#purple green glass tray

[susoriginals]

Vintage Amethyst Glass HIGGINS Purple & Green Fused Art Glass Trays Mid Century Modern Highly Collectible Pair MCM home decor centerpieces, this particular example is in more than one museum!

#higgins glass #purple glass #amethyst glass #fusted glass #mid century glass #art glass #art glass try #mcm home decor #mcm ashtray #purple green glass tray #etsy

[polarisbear]

lil creatures <3 (and some i don’t know… hermits?) (Really detailed image description below)

a drawing of geminitay, pearlescentmoon, zombiecleo, stressmonster101, and false symmetry posing in a line. they’re in their season 10 outfits or slightly altered versions of their normal skins.

gem is posing with a diamond sword across her shoulders and wormy snail, and the orange and yellow lighthouse goldfish hanging out behind her. she’s in her pirate skin with magic hair ending in water, with shark teeth, slitted eyes and claws. she has a very toothy grin and desaturated palette.

pearl is flicking up the brim of her hat while holding onto the strap of her messenger bag. pogt is peeking out behind pearl, with a messenger pigeon on her hat. she’s in her postmaster skin with an undershirt on, a jacket tied around her waist, and hiking boots. the bag has more celestial details. she has a relaxed smirk and a very warm palette.

cleo carrying atlas, an orange cat, and a tray holding enchanted books and a tall, teal glass. she has on flowers in her hair, a sleeveless button up, a torn off-the-shoulder shirt, a high-waisted pencil skirt, and dress shoes. she looks exasperated and she has a cool palette.

stress is proudly holding up a pile of mud with roots and bricks sticking out of it with madame meepless, a gray british shorthair, looking up at stress. she’s wearing a pink-purple-teal flower crown, a white shirt, overalls with patches and one leg short and the other leg tucked in her black rain boots, and a bright pink tracksuit jacket on top. she’s covered in mud and has a very vibrant color palette.

false is holding a briefcase and a diamond shovel casually, with the shovel on the ground. she has on the minister hat with red and white goggles acting as the ribbon, a red, poorly tied tie, an untucked red-and-white striped shirt, a dark green blazer with gold buttons, fancy shorts with a white 2nd shorts underneath, and brown boots with socks. she’s looking confidently off to the side and has a warm, but muted, palette.

#hermitcraft #geminitay #pearlescentmoon #zombiecleo #stressmonster101 #falsesymmetry #id in alt text #art archive #. anyways i work on a lot of things in my spare time #also yeah i do watch all of them (or y’know as much as i can)

[avis-writeshq]

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader genre: established relationship warnings: mentions of assault, tiny bar fight, mentions of alcohol consumption a/n: i wasn't really sure how much i liked this, but i hope you guys do! i wanted to post something because i won't be online much for finals :( wc: 1.16k

You meant it when you offered to get the drinks for the table. You offer to do the first round: four rum and cokes, whiskey (neat, because Aaron would rather get his money’s worth) and whatever bright pink concoction Penelope ordered written neatly in purple glittery gel pen on an old receipt. Rossi’s glass of wine that he ordered costs double the entire order, and Spencer orders an Arnold Palmer. 

“Did you want to start a tab?” The bartender asks kindly, her pretty green eyes framed by dark brown hair clipped by a barrette. 

“Oh! Um, sure.” You smile, gesturing to the booth where the rest of the team were sitting at. “You can put it down for that table.”

She nods, tapping a few buttons on her POS system before looking back up at you. “There’s already a card for that table. Under… Aaron Hotchner?”

Your brows lift in surprise at her words, a laugh of disbelief leaving your lips. “Of course he did. That’s fine, thank you.”

You return carrying a tray of far too many drinks, setting them down with a soft sigh of relief. Everyone takes their respective drinks while Aaron pulls you into his side, his thigh pressing against yours as he lets his lips linger on the side of your head. 

“Thank you for that,” he murmurs lowly into your ear, squeezing at the flesh of your waist. His other hand swirls his whisky around the glass. “Did you carry them alright?”

“Mm. I’ll have to go back to get Penny’s drink. The lady at the bar said it’ll be in a couple minutes or so because the order was so specific.” You’re smiling at him despite your original annoyance. “I meant it when I said that I would treat everyone to the first round of drinks.”

“I meant it when I said that I would take care of you,” he responds simply. “The drinks they ordered was more than just a pretty penny.”

From the corner of your eye you spot the bartender waving you over, and you laugh before  pressing a soft kiss against Aaron’s face. “I’ll be right back, handsome.”

You really did mean it when you said that you would be right back. With a napkin wrapped around the cocktail glass, you turn around to make your way back to the table when a voice catches your attention. 

“Pretty drink for a pretty girl,” the man comments, and it takes a second for it to register in your mind. 

“Oh. Thank you, it’s for my friend and she is really pretty.” You smile politely. Wrong move.

“Not as pretty as you, I’m sure,” he continues, his eyes gleaming in your direction. You don’t really appreciate the way he thinks that his words are a proper compliment. “Let me buy you a drink, sweetheart. The name’s Colby.”

“That’s alright, I really do need to get back to my group.” You take a hesitant step away but he takes another step forward. 

This is dangerous, how close this stranger is. Anxiety wells in your throat and your stomach drops with nerves. 

“Just one drink,” Colby insists, inching closer. “C’mon, sweetheart, don’t be such a stick in the mud.”

“I don’t need one,” you say, searching for  your voice. “Excuse me…”

Colby scowls, taking a step forward as he tries to prevent your escape. His fingers graze against your side dangerously close to the waistband of your pants and you can’t help but jolt, the glass slipping from your grasp and shattering against the cold tile of the bar floor. Your heart plummets to your stomach as the man grunts in frustration. 

“Look at what you did,” he snaps, shaking the drink off his hands. His eyes are dangerous as he glares at you, his hand lunching up and out, aiming directly for your arm. “You little–”

“That is enough.”

You almost cry out in relief when you see Aaron step in front of you, effectively shielding you away from the assault. He’s big and tall, and though you do not see him upset very often, it is even rarer for you to see him angry and mean. 

Aaron stretches to his full height, his eyes narrowed and his gaze dark. He stares down this man– this pathetic excuse of a human being– with the same hatred and disgust as he does with the unsubs he faces on the daily. 

“Oi, back off, would ya?” Colby sneers, crossing his arms over his chest. Aaron has half the mind to think that he would start stomping around like a petulant child. 

For once, Aaron wastes no time digging into his suit pocket and pulling out his badge, a grim look on his face. “FBI. If you make one more comment or so much as glance in her direction again, I will be arresting you and taking you in for custody before you can breathe your next breath. Do you understand me?”

The silence is almost deafening and Aaron finds his patience withering with every passing second. 

“I said, do you understand me?”

“Fuck you,” Colby snaps, drunkenly lunging with his fists clenched to clock Aaron in the face.

Aaron resists the urge to roll his eyes as he handcuffs Colby’s arms behind his back, dragging him out of the bar. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in court…”

Everything after that is a blur. The bar awards you and the rest of the team free drinks and food for the remainder of your stay, and Colby is taken off to the nearest police precinct in record time. Regardless of all the delicious food, your appetite no longer exists as you curl into Aaron’s side, his arm draped lazily around your shoulders. 

“Are you alright?” He murmurs, his lips grazing lightly against your forehead. “I’m sorry that something like that happened. You didn’t deserve to go through that.”

“You didn’t deserve to almost be punched in the face,” You respond back, a wry smile spreading across your lips.

He laughs, squeezing your shoulder. “He was punching air, sweetheart. I don’t really know where he was aiming, but there was no way that he was going to actually hit me.”

Aaron watches you, the way you turn away from him and pick at your fingers. He exhales after a moment, dipping his head to meet your woeful gaze. “None of this–” he gestures to where one of the staff members is carefully cleaning up the broken glass– “is your fault. I hope you understand that. What happened was not your fault and you shouldn’t blame yourself for someone else’s actions.”

His words make you smile a little and you can’t help but press a soft kiss against his cheek. “Yeah. You’re lovely, Aaron, you know that?”

“I could say the same for you, sweetheart,” he murmurs, squeezing your shoulder again. “You’re the loveliest.”

reblogs are always appreciated!

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[confused-wanderer]

Alfred is badass and has unuasual skills even for a batfam member.

Inspired by pandaredd’s skit where Alfred says “Bond wishes he was me”

The man is the caretaker of the bat family, he has raised every damn member, and has seen more than his fair share of wars, doomsdays and worse. He is a butler. And god knows what else in the spare time. All I imagine is that if a teenage Bruce looks up at Alfred and whispers he wants to train, Alfred might be the one who gives him contacts.

Alfred:

Bruce:

Alfred: .. wait here master Bruce, I know you won’t even listen to what I’m saying so I will let you learn the arts. Only under one condition though, I choose your trainers

Teenage Bruce: Alfred, whom would you-

Alfred *already on the phone* : Hello there Lee

Teenage Bruce *wide eyes* *mouthing* : Rock Lee??

Alfred *scoffing* : what world do you think we live in! Be more realistic Master Bruce.

Bruce: .. so who is it?

Alfred: Bruce Lee.

The scariest thing about the butler is that he will take you apart in less than a blow, and he doesn’t even need weapons. He will however use them just for fun.He can still hear if Bruce or any of the batfamily sneaks around, he’s been the only one who somehow knew Cass was in the room and offered her snacks while she was hanging upside down from the ceiling in the pitch black and overall has better instincts to locate any of them in the mansion than a GPS tracking system.

When supervillains, nosy reporters or even crooks try to break into the Manor, the fact that no one installed a security system should’ve really been a warning point that the Waynes had other.. deadlier security.

By the time Jason comes home he sees Alfred cleaning up the carpet, but doesn’t miss the wrinkled edge of the sleeve. It is only then when he looks to the other room and the criminals are all sitting in time out, each a truly remarkable shade of blue, black purple and green he’s never seen in real life. And none of them were even bleeding.

Alfred also has insanely fast reflexes. And to everyone surprise, he is an bloody good shot. Green arrow was once testing out a new arrow and it accidentally whizzed past the target and almost hit the cat when out of nowhere Alfred caught it and snapped it with one hand. And then proceeded to borrow a pistol and shoot the target while walking to the other side of the room, not even sparing a glance at the bullseye he had hit. All the while holding a tray of glass bottles that hadn’t moved a single inch.

He’s given advice to Jason on how to make explosives out of everything and nothing, taught Dick how to cut a tree in half with one kick, showed Stephanie how to always win Russian Roulette, guided Damian on how to break bones without ever leaving traces, taught Tim how to mimic someone’s voice and be scarily accurate, and so much more. Once on live television the world saw Alfred eat three cookies and refuse to pass them to Bruce Wayne before saying “They’ve been poisoned” and throwing them away. A few people swear they heard him mouth “bloody amateurs” afterwards and he insisted he was fine, stating that he was already “used to it.”

Whatever the fuck that meant.

And that is why the bat cave is a safer option for batman’s enemies than the mansion. Because if you were caught by the butler, just know that god has already forsaken you.

#batman #dick grayson #jason todd #red hood #nightwing #tim drake #batfam #bruce wayne #damian wayne #headcanons #Alfred pennyworth #Alfred the butler #Alfred #pandaredd #Stephanie brown #spoiler #Cassandra cain #orphan #robin #teenage Bruce Wayne #pandaredd skits #pandaredd Alfred #pandaredd batfam skits

[elioslover]

Masks On (Harry Styles x reader x smut).

Premise: Harry finally visits a sex club and what are the chances, you just so happen to be doing the same thing.

Word Count: 8k+ / Other Writing

Warnings: Smut from start to finish. P in V, Unprotected sex, literally all the sex things, just pure FILTH. Afab 2nd person (minimal OC description).

Also, shout-out to @justmeinatree for the encouragement and @caramello-styles for being such a sweetheart!

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Harry feels the energy shift as soon as he steps out from the mass of thick, velvet curtain that worked to shield the utter filth that lay just beyond. The club- as referred to, looks more like a converted condo, with walls dyed with deep hues, ultraviolet lights instead of harsh bulbs, and purple and red bounce across the room- the floors, the ceilings.

Though the room is busy, everyone is scattered, and it feels spacious enough. Harry observes the array of beds and sofa’s instead of tables and chairs; people are going at it, moans mixing in with the deep bass emitted from nearby speakers.

