#literally you sent this ask just as i was about to have Bloody do it

[lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety]

Hhmm..

*raises one front leg up and tries to run, only to faceplant.*

…

Oof

Bloody: Brother! Like this! *lifts his arm and tries to run, falling onto his face.

Harvest: Brother? *hurries over*

Bloody: ...Doing better than me. Hard!

Harvest: *huffs affectionately* You don't have to try it, it's for me to do.

Bloody: Want to help! *tries again and flops onto his face*

#athertheflame theconcubus #asks #tsams lwyd au #lwyd bloody #lwyd harvest #lwyd kill code #literally you sent this ask just as i was about to have Bloody do it #you read my mind lol

[2btheanswertothequestion]

(part 2 of November Paramedic; part 1 is here.)

Steve's honey-sweet eyes, gleaming with confidence, ask 'why don't you take a bite?'

His pink mouth, deliciously curved, wonders 'don't you want a taste?'

His dark chest hair, leading a mouthwatering path down his pants, says 'you know you want to'.

And Eddie does. He really does. He would, if Steve was actually here. Alas, all Eddie has is the calendar photo currently staring at him from where it's propped on Eddie's dresser, and he's not biting into it. It's the only one he's got, you see; he won't be ruining it with bite marks and drool due to his intrusive thoughts.

If he had a copy machine close at hand, though? If he could make as many pictures as he'd possibly want? Oho, watch out, Slobbertown!

It's been one week since Steve the sexy paramedic revealed himself to be a real person and not just a dude in a softcore porn calendar. One week since he Florence Nightingale'd Eddie before vanishing in a flurry of bloody gauze and blinking blue lights, leaving both Eddie and Gareth breathless.

(Though in Gareth's case, it was due to laughing so hard he choked on himself.)

The calendar doesn't do it for him anymore. Don't misunderstand – he still uses it when beating the meat. In fact, it has exclusively become his primary masturbatory aid, and it has served him especially well the past few days. The moment those 48 hours were over and Gareth left, Eddie chucked off his sweatpants and went to, well, Slobbertown. But it's not the same anymore. How could it be, when he knows the real Steve's hair smells like a meadow and his aftershave like lemon and spice? When he's felt the pressure of Steve's fingertips on his jaw? When he's seen the faint scar running down Steve's chin from his mouth? When he can still hear Steve's voice use his name, give him orders, call him 'sir'?

It's impossible. Fuck, just whenever Eddie closes his eyes Steve's face appears, as vividly as if it happened yesterday. Of course, that might have something to do with Eddie already having made himself oh so familiar with Steve's face, and chest, and hands, and… everything else, for the past two years. Jesus damn it, if he knew this was where he'd end up he never would've bought the calendar in the first place.

Groaning, he throws himself back on his bed; then he shouts as his head thumps into the wall. Typical. He rubs at the spot to soothe it. No bump, though it hurts like a bitch. Pain (and suspicion he just aggravated the previous head injury) aside, he's comfortable, thus he sprawls out and stares at the ceiling as planned.

He's been distracted. He knows that because literally everyone has been on his case about it. Gareth gives him smug smiles that have turned alarmingly calculated as the week has passed. Jeff and Marv, having been filled in by Gareth, are rather more amused in a benign way. His boss almost sent him home to recuperate after catching him staring into space for the third time. Uncle Wayne noticed something was off through the phone. And Max has been giving him weird looks.

Ah, little Max. The only person in the complex who doesn't steer clear of him. She doesn't actually know what went down – not completely. She knows he got injured, because she caught him and Gareth as they stumbled home while she was exiting her apartment to toss the trash. Her sharp eyes zeroed in on the plaster, and on Eddie's arm that was slung over Gareth's shoulders for support (at Gareth's insistence).

"You got in a fight?" she asked.

With a grin he'd exclaimed, "Battle? You know me better than that! Nay, I did my utmost to escape the violence... but the ruffian got to me regardless."

"Huh. You okay?"

Gareth had rolled his eyes. "He's fine. I mean, listen to him."

"Don't worry about me, Red." Eddie tapped his own head. "This ol' noggin is harder than it looks."

A corner of her mouth twisted up, though if it was in amusement he couldn't tell in the dim hallway. They ought to team up against the super; maybe their combined whining will have him finally fix that broken light bulb.

"Make sure you don't take aspirin or ibuprofen," she said. "It can-"

"Yeah, I know. Paramedic already told me."

"Good. Is our lesson still on?"

"Certainly, m'dear."

And then he'd tipped an imaginary hat, she snorted, and Gareth hauled his ass to bed.

He didn't see Max again until Sunday afternoon, when she came by for their aforementioned weekly guitar lesson. Parking themselves on each end of the couch, his acoustic in her lap, he'd made her play the 'homework' from the previous Sunday. It sounded pretty good. She honestly won't need his help soon – probably doesn't need it now. She understands basic theory and is diligent about practicing. He'd be fine with awarding her temporary custody of the guitar for a while. She insists on coming over, however, claiming she has to be perfect by the time of the next open mic down at Connie's Corner Coffee.

The reason she has to be perfect? Well. Eddie is pretty sure it's to impress her boy. She hasn't confirmed that it's for her boy, or even that she has one, but it totally is and she totally does. He knows this because 1. she becomes flustered and grumpy (grustered? Flumpy?) every time he brings it up, and 2. if she was learning to play for herself he'd be subjected to a lot more Pink Floyd and a lot less Curtis Mayfield.

It's cute, to be honest. Picking up an instrument for a boy you like? That's romantic as fuck. If he hadn't been the Lord of All Losers he would've serenaded tons of boys when he was younger. Hell, he'd do it now, if only there were anyone willing to listen. But he hasn't had as much as a date in ages, and none of his previous attempts at relationships ever reached the 'romantic gestures' stage.

Maybe he should ask Max to set him up with someone. Why not? She probably meets dozens of people every day, at the campus, at the skatepark, wherever else she hangs. If there's anyone who could sort out his disastrous love life, it's Max Mayfield. She's so put together, and she's not even 20 yet. She's got her own place (in a supremely shitty building, but still a place), she's got a man (reluctant as she is to admit it), and she is halfway through her math degree. A fucking math degree, for Christ's sake! Math majors are built for solving problems!

Maybe she could even calculate how many times he'd need to injure himself before he'd meet the one paramedic he wanted to kiss… him better.

It was around that point of his daydreaming that Max shot a hair tie at his forehead and demanded he stop zoning out and correct her hand placement.

"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowing deeper than usual. "Have you been resting?"

"Yes. For the prescribed 48 hours, and then some. I'm fine."

She'd frowned, scrutinizing him with those pale blue eyes. He squared his shoulders and met her gaze like a man. Easier said than done, to be truthful. He likes Max – she's fun, easily the most kickass neighbor he's ever had – but she can be intense. And when she gets her stare on? She's downright creepy.

"I'd prefer to cancel over you fucking up your head more," she at last said, posture stiff and chin jutting. 'Don't lie to me,' is what she meant.

Eddie sighed. "Red… I'm fine. Seriously."

And he was. Physically speaking, at least. Mentally, he'd always been a little off. Part of the patented Munson charm, really.

She must've realized that, because she relaxed, her expression going from 'active bitch face' and back to 'resting'.

"All right. Sorry for being overbearing. It's just." She shrugged a shoulder, gripping the neck of the guitar as it started sliding off her crossed legs. "One of my closest friends is a medical professional. Another one is studying biology. They've been discussing human anatomy and… I guess they've gotten into my head."

Damn his friends for caring. How was he supposed to sell this image of a dark, dangerous, rocker dude if he was constantly misty-eyed from how sweet his buds were to him? He leaned forward to pat her knee.

"I appreciate the concern, unnecessary as it is. But!" He drew himself back and pointed in the air. "We're not postponing! Open mic is less than a month away – you only have so many days left before you'll be on that stage, in front of aaaaall those people… and your beau."

He's certain that if she hadn't still been sorta concerned about his health, she'd have smacked him.

That was Sunday afternoon. Now is Wednesday evening. He is still hung up on Thursday. He doesn't even know why. Yes, he was face-to-face with the hottest guy ever. Sure, that same guy has been the star of his most critically acclaimed fantasies. Indeed, he hasn't gotten laid in eons. Of course, he's pent-up with sexual frustration and yearning for another man's touch.

But still. He's not an animal or a sex-crazed teenager. He's smart enough to know that nothing good will come of this. It's not like he'll ever see Steve again. That'd be so unrealistic.

A knock on his front door reaches his ears. Eddie makes no effort to get up and answer it. He's not expecting anyone – whoever it is will have to return another day.

The knocking turns into a pounding, followed by yelling.

"Eddie! Let me in, asshole, I know you're there!"

Ugh. What does he want? Hasn't he heard of texting?

Eddie drags himself off the bed and toward the door. Yanking it open, he's met by Gareth's self-satisfied visage.

"Good evening," he says, heedless of Eddie’s glare. "I come hither with your solution."

"My solution?" Eddie mutters as he stalks to his couch to crumple into another heap.

Gareth follows him inside. "I have a plan to get your man!"

"What? Who? What?"

"Steve. November-paramedic," Gareth says, like it's obvious, which, what the actual fuck?

"He's not my man?"

"But he could be."

"Gareth, what the fuck-"

He moves to sit up, but Gareth's palm hits him square in the diaphragm and pushes him back down.

"No, listen: you are a terrible patient."

"I'm not-"

"Remember back in high school, when that asshole rear-ended us in the intersection at Hickory and 5th?"

Eddie grimaces. How could he forget? They'd stopped at a red light when a drunken motherfucker plowed into them, sending them careening into the T-junction. One car managed to break before hitting them; another veered only to crash into a fourth car. The result was, for them, whiplash injuries and, for the people who collided, bruises, sprains, and a dislocated joint. It had been the scariest moment of Eddie's life, and the neck pain had been excruciating. That wasted piece of shit was lucky no one died.

He says, "Yeah?"

"You were so snarky with that poor EMT."

"Okay, first off, I was a snot-nosed brat back then-"

"Dude, you were nineteen."

"-and she was rude to me first."

"She was following protocol!" Gareth shakes his head. "The point is that you never follow orders or instructions, not even when a doctor tells you to. But November-Steve? I've never seen you be so pliable."

"I-"

"And after, when I had to babysit you for two fucking days? I expected it to be difficult. But you were so busy sighing and yearning-" he says, ignoring Eddie's indignant sputtering, "-and replaying him tenderly caressing your face with his big, manly hands and holding your gaze with those big, manly eyes-"

"Do you want to fuck him?"

"-that you forgot to complain or be a contrarian about everything." Gareth smiles, sweet as cavities. "It was great. I'd like to recapture that. And if November-Steve is the one to bring it out of you, well!"

Eddie glowers at him. No, really! With the metaphorical thunder clouds swirling over his head and everything! His world has been shook. It is tilted off its axis, and it's his best friend's duty to mock him relentlessly for it. But this? Trying to encourage him? Give him hope? That's going too far.

