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vgilantee · 1 year

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dear devoted delicate {xavier thorpe}

xavier thorpe x reader

requested: by my beloved julie @websterss <3

words: 2.2k

a/n: the reader is an outcast of an unknown type, but not a werewolf. i love werewolves, but because of some of the setup, it's gotta be a non-werewolf reader. also i went a little off-prompt but it's still the same in essence, and all the important bits are included, just shuffled up a little. oh and yes the title is a line from the song older, but i used it mostly because dear is a sweet petname, and butterflies have delicate wings. i think i'm clever. oh and if you're new here, i hate writing dialogue and it shows in this also if you want to see some really cool drawings of poisonous plants, send me an ask (please) because one of my favourite things ever are vintage botanical drawings (this will make sense in a minute dw)

warnings: n/a. just some sweetness. there is swearing though so idk if that counts as a warning

pronouns: she/her (maybe she/they? i can't remember if i threw in a 'they' lmao)

Once a month - sometimes twice if you were incredibly unlucky - you were kicked out of your room for two days while your roommate had a handful of her younger cousins over.

Before Nevermore, you loved the full moon. Now you had a love-hate relationship. You still loved the moon itself, but you never enjoyed showing up at your friend’s dorm, backpack over your shoulder and sleeping bag tucked under your arm, sheepishly asking if you could once again sleep on their floor. You could, in theory, go back to your room to sleep as your roommate and cousins wouldn’t be there, instead transformed into wolves and galavanting around the woods. But in your second month at Nevermore, you did that, and woke up to a room full of the less-than-dressed human werewolves, some of whom had chosen your bed to curl up on, with you still in it. Never again.

Full moons on the weekend were the worst. With no classes to occupy your time, you often found yourself moving from place to place around campus to find somewhere you could hide out before getting bored and moving on.

Xavier watched as you jogged past the archery field, headphones in and running shoes muddied. It wasn’t unusual to see you go past during club practice, though you tended to avoid it after a downpour. He’d asked you about it once, after seeing you in the library one rainy Saturday afternoon.

“My room already smells like wet dog at the best of times, I’m not going to add to that.” Your voice was light with humour; you adored Sofi and she always made sure to not bring in any smells with her. But the comment stuck with Xavier and the next time you were sat next to each other in Torture through History, he sketched out a wolf before moving his hand to bring it out of the page. You giggled quietly as the ashen wolf shook itself, small flecks mimicking water coming off, then curled up next to your hand. You had smiled down at it fondly as it fell asleep before dissolving into charcoal dust, leaving a light smudge on your hand. Xavier watched you and pretended not to notice the warmth that came to his face as you looked up at him, the fond look still in your eyes.

“Xavier, are you going to take your shot? Or you just going to keep staring at ‘em?” He shot up a middle finger over his shoulder before turning to follow its movement to see his club mates smirking over at him.

After ducking into Ash’s room to change into more comfortable clothes, you make your way down to the library. Ash was generally the most reliable for having space on their floor for you to crash, the thin roll-out mattress a permanent feature in the beanbag corner of the dorm.

On your way, you detour to your room to kick your muddy runners under your bed, though not before making an ‘I’m watching you’ motion toward a curled-up Sofi with a smile.

It wasn’t uncommon for couples to be hidden away in the library, especially not on an overcast weekend. But the Grimmstone library was the only library on campus that held an original copy of an 1800s toxic botany encyclopaedia.

After a few false turns with quick apologies to the interrupted couples, you finally found the right - and luckily empty - aisle. With your forefinger running gently along the worn spines, you made your way down the rows of books, glancing at the names of authors until you found the one you were looking for.

After carefully sliding the hardcover book off the shelf - nearly dropping it as the loose plastic dust cover slipped - you sat down at one of the desks lining the centre of the room and began flicking through. You flicked the book to the back, finger running down the yellowed page until you reached the name you were looking for: aconitum.

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“Big scary werewolf and you’re afraid of a little butterfly?” You laughed as you wandered into Plant Toxicology with Sofi.

“It flew right into my face!” She waved her free hand in front of her, mimicking the butterfly’s movements.

“And you squealed!” As you laughed, Sofi gently hip-checked you, nudging you toward your usual desk, before laughing with a shake of her head and walking toward her own. You nodded hello to Yoko as you sat beside her.

“Alight, class. Group paper time.” The sounds of groans and heads hitting tables bounced around the room. “I know, I know. Now, rows one and three, turn around and give a little wave to your partner.”

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You were hours early to meet your study buddy, but it was a non-issue. The time alone allowed you to make meticulous notes on the plant before worrying about formatting them into a presentable paper.

The notes you made were messy, quick dot points from the encyclopaedia that could make into a decent assessment. The paper was only short anyway, the first report of the semester that was more of a benchmark than a large percentage of your grade.

Headphones in, it wasn’t long until you found yourself with your feet up on the seat and book resting open on your thighs, reaching around your bent knees to occasionally take notes.