Patrons- dressed in only bowties and Grecian inspired masks, carrying trays of beverages and sex toys with a formality that seemed foolish for a play like this. The pretty penny Harry had paid to be here was clearly being put to good use.

The entire thing screamed ‘filthy rich fun’, which, even for Harry, seemed almost awestriking; it was the type of elite secrecy one would never dream of, and if he had any doubt about joining this evening, it was erased the minute a waiter appeared before him, offering up a glass of whisky he wasn’t even sure he had ordered.

To be fair, after such an effort to simply enter this place, plenty of hoops to jump through and many questions to be answered and confirmed, it only made sense that the owners would ensure it was more than worth it.

Harry put the crystal to his lips, downing its contents in an anxious bid for comfortability. Instead, it burned at his chest and sent a long shiver down his spine; he shuddered, his skin sprinkled with goosebumps.

Ridding himself of his blazer, white tank top, leather loafers, and other personal belongings when he arrived, assured they would stay safe in his absence, Harry now stands in only a pair of black briefs. They cling to his thighs, pinching at the meaty expanse of his soft skin, diffing into and trapping a few of the hairs growing at the base of his pelvis.

But Harry could be fully nude for all he cares- the platinum, Phantom of the Opera mask that covers the top half of his face and stops at the bridge of his nose has him feeling invincible and fucking frisky. He feels like the god he impersonates, ready to delve into the mass of bodies stroking and loving on one another, his cock twitching against the restricting cotton as confirmation.

The beds are king-sized, holding space for at least four, and a few are evidently occupied by many more than that. Sheer material is draped across the ceilings like a canopy, creating a cosy and inviting atmosphere. Harry heads over to an empty velvet green chaise lounge, plopping down lazily, his legs spread out, thighs splayed, his one arm resting on the armchair, his other palm laying out across his lower stomach.

He turns his attention to the nearest bed, only a meter away, and begins watching as a throuple of two males and a female are switching positions. The girl lays on her stomach, flat against the bed, ass up, as the first man crawls up, spreads her ass cheeks apart and rubs his cock against her once before thrusting himself up into her. They reach a smooth rhythm, skin slapping as the second man lines up behind them, wrapping his arm around the torse of the first man; with a loud moan, the first man bucks forward, only moaning louder as the second man falls into position and starts fucking into him.

Harry hasn’t noticed the way his hand has lowered, palming himself through his briefs, his body shifting to get more comfortable. On the same bed, another couple goes at it, a woman vigorously bouncing atop the cock of a man donned in a lion mask.

In the midst of it all, bodies thrusting and shifting- you are resting sweetly, sitting atop your folded legs, disguised by a black, sequined silver mask, stopping above the nose, your eyes so sharp that Harry spots them immediately, hooked on the way the fluorescent lights flicker the reflection of filth he has succumbed to. His first thought is about who you are, his second is why you’re currently here, and the third is the only one that really matters; how the hell can he get his hands on you?

Dressed in only your underwear, you have had your gaze set on Harry from the moment the curtains had pulled back and revealed him in all of his glory. He was a mass of chocolate curls and tattoos decorating a chiselled and muscular figure that had you wishing you could get your hands on.

For a while, he had seemed nervous, and that only had your curiosity blowing through the roof, your body aching to wrap around any part of him up for grabs. As he made his way over, your heart was in your throat, attention completely thrown from the couple you had intended to participate with just moments prior. They were going at it regardless, bumping up against you, but your focus would be unwavering, your mouth watering at the view of his thighs, thick and spread out just for you.

He seems to be looking your way- maybe just observing the other couples, but something tells you by the way his body shifts, his eyes hidden but holding your own gaze, makes you feel like he might want you just as you want him.

A woman, her hair long and auburn, hidden behind a green dragon mask, drops onto the bed beside you, her knees softly hitting the mattress as she whispers suggestively into the shell of your ear. Cheeks flushed, your gaze remains on Harry, with the way he managed to stir such wanting in you, all by just sitting across the room.

His intrigue seems to pique, waiting to see what your plan was- were you going to entertain the woman next to you? Her cool fingers tickling their way up your spine, your body an eruption of goosebumps.

And you wish he would just come over or that you had the confidence to greet him yourself, but he seems comfortable and unwavering, leaving you to turn your attention back to something actually tangible; the woman currently pressing her lips to the nape of your neck.

Shifting your body to greet her own, you sit up on your knees and boldly wrap your hands like a chain around the back of her neck. She leans into your touch, anticipating your next move, a soft gasp escaping her lips as yours pressed on firmly, tongue licking into her own.

Your eyes have fluttered shut, your body soothed into the sultry kisses sucking at your bottom lip, but your thoughts wander over to the man on the couch, hoping to some god that he might be watching, that he might be regretting the choice to stay put.

Lips parting for deep inhalation, the woman’s hands are soft and static as they trail the soft mounds of your skin, and when your eyes finally open in the hopeful search of the man, you are more than surprised to find him much closer now, standing at the end of the bed.

His gaze is certainly set on your own, and you want to feel bashful at the circumstances, but the erotic stimulation happening all around you and the way Harry is looking at you hungrily, his muscles flexing involuntarily, only dampens your panties further, has your thighs clenching tighter.

He must notice because his pupils are blown, and he is crawling over now, slowly stalking out his prey, happily trapped in the arms of an auburn woman. He is more than welcome, though, your back pressing into the woman's chest, her lips still tickling at your throat, and when he comes to a halt at the base of your knees, you feel zero embarrassment as they part as a welcoming gift, offering him anything he desires.

“Well, hello pretty girl.” He greets, his cock throbbing as your chest raises and you take a sharp inhale, blinking at him in a way that has him feeling like a sinner- and he hasn’t even touched you yet.

“Hi handsome.” You respond, doing your best to keep your voice from cracking, almost completely distracted by the look of arousal in his eyes that seems to be increasing at just the sound of your voice, like a siren song only luring him further into the ocean in which you resided.

Harry can hardly stop himself from sighing out, from snatching you up and fucking you into submission, instead taking his time in luring you closer, his cock pleased at the ease with which you opened up for him, mind a mess of where to start.

He taps your thigh as an instruction, satisfaction shivering at his spine as you comply, spreading your legs, bum pressed flat to the mattress. Harry can't stop himself from wrapping his palms around your ankles, tugging you forward with enough force to have you exhaling a squeak, the woman’s grip tightening around your chest.

He looks at you like you are supper, his hands trailing their way up your calves, stroking slowly; as he reaches your thighs, he gives them a selfish squeeze, crawling his way over until he is almost face-to-face with the white lace of your panties.

His breath is cool as it fans over the heat of your lower abdomen, legs threatening to quake, and his grip only tightens, his stern stare never wavering, watching your every breath, the way your chest rises and falls in anticipation.

With the gentlest of kisses to your panty-clad crotch, you cannot withhold the deep sigh that slips past your lips, a keen whine whistling its way over to him, his stomach clenching, blood rushing to his cock. Harry’s tongue slips past his plump lips, licking a firm strip up your damp lace, his mouth watering in synch.

His left hand finds a firm home on your hip, helping to keep you pinned between the bed and his touch; his right-hand trails tauntingly along your sternum, fingers dancing into the dip of your belly button, playing your hipbones and pelvis like a harp before a sudden gush of coolness catches you off guard and his thumb hooking into the slit of your panties, tugging them aside in one firm go.

Your eyes widen with lust, unable to look anywhere but at the holy sight below you; the woman cradling your torso presses her lips wherever space omits, travelling in search of the mounds of your breasts, and your entirety is begging to turn to mush in the arms of pleasure as Harry leans forward and gives your pussy the gentlest of kisses, your eyes fluttering shut as he presses another, then another, his tongue joining in to lap at you, dipping into you.

He holds you in place with ease- where the hell would you rather be right now? And as the auburn woman latches her teeth around your pebbled nipple, your leg’s part even further- if possible- prompting Harry to release you from his prior grip, to hold you at the waist, his body pressed into the mattress, his cock flush and swollen from even the slightest of friction.

He can't stop from thrusting forward as a soft mewl slips past the gaps in your teeth, tongue pressing into you, gliding up your slit, flicking at your clit before his free hand cannot help but join the mix, massaging at your inner thigh, teasing at you as you buck your hips up in anticipation. 

It's difficult to keep from sighing out in pleasure, but you try your best, harshly capturing your bottom lip between your teeth, tugging harder as Harry continues licking into you, flattening his tongue, flicking it against your clit, dipping into your entrance. 

He has died and gone to heaven; his chin is coated in you, glistening under the neon lights, and with one hand still stroking and squeezing at your inner thigh, Harry uses the other to hook into the bands of your panties, hastily guiding them down the hills and valleys of your body and you assist, ass raising from the mattress, balancing on one leg as he slides the material along and off of your skin. 

Discarded and dismissed, you are bare and spread for him, a sight Harry will be committing to memory, and he looks at you hungrily- you’re ready to be ravished.

Your pussy is practically dripping, and Harry’s hand must be possessed because it reaches out, and his finger glides through your slit, quickly dampening. The sigh you release is almost sinister, and Harry has his face buried between your thighs in an instant. 

With his tongue licking at you, the almost forgotten auburn woman is still trailing kisses along your neck, her fingers tweaking and squeezing at the skin of your breasts. You are officially a mess of pleasure, ready to beg for more- anything- all of him. 

It’s like he reads your mind as his fingers start to tease at your pussy, rubbing back and forth, his tongue focusing on your clit, swirling circles, his middle finger slipping past your entrance with such ease that Harry mutters, “fuck me” and lets it slide all the way in, curling upward. With such positive reception from yours truly, he keeps at it, all of his focus dedicated to pleasing you. 

With the way his one finger becomes two, pumping into you with such vigour, you are writhing beneath him, thighs threatening to clamp around his head like earmuffs, blocked by his one hand keeping you put. 

Your head starts to lull back into the auburn woman’s lap, but Harry is quick to correct this, pulling out his fingers completely, sticky and wet, his mouth changing from loving on you to scolding, 

“Uh, uh.” He taunts, his brows furrowed, “Eyes on me, princess.” 

You do everything in your power to comply, staring at him with all your might as he gets back to work, a satisfied smile still lingering on his lips as his tongue laps at your pussy, his fingers fucking back into you, curling, picking up the pace. 

His fingers are in complete rhythm with his tongue- they are on a mission. And by the sounds currently escaping your lips, chest rising and falling needily, Harry is certainly succeeding.

But each moment that passes is becoming agonizing for him, desperate to substitute his fingers for his cock, currently aching to bury itself inside you. 

Harry tries to pacify his cock by grinding up against the mattress, but this only has him moaning against your pussy, which in turn has you doing the same, your hands fisting the sheets. 

He can no longer hold on, flattening his tongue to give you one last good licking before he removes his fingers and then himself, leaving you in absolute awe and confusion- a spark of panic flashing across your features. 

Harry doesn’t want to startle you, but you can't stop the yelp that escapes you as his hands wrap around your ankles, and with one tug, you are before him, his face aligned with your torso. 

He stands, holding out his hand to assist you in doing the same. You do, and once your feet are safely planted on the floor, Harry’s hands are kneading at your waist and hips. He permits you a moment to stabilise before his hands find the back of your thighs, and he hoists you up into your arms, legs wrapping around his waist. 

Pussy bare and pressed against his torso, the five-step walk over to the sofa feels endless, so when he finally sits, safely cradling your back, you lower with him, coming to a rest atop his cool thighs, knowing he will be slick with wet by the time you’re finished with him.

Arms wrapped loosely across his shoulders, your fingers play with the loose curls at the base of his neck, and you lean, the outline of your mask bumping up against his own as you finally retrieve what you’ve been after all along, pressing your lips to his, tongue taking out all of your prior frustrations as it tangles with his own, scrapes along his teeth, traps and tugs his bottom lip until he is left begging for breath, lips plump and freshly-stung.

Going in for more, your palms find the sides of his face, sandwiching him between lustrous kisses, your chest pressing to his own, a whine bubbling at your throat when his grip tightens, holding you hostage and creating a gap just small enough for his hands to slip from their place on your back and to cup your breasts, squeezing and palming them as his tongue continues to lap at your own.

