#goddddd he’s so sexy though

[thelonelyempath]

M!Crush x F!Reader: Subtle (NSFW)

18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

THEME: Smut

WARNING(s): Vibrator, Public Play, Public Orgasm, Rough Sex, PiV Sex, Unprotected Sex, Cum, Squirting, Post Orgasm Torture

This was a request, but I somehow lost the ask. So whoever's anon this was, here ya go!

It felt like roses. Too bad you couldn't react, though. Not outwardly, at least. On the inside, you were in heaven. You and C/N were hanging out with a few of C/N's friends, so he of course took this as an opportunity to play with those vibrating panties he bought you.

"You good, Y/N?" Josh asked, noticing how "away" you were. "Y/N?"

"Huh?" you gasped, frantically trying to make it look like everything was normal and nothing at all was out of the ordinary.

"Yeah, babe." C/N chimed in, smirking ever so slightly. "You good?"

"Oh...yeah. I'm fine. I'm just- mmm- just tired." you lied.

You shot your boyfriend a piercing glare, to which his smirk grew more sinful.

"See, babe." he said, very subtly pressing a button on the remote in his pocket to increase the intensity. "This is what happens when you stay up until 3AM watching TikToks."

You were trying your damndest. You almost couldn't handle it. God, what would Josh and Eric think if you had an orgasm right here in front of them? They'd think you were insane and would never want to associate with you again. You looked at C/N, silently begging him with your eyes to turn down the intensity. He was just being mean at this point.

A few more hours passed. These hours were filled with talking, laughing, video games, and your boyfriend randomly stopping and starting the vibrator. How the hell could his friends not hear it buzzing around down there? Perhaps their gamer rage was too loud for them to notice. Either way, you couldn't take it anymore. You needed to either get off now, or get home so C/N could fuck your brains out. Feigning illness was cliche, but you needed an out.

"Babe, I don't feel good." you whined, leaning against the wall, trying so hard to not climax.

C/N looked at you with a raised eyebrow. He knew exactly what you were trying to do and how close you were.

"Aw, do you need me to take you home, love?" he played along with your fake affliction, turning off the vibrator.

"I think so."

He walked over to you and pressed the back of his hand to your forehead to "check your temperature".

"You're a little warm." he said. "We're gonna head out, guys. Y/N's not feeling well."

They said their goodbyes and whatnot before C/N took you by the hand and walked you out to the car. To make it look more believable, you pretended to be fatigued by grabbing onto his arm and leaning on him. Immediately after getting in the car, the facade was dropped.

"Couldn't handle it, huh?" he teased you, turning the car on.

"I didn't want to cum in front of your friends!" you quipped back.

"They were so deep in Warzone, babe. They wouldn't have noticed if you squirted right on Eric's bed."

"Ew."

"Oh don't act like you didn't like it, love. You were so close to cumming so many times that I could practically feel your legs shaking."

Your face went beet red. C/N, with his eyes focused on the road, noticed this and laughed.

"You're so cute when I get you all worked up." he grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it.

He turned the vibrator back on, keeping it on for the duration of the drive home. Once again, roses. It was just the two of you in the car, so you didn't have to hide it anymore.

"Ohhh..." you breathed in pleasure. "goddddd..."

Driving over all those speed bumps was only increasing the pleasure. With his arm outstretched and his hand on the wheel, you couldn't help but notice his muscles. Those sexy fucking muscles. You wished they were holding you against the wall or down on the bed right now.

"Yeah you think it feels good now, babe." C/N said pompously. "I can't wait to hear you scream my name when we get home."

God, even hearing him talk was getting you closer to the edge. His voice was so smooth, so saucy. If butter could speak, it would have his voice.

"Fuck..." you panted.

Another speed bump. This one made your legs quiver.

"You want to cum so bad, baby." C/N observed in a low-toned voice. "I can see it."

"Then fucking let me cum!" you snapped.

"Whoa!" he snapped back at you, pulling into the driveway. "You better watch the attitude or I'm gonna edge you into next week, you little brat."

You rolled your eyes, but you secretly loved when he was dominant like this. You were so goddamn close. You were barely hanging on by a thread. And he was enjoying every second of the torture he was inflicting on you.

"You want to cum? Fine." he said. "But as soon as we get inside, princess, you better cancel everything you've got going on tomorrow because you won't be able to walk."

Finally, you broke. His words produced an intense, powerful orgasm. You whimpered as your legs shook and your eyes rolled back into your head. After a little bit of aftershock, C/N turned off the vibrator, allowing you to breathe for a second.

"You have no idea what you just did, pretty girl." he smirked.

After you both got inside and he led you by the hand to the bedroom, you felt his energy shift. Dom mode was activated. His lips violently attacked yours and he couldn't keep his hands off of your body. You moaned into his mouth as your hands ran through his hair.

"Oh, baby." he breathed. "I'm about to fuck you so good you can't see straight. Strip."

You did as you were told and undressed. He was eager. Eager enough to unhook your bra with his teeth. Once you were completely naked, he pushed you down onto the bed and got on top of you, attacking your neck with his mouth. He left dark hickeys all over your neck as his hands played with your breasts. He was not gentle at all, slapping them around and squeezing them hard enough to leave marks around your nipples. You loved it, especially when he took them in his mouth. His teeth scraping against your nipples felt incredible. It hurt, but in the best way. You couldn't help but moan here and there as his mouth assaulted you.

"I can't believe you're all mine." he said, his hot breath on your skin giving you goosebumps. "My own sexy little fucktoy."

He slid his boxers off and you watched his erection spring free. He was practically throbbing, he was so hard.

"Ride me, princess." he commanded, positioning himself to where you could do so. "Reverse cowgirl."

He wasn't on his back. He was sitting up, leaning his back against the headboard. You got yourself to where you could lower yourself down onto his cock with your back turned to him. Upon feeling him enter you, you moaned again for him. His dick was magical. When you first started having sex with him, you expected to have to fake one or two orgasms every now and then, but your boyfriend had never failed to make you cum.

"That's it, babygirl. Let me stare at your ass while I fuck you."

He had his hands on your hips, rapidly maneuvering them back and forth. As he did so, you started to bounce. It felt amazing. He gave your ass a few sharp smacks, which only added to the pleasure.

"Ohhhh fuuuuck!" you moaned. "C/N!"

"That's right, kitten." he said between his own moans. "You belong to C/N and C/N only. No one else can make your pussy feel this good."

He was right. He wasn't your first, but holy hell, nobody else was able to make you feel the way he made you feel. The day he stopped being able to make you cum would be the day the world stopped turning. With each and every thrust of his cock inside you, you felt all of the negative energy leave you.

"Lean back for me, baby."

You leaned back against his chest, allowing him to thrust upward into you. His cock was brushing your g-spot, which made your eyes roll back. It was ecstasy.

"Your pussy's so fucking wet." he said through clenched teeth. "Feels so good on my cock."

He used his hand to rub circles on your clit, which made you whimper. Everything just felt so fucking good. The combination of his dick pounding into you, your g-spot being touched, and him fingering your clit was beyond belief.

"Yeah," he grunted. "feels good, doesn't it, baby?"

"Mmmm yes!" you could hardly contain yourself.

You never wanted it to end. You were in heaven right now. Your toes curled as you knew you were starting to get close to your high. If he had been fucking you any harder, you would have already come all over his cock.

"Oh god fuck!" you wailed as your body shook.

"Cumming already, princess?" your boyfriend teased, his husky groans and grunts getting deeper and more primal. "Cum for me. Cum for me, baby. Cum all over me."

And just like that, you were screaming. You swear to god you went deaf for a second as you came undone, your juices gushing and spraying everywhere. Your body was so tense. But C/N wasn't done yet. He wasn't gonna stop until he was finished. He continued to pound into you, giving you some painful aftershock. It hurt, but it felt amazing. You couldn't stop twitching, which was making it so much better for him. After a few more big thrusts, his cock started to twitch inside you, signaling to you that he was about there.

"Fuck, baby." he gasped. "Oh fuck...I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna fucking cum, baby!"

Then he let go with a series of deep grunts. You felt his hot liquid shoot into you as he pulsated inside you. After you both took a second to catch your breath and come down, you rolled to his side as he pulled out, his milky cum leaking out of your hole.

"Holy fuck, babe!" he smiled, his face flushed and his eyes glazed over. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did."

"It was amazing, baby." you responded, giving him a sweet kiss on the lips.

"I've never loved anyone as much as I love you, Y/N. You drive me fucking insane with how incredible you are."

You blushed as he kissed your cheek, pulling you into him to cuddle. With your head on his chest and his arms wrapped around you, you wanted to stay like this forever. Everything was perfect.

#crush x reader #crush imagine #m!crush x f!reader #boyfriend x reader #boyfriend imagine

[grippingbeskar]

salt, ice and fire | frank castle

chapter twenty five - witness statement

frank castle x fem!reader

warnings: canon typical violence, swearing, mentions of death, torture all that fun stuff, tiny mention of franks family stuff and a small illusion to sexy times.

a/n: oh my goddddd this series is simultaneously the best and worst thing happening to me. this chapter was originally so short, but i added heaps to the end and now that extra part i wrote in like 20 minutes is one of my favourites. as always i love you bitches so much. i think there’s only one chapter left. maybe an epilogue because i don’t want to blue ball you all. i can’t. this note is already too long and i’ve made you wait long enough. bye bye for now!

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You know what a bad week is like.

Looking at your life in terms of numbers, something you used to try and do the first time you were locked up, you’ve had your fair share of them. It helped you count the days, keep track of how much time had passed. You’d look at it in weeks, seven days each— evaluating them, adding another scratch on the wall to keep count. A bad week would be lots of time drugged up, covered in blood, doing things you don’t think you can stomach to remember, and then passing out from exhaustion.

A good week to you used to be being left alone. Sleeping, getting food in a bowl and not slid across the floor. A warm day, one where you weren’t shivering to the point of pain. These past few weeks, though— they made you think that nearly every single week before this had been bad, because nothing could compare to this.

You could wake up whenever you wanted, a safety net of Frank Castle wrapped over and between you. You know he wakes up early, but he waits for you. Just sits there, holding you tight, waiting until whatever hour your eyes flutter open, just so you don’t have to wake up alone. When you finally regain consciousness out of the deepest sleeps of your life, you feel the warmth of the sun on your face. It streams in through the window, washing the room in a dull orange glow, and when you roll over it paints him in it too.

You allow yourself the freedom to indulge every instinct. He does, too. You spend hours there— wrapped in sheets, sometimes slow and searching, other times hard and rough, feeding parts of each other no one else seems to satisfy. He’s practically got you on lock, able to keep you on the edge for what feels like an eternity if he wants, but he always yields in the end. You learn him too, never looking away shyly, making sure he knows just how badly you want to look. You’d probably never leave that bed if you didn’t have to; happy to starve and fade away in his strong arms, the pleasure flooding your body far too tempting to be broken up by things as simple as food or water.