Gareth notices. Of course he does; curse the heart on Eddie's sleeve. The sickly-sugary smugness evaporates off him, and he takes a seat on the dingy couch seat.

"Eddie," he says with a softness reserved for a select few individuals. "Seriously. You've been all moon-eyed for a week. You've been thinking about him. Really thinking."

Eddie balloons his cheeks and huffs out the air. "Well. If you spend two years jerking it to a guy-"

"Gross."

"-and then he suddenly appears before you, in the flesh? I've been fantasizing about it. He's a fantasy. And when it actually happens, that's…"

He trails off. Gareth knocks their shoulders together.

"He seemed nice."

Eddie scoffs. "I spoke to him for fifteen minutes. Tops."

"Fifteen nice minutes. You haven't dated in ages. Maybe this is a sign?"

Chuckling, Eddie slumps his head onto Gareth's shoulder. They're the wrong heights for it, so it's awkward and strenuous on the neck. He remains.

"You're just looking for another opportunity to embarrass me," he says.

"Embarrass you and improve your life. Like only true friends strive to do."

Eddie hums. "So what's your fucking plan?"

Gareth shifts, turning toward Eddie, but doesn't say anything yet. Glancing up, Eddie is met by a zoomed-in, upside-down view of Gareth's pointy grin, his canines gleaming.

"The university!"

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Part 3

#no steve this time (he's there in sexy spirit) but you get more gareth AND some max #steddie #steddie fanfic #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson #gareth stranger things #max mayfield #my writing #steddie fic: november paramedic

[d3arapril]

modern!abby headcanons

a sfw ver because i can’t get over the fact that abby isn’t real. Goodnight

⭐️ safe for all audiences. my inbox is open! any feedback, ideas or general chat is welcome <3

abby loves loving and she loves to be loved.

she loves her friends, her family and she loves you the most. she even thinks she loves the old, kind man that ran the small bookstore she’d been visiting since she was young

having lots of people around her is super important to her, she has a big heart and even though she looks like a lion she’s really just a little baby house cat that wants to make people happy <3

she’s a bit of a people pleaser sometimes. like she goes our of her way to do things for people even if she really doesn’t want to but she’s working on it 💪🏽

loves being around you but also loves time to herself to work out, read and drool on her pillow during a particularly deep sleep without being mocked by you every morning

ABBY SLEEPS LIKE A LOG. this bitch does not move during her sleep, like you could literally scream bloody murder and she’d barely flinch. she also sleeps on her front sometimes and has her face in the pillow ??? you often wonder if she’s even alive and breathing (she is) (she has little to no trauma and jerry is alive in my world so she doesn’t get nightmares etc. i want the best for her &lt;;3)

i think she’s very particular about looking after herself/keeping clean etc and it’s a super big thing for her. although she’s fairly masc presenting don’t be fooled, shes a lil girly girl deep deep down

her hair is long and healthy because she never uses heat and uses hair masks, she looks after her skin and uses the ordinary products (they work for her ok!), she exfoliates and shaves her legs frequently bc she feels like they look more muscular when they’re smooth and she enjoys feeling like a dolphin

she’s always got her hair in that damn braid and you try convince her to do other styles but she basically refuses

“you don’t like it?” she’s whining, faking it of course - she knows you like it. “no abs i love it, just wish you’d wear your hair down more. suits you”

“well that’s reserved for only you, babe” the soft kiss she presses to your temple and the brush of her hands against your hips makes you want to braid her hair forever until your fingers seize up

i feel like abby doesn’t have much of a dress sense lmao like girl just wears plain clothes and calls it a day. basically how she dresses in game but just less dirty and more kind of.. modern and put together. not the ugly brown boots tho ❌

she wears doc marten boots and adidas sambas. has 3 different pairs of sambas actually

prefers alcohol over drugs. she likes to get drunk in moderation and she can sink so much tequila (she blames manny and nora and says they are bad influences… abby is the one pouring the shots🙄) and she becomes a lot louder and clingy when she’s drunk and thinks she can dance. she can’t.

i kind of mentioned this in my nsfw hc’s but abby probably has an old like iphone 5c or something cos she doesn’t really care about upgrading it

girl hates video games so she probably isn’t big on tech in general. as long as she can call and text she doesn’t care too much

“you may as well just get a nokia, abby..” “what am i? a drug dealer? 🙄”

sticking to the theme, abby doesn’t really use social media that much. she refused to download tiktok because she didn’t want to fall into the trap of endless scrolling (she fell into said trap approx 20 minutes after downloading the app. now it’s “babe have you seen what i sent you yet?” every 10 minutes)

doesn’t care about/keep up with trends etc, confused when u ask her about the roman empire

“i mean, i’ve read about it? what kind of question is that??”

does have a burner instagram acc that she follows u and a few of her closest friends on (not mel)

also uses snapchat every so often to send u gym pics and u get excited thinking it’ll be a mirror pic of her flexing or something but instead it’s just an extreme close up of her sweaty ass red face with the caption ‘Help 🫠’

has an album in her photos called ‘Progress’ where she tracks her gains 🥰 its ur fav and u ask to look at the pics all the time 🥰 shes ur big muscly baby 🥰

abs can get a lil bit hot headed and irate sometimes so u argue every now and then but it’s never anything major, and she always buys u flowers and grovels until you’ve made up anyways

she usually just goes to the gym if she’s feeling some type of way and works out until she’s on the verge of passing out to make her feel better (you told her that she should deal with her anger better. she told you that she know’s what she’s doing…)

calls you babe but that’s kinda it, also likes to be called babe

likes to give u massages and run you a bath… and then gets in the bath with u and takes up basically all of the space

when u went on ur first holiday together she had to use the sicky bag on the plane bc of her fear of heights :(

she’s getting better now tho, just squeezes her eyes shut and holds your hand until the bones almost break… she then falls asleep for basically the entire flight and drools onto her neck pillow lol

refuses to watch anything but american dad at bedtime bc she really enjoys it for some reason

she looks after you with all she has and would go to the end of the earth for you if she could. there’s no one else like her

#i love her #cheers sons crying #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson #the last of us fluff #the last of us #abby anderson smut #i know its not smut but this is like the onky way to get ur shit seen !!! SORRY YALL #abby baby #my writing

[singmyaubade]

hi!! i was wondering if you could write a smutty story about sub!james? literally anything, pls🙏🏻

warning: mentions of smut and cursing

sub!james x female!reader

a/n: i did not proofread, i'm sorry if this was not what you were expecting LOL.

james never had any performance issues in his life.

he always managed to be a stallion in bed, giving nothing less and everything more. being a 'sex god,' in his own words, was one of the things he always took pride in.

it was his wings, the only thing that could cheer him up when all else failed.

if quidditch was his first passion, snogging girls was a definite second.

so when ruby weathers, a girl with the best bum in james's year, gives him a chance to sleep with her.

he has no choice but to.

james was ecstatic, practically jumping off of the walls. this was his moment, his opportunity once again to prove himself. there wasn't a single nerve in his body; he never underestimated his more large and not-so-average buddy down there.

before he knew it, he was in his perfect bedroom with weathers, relishing her getting on her knees to suck his cock.

and then, everything came to a halt.

after twenty minutes of her doing that, his buddy refused to get up. he felt the arousal, but his mind and cock were in different places.

after she complained about her jaw locking for the twenty-second time, he decided to get straight to the point. but even when he fucked her, he couldn't get hard.

eventually, ruby just told him awkwardly that it was okay and things clearly weren't working despite him asking her to try a few things. they didn't even exchange last words before she left.

and when she did, he was embarrassed, frustrated, in fact.

he didn't think weathers was the type to tell people's sex business or even gossip for that face.

he knew he was wrong when sirius came urgently yelling, "prongs, your dick is broken?!"

and that was, for sure, the icing on the cake.

he tried everything that didn't involve taking a particular little pill to perform.

he tried spells, teas, and even a massage, but nothing worked. he even thought he was attracted to other things, but it was no point.

eventually, his friends were all sensing his depression. he couldn't even play quidditch properly.

marlene, who felt no sympathy at all, even tried to cheer up james, but it was a loss. he completely lost himself through the entire thing, and yes, it might have been stupid for some people, but it meant a lot to him.

but then dorcas pulled him aside.

"go to the room written here on saturday after lunch," dorcas handed him the card. he looked at her, entirely confused, raising his eyebrow.

"i have a friend who helps with that kind of stuff," she tilted her head, "but don't tell anyone where you are going, and make sure to tell her that i sent you," she instructed to which he nodded and muttered a thank you before dorcas rushed off.

and when saturday after lunch was right there, he didn't know what to do, his fist knocking on your door lightly.

then he saw you, yawning when you opened the door. your hair perfectly laid, wearing a matching pink tank top and shorts that hugged your thighs most comfortably. your nipples were perked up through your tank top, making him swallow.

"eyes are up here, pretty boy." you tased as his face grew red.

"m’sorry," he stuttered, "i was told to uh- i mean, dorcas sent me here."

you looked at him questioningly, "and why did she do that?" you asked, pursing your lips.

"she said you could help me with my uh problem," he whispered, looking around.

"golden boy having a problem that i have to fix?" you tsked, smirking, "interesting." you moved aside to let him, walking to your own bed.

he took that opportunity to look at your ass which was 'bloody fantastic,' he thought. he stood there gawking at you, not knowing if he should come in.

"you coming in or?" you flattered, to which he came in immediately, shutting the door.

he stood there like a scarecrow before you giggled, "come sit with me," you patted the spot next to you on the bed.

he nervously fiddled with his fingers as you placed your hand on his hand to calm him down, "what problems are you having?"

he stayed silent, clearly embarrassed, "james," you grabbed his chin so he looked at you, "i'm here to help you, not judge you,"

he took a deep breath, "i am having trouble during sex."

"what kind of problems?" you asked, using your thumb to brush his fingers.

"i can't get hard," he admitted, looking down.

he was prepared for you to laugh, even mock him for having such a stupid problem, but you still maintained a compassionate face.

"okay," you said, "and when did you start having that problem," you asked.

"two weeks ago," he muttered.

"and have you tried anything new? maybe something new in your sex life?" you suggested.

"i've tried everything i can think of; it's just not happening." he was frustrated.

"okay then let's try everything you haven't thought of." you half-joked.

"like what?" he asked, making eye contact with you.

"hmm," you tapped your chin, "first things first, are you more dominant or submissive?"

"uh," he said, genuinely not knowing.

"okay that's fine, i'll find out," you replied, sounding sure.

"and are you okay with being intimate with me?" you asked.

he could feel his face turning bright red, "y-yeah that's fine, i mean if you are fine with it but if you're not, its okay, i do-"

you kissed him, cutting him off. your tongue entangling his, hand on his thigh. you grabbed his hand, putting it on your breast as his other hand went to your cheek.

you pulled away from him as he whimpered, "what do you want me to do, james?" you asked.