With the feeling of your nipples perking up so nicely beneath his thumbs, Harry cannot resist the urge to start trailing sloppy kisses along the nape of your neck, your clavicle, his open mouth leaving a trail as it makes its way down your chest, his tongue licking at the valley of your breasts before his lips finally catch your nipple, flicking at it, your body arching back desperately, pleading for more.

With a harsh nip, his tongue soothes your swollen skin, his hands squeezing at the mounds of your breasts, and your body has a mind of its own now, jutting up against him, your pussy sad to be met with only the friction of his briefs, desperate to grind your wetness across his cock, feel him slipping between your folds.

After the third time, your body glides down into contact with his own, a frustrated sigh slipping past your lips; Harry seems to catch on and woefully unlatches his mouth from your skin, but with more than just happiness, he shifts beneath you- and you also shift to allow him better access- his fingers hooking into the bands of his briefs, tugging them down in one swift motion to settle around his mid-thighs.

His cock springs up, swollen with relief and flush with freedom. Your gaze never wavers, hyper-focused on how pretty the man sitting beneath yours truly is- all of him is just too good to be true at this point.

You want to spend eternity, or at least a moment, marvelling and taking him all in, but he is closer than ever, and your pussy is clenching at just the sight of him- practically screeching to have him buried deep inside you.

With that, you reach out and give him one mandatory stroke, to soothe both him and yourself, and by the way his mouth parts, his eyes hooded, body jolting and then relaxing back into your touch, you sling your leg over his lap to straddle him, his face level with your chest, his hands instinctively coming to a rest on the pillows of your hips.

Your arms become a noodle around his neck like in preparation for dancing the salsa, your hips rocking forward without hesitation, pussy skating along the length of his shaft, leaving him slick with just one stroke.

Harry doesn’t even try to stop the string of mutters he sings out into the crevasse of your breasts, breath fanning chills all along your skin just as your hips buck again, sliding up against him, squeaking out as the tip of his cock rubs up against your clit.

You push on into an agonisingly slow rhythm, dragging out each stroke until Harry is so frustrated that he works extra hard to avoid rutting up into you- oddly satisfied letting you take the lead- so his mouth begins leaving sloppy kisses along your chest, your shoulders, the creases of your neck. And whilst the idea of holding onto this sense of control was something you really wanted to indulge in, you cannot stop your body from picking up speed, ever so slightly upping the rhythm.

Harry is struggling to keep himself from turning the two of you over and fucking you into the sofa cushions, taking out his agitation by unexpectedly spitting on your chest, and both of your gazes drop to watch as the dribble of spit travels like a delicate stream down the valley of your breasts, meandering towards your bellybutton.

You rut up against him with force now, pupils swelled and hungry. At the last minute, Harry commands his pelvis not to thrust, taking a section of skin on your breast between his front teeth, nipping and sucking at it until it stings, giving you one last tug before pulling back, his tongue slipping out to softly lap at the blooming bruise. Tiny and speckled with red and purple, this mark will serve as a reminder of the scandalous events of this evening.

More so, this mark is the last straw, your lips angrily finding his own, tongues arguing for domination- Harry’s succumbs the second one of your hands reaches down between your laps, grabbing at his cock and guiding him into you without a second thought.

You take him in with ease, but he is a stretch the further you slide down on him, your belly feeling full as your body finally comes to a sitting on his cock. Harry’s head has tilted back, his eyes fluttering open and shut.

He wants to thrust up, he wants to watch your breasts and body bounce about atop of his cock, needs to see the way your skin jiggles and stretches for him, the way your face crinkles up in pleasure and satisfaction… but Harry lets you do anything you want, lets himself be at your mercy.

And fuck, you make the idea of losing control feel really good, raising your body until only his tip remains inside of you, threatening to leave him out in the cold, but at the last moment, you grind back down, letting him fill you up gluttonously, easily finding a groove, your backside slapping against his thighs, skin-to-skin creating the beat of a drum, and with each smack, you only want to go faster, harder, unable to resist the need to tease and drag things out.

Harry is a mess of moans, only making you feel like you are being cheered on during a marathon, encouraging you to up your stamina and reach the finish line in record time. His hands are all over you, tugging you closer, one hand wrapping tighter around your waist, guiding you up and down his cock, desperate to hear you whine louder, to let others know how good it felt to be riding him. And you want everyone to know, too; you want them to know that they could all leave, and you would be more than happy to just let Harry spend the rest of the evening fucking you into a semi-permanent coma.

Harry shifts, spreading his legs to offer you a new angle, ready to drool as a dragged-out sigh slips out from deep within you, and he knows he’s just hit a good spot.

So, as any good boy would, Harry bucks up into you again and again, motivated by each moan, putting his all into making you sing for him, your hand digging into his biceps, then his back, down his torso, squeezing at his thighs as your stomach starts to clench, heart rate picking up and when you start to feel lightheaded, you welcome the wave of euphoria threatening to wash over- you hear nothing but the soft praises Harry mutters for your pleasure, your body grinding down on his pelvis desperately chasing your high, whining out as his hand spreads your cheeks, guiding you through a long-anticipated orgasm.

Coming down, your head slumps against his damp shoulder, cheek pressing into his warm, soft skin. You can hear his heartbeat; it’s as fast as your own- if not faster; his breaths are scattered, and Harry wonders what will happen next.

He wants to revel in the moment but is hit with disappointment as you slowly and carefully guide him out of you, and he wants to hiss out at the cruel loss of contact.

Your leg swings over and off of his lap, standing tall and gazing down at him with a curious brow furrow that has Harry ready to question his entire existence, but when your arm extends out to him, offering to wrap his hand in your own, Harry feels butterflies beating at his belly, and he accepts in an instant, ridding himself of his briefs, tossing them aside with little to no regard before grabbing your hand, feeling fuzzy at the visual of how small it looks cradled in his own.

Trailing behind you, willing to let you drag him just about anywhere, it seems you have targeted a bed sitting empty in a quaint corner of the room.

But your ass is bouncing with each step you take, and with gravity offering him such a gracious gift, Harry's hand reaches out with the need to grab, settling with a soft slap to your left cheek, a chuckle slipping past his lips as you let out a little whimper of surprise, body jolting forward, thighs jiggling for his absolute pleasure, and all thoughts of the bed are forgotten as Harry pushes your bodies into the nearest pillars. The look in your eyes adjusts from surprise to arousal at the newfound feeling of your body being backed up into the icy marble, turning into a tornado as Harry's simmering skin keeps you mounted like a shiny trophy.

Harry thinks he's really got you now, your skin so silky, your muscles contracting against his own, keening into his hold, lashes batting up at him like he holds the keys to the garden of Eden; with softness, he presses a breathy kiss to your own parted lips, and now that he has you so perfect and patient, he hasn't the faintest clue where to start.

It would be polite to give him a moment to gather his thoughts, perhaps plot his next move, but you know exactly what you want- no, need- next, and with Harry's head so preoccupied with the idea of you that his hold isn't strong enough to stop you from slipping out from his trap, turning around, your palms pressing flat to your chest as you gift him a gentle, but firm push, his back smacking into the same marble you had just escaped.

Harry feels awestruck, unsure what to think, but his cock is certainly pleased, throbbing at the unfamiliar shift in dynamic, desperate to see what you might do next. And when his eyes, swollen with lust, focus on your own, there is a glimmer of certainty that has him almost keeling over; the need to get on his knees and beg for you is killing him.

But it seems that you are the one who will be on your knees as you keep one palm against his chest, unsure of whether he's willing to stay put, and your body drops to the floor, knees happily greeting the tiles.

With your left hand still holding him in place and your right hand coming to a rest on his waist, fingers squeezing into his fleshy cheeks, Harry's head lulls black in bliss, throat bobbing, both of his hands casting a shadow over your own, wrapping around your wrists like pretty bracelets.

Leaning forward ever so sweetly, your lips pucker and place a polite kiss on the tip of his cock. Harry's hips buck forward without his consent, and your hand leaves his chest, gliding lazily down his torso until it comes to rest on his shaft.

Thoughts of how perfectly he fits between your fingers are blurring your vision, but at the sound of Harry pathetically hissing from above, your grip tightens, body shuffling closer, his own hand settling like a scarf around the back of your neck. His hand stays statuesque, unsure of pushing your boundaries and frightened of catching your hair in one of his many rings. But when you reassuringly nuzzle your crown into his palm, Harry finally relaxes, his fingers- still carefully- slip into and massage the hair at the base of your neck.

You’ve got him right where you want him, and there’s no time to waste as you close the last of any remaining space, bowing forward and closing in like at communion, mouth opening, ready for the catholic wafer but instead closing your lips over the tip of his cock, your tongue darting out to swirl at his head and loving the way he tries to resist bucking into you, stop himself from hitting the back of your throat. 

Just the idea has you dripping, fulfilling the desire to take him further in your mouth, your free hand slowly pumping his cock, holding him in place as you suck him, slowly taking in as much as you can manage before slowly pulling back, letting your tongue trail along his shaft in your wake. 

Right as Harry begins to fear that you might release and leave him high and dry, you swallow him again, bobbing and creating a rhythm, a small sliver of spit slipping past your lips as you take him as far as your mouth will permit, tongue lapping at him, your hand pumping the base of him as Harry huffs and puffs above you. 

And when you can’t help but glance up at him from beneath hooded lashes, the way Harry cusses out and rolls his head back against the pillar is enough to have you picking up the pace, swallowing him with vigour, desperately trying to fit as much of him possible into the hollows of your cheeks.

Slowly, your head begins to bob, taking all of his cock in before pulling back, then again, and again, your hand still pumping him, spit gliding along his shaft and soaking your fingers. 

You release his cock from your mouth, still gliding your hand back and forth, pumping him and peering up at him with doe-like eyes.

“Fuck.” Harry whines, the back of his head bumping against the pillar, “Y’gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.”

With a mischievous grin, you place a gentle but menacing kiss on the tip of his cock before flattening your tongue and licking his shaft from base to tip before taking all of him in your mouth once more, creating the perfect rhythm, your other hand leaving his thigh and cupping around his balls, massaging him, head grooving up and down his cock. Harry is a complete mess, his muscles flexing with each suck and release. 

You guide his cock to the hollow of your left cheek, brushing him against your mouth before ever-so-softly gliding his head along your bottom teeth and rubbing him against your right cheek. He is still moaning above you, and when you suddenly tilt forward and take him so deep that his cock brushes the back of your throat, Harry is cussing out, his hand tightening around the base of your neck. 

You lean your head back into his palm as a form of encouragement, and Harry thinks you may be the most perfect creature of planet Earth itself. He cautiously begins guiding your head, testing the waters as he becomes a guide for his cock, sliding into your mouth. 

Happy to oblige, you try to remain as still as possible, your pussy throbbing each time he brushes against your throat, and when you almost gag, Harry has officially died and gone to heaven. His pace quickens, forcefully- but so carefully- bucking into you, loving how soft and plump your lips are, how well you take him- how deep. 

The thought of his cum dripping down your chin has him in utter shambles, and that is not how he wants this evening to go- yet. So, with one last thrust and grunt, he ruefully removes himself, hissing at the rush of cool air that greets his tip and almost crying at the sight of the string of spit connecting from your lips and his cock. 

Using the back of your hand to dismiss the spit, you peer up at him curiously, rather proud of your work but still hoping to have more of him.

Harry guides your head as a gesture, hissing at the rush of air that greets the tip of his cock, and this only causes his impulses to increase- so, as soon as you have found your feet and are looking up at him with blown-out pupils and puffy pink lips, Harry finally reclaims control, his hands wrapping you up and spinning you around in one swift motion and you are now facing the pillar, your palms pressing flat against the cool surface. 

His hands find your hips, thumbs pressing into your fleshy skin and, on instinct, your back arches, ass desperate to press up against him. Harry releases his right hand from your hip, wrapping it around his stiff shaft and guiding it towards your entrance. Ass up, spine curved, your breasts press into the icy pillar, your body scooting up against the pelvis, and when the head of his cock glides along your pussy, just stopping short of your entrance, you moan out enthusiastically. 

Harry gives you one last tease, his tip slipping into you before pulling back out, but before you have the opportunity to whine out, he thrusts into you, and instead, you arch out for him even more, sighing out, breasts squishing into the pillar. 