You were in the middle of triple-checking the spelling of a latin nomenclature when a flit of grey out the corner of your eye caught your attention. But as you turned your head to see what it was, all you could see was another couple darting down an aisle, whispering to each other. You shook your head with an amused exhale before turning back to your note-taking.

Just as you leaned forward to take a note, you saw the grey again. But this time, instead of a moment at the side of your vision, the grey moved in front of you just long enough to make out the shape of a butterfly before it landed on the tip of your nose.

Cross-eyed to stare at the charcoal insect, you pulled out the headphones slowly, trying not to disturb it. You knew it wasn’t real, recognising the trademark sketch lines of Xavier’s art.

Another pair of butterflies began to flutter in front of you, bouncing off of each other with tiny plumes of dust. You let out a small giggle and the bug on your nose darted away, flying right into the other two where all three of them exploded into a shower of dark powder onto the desk. Once the last of the dust landed, you turned quickly to look over your shoulders, dropping your feet to the floor, trying to find the artist.

You met Xavier’s eye as he folded his sketchbook closed in his right hand. His head was tilted with a smile as he made his way toward you, backpack slung over his shoulder.

“Howdy, howdy partner.” You wriggled your fingers to wave as he pulled out the chair beside you, dropping down and letting his bag fall to the floor. As he did, you noticed that Xavier’s pulled-back hair was a messy damp, the kind that comes with being caught in the rain.

“Started the fun without me.” He gestured lazily to your notebook and the two thick library books in front of you (at some point during your research you wandered back to the shelf and found a second book with information on the deadly plant).

“Wanted to make you jealous, of course.” You shot him a wink with a small giggle, turning back to your book just in time to miss the tips of Xavier’s ears go pink. “The butterflies were definitely a welcome distraction though,” you thanked, turning in your chair to face him fully, “I felt like I was going cross-eyed staring at these pages.”

“I’m happy to distract.” Xavier sent you a dopey smile and raised one hand to flatten down flyaways, and you bit the inside of your lip while ignoring the warmth that grew on your face. In your attempt to break eye-contact and hopefully get rid of the blush, your gaze flicked down to his mouth and caught him licking his lips.

Almost in sync, you and Xavier looked away from each other and as you looked over at the textbook, you heard him clear his throat.

“Okay, so,” Xavier broke the silence after a moment, “what have you got so far?”

You quickly delved into giving him a rundown of the notes you had made so far, explaining ideas you had come up with for it. However, you made a point of not looking up at him. It was a little awkward at times, where you would catch yourself beginning to look at him but quickly found a drawing of the purple flower far too important to not look over at.

Neither of you noticed that the sun had set until the howls of classmates made their way from this distance, the sound causing both of you to turn and look out the window.

“Shit, I didn’t realise how late it had gotten.” During the week, there was an 8pm curfew, but over the weekend library hours were extended and they were a little more lenient with the time you had to be back at your dorm giving you until midnight to be back. There was just one downside to being in the library late.

“Oh my god we missed dinner.” Xavier sounded devastated at the realisation, and you looked over to see him with the back of his hand pressed dramatically to his forehead.

“You hungry?” It wasn’t long past dinnertime, but because of the routine that came with living at Nevermore, you knew the answer would be yes. “I may or may not have some snacks hidden in my dorm.” He perked up, and though he would never tell, he was more than a little excited to be spending more time alone with you.

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Xavier sat awkwardly on your bed as you kicked off your shoes and began to pull a box out from under your bed. Pushing some heavy clothing out of the way, you pulled out a bag of chips and a couple of packets of sweets.

“It’s not really a dinner, but it’s food.” You showed him the food you had stashed, offering it weakly. Xavier scooched himself onto the floor, patting the space beside him and you sat yourself down cross-legged.

As Xavier pulled open the chip bag, you sent Ash a message saying you might be over late, but would try to be as quiet as possible. They sent back a thumbs up, and you shoved away your phone just in time for the chips to be held out in front of you.

Between the sweets and bag of chips, you and Xavier managed to talk about anything that came to mind as time quickly moved by. During your time, both of you got more relaxed, losing any vague semblance of good posture and leaned against the side of your bed. And maybe closer to each other, but only maybe.

Xavier pulled his sketchbook out of his backpack and leaned forward, listening to you talk as he drew. He hid his sketchbook from you as you tried leaning over him, giggling into his ear as you did.

You let your body flop onto the ground beside him, staring up leaning on your hand as he readjusted how he was sitting to keep hiding what he was drawing from you. Then he tucked his pencil behind his ear and held his hand above the page.

Lifting up with a rain of dust, a dozen small butterflies began to flit around your room. They bounced off each other, spinning in circles as they danced.

Much like the interruption of howls earlier in the evening, you are brought back into reality by the buzzing of your phone against the hardwood floor.

“I don’t mean to stop you from whatever you’re doing,” Ash skipped the greeting as you answer the call, “but if you’re sleeping here tonight you might want to think about showing up soon.”