Eventually you get up, and you don’t care about the time. He cooks, and you watch. You try a few times, fucking up so many eggs that he has to go and buy more after one day. You settle on cleaning up if he makes sure the food is edible, and it’s sort of incredible how good he is at it. The smell of bacon quickly becomes a favourite, shaking off that final lull of sleep and post-sex haze.

You call your brother. A different phone every day, but you can hear his voice. He’s happy, safe, and making friends with the kids he’s staying with. You learn the mothers name— the one who was tortured by the Colonel— is Corinne. She talks to you, too. She is everything Sam needs, and tells you how well he’s doing. How much she cares for him, and how she owes you her children’s lives. Her husbands life.

You talk to the Doctor— who also has a name, Zaed. He is kind, and speaks softer than his wife. He tells you he will never be able to repay you and Frank for his life— but he already is. Keeping your brother safe is all you wanted, and he’s doing it.

Sam speaks broken Russian into the phone, with a horrible accent, but he’s learning. He sounds so happy there— a careless happiness you’d never be able to offer him if he was with you. He has to start school, and says he’s nervous, but he’s in the same grade as his best friend, Corinne and Zaed’s kid, Nikolai. You remember his face, how you thought for just a second that he was your brother when you and Frank broke into the sewerage system.

“They said the bus comes to my house and then drops me home! And, on Friday’s they serve pizza!” He told you, and you laugh at how he goes on to recite the rest of the school menu. You haven’t spoken to him since yesterday—his first day, but Corinne said he was so excited that when he came home he immediately fell asleep on the couch.

You can’t go out a whole lot, still playing it safe, but there’s no where you’d rather be. You and Frank spend your days like you had since you met each other— together. Even things you shouldn’t enjoy, like washing dishes or cleaning out the fridge that hadn’t been opened in three months feel good with him. You learn that he reads a lot, admittedly very slowly. You don’t understand how he can spend so much time in one book, absorbing every word and sentence like a sponge. You read how you watch movies— quickly, all at once, needing to know the ending right away.

You want to never leave this place. It seems he has that effect on you. Cementing you to wherever he is, just by hanging around. The trial sneaks up on you, and all the time in the world wouldn’t prepare you for it, but it comes anyways. Frank calls Matt the morning of, making sure everything is squared away. You talk to him too, spending three hours on speaker with him, planning for every possible defence and going over your statements to make sure he has everything he needs. The first few days are boring— long speeches against and for the states defense, along with a multitude of images from crime scenes. On about the fourth day, Matthew calls again, letting you know he’s presenting your evidence next.

Frank watches you like a hawk when it comes to the day, waiting for you to show some kind of sign to what your feeling, but you just sit in front of the TV, head in his lap, waiting for his face to pop up on the screen.

“The trial of the infamous crime boss Robert Gnucci is just minutes away from commencing its fifth and final day, and reports say the State have finalised their investigation and are ready to proceed. The lesser known firm Nelson & Murdock will also be providing statements today, representing an anonymous witness who corroborates the Gnucci’s ties to a multitude of assassinations, assaults, drug rings and extortion around the country. If so, this trial could be the end to New Yorks latest string of organised crime.” The presenter recites, and you close your eyes, focusing on the way Franks hand threads lightly through your hair. “We are now going live to the trial of the century, where lead FBI agent Dinah Madani’s representative Matthew Murdock will present the case against.”

“We don’t have to watch it.” Frank says, his hand still moving through your hair.

“Yeah, we do.”

“Why? Results will be the same at the end. Besides, the jury can take hours. Days.” You turn on your back, looking straight up at him.

“But this is the one that matters, right? This is my stuff— the things I said. I want to hear what the judge says. What… what people say about it.”

“About you.” He reads your mind, and you roll your eyes. “Fuck what they think.”

“Didn’t you care? When all this was happening to you— you didn’t care what people said about you?” He sighs, tugging on your shirt making you sit up. When you shuffle enough, he hooks his arms under you and pulls you into his lap, letting your head rest against his chest.

“This was different for me. I did what I did because I wanted to. I needed to… I needed them dead. It was a choice I made, and at the time nothing else mattered but killing them.” You keep looking at the TV, where Dinah is sitting on the stand, being sworn in. “I knew what people said, the shit they called me. I even read about myself— they put my face in all the papers. I couldn’t avoid it.”

“That didn’t eat at you?”

“I wasn’t in my head. Maybe if it was now, it might of stayed with me. But no, I didn’t give a fuck what people thought.” You nod, burying yourself closer to him. “You shouldn’t either. People will say all kinds of shit for the next few months, but it blows over. It always does. They’ll get some new Avenger, or another gang, and people won’t remember what they were so worried about. People don’t even recognise me anymore.”

“I know you’re right.” You turn your head straight to watch the TV again. “Still. I want to watch.”

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It goes for hours. Frank listens to Murdock talk for hours on end, so much that he thinks his ears will bleed next time he picks up the phone. There’s case after case, body and body. It’s almost never ending, but you watch the whole thing. Franks not sure if you even blink.

He expects some kind of reaction, seeing the photos of bodies and hearing what Bobby’s lawyers were saying about you. About what you did. Their whole angle was that you acted alone, and that you did what you did because you wanted to. Out of loyalty. It made him even more convinced he should of just killed him where he stood.

Then it’s Murdocks turn, and when it hits 2pm he’s still talking. Frank gets up and leaves you on the couch, figuring it’s been hours since you’d eaten something. He also isn’t sure he could sit and listen to anyone else talk about you like they know you. At least Murdock seemed like he was winning something.

“Frank! It’s over.” You call from the couch, and Frank abandons whatever he was about to make. “They said the jury’s going to decide.”

“Might be days from now. Come eat something.” He encourages.

When you finally drag yourself off the couch and come over to the table, Frank shoves a sandwich in your direction before answering the buzzing phone on the table.

“Yeah?” Your head perks up, eyes wide with hope when he hands the phone to you. “Corinne.”

He watches you talk, pacing up and down the small expanse of the kitchen. You ask about Sam, who’s at school, and he hears something about a soccer team he wants to join. You nearly cry, but hide it well in your voice. Corinne must start asking about the trial because you tell her you’ve been watching all day, but you haven’t heard anything. You look up at him when the call ends, and he can tell it’s not just today that hangs heavy on your shoulders.

“He okay?” Frank asks when you chuck the phone on the counter and run your hands through your hair.

“Amazing. apparently. Wants to play soccer.” You laugh dryly. “I’m such an asshole. I should be happy he’s happy, but all I can think of is how in a months time I’ll rip him away from whatever life he’s made up there.”

“He wants to be with you— where you are. He’ll be okay.”

“No. He… he wants to see me, but he doesn’t want to come back here.” Frank leans forward, dipping his head to look at you.

“He said that?”

“It’s more what he isn’t saying. He wants me to— us to come visit.” You sigh, and shake your head. “I’m not… I’m not his mother. I can’t take him away from that, from that safety net. He’s in school— making friends. He has a life there. A good one, one I didn’t think he’d get a shot at. And the longer I leave him there, the worse it will be when I take him away.”

“Kids are resilient.” Frank offers, and your shoulders slump.

“I don’t want him to have to be. He’s been through enough. I was worried he’d be all kinds of fucked up but he sounds so…happy. Would I really be doing the right thing if I took him back?” Frank has no idea what you’re trying to tell him, and the last thing he would do is tell you what to do with your own brother. Hell, he even likes the kid. “Corinne said… she said that she’d look after him.”

“What?” Frank moves around the table, reaching out for your hand.

“I don’t know how to raise a kid. I don’t even know if I can; but I know I want him to be happy. And safe. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. You know that’s all I wanted for him, right?”

“Of course. I know, and you got him out. He is.” He tucks you to his chest, moving to stand between your legs and hold you closer.

“Yeah, he is. He’s happy and safe and playing fucking soccer—“ You choke on a sob, and Franks hands fist in your hair. Like if he tries, he could pull you so close and take it all away. Fix it for you. “I can’t fuck this up for him. I can’t. He can’t come back here.”

“Shh. Shh, you’re okay.” He holds your face, thumbs gently swiping away your tears. “You’re okay.”

“She said he could stay.” Your voice is so small, Frank feels his chest crack at the sound. “Am I selfish if I let him? I… I don’t know how— I’m not his mom. I’m not. I can’t be my mom—“

“Hey. Look at me.” Your eyes are rimmed with tears, but you look. “You are not selfish, and you aren’t his mom.”

“I should act like it though, shouldn’t I? It’s my fault that he—“

“No, it isn’t. I would hate for my kids to of taken that shit on if I wasn’t there for them. You got him out, and kept him safe. All that shit you did? It was worth it. It was fucking worth it. He’s out. And you were always going to figure something out for him, because you’re not selfish.” Your eyes were shut, still blinking out tears. “I’m not gonna lie and say I wouldn’t love to have the kid here. He makes you happy, and he grew on me a little.”

“Really?” You open your eyes, eyebrows knitted together.

“Course he did. But raisin’ a kid— that is a full time gig, and it’s not one you signed up for. My life isn’t one I’d wish on anyone, and especially not for a kid like him.” He feels the wet stain of your tears on his hands, and he bends down to kiss them away. “Baby if you gotta go to him, I understand. My life won’t get less complicated. Yours could.”

“It won’t.” You say, voice strained and feather soft. “And I don’t want it to. If my life being complicated means you’re still in it, I wouldn’t change a thing. I know what I am now. Who I am. And I know I’m not what he needs.”

“You’re family. Nothin’ changes that.” Nodding, your bright red eyes stare up at him, and Frank knows his heart still works, that it’s still beating in his chest but when you look at him like that he swears it isn’t there for a second. “Whatever you choose, I’m with you.”

“Mhmm.” You say, and Frank thinks you’ll keep talking but instead you just kiss him, shutting yourself up. Franks happy to give you the distraction, calming your breathing by taking control, hands cupping your face with a newfound strength, anchoring you both to each other.

He thinks he could spend an eternity here— your mouth was addictive. Constantly surprising him, he could never pick how you would kiss him back. Sometimes it was messy and desperate, teeth and tongue fighting each other, and you’d match him with a strength only you could push him back with. Other times, like now, it was something more. Way more than he deserved, and more than he thought he was capable of giving someone. Full of something golden— something that turned his blood red hot and surging through his veins.

He knew what it was, but up until a few weeks ago he didn’t have the balls to admit it. He knew it was love, probably way earlier than he should of, but all that mattered was he knew it now, and he’d chase it to the ends of the god damn world if he had to.

Your phone buzzed on the table, and you pulled away, tears now dry on your face. Frank looked at it, seeing it wasn’t Murdock calling, but the other guy he worked with.

“Why’s Foggy calling?” You looked up at Frank after grabbing the phone, and Franks stomach dropped.

You answered the phone, listening intently, never taking your eyes off him.

“What are you saying?” You said after a while, sliding out from in front of Frank to start pacing around the table. “What?!”