He guides his cock in and out, painfully persevering, taking his damn time, but after a third deep and forceful thrust, you shuffle back into him impatiently, and Harry wants to chuckle aloud at your lack of patience now that he has you pressed up against him. 

But your neediness is too tantalising to resist; Harry can’t stop his hips from bucking up into you, almost drooling at the hum of satisfaction you reward him with as he thrusts again, this time harder, his arm reaching around to rest his palm on your stomach, keeping you pinned as he proceeds to fuck into you. 

Harry keeps going, huffing in sync with each thrust, his stomach clenching as you mewl against him, your palms pressing into the pillar and holding on for dear life. His hand slides down from your stomach to the back of your right thigh, raising it until your knee bumps up against the marble, and when he’s certain you plan on keeping it there, he releases your leg and proceeds to pound into you, his hand snaking around until it finds your pussy, fingers gliding along your wetness, seeking out louder moans, desperate whines. 

And you are- unable to hold yourself back any longer, overcome with the electric current coursing through you with each thrust, each time his thumb brushes against your clit. You are chasing another orgasm, pushing your palms against the pillar in an attempt to get closer to him.

Harry kindly obliges, pressing his chest into your back, pulling you flush against his damp and flexed torso as he keeps at it, bucking up into you with all of his willpower, hands grabbing at you, adamant to have you as near as possible. 

Right as you feel yourself about to tip over the edge for a second time in just minutes, Harry interrupts by pulling out and wrapping you up in his arms and hastily turning you around to face him. Concern flashes across his features as your back bumps up against the pillar, but when you only whine out, your left leg lifting up, calf wrapping around his waist, Harry guides his cock back into you, bucking up with commitment and determination to have you come unravelled against him once more. 

And you are unravelling, chemistry at play as your body becomes a mix of ecstasy and euphoria. You are grabbing at every part of him, never wavering for too long, tugging at his hair, squeezing at his biceps, pressing your pelvis up against his own. Harry is doing the same, feeding off of your needy whines, unsaid pleas for him to keep going, and when you can’t help but turn them into verbal pleas, asking him so sweetly to fuck you “just like that”, he is in an absolute state, 

“Yeah?” He confirms- only for the sake of hearing you speak up again, 

“Yeah.” You stutter out, nails digging into the nape of his neck, scraping along his shoulder. 

Harry is enamoured, you’re being such a good girl for him, and he wants to reward you for being so. But he also wants to be a little testy and has the urge to see how much nicer you’re willing to be for him, so he deems it necessary to hold out on you a tad longer.

He wraps his arm around the middle of your back, pressing you into him, and he bows his head and leans in as close to your ear as possible, his warm breath fanning over the nook of your neck and clavicle, ensuring you hear him loud and clear, 

“Ask me nicely.” 

Your head snaps up, looking at him with incredulity, but too desperate to do anything other than give him what he wants. One of your hands finds his torso, palms trailing along his chest as your other hand tightens around his neck in physical protest, which is the last thing that would ever slip past your lips. Trying your best to give him your politest plea, your mouth plump and puckered, mousey eyes flickering playfully up at him, 

“Pretty please.”

And that’s all Harry needs, thrusting into you with repayment, revelling in the way your body accepts his reward so enthusiastically. He picks up the pace, pounding into you and making certain that you are more than welcome to come undone all over him, 

“Such a good girl for me.”

You’re nodding at him desperately, body crumbling with each praise he is granting you, and when his palm slips down between your bodies, landing on your pussy and lazily swirling loops atop your clit, you are a shaking mess- in a frenzy and falling over the edge, coming all over his cock, softly chanting, “yes, yes.”

“So, so good.” He reminds you, holding onto you, keeping you secure and satisfied. He can feel the familiar stirring in his stomach, his cock twitching and tempted to come all over you.

But there’s no way he’s done with you, and he cannot fathom finishing now. 

Your bucking has slowed, head lulling into the crook of his neck, trying to steady your breathing, and instead of giving in to an impending orgasm, Harry pats your bum firmly, wrapping an arm around your thigh, encouraging you to jump up into his arms. 

He is still fully inside you and doesn’t plan on changing that, effortlessly guiding you up into his arms, one of his hands still on your backside, the other cradling your back. With great care, Harry starts to walk, staying slow and peering over his shoulder to make sure he’s going in the right direction. 

Thankfully, the pillar was already the halfway point to the bed you had targeted earlier, and with your lips lazily trailing kisses along his torso, your nails digging into his back, Harry was overjoyed when his feet bumped into the base of the bed. 

Impressively, he bows forward- your bodies still bound- his knees denting the mattress, lowering your bodies onto the bed until your back is pressed into the sheets and Harry is hovering over you, balancing on his forearms, his forehead brushing against your own.

“Ready to go again, princess?” His cool breath fans across your features, and you are nodding as if your life depends on it, your pelvis bucking up against him.

Harry’s brows furrow in amusement, his head bowing, lips brushing up against the shell of your ear, “Use your words, lovely.” 

“Fuck.” You huff out, your right leg tightening around his waist, one of your hands digging into his bicep and the other tugs at his hair, “Please.” And just so he really gets the message, you add, “I want you.” 

“Want me to what?” He drawls, tongue tickling your neck as one of his hands massages your breast. 

“Fuck me.” Your reply is emotionless, stern and impatient, “Want you to fuck me.”

“Sassy little one, aren’t you?” Harry chuckles, squeezing your thigh endearingly. 

You roll your eyes as if he hasn’t just stated the obvious, lifting your pelvis up to rub against him. His pupils are blown, and you want him inside of you- now. 

“Are you gonna fuck me?” you ponder, nails dragging along his shoulder, “Or do I need to find someone else?” there is nobody alive that you could want more than him; he should know this from the way you are so eager to please him, but the mere suggestion has Harry thrusting into you mercilessly.

You whine out in both stupor and ecstasy, your back arching off of the bed, your breasts pressing into his chest. With one of his arms still holding him in place, Harry’s free hand comes up to cradle your face, your foreheads slick with sweat and sticking together. 

His hands are about as big as your head, and that alone contributes to the next sigh you release, bucking up into him, meeting his thrusts in the middle, your pelvises slapping into one another. 

Harry marvels at the way your bodies seem to so easily find a rhythm each time like you were made for him, and he for you. His thrusts are deep and with intention, stretching your pussy with satisfaction. 

“Christ.” He huffs in astonishment, “Y’ feel so fuckin’ good.” 

You can only moan out in agreement, at a complete loss for words. The only thing you feel is satisfaction sparking throughout your wholeness, and the only other thing you can think about is how badly you wish you knew his name- hoping to call it out to him as he pounds into you, desperate to reward him for doing such a good job. 

Harry can't remember ever feeling so engaged in fucking someone- was there a time? Nothing before or after this moment matters; he could now die a happy man. You feel so warm and worked-up, pressed into him, grabbing at any part of him available for the taking. 

He wants to let you, doesn’t mind if you spend hours or even days exploring him, poking and prodding his limbs and skin for reactions, having him like putty in your hands- all yours. 

“More.” You huff out when it seems that Harry is getting caught up in his thoughts, and he thrusts into you so generously that your head lulls back to greet the mattress. 

But now you are too far away for Harry’s liking; he needs to see those pretty eyes and pretty flushed cheeks, needs to see how good of a job he’s doing at pleasing you. His hand cradles the back of your neck, guiding your head back up, his lips waiting to latch onto your own. 

Breathy kisses become open-mouthed ones. Harry’s tongue is dancing all along your mouth, biting on your lip and sucking on your tongue. Still, in a battle of kisses, Harry’s hand sweeps along your face and his pointer finger slips into your mouth. You suck on him like you were born solely for this purpose, and it’s Harry’s turn to stop his head from rolling back. 

He keeps on at it, licking into your mouth while his cock rams into you relentlessly, each thrust accompanied by skin slapping, deep moans, hums of satisfaction and a stirring in your chest that only increases as Harry bends your leg and pins it to your chest, fucking into you from an angle that feels so good that you begin slipping away into a realm of pure pleasure. 

“Like that?” Harry pants out, each thrust more purposeful than the last. 

“Just like that.” You nod vigorously with gratefulness. 

“Good girl.” He praises with a sloppy kiss, “Look so good like this.” 

Harry keeps thrusting, and it’s not long before the look on your face starts morphing with frustrated delight, your eyes threatening to squeeze shut. But you don’t want to look away, instead glancing between your grooving bodies, in awe of the sight of his cock coated with all of you, pumping in and out so gracefully. 

“Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” He is kissing your neck, tongue wet and trailing along your skin. 

And that is all you need to guide you back into another orgasm, your hips raised off of the bed and grinding up against his pelvis in a circular motion, hands holding onto him for dear life. 

Harry groans, almost growls out, pushing into you, trying to pull you closer than physically possible, “Just like that, sweetheart.” You are definitely a sucker for his praises, desperate for more, and he obliges, “So good for me.” 

With a surprising twist, Harry is forced to confront his impending orgasm as you pose a rather prolonged request, “Want you to cum for me.” 

He wants to panic, the thought of this being over is simply heinous, but you only chuckle at the obvious distress beginning to warp his features and reassure him, “I still have plenty in store for you.” And for good measure, you add, “Unless you can’t… keep up.”

Harry knows you’re only taunting him for the fun of it, but the suggestion is obscene, and he seeks to prove you wrong. You are still grinding up against him, whimpering at the sensitivity, nevertheless needy for more, so he picks up the pace, ramming into you with everything he has to offer, his arm bending further into the bed to get closer, and your arms wrap around him to assist, tugging him flush against you, teeth nipping at his neck. 

“Gonna let me swallow you, pretty boy?” You blink up at him innocently, “Wanna taste you so badly.”

His thrusts are getting sloppier, slower and more determined. Now that the offer of an orgasm is on the table, lying beneath him, so pretty and so tasty, Harry can’t resist pushing into you harder, deeper, grunting and huffing along, skin shivering at the feel of your nails tickling at his torso. 

And when you tilt your head and aim your teeth for his ear, nipping his earlobe only to soothe it with the flick of your tongue, you ask one more time, “Pretty please.” 

“Fuck. Fuck.” Is all Harry can muster in between a mess of moans, struggling to keep his weight from coming down on you, his free hand wrapping around your waist to hold you still, his cock wailing for release.

And he gets exactly what he’s been searching for, thrusting into you once more, treasuring it as he pulls out, stroking at his cock as the two of you shuffle around and you are quickly on your knees, mouth spread wide, tongue flat and pushing past your lips. 

Harry doesn’t think he has ever seen something- someone- so beautiful, and he doesn’t stop thinking this as he starts to cum, spilling onto your tongue, his cock throbbing at the sight of you swallowing him so kindly, at the glistening of your swollen lips, the bobbing of your throat. 

You wear your satisfaction with pride, and for the first time, you wonder if Harry actually can keep up. He hadn’t said so, in words, at least. But he is still close and starts edging closer, desperate to have his hands back on you. He gets what he wants, and you shuffle closer, following his gaze as it shifts to the nearest patron, using his free hand to gesture for their attention. 

Before you get the chance to get too confused, the patron steps closer, and you can now clearly see the contents of his silver platter. Staring up at you is an array of toys, small and large, feathered or leather or even metal. You don’t even need to glance over at Harry to tell him you are definitely game, instead reaching out with an item already in mind. 

Harry watches as you select your weapon of choice, turning back to him with satisfaction and a cheeky smile, the chosen toy on display is just begging to be played with, and it seems that both of you are ready to oblige. 

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Forgive me for I am a sinner and I feel zero regrets. Hell can have me because I am DONE. I hope you guys enjoy this one! It's been a while since I've blessed the children with smut and I hope I have succeeded lmao. - Emmy. xo 💞

#not opposed to writing a pt2 #its 1 am again #so this is unedited #I'll fix it tomorrow I swear #harry styles x reader #harry styles one shot #harry styles smut #harry styles x y/n #elioslover #harry x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles fic #harry styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles x you #harry styles fanfic #harry styles concept #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagines #harry styles writing #harry styles masterlist #harry styles fic rec

[spaghettiwench]

Norrie and Lucy both had friendship bracelets they made each other while they had free time on jobs (you know the ones you make at summer camp with all the knots that takes FOREVER to make) Lucy's bracelet has two shades of blue (one light one dark) and purple. Norries is yellow white and green.