"i don't know," he answered, drunk off your lips.

"can i suck you off, baby?" you asked, your eye contact ripping him into pieces.

"y-yes." he answered nervously as you got onto your knees.

you touched his belt, unbuckling it as you reached up to kiss him one last time. you palmed him through his boxers, not feeling him get hard yet, but you were patient.

you pulled him soft out of his boxers, stroking him fully. he was big even soft which you admit made you dripping in your panties.

your tongue did a long stripe on his cock, making him moan. you sucked on his tip first, putting your hand on his thigh as his hand palmed into a fist.

you put him deeper in your mouth, letting him hit the back of your throat as he whined. you grabbed his hand, unfisting it, interlocking your hand in his.

you continued bobbing your head up and down his length, your other hand stroking whatever you couldn't fit in your mouth.

james continued holding your hand, holding it tighter when you sucked his tip.

"is it good, jamie?" you asked, breathing a bit hard.

"so good," he whimpered.

that's when you finally felt him getting hard, when you talked to him.

"you are doing so well for me," you complimented, "you are being so good."

he groaned at your words as you continued sucking him off, him being fully erect now.

"so big," you managed to say with his cock inside your mouth.

his cock twitched inside your mouth and you knew he was near when he gripped your hand tightly.

"you can do it," you muffled through his cock, the vibrations sending him.

james closed his eyes, leaning his head back before cumming inside of your mouth.

"i wanna kiss you," he whined as you smiled, kissing him with his cum inside of your mouth as it slobbed over both of your chins.

your mouth invaded his as he moaned inside of your mouth. his hands touched your top, tugging at it. you could tell that he wanted it off of you.

"you wanna take off my top for me, jamie?" you asked as he nodded.

you let him take your top off as you straddled his lap, him latching on your nipple as soon as he could which earned a moan from you. his spit all over your chest, your nipples swollen.

you raised off of him for a second to take off your shorts as he looked at you in awe with his big, brown eyes.

you straddled him again, aligning his cock with your hole. he continued sucking on your nipple as you sat down on him and he groaned.

"fuck," you said, "stretching me out."

he was hardening inside of you again, getting drunk off of your pussy.

he whimpered as he hit the spongy spots inside of you. you started a slow speed and once it stopped stinging, you went faster.

he held onto your body tightly, not letting you go. he mewled the faster you went, his cock twitching inside of you due to the immense pleasure.

"so needy baby," you moaned, bouncing up and down.

he hit the perfect spot inside of you as you tried not to grow hazed in pleasure.

"i can't hold it in, mommy." he said, you being a bit surprised at his wording.

"it's okay baby," you soothed, "you can cum." you smoothed the back of his hair.

you kept riding him until he came, not worried about your release. he came with a whimper, sensitive.

"i wanna taste you mommy," he groaned with you still inside of him as he softened inside of you.

"next time jamie, this was for you right now," you grinned, kissing him delicately on his lips.

you tried letting him go but his grip on you was still there, not wanting you to leave.

"i'm not gonna go anywhere," you calmed, him still inside of you.

"i just wanna cuddle for a while," he said.

"okay, we can do that." you gave him a reassuring smile, laying the both of you down, entangled in each other as you gave a peck to his nose.

your eyes fluttered closed as james admired you.

and before he slept, he knew that he definitely owed dorcas his life.

#sub!james potter #james smut #james potter smut #james x you #james x reader #singyouraubade💕 #singmyaubade #james potter #james potter x y/n #james potter x reader #marauders era #hp #hogwarts #harry potter #tw mature #marauders #harry potter marauders #the marauders #the marauders smut #remus lupin #fluff #desperate!james #james potter x you #hot y/n #y/n #reader #cursing #needy!james #james potter scenario #james potter blurb

[smartycvnt]

Through the Night

Title: Through the Night

Pairing: Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader

Word Count: 881

Giving Y/n the Cadou was all that Miranda could think to do to avoid Alcina's rampage. The woman was beside herself with rage whenever she saw the state of Y/n. The trip out to the village was supposed to be a simple one, but Y/n had been dumped on Alcina's doorstep bloody and broken.

There had been too many cuts and gashes on Y/n's body to determine what they had come from. Alcina swore that some of them looked like bite marks from Heisenberg's dogs, but Miranda had been quick to stop that line of thinking. Miranda couldn't have her lords warring against each other, not with the parts of her plan all starting to come together. If they weren't working as a cohesive unit when she set things into motion, she might as well just poison all of them.

"Good god, what did they do to you?" Miranda asked herself as she stared at Y/n's body. Y/n was still alive, so Miranda counted the operation as a success. Whether or not Y/n's body took to the implant or not would only be revealed with time. Miranda gave Y/n one last look, certain that she wouldn't make it through the night, and then went outside to tell Alcina that she was finished.

"Is Y/n alive? Is she awake?" Alcina's questions came in a panicked flurry. Miranda held her hand up to silence the woman before she could ask anything else.

"Y/n is still alive, but it looks a little touchy. I can't control whether the implant takes or not, but you did the right thing by calling me here. Just keep an eye on her," Miranda said as her parting words. Alcina nodded grimly to herself as she watched Miranda leave the hallway. She didn't want to waste a second more out there, so Alcina rushed into Y/n's room.

It was difficult, seeing the woman look so small and broken. Alcina felt awful about the entire ordeal. She shouldn't have sent Y/n out into the village when Miranda had warned of unrest. Heisenberg had to be at the helm of it all. He hadn't been controlling his pests and they had run rampant through the village, ravaging everything that they could get their dirty little paws on.

"If they take you from me, my fury will know no bounds," Alcina promised as she took Y/n's hand in hers. Alcina had never noticed how much smaller Y/n really was compared to her. The woman had always been bigger than the staff, nearly equating to around the same size as her daughters. Now, Y/n felt like she was the size of a literal baby. Alcina had to be extra careful to avoid accidentally breaking Y/n even more than she had already been broken.

The hours ticked by as Alcina waited at Y/n's bedside for something to change. Y/n didn't so much as stir once, not even as Alcina got into bed with her. Alcina gently wrapped herself around Y/n to hold her. That didn't little to help Alcina's nerves about the situation. Now, she could feel Y/n's body try to fight through the fever and chills, as if she was being thrown between life and death.

"Mother?" Bela called out cautiously. Alcina glanced towards the door that was slowly being pushed open. Bela stood in front of her sisters, as if they were afraid to come in and see Y/n. Alcina hadn't forbidden it, but she had been abundantly clear that she didn't want Y/n to be disturbed or bothered. "I-is she okay?"

"I do not know yet," Alcina answered honestly. Behind Bela, Alcina heard muttering from Cassandra and Daniela. Bela nudged them out of the room quickly, and Alcina heard quiet sobs from one of her girls as the door shut. "I hope for all of our sakes, you find your way back to us."

Alcina stayed in bed with you all night, keeping a watchful eye on Y/n for as long as she could. Eventually, the warmth of Y/n's body in her arms lulled her to a fitful rest. She never drifted off into a deep sleep, and at the first sign of Y/n moving in her arms, Alcina was jolted awake.

"Huh?" Alcina looked all around the room before her eyes settled on Y/n. The two of them locked eyes, which was when Alcina finally realized that Y/n was awake. "You're awake. You're alive!"

"What happened to me? Something doesn't feel right," Y/n said as she started to sit up. She was swaying around a little, but had regained enough strength to sit up. "Alcina, what happened?"

"That's not important right now. All that matters is you're alive. Wait here, I've got to go tell that girls!" Alcina laid Y/n down to rest on her bed. Y/n watched as Alcina ran out of the room, yelling for each of the girls as she made her way down the hall. Y/n didn't like Alcina's obvious attempt at dodging the answer to her question, which meant that whatever happened to her was worse than what Alcina would eventually let on.

#my writing #one shot #resident evil x reader #resident evil #alcina dimitresu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu

[wannaeatramyeon]

highschooler!gun with a S/O who's shy, but like, really really really shy. Maybe it's because they r still just a teenager, but despite them literally being in a relationship with gun, even hearing the name of him was enough to paint their cheeks red, or in other words, having a huge crush on the stern n stoic school delinquent 🫠

This is just a mess of softness...

High School Gun x Shy!Reader: Blush

G/N.

It's Gun's name that is being mentioned but your ears that are burning.

You can't help it. Even thinking about your delinquent boyfriend sends your brain a bit haywire. The things you let him do to you. That you do to him. It's like everyone can tell you are branded by each other.

Which is silly and ridiculous, of course. Still, you can't help but think that everyone knows.

.

.

Gun said he likes your handwriting. It's an off the cuff compliment, said under his breath as he passed your desk. It shouldn't hold any weight but that was the first time you noticed him.

Cheeks turning red, and the splotchiness reaching all the way past your collar.

It was all downhill from there.

Maybe it was his own scruffy handwriting that captivated you. His chicken scratch that hardly anyone, even the teachers, could decipher except for you.

Or the slight smirk he gave you the first time you caught him smoking as you coughed and gagged on the stench.

On second thoughts, it was definitely when you were partnered for a project and you realised that beneath the bloodied and bruised knuckles, the larger than life reputation, that he could be quiet and unassuming and intelligent.

.

.

You ask him, when it's just the two of you, why he likes you back.

A timid country mouse like you seems awfully mismatched for an apex predator such as Gun Park.

Gun considers it for a moment. He doesn't tell you the usual things boyfriends tell their partners. Instead, he answers honestly and simply-

"You're uncomplicated." He doesn't mean it as an insult, and you don't take it that way. Then he adds with a quiet chuckle, brown eyes softening, "You're cute. I like making you blush."

.

.

Around others and in school, no one asks you about your odd closeness with the strange delinquent, and you don't feel compelled to tell.

No one asks Gun at the risk of being on the receiving end of his wrath.

Yet classrooms and hallways are perfect breeding grounds for gossip. For girls and boys alike to wonder what the relationship status is between you two, for them to recount the time Gun Park spoke to them and how dreamy he is.

It makes you blush recalling the things he says to you in private.

.

.

Gun loves to see you stutter and stammer, away from prying eyes.

In just his company where he can tease out your most furious flushes with the things he does, words he murmurs to you. How even holding your hand can immediately make your palms clammy and your body freeze.

It's dangerously endearing, and spills over into the public moments.

Gun sits next to you in classes most of the time now. Side by side, desks almost touching, gapless.

Curious looks are sent your way now and then. Gun ignores them, so you do too.

He holds your hands through the lessons, sometimes. Under the table, thumb running over your knuckles. A small squeeze when something is on his mind. His face still blank and uninterested at whatever the class topic is.

But then, after a while, he'll notice you watching him. Turning to you, raising his eyebrows like a silent challenging 'what', and a tiny quirk of the lips, for you.

You blush and your ears ring and you don't hear what the teacher says for the next minute.

All you can think of is your hand in his and the heat of Gun Park next to you.