“What’s he saying?” Frank follows after you but you wave him off, still trying to listen to the rambling on the other end of the line. Even Frank can hear how much he’s talking, even if he can’t decipher a word of it.

“I… okay. Thanks. Tell— yeah. Okay.” Your voice is small, and Frank stops your pacing with his hands, holding your shoulders as he pulls the phone from your ear. Your eyes are wide, staring up at him, showing nothing of what you just heard.

“Tell me what happened.” Frank says into the phone, his voice trained and hard.

“They… Frank, they found him not guilty. Bobby is free.”

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“Stop stalling. Do your fucking job.” You hear Frank in the other room, probably yelling at Matt. You don’t have the heart or the energy to tell him to calm down, and you just try to tune it out to focus on your own phone call.

“You are still there?” Corinne says through the line, snapping your attention back to her.

“Yeah, sorry. What were you saying?” You try your best to keep your voice high, but she seems to read right through it.

“It’s okay. I didn’t know if I should call… I just wish there was something I could do for you.” You can tell why Sam likes her so much.

“Trust me, you are doing more than enough.” You shut the door as Frank starts to talk louder, wanting to distract yourself. “How is he?”

“He’s a little angel. I’m watching him right now, kicking around the ball in the backyard. Him and Nikolai never leave each others side.” If you close your eyes, you can nearly see it. “They’ve been good for each other. I didn’t think either of them would settle so quickly, given… well, you know. But, they seem to have bonded.”

“Hm.” She speaks with such warmth— an open heartedness that you think only comes with being a mother. “I’m glad.”

“You are welcome here anytime, you know. The police said you could come, if you needed to leave the city. We have had no problems, no questions— like nothing had ever happened.” Frank opens the door softly, poking his head in. “If you would feel safer here…”

“Thank you, Corinne. Really. I… I would love that, but I can’t leave Fr— here. I can’t leave everything like it is.” You think if you could see her, she would be giving you a knowing smile.

“Of course.”

“I thought about what you said.” Frank closes the door behind him, walking over to you and sliding his hands around your stomach. “About having Sam stay.”

“You don’t think about that right now. You have to sort out you— please. Don’t worry. He is safe, and happy. The future will come as it is meant to.” Franks head rests on your shoulder, warmth wrapping around you like a blanket. “I will call you later, yes? The boys are hungry and I am worried they’ll eat through my drywall if I don’t feed them.”

“I wouldn’t put it past them.” Laughing, you feel at least a small weight rise of your chest. “Thank you.”

“Take care of yourselves.” Before you can figure out how she knew Frank was listening, the phone goes dead.

“You done yelling at Matt?” You say, and Frank drags you onto the bed in one tug, the air leaving your lungs as he wraps you into him.

“No.” He grumbles behind your ear. “You alright?”

“No.” He doesn’t say anything, just holds you a little tighter. “Did Matt say—“

“Nothing. He said nothing. Nothing he can do about this.” You squeeze your eyes shut. “You should take her up on it.”

“What?”

“Go to Florida. See Sam.” You try to twist on his arms, but he doesn’t let you budge an inch. “Calm down. I’m not saying forever. But Murdock said—“

“You said he didn’t say anything.” He grumbles something again, words lost in the mess of your hair he’s buried himself in.

“Nothin’ useful. Said you wouldn’t be safe in New York, and if it was up to him, he’d get you out of here until he can appeal.”

“We talked about this. I want to be wherever you are. I can handle myself.”

“I know, baby. I know that. You don’t need a babysitter. Which is why you should go to Florida.”

This time, he lets you roll over, faces almost touching. His eyes are closed, and no matter how many times you’ve seen him this close you still find it just as intriguing. Like a marble statue, the urge to reach out and run your fingers over his skin is too tempting, brushing over the scars on his cheek.

“What will you do? Will you come with me?” He keeps his eyes closed, his jaw relaxing under your soft touches.

“Yeah. I’ll come when it’s done.” You furrow your eyebrows, and he opens his eyes like he senses it. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“When it’s done?” You know what he means. It’s exactly like him— to think he has to do this. To take this loss on his shoulders, to think that he needs to do it. To fix this. “Frank—“

“Stop.” He says softly, but his face is hard. “I never should of let this go. Should of finished it in Washington.”

“That wasn’t up to you, and it’s not now. Whatever you’re thinking of doing…”

“You know what I’m doing. I’m doing the one thing that we both know will end this. The one thing that I know works.” You swallow hard.

“You’re gonna kill him.” Frank doesn’t nod, but he watches your face for your reaction. “Why would I need to go to Florida?”

“You can’t be anywhere near here. If Madani finds out, and she will— you need an alibi that isn’t me.”

“You’ve actually thought this through.” He laughs dryly, then leans forward to kiss you quickly.

“Don’t look so surprised.” Frank’s hands run down your body, his eyes tracking, watching the way you shiver when his rough hands graze over skin. Finding your hips, he tugs you closer, and you swing your leg over his torso languidly. Hair falls in front of your face that he dutifully tucks behind your ears, thumb tracing your eyebrow. “Do this for me, and let me do this for you.”

Now he’s below you, your own hands drift to his shoulders. He holds your hips, thumbs rubbing circles onto places they’ve become so familiar with its nearly impossible to remember a time they didn’t belong to him. Like he’s etched himself there, shadows of his hands always waiting for him to come home.

“I’ll pack tomorrow.” You say, and he tugs you down, kissing you hungrily. You give— let him lead you like he does so well. You know what you’re residing to, what he’s going to do. It’s what he was doing before he found you, and what he’s probably going to do for the rest of his life.

He wants this, by the way he’s moving your hips and groaning into your mouth, the answer you gave him is the one he wants. It goes against what your logical mind is shouting at you— that he’s putting himself in danger for you, again. He groans again when your hands tug on his hair.

He wants this, you hear in your brain again. He wants this. He was who he was— you’d never change Frank, and you didn’t want to. He was a protector, a brick wall you’d put your shoulder out trying to break down. He was hard and stubborn, shattered and glued back together a million times over, and when he wanted something, he did everything he could to get it. He wanted this— to do this for you. Take care of you. It was a part of him that would probably get him killed, but it also happened to be a part you treasured with everything you had. The part that made you feel safe.

“Good girl.” He says lowly, voice vibrating through you. The words make you both smile, then he pulls you underneath him and you’re lost again, and nothing else matters.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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[transboysokka]

What Am I Doing With My Life:

Chris watches Twilight New Moon for the first time

Okay “”new moon”” this must be the werewolf one then

These violent delights have violent ends omg don’t ruin a good quote Bella

Girl where are you is this the handmaids tale

Anyway she’s looking good

Suddenly having a delayed reaction to the end of the last movie when Jacob is like “my dad paid me to tell you to break up with Edward” like lmao what was that

Daddy Charlie

Nice to see an evolution to their relationship though

Also thank GOD the terrible blue color grading seems better

Digital cameras lmao remember when

Do her friends just like avoid Edward lol

Anyway the real reason Edward won’t turn her yet is he wanted her to be legal first

Oh no “Jacob” and the pushing her hair behind the ear

Yikessss

Hey aren’t dreamcatchers Ojibwe in origin

Alice and Bella are crushing on each other

Wait what can jasper do does he have any discuss ability or

Not to ONLY be nitpicking but usually Romeo and Juliet is part of the grade 9 curriculum in most us states, not grade 12

Oh my goddddd is that good omens guy, I’d know that nose anywhere

Bella’s gonna hurt edward so bad isn’t she lol

Her wanting to be a vampire is already getting so annoying though

why is she having a midlife crisis about being 18 like come on

Damnnnn they can’t even control themselves if she gets a paper cut like RUN girl

Wait is Edward like… a Christian? Lol tragic and awkward

He’s like “u wouldn’t be sexy to me if u were a vampire”

Nice (not) to see the terrible music streak continues into this film too

That shitty truck is my favorite character in this

Why does Edward keep dressing Like That

Lmaoooooo “I love you forever” “we’re skipping town, see u”

Definitely just dissociated a minute and came back like “WHY am I watching this??”

She fell asleep in the woods and now everyone’s looking for her lmao

Okay one decent song so far across two movies

Why is she so in love with Alice

Why is she so pathetic

Charlie is just Done tm and like same

“It’s just not normal, this behavior” TELL IT CHARLIE

Jessica is so real

BELLA WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING

Keep talking to Alice soooooo gay

So was Jacob NOT a werewolf at the start of the first movie? Is that what these suddenly buff comments are about?

I’ve said it before but lautners voice is SO annoying and it’s just bc it’s my hometown accent lol

Another bad song

“What’s up with you and age?” Seriously

God this weird ass edgy act

Oof three way movie date with child Jacob and awkward ass school guy

Wow this guy must be puking for a long time

Wow Jake chill Jesus

Wtf did he like JUST become a werewolf

Why is it raining for drama and sexiness

What was with all the Romeo and Juliet in the beginning… there was like apparently no thematic reason for there to be that big of a push for it

Anyway yeah Jacob doesn’t believe in shirts anymore clearly

Is this whole franchise just a gay metaphor

What is he trying to get her to remember??

Lol “it’s a huge secret” *guy gets angry and wolfs out in front of bella*

But WHY do they all need to go around shirtless lmaoooo

And why did Jacob have to cut his hair about it

Such a gay metaphor oh my god

One more good song

Oooh a good song fading into a bad song

LISTEN I know they gotta pay rpats but these weird apparitions are so overdone

Yeah this wolf thing also sounds dangerous…. Like you change if you get angry??? RED FLAG!!! REDFLAG REDFLAGREDFLAGREDFLAG

Are any of the other movies gayer than this bc if so I gotta watch them when I was maybe planning not to

Bella’s super dumb

Oh her girlfriends back

Or is this a trick

Oh lolol

Why would she just give up Jacobs secret like that lmaooo

Fuck I gotta keep watching these movies just to see what keeps going on with Bella and Alice

Wtf why would Edward call them and wtf is going on why is he so dramaticcccc

The Romeo and Juliet tie ins are coming back I’ll give credit where it’s due. Wasn’t expecting anything to actually come of it lol

They won’t even let him die lmfao he went all the way to Italy for that??

So suddenly Alice can see everything the fuck??

But can she see why kids love Cinnamon Toast Crunch

EDWARD WHY are you so goddamn dramatic

Definitely would not have expected this aesthetic from a twilight movie. It’s very action thriller

BRUH they are so confused about each other

I liked this move so much better than the first one so far and I now realize that it’s because Bella and Edward were apart for most of it lolllll

Edward put your damn shirt back on

Wow such Vampiric Council vibe

Oh yeah right why CANT Edward read Bella’s thoughts did we ever talk about that

Wow damn van helsing blood????

