only a couple weeks. Your apartment was a mess of boxes and packing tape, and you were glad you had your roommate to help you gather the things you still had left there (since you had basically already moved in with Harry as it was).

When the day finally came to move all your boxes into your new home, you were more than ready to get it over with. You weren’t sure how Harry could remain in such high spirits engaging in such an arduous task (you were honestly feeling quite crabby), so you let Harry deal with the movers lest you accidentally lose your cool and snap at someone. He kept offering to help them move things, feeling guilty for just standing around while they heaved your extensive amount of belongings around, but they kept insisting they were fine. Your fiancé opted to contribute by going to the kitchen and making them lemonade and little sandwiches, instead.

“We have a lot of stuff, don’t we?” Harry glances up at you as you walk into the kitchen, a mischievous look on his face.

“What’s this we? Pretty sure they’re struggling to carry your things around, not mine,” you snake your arms around Harry’s waist. “Maybe we can have a garage sale? Get to know some neighbors too, hmm?”

“Weird to sell Gucci at a garage sale, innit?” Harry cuts a sandwich into four perfect triangles and sets them beside him on a platter he must’ve dug out of some box. You shrug.

“I’m sure you’re not the only person in this neighborhood who can afford Gucci.”

Harry hums in response, continuing to slather spread onto the sandwiches he was making. “Can you go offer these to the movers? Ask ‘em if they want lemonade or water, too.” He tilts his head toward the tray on the other side of the counter and you reach around him to grab it.

“Look at you makin’ everyone snacks and whatnot. So domestic,” you tease, grabbing Harry’s cheek and pinching firmly. “It’s getting me all hot.”

“Yeah?” He questions, going along with your playful pestering. “Y’like it?”

“Fuckin’ love it,” you coo, giving him bedroom eyes. Harry throws his head back, letting out a loud guffaw. You exit the kitchen and go from person to person, kindly offering them sandwiches which they are more than happy to accept.

The movers finish a couple of hours later, your beautiful home still just as beautiful, but now a myriad of boxes and trash bags. The two of you had absolutely no furniture yet, seeing as Harry wanted to buy everything new instead of bringing the furniture from his old home for reasons you were still unsure of.

Harry settled on making the two of you sandwiches for supper, seeing as that was the only food you had in the entire house, and neither one of you felt like running to the store to buy anything else. He pours two tall glasses of lemonade before carefully walking to where you sat cross-legged on the floor of the living room.

“Our new home...,” Harry trails off, looking around the cluttered space. “The first thing that’s ours.”

“I could cry,” you reply, voice slightly shaky. “Like, it’s just so surreal. We can really decorate however we want and celebrate holidays–”

“Gonna fight wif’ each other ‘n love on each other,” he adds. “Grow old with each other... so happy you’re all mine and ‘m all yours.”

Your heart swells at Harry’s words. He can always tell when you’re growing emotional––he knows you better than anyone else, after all––and he quickly moves closer to you, pulling you into his side. Neither one of you says anything, there’s nothing that needs to be said. You opt to bask in each other’s company and the comfortable silence that fills the dim living room. Out of the corner of your eye you notice Harry scoot the food and drinks out of the way before he pulls you fully into his lap.

“I can’t wait for all of it,” you wrap your arms around his neck, sucking lightly on the area where the skin of his jaw trails into his neck. “Can’t wait to have it all with you.”

“Know what ‘m lookin’ forward to the most?” You hum. “Lookin’ forward to the baby makin’.”

Your breath hitches in your throat at Harry’s admission. Sure, you’ve discussed children before––you were getting married! Still, he catches you off-guard.

“Yeah?”

“Mmm,” his hand slowly makes its way underneath your shirt, loving how he already had you squirming under him.

“I’ve got it,” you mumble quietly, moving away from him. You expertly unclasp your bra and fling it out of the way, letting it join the rest of the mess that litters the floor of your home.

“This is really the first place we’re gonna shag in, then?” Harry asks breathlessly, sucking roughly against your collarbone. 

You shrug your shoulders before moving to tangle your hands in Harry’s hair. “The entire house is a mess, this is as good a spot as any.”

“Can’t argue with that,” he mutters, trailing his hands down your body until he gets to your bottom. He easily shimmies your tight leggings down your legs, having done this many, many times before. “Gonna help me christen every room in this house, angel?”

“Yeah,” you’re quick to respond. You wish there was more kissing and less talking going on, but your arrogant fiancé loved two things: teasing you, and the sound of his own voice. “Can I have a kiss?”

“Where do ya want that kiss?”

“Get your mind outta the gutter,” you plead, tilting your head to the side so Harry can access your neck easier. “My lips.” 

You know what Harry’s going to say before he says it. “Which ones?”

“H, come on,” you whine, tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck. “Gimmie one.” 

Harry finally gives into your requests and presses his lips delicately against yours, humming in pleasure as he feels you sink deeper into the kiss. “I’m messin’ with ya, Y/N. I could never pass on givin’ ya a kiss.” 

“I’m glad,” you answer triumphantly, shamelessly stealing another kiss from him. 

“Gonna go all the way with me on our living room floor? Dirty girl, you are,” Harry says quietly, gently removing you from his lap. He helps you lay back on the floor, but not before bunching up your leggings for you to use as a pillow. 

“All good?” 

“Mmm,” you reach up for him, wanting to feel his lips against yours once again. He doesn’t give in so easily—not this time. Harry allows you to take his plump upper lip into your mouth before pulling away just out of your reach. You let out a pitiful whimper which causes Harry to puff out his chest, his ego getting the best of him. 