They both tied the bracelets onto the others wrist once they were finished. A promise to each other that they were going to last, tight enough that the only way to get it off is to cut it.

Norrie still has hers, fairly beat up in her ghost locked state but still holding on strong.

Lucy on the other hand lost hers on a job one night during her first week in London.

When she realized it was gone she was in the shower after a job. She had locked herself in her room for the next few days, refusing to see anyone, refusing to eat any of the trays Lockwood tried to bring up and the boys had no idea why. No idea until one day months later after the bone glass Lucy walks up to them one morning without a word and ties a poorly knotted bracelet around each of their wrists. George's is orange, red and pink and Lockwoods is teal, grey, and purple. They didn't understand it at first, Lockwood moaned that it clashed with his outfits; and jewelry had always bugged George, he said that it got in the way.

It wasn't until Lockwood caught her making her own in the garden one sunny morning spending hours tying tedious knots one color after the other that he understood. He looked at the bracelet on his right wrist and realized that this scrap of embroidery thread represented a promise. One of persistence, one of patience, one of a future where all that time and love that was put into it was paid back tenfold.

Lockwood never complained about his again after what he saw, and while George still complained about his he resolutely refuses to cut his off.

Lucy wears a new bracelet on her wrist now, four to be exact. They get caught on all the wrong things and take forever to dry after a shower but she refuses to take them off until they break.

one is two shades of blue and purple

one is yellow, green, and white

one is orange, red and pink

and the last is teal grey and purple

#sorry guys the voices won with this one #this came to me in a dream #its 5am #maybe i'll expand on this #idk #lockwood and co #lockwood & co #lucy carlyle #anthony lockwood #george karim #george cubbins #lockwood and co netflix #lockwood and lucy #locklye #the empty grave #the hollow boy #the creeping shadow #the screaming staircase #the whispering skull

[breelandwalker]

Willow Wings Witch Shop - New Home

The shop is moving to Shopify in February 2024! Pictured are some of the new items that will be available once the shop opens. (One or two are currently available as previews.)

Here are some of the things you can look forward to with the new shop:

Faster, easier ordering process with additional payment options

Purpose-driven spell kits (including spells from The Sisters Grimmoire)

New colors for the Witch Web Kits (including metallic and glow-in-the-dark)

New magical powders (Inspiration Salt, New Home Powder, and more!)

New Mini Bottle Charm variants (Strength, Confidence, and more!)

New items like Moon Spell Jars

Monthly emails with announcements and featured items

Periodic new merch drops and seasonal offerings

Make sure you update your bookmarks to http://hexpositive.myshopify.com and sign up for the email list so you can be notified of the opening and new merch drops.

Happy Witching!

Img Descrips-

Photo 1 - Witch Web Kit in green (four skeins of embroidery floss, two green, one white, one black, inside a wooden embroidery hoop with a small silver pentacle charm in the middle)

Photo 2 - Moon Spell Jars (six small glass jars containing herbs and crystals, each topped with a full moon wax seal in a different color - green, blue, purple, red, black, and silver; on all but the silver seal, the full moon is detailed in silver ink)

Photo 3 - Contents of the "Straw Into Gold" spell kit (three skeins of embroidery floss in different gold and golden-yellow hues, three small clear plastic bobbins, and one green chime candle)

Photo 4 - Strength Bottle Charms (two tiny glass bottles with cork closures, each with an eye hook, silver findings, and an acorn charm, one in silver and one in bronze)

Photo 5 - Wish Bottle Charm (single tiny bottle in foreground with others in the background on a silver tray; the bottle has a cork closure, silver findings, and an iridescent white butterfly charm; a small baggie with "Wishes" written on the paper label sits beside the bottle)

Photo 6 - New Home Powder (two glass vials with black caps and white printed labels, one upright, one laying down; the label text reads "New Home Powder" and lists the ingredients)

#witchcraft #witchblr #witch community #pagan #witches of tumblr #witch shop #witches #witchy things

[n-s4kayaky]

𝔹𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟

Pt.2

warnings: This story is about the Cross Guild in a female version, so clearly the relationships were about Female x Female since Reader was about a woman. Sexual tension, aggression, humiliation, power dynamics

a/n:SOOOOO, I really wanted to do this, it landed in my head one day and since then I haven't been able to get the idea out of my head. I think it will be three, four chapters in which you end up in bed with these women, this story is pure indulgence so enjoy

For many years now, of which you have been working for Mrs. Crocodile, you went to her in search of a simple job in her great casino and in the blink of an eye you ended up being her right hand and let's say something else. You were always by her side, preparing the paperwork, calling the subordinates of the Baroque Works, giving her the fibers of how much money she had raised in her casino and helping her with what she asked of you… We do know what it means. You were faithful to her and I reward you in many ways, if it was true that sometimes that great woman was scary and that never disappeared in you even as the years passed. After the attempt to conquer Arabasta failed miserably due to the straw hats, you remained there, working for her while she was taken to Impel Down. It was a somewhat sad and hard few months without the accompaniment of your mistress; But you were able to keep going while you ran their business. The day she appeared at the door after such a long time you screamed with excitement and spent most of the day glued to her repeating how much you had missed her while her big hand caressed your head cooing to you, that night was quite long and satisfying for both of you

Several weeks after his return, you gave a piece of news which left you a little perplexed. It seemed that he had made an alliance with one of the new Yonkos; Buggy The Clown, and the greatest swordswoman in all of the All Blue; Dracule Mihawk. As it was obvious that you knew who those women were and you were not going to question your wife about her decisions, although it still seemed strange to you that she made an alliance, she liked to be the one in charge of everything. Shortly after the news, a boat was prepared in which you and your wife were to go to the meeting area with the two women. Your eyes widened when you saw that the meeting area was a big circus tent, you thought it would be somewhere more professional but you didn't question your lady again. As you enter the tent you are dressed in circus clothes, a girl in what looked like she was wearing a fur coat accompanied by a hat with bear's ears came up to you, asking Mrs. Crocodile to please follow her to where her captain and the swordswoman were.

You went up some stairs and went down a long corridor, always close to your mistress while you recognized the surroundings, you came to a large door quite striking to say the least, the purple wood hurt your eyes and the gold details were quite visible. The girl in the bear hat opened the door for you and you could see inside. A large hall, filled with fabrics of all colors that hung on the walls along with gold ornaments that hung along with the fabrics, a large carpet, and above this an acacia table on which was placed a silver tray with a bottle of wine and a half-drunk cup. A small bowl of fruit accompanied it, in front of the table was a large green armchair with cushions of a darker color and seated in this armchair were the other two women. A la derecha se encontraba Dracule Mihawk, The woman was sitting in the armchair gracefully, occasionally drinking from the glass of wine that was on the table, her jet-black hair was combed behind her hat, her eyes were closed and she was concentrating on the wine she was drinking, one of her legs rested on top of the other as it bounced. Seeing her beautiful heeled toe leather boots, her characteristic coat was open and left a beautiful scarlet corset with silver details on display and of course her great sword Yoru rested behind her. Next to her was Buggy, the girl was trying to get the attention of the other woman out of boredom and when she saw that she didn't pay any kind of attention to her, she rumbled on the couch and with her power she separated from one of her hands so she could take a bunch of grapes and leave it on top of her mouth while she grabbed it with her floating hand, The first thing that caught your attention as expected was his big round red clown nose, he also had a characteristic clown makeup, Quite well done, her long blue hair was gathered in two cute ponytails with ponies in the ponytail garters, she wore a beautiful red bodysuit, with ruffles on her neckline, sleeves and lower area, in the middle of her chest there were white pons to match her scrunchies, her bare legs were covered with red and white striped stockings

Buggy when he heard the door open he directed his gaze to it, seeing Mrs. Crocodile and then to you, when his eyes fell on your figure his gaze lit up and he jumped up from the chair while he approached you with a big smile "Croco-Chan, you finally arrived! I was getting bored because Dracu doesn't pay attention to me," he said while pouting, Mihawk opened his eyes at his name and looked at Buggy seriously with those beautiful yellow eyes outlined "Don't call me that." He said dryly, his gaze rested for a few seconds on your form, scanning you from top to bottom making your body tremble, without taking his gaze off you he raised the wine glass to his lips taking a sip "Oooww, Dracu come on, don't be that serious" Buggy said with a melodious tone as he directed his gaze to the swordswoman and then quickly directed his gaze towards you with a big smile in which there was a hint of mischief. I didn't know you knew such beautiful girls" He said as he stood in front of you, he smiled happily and took both of your hands "Delighted darling, I'm Buggy, the biggest of the pirates, although you already know that" He said while winking at one of his eyes and giving you two big kisses on the cheek, making your face burn. Crocodile looked at the scene seriously, belching smoke from his cigar while letting out a small "Tsk". Her large hand decorated with rings rested on your hip, bringing your body closer to hers as she looked at the clown with a smile "It's MY clown assistant, keep a distance.." "Oh come on Croco, don't be so jealous" He said again in a singsong manner while a slight panic could be noticed in his voice, your lady let out a groan as she began to walk towards the couch, passing by the blue-haired one

Buggy followed behind them, watching Crocodile sit in one of the corners of the couch, looked at Mihawk and simply shook his head in greeting as he took the cigar out of his mouth and shook the ash from it. You looked at Mihawk and approached her, ready to greet her in a symbol of politeness: "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Mihawk." She looked you up and down, put the glass on the table and then took one of your hands delicately, brought it to her lips and kissed your knuckles gently, placing her intense yellow eyes on yours "It's a pleasure dear.." Your cheeks turned a deep red as the jet released your hand as gently as before. You swallowed trembling saliva and nodded as you returned to your lady's side, standing next to her, your lady looked at the swordswoman seriously while chewing the cigar with her teeth with some rage, you looked at Crocodile and somewhat nervously placed your hand on top of hers, she quickly turned it over and grabbed your hand tightly and possessively. You've always known that your lady is very possessive and jealous when it comes to you, in many of the gatherings you've been to with her she's kept you glued to her, making it clear to people that you were her property.

Buggy sat on the couch, between the two women as she swallowed, noticing the nervousness in her to be between those two great women, I mean, who wouldn't be nervous? He cleared his throat and coughed softly as he looked at the women with a nervous smile, "Well girls, let's talk about the Cross Guild."

The three women were talking for a few long minutes, Croco was the one who talked the most, as she was the most accustomed in these matters, Buggy answered from time to time and blurted out some complaint or bad joke when she had the opportunity and finally Mihawk, she was the quietest and just talked from time to time, arguing with your lady. In the meantime you stood silently by your mistress's side, you were accustomed to stand for several hours at the meetings to which you went; But even if you were used to it, your legs kept getting tired, making you move a little. Buggy looked at you and smiled softly as he cocked his head "Hey sweetie, do you want to sit down? You've been on your feet for quite some time" The eyes of the other two women fell on you and you quickly got on your nerves as you shook your head with a slight smile on your face "No, no, I'm fine, but thank you very much Miss Buggy" "You don't need to behave so professionally sweetness, you can sit down and have a drink without a problem, What's more!" His hands separated from his body and flew quickly towards you, without any warning his gloved hands grabbed your hips and moved you towards the clown, forcing you to fall into his lap, he smiled widely and settled you on his lap, placing his chin on your shoulder, having his lips dangerously close to your neck, making your skin stand on end. Your cheeks warmed up again and you looked at your mistress, who watched furiously as you sat on the clown's lap, biting hard at the tip of her cigar. Buggy smiled and looked at both women as he wrapped his hands in your lap, gluing both bodies together and making you feel his breasts against your back

"Well, where were we going?" He said in a somewhat mischievous way in his voice as he hugged you as if you were a large stuffed animal. Crocodile continued to speak of the terms with some seriousness, looking at you and Buggy with each passing second. As Buggy spoke he stopped paying a modicum of attention, rubbing his face against your neck and breathing from it, making you shudder, with one of his hands apart he picked up the bunch of grapes again, bringing it to your lips while smiling kindly, encouraging you to eat and no doubt that was the straw that broke the camel's back for Mrs. Crocodile. With his big golden hook he grabbed Buggy's pigtails, pulling them and forcing his head to separate from his body, he let out a scream while looking at your lady trembling, Crocodile took a spur of his cigar and released the smoke on the girl's face while she looked at him with eyes full of fury "What do you think you are doing with MY assistant, "V-come on Croc, I'm being nice, don't be so angry, heh.." "Nice is it that you're squeezing her like you're a leech!?" You watched the scene fearfully from Buggy's lap, your eyes fell on Mihawk, who was quietly drinking from her wine

You swallowed hard and got up from Buggy's lap quickly, approaching your mistress and sitting on her lap, she quickly watched you while you took her cheeks with a slight blush on your face "My lady excuse me, I shouldn't have sat down from the beginning… You know I'm yours," you said in a soft, affectionate tone as you watched the larger woman, who sighed as she tossed Buggy's head into her lap, causing her to sob and grab her head with trembling hands.Crocodile looked at him with annoyance and another snap came out of his mouth, you moved your hands, making his eyes rest on you, watching your body on your lap, he sighed and let out a great cloud of smoke, his good hand took the cigar and his hook landed on your waist, sticking both breasts together while directing his lips well painted of that red that you loved so much to yours, giving you a big kiss while caressing your hips with the tip of his hook, making you let out a little gasp through the kiss as he felt the cold tip of it against your skin, gently scratching it.After a few seconds you separated due to lack of oxygen, looking for a few seconds, seeing that desire and anger in your mistress's eyes. She cleared his throat gently and settled you on his lap while clearing his throat softly, looking at the two women in the room seriously, "Good… Let's move on then."