Damn why does EVERYONE have to be so dramatic

Oh this old song and dance again Bella just BE a human damn

What if Edward and Jacob and Bella all just fell in love together huh what then, problem solved

idk man I’d be so bored if I had to live forever with the same partner lol

wow I can’t believe I’m a nearly 30 year old man who wants to know what happens next

Like is this shit GOOD no but now I Gotta Know

#text #twilight liveblog

[rotatemp3]

AGDHAJD THE PICTURE WITH THE TAILCOAT AHDBSJDNSJS HE LOOKS SO DISTINGUISHED the other look got me like 👌👀 and then that fucking gold embroidered tailcoat with slick backed hair has me 😍😭 like hello mr darcy sir but make him sexy and rude ahdhajd he looks like he'd be the most eligible bachelor at the soirée and every girl is tripping over themselves just for a chance to dance with him,,,sir I have no dowry to offer for marriage but I'd like a dance too 😭

HHHHHHH the sexy picture and the fancy pants picture next to each other is just like!!! the duality!!!!! he’s like the definition of duality!!! ALSO HHHHH him as mr darcy im just like losing my goddamn mind over here like where is this man going with his fancy outfit i need to find him and court him <3 changkyun’s outfit is like i need to be the sexiest man in this ballroom goddddd im still losing it lads is anyone else still not ok

#hhhhh #your message made me smile sooooo much #if you were at the dance i bet changkyun would ask you if you want to dance with him <3 #wow #you’re so lucky hhh #goddddd he’s so sexy though #im frothing at the mouth <3 #dany bear #mail 💌

[heartbeetz]

Not soft anymore now it's just gender time

#in a GOOD way #I am thinking extremely hard about my future and how even though I'm almost 20 I still have time to become myself #testosterone patches and top surgery WHEN!!!!! #I am impatient but I know I will get there eventually and that's what's making me Experience Things rn #goddddd I wanna be a middle-aged trans guy so bad y'all have no fucking clue #I will be so cool and sexy and unstoppable with my rad scars and epic dad bod and shitty facial hair... #this is barely a ship post at all but it kind of is a tiny bit #bc it started as me remembering that bill is (meta)canonically trans #I haven't talked about him much lately bc Michael Brainworms #but I promise that bill is still INCREDIBLY gender goals. especially bnt3-era bill. I am NOT afraid to say it. live your truth ♡ #he is literally Just Some Dude and it rules. I will be that one day I swear to god #roz posts

[catgriller]

My post before this was about Obi Wan being gay (which is still true) ((he’s my little gay sexy dilf man)) but I wanted to talk about his problem with villains.

(I can only name a few because I’m not really smart and forget people but I’ll possibly add more sooner or later)

Okay first of all, he sees a villian? “Oh yeah let me flirt with them becuase I definitely DONT want them to have a crush on me!!!” Like bro 😐 I know what you’re doing………. Him and Ventress quite literally have a problem with flirting in front of people (do they get off to it??? Or is this their coping mechanism because they don’t want to show the other that they are really really depressed)

MAUL. OH MY GODDDDD MUAL AND OBI WAN HAVE A GAY RIVALRYYYYYYYY *BANGS PANS TOGETHER*

“Ohhhhhhh I’m so evil let me think about how much I HATE obi wan!! Yessss that’s somehow keeping me alive with these spider robot legs..” like cmon man. There’s some homosexuality in that. Thinking about your ENEMY to keep you alive 24/7??? AND ITS WORKING???

That mandolorian guy. That’s it.

YEAH IM GOING TO TALK ABOUT HIM. (Even though I forogt his name) ALL THEY DO IS FIGHT BUT GUESS WHAAAAT?? IM MAKING IT HOMOSEXUALLL!!! WHY???? BECUASE YOU CANT SPELL OBI WAN KENOBI WITHOUT THE “BI”!!! Yeah defend your ex while fighting ME because I’m soooo evil and definitely dont have a big fat juicy Crush on you- yeah sHUT UP BRUV I SEE YOU

……………………. General Grievous….

Hey don’t look at my like that! Robots can be gay too! It’s Star Wars! Vader was gay and he was HALF ROBOT so. Idk man.. they fight but GG literally always thought of Kenobi (don’t tell me im lying) ALSO in a deleted scene they were supposed to lovingly roll on the ground just like anidala did 🥰🥰 (not at all trying to murder eachother……)

Okay *taps mic* Vader….. NO PLEASE DONT LEAVE. IM SERIOUS.

“Let me look after his son on this dreadful planet even though I could’ve gone somewhere else and call his past self the best and call his alter ego the worstttt” they had something happening there… I just don’t know what……… the fight- ugh. I feel like Vader wasn’t even going to KILL Ben, maybe chop off a leg or two and then put him in a tank which. Anakin move. Yeah put your arch nemesis in a tank and keep him forever while laughing in his face as he feels what you’ve been feeling for 40+ years!!! Now he feels bad because Ben just DISAPPEARED LIKE WHAAAAT??? WHERE DID MY LOTTLE GAY CRUSH GOOOO???

Jango.

And Obi Wan fight.

Gay.

Do you want me to EXPLAIN what was happening between them????? They literally fought in the rain and did a dance fight! Even Boba was watching and was like “these damn fruits 😒😒” they def explored each others bodies once in a blue moon. Boba probably thinks Obi Wan is his dad now because he keeps visiting Jango… ilykyk…

Obi Wan can just get ANYONE at this point. He can get me fr. He can get you. He can get your guardians. He can get- at this point he’s just running at people full speed and making them either hate him so much they fall in love or love him so much they fall in love.

This man needs to be in jail because he’s everyone’s problem 😐

#catgriller confused #obi wan kenobi #sw obi wan kenobi #tcw obi wan #star wars #ventrobi #obimual #obi wan x maul #obikin #obigrievous #vaderwan #jangobi

[fullbushfemme]

okay i just finished soa for the first time so here are my thoughts:

jax is overrated. i just don’t understand the appeal

juice has never done anything wrong in his life. ever.

tig had the best character arc. i was disgusted by him in the first season and now i love and adore him. i wouldn’t have thought that he would be the member of the club that is openly emotional and introspective while also validating a woman’s feelings.

i love tig and venus. i despise the casting choice for venus. trans women exist, they act, cast them.

the women in the show are written horribly. you’re either a mother or a whore, and sometimes you’re both. but once you’re seen as a whore, you won’t be seen as a good mother again. while the men reflect on morality, good vs evil, the human experience, the women are relegated to only thinking about the men.

the plot line in the last season with abel makes absolutely no sense if you know anything about children. yes, abel very well could have acted out of there was turmoil at home. but the writers made abel far more cognitively advanced than a five year old would be. abel would’ve never hurt himself to set gemma up. he wouldn’t have understood all that was going on around him like the writers needed him to in order to propel the plot.

chibs getting more and more callous while also getting more and more sexy. chefs kiss.

lyla and jax could’ve made a good couple.

i don’t recall hearing anything about diosa in mayans even though the mayans bought out nero’s share at the end of soa? i may be wrong but that feels weird

why is jax always wearing perfect white shoes and a perfect white shirt. this man kills left and right. feels like he would’ve gone for darker colors lol.

wendy and nero would make a good couple

nero is the perfect man

kinda lame that the only queer characters are stahl, who murders her partner, and wendy, who only mentions she’s queer and we never see her partner

the belfast saga was so drawn out oh my goddddd

chucky deserves the whole world

it was odd watching mayans first and seeing potter as such a central character, only for him to appear in less than one season in soa

i got really hung up on some of the effects in the show. like bobby’s eye…it wouldn’t have looked like that after being removed from his head with a grapefruit spoon.

opie was such a great guy. he deserved so much better.

i know he’s a toddler and it’s a low blow to critique a toddler’s acting ability…but it was hard to watch his scenes IM SORRY

the emotional incest between gemma and jax was SO UNCOMFORTABLE??? OH MY GOD??

also, while gemma may be hot and smart, she makes me incredibly angry. which SUCKS bc i wanted so badly to simp for her

i wish they hadn’t had jax actually hit the semi and bleed out at the end. i wish the screen would’ve faded to the sons emblem after he put his arms out. it would’ve felt more poetic.

i know everything is supposed to be tied up with a bow at the end, but you just know the club is going to be Heavily investigated

i will never be over juice’s story and his death (and expect me to rewrite his ending to give him a wife and kids. i’m saving that man)

in my head tig and venus got married and invited venus’s son to live with them.

idk i may have more later i need time to process

#sons of anarchy #soa #jax teller #chibs telford #juice ortiz #tig trager #opie winston #gemma teller #nero padilla

[lazywonderlvnd]

Imagine Harry learning to play the guitar after the war and Draco finds out when they start dating and is obv a slut for it. Anyway what I'm here to beg for is sexy-guitar-player-Harry smut please and thank

first of all nonners I’m so sorry this took me lit rally 59 years to answer!!!! when I saw it in my inbox last week I was abt to answer n be like yes. this. And then realized it needed to be written and got sidetracked w the first himbo harry installment but here it is now and let me just SAY this trope is my new FAVORITE thing in the world oh my goddddd when I tell u the way I’ve been yelling to glows and cielia abt it 👁👄👁

highly recommend listening to wonderwall when it comes up to Complete the Experience. hope u enjoy ❤️

“I’m sorry, he what?”

“Yeah, he’s really good,” said Weasley. He nodded towards the acoustic guitar hanging on the wall; Draco had taken notice of it the first time he’d seen Harry’s flat but never paid it much mind after that, taking it for decoration, or perhaps an unused gift. “He’ll play if you ask him. He doesn’t like showing off.”

“Which is silly,” Granger said, rolling her eyes. “I’ve told him, just because he’s good at it doesn’t make it showing off. I wish he’d play for people more often.”

“He has literally never mentioned this to me.” He felt utterly stunned and completely cheated. He tried to picture it and couldn’t. “How long’s he been playing?”

“Picked it up after the war. It was kind of funny, actually  --” Weasley started saying, but Harry came back into the room -- still pulling his shirt on -- and he broke off, giving Draco a significant look that told him to bring it up.

“Harry,” said Draco imperiously, to which he received two raised eyebrows as Harry fell into his favourite armchair and pushed a hand through his still-damp curls. Draco matched his expression and glanced at the guitar. Harry followed his gaze, looking genuinely confused.

“What, what is it?”

“When were you going to tell me you play?”

“What, guitar?”

“Yes, guitar.”

He shrugged and grabbed for one of the beers on the table, wandlessly magicking the cap off. “I dunno. When it came up, I guess.”

“The way your friends tell it you’re quite good.”

Harry gave Weasley and then Granger a sour look; both of them gave it right back to him, which was, admittedly, amusing.

“I can play all right,” he said vaguely, and took a swig of his drink. It did make some sort of sense, now Draco thought about it -- the tips of Harry’s fingers were far, far too calloused to have been just from casual Quidditch and Auror training. 

“You know, Harry, it actually comes off as more pretentious when you act like this,” said Granger. Weasley snorted. Harry glared at her. “Just play for him, won’t you? And us too -- it’s been ages.”