#lookism #lookism x reader #lookism fics #gun park #gun park x reader #park jonggun #park jonggun x reader #wannaeatramyeon

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

i’m literally obsessed with your cowboy jason what’s he going to do about black mask?

"Didn't mean to horn in on your territory-"

"I'm just passin' through," Jason said shrugging, keeping his stance relaxed. He can feel you watching. Weighing options. And he just hoped if it came down to a fight in your yard you had sense enough to stay out of the way. But when he was you tighten your grip, he didn't think so. Damn. "The lady was kind enough to let me sleep in the loft for some handy work while I wait on my next job."

"What business you in?" he asked, sizing Jason up.

"Railroad." It was plausible enough. New lines were going in all over the place. And he was big enough- and rough enough no one tended to question it. He looked like he could swing hard with hammers or fists. And the hard muscle he'd seen you gawk at when he hauled water looked like it could pull a cart without a horse.

"Well," Black Mask said, smiling, "You ever want work that pays better, come find me. I could use a man like you."

"I might just," Jason said. "Hows about we leave the lady to her work and go grab a drink- Sherri-Anne should be opening up about now."

"Sounds like a plan. It's hotter than the devil's asshole out here."

And it was only by sheer force of will that Jason didn't cringe hearing a man say something like that in front of a lady- even if he knew you could swear a blue streak all on your own. And even if he thought it was fitting- especially when you whacked your thumb with a hammer or burnt the back of your arm when one of the girls startled you screaming bloody murder.

"It should only be an hour or so," you add helpfully, wiping your forehead with your sleeve to keep sweat from running into your eyes.

"Long enough for a beer," Jason nodded. Perfect. Long enough to plan. And if you were smart, long enough for you to send the girls to town to stay with the school mistress or the preacher and his wife.

"Tell Miss Sherri I sent you," you tell them. "She'll fix you up right."

"Yes ma'am," Black mask said, turning to appraise you again. And it was a look that made Jason have to take a deep breath. You were a good girl. Not a cow at the fair- next thing you know he'd be prying your mouth open to get a look at your teeth.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #ask answered #minors dni #reader insert #cowboy!jason

[azsazz]

Alpha Save Me

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Request from anon: Hello beautiful creature! I so so adore your writing it is very good! I don’t know if you take requests but can you write an Azriel Alpha and Omega Reader please? I hope that makes sense english isn’t my first language!

Warnings: Smut, you’re in heat and Az sees you through it. Like all smut. Like 3.3k worth of in-depth smut.

Word Count: 3,349

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The ground shakes when he lands and he’s growling at the dirtbag Illyrian alphas who gaze a little too long at the door to Rhys’ mother’s house. She’s away, having just met up with the High Lord before Azriel had been dismissed by her with a nod.

Rhys stands on the porch, arms crossed over his chest and leaning against the column so casually, like the horny bastards in front of his home aren’t bothering him in the slightest. Azriel is grateful, thinks he’ll become a great High Lord one day, when he grows up a little and stops baiting the older males at the war camps like the young princling he is.

The violet eyed male nods to him as he shoves his way up to the door, ignoring the muttered insults and assholes spitting at him, focused only on getting to you. 

The whole camp must know you’re in heat. An Illyrian omega was hard to come by, and females were looked down upon but omegas were worse off, treated like property when they should be praised. The women loathed you and all the alphas wanted to do was breed you, but you had presented later than most, and immediately you were in danger.

Your mother was close with Rhysand’s mother, whom she had brought you to as soon as you found out. Being the High Lord’s wife, she knew you would be safe in the most protected house in the camp. It was hard to leave your mother, your family, but Rhys’ mother had taken you in without a second thought and taught you how to make it through your first heat on your own.

You hadn’t even known about the three boys she was already looking after, all alphas and all having presented early, sniffing and huffing outside of your door throughout the entirety of it. They couldn’t help it, instinct was a bitch and that bitch was in heat.

After a good scolding from Rhys’ mother and being sent away until your heat was over, you found yourself as the honorary fourth member of their little pack. You’d learned that they’d literally fought their instincts, beating each other bloody in the training rings, the scent of you caught in the back of their throats. Not even the blood could get rid of it.

They’d protected you for years, and you’d always been a silent admirer of Azriel, who, even at the ripe age of 25, still covered his hands behind his back, ashamed of what had been done to him. 

He was gorgeous, they all were, but you found yourself pining after the shadowsinger, with his deep hazel eyes, cunning smiles, and witty remarks. The wingspan wasn’t something to overlook, either.

And it had been the happiest day of your life, when you’d gone into heat, finally working up the courage of being friends for so long if he would help you through it. In your haze you had confessed your feelings for him and while he thought that it was just your natural reaction – that you’d be saying this to any one of them in this position, he couldn’t help the stutter in his heart at your words.

Azriel had been crushing on you since your mother had brought you to them. He never quite got your scent out of his mind, and he’d fought harder that week than Rhys or Cassian had ever seen, baring his teeth and growling primally like his instincts had taken over him completely.

He could barely stay away when you went into your heats. He often lied to his brothers, telling them that he’d been sent on a mission from the High Lord, when in honesty he couldn’t stand to be that close to you and not be inside of you.

But the course of your friendship was changed forever after he’d helped you through that first one. He’d waited ten long years for you to ask him to help you, and after that first taste he knew that he was done and there was no getting rid of him.

And that was perfectly okay with you.

It’s Cassian who’s pacing outside of your door, worry wracking through his body. He’s chewing on his fingernails, hoping that Azriel gets back in time. The shadowsinger had made them both make a promise – when the High Lord had recruited him as his personal spy – that one of them take his place should you ever go into heat and need someone.

Azriel was a jealous male, growling and glaring at everyone who looked at you, holding you just a little bit tighter when you walked around together. He had gotten in more fights over you than he had when he was training in the camps, and he’d never lost a single one of them. Finally, he had someone who was his, who supported him and loved him, flaws and all.

When he told Rhys and Cassian that he trusted them enough with you in a fragile state, it took more than he was willing to admit. Long conversations with himself and with you, you had both agreed on this outcome. And although the thought of you with another male infuriated him to his very core, he would be less regretful if it were someone he trusted than a random alpha male.

The red siphoned warrior lets out a breath of relief when he sees Azriel, even though his pants are straining and sweat beads his forehead. A reaction any alpha would be having right now, one to mount the omega in heat. The shadowsinger snarls on instinct and the taller Illyrian steps away, falling back towards the front of the house to leave with Rhys.

Your scent hits him full force when he enters the room and it nearly brings him to his knees.

“Alpha,” you groan, because you’re in such a need for release that your mind is all fuzzy, but as soon as the musky smell of an alpha is near you become desperate with the need to be filled.

And your plea would hurt him if he didn’t understand the uncomfort you felt, burning in his own body, the feelings brushing up his spine from the bond.

“I should clean up,” he says but he doesn’t mean it. He’s sweaty, covered in grime and blood from the mission the High Lord had sent him on. Azriel had been exhausted from the long trip, half flying as fast as he could and winnowing the rest, all to make it to you before it was too late and one of his brothers had taken over.

The shadowsinger is nearly in a trance, eyes glued to the way you’re writhing desperately on the bed, fingers furiously fucking yourself, the smell of your slick overpowering and oh-so sweet.

He licks his lips as you whine, “No…don’t care. Need you, Az.”

And that settles it. His hands already fumbling for the ties on his leathers as he strides towards the bed. His breathing turns to pants the closer he gets, the scent of your pheromones has his cock straining against the tight material.

“Have you come yet?” he asks, kneeling at the foot of the bed, admiring every single inch of your naked body, gleaming and dewey with sweat in the setting sun peeking through the curtains. Gods, you were something else, all splayed out before him and desperate for his knot.

“Can’t.” You’d tried it all: your fingers, your toys, but nothing had been able to relieve even the slightest bit of the pain you were experiencing. “It hurts.”

“I know baby,” he soothes, taking your hand gently in his own and slowly pulling it out of you, ignoring your mewl from the loss. Azriel moves it up to his mouth, wrapping his lips around your wet fingers for his first taste of your slick and hums with delight.

“I thought your heat wasn’t until next week,” he comments, rubbing soothing circles into your thighs, admiring the dampness he finds there. You are so wet, dripping and ready for him, your cunt throbbing with need.

“Was thinking about you too much,” you groan, fingers twisting in the sheets, “Must’ve triggered it early.”

His pupils dilate and his eyes go wild with fervor. He knows how much you need it, your body quivering before him, and he can feel you through the bond, the bite he’s marked you with at the juncture of your throat, cock jumping with his own need as you bare your neck, showing off the brand.

He’s been away so long it looks less fresh than when he had left, when it had been completely mottled and red, the taste of it had his mouth numb with pleasure for hours.

His thumb circles your clit and you keen as he slips two fingers into you. They slide in with ease and you moan. You love his hands, the texture of the scarred flesh only adding to your satisfaction, but you need more than this, you want his knot.

“Please, Az,” you beg, writhing in the dampened sheets and whining like a pup, “It hurts.”

“I know,” he hushes, shushing you like a babe. His eyes don’t leave your dripping cunt, adding a third finger and picking up pace. “Give me one, just to take some of the edge off, Love.”

It comes quick, with a flick of his thumb and twist of his fingers you're falling over the edge, orgasming with a cry. Your mind is a haze between wanting more and enjoying the feeling, but it’s not his knot and your body knows it.

You lift your head to complain only for your response to catch in your throat as Azriel lowers his head, nose brushing against your clit as his tongue dips into your soaking heat, lapping your slick straight from the source.

His moan is broken as he licks you with fervor, the taste and noises spilling from your mouth only spurring him on.

And he loves it, your thighs shaking, gasps and pleas falling from your lips as your toes curl with every flick of his tongue. It’s his favorite thing, making you feel good, teasing you and testing how far he can take you while you’re in heat.

Your hips rise into his mouth and he presses a hand to your abdomen, pushing you back into the bed. Your back arches as he slurps, moving to your neglected clit and swirling his tongue around the nub before he’s sucking at it harshly, ripping another orgasm from your body.

He drinks every drop before resting his head on your thigh. He kisses the soft skin on each one before pushing them further apart and licking a long stripe up over your hole, clit, and climbs up your body, sloppy kisses pressed to flushed, dewey skin.

You groan as he tweaks your nipple with his fingers, then soothes it over with his tongue before continuing on his path to your lips. 

He noses over the faint outline of his teeth on your neck and you both shiver at the feeling. Your hands bury in his hair and he presses his forehead against yours, body pushing flat as you both shut your eyes, reveling in each other’s scent.

A sweet kiss is pressed to your lips and Azriel’s murmuring, “I missed you.”

“Missed you too,” you hum, bucking up into him, his thick length rubbing deliciously against your pussy, “But by the mother if you don’t get inside of me–”

“I love it when you get like this, all submissive and loud. Gods, it makes me want to breed you.”