“Gonna make ya feel so good,” he says quietly, rubbing his palm against your core. Your underwear was still on and you knew he was approximately four seconds away from ripping them off.

“I know,” you answer quickly. “I know, H.”

“You sound impatient.”

“I just wanna get on with it.”

Harry sits back on his heels. “What’s tha’ rush? Jus’ us, yeah? Jus’ me?”

“I need it,” you say under your breath. You were usually quite vocal in bed with Harry, but something about the way his gaze fixed on you had butterflies fluttering all-around your stomach.

“What do you need?” Harry taps your bum while he’s saying this, signaling for you to lift yourself slightly off the ground so he can get them around your ankles. 

“I need you in me,” you whisper. You knew he knew exactly where you needed him, but you’d stroke his ego a bit if it meant he’d fuck you just how you wanted him to. “Hard. F-fast.”

“I can manage that,” he cheekily replies, giving his hard cock three tugs before pressing himself to your entrance. “Don’t want me to eat ya out or summat?”

“No,” you answer entirely too quickly. “Please just fuck me, H-”

He understands just how needy and desperate you are now and wastes no more time, swiftly entering your tight cunt like he was made just for you. Your body always molded together so perfectly––no one knew you better than he did. When you were really pressed for time, he could get you off in less than five minutes. Although his pace is relentless tonight though, there is no rush. 

You felt full in such a way that only Harry could make happen. You let out a loud moan as he moves your leg ever so slightly to angle you in such a way that he knew would hit your spongy walls deep inside of you.

“Y’like it? Like me fuckin’ into ya like this?”

“Love it,” you moan breathlessly, reaching to cradle your tits. Harry raises his eyebrows, pace faltering slightly.

“What are you bein’ so quiet for? S’no one here except us,” he reaches in between your sweaty bodies to flick your clit. “Can feel you clenchin’ ‘round me–are you gonna come, puppy? Come around my cock?”

His teasing is all it takes for you to cum around him, clenching down so tightly that it takes a surprising deal of strength for him to keep moving. Harry follows shortly behind you, letting out an animalistic groan that sounds downright filthy. In that moment, you were glad that there was no one else in the house because if there was, they definitely would’ve heard you and Harry coming down from your respective highs together. He speaks after a moment, chest still heaving.

“One room down, the rest of the house to go.”

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[thefact0rygirl]

Okay so we know we can ask Boba for something (ex. face sitting), but does Boba ever ask for anything? How does he approach it? What are his tells to know he’s in the mood?

Oooooo the reversal, I like where going nonnie!

To start off, Boba is incredibly comfortable with sex and his sexuality. He doesn’t view sex as a taboo subject that should be avoided. He is confident in what he wants and what he can provide to his partner(s).

He is never afraid to ask for what he wants, but what he asks for specifically will vary depending on how much he trusts you (if that makes sense).

I personally think he has a bit of an innocence/corruption kink, so he isn’t afraid to tell you what he likes and what he wants you to do. Respectfully, of course.

“Go ahead and kiss it. That’s good.”

“Think you can take more of me?”

“Go on, show me how well you can take me.”

Like I mentioned, what he asks for will vary depending on his level of trust. Asking you to deep throat him is different than asking you try something like pegging or shibari or bdsm. Certain acts will require more trust than others, but as he grows to trust you, he will be more open about exploring new things.

Boba is also willing to try anything (at least twice).

There is very little that is off limits to him, but if something is a hard no for him, he will let you know immediately.

As far as approaching you about it, he will usually try to ask you before any sex has begun. Especially with more, err, intense acts, he doesn’t want to get lost in the "heat of the moment" (or whatever people call it) and then you regret it afterwards.

Given how his childhood was after Jango passed, he is very big on consent and wanting to be sure you are fully aware of your decision. He doesn’t want you to feel like that you were manipulated into getting what he wants.

Boba’s pleasure feeds off your own pleasure. If you’re not enjoying yourself, he is not enjoying himself. So, consent and your comfortableness are big things for him.

And because he is so comfortable with sex, he isn’t going to make a big deal out of initially asking you. It will be brought up very casually at first, just so he can gauge where you stand with it. If you’re interested and a deeper conversation needs to be had about logistics and such, like a safe word, he will wait until you two are alone and are not distracted by anything else.

To let you know he’s in the mood, Boba will become more handsy with you. And I don’t mean flat out groping you. Overall, I don’t think Boba is into PDA, or any sort of unnecessary touching in public. He is not the type to hold your hand or hug you. He is more concerned that someone will perceive you as a target and use you as a way to get to him.

But when he is in the mood, he will become a bit more handsy, even in public. Just…not in the traditional way. He will keep a hand on your shoulder or pat your arm. He might stand closer to you than normal. Very subtle cues that the average person might not notice. But you will. You’ll feel it. You’ll feel him.

If you two have some privacy, like sitting at a table, he will become a bit more daring. He may run his hand up and down your thigh, stopping closer and closer to your center. Maybe even running his fingers along the waistband of your pants.

Boba is a patient man, and he can wait until whatever business is done before turning his full attention to you. It will take a lot, like A LOT, for him to jus stand up and abandon whatever it is that he is doing.

But he won't leave you hanging. He will tease you with some light touches until then. Maybe event throw in some dirty talk if the setting allows for it.

For example, if you’re sitting next to him on his throne, his hand resting on your thigh as he leans over so his breath fans against your ear.

“Will you let me fuck your throat tonight?”

“I want to you to ride me tonight. Will you do that, little one? I want to see you bouncing on my cock.”

#vee answers #anon #boba fett x reader #boba fett x gn!reader