“Yeah, what’s that Muggle song you play sometimes that I like?” said Weasley.

“I dunno, I’ve played a lot of Muggle songs.”

“He means Wonderwall, Harry,” said Granger, grinning. Harry finally smiled too, and although their little Muggle joke was lost on Weasley and himself he was glad to see that it had apparently been the prodding Harry needed to give in. He set his beer back down and went to get the guitar; something about the way he threw the thin and fraying strap over his head, the way his hands went effortlessly to their places, was unexpectedly attractive. The left one curled easily around the neck of the instrument, heavily-roughened fingers finding their odd positions on the strings, something Draco had always thought looked very painful.

He plucked a few chords and then began fiddling with the knobs at the head of the guitar, tuning it in what was clearly the Muggle fashion, which against his will left Draco completely fascinated. Having no musical inclination himself, he could make nothing of the process except that Harry apparently heard the discordant notes in there well enough to be able to fix them, and finally when he brought his thumb down across all six strings it sounded as sweet and clear as if it had been done by magic.

“Course he likes Wonderwall,” Harry said to Granger even as he began playing, fingers shifting and moving and contorting to create the notes while he strummed softly, effortlessly, and the music crawled over Draco’s skin and inside of him. “I remember Dudley listening to it, like, what … summer before sixth year? On the radio constantly.”

“Sounds about right,” said Granger. 

 Draco had stopped paying attention to what they were saying, though. Either because the music itself had something haunting about its melody or because it was Harry playing it, or perhaps a combination of both, Draco felt a pit of emotion form in his chest to round off the edges of his growing arousal.

And then he started singing, and Draco swallowed very hard. Granger dropped a head onto Weasley’s shoulder and watched with a tender expression, Weasley similarly enamored. Harry had his eyes on his hands for the most part, closing them a few times throughout, looking as comfortable now as he did on a broomstick.

Only three months of official dating had not prepared Draco for the flood of emotions he now felt, yet the most pressing matter had become the semi trapped uncomfortably in his trousers. He wanted those talented fingers in his mouth, to feel the callouses on his tongue and taste Harry on them; he wanted to feel them on the sensitive skin of his inner thighs and hip bones, to have them buried so deeply in his arse that he forgot where he ended and Harry began. 

Of course, he had to keep this to himself for the next hour, until he was able to get Granger and Weasley out of the flat. And once he did, he didn’t bother dragging Harry to his bedroom -- Draco pushed him up against the front door that had just closed behind his friends and hauled him into a kiss that he felt Harry grinning into.

“I thought you seemed tetchy,” he muttered, hands dropping to Draco’s hips. “Oasis really does it for you, huh?”

“What the hell is oasis?”

“The band who does the song.”

“Yeah, I don’t think it’s the band who does it for me.” He kissed Harry again, maybe a little too hungrily, and dug a fist into his side when he started laughing. “Shut up, why the hell didn’t you ever tell me you played?”

Harry pulled his head back, looking at Draco with an arched brow and an infuriating smirk. 

“What do you mean, ever? We’ve only been together three months, it didn’t come up.”

“God,” Draco muttered, and now he reached down and pressed his palm against Harry’s cock, pleased to feel how hard he was in spite of his ruthless teasing. “You’re so annoying.”

“Well if I’d known how randy it would make you I might’ve played for you a long time ago.”

Having had quite enough of Harry’s particularly sarcastic brand of wit, he ignored this last and reached for one of his hands, removing it from his own hip and bringing it to his lips. It was extremely satisfying to watch the smirk disappear from Harry’s face when he sucked one of his fingers into his mouth. 

“Bit fetish-y, isn’t this?” Harry said breathily, eyes wide as he watched, looking half amused and half awed. In retaliation, Draco took another finger into his mouth and slid his tongue between them, tasting soap and salt, feeling the callouses on the tips of his fingers and letting that sensation grip his insides like an iron fist. “Jesus Christ,” Harry groaned; his free hand went to Draco’s jaw, holding him steady, and with a truly outstanding audacity began fucking Draco’s mouth with his fingers.

They dipped bluntly past his uvula, scraping the back of his throat so he gagged around their intrusion. Saliva built with an excessive speed that had it drooling out of the corners of his lips and coating Harry’s knuckles. Draco closed his eyes and let it happen, opening his throat against the relentless assault and curling his hands in Harry’s shirt just to steady himself. 

They were gone too soon and Harry’s mouth replaced them, much gentler but still with a tangible sense of urgency about it.

When he broke away, he said against Draco’s lips, “Like my fingers, do you?”

Draco merely nodded, feeling their wetness against his cheek. 

“Then turn around,” said Harry, “and I’ll fuck you with them.”

Draco let out a soft, embarrassing whimper and let Harry spin them around and press him against the door, cheek-first. He undid his flies himself and Harry tugged them down his legs and off his feet, allowing Draco to spread them slightly. Harry’s fingers were there immediately, sliding slick between his cheeks and over his hole. The memory of Harry’s hands on the guitar was still so fresh, his fingers changing chords effortlessly, sacrificing them to blisters and callouses and roughened skin for the music they created, and Draco closed his eyes against a fresh wave of arousal and another pang of emotion.

“You really are incredible,” said Draco, biting back a moan as two of those dexterous fingers slipped inside of him. Harry fucked him with them slowly, carefully, seeking out his prostate and angling for it each time once he’d found it. Draco turned his face to press his forehead against the door, eyes still closed, nails scraping wood. “And I like that song.”

“It’s a good one,” Harry agreed. His hot breath caressed the back of Draco’s neck, fingers pumping, his other hand back at Draco’s waist. “I have a million more I’d love to show you.”

Draco didn’t bother trying to find his voice again: instead he pushed back against Harry’s driving fingers, everything that wasn’t the relentless stabbing against his prostate driven from his mind. His neglected cock slapped against the door with every thrust, the red and irritated head dripping pre-come against the wood. Only half conscious of the decision to do so, he wrapped his hand around it and pulled and squeezed and zeroed in on the bursts of pleasure radiating outwards from inside his body until it all spilled over and he came in great pulses, gasping for breath while Harry kept at it. 

The fingers slowed as he reached his peak and began coming down but they didn’t stop, nor was his prostate given much of a break. Harry reinforced his grip on Draco’s waist and kept pumping, a steadier rhythm that nevertheless rubbed and prodded at that little bundle, making his nerves tingle and fizzle and scream out their overstimulation.

“Harry,” he said weakly, knees buckling. “Please …”

It could have been comical the way Harry followed his movement as he slid down the door to the ground, except it wasn’t. It was infuriating, actually, and felt at once like more than he could possibly handle and exactly what he needed. His forehead and his hands went back to the wood, bracing himself as Harry, kneeling behind him, continued fucking his beautiful, merciless fingers and stimulating Draco’s overworked prostate. 

He pushed a third one in alongside the other two and Draco was shocked to feel a hot tear leak out of the corner of his eye. Harry crooked them expertly, with all the confidence and surety of someone who had done this a million times, could do it in their sleep, as if it was not the guitar strings but Draco’s body he was strumming now, an instrument fine-tuned to his own particular cadence and rhythm, which he and no one else could play quite right.

Lips parted, hot breath echoing off the door and back into his face, Draco allowed himself to be taken apart with the same ferocious intensity he’d seen Harry use on the guitar. Each stroke brought him back to full hardness, each stab against his prostate made his nerves sing a tormented chorus, drowning out the pain of the wooden floor against his bare knees. 

“Shit,” Draco choked out, “I’m gonna come again …”

“Well that’s the idea,” said Harry. His voice was full of that same witty and well-meaning sarcasm Draco liked so much, even when it made him feel like punching him. Snatches of the song came back to him, Harry’s voice when he sang it, the expert shifting of his fingers where they pressed and plucked at the strings like he was making love to them. It was all so very much. 

He came a second time without even bothering to touch his cock, because he just didn’t fucking need it. His body thrummed and vibrated like a snapped rubber band while Harry coaxed him along his high and back down again. When he finally pulled his fingers out he leant forward over Draco’s back and kissed the side of his neck, then the corner of his jaw. 

“You know you make much lovelier sounds than the guitar, just so we’re clear,” he said, and Draco, with what strength he had left, shoved Harry and watched him fall sideways laughing. 

#anna writes #I LOVE THIS TROPE 🗣🗣🗣 #drabble #drarry fic

[aizawas-dryeye]

➭karasuno pet name headcanons

content: karasuno headcanons, plus ukai, pet names, fluff, a bit suggestive in tanakas part

words: 558

honestly i wrote the majority of this while stoned so i apologize if it’s horrible lol. hopefully by me finishing this itll pull me out of this god forsaken writers block. anywhozies heres what i think the karasuno boys (plus ukai) would call you, their significant other:

• • •

❊ Daichi Sawamura

i feel like daichi would use the more "mature" pet names if that makes sense, like darling or sweetheart. he gives me old timey vibes so expect some dated pet names like sugar and doll too. and daichi never misses an opportunity to add "my" in front of your preferred title just to show you that bit of possessiveness.

❊ Koushi Sugawara

i feel like all the boys use baby, but don't nobody do it like suga. he likes to draw out the syllables because he loves how it makes you smile and shy away. he definitely tacks on some nice little adjectives in front of baby like sweet or pretty.

❊ Asahi Azumane

asahi is definitely the type of person to be embarrassed about pet names, but once you assure him you won't make fun of him, he gives you the cutest pet names of all time. sweet pea, babydoll, cabbage patch (don't ask why ok it's CUTE just like YOU), and honey are the main ones.

❊ Yu Nishinoya

goddddd he tries to be so swaggy with his pet names but they are EMBARRASSING!!!!!! definitely calls you mamas/papi. if you aren't comfortable with those titles, fear not because this motherfucker has several more for you. thiccums, bae, boo thang, baby cakes, cute ass, and sexy are his faves right now.

❊ Ryunosuke Tanaka

much like nishinoya, tanaka is hell bent on making you embarrassed lol. some of his pet names can be a bit lewd so expect something like sugar mama/daddy, smokin', tasty, sugar tits. other than that, babe is his go to, and he always tells you what a "smokin' babe" you are. also unironically calls you toots.

❊ Tobio Kageyama

honestly i can't really see kageyama using pet names too often. he prefers to say your name, likes the way it sounds, plus he sees no need for silly pet names. that being said, i feel like the only one he’d use is bunny. i don’t know why, he just gives off that vibe lmao.

❊ Shoyo Hinata

king of goofy nicknames! gumdrop, snuggle bug, sweet bun, beebee, stinky. honestly, the weirder the better in his opinion. as long as it makes you laugh and shove at him, it’s perfect.

❊ Kei Tsukishima

his pet names for you are either sweet or plain rude because tsukki is a big ol’ meanie. when he’s feeling generous, he loves calling you shortcake, tsum-tsum, and baby, but more often than not, he’s calling you dork, short ass, dummy, big head, etc... (side note it took me 3 straight minutes to remember how to spell dummy....)