You moan loudly at his words, rutting your hips harsher against his, “Breed me then, alpha. I’m yours.”

You moan into his mouth when he slides into you, easily filling you completely. He doesn’t give you a chance to catch your breath, he’s pulling out and pushing in just as fast and you keen at the sensation. Yes, this is what you were craving, waiting for all this time while he was on his way back, your alpha stuffing you full.

Azriel sets the pace, jackknifing into you like his life depends on it, like seeing your face as you fall over the edge into bliss is his one saving grace.

You lock your ankles around his waist, urging him on with pleas and kisses.

His hands clench your hips tighter as he tries and fails to hold back the string of curse words falling from his lips. He’s thrusting two, three, four more times before his knot is large enough to lock the two of you together. He collapses on top of you and he’s heavy but it’s surprisingly pleasing, his cock pulsing and body shaking with his orgasm. 

The sensation of him firmly attached to you and the pure euphoria as he spills his hot seed into you pushes you over the edge into your own climax, fingernails dragging down his slick back, avoiding the large wings spread wide around you.

The room goes quiet, only your breathing and his filling your ears. You feel so good, that need satiated for the time being, now that Azriel has knotted you. You know it’s just the start of your heat and your stomach flutters and cheeks redden at the thought of getting to do this all over again with your mate.

Sure, you and Azriel have sex often, and he’s amazing every single time, but it’s a whole different experience when you’re in heat. His words become filthier, more instinctual, and Godsdamn do you love it. The normally quiet shadowsinger loud and unabashed as those filthy words spill from his mouth.

Your pussy throbs at the thought, already ready for another round.

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You jolt awake from your light slumber, your heat never letting you fall into a deeper sleep, the uncomfortable feeling warm and buzzing beneath your skin. You need him again, desperately. 

Rolling over in Azriel’s arms, you rut against him and whimper, trying to wake him. He’s still snoozing, but your movements and cries pull him out of his own sleep, body on alert immediately due to the sounds you’re making.

“Love?” he slurs, arm tightening around you as he blinks the drowsiness from his eyes. 

“Please Az,” you mewl, “Please let me…need you so much.”

“Come on baby,” his cock is already hard and throbbing, his body's natural reaction to yours. “You’re dripping for me, aren’t you?” He says as you rut up against him again, whining in response. He helps you sit up, swinging a leg over his hips as he grips his prick in his hand, guiding it to your slick cunt, hissing when you sit down, taking him fully.

It’s messy and rough and you can’t even speak when Azriel takes over, gripping your hips harshly as he fucks up into you. Your head falls back on your shoulders and you feel so good, so full, you can hardly even breathe with how amazing it is, the warm coiling in your gut as he lets out a low guttural moan when his knot expands.

You collapse against his chest and he wraps his arms around you, holding you tight. You’re panting, heart beating rapidly against his, sated with his cock pulsing inside of you, but now that he’s awake, eyes filled with lust, drunk off of your scent, and he’s not ready to stop.

You gasp as he moves, his knot sinking deeper into you, “Az!”

“Need you to come again love,” he grunts, jerking his hips again and licking hot across your bond mark.

“Wha–” you slur, shuddering out a breath at his movements. It’s all too much, his knot thick and throbbing against your tight walls as you squirm. Every nerve in your body is on fire and you didn’t know how good it could be. This is something you and he had never done before but you’re thankful he did, even if you are so sensitive right now, intense and satisfying in the best of ways.

“Fuck (Y/N)...you feel so good,” he whispers, nipping and nuzzling into the column of your throat. “You can do it.”

“Az,” you whimper, “I don’t think–”

He cuts you off with a desperate, bruising kiss against your lips. “You can baby, trust me. If you really can’t I’ll stop but I know you can. Be good for me.”

You clutch at him, fingernails scraping down his muscled torso and he hisses as you scratch over his pert nipple.

It’s driving you insane and then he’s sliding a hand between the two of you, pressing it against your abdomen like he’s trying to feel himself inside of you and that’s what does it, has you orgasming again with a cry of pleasure, eyes rolling back in your head, slick dripping down your thighs and over his.

You’re shaking to the bone as you chant his name over and over again until it stops. And it doesn’t stop for a long long time.

“See?” Azriel whispers, brushing back the hair on your forehead, matted with sweat. “I knew you could do it.”

You sigh at the praise, humming lazily in response, already halfway to sleep. He lets you stay, holding you close and breathing in your scent as you drift off, whimpering every so often as his cock pulses and his seed spills into you.

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The next few days are filled with nothing more than raw, frantic, passionate sex. You can’t get enough of each other and just when he thinks you’ll pass out with exhaustion, the lust ignites and you’re begging the other for more.

He gets you to drink and eat when he can, when you’re sated from release and before you fall into sleep. He admires you when you do, thumb stroking over your cheek as he thinks about you. Everything that he loves about you, so entirely happy that he’s found his mate so young, and even though he’s been through a lot, the Mother has finally given him a break in life when she pushed him into you that cold morning.

Your heat breaks five days later and you wake up no longer burning with need. You lie side by side under the blanket, talking, voices teasing, enjoying each other’s presence and finally getting to chat about something more than dirty talk and lust fuelled words.

You spend the day like this, lazy and pressed skin to skin, sleeping most of the day away when you’re not talking, hands roaming each other’s skin languidly, until the hunger hits and you both opt for cleaning up.

Azriel helps you to the washroom, settling in behind you to scrub your back. You love when he gets like this, after your heat or his rut he’s so caring, so in love with you, never more than a few steps away, sweeter than ever.

Rhys and Cassian are waiting for you when you emerge from the bedroom, cheeky grins plastered across their faces as they fill their plates with food. You roll your eyes, sliding into your seat across from Cassian, an easy smile of your own across your lips.

Azriel takes the empty spot next to you, wrapping a hand around the back of your chair and tugging you closer to his side, a warning glare aimed at his brothers.

You bite your lip, stomach fluttering at his territorial instincts, to protect what’s his. You secretly love it, your big, possessive alpha.

And Cassian, having no boundaries at all, is the one to comment first, his smile a slash from ear to ear, “So, how was it? Did Az get the job done, (Y/N)?”

Your mate growls primitively next to you and you silence him with a gentle hand rested upon his knee.

“More than,” you hum, eyes sparkling as you look over at the shadowsinger beside you. He gives you a small smirk in return before you’re moving your gaze back to the cheeky alphas in front of you, “Now pass the roast, Cassian.”

#Azriel #AZ #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel smut #alpha!azriel #omega!reader #a/b/o #acotar #acomar #acowar #acomaf #azriel/reader #azriel/you #azsazz #youngadult!batboys

[hhighkey]

Nanami Kento Headcanons

AGE GAP SERIES - GENERAL

f!reader

series: how you met,

the most perfect man

you’re a good amount of years younger than him let’s say between 5-7 years for our sake but i feel like you gotta be old enough to drink for this man to consider

be prepared to be courted

like properly taken out on dates, sent flowers, constant calls, and check-ins

you’ll never be left on the dark with this man

never opening a door around him i am convinced

i saw someone say he’d keep his hands on your waist as someone’s passing by to move you and ugh yes

lowkey dads you

will straight up scold you if you’re being a brat or doing something risky

sometimes he’s a little too mature for your liking, you’re upset and just looking for an argument and he doesn’t argue. he wants to communicate- you’ve never had that before and it’s foreign

he can be impatient about detrimental things, childish things, but he’s always patient with you

or tries to be patient… will always listen to you ramble and try to see it from your side. but he’s like wow that’s such an immature way of thinking and just has to deal with it

i imagine if you vape it pisses him off sm he’ll just rip it out of your hand and scold you idk why i had this thought

you’re literally his perfect girl

he adores you in every way

calls you dear and honey

always walks behind you when going up stairs so no one looks at your ass

always brings a jacket when you two go out, regardless if he needs it because you always do even when you insist you don’t

he’ll go to the bar with you and your friends ofc if you ask, but he’ll feel out of place. he’s more of the fine establishments type person where everyone’s dressed up and that’s where he’d prefer to spend his time off with you besides home

loves spoiling you

loves watching you get flustered as you’re not used to it- pretty jewelry and bags make you red in the face

you’re just always trying to tell him you don’t need all that stuff like you’re good!

friends joke he’s your sugar daddy (he borderline likes it too)

you’re a civilian as i can see him needing a constant to come home to

loves when you are just hanging out and you lay your head on his lap so he can play with your hair and keep you close

but that means you’re stuck worrying a lot

sometimes turns into him having to console you and support you over his career more so than anything else

which you feel so guilty but you’re too young to deal with the emotions and be able to set them aside to support him

but you try- like shoulder massages after a hard job, sitting with him in silence until he’s ready to talk

you see him all bloody once as he had a tough job, gojo got you from school (pls why do i see you being a grad student) or work

and you’re traumatized seeing him beat up like that- he’d wait days sometimes to see you again to rid of major injuries

you don’t know how to handle it. you don’t know if you can handle it but you love him

sometimes the age gap does take its toll on both of you

you still love going out, drinking, making dumb decisions not ready for the real world whereas he’s cynical about life, works tirelessly

i would say that’s where all the arguments stem from

his frustration with your actions and lack of care towards yourself. you can barely cook to save your life, you hardly do laundry, and you’re deathly hungover when he wants to get breakfast

why doesn’t he want to get black out drunk with you? he doesn’t want to go to girls night? or why is he still at work late? you’ll blame gojo for that one

it probably forces y’all to sit down and really talk about what you both want out of the relationship

which is each other

i wanna write so much age gap stuff for him

nsfw

dom! pleasure dom like always complimenting you and singing you praise about how good you feel

if he’s your first- he’ll take that very seriously

gentle with you like you’d break in his arms

walks you through everything he’s doing

preps you so perfectly, making you finish with his tongue before he even touches you, is very big on foreplay always

is more for your pleasure than his own

large :)

stretches you out, your gasping for him as you grasp his biceps

calls you princess in bed

“such a good girl.”

“so tight for me.”

“you like that?”

“feel so good around my cock.”

“c’mon princess, come for me.”

teases you so much, has you begging for him to fuck you, touch you, let you finish

king of aftercare with baths and cuddles aw

#i’m so obsessed with this man #kento is the epitome of perfection #husband material #nanami kento #kento x y/n #nanami headcanons #nanami x reader #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujustu kaisen #gojo satoru #inumaki toge #itadori yuji

[arzuera]

Danny thought his most bizarre experience is being summoned by cultists as the Ghost King. Turns out his current predicament beats it by flying colors as he is currently bound as sacrifice for his own summoning circle.

He knew that his luck was bad but he didn’t think that it would be THIS bad. Dozens of cultists circled the raised ritual table and he was beginning to wonder if there would be an opportunity to free himself or not. Was it possible to die in his own summoning circle? Or would it just create some sort of endless paradox of life and death as he arose in his ghost form only to be sacrificed in his human one? This was something that had never been encountered before. There was no one to ask. Clockwork might know the outcome but unless it horrendously affected the time stream, odds are the ancient wasn’t going to interfere. So that left Danny with only one option. He had to get out of this himself.