“Hello to you too.” Sitting up properly, you watched Xavier as he turned on his phone screen and showed you the time, and you widened your eyes. “Oh fuck. Okay, thanks, Ash. Be there soon.” Xavier stood first, offering you a hand to pull you up which you happily took pretending not to notice the way he squeezed your hand shortly when you stood.

“I can walk you over if you want.” You were already shaking your head at the offer, knowing that you would be cutting it thin getting to Ash’s dorm and Xavier’s dorm house was in the opposite direction.

“No, it’s okay. I don’t want to be the reason you get in trouble.” He held the door open for you, leaning on the outer frame. As he pulled it shut his arm brushed your side.

There was a beat of silence as neither of you wanted to move. Although you had spent the night hanging out, the softness in that moment was different and not something you wanted to break.

Steeling yourself for a moment, you darted forward and kissed Xavier on the cheek, turning and beginning to walk away before you could see how he reacted.

Xavier watched as you moved quickly away, his cheeks and ears pink, He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times trying to figure out how to react. Once you disappeared around the corner, he let out a breath and sheepishly smiled to himself.

comments and reblogs are appreciated! as are asks about the fic!

rambles, feel free to ignore: this fic isn't… okay so i hold myself to very high standards which is a problem with my brain and things, and i need to stop doing that because i end up giving up on things that aren't perfect instead of appreciating that i have made something and it's mine and from my brain. again, a problem i need to sort out. but all this being said!! by my self-imposed standards this isn't amazing, and really i'm posting it as a "here! it's done! take it before i take it back and destroy it!" and that's only happening because it was a request from a mutual.

tl;dr: these rambles are more to say that i like this fic, and i'm happy enough with it, but my standards are so high that i don't think it's good enough. which is a common thing with creatives and just know that what you make is good because it's yours and you made it, and that's all that matters!

#char rambles #char writes #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe x you #xavier thorpe x y/n #reader insert fic #xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier thorpe oneshot #xavier thorpe blurb #char's mutuals #˚:✧｡• julie #xavier thorpe reader insert

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devotion-disorder · 4 months

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I'm planning on setting up an ask blog for my yandere ocs, do you have any tips for running a blog like that?

im not sure if im the best person to be asking about running an ask blog since im…frankly not doing a very good job at it, but i’m still happy to share some thoughts! take em with a grain of salt tho

I think one of the best things about running an ask blog is the collaborative aspect of it! As in, i dont often think of it as “people ask questions and i give answers” but rather “i am given prompts to deepen/ explore my characters”! So really its thanks to all the kind people who send asks to me to shape my ocs into who they are. this is kind of a horrible example but coke can Noel only became canon because of the whole small pp debacle LMAO Point is, i think it can be a fun way to figure stuff out along the way!!

With that said, its about a delicate balance of giving and withholding information. Sometimes im deliberately vague about key information to hopefully intrigue people into asking about it, eg: initially i only stated Noel has face-blindness but did not talk about how/when/why he got it or how that affects him. Once again, and fortunately, people were willing to engage with me and i get to release the lore organically bit by bit. This is not foolproof though, and you gotta lay down a foundation before others can build on it…i’ve received 100+ asks and not ONE person has asked about Kuuya’s right eye, but thats entirely my fault cause i never brought it up myself LOLL

Also i think its useful to diversify the type of content you put out! I originally planned to answer ALL asks with drawings but soon realised that was just impossible, hence i dabble in writing when im unable to draw. It also helps with burnout in general. Its a good way to keep up a regular posting schedule, which i find is very helpful in encouraging people to actually engage with you!

and lastly remember its your blog so its your rules babey!! go wild!! do whatever you want its literally your house. good luck and have fun!!

#anon #i also think very very generally 1-st person content seems to elicit the strongest responses #sorry for mistakes in this im typing this on my phone #i’ll be on the lookout for new yan ask blogs that pop out >:))

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the-s1lly-corner · 5 months

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HIIIII! (sorry if you're not taking requests rn) I was wondering if you could do a Jax x Reader who's like Spot from We're Lalaloopsy on Netflix? [fem] (specifically the Netflix one there's multiple Lalaloopsy shows/movies and they're all different) if you've never heard of we're Lalaloopsy, Spot is the best artist in the show, she loves painting, sculpting, anything like that. Spot is pretty innocent, always super energetic, but I would also like to add that the reader isn't upset by his jokes. Easily flustered, like, really, really easily. sorry if this was too specific 😭 Irrelevant note; I'm posting this anonymously because if my friends found out I made this request they'll bully me forever (I don't even think they have tumblr but wtv) again sorry if you couldn't understand this request, or if you can't do it. no rush!! <3

Jax x Spot (lalaloopsy)!Reader !

I know you likely mean that your friends would tease you for acting like this; but truly if its something you like and they make you feel bad you gotta let them know, unless you already have and they dont listen

In that case leave em!

I know you're likely being lighthearted but I will not stand for bullying RAAAAAAAH!!!

That said I hope you enjoy YAHOO!!