❊ Tadashi Yamaguchi

much like asahi, tadashi is nervous to use pet names for you while other people are around. he doesn’t wanna be bullied for being too lovey dovey (i’m lookin at you tsukishima...) whenever y’all are alone though, he hardly ever calls you by your name LOL. he definitely uses angel and bubby/bubs a lot.

❊ Keishin Ukai (bonus)

it doesn’t matter what ukai calls you because he always says it with the same stupid smirk, in the same stupidly hot voice. he can’t get enough of how your face heats up whenever he grunts out a pet name throughout he day, whether it’s baby, sweet cheeks, darling, or pumpkin. he knows exactly what he’s doing too, but loves to play dumb.

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#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #hq #haikyuu headcanons #headcanons #karasuno #fluff #daichi sawamura #koushi sugawara #asahi azumane #yu nishinoya #ryunosuke tanaka #tobio kageyama #shoyo hinata #kei tsukishima #tadashi yamaguchi

[bbugyu]

Okay so I know requests are closed so feel free to delete but I have to get this off my chest

I just read your svt sandwich headcanon again and gyuhao just 🧍🏻 the whole ✨soft artistic boys✨ thing and also the fucking size kink and “ganging up” (wtf) took me out and now I have a gyuhao brainrot 😵‍💫 and I was just wondering if you’d mind ever elaborating on your thoughts about them? Absolutely no pressure though!! 💕 As I said, I know requests are technically closed so 👉🏻👈🏻

oh my GODDDDD okay yes my requests are closed but i am ALWAYS DOWN FOR ASKS ABOUT MY THOUGHTS bc i don't know if you've noticed by. everything i've ever written LMFAO but i get carried away really easily and i am famously long winded so answering asks provides a good excuse to CUT THAT SHIT OUT and still be posting!!!! my asks are always open!

now that that's out of the way, GRRRAHHHHHHHH GYUHAOOOODFJKSDKFJJSDKLF they are sooOOOOOOO oh my god okay like actually i imagine they would want someone kinda similar in vibe to their existing relationship with each other so someone a little gentler, a little more artistic and whimsical and thoughtful. like hao would be so happy to have someone who actually gets up early enough to join him for his tea ceremonies in the morning (we both know mingyu is sleeping in). OMG guided meditations 😭 u n mingyu trying really hard to not make each other laugh with almost silent sniffles and vague coughing while minghao is literally in another universe KJHFKDJSHFJKS

and okay. listen. i know not everyone is of average height like i (174cm) but let's all be honest. you don't even have to be smaller than them for them to gang up on you LMAO you could literally be taller than them both and if you showed even a whisper of weakness your back is against the wall and they are all up in your shit AND YOU KNOW IM NOT LYING!!!!! YOU KNOW IT!!!!!!!!!

oops we got raunchy here's a break

god sorry but like can you even imagine. minghao is this slender lean strong boy (dancing the way he does requires so much leg and core strength i am actually so scared of him) and mingyu is built like a fucking brickhouse and the way the two of them would LITERALLY sandwich you is 🥵🥵🥵 mingyu behind u. holding ur thighs apart. his big ol wolfy teeth digging into your neck and shoulder. like surely he would eventually drop a thigh to tug at your nipples and feel all up your body, admiring every detail in your skin and squeezing all your curves. and HAO fuck hao would just. his super sexy hands GODDD he would have his fingers like BURIED in you or wrapped around your member like DEALERS CHOICE LADS!!! THEY BOTH BI IT COULD BE EITHER!!!!! but he's working you into a fucking tizzy and he's all up in your face asking if you like being handled like this, mingyu's grip on your thigh tightening and your other leg like DESPERATELY trying to gain leverage by hiking up on hao's hip but he just. grabs it with his free hand and pushes it aside and your mouth drops open and and he laps into you in a way that leaves you breathless.

mingyu gets all whiney. he's like "why do they get all the attention :(" and hao's fingers are still steadily getting you closer when he tugs gyu over your shoulder and catches him in a liplock too. you can feel mingyu's grip on you falter. you feel the way his hard on flinches against your back, and he starts grinding into you in hopes for something to fix the PROBLEM in his pants. god and the way that's just the beginning. like you haven't even made it to bed yet and you're already not sure your legs can support yourself if they tried. GAHHHH

#okay sorry #FUCK THEY ARE JUST SOOOOOOOO #okay #puppy #hao #ask #anon #svt hc #i wrote dis

[thirstybtsthoughts]

I had a sexy but cute dream about Hobi.

I was laying in bed with a bad headache. He laid down behind me and started cuddling me. I felt him getting hard and kind of scooted back against him. He leaned over and kissed my neck then slightly bit my ear. Then he whispered “I heard sex can get rid of headaches. Wanna try? I’ll be gentle. I just want you to feel better.” Then he slid his hand down my stomach and pulled my pants down. He pushed into me from behind and was crazy gentle but still rough. Just hearing his moans in my ear and feeling his hands wrapped around me sent me over the edge fast. I drifted off to sleep in his arms, with him still in me. He woke me up once for another round but this one wasn’t as gentle. But only after he made sure I felt better.

So yea. I’m hardcore in my Hobi feels right now and really needing some sexy cuddling.

ALAJSHSBDBDBDH THE WAY YA’LL HAVE THESE SEXY DREAMS OH MY GODDDDD I WANTTTT

I soooo felt this though 🥵💦, the whole him sliding in from that angle aaaahhhh 🥵🥵🥵🥵

#asks #bts #anon #hoseok thirst #dreams

[cosmicbash]

3 for the kiss prompts please

3. Drunk sloppy kiss

"Goddddd I fucking love this bed-" Colson's face is rubbing back and forth along their blankets like a cat. Cheeks pink and eyes squeezed shut in pure bliss while he hugs the bed spread.

Usually such a cute action would warm Marshall's heart a little, maybe pull a forced eye roll and a little scoff from his mouth before he nudges his boyfriend for being so dramatic.

Tonight all it does is make him scowl, hands twitching up and down in concern while he figures out the best way to get his mess of a boyfriend off the bedspread before its ruined. "Yeah, you've said that....twice."

Colson's drunk. Full on plastered, in a state that Marshall hasn't seen in months, not since when they first started hooking up and definitely before they officially decided to call their ever increasing phone calls and sexy reservations something more than just "getting it out of their system".

They're only about two weeks into this whole boyfriend name change and Marshall really didn't think the blonde could make him want to second guess it this quick.

"I know, I know, but, it's just- just sooooo fucking comfy babe. Like laying on a clouuuuud-" Rolling onto his back Colson stretches his arms out even farther. "So big too-"

Marshall's just relieved to see the front of his boyfriend's tight jeans still dry.

Before they'd stumbled their way inside and Colson had thrown himself onto their bed the blonde had probably told him about a dozen times how badly he had to piss. Near whipping his dick out right in front of their room door to relieve himself on the wall.

When he sobers up they're definitely going to have a talk about that, and how his friends can't just deposit the drunkard on their hotel's doorstop and hope for the best.

For now they at least need to get him up and to the bathroom. "Alright. Well appreciate it from afar, before you turn it into a rain cloud."

The best option seems to be pulling the other man up by his arms, so Marshall goes with that. Eyebrows furrowing and mouth scowling at the short bout of resistance Colson gives before finally allowing himself to be pulled forward. "But I'm so comfortable? Come onn-" His whining voice is quickly becoming the source of a headache. "Rainclouds are sick as fuck too, all like gray and lightning-y and- and...wet-"

"Lightning-y?" Marshall grunts, his arms locking tight around Colson's middle as the drunk leans his weight heavily onto his shorter body. "If you some how electrify our bed with your piss I'm calling an ambulance-"

"Piss?" That word at least seems to rouse some life back into the younger rapper. Colson's bloodshot eyes blinking back open and meeting his in an uncomfortably long gaze. "I have to piss."

"Really? Never would have guessed."

Maybe it's because he's sober, maybe he just doesn't have the patience to take care of a partner in this state, Marshall just can't pull more than blunted snark and bit back retorts from his mouth tonight.

A wet kiss being planted on his mouth is the absolute last thing he's expecting though. The sharp taste of vodka and who knows what other alcohol immediately tingling his lips and tongue when Colson unskillfully tries to shove his inside the surprised rapper's mouth.

There's a sudden heat behind the kiss out of nowhere that Marshall can in no way meet, but a quick shove against the brat's sternum breaks them apart. His cheeks flushing a lighter pink that his partner's and his irritation skyrocketing. "Fuck, Colson! Don't kiss me with that nasty bar mouth-" He can taste the alcohol on his teeth. It's disgusting. 11 years of sobriety and the first real taste of vodka he's getting has to be from his trashed boyfriend. "God, gross. Brush your fucking teeth."

He almost wants to punch Colson, and honestly the fact that his brain immediately disregards the suggestion is something he's really gonna need to sit down and think on.

Not tonight though. He can contemplate his feelings AFTER Colson makes it through the evening without pissing on him or any of their furniture.

"Mmm, Sorry baby-" the blonde’s face is ducking down again. That long neck of his almost succeeding in connecting their lips for a second sloppy kiss. If not for the light shove Marshall gives again. "Hmm? Oh. Alright, alright-"

That finally gets Colson standing up right. His glossy blue eyes steeling Marshall with a long stare before the drunk abruptly pulls away and makes his clumsy way towards the bathroom. Every sway and bump into a wall or the doorway testing Marshall's dwindling concern.

This wasn't how he had expected their night to go.

Rolling his tongue in his mouth Marshall can't help but scowl at the empty bed. He's gonna have to brush his teeth too now thanks to that brat. "Fucker."

Shaking his head the brunette gives the room a quick once over and wastes some time fixing the blankets and knocked into furniture before he follows Colson into the bathroom. Fingers crossed the other man doesn't have his head ducked inside the toilet bowl by now.

Seeing Colson swaying in front of the mirror with a toothbrush stuffed in his mouth is a pleasant surprise to say in the least.

"I fucking love this toothpaste-"

"I'm starting to think drunk you loves everything." A smile is tugging at his lips.

"What?" Colson's eyes roll over his way, white foam bubbling around his mouth almost comically. "No I don't." Marshall can't help but snort, even as Colson looks away with another eye roll. "This tooth paste is fucking fire."

"Pretty sure that's just gingivitis."

"You're ginger- jin- ginga......you're a prick."

"Yeah. I know." His feet are carrying him over to his boyfriend. Their bodies bumping softly as his fingers reach out to grab his own toothbrush. A smile officially broke out on his face. "Unfortunately I'm yours though, so you're gonna have to put up with it."

"That's okay." Colson's body bumps him back, toothbrush scrubbing a few more hard times before he spits. Eyes meeting Marshall's gaze in the mirror with a shrug. "I love you too so it's okay."

There's a pause. Both of them staring through the reflection with Marshall's heart suddenly racing in his chest.