But how was he going to do that without outing his alternate identity?

Just as he was pondering on using some of his ghostliness to freeze everyone in place, there was a loud explosion that shook the entire room. Several of the cultists scattered but the core ones remained in their spots so that the ritual wasn’t broken. The circle had begun to glow an ominous green as the ritual began to enter its beginning stages. Shouts and flashing lights followed as the newcomers stormed their way up the stairs toward the summoning. Danny sighed to himself in relief.

Maybe he wouldn’t have to do anything after all.

“Alright, you bloody show ponies. Step away from the circle and no one gets… Oh, bloody hell.” A familiar blonde man in a trench coat knocked anyone who tried to stop him out of his way. Only to stop when he saw the circle and the sacrifice who rested upon it. “Don’t you think this is a bit much? If you wanted to get my attention you have my fucking cellphone number for Christ's sake.”

Danny gave the man a wicked grin. His eyes lit up at the newest arrival. “But you know I have a flair for the dramatics, Constantine. Someone has to shake things up once in a while.” This was too good. The halfa flopped his head back against the table and wiggled in his restraints. “Please, save me! I am just a poor innocent young lad about to have his life cut short too soon to bring upon the end of the world.”

Constantine rolled his eyes at the theatrics. “Only one of those things is true and here I was calling these guys the show ponies. Hang on, your majesty. I’ll get you out in a minute.”

“Your majesty?” One of the cultists in the circle looked at the magician as he spoke. Only to be blasted off the circle by a fireball.

“Yep. I was told someone was trying to do something stupid and when I get here I find that they are trying to sacrifice someone stupid.” The magician sent several more of the cultists sprawling out of their positions with the lights of the summoning circle began to dim. “How did this even happen?!”

Danny hummed to himself as lights of magic flashed around him with the screams of cultists following soon after. “Well, it’s kind of a funny story actually. You see I was on a field trip to one of those ancient catacombs… you know… the ones where they have the bodies in the mass graves under the city?”

Another cultist was knocked out of place and the circle’s power diminished further. “Yeah, the Catacombs de Paris? Didn’t know that they did field trips to places like that.” Constantine walked up to Danny and waved his hand over the restraints. The ropes loosened and the teen sat up rubbing the spots where the skin was rubbed raw.

“Yeah, that place! And what did you expect from a school trip for Amity Park students? Our town is literally a portal to hell at this point. Why not see what other creepy places have to offer? We gotta broaden our horizons somehow.” Danny said and wiggled his toes. He ducked his head when a cultist went to grab him and Constantine sent another fireball sending them flying.

“Okay, and how does that lead you to become a sacrifice for your own circle?” Constantine asked once the last cultist was no longer within earshot. He grabbed the kid and started chanting a teleportation spell to get them to a nearby safe haven.

Danny allowed himself to rag doll in the adult's grip with a chuckle. “Oh! Well, apparently I give off a massive death aura when I come into contact with sites that contain a lot of death and tragedy. Some of the culty guys here were able to pick up on that and long story short… I’m posing pretty for you on a cool Gothic table.”

With a brilliant flash of light, the two were transported to the roof of a nearby hotel. Constantine released the boy, who fell to the ground with an ‘uff’, to pull out a cigarette and take a long drag from it. “Do you have any idea what could have happened to you if they had succeeded?”

“Honestly? No. In all of the Infinite Realm's history, there has never been a halfa as king. So there has never been an instance of mistaken identity like this before. However, thanks for the save. I wasn’t sure how I was going to get out of that without revealing who I was and it’s not like I could kill them.” Danny gave a small smile as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. That was a lie. He could kill them easily. But that was a line that he wouldn’t cross if he couldn’t help it.

Constantine remained quiet for a moment. Just allowing himself to finish his cigarette before speaking again. “So do you need me to bring you back to your class or…?”

“Oh no! No no! I don’t think the teachers even noticed I’m gone. So I’ll just pop back into my hotel room.” Twin rings of light washed over Danny as he spoke and he gave the magician a bright smile. “And don’t worry, now that I know this can happen, I’ll have a plan to escape for next time. C’ya later, Constantine!” Turning invisible, Phantom flew off using the GPS in his phone to take him back to his hotel.

Sam and Tuck were going to be so mad about this.

#dp x dc #danny phantom crossover #danny phantom #john constantine #ask game

[bri-the-fando-meister]

Girl Of His Dreams, Literally

Female Reader x Minho

Simple summary: You were a girl, the boys didn't expect your feisty attitude because of that, all but one of them at least. He saw you for the 'first' time, he, he recognized you, and you did too. You even knew his name.

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You woke in a metal box, scraping of metal pinching your ears with their sharp sound. You looked around your area and saw boxes and bags all labeled with the same word, WICKED.

You weren't scared when the top of your box opened, you wore more intrigued than anything. Light flooded the box, revealing silhouettes of bodies looking at you, craning their necks, surprised by something.

"The actual shuck, you guys seeing what I am" a voice gasped, a boy it sounded like. Multiple other voices said the same thing back to the first boy, "yes."

"What the hell are you weirdo freaks talking about?" you asked, firmly. "Also, get me out of this useless box, I want to see your faces"

One of the boys, most likely the leader jumped into the box. The leader spoke.

"Huh, you're a girl. Never had us a girl greenie before." He pointed out, "Can you remember anything about you? Your name? Where you came from"

"Yeah, I remember my name, a bunch of other stuff too" you looked at a pile of crates, and decided they would make good stairs. "Unfortunately for you my friend, I think our chat here is done."

And with that you swiftly swung your body around the boy and floated up the 'stairs' finding yourself surrounded by multiple boys, at least fifty of them staring at you.

One of them put their hands on your shoulders, holding you from behind. Probably so you didn't try to escape again. "Now why don't you slim it nice and cool, we just want to help you" the boy behind you said, he had a nice smooth and comforting accent.

One grabbed your arm, and you didn't like that.

"Get your bloody hands off of me" you yelled at the one who grabbed your arm. You swung your fist at him, making impact. He let go, yelping in pain.

You were shocked that you had done that, but it's not like the boy didn't deserve it.

The boy who had their hands on your shoulders moved their hands to your wrists, and swiftly pulled them behind your back, so you were unable to inflict more damage to anyone else.

"I thought I told you to calm down, did I not." the boy said.

You struggled to find your voice in the moment, you looked behind you and saw that he was close. "You did, but yet again, I think our chat here is done."

You swung your leg back, aiming for his shins. But he must have known what you were doing and dodged it. "Now, now. I am going to put you in the slammer if you do much more of this klunk. Am I understood?"

"Yes, you are understood. Now what the fuck do you want with me?" You put as much sass into your voice, just to annoy them.

"I am going to let you go now, try anything and my friends here will stop you. We want to ask you a few questions, about what you know." the boy warned.

"Wait, is that boy. M- Minho here? Was he sent to your maze?" you asked, you remembered him, and something about the maze and him being sent you were unsure why you remembered that information, but you just did. "We were friends before he was sent away, to a maze, that's all I can remember"

"You know Minho?", "Shuck, he won't be back for an hour still.", "Is she a spy?" all the boys were muttering to themselves.

You knew this was the moment you could sprint of and hide, while they were distracted. Most were talking to the boy you left in the box, so now was your chance.

You began a sprint, like a run for your life.

Found a tree and swiftly swung yourself through the branches, you were at least 15-20 meters into the air, so you stopped.

You were there for a solid hour, yet none of the boys had come close to finding you.

You had been looking at that big gap in the walls, wondering what was there, and then you saw him. The boy, Minho. He came out of the walls.

You jumped out of the tree, from about 5 meters off of the ground of course. But you horribly judged the distance, you were easily 10 meters off of the ground instead.

Doing this resulted in you screaming as you fell, but hey, you got Minho's attention. Maybe it was because you just fell out of a bloody tree, 10 meters up.

While you were falling, your shirt got snagged on a branch, slowing your fall drastically. Only having gotten a small blow to the head rather than almost definite death you were relieved. You saw the boy and yelled his name before you blacked out "Minho!"

The boy was close when you jumped, so he got to you within a matter of seconds.

"Holy shit, her back is all cut up, and her head is bleeding so much." He didn't even notice that you called his name until the original shock wore off. "How the fuck-"

"Minho, what happened to her?" the boy with the smooth accent asked.

"I don't know, I came through the doors and she jumped out of the tree, she got caught on a branch and continued to fall, then she yelled my name out" Minho said, out of breath and shocked.

"Yeah, we were gonna tell you that the greenie somehow knew your name, and that this place is a maze." The other boy spoke nervously.

"Look, Newt, I don't care what she knows at the moment. What I think we should care about is that she is losing a lot of blood"

"Are you two going to talk like I am not here" you groggily spoke, you were out of it. And you were out of it again as quick as you were back to reality.

"Right, Minho. Can you keep an eye on her, I am getting Clint"

"Fine, but straight after that I need to go to the map room"

The Clint boy arrived with Newt and they had to carry you to the homestead, so your injuries could be treated.

"Ok greenie, I am going to need to do some stitches on your back. The thing is, we can't knock you out, we either have to wait till' you are asleep which isn't a good idea, or we will do it now with you conscious"

"Just do it know, the pain can't get any worse"

A few of the boys held your arms and legs down, one gave you a shirt to bite onto. "Why are you guys holding me?"

"Because it hurts, it hurts a lot. We don't want you flailing around"

You felt the sting of antiseptic dribbling onto your back and your head, both at the same time.

"Great, two things hurting at once. Must be two people doing it" you thought to yourself.

Then came the excruciating feeling of hot metal plunging deep into your skin followed by the sensation of your skin being pulled together. Thankfully there was only one gash on your back that needed 6 stitches.

You were fighting of the urge to fling your arms and legs back and stop the near torturous experience. That only caused more pressure to be forced on your limbs, the boys were practically crushing your arms and legs.

Turns out they wanted to do your back, then your head because only one of the first aiders knew how to do sutures with wounds as deep as yours.

The boy doing your stitches soon moved onto your head, he had to bandage it and stitch it up.

He began to sew your head back together and it was absolutely excruciating, you were happy, it was so painful that you became unconscious.

You awoke to the boys staring at you, your instinct told you to run away but the boys obviously knew because you still felt hands on your arms.

"Sooo, can I like, go now?"

"Sorry but we can't let you, nobody can go, and we need to ask you a few questions - How do you know Minho? Where did you come from? Minho says he recognizes you."

"Newt, stop. Let me talk to her. I think she is scared of you"

"Hey there, how you feeling?" Minho spoke so softly as not to scare you. "I know you know me, and I recognize you, I get these dreams, and you are in them. Is, is your name Y/n?"