First things first, the fact that you're unbothered by jax's antics and pranks only fuels jax to keep trying to at LEAST get you a little annoyed

Thus leads to the two of you becoming closer; be it platonic or romantic ! Honestly at some point he starts stopping by your room just to chat with you

Sometimes watches you work on an art piece; I think I had a post recently with the cast x reader who draws and crochets.. and if memory serves me correctly I think I said jax would personally not be into it but wouldnt exactly turn you down if you offered (will blow you off if you guys are not friends, though)

And I think the same applies here; like sometimes he'll watch you work away and chat with you during the process but he wouldnt be too keen on making something for himself

Though I think if you got him to sit down and doodle with you he would draw some "scary" stuff (I.e. crude things or things that he can squeeze past the digital worlds censors) to try to bug you

But it doesnt really work; actually if anything you probably compliment him which totally throws him off

Attempts to ruin your innocence and naivety (not in a NSFW way ofc, this has been and always will be a SFW blog but the amount of NSFW reqs I've received over the past year is nuts and I feel I need to specify I mean this as SFW)

Like trying to introduce you to how horrible things can be

But it doesnt

Ruin you, if anything you show empathy

Just a sweetheart

Honestly the fact you're energetic is a good thing for jax since he can be all over the place, so if you can march his energy you guys can have a solid relationship, even if you dont match his mischief

Oh and hes definitely gonna exploit the fact you're easily flustered; casually slips in flirts and pickup lines when talking to you (if this is meant to be romantic), and flooding you with compliments just to get you all beet red

Little menace

But hes your menace

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #jax x you #jax x reader #jax imagine

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blackstarchanx3new · 6 months

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How do you draw up your comics so quickly? I've been wanting to get into making comics myself, but it seems so daunting lol

Was hoping to get some tips on how you draw them so well and so quickly /pos /nf

Omf that's a tough one. My honest first response is "All I do is draw all day" so please don't hold yourself to my standards I don't have anything better to be doing.

Basically it's a mix of stuff:

My art style is simple/character designs are simple. Backgrounds are simple, overall.

STUFF BE SIMPLE.

"Gets the point across" tends to be the idea.

Anatomy isn't perfect, gradients are used a lot, shading isn't always present, I try to limit my color pallets to be pretty small.

I have a bunch saved onto the side bar in Clip Studio. And I have presets like the borders of the panels as a pre-set so I don't gotta make a new one over and over again.

Short cuts are NOICE.

Art wise:

I start with a thumbnail. Just getting the idea/facial expressions of the character down.

Sketching is 2nd step but I have no examples because I delete those pretty quickly.

More similar to this so line art is WAY easier.

I change the sketch's opacity to like 20 ish and a light blue to see it better.

Then I do line art and add a neutral color under it to make coloring easy. I change this to black after ward to fill any gaps.

Add color and ba-bam

I use "Color burn" "linear burn" and Multiply in the layer settings for shading. Just depends on the circumstance.

I guess smth else I do is go by "Chapter" or scenes.

Smth that's helpful for some is writing a script and then drawing your stuff based on that.

Often what I end up doing is writing a script but using it as a guide rather than a beat by beat thing.

Referencing manga for inspiration is smth I do a lot.

Smth I'd recommend doing is making a one shot or a comic you purposely make to be short.

Longer comics are daunting but the best way to deal with that is to complete parts of em. XD It's like going through a video game. Beating each mini boss gets you closer to the final. Like instead of one big project, see it as a bunch of smaller ones.

Smth I do to let off steam from bigger projects is making stupid shit like this:

Like there's no point to it other than to be dumb and funny.

Keeping the story entertaining or fun even while doing a part you don't want too.

Sometimes you will just have to chug through a portion you dislike but is necessary. But staying strong really helps.

Pop on a freakin' YT video and zone the hell out is what I do.

Your art doesn't have to be perfect every single time, my comics at least, are free so anyone who complains is a little bitch.

Just do what makes you happy.

Huge thing to consider: Your art doesn't have to be held to any specific standard.

You don't even have to COLOR that shit if you don't want too lmao. There's no rules. You can color a sketch and post it. It literally doesn't matter.

A specific standard of what every webcomic should be held to is a lie. It doesn't exist. Go feral.

Draw backgrounds. Even if you suck at em. It helps give the world dimension hah.

That's what I've been trying to do.

Use your comics as a way to experiment.

Ghost Soulmate I wanted to try out this weird painter style for the shading/lighting.

In FSR it was trying out a more anime style

Falling Cards is weird character designs + A FAR too ambitious story hah.

Bunny and Kitty was to see if I could do a shorter form story.

Biggest advice would be: Just try smth. You got no obligation to finish smth either. Just try it and see how it goes.

I'd recommend having an idea where your story is going before you start, but just starting ANYWHERE helps.

I tend to doodle my characters before I jump into their comic. Doodle them doing fun stuff before I go into the meat and potatoes of what I want them to do. I often have an ending in mind too before I start. You can fill in the gaps later.

Anyways that's all I got Idk if this was useful or helpful. X'D

#art tips #art ramble #ask

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rosecoloreddesire · 2 years

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Sugar Daddy Blues, 3

Summary: You’ve been told to stay away from strangers before but…this one sounded like a dream come true. Sending you money for school, clothes, and pictures. You were living on cloud nine and somehow Elvis Presley was gonna take you all the way there.