"Fuck-" The regret is immediately visible on Colson's flushed face. "Holy fuck I just said that out loud didn't I? Holy shit. I love you, ah! No, I mean, I do, but-" Marshall can practically hear the gears turning at a frantic speed inside the blonde's head while he panics as much as his wasted state will allow. Red eyes widening and sluggish movements growing a little jerkier. "I said that wayyyy to soon. Wow. WOW. I'm like- so fucking sorry dude, Holy shit."

"You love me?" The older rapper can't help but ask to hear it again. Even if it's just some drunk slip up from a boy who he has no doubt will just as quickly pledge his undying love to their showerhead in a few hours.

Colson's voice and expression sobers up for a few seconds though. Body twisting to properly look at him as he answers affirmatively. "Yah. Yah I really freaking do." There's a twinkle of terror replacing that drunk bliss now. Cutting straight through Marshall to his core. "I love you. I deadass love your weird bitchy ass."

They haven't even been dating for two weeks.

He's only just gotten used to calling the toothpick his boyfriend.

He-

"I love you too."

He's once again getting yanked into a sloppy kiss.

At least this time it tastes more minty

#this was a lil long #i just like the idea of colson getting drunk and confessing to em #and then panicking for a second #he totally isnt going to remember this tomorrow #and Em's gonna bite his tongue like the little shit he is and not tell Colson until well after they've officially said it again #happy to pretend he didnt immediately fall for some dumb drunk boy before they even got really serious #emgk #kiss prompts

[harryfeatgaga]

Literally though there’s something so sexy about cigars??? Like imagine him standing there with his hands in his pockets in an iconic Italy outfit hair all curly from the summer heat sunglasses on and he just has a cigar hanging out of his mouth???? Glass of some type of liquor in the other??? Probably the same hand because this man has huge hands to hold things all at once?? Just standing in a beautiful Italian garden as the sun sets chatting with a friend or not even maybe just across the yard to get a better look at something and you’re sitting on the patio set a few feet away. He’d walk over to you and take on last puff and look up at the sunset before sitting down next to you and saying “hi baby” while putting his hand on one of your knees🥰🥰🥰the smell of liquor and cigar and his cologne driving you crazy “hey there” as you both smirk and lean in for a kiss😋😋😋 “maybe we should cancel dinner plans tonight” he’d say and kiss you even harder 😛😛

OH MY FUCKING GODDDDD YESSJDNBHHEJDNF BARK BARK BARKKKKRFJNHUIEJRF FUCKING HELLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#harry concept

[anotherashley]

While the more entertaining route might be to say that it takes ages for the two to figure out their feelings for another, in this verse there is no question after that first night. Neither of them can go on without the other, sleep another night apart.

Totally untraditional Jonathan is not, however. As much as he wants to lay him on his stomach, lick his hole soft and sloppy, and then slowly feed his cock into Patrick’s hungry hole that first morning they wake up in bed together - he can’t. He needs to marry him, wants to marry him first.

And so that first morning, after calling for a scrumptios breakfast in bed for them, Jonathan takes Patrick’s hands in his and asks him to marry him. Obviously Patrick says yes immediately, doesn’t even let Jonathan finish before he is kissing the ’yes’ into his mouth.

On their wedding night, as big a plan as they might have had for all the things they wanted to do, when they finally fall into bed together after all the celebrations, they only have the energy to get naked and lazily grind their bodies together.

Patrick’s panting with how Jonathan keeps suckling on his nipples (he didn’t think them that sensitive before, but Jonathan almost made him come the other day just by touching him there).

Jonathan can’t help but gently eqse two fingers into Patrick’s hole - still loose from him licking him out that morning. Hooking his fingers there, not moving them much at all, simply reminding Patrick about what was to come.

They come panting into each others mouths, and just before Jonathan falls asleep wrapped around his /husband/ Patrick whispers,

” I want to wake up with you inside of me, Jonathan”

Jonathan gasps, his still sensitive, soft cock twitching where it’s laying against Patrick’s hole.

”It’s your first time, Patrick. I can’t -”

”But I’m yours now, you said I’m yours. So take me”

Jonathan has to bury his forehead furher in the back of Patricks curls, moves his hips slightly back only to reach his hand between their bodies. He runs gently against the warm, slightly puffy hole and pushes two fingers just to the first knuckle.

”You are mine, Patrick. And this hole is mine, isn’t it?”

Patrick shivers, feels his hole squeeze down on the tips of his hisbands fingers and gasps,

”Yes, it’s yours, all of me is yours”

Jonathan pulls his fingers out gently and moves his hand to the front of Patrick’s body, cupping his soft cock and balls in his big palm, covering them completely.

”I am going to wake you up to fuck you, don’t worry. I am also going to come inside you, sweetheart.”

Patrick whimpers, reaching back to pull Jonathan towards him for a kiss.

And boy does he fuck Patrick that next morning. Their bedsheets are filthy, they themselves are filthy by the time Jonathan comes inside his sensitive hole the second time. When he goes to pull out, Patricks hands rush to stop him,

”No, stay inside, please. Feels empty without your c-your cock, Jonathan”

Jonathan think he’ll need to get something to help keep Patrick filled when he gets like this in the future. He suspects (and hopes) that’ll be often.

They soon get a huge house with loads of staff, most of which cannot escape learning way too much about their sex life as the walls are way too thin to hide much.

While it leaves Patrick feeling awfully improper, Jonathan can’t help but feel proud knowing other people could tell how well taken care of his Patrick was.

At this point I don’t even know what makes the storyline regent, but who cares. The point is they have loads of kinky sex and do little else with their lives as good-fortuned men in society.

He makes Patrick suck him in a horse carriage, on the way to visit his parents. Makes him kneel on a little pillow at the floor of the carriage, first laving on his balls to tease his cock into full hardness, and then slowly feeding it into Patrick’s mouth - or as much of it as he can take.

Staring into Patrick’s eyes in that carriage, tears streaming down his rosy cheeks, lipst stretched sloppily around his shaft, he can’t help but think back to that moment at the park. Sweet, innocent Patrick asking about how to touch himself, now more than enthusiastically choking himself on Jonathan’s cock, with a wet spot in the front of his breeches where his own cock was leaking through the material.

That same boy.

Jonny’s boy.

——-

Honestly, I don’t know where this came from. I originally meant to ask YOU about your thoughts on regent!1988 and then somehow spent way too much time writing these.

Hopefully it brought a smile on your face during these times though <3

lkajshdkjfshdk oh my goddddd! are you trying to kill me here?? i think you are because I AM DEAD.

this was so hot and sexy and tender and i’m going to reread this at least twenty times, my dude. like wow. 

They come panting into each others mouths, and just before Jonathan falls asleep wrapped around his /husband/ Patrick whispers,

” I want to wake up with you inside of me, Jonathan”

Jonathan gasps, his still sensitive, soft cock twitching where it’s laying against Patrick’s hole.

”It’s your first time, Patrick. I can’t -”

”But I’m yours now, you said I’m yours. So take me”

this whole bit put me in my grave. jfc. they’re husbands! and the morning sex and patrick begging jonny to stay inside him. yes yes yes!

thank you so much for this wonderfulness on such a bad day, anon. you’re a treasure and i think you should start an ao3 account if you don’t already have one and start writing some fic, because this is great. *chef’s kiss*

#anon regent fic #🔥🔥🔥 #sorry for the long post to everyone #but also not sorry at all #bc this is GREAT #Anonymous

[jlf23tumble]

Hi! I've seen you rec fics before and I'm wondering if you have any recommendations for Harry Styles fics that deal with gender. Like Harry being either nonbinary or that being the focus of the plot in some way. Thanks!

I have GOT YOU, my friend! I answered a similar ask a long time ago, so I’ll bring those recs over, plus add newer ones, just to keep us up to date. Same caveat as before, though--these fics delve a bit deeper into the genderfluid side of the fine line rather than just the “harry in panties” side because I think you’re more interested in the former, but if I’m wrong, let me know! Enjoy!

Us, Me, We, @homosociallyyours, 2.3 (Harry/Harry, Harry/Louis). Featuring Harry trippin’ balls and truly seeing “her” in the mirror.

you make me wanna (how deep is your love), orphan_account, 2.5k (harry/louis). As the notes say, “straight up porn,” featuring trans Harry.

Friendly Fire, @vondrostes, 2.6k (Harry/Ny). Look, you’ll see a lot of Terran here, I had to hold *back*, but he writes tons of pairings, so there’s something for everyone, and I rec it all! In this case, Harry learns an important lesson about why he shouldn’t date straight women.

No Control, thegirlwthekittentattoo, 2.6k (Harry/Louis). The dialogue here is EVERYTHING, it’s cute and hot and emotional yet still funny, like Harry’s bra being named Christi with an “i”, and I loveeee how much is packed in here.

Silent Night, @sulkingroom, 2.7k (Harry/Xander). I’m 99% sure this is Melissa, not orphan_account, but she’s another author who writes stunning fics that play with gender, this one featuring trans Harry at Christmas.

She, Myself, and I, @vondrostes, 3k (Harry/Nick). Angst city, with Harry telling Nick exactly who “she” is.

Every Drop of Rain, haemophilus, 3.3k (Harry/Taylor). Told through Taylor’s eyes, a fascinating look at Harry and his gender journey. (I highly rec this author’s work in other pairings for similar vibes!)

if they find out, will it all go wrong? blankiexrry, 3.4k (Harry/Louis). Gender exploration behind the scenes when the D played MSG, plus extra kink added!

The Assassination of Harry Styles’ Dignity, wishforwishes, 3.5k (Harry/Nick). This one was in the pubefest, and it’s gryles angst hours gorgeously done as Harry ponders shaving past and present (highly rec this author for gender exploration in other pairings, too).

She Feels So Good, Zedi, 4k, and its sequel, Turns Out She’s a Devil In-Between the Sheets, 3k (Harry/Louis). Mannnn, this universe is so good! Part one is behind the scenes of the Late Late Show after Kiwi, and part two is sexi times in Italy. I utterly adore how this Harry shifts right along with her pronouns.

Fertile Ground, Blake/ @newleafover, 4.4k (Harry/Louis). Jesus wept specifically at this story, CHRIST, so much dysphoria-related angst!! The sheer number of moments guaranteed to make you stare at the wall for one (1) hour, help!

into joy i’m sailing, @hereforlou, 4.6k (Harry/Louis). The tenderness LEAPS off the screen in this one, Harry forgets he’s wearing a dress when Louis comes over for dinner, and I peel my heart out of my throat every time.

weird honey, orphan_account, 5.4k (Harry/Louis). I’m a big lurker in fic comments, and these ones give me joy because big names from a time when this Harry drew even more hate than today are here, spreading love and support--who was this author? This story is so GOOD, I’d love to know what else they did! (In this case, a sex toy helps Harry deal with not having a vagina.)

violence of my own touch, 14hrflight/ @got2ghost, 5.2k (Harry/Louis). Chi is yet ANOTHER author to read for spot-fuckin’-on genderfluid characterization (here, it’s alpha/alpha with all kinds of bdsm, dysphoria, angst, and more).

it’s you i want to take apart, orphan_account, 5.9k (Harry/Louis). This author--in the year of our lorde 2012--watched the nail polish interview and created a work of art that went even deeper, their MIND!!! What else did they foretell??!!!!!