"Yes Minho, I am so glad you remember me. I, I got picked, they chose me. I wasn't scared, and I managed to remember you, and them I remember WICKED. We will get out in due time, but I can't speak anymore."

"Why Y/n? Why can't you speak?"

"It's the beetle blades, and the elites. They are listening to EVERYTHING."

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I might make a part 2, in all due time, I have like 10 different ideas for plots floating through my head. This one has been in my drafts for weeks so, I kinda had to get it done. Sorry for ending on a cliffhanger too, I want people to sit there and imagine what would happen next.

#maze runner #the maze runner #tmr minho #tmr gally #tmr books #tmr minho imagine #tmr minho x reader

[infiniteeight8]

Prompts, you ask? May I request… vampire Stephen? Literally anything vampire Stephen related, it’s practically ambrosia to me

Thank you to everyone that sent new prompts! :D  I have seven in the queue now, so it might take me a couple days to get to yours, but I will get to them!

For this one, I had no idea how much I needed this prompt until I got this prompt. :D I also adore vampire Stephen! 

*

It takes Tony six months of determined, bloody-minded stubbornness—pun very much intended—to convince Stephen to bite him. 

Stephen insists on doing it during the day, so that he’s weaker, and immediately after he’s eaten, having had twice as much blood as normal, and with Wong just a shout away. Tony managed not to mock all the precautions only because Stephen’s fear of hurting him is absolutely transparent, and Stephen is rarely so easy to read.

But eventually, arguments won, safeguards in place, Stephen sits next to Tony on the couch and leans in and carefully, delicately, sinks his fangs into Tony’s throat.

The pleasure is immediate. Tony moans deeply as it swells inside of him, not starting at his throat but blooming throughout, as if every cell is radiating it. He brings a hand up to hold Stephen close. He’s barely sipping at Tony, but every soft, light suck makes Tony’s whole body throb. At length, Stephen pulls away. Tony lets him go, pleased to see how blown Stephen’s eyes are, how flushed he is. Some of that color in his cheeks is Tony’s now. 

“It’s different,” Stephen says, almost reverent.

Tony blinks. “Did you think it wouldn’t be?” Stephen looks chagrined, and Tony forces himself to swallow a laugh. “Babe. Biting into a steak is not the same as giving someone a hickey. Same theory applies.”

“You shouldn’t know more about this than me,” Stephen grumbles.

This time the laugh escapes, but Stephen is mollified with another nibble.

And then somewhat more than a nibble.

#IronStrange #ficlet #vampire Stephen

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐅𝐚𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 & 𝐌𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

ESFP

Gryffindor

Neutral Good

Libra Sun, Leo Moon, Cancer Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿    

・You were an outcast.

・Your family wanted nothing to do with you

・All because of your love of magic

・You couldn't satiate the hunger you had for wanting to know more. To understand the world around you.

・Feyre had gotten curious about your cottage in the middle of the woods. Not like the Weaver, but a welcoming home that seemed to buzz with ... magic

・When a certain High Lord problem arose, and even Amren couldn't find the answer - they sent Mor to see if you would help

・What the High Lord needed was in one of your books, but you couldn't find which one.

・So everyday, Mor was sent to help you look amongst the thousands of books that you kept in your library

・You had the ability to think things up and create them. Like illusions but ... real. Except you needed to use all your senses to have the essence of said thing and then, you were able to create it. Or ... duplicate it.

・You couldn't bring anyone back from the dead, or duplicate a human being.

・But magical objects - you just had to hold them, see, feel, smell. And at times ... yes, taste. The more you were able to use all of your senses, the more real it would be.

・That's how you were able to create your library. You literally took it from your favourite library in Prythian.

・When Rhysand gave Mor the order to get your help, she shrugged her shoulders and asked "why me? why not Amren?"

"Because Amren is looking into something else for me" (aka Amren is too mean and scary so I'm sending you, so be as charming as you can be)

・You both bonded over being kicked out of your family. With Mor not wanting to marry, and you being a witch.

・It's how you started to open up to her. Especially when you were forced to spend hours together on missions.

・Mor is a very affectionate person. For example, you'll casually sit on each other's lap when around other people, constantly hold hands, and always have a hello and goodbye kiss.

・She is a BIG grudge holder

・And if someone hurts you, insults you behind your back, or even looks at you the wrong way; she will hate them for eternity.

・In the early part of your professional relationship, Mor invited you to meet Rhysand and Feyre - your High Lord and High Lady.

・You were thrilled and when you walked inside, you saw a flushed Feyre with one earring in.

"Oh, hello!" She said, and invited you in. "I just have to find my other earring ... it was birthday present from Rhys... oh god Mor can you help me find the other?"

"Ugh, I - I can help," you said, stepping forward.

"That's so kind, but you're a guest! There's drinks in this room over here," but you interrupted her and explained your power.

・Holding the earring in your palm, you counted the stones, felt the ridges and different parts of the piece. And with a flash of light, another one had appeared.

"Oh!" Feyre said, her face pure with amazement. "We're definitely keeping you."

・And that's how you became apart of the Inner Circle. Along with the growing relationship with Mor, you were also a prized member. Able to duplicate weapons, food, clothes.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

I Don’t Know What I’m Doing But At Least I’m Alive, Right? (You) x You’re Doing Great, Sweetie! (Mor)

Madly In Love (Mor) x Ridiculously Oblivious (You)

 Opposites Attract

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆  

Accidental confession during the heat of the moment/fight

Forced Proximity

Found Family

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Karchata by Folknery

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, I bloody mean it. 

・Mor is so passionate; there is so much love in her heart that she could explode from it

・So when she's able to touch you, she shows you just how much she loves you

・Leaving warm kisses all over your body, her hands never leaving your exposed flesh.

"I" *kiss* "love" *kiss* "you" *kiss*

・There's also a lot of fucking after an argument, just angry, passionate sex.

・Mor loves adventurous sex - almost getting caught is part of the fun. Even when you're at home, Mor doesn't shut the curtains.

・She's both a dom and a sub. But has a lot more experience than you do. As she's experimented more.

・Likes to leave love bites on your neck, but you feel so embarrassed when other people notice them.

#witchthewriter #witch the writer's headcanons #the morrigan #headcanons #witchery #witch the writer's moodboards #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #a court of silver flames #a court of wings and ruin #mbti #tropes #relationship #relationship tropes #girlfriend headcanons #bisexual #pansexual #lgbt #feyre archeron #rhysand #mor #mor headcanons #morrigan headcanons #mor x you #mor x y/n #the morrigan headcanons

[wordsinhaled]

every so often i forget crowley IS a canonical hozier enjoyer and then i remember

and i know everyone’s heard “take me to church,” but like, listen. it really is the most crowley song???

the only heaven i’ll be sent to is when i’m alone with you

if i'm a pagan of the good times, my lover's the sunlight. to keep the goddess on my side she demands a sacrifice; drain the whole sea, get something shiny (acts of service crowley acts of service crowley acts of service crowley)

something meaty for the main course; that's a fine-looking high horse. that looks tasty—that looks plenty—this is hungry work (“have an ox-rib…”)

and then i picture crowley after aziraphale leaves - lying on the floor of his new flat, all concrete and sharp edges again. newly moved in, and he’s listening to unreal unearth and staring up at the ceiling

i mean, have you actually imagined crowley hearing “first time” after aziraphale goes back to heaven?

remember once i told you about how before i heard it from your mouth my name would always hit my ears as such an awful sound

this life lived mostly underground, unknowing either sight not sound, ‘til reaching up for sunlight just to be ripped out by the stem; sensing only now it’s dying, drying out then drowning blindly, blooming forth its every color in the moments it has left to share the space with simple living things; infinitely suffering but fighting off, like all creation, the absence of itself

the last time it was heard out loud, the perfect genius of our hands and mouths were shocked to resignation as the arguing declined; when i was young i used to guess, are there limits to any emptiness? when was the last time? c’mere to me, when was the last time?

and “francesca”???

if someone asked me at the end, i’d tell them “put me back in it.” darling, i would do it again. if i could hold you for a minute, darling, i’d go through it again. though i know my heart would break, i’d tell them “put me back in it.” i would not change it each time. heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i

“who we are”???

you and i burned out our steam chasing someone else’s dream; how can somethin’ be so much heavier but so much less than what it seems? darling, we sacrificed, we gave our time to something undefined. this phantom life sharpens like an image, but it sharpens like a knife

i literally think he’d have to turn off “first light” after the first verse

you know he’d track down mister andrew hozier byrne just to ramble at him over a whisky, you just couldn’t leave off at “from eden,” could you, when i said ‘have at it’ i meant, y’know, that thing artists do, what is it? artistic liberties, not a bloody prophecy

poor crowley being subjected to this record. i feel for him, i really do

#good omens #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #anthony j crowley #hozierposting don’t mind me

[the-wales-5]

"Strength & stay"

30th November 2023.

His emotions already were at a high level as he straightened his bow tie, but after hearing the words “Your royal highness..” and knowing it was directed at Catherine, he swore that if he could, he would step towards that man and would punch him. Instead, he tried to hide his anger and just quickly walked to the front. He needed to see her to check if she was alright.

A hand on her stomach in a protective gesture, downward gaze, and slightly hunched posture. In a second, Catherine became nervous despite the strength & ability to stay calm she had in herself most of the time over the years. She was never looking straight to the cameras in the past, but at that moment, she wanted all of the media gathered in front of her to go away.

William stood there, waiting for her and ready to help her. Within seconds, Catherine noticed him and sent him a little smile with a sign of relief. Time stopped for the two of them. Initially, William wanted to put his hand on her back in a usual protective gesture, but when he saw her lifted hand, he read her mind.

Soon, their hands were intertwined. Catherine held onto him stronger than usual. She needed his touch to get courageous, and William knew that. Holding hands were over after a few seconds. William put his hand on his wife's back, not simply leading her this time but shielding her. Literally. Their height difference, though not that noticeable when the Princess of Wales wore high-heels, now was helpful.

When he made sure that not even one camera on the side was able to get a glimpse of her, he looked back as if he wanted to tell that rude, shameless guy “Stay away from my wife”. They walked past the wall where it was written “Royal Variety Performance 2023”. They did not stop and pose there, nor waited for Crown Princess Victoria and Prince Daniel, who joined them for this year's event.

Yet before the performance started, the prince and princess of Wales met Hannah Waddingham, who attended the recent Earthshot Prize Ceremony in Singapore. Catherine was smiling, and so were her eyes when she was looking at her husband. Soon, the prince of Wales also began to feel relaxed. He was seen laughing a few times during the show.

*

They left the Royal Albert Hall, and after saying goodbye to the hosts, they sat down in the car.

“How are you feeling now?” William's wife quietly asked him

He hid a sigh and said “I'm fine”, but Catherine asked once again as she placed her hand on his.

“It is so frustrating to hear these people screaming to get your reaction after those false bloody accusations in that book” William said and looked at her “Are you okay now?” .