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Older!Elvis, Younger!Reader (by 10 years), Innocence Kink, P in V (wrap it up y’all!).

Note: Thanks y’all for all the love on SDB! If you guys have any ideason how to further this series pls let me know! I was also writing a separate story and hope that I didn’t put the name in this lol. My DMs and requests are open! My finals for college start sometime this week! Love y’all!

“Soooo, what happened when you left me at the entrance, Y/N?” Your skin flushed and you all but spit your drink out at the bar.

“Emily! I didn’t do nothin’! Jerry just asked me if I saw a girl's missin' purse! That’s it!” You fold your arms and a pout decorates your lips. She scoffs as she raised the tickets in her hands.

“Well, jokes on you! We’re going again tonight! They’ve got more songs to film!” Your heart skipped a beat as she placed the ticket in your palm. You hadn’t talked to Elvis since that night out of pure humiliation.

“Really?! Now, we’ve gotta go find some new clothes to wear!” You push your empty glass toward the bartender and he nods. How the hell were you gonna face the King of Rock N Roll?! You just sucked him off and went away! How was he gonna react to that? Why did you have to say it like that?

“Well, I’m a good friend and wanted your suga’ daddy to go absolutely wild! This is just the bee's knees, Y/N!” Your best friend draws a leather dress out of a shopping bag and squeals. Your jaw all but dropped as you took the coarse fabric into your shaky hands.

“I am not wearin’ this, Em! You have lost your goddamn mind! I’d much rather ask them to dress me!” Your cheeks burned at the thought of how Elvis would react to you trying to match his all-leather get-up. Your mind ran rampant as you thought of him bending you over and proving then and there that you were his and his only. You shook your head as Emily giggled.

“C’mon! At least let me help you model it for a few pics! My aunt designed this dress and she said she needed it for a model!” You sighed but heavily agreed. You begrudgingly walk into the bathroom and pull the leather trap on. You huff as it hugs at your curves and you smile at yourself in the mirror. You look good….no! No, you can’t wear it to his special. Lord knows what he’d do or that damn manager would do!

“A lot tighter than expected but I got it on.” Emily clapped as she brought out her Polaroid camera. You pose the best you can while people in the bar are staring at you. You’re aware of the eyes but they don’t put you off but spur you on to keep posing.

“These are perfect! Now you don’t have to wear it tonight we can change real quick and call for a taxi to get there in time!” Emily grabs your arm and pulls you back into the bathroom. As you both change she helps you with her makeup. You feel an unnerving guilt bubble in your chest as Emily pats down your eyeshadow.

“I almost slept with Elvis Presley.” You freeze as Em drops the eye shadow brush in her hand. She scrambles to push her makeup away. Her hands grasp yours harshly.

“ALMOST?! Why didn’t you?! The Elvis Presley wants you,” you wince as you see the cogs turning in her head,” HE’S THAT GUY! Your suga’ daddy is Elvis?!” You shush her and place your finger on her lips. Her vision is ablaze with excitement.

“Could you scream any louder? Damn, Em! You know I’ve never done nothin’ with no one! How am I supposed to do that with Elvis?!” She continues your makeup and shakes her head. Your head swam in thoughts of every position you could think of Elvis putting you in. God, your daddy would kill you for these thoughts.

“Did you ever think of talking it out with your man? He knows you're younger than him so why wouldn’t he think you're a virgin? Maybe he’s into that?” She shrugs as she finishes your makeup and you sigh. You should’ve talked to him about it but you couldn’t get past your own pity. You brushed your clammy hands across your skirt and let your shoulders sag as she finished her hair.

“M-Maybe if I get the chance tonight I’ll talk with him. Though I doubt he’s gonna wanna talk to me after what happened.” Em took your hand and she placed a comforting hand across your cheek.

“You are burnin’ up, chick! We really gotta get him to notice you! And I know just how!” Before you can ask why she’s grinning so devilishly she pulls you along once more. You soon find yourself face to face with Jerry once again and he beams softly down at you. You nod and Emily tells you to hold her seat. You locate your seat and realize you are directly next to the stage…again. Great.

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“Where were you,” it was more of an injunction than a question,”He just started so hopefully they don’t catch us on film…What-“ Your scolding is interrupted by a further entire set. He looks magnificent as he strides in a black satin shirt and red scarf.

“Wow, he looks hot, Y/N.” She nudged your side with her elbow as you can’t tear yourself away from his stature. The filming seems to go by fast with him changing multiple times. Lights behind him glow red in the dimly lit space in his name. Chills run down your spine as you acknowledge this wasn’t a Christmas song. He went against his manager again. Though instead of being worried for him…you wanted him to keep doing this kind of thing. It made him seem more…alive. More him. His voice was blaring and controlling in the resonant space. Extras and staff stared on in awe as his emotion grew and the room filled with a sense of perseverance. A gospel scene is next and you feel awful as you feel the searing desire fill your veins. And who are you kidding? A whorehouse? He knew what he was doing at that point!