Love at Home, @vondrostes, 6.9k (Harry/Xander, Harry/Zayn/Xander). This fic is HYPER-current, like, mid-quarantine, and it features some Zarry history, some pregnancy-related dysphoria, and so much more, plus horses!! (The horses aren’t actually all that involved, I just love to see ‘em.)

Vinyl and Lace, objectlesson/ @alienfuckeronmain, 7.5k (Harry/Louis). This one kills me because it’s XF days, and you get the full-on sensation that this is meant to be kinky play funtime, but it’s going to end up being something much bigger on so many fronts, we love to see it!

Are You Gonna Be My Girl? LoadedGunn, 7.5k (Harry/Louis). EASILY my fave fic this author wrote, basically, Louis talks about his first time with a girl, Harry decides to be that girl, and the dirty talk hits different in the end!

call me anything you like, but my name is, wishforwishes, 9.9k (Harry/members of CHASM). [muffled internal screaming whenever I think of this fic] It starts with BSE Veronica/Zayn and ends with Harry Veronica/Zayn, and so much revelation happens in between, goddddd bless.

fallin’ and laughin’ at the drinks we spilled, enbyharry/ @non-binharry, 14k (Harry/Louis). Asia’s description in the notes kills me, but #vanlife Louis runs into proud Harry in some bar and shenanigans ensue is the upshot!

But She Doesn’t Know Who I Am series, jaerie, 15k (Harry/Louis). I love that one of the tags here is “louis asks inappropriate questions” because that’s honestly most of what happens!! 

o/o angst series, HappyPrincess/ @pattern-pals, 17k (Harry/Louis). I miss Nina’s writing like a phantom limb, and I doubt they’ll return to this universe, but I swear, I will read (and rec) ANYTHING they produce when the muse visits them again! This one is as its title says, and it doesn’t disappoint, heavy sigh.

Grenadine Sunshine, objectlesson/ @alienfuckeronmain, 18k (Harry/Louis). This fic is a peach of a pearl written as a gift for one of this fandom’s best authors, and it perfectly captures the Mood of that author, with so much softness, makeup, gender, and tender.

Alpha Louis/Alpha Harry series, 14hrflight/ @got2ghost, 22k (Harry/Louis). SO MANY GENDER ISSUES EXPLORED HERE, WOW!! College roommates come to terms with their identity, and, mannnnn, do I love it when a/b/o gets unstraightened, if you will, chef’s kiss all around.

Nothing You Can Do (But You Can Learn How to Be You in Time), Teumessian, 28k (Harry/Louis). Also known as the pinterest fic, this one is just so soft and lovely, an identity story told through hair (among other things).

genderfluid!harry series, istajmaal, 33k (Harry/Louis). This entire series hits just as hard today as it did when it was written in 2013, a time when people were aggressively trying to make fetch frat boy Harry happen (some of ‘em still are, lmao). Anyway, this is another author I highly rec for all their other fic, but this one does an A+ job of describing Harry’s gender exploration mid-D madness. 

Amor Victorious, HappyPrincess/ @pattern-pals, 38k (Harry/Louis). Another brilliant work from Nina, you feel like you’re on this journey with them, PLUS it dives deep into gender identity struggles, PLUS it throws a/b/o for a loop, all of which equals a big yes from me!

hush., wankerville, 41k (Harry/Louis). One of my all-time faves, this one tackles so many phobias, all while being set in a small-town America high school AU and managing to be the softest, most gorgeous, most hopeful thing in spite (because?) of that.

Time Passed, coffinofachimera/ @belialsmiracles, 66k (Harry/Louis). LISTEN, I WILL NEVER, EVER SHUT UP ABOUT THIS FIC, I can only hope the author will bless us with a timestamp or something else entirely, it’s so beautifully done, it makes you think of nothing else for days, it RUINS you for other fic (I highly rec the author’s other work, too). You’ll never look at Tokyo Harry the same way again (or listen to “She” or “Fine Line” without getting more than a little misty). GOLD STAR!

Made of Lightning, @vondrostes, 74k (Harry/Louis, Harry/Liam, Harry/Louis/Liam). Just...the tags on this don’t do full justice to the journey of it, to the imagination of this specific timeline! I adore how Terran writes trans Harry!

Second Spring, @vondrostes, 103k (Harry/Louis). Speaking of Terran writing trans Harry, this one covers all the ins and outs of her surgical transition, how she recovers, and how she and the people around her deal with puberty no. 2. 

#fic rec #gender #harry styles #whew it's a long one!!

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12-23 all your Far Cry OCs ! 🥰

Thank you, love!!! This may have gotten a bit long...I have a lot of OCs for Far Cry, don’t @ me. 

12. What OCs would have a chugging competition?

That’s an excellent question, and I think a better one would be who wouldn’t. Rowan, Grayson, Wren, Jane, and Randy are definitely the top contenders for that. Ivy would be a bit taken aback by it, and then politely decline. Whitney and Quinn...Whit would silently judge while also wishing that was her. Quinn is...he’s on the fence, I think that depends. Because he likes rooting for it, watching it, and laughing at them making fools of themselves, but if challenged, he won’t hesitate, and I think Mel would be in the same boat, but she’s less likely to rise to the challenge...she’s too uh...laid back to really feel competitive. Now, as for the kids go, it would be between Emmett, Freya, and Harper. It would start as a back and forth between Emmett and Freya, which would just pull Harper in with it as Braxton and Ana watch warily and Emmie is laughing her ass off. 

13. What OCs would arm wrestle? Who would win?

Randy, Wren, Rowan, Jane, and Quinn. Hands down (see what I did there?). Jane would only do it if provoked, in any other situation, she’s rolling her eyes in the corner and calling them idiots. Randy would obviously win, though it’s a good go with Quinn...and Quinn would honestly let Wren win. He’s trying to impress her, you know? Rowan won’t get off that easily, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Girl can hold her own. If it’s the kids, Emmett and Freya, all day long. Freya is just like her mother, and she’s so damn quick to rise to a challenge, and Emmett is a cocky little shit. 

14. Who would jump off the roof into a pool and who would video it?

Okay...this is probably something that’s going down at Whit’s house. And I’m telling you right now, Randy and Grayson are the first to go, quickly (and I mean quickly) followed by Jane, because she’s not going to be showed up by them at all (Grayson said something rile her up). Whitney is freaking the hell out, insisting someone is going to get hurt. Wren is videoing it because there’s no way in hell it’s not going on YouTube. Ro and Mel are actually scoring it. Ivy is trying really hard to ignore it, she got one day off and might have to play doctor anyway. It was Quinn’s idea...he just made it seem like Grayson’s and he’s enjoying the result of it while drinking an ice cold beer (he prefers vodka, but Whit didn’t have that...so she claims). 

15.What OC nicknames everyone?

They all do, honestly. My Scooby Gang are a bunch of just...sarcastic assholes and sweethearts. Grayson and Ivy might be the only ones that don’t. Jane is called Viking Princess most of the time by Wren, and Randy is Lumberjack Steve. Quinn is Blondie from time to time, Wren will call him Hot Shot, too. Randy will call him “Cap” in reference to Captain America (Quinn’s favorite superhero) and with him being a Security Captain. Rowan is playfully dubbed Huntress or Bambi, depending on who you’re talking to. But Jane calls her Robin Hood or just asshole. Grayson is just...Gray. No one really has a nickname for him, except for Quinn, who calls him Speedy from his background (which Randy then tells them the story of Wren nearly driving them off a cliff). Whitney is either Mom (sarcastically, of course), Miss America, Goody Two Shoes, or just Whit. And Whitney just...calls everyone hun, darlin’, sweetheart, sweetie, dear, etc. If she’s feeling extra fiesty, she’ll give an actual sarcastic nickname (she calls Cooper cowboy and lone ranger though). 

16. Who makes the plan, who follows the plan and who knows the plan is going to fail?

Making the plan consists of: Rowan, Quinn, and Randy. Ivy, Whit, and Wren are gonna follow it, and...well, Jane and Gray are gonna say “this is a stupid idea”. I honestly picuture it being that scene from Infinity War. Tony would be Rowan and Randy. Peter Quill would be Quinn. Draxx would be Grayson and Jane, Mantis is Whit and Mel. Wren is Peter Parker, and Ivy is Dr. Strange. Ivy was looking forward in time, watching every scenario in which she dies surrounded by idiots. I mean...this scene is literally just them in New Dawn. 

17. Who brings a surplus amount of silly string to a party?

Wren and Mel. Mostly because it’s probably a prank to ruin Whit’s perfect hair. It takes her forever to get it out due to the hairspray, but it was worth it. Jane recorded it so she can relive the screams. 

18. Who goes crazy over glow sticks?

Wren, Mel, and Randy! They love them. When they get wasted or high, they do this (its at 3:20, but seriously...watch it...because there isn’t a Brendon Urie vine that doesn’t embody one of my OCs...plus, he’s hilarious). But I could see them doing some sort of glow stick party. 

19. What is your OCs favourite game to play together?

Monopoly (Jane and Quinn are scary good at it), Just Dance, Cards Against Humanity, and Heads Up. Most of them end up in hilarious fights and yelling/laughing together...because they drink when they play. 

20. What OC has no directional compass yet still leads the group?

W H I T N E Y. Listen, I could literally hear the whole fucking group just collectively groan. She will swear she knows where she’s going and pretty much takes charge, even though she has no clue. But they follow anyway...so who’s really at fault here?

21. Who would pose beside a garbage can to take a picture to caption it ‘me’ later?

Wren, Grayson, and Randy. They would laugh while doing it, but Whitney would text back or show up at their house like “Sweetie, are you okay?” with cookies or some shit. Rowan is sure of herself and Mel is at peace with who she is. Quinn, Whit, Ivy, and Jane love themselves too much for that. 

22. What poses do the squad like to do when taking a group photo?

Oh. My. GODDDDD. Listen, they’re always doing stupid shit, even if Whit is demanding something serious. Whit will smile with Ivy while the others are doing bunny ears, carrying each other, climbing on each other, or doing other stupid shit. Lots of kisses on the cheek, piggy back rides, “sexy” poses, and just...they never take it seriously. Whit has one (1) good photo. 

23. What concert would your OCs all go to together and why that concert?

Arctic Monkeys, Queen, Lorde, or Taylor Swift, but it’ll most likely be Queen or Taylor Swift. Grayson has a huge crush on Adam Lambert, and who doesn’t love the music? And Randy knows all the words to Shake It Off and You Need to Calm Down is the group’s like....unspoken song...so...yeah, they’re going.

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