You watched the two women for a second, you saw how Buggy had placed his head on his body again, he is wiping away the small panicked tears that had escaped his eyes at Crocodile's brutality while a great blush had adorned his cheeks, meanwhile Mihawk ran over your body sitting on your mistress's lap with a twinkle in his eye that you could not recognize, You let out a slight sigh as you timidly hid your face in your mistress's collarbone.

This alliance would be veeeeery long for you…

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Hi guys this is the standalone fic I’ve been working on that i had done a poll about earlier last week! it’s slightly longer but enjoy 💋🫶

! NSFW !

I linked the song below used in this story if you aren’t familiar with it.

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I plant my ruby red heels on the hard pavement outside the glowing bar ravenging with music, I emerge from the car, a cold breeze blowing past me. I turn the corner, my stiletto clicking against the stone, there he is leaning against the wall, cigarette in hand.

“Hey you,” He speaks, “been waitin’ on ya.”

I give him a small smile, “But I’m worth it right?” I tease as I bounce walking towards him.

He scoffs putting out his cigarette, “Ladies first.” He motions opening the front door.

“Such a gentleman- thank you Johnny.” I playfully imply.

He dips his head down, laughing. I walk in, the place filled with reds, greens, blue, purples, any color you name it’s probably there. The pungent stench of alcohol whiffs from the bar, to be expected. I feel Johnny place his hand on my right shoulder, excusing himself as he walks past me toward a booth in the corner. I followed him shortly. The seats are velvet, I feel myself melt into the cushions. I run my hands over them constantly (They're sooo soft). The waitress strides over notepad in hand.

“Hi guys, what can I get you tonight?”

“I’ll take a whiskey, neat.” He glances toward me.

I raise my elbows onto the round table supporting my face with my hands, “Anything sweet is fine.” I smile.

She nods and walks off, ponytail swaying.

“Whatcha’ been up to Darlin’?” Johnny asks, leaning back.

I fiddle with my fingers, “Not much, helping Daddy around the house, you know. The usual.”

He nods, “Father like me any better yet?”

My dad had never approved of Johnny, I stopped mentioning him although I know he knows I still meet with him, but I couldn’t say that.

I give him a small frown, “Sorry.”

“That’s all right, I’ll take you for myself if I need to.” He smirks.

I blush, all of Johnny's remarks are always so possessive, yet he’s never said anything about us. He knows there’s something there. I’m just waiting for him to make a move.

The waiter paces back, four drinks on an metal tray. She passes Johnny his, the smell smacks me in the face. I gag slightly. I’ve never liked alcohol, let alone the taste that coats your mouth. The lady passes me a red drink, it fizzes bubbles with a cherry on top. I thank her. Johnny watches me as he drinks the whiskey, he has no reaction. I’d be cringing, how the hell does he do it?

I take a sip from the curly straw in my drink, the bubbles pop in my mouth. It tastes like cherry cola. I take a moment.

“You ain’t drinkin’ it?” Johnny chimes.

“I will. Can’t drink too much at once.”

Johnny swallows the last of his whiskey, “Don’t cha’ tell me you’se a lightweight?” he teases.

I roll my eyes. I challenge him, chugging the glass. The fizz pools in the back of my throat. God that was a bad idea, yet I raised my eyebrow toward him proving that I wasn't a “lightweight” (although I totally am). Johnny chuckles as he calls the waiter for another round, then another, then another.

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Another. And another. I watch her continuously downing each drink. Damn she’s persistent but she ought’ to give up soon enough. 5th drink. 6th drink. 7th drink. I stop at the eighth. She’s a fuckin’ mess. I pull the drink away from her, she reaches back out for it completely missing the neck of the glass.

“Johnny…” She whines, “I can do it.”

“Naw sweetheart, you’se messed up enough.”

“Ugh.” She groans, “You ain’t no fun.”

“I guess so.” I chuckle at her.

Her eyes flutter from the flashes of the lights, she’s staring at me, maybe doubled. I ain’t never seen er’ like this, so giggly, so… intoxicated. She exclaims and suddenly rises from the booth walking towards the stage. I watch from afar as she whispers into the band's ear. Music starts playing. Johnny Guitar. She was toying with me. We can play this game. I laugh as I get comfortable for the show against the booth. She walks up towards the mic, taps it once then chuckles. Anticipating applause erupts from the booths around. I stay locked on her. She moves her hips to the light beat, her black dress sways like liquid. She holds onto the microphone pulling her red lips close, the beat plays, she speaks.

“Play the guitar… play it again, my Johnny~”

The words roll off her tongue like butter. Soft and pristine, I lean forward, eyes still locked, observing her. She continues, the crowd is silent, listening.

“I was always a fool~ for my Johhny.” She sings.

She maintains eye contact whilst singing, I nod slightly. The way my name flows off of her ignites something. Something bad. A small smile erupts, and she begins to step down the stage. One foot after another, She circles around the floor, stopping a table every now and then, dragging her fingers along them. Twirling, her voice is gentle. So gentle… like her.

“…if you’re cruel, you can be kind~”

No I can’t. Hunger brews deep in my stomach. Perfect, stupid prey walking straight into my trap. Stopping at my table, she leans in closer mere inches from my face. I fight the urge to devour her right here. She raises the microphone.

“There was never a man~ like my Johnny…” She closes.

I stare at her, earning her gaze in return until the audience begins applauding again. Her scent lingers within the tension of the air. The moment of the kill. But she pivots on her heel, turning and giving a slight bow. Her dress almost exposing her as she walks off toward the bathroom.

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We just stare at each other. His eyes grow dark, hungry like a wolf expecting something. My stomach curdles, oh god I feel sick, did I really just do that? Me on stage? Serenading Johnny. I run off. The music ringing in my ears fades, I spot the bathroom towards the secluded part of the bar. My savior. I need to collect myself. As I go to grip the handle someone grabs my wrist. The hand is smooth. That wasn’t Johnny's hand… I turn.

“Hey lady, you put on quite a show.”

The man had blonde hair, looked slightly older, a blue shirt..? Maybe purple…? It constantly changed shades or maybe that was just me.

“Uhm… thanks?” I question rubbing my pounding head.

“Say… wanna come with me?”

“Huh- what are you-?”

“Cmon’ I’ll make it worth your time.” he brushes my arm.

My vision fogged, “Johnny?” I called.

The man speaks but his voices echos out. He pulls me towards himself by my hips.

“..No.” I groan trying to push him away.

“Don’t play hard to get baby.” He pushes his face closer, he stenches of cheap beer.

I gag from the smell. My stomach turns again.

I make another effort, “…stop.” His grip is firm, his other hand moving up my leg.

Fuck. I don’t feel good. Alcohol overtakes my senses, I throw up on him.

I immediately sober up.

“YOU FUCKING BITCH!” He yells.

He grips my arms hard, I scream. Not like this. Please God. Smashing me against the wooden bathroom door, I fall to the ground, head ringing, Silhouettes fill my vision as I groan in pain. Pick yourself up Y/N.

“Johnny..?”

He stands there towering over that man who's now on the ground, his knuckles covered with blood. Not his blood. I peek around Johnny's broad frame, the man is painted red. His face a mix of crimsons, and flesh colored tones. If you can even call it a face anymore… I looked up at Johnny still spread on the floor, his breathing heavy. Fists clenched he turns and looks at me. Tears fill my eyes, none of this was supposed to happen tonight. He lifts his boot up.

“Johnny! No-“ I reach out.

His boot makes contact with the man’s skull. The thud echoes in my head. If he was breathing he wasn’t anymore. I begin to dissociate, eyes wide, tears streaming down my face. Johnny reaches for my hands helping me stand. My gaze lingers on the body.

He cups my face with his blood stained hand, “You alright Darlin’?”

I open my mouth, still focused on the man. No words escape, I can’t find a single letter at all. I just lean into him. His breathing becomes an anchor for mine.

I mumble against his chest, “I was so scared,”

Looking up at Johnny he now holds my face with both hands. He stares.

“I thought he was gonna-“

He cuts me off, “Ain’t nothing’ to be afraid of anymore.”

I nod lightly. He brushes his thumb over my cheek, I see the blood transfer.

“Go clean yourself up. I’ll drive ya home.”

I nod again, “Okay…”

I push the door open to the bathroom looking back once at Johnny. I’d never seen this side of him. But he protected me right..? Maybe he went too far? My mind is in shambles. Leaning over the sink I look up. Mascara runs down my face, the blood stains my pink cheeks. I run paper towels under the faucet, wiping up my mess. Not as good as when I first came in but it’s okay. I take a deep breath and walk out. The body is gone. That only means two things. I don’t want to think about it. I look into the bar, no sign of that man. It’s too much, I can feel the panic surging once more. I exit from the back door. Johnny stands against the brick wall, another cigarette in hand. I look towards him.

“Ready?”

He’s so nonchalant about the whole situation. Was he used to this? I nod. A few moments pass. His eyebrows furrow, spitting out his cig he walks toward me trapping me between the wall and his body.

“You aw’fully quiet.” he drags.

I swallow, “Did you…kill him?”

Did I want to know the answer? Probably not. Maybe I already knew. He starts shaking his head dismissing the thought, then leans closer.

“You gon’ keep quiet? Or do I have to make you?”

My eyes widen at his threat while he trails his gloved hand along my jaw. His other hand starts trailing up my hip.

“Hm?” He growls.

I stare at him once more, his eyes brew, locked onto me like a wolf who had found his dinner. My stomach flips. Cold metal makes contact with my chin, I look down. A skinning knife is wedged in his hand. He trails the blade down stopping at my jugular. He presses slightly. He tilts his head looking for a response. My mouth dries. He presses again, breaking a light layer of skin, collecting the small drops of blood on the tip of his knife. His eyes rip me open as he licks the blood off slowly. He breathes in deep.

“Johnny-“ I gasp.

“Shhh~.” He shushes me, shoving two fingers into my mouth.

Iron invades my taste, throwing my mind into a spiral.

He drags his lips to my ear, “You gon’ be silent for me.

“Right sweetheart?”

I bite down slightly on his leather gloves nodding my head in fear.

“Good girl.”

He then moves down towards my neck where he had made the incision. My breath shakes as he begins sucking each ounce left like a starving vampire. Small cries escape my mouth.

He stops, lips hovering over the cut, ”I thought chu’ was gon’ stay quiet for me.”

His breath is hot.

“Yes- Johnny.” I take a deep breath, “Yes.”