The filming ends as soon as it starts and claps erupt in the studio as he stands in absolute disarray of emotions. His life was hanging in the balance of this but you could see how much he tended to the melody of this special. Individuals are being placed back by the stage as Elvis grins. He waves you over and your skin is alight with craving at the short action.

“Did ya like it, baby? I still feel like I’m shakin’.” He allowed you to wander aside from him to his dressing room. You peek around to make sure no one was tracking you both or just observing. Your eyes dart up to where Elvis was gaping earlier and make eye contact with Elvis’ manager. His eyes bore voids through you as Elvis clutches your hand.

“I-It was great, E. Um, are you still filming today or was this just a trick by Emily and your friend?” Elvis lowers your hand and chuckles.

“I do have a little filmin’ yet to do. Though mostly it was to trick you back into my life. I was worried you weren’t ever gonna talk to me, princess.” He began to unbutton his pants as you stood there frozen.

“I-I didn’t think you’d want me. I mean we met once! I just wanted to give you an out-“ His lips are fierce against yours as his hand sifted through your H/C hair. You sigh as he jerks his fingers scarcely. His desire spills into your mouth, your fingers grip the collar of his shirt severely.

“I want you so bad that it hurts, princess. I need you to want me just as badly. God, darlin’.” His gaze never leaves your lips as his statement dangles in the air. Your fingers shake as you help unbutton his shirt. What the hell were you doing? Your fingers curled around the red scarf wrapped around his throat.

“I want you, Elvis. Please, just- I’ll come to wherever your stayin’ after your filmin’ is done, alright?” Elvis’ face lights up and a brief kiss is laid upon your cheek.

“I’m gonna film this so quick, darlin’!”

“Don’t ruin your filmin’, Elvis!”

“C’mon!”

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“Soooo, bar time? Or suga’ daddy time, Y/N?” Emily fixes her pant leg as the two of you begin to walk out of the venue. Jerry is standing next to an expensive black car and waves at you fondly.

“Um, screw it! I’m gonna sleep with Elvis Presley.” You state confidently as Emily hoots and hollers.

“Well, you go have fun, chick! Call me and tell me everythin’!” You nod as you step into the car and thank Jerry. The ride is quiet but comfortable as you drive to Elvis. Jerry keeps small talk at a minimum as you feel your nerves rise within your body. Your skin feels hot as your body shakes.

“We’re here, Y/N.” Jerry helps you to the door of Elvis’ room and then excuses himself as he hears his friend’s footsteps beyond the door. Elvis is all smiles as he opens it. You follow him inside and he stops by a vanity in the corner. He takes a swig of whiskey and looks at you from the mirror.

“Look at you, princess. I think you should’ve come in this.” Your skin heated as he turned to you. He was wearing a robe once again but he had pajama pants on. Sadly. Stop it, Y/N. Polaroids fall out of his hands and scatter to the floor. You knew Emily was going to utilize those against you.

“My best friend told me her aunt needed a model. That’s all. How did you even get those?”

“Mm, I need one too. How about you model to me what you’ve got under that cute little piece you’ve got on.” He leans against the wall with a smirk as your eyes widened. You were going to kill Emily once this was over. How the hell did she even get those to Elvis?

“I-I’m not um. Wearin’ nothin' cute.”

“I think anythin' on your pretty body is cute, darlin’,” he walks towards you as you try to collect your thoughts. His large hands are warm as they gather at your waist. His skin burning through your clothes,” I want you so bad, lil' mama. Please, let me have you.” You nod as his body presses against you. Your conscience flying out the window.

“Fuck me, Elvis.”

“Who?”

“Please, daddy.”

“That’s my girl.” His hands are calloused and rough as they lay against your throat. Leading you to lie against the bed in his room. It’s adorned in silk sheets and velvety pillows. You smile up at him as your arms wrap around the nape of his neck.

“You bring these fancy things with you everywhere?” He laughs and places a chaste kiss on your lips. A playful smirk glistens on his face.

“Only when I know I’ve got a pretty lil’ thing in my sight. Now I need to have you, princess.” His lips are soft and wet as he ravages your neck. You grasp a tuft of his hair as you let out a loud cry. His teeth scrape at the sensitive spot on your neck, shivers of desire running down your spine.

“E-Elvis, I’ve never-“ he interrupts you as he slips your shirt off your body. You stutter as he bites his lip, taking you all in.

“I know, lil’ mama. I’ll be gentle. God, you look divine.” You nod and grab his shoulders holding him close.

“I-I got myself r-ready before seeing you, daddy.” Elvis’ eyes roll into the back of his head as a broken whine etches from his mouth. He lifts your skirt and rips your tights apart. His finger circled around your clit. Your thighs shake as his eyes blacken observing you plunge into lust within moments. His lips are urging against your throat, lapping at the newly made marks.

“God, with that mouth. I gotta have you right now, baby.” You nod as you writhe around the pillows. The sensation of his finger alone has you begging for him.