Catherine nodded and weakly smiled at him. She kissed him on the cheek and whispered “You do not have to worry about me. I have never been a weak person, right?”

William smiled a little bit as he said “Of course, but those questions today...”

“Today I simply needed to get a little bit of courage from my husband. That's it” Catherine smiled as she squeezed his hand

“I am so proud of you” he replied and wanted to kiss her, but instead of doing that, he simply brushed some hair away from her face. Kate shyly smiled in response.

“In moments like this, under so much pressure and frustration, I am always wondering about one thing, Kate” He said as he looked into her green eyes “Why have you chosen this life? You could literally have anyone. All the other guys in Fife, they were obsessing over you”

Catherine tried not to smile as she said “Well.. They were obsessing over me, but that did not flatter me as much as your ‘innocent’ stares. You know, sometimes it was difficult not to notice. And nowadays it also happens. I see everything” she said.

It was followed by the sweetest sound ever, or at least William described her laughter like that in his thoughts. After a few seconds, Catherine spoke up again:

“This is exactly what I mean. An ‘innocent’ stare at me”.

William shyly smiled, and their fingers were locked within seconds.

*

After they returned home, the princess went to the bathroom.

Meanwhile, her husband checked on their children. All of them were sleeping soundly, and he smiled while again thinking about them and the life he shared with Kate.

Even after all these years with her, he still couldn't believe that a woman like her fell in love with him, with a man whose life was more than troubling with the trauma after losing his mother, media intrusion, pressure and other things that he hated.

After taking a shower himself a few minutes later, he went to the living room and poured some wine for Catherine and himself.

She came there a few minutes later after checking on George, Charlotte and Louis.

“Are we going to drink alcohol tonight?”

“We're just going to talk about a few things, my adorable Kate” William replied and smiled.

“What things?”

“It has been a while since we had time just for ourselves like this, hasn't it?”

“Yes, but why now? It's late”.

William put a glass of wine in her hand “It is indeed late, but this is the only time when we can talk peacefully”

“It is not our university time anymore, I'm sorry”.

They both giggled and sat on the sofa while looking at one another. Catherine said quietly

“But I am not looking glamorous anymore either. I wiped all of my makeup away”

William shook his head before taking the first sip of wine. After a second, he said “You look even better without all that makeup, Kate”.

She blushed a little but then cleared her throat and said whilst looking at his face. “From the moment you asked that question in the car, I have been wondering about the same thing. Why did you choose me when you literally could have anyone? Other girls were crazy about you. They were basically hiding in every corner of the university. Meanwhile you tried to find a moment to talk with me while going to the lectures together anyway. I know I was often called “beautiful Kate”, but I was shy”.

“That is the official version for our engagement interview. What is the truth, William Wales?” She teased him

William smiled and finally took a sip of wine. “This is why you were special”

“This is the truthful version, Kate. You were special. Honest, kind and, as they all said, beautiful as well”.

“I was just your friend at first. There is nothing special about that”

“Every single day with you has been and is special, Catherine. And from the moment I saw you for the first time, I knew that. I simply knew that you were extraordinary”.

She laughed as she teased him again “Wow, either that wine worked unbelievably fast or you are getting that romantic mood again”

“On which option do you bet?” William smiled

“The first one” she said and winked before bursting out into laughter.

William was looking at her and caressing her hand while she was still laughing.

She looked at him after a few seconds “What? Why are you staring at me?”

“I just fell in love with you again” William said

Catherine giggled “Stop that”

“I'd never understand why a girl like you fell in love with with me though”

“Well, there were plenty of reports in the media over the years” she said and took another sip of wine

“I am asking you about the reality, Miss Middleton”

“The truth is that you were sincere, handsome, and, well, funny” she said

“See? I was right in that interview after our engagement was announced” He teased her again and they both giggled.

William looked into her eyes and then gently kissed her on the forehead. After that kiss, he caressed her cheek and whispered “It is so relieving to see you laughing like this, to see your eyes shining. For years, I knew that you would badly suffer from media scrutiny, and I really wanted to protect you from it”

“And you're succeeding each time, no matter what happens. You're with me. That gives me enough strength to go through these times” His wife weakly smiled as she squeezed his hand in hers.

“There is nothing I would not do to make you feel secure. I am aware that I failed many times” he said

“It isn't true” Catherine replied confidently and took another sip of wine.

Tears filled William's eyes as he stared at her face and whispered “Remember that you are my everything. You will always be safe”.

Kate wiped his tears and nodded, but he ran his fingers through her hair, saying: “No, you don't know. You have no idea how many things I can yet sacrifice for you and your safety, Catherine”.

There was a silence between them for a few seconds. Neither of them knew what to say, but William's wife could feel that his words were sincere. Within seconds, she put her lips on his, but it was not a deep kiss, rather a soft brush against his lips. One of those simple and intimate moments they often shared in the first months of the courting phase at St. Andrews University.

“Oh, that romantic mood of yours still hasn't faded” Catherine chuckled a little, but then her facial expression changed to a more serious one and she whispered “Now I feel exactly like during that flirting stage when we used to almost run away from everyone and you'd kiss me in the same way. It was so embarrassing, overly sentimental” Catherine finished her sentence with a theatrical roll of her eyes and giggled.

William pulled her in a hug and their soft kiss was repeated, this time it was started by him.

“It still feels like our first kisses” he said

“There's no need to rewind those ‘overly sentimental’ moments in your memories, Kate. I almost never do that, because we still are in that phase nowadays” William said

“You definitely are, sometimes” Catherine chuckled and covered her face in hand.

“With you, it's simple to get in that mood, Miss Middleton. Actually, every single thing is so simple with my adorable Kate” he said and traced her face dimples with his fingertips.

Catherine blushed a little and tried to avoid his blue eyes. At that moment, her whole body was relaxed, bad memories of the Royal Variety Performance beginning vanished from her mind completely. All of a sudden, it was her who sent her husband ‘an innocent stare’ and a little smile appeared on her face unconsciously as she watched him drink wine for a few seconds.

“Oh, that shy and sweet facial expression of yours. I've always loved it” William said as he noticed her look.

“Always?”

“Obviously yes” he replied before taking the last sip of wine.

Catherine did the same and it was followed by her words “I do not want to drink anymore”

“Me neither”

“This day has been exhausting” she closed her eyes and sighed quietly

“Yes, but you did a brilliant job out of it, my beautiful Kate”.

Their lips met in a soft kiss again. Soon, they decided to watch a movie together, still in the living room. Halfway the length of the movie, William noticed that Catherine had her eyes closed. He smiled at her lovingly and lifted her up in his arms. Although her sleep was rather deep, this act caused her to chuckle softly.

When he heard it, William could not help himself but kiss her on the cheek.

*

As Catherine woke up in the middle of the night, she saw her husband's face. She quickly remembered how earlier in the evening he held her hand when she most needed it, their long conversation, a promise he once again made to protect her. For a second, William's wife also thought of their courting phase. She caressed his chest and then pulled herself closer to him. He was her safe place for way longer than the last 20 years, and she never wanted that feeling of happiness and safety to be over.

The end 💙✨️

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My Dearest Gentle Reader....

Sometimes stories are too good to be true, and sometimes they're too good to not be shared. Even though I promised not to waste anymore ink or feathers on what is going on in a particular corner of the Tum where a certain Cinderella is the highlight and the talk of the Tum these last weeks.

You know the best show not on tv, though much to our surprise Cinderella was rudely written out of the books, instead last years summer fling's likings on posts became interesting again.

Then suddenly around midnight (CEST, = abt 6pm ET and 3pm PT) she who always wakes up to DMs or just got a minute rushing in between meetings posted an Anon telling her most eligible bachelor was in the South of France and pictures will be out tomorrow. I had to shake my head as I knew how that message came about.

Half an hour before, I posted a little cryptic message to an Anon that sent me a message earlier that evening (21.50 CEST) about the whereabouts of this supposed vigilante. I did a little research and the message, naming an event, had some merit in it. I tried to find pics or videos, looked at many, but none to be found that could identify him clearly. Yes, several lookalikes with a cap and a shirt far in the distance. But not good enough for me. So I decided to post this cryptic message hoping Anon would come back and perhaps had some more proof than the 'listing' I found and mentioned in my cryptic post.

About 15 minutes later I got this Anon:

I had to laugh as it was far off... and no Idea why H... R....... and him being 'listed' as I wrote could have anything to do with the South of France in the slightest way.... Confirmation bias looking in wrong directions to say the least

You can imagine how I had to laugh even more when I saw the same Anon on the blog of the one that now seemed to have all the time in the world spinning a fantastic story around it. The Anon seemed fairly sure now, not a question mark in it but even claiming there would be pics tomorrow! I had no doubts where this Anon had been reading first and as I didn't posted her message she must have thought she was right and run straight off to Lalaland to please her fairytale writer.

Time for popcorn 🍿 I thought and popped some in the microwave... and boy, I needed a full box of it, cause what happened after that post I can hardly describe. The story that was spun around this 'South of France' you can not make this up. Literally in a matter of minutes, each time I refreshed the page there was another chapter. More 'proof' and 'evidence' on every reblog of herself.

Look Melissa is in Cannes... [right, she was already there for a couple of days... and believe me S isn't the only one she grooms]. And of course it all made sense since, blimey, all of the sudden Cinderella was back on top of the list and magically popped up in the South of France as well! Only days before, she posted about Brigitte Bardot and changed her profile pic to an old one from the time she once must have been on an RC in Cannes and you know she's 'a socialite and a film maker who has lived in France for years' and must be well known in those circles... No, this can't all be a coincidence, now can it? 😂😂😂

More popcorn please... 🍿 🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿

Lists of parties in Cannes were shared and oh bloody hell how could we have missed his latest following of Alessandra, she's there as well... Maybe she was even better than Cinderella (how rude!)

[Did she not notice how he followed her already long time ago, but seemed to have unfollowed her and now re-followed again, as well as the other ones he followed recently, the everydayman and Neil Marshall. Now don't ask me why he does this, but he does]

My head started to hurt from laughing.... but also from keeping up with all the women the Queen of Lalaland had brought up in less than a day. And remind you, she was busy for more that 8 hours straight to finally come up with an Anon who gave her and her readers the wake up call realizing what H.... R.... stood for.

About 8 hours after my cryptic post and 2 more hours after I received my Anon

Yes, of course Hyrox Rotterdam. Not a woman, but a sports event. I found the listing on the website. (why did nobody else took a look there???) And I have to be honest, I did remove some comments working it out and received Anons before it even occurred to the other side what it was all about.

But last night it showed no results and today it is still empty. I was hoping more results would be added today but it doesn't look like it. As said no clear identifiable pics or videos have been found. So it remains unclear if he participated at all. All I can confirm is that at least he planned to stay on this side of the Canal and fill his days with sports.

But do not despair my dearest gentle readers, as I have it on good authority that he's busy preparing for a full week of shooting TCND in which he even might get arrested at the end of the week...

Signed: Yours Truly