He gazes at me as his hands trail up higher inside thighs, eventually making their way to my panties. He strokes me once then again. I cover my mouth to prevent sound from escaping. He lets out a small chuckle. He removes his gloves with his teeth, meeting them back downwards on me. He slips two fingers through the light fabric of my underwear and works his way into me, coating his fingers along the way. His digits move faster, I clench my mouth harder as my knees weaken slightly. Johnny presses his body against me harder to support me. The bulge in his pants grows harder. I stare at him, almost pleading. Nothing is in his gaze, just darkness. He pulls his fingers out, licking the juices coated on them, almost savoring them. I breathe deep again. He brings his knife towards the V-neck of my dress, cutting downwards in one smooth swipe, exposing my bra. He shortly after slides the knife under the band. Another swipe. Johnnys drags the blade along my chest, teasing, or threatening…? Then, another incision under my collarbone, yet this one he digs in harder, dragging the blade along slowly. My eyes start watering. He looks at me expectantly, thinking I'll make noise. Blood runs down my chest. He looks for a moment longer, a small smirk appearing before he goes back down to the incision, running his rough tongue along the dripping liquid, meeting his way to my nipple. He inserts his fingers back into me, working faster, sucking, bleeding me dry. I press my hand farther into my face, I grip Johnny's hair with my left. Soft sobs muffle into my mouth, he doesn’t say anything.

Johnny emerges from the incision, “I love watchin’ you bleed.”

Mouth stained with blood, his eyes glistened with an insatiable hunger. An intense gaze that seemed to pierce through the shadows, seeking sustenance and desire as he unbuckled his belt. He slowly removes my hand,

“…Johnny.” I exasperate.

“You gon’ be so good for me Darlin’.”

“Just chu’ wait.”

He rips a piece off of my dress, gagging me with it. He suddenly grips my hips, turning me the opposite way, I shriek as my breasts make contact with the frigid brick wall. I arch my body back avoiding any contact, Johnny then thrusts into me banging me back into the wall. I moan in pain, gripping the loosening bricks, stabilizing myself. My nails dig into the hard material, yet deep enough to make a mark. Johnny's continuous thrusts throw me against the wall as I press back into him hoping for some type of warmth. He’s deep, consistent, picking up his pace every few minutes. Stretching me out I can’t help but cry out for each pound he takes into me, every single one digging deeper and deeper until I feel like I'll split open. He tugs my head back by the knot of the gag he’d tied. I try locking eyes with him, my vision teary.

“You feel fuckin’ perfect around me.’” He growls.

His lips meet back at my neck, My screams muffled as he digs his canines inwards. Biting down as he thrusts, my skin rips at the resistance, blood seeps and Johnny relishes in it. My vision fogs, the pain gnaws at the edges of my being. A symphony of agony, discordant and unyielding, mixing with the cascading of warmth that courses through my senses. Blissful serenity sends my eyes backward. Darkness fogs my vision, my knees fall, the only thing keeping me standing is Johnny's hard body. He uses his right arm to grip my waist, the warm touch invading my nerves. I throw myself back into him wishing for more. I gush out as his pace begins to slow, he exits, parting ways with our bodies. I drop to the ground, breathing heavy, eyes dimming Johnny leans over me.

“You lost quite a lotta’ blood sweetheart.” he chuckles.

I groan lightly, reaching out towards his fading figure. Then everything goes dark.

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Johnny's arms wrap around your hips, carrying you toward his truck over his shoulder. Placing you in the passenger’s seat, he ties together your hands and legs with rope.

“Had a whole lotta fun with you.” he mocks, “Too bad you’se too pretty to go to waste Darlin’.”

He lights another cigarette before stepping into the driver's side, taking the same dirt path back toward the ranch.

Welcome Home.

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@jegulus-microfic september 8 — colorful — 1.4k words

cookie baking vs beef cake jamie and reg being a mess

James was trying to put on weight.

Something or another about how you gain more muscle that way and after a few weeks you can decide to cut back and ideally the fat will get burned up and vanish and the muscles underneath will remain. However the hell that’s supposed to work, Regulus is no fucking gym rat.

His stupid brother and that one’s equally stupid best friend are though and so Regulus is subjected to witnessing them throwing back their morning protein shakes like berserks and nearly pissing himself when at night he wants another glass of water from the kitchen sink and is met with the sight of Sirius and James wolfing down blocks of Feta or spooning half a litre buckets of low-fat quark like feral fucking raccoons bent over a trashcan.

As well as, apparently, high calorie sugar cookie baking.

James had the ‘brilliant’ idea of getting thousands of edible baking embellishments to put on top of the cookies. Food coloring for the frosting, marshmallows, little chocolates, nuts, sprinkles, whipped cream– Regulus is fairly sure the list goes on. 

Pulling out every option under the sun, basically.

Somehow they’d ended up being abandoned by all three Sirius, Remus and Peter so now Regulus was to endure all…this all by himself.

This being James burly arms clad by his tight shirt that fits even more snugly now after the extra few pounds. Smooth brown skin, broad shoulder and a wide back, as always, and now he no longer looked fit as fuck but he instead fucking cuddly.

Regulus was led into a false sense of security believing that surely the less pronounced James’ muscles would get the less he’d internally melt down if in his close proximity.

Regulus was fucking wrong for that speculation because now the light pudge to James’ tall form makes him look so fucking domestic and warm and like home that Regulus wants to rip the hair out of his skull no less than a thirty times on a daily basis.

And now Regulus is being seducted bullied into baking cookies with that man. Looking the way he does now. For the next two hours minimum. Just the two of them. Alone.

“Arms up, love,” while tying the apron low on Regulus’ back.

Helping Regulus mix and knead and roll their dough, standing all close and smelling spicy and mind bendingly good.

Hunching forward and pressing his palms down into the counter to get it flat.

Smiling softly to himself when he places the excelled cookies successfully on the tray and snickering mischievously when he gets away with using the Christmas cookie cutters, producing several reindeers before Regulus catches him and puts an end to his nonsense.

It’s barely even Halloween season, christ’s sake. 

Regulus takes a breath when they slide the last tray into the oven. Rubs with the back of his hand at the crusted flour on his forehead as James sets the timer, grinning warmly at him.

They take a few on the couch in peaceful silence. And again, false sense of security.

Regulus thought the hard part was over already.

Regulus had not given James’ creative streak enough credit in his calculations.

They ‘have to’ make 4 different colored frostings.

A nice warm pink one, a light blue one, one is yellow with edible glitter, “Obviously so that it looks like gold, Reg, keep up.” and a last one James wildly pours the blue, green and purple into. Doesn’t mix the last one well so that it stays colorfully streaked.

“Galaxy vibes, hey?”

Regulus sighs.

James’ grin only widens at that, “What?”

And he pauses to lean right next to Regulus against the counter. Regulus busies himself with stirring the already perfectly smooth, equally saturated pink frosting, huffing an annoyed breath, “What for?”

“Why not?” James counters.

Regulus ignores that. “Don’t you think it’ll taste weird if the coloring’s not properly mixed with the frosting?”

James cocks his head at that for a moment, “Only one way to find out.”

And then proceeds to swipe a finger through the bowl and hold it up to Regulus’ face.

“Open up, love.”

And Regulus knows he shouldn’t.

Feels it in the way his shoulders draw tight and his breath refuses to come back out after the intake.

But James is looking at him with those deep brown eyes behind his glasses, the mess of raven hair streaked with flour dust and the slightest uptick in the corner of his parted lips.

Regulus slowly opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out.

Looks up at James as this one’s eyelids flutter once, twice and then he’s smearing the frosting from his digit down onto Regulus’ waiting tongue.

Regulus feels himself sway into the motion, tilts his head back to make James’ index slide down the tip of it and off.

Then James puts that same finger back into the frosting, without ever taking his eyes off Regulus, before leading it into his mouth as well.

Closing his lips around the sole fingertip and sucking. But still managing to get some on the lower line of his lips, having dipped his finger in too deep without watching what he was doing.

There’s a line of green in the formally white frosting and Regulus can’t stop staring at it. “You have a bit…”

James nods dimly, pupils blown, “You too.”

“Yeah?” it’s barely above a breath. James probably wouldn’t have heard if he wasn’t so close. When did James get so close? Wasn’t there just an arms length between them?

There’s not anymore. James is standing so close that the body heat radiating off of him is threatening to seep into Regulus’ slim frame and whack a shiver up his spine. 

So close that he has to duck his head to keep looking at Regulus.

So close that it’s apparently necessary to get Regulus’ chin in a gentle grip and tilt his head up.

That would be an explanation.

What does not fit into the explanation is the slick index finger that’s now sliding back and forth over Regulus wet bottom lip. 

What also doesn’t fit into the explanation is how Regulus would have gotten frosting on his lips when James had smeared it onto his tongue directly. 

Honestly, Regulus’ mind is far too occupied with more important thoughts right now.

Like the way James’ breath puffs against his lower face and how he keeps manipulating Regulus’ lips to part more and more.

Satisfied apparently when the fingerpad disappears only to promptly be replaced by James’ own fucking mouth.

Sucking Regulus’ bottom lip between his teeth and dragging oh so slightly that Regulus’ brain simply shuts down.

Because then James is releasing it, having gotten rid of the bit of frosting, but Regulus keeps his chin angled up. Like an insane person.

James doesn’t go far and promptly breaks into a smile before he dives back in for more.

Licking into Regulus’ mouth more confidently now and Ah, yeah there’s the frosting and the food coloring.

Regulus has the stray thought that their tongues must be stained from the color now but then James is skillfully prying the other bowl out of Regulus’ palms and then he’s being twisted a bit and now his hands are free to do stuff like run up the swell of James’ arm and shoulder and neck.

Which is downright indecent, even more so when James rumbles a noise into his mouth at the contact and Regulus feels it vibrate down into his gut immediately.

It makes him gasp and James uses that space happily, hungrily swiping his tongue and sucking at Regulus’ like he could fucking eat him, or at least the frosting right back out of his mouth again.

Regulus digs his blunt nails into the muscle of James’ neck which has him drawing back with a gasp.

It’s a bit embarrassing how little control Regulus has over the “Oh my god,” that’s slipping right out of him.

James smiles into another two quick kisses he can’t seem to help himself but steal.

They’re resting their foreheads together breathlessly when James mumbles, “And?”

Regulus makes an inquiring noise that’s more high-pitched than it should be.

James’ smile is evident in his voice, “Did it taste weird with the food coloring?”

Regulus suppresses the urge to pinch the skin of his neck, “Dunno.”

James lifts his head a bit and Regulus blinks his eyes back open.

Feels a warm tremble surge his body at the way James looks at him, “I think we should try again then.”

Regulus swallows with a bit of difficulty, nodding his head embarrassingly eagerly.

#oh i missed them #pudgy james is a vision yall #reg was like Help why is he literally More boyfriend shaped now?? #was watching dating show today (love allways) and there was a frosting scene #i couldn't help myself #jegulus fic #jegulus #jegulus microfic #starchaser #sunseeker #lune’s tiny fic

[najia-cooks]

[ID: A glass bowl full of leafy greens, diced vegetables, and a lemon wedge. End ID]

Kale salad with baharat-roasted sweet potatoes, mint, and thyme

Roasted chickpeas, sweet potatoes, and golden beets are combined with leafy greens and fresh herbs in this bright, zesty Mediterrannean-inspired salad. A quick massage with salted oil makes the kale tender enough to eat, while the earthy and warming spices in Egyptian baharat lend complexity and aroma to the roast.

Recipe under the cut!

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Ingredients:

For the salad:

3 bunches curly kale, chard, or other leafy green, steps removed (270g without stems; 6 cups when chopped)

1 Tbsp good olive oil

1/2 tsp table salt

Small bunch parsley

Small bunch mint

For roasting:

1/2 cup cooked chickpeas

3 golden beets

1 sweet potato (I used a purple sweet potato)

2 tbsp olive oil

1/2 tsp seb'a baharat

1/4 tsp salt

3 sprigs thyme

3 cloves garlic, peeled and crushed

Dressing:

1 Tbsp olive oil

Juice of 1/2 lemon (1 1/2 Tbsp)

1/2 Tbsp balsamic vinegar

Crack of black pepper

1-2 tsp mirin or granulated sugar, to taste

Instructions:

For the vegetables:

1. Prepare the vegetables. Chop the beets and potatoes into small pieces of equal size, and remove the thyme leaves from their stems. Coat beets and potatoes in olive oil, baharat, salt, and thyme, then roast at 400 °F (200 °C) for 5 minutes.

2. Dry cooked chickpeas with a kitchen towel. Add them to the baking tray with the other vegetables and mix well. Roast for another 5 minutes.

3. Add peeled garlic to the baking tray and mix again. Roast for another 5 minutes, or until potatoes and beets are fork-tender.