“Please, I need your cock, daddy. Please. I’ll be good.” His hand finds solace around your throat and he bites his lip. He finally strips down and runs his cock between your folds.

“You gotta be kiddin’! I really wanted to be nice, darlin’! Fuck-“ Elvis plunged inside of you and your breath hitched. Your heart races as you get used to being filled up all at once.

“Elvis-“

“Breathe baby. You’re doin’ so good. That’s my good girl.” His hands rest on your waist as he continues to push inside of you. Your nails take down his back and he hisses in pain. He pants as you squeeze him tighter. His cock throbs within you.

“I-I,” you take a deep breath as you try to get used to the feeling of being split open,” you’re too big, daddy.” Your legs shook against his waist as his hips bucked forward. His resolve was dissolving as your bare skin rubbed against his. Your innocence was fleeting as your stripped body drew him in.

“You’re gonna kill me, doll,” his lip tight between his teeth as he stares down at you,” Fuck, can I move, darlin’?” He huffs out a shaky soft moan as you try to adjust yourself to his size.

“Please, I wanna feel you.” A deep growl thunders deep in his chest as he desperately clutches at your waist.

“I gotta have you now, princess.” His eyes are dark and commanding as he thrusts forward harshly. Your back arches and he compels you back down onto the delicate sheets. Your skin is burning against his as he lays his body against yours. His hips are furious among yours as he pumps his cock in and out of you. Watching as your pussy swallows his whole cock, your name drips off his lips as he cries out.

“Fuck! Elvis, you feel so good,” you grasp at his back, your manicured nails raking down his back. Hissing, Elvis bites your shoulder as his pace picks up,” please, more, daddy-“ his voice is deep, layered in need as he howls into your collarbone. His intoxicating need is being smudged in purple across your chest. His eyes never leave your body as he commits every single curve and every dip. You were made to be his sugar baby. Made to be his everything.

“You are gorgeous, Y/N. You’re mine. My baby. My baby to spoil, right?” He accented his words with deep, harsh thrusts. You yelp as he flips the two of you over. Your body is on full display over the top of him now. His hands gripping your ass as you whine at the new angle of his cock. Your walls flutter around his cock as the desire in your core tightens.

“Yes, yours. All yours, daddy. Please, I wanna cum.” He nods as he slips his thumb to rub your clit. His eyes never leave your bouncing tits as you chase your neverending high on his dick. You roll your hips hungrily wanting to be marked as his as deep as possible. His thumb circled your desperate clit rapidly.

“Oh, baby. That’s it. My pretty little pussy. Such a good girl for daddy.” That’s it. Your body quivers with warmth and pleasure as you throw your head back. His hands wrap around your waist trying to keep you grounded. Your body convulsed as your orgasm seeps through you. A cry rips from your throat as he arranges his legs beneath you to pound into your dripping cunt. His legs shuddered underneath you as if he didn’t want this moment to end. His hand envelops your throat, you hold his arm as you try to anchor yourself. Another orgasm rips through you as quickly as it came. Your body shakes above his, grabbing you he brings you closer to his chest. Your bodies rubbing against each other.

“Please. Please. Cum inside me. I want it!” Continuous babbling falls from your lips as drool begins to pool on your skin. Elvis groans and his hips begin to stutter as his release begins. He’s grasping at your body like you’ll leave the minute he comes to. His teeth gnashing and gnawing on any expanse of your body that isn’t bruised and red. His hips continue to pump slowly in and out of you as his clarity slowly returns.

“That was not the way I planned our first time together, darlin’. God, you're still so wet. I’m sorry-“ you cut him off with a quick kiss on his nose.

“Well, you can show me for our second time together, Elvis.” You wink as you let his length slip out of you. He winces at the overstimulation and grabs a towel on the bedside table. He cleans you off softly, as he bites his lip. His seed poured out of you onto his sheets. You cover your face as he tickles you. Your giggles filling the space.

“Mm, I’m gonna stay your sugar daddy?”

“Have you found a reason not to spoil me?”

“I can’t say I have.”

“Then no! Thank you, Mister Presley.”

“Mm, Round 2?”

“I thought you’d never ask, Elvis.”

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punks-never-die205 · 9 months

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Souled Out

Fem Reader x Demon!Eustass Kid

CW: Blood, religious tones, original creation myth, ritual, violence, dubious consent, 18+

Chapter 4: Soul Understanding

“Alright,” Eustass moves the coffee table aside with his tail, setting down the big poster board he grabbed as you left the mall on the floor. He starts drawing a diagram with a marker. “Here’s Earth in the middle, heaven here, hell here – before you say anything, no, they’re not orbiting Earth, they’re not even on the same plane of existence. The Turn is here, and the Crucible is here.”

You look at the crude drawing, one large circle in the center, four smaller ones around it. The handwriting for the labels he’s written in catch your attention. You’re sitting on the couch in sweats and a T-shirt, and aside from pants, Eustass isn’t wearing anything else. Comfort and style didn’t go hand-in-hand, you had both ditched the suits almost as soon as you got back.