For the salad:

1. Wash greens well in a colander. Remove stems and save for another purpose (such as pickling or mincing and adding to a soup). Roughly chop leaves and dry in a salad spinner, or by wrapping in a kitchen towel and spinning the towel around quickly.

2. In a large bowl, combine leaves with 1 Tbsp olive oil and 1/2 tsp salt. Massage the oil and salt into the leaves for a minute or two to soften.

3. Float parsley and mint in a bowl full of cool water to clean. Remove leaves from their stems and dry them with a kitchen towel. Roughly chop them and add them to the bowl with the greens.

For the dressing:

1. In a medium mixing bowl, combine all ingredients except oil.

2. Slowly add oil while whisking constantly, to emulsify.

To assemble:

1. Add roasted vegetables and dressing to the prepared greens and toss. Taste and adjust salt, pepper, lemon juice, and vinegar.

Serve immediately, as a side to a quiche or savory tart.

#cooking #salads #kale #sweet potatoes #beets #thyme #mint #lemon #gluten free

[anachronisticmech]

‘It’ll be easier for you to recognise me / By the coils of concentina wire / Surrounding my head in a shiny halo / Of small, sharp blades’ /lyr

[ID: a digital drawing of three characters, Edward, Marius, and Bonnie, standing together with handwritten lyrics in running writing in the background. Marius is in the centre, Edward to the left of them, and Bonnie to the right. Marius holds a tired, fatigued, and hurt expression, Edward one of intrigue, and Bonnie a smile.

Marius is a tall, fat pale vampire with long, pink, greying, wavy hair. The side of her head is shaved, showing a craniotomy scar. They have a small amount of facial hair, large and dark eye bags, some beauty spots, a lot of chest hair, and bruises from bites on their cheek and chest. They have pointed ears that still resemble human ears, and fangs. They have another scar down their chest from a sternotomy. Rot wears semi circle glasses and has a port on rots chest. She wears a purple and green Edwardian era style dress, with a lot of layers and gold ribbon on the corset.

Edward is a shorter, thin, brown Indian vampire with short, curly brown hair that is greying. He has a beard and moustache, large eye bags, and a lot of beauty spots. They have pointed ears that resemble humans the least out of the three characters, and fangs. He wears small, circular glasses with a glasses chain, and has a prosthetic eye. He is looking at Marius, and holding a metal tray, which is dripping a small amount of blood. They wear a light purple undershirt, and blue vest.

Bonnie is a medium height, fat, dark skinned First Nations Australian vampire with long, wavy dark brown hair, which is greying. She has some stubble, lots of beauty spots, and large eye bags. Radi has pointed ears in between Marius and Edward’s, and fangs. Vivi wears large circular glasses, a hanging earring with the Aboriginal flag in a circle, and has a ng feeding tube going into her left nostril. She is looking at Marius, with a hand on rots stomach. She wears an orange shirt under a white lab coat, blue jeans, and blue latex gloves. END ID.]

#they are t4t4t and crip4crip4crip by the way hehe #please ask questions about them /nf #I don’t know how to tag non fandom art but let’s go for it #sorry this isn’t drumbot Brian but please still give me attention #and them attention I guess #bat lover art #art #oc art #ocs #my ocs #oc #oc tag #oc artwork

[yaoipigglet]

I did I thing.

Inspired by certain someone who did this art work.

Please go follow them!!!

A young beautiful man wearing a soft green dress walked through a large mushroom forest. The sun shining in his crystal blue eyes, his sweet chocolate brown hair, tied back under his head scarf. His ghost dog floating next to him.

‘Little town, it's a quiet village

Every day like the one before

Little town, full of little Toadies.

Waking up to say-”

“Bonjour!”

“Good Morning!”

“Hiya!”

“Hello!”

“Yo!”

Luigi laughed as he walked through the town.

‘There goes the baker with his tray like always

The same old bread and rolls to sell

Every morning just the same

Since the morning that we both came

To this poor, provincial town’

An old looking toad sat on his porch and waved as the young man passed.

“Good Morning, Luigi”

Good morning, Señor Jean!”

“Where are you off to?” He laughed, tapping his cane on the floor.

“To return this book to Père Robert?

It's about two lovers in fair Verona” Luigi swooned, spinning on his toes. A look of happiness on his face.

“Sounds boring,” the old man laughed, sipping his tea.

‘Look there, he goes, that boy is strange, no question!’ Other toads gossiped.

‘Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?’

‘Never part of any crowd’

'Cause his head's up on some cloud!’

‘No denying he’s a funny boy, that Luigi!’

“Bonjour!”

“Good day! How is your family?”

“Bonjour! Good day! How is your wife?”

“I need six eggs!”

“That's too expensive!”

‘There must be more than this provincial life!’ Luigi sighed as walked into a building.

Walking into a small library, Luigi called out to a light green toad, putting books away on a shelf.

“Good Morning Señor Père!”

“Ah, if it isn't the only other bookworm in town!” The old one laughed, fixing his glasses.

“So, where did you run off to this week?”

“Two cities in Northern Italy

I didn't want to come back!” Luigi giggled.

“Have you got any new places to go?”

“I'm afraid not,” he sighed sadly.

“But you may re-read any of the old ones that you'd like!”

“Your library makes our small corner of the world feel so much bigger.” he smiled kindly, squeezing the old toad’s hand.

“Bon voyage!” Père smiled back as he walked off.

‘Look there he goes, the boy is so peculiar!’

‘I wonder if he's feeling well!’ Others spoke as he passed.

‘With a dreamy, far-off look

And his nose is stuck in a book!’

‘What a puzzle to the rest of us is Luigi.’

Luigi sat down on a bench, his dog sitting in the air beside him.

‘Oh, isn't this amazing?

It's my favourite part because you'll see

Here's where she meets Prince Charming

But she won't discover that it's him 'til chapter three!!’

Polterpup barked happily back at his owner.

‘Now it's no wonder that he’s called a 'Beauty!

His looks have got no parallel’ a few female toads laughed.

‘But behind that fair facade

I'm afraid he's rather odd!’ Another smirked.

‘Very different from the rest of us!

He's nothing like the rest of us!’

‘Yes, Luigi is different from the rest of us!.’

Meanwhile, somewhere in a large ghostly castle, a tall male ghost stared at our hero through a crystal ball. He wore an old white suit and large purple jewelled crown.

“Look at him, LeFou, my future husband!

Luigi is the most beautiful man in that village!

That makes him the best!”

“But he's so clumsy and timid, while you're so athletically inclined!” His smaller minion gulped, looking at the same man as his master.

“Yes, but ever since the war against that stupid reptile!;

I've felt like I've been missing something

And he's the only man that gives me that sense of-”

“Mmm, je ne sais quoi?” The minion smiled.

The ghost glared at his servant angrily.

“I don't know what that means!”

They look back to the ball.

‘Right from the moment when I met him, saw him

I said he's gorgeous and I fell!

There in town, there's only he,

Who is as beautiful as me!;

So I'm making plans to woo and marry Luigi!

‘Look there he goes

Isn't he dreamy?

Master Boo!’ Cried some Victorian ghost women hiding behind the door.

‘Oh, he's so cute!

Be still, my dead heart!

I'm hardly breathing

He's such a tall, dark, strong and handsome brute!’

Back in town, Luigi walked past everyone, buying food for him and his brother.

“Bonjour”

“Pardon”

“Good day”

“Mais oui”

“You call this bacon?!”

“What lovely flowers!”

“Some cheese”

“Ten yards”

“One pound!”

“Excuse me”

“I'll get the knife”

“Please let me through”

“This bread”

“Those fish”

“It's stale”

“They smell”

“Madame's mistaken”

“Well, maybe so!”

‘There must be more than this provincial life!’ Luigi sighed to himself as he walked back home through the forest, his dog at his feet.

‘Just watch, I'm going to make Luigi my bride!’ King Boo laughed.

‘Look there he goes

That boy is strange but special

A most peculiar young man!

It's a pity and a sin

he doesn't quite fit in

'Cause he really is a funny boy

A beauty but a funny boy

He really is a funny boy

That Luigi!’

@angelxd-3303

#king boo x luigi #bowser x luigi #bowuigi #Luigi #super mario #au

[kana-daydreams]

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

summary: a flu keeps the general under house arrest.

𝐏𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It is common knowledge that life is unpredictable—full of unexpected circumstances. 

But even with that knowledge, the last thing you’d expected, you, Sunset Purple—the greatest of all time, esteemed ranger and unrivalled hero, second to Black of course— was to be nursing one of Earth’s formidable foes back to health.

Achoo!

A loud sneeze resonates less than a few feet in front of you followed by a series of chest-rattling coughs.

“Try not to cough too much, will ya. You’re gonna make me catch your disease.” Your flat tone points at Warumono huddled under a thick blanket looking worse for wear. 

The ailing man had been cooped up in his apartment for at least two days, bedridden with the flu, details you knew because you’d happen to be…around. 

The repetitive beep of the microwave rings off, alerting you that the food you’d put to heat up a few minutes ago was finally ready. 

“Be right back, pointy ears.” 

You leave Warumono in his own company on the loft, returning in less than a minute with a tray. Tendrils of steam swirl above the rim of the bowl it carries, accompanied by a spoon, a glass of water and some medicine. 

 “W-What is that?” Warumono's raspy voice asks as he watches you set the tray down, eyes pinned on the bowl filled with a strange creamy liquid, garnished with some green and orange stuff along with chunks of what appeared to be...meat?

“Medicine and microwaved chicken soup.” You inform from beside his futon with a smile. “By the way, microwaved soup's the best you’re gonna get, so don’t go getting all picky on me.”

You scoop up a spoonful of the organic-flavoured soup, according to the label on the can, then subconsciously blow a few puffs of air to cool it down before nearing it towards Warumono’s lips. 

Warumono wordlessly glances down at the spoon, then up at you.

"What...are you doing?"

"Feeding you."

Silence. 

“...Is...Is it poisoned?”

“What? Why would you think that?”

Warumono sends you a pointed look that reads if you were seriously asking him a question than had an obvious and clear answer as a blue cloudless sky.

“Because you’re a ranger. Spoon feeding me—your enemy? It’s…weird.”

Heat rushes to your face. “W-Well it’s not like I wanted to.” You hurry to explain your actions that had all been a somewhat conditioned habit in your defence. “It’s just my…my motherly tendencies.” You add, growing more embarrassed, referring to the times you’d had to take care of the others back home, especially Mugi and Sora, your adorable babies.

Except you wouldn’t consider Warumono an adorable baby.

"And for your information, the soup isn't poisoned." You pout, still somewhat offended that he'd think you were capable of doing such a thing.

Warumono arches a brow, both at your response and your reaction to his words. But instead of commenting on it, he reaches a hand towards your own that holds the spoon, and curls his fingers gently around your wrist. He then guides it towards his parted lips.

When the spoon meets his lips, Warumono slurps up the liquid, his tongue poking out slightly to lick at his lips. And your eyes involuntarily follow the action.

Warumono hums, seemingly pleased at the taste. “Not bad." He muses. "Seems you were telling the truth about it not being poisoned.” He releases you from his grasp and waits this time with an expectant look on his face for you to feed him.

He waits and waits. And eventually asks when you show no sign of movement, “Aren’t you going to feed me?”

You fix a blank stare down at him, your words caught in your throat, flustered by what had just occurred. 

“...Feed yourself.” You murmur when you manage to collect yourself before leaving. 

© 2024 kana-daydreams

#𓇻 kana's misc ddrms #warumono san x reader #warumono x reader #kyuujitsu no warumono san #mr villain x reader #mr villain's day off

[shadoedseptmbr]

The fact of the matter is she doesn't understand what anyone likes about places like these. Yeah, people watching, yeah alcohol, yeah the ease of pulling someone from a dance floor to a corner for a quick fuck, already sweaty and lit from overdose levels of skin. but

okay she does sort of get it. she shoots back her stolen drink and drops the glass on a passing tray and then, shoving between bodies, her sightlines nothing but shoulders and straining tendons and bellies flashing in blue green purple pink light snagging another and pounding it back as the music shifts again, she thinks it's why everyone's cheering must be popular. this shotglass she tucks between her tits and leaves the lime. no time like the present, what did the doc call it, exposure therapy?

#sept writes #aedan shepard