“Your handwriting is more elegant that I expected.” You muse. It’s sloppy for precise calligraphy, but you had expected it to look more like the font for a death metal album cover.

“Focus.” He grumbles. “I hate this preachy shit, so I’m not going to go over it more than once.” He glares at you until you look back down at the board. He points as he speaks, tracing lines to connect things while he explains them.

“The Crucible is like a foundry, making really tiny souls that don’t do anything and don’t do anyone any good. Those bits of life soak into the Earth and collect together. They go through the whole life and death thing a buncha times, getting bigger, and dirtier.”

“Dirtier?” The word only sticks out to you because he had mentioned your soul was clean earlier.

“Yeah, s’just how Earth is. Life’s gotta go through the whole muck and mire crap.” He waves a hand. “Once enough little soul pieces have come together they start inhabitin’ bigger things. Fish, deer, shit like that, no more plankton and moss and whatever. Eventually enough of the stuff comes together to make a human.”

Eustass draws a little stick figure under the word ‘Earth’ on the diagram. “Souls start out dirty, but that doesn’t mean they start out evil – good and evil are different from clean and dirty. Making human souls is just a dirty process. So folks do the living thing, and in the process of living takes away some of the grime, they die, come down here to The Turn, and go back to Earth to be a different human.” He moves the marker back and forth, but doesn’t make any marks. “Like goin’ up and down a washboard. Live, die, live, die, getting cleaner and cleaner.

“Now,” Eustass takes a deep breath and looks at you for a second. “Some folks start out grimier than others, and sometimes people fuck up and make themselves dirtier, but you gotta do real world-shaking levels of bad to manage that. Ya’ know, real despot shit, mass-murderin’, stuff like that. Anyways, eventually a soul gets all sparkly clean and when that human dies they don’t go to The Turn.”

He points to Heaven and Hell with the marker. “At that point they go to one of these two places, but honestly these labels are complete garbage. One’s not really any different from the other, it’s that whole ‘as above, so below’ shit. They’re just two sides to the same coin. The only thing anyone has right about ‘em on this world is the conflict, but that’s not shit for you to worry about right now.”

You’re quiet for a moment, mostly to be sure he was done talking. “So… if no one had stolen my soul I would’ve been done taking… turns on Earth and would’ve gone to heaven or hell?”

“Yeah. Sometimes people choose to go again, for whatever reason, but statistically you’da gotten off this ride and onto a new one.” He says. “Ah, another thing to remember, is that souls have a lot of variance. Size, shape, color, capacity – it all sets in stone the first time you’re human, and after that you can’t do anything about it until you get to heaven or hell. I know one guy who has a pitch black soul, clean as anyone else’s, and dark as midnight.

“But changing that is why there’s summoning contracts.” He says, glancing at you before he sets the poster board on fire, tossing the ashes aside. “That’s getting off topic. Here’s the important part, no matter what part of the cycle a soul’s in, once it leaves this realm it’s cut off from the human body it was connected to. Even the smallest functional soul is still bigger than the scraps you have connected to you, so there’s no way I know of that someone could’ve left here with what they took and you still be alive… ish.”

“Can you clean a soul without dying and going through The Turn?” You ask.

“Yeah, but it’s kind of a life-time investment deal. You know, vow of silence, swearing off all material things, decades of introspection. No fun. It’s not even a way to clean a soul completely either, unless it was mostly there already.” He explains. “But hey, if someone wants to devote their turn that way, then more power to ‘em I guess. Personally, I’d rather make as many vessels as I could.” He says with a devious grin.

“Can you still do that?”

“Eh? Knock someone up?” He laughs. “Nah, creatin’ half-breeds is messy business, not nearly fun as poundin’ into a squirming piece of ass.”

Your brows furrow. “Could someone have taken my soul to clean it?”

Eustass’ head tilts to one side for a moment, and then his eyes focus on you again. It’s the closest thing to embarrassment you’ve felt in a couple decades, the way that gaze lays you bare.

“… I doubt it. If your soul has a speck of dirt on it I’d be so surprised I’d suck my own dick.”

“That would be a sight.” You say deadpan.

“Fun, I bet.” He grins. “I’m curious about something though.” Eustass closes the distance between the two of you, pushing you back into the couch. His eyes were on fire like they usually were when he was really peering at you, and you turned your gaze away while he did whatever he was doing.

After a moment he turns you around, putting you on your knees on the couch, facing the wall. This was preferable to you, since you didn’t have to worry about meeting those eyes like this.

“Ah, there it is,” something in his voice almost makes your skin prickle. “Raise your arms.”

You oblige, and Eustass pulls your shirt up and off, tossing it aside. You thought he didn’t have any interest in physical activity with you since you couldn’t feel it, but maybe something had changed his mind. He puts your hands against the wall, holding them in place as he leans down. You can feel hot breath roll over your back, and you’re sure he’s getting ready to bite you.

“I can’t feel pain, but I can still bleed.” You say, feeling the strange need to make sure you were both on the same page.

“I bet.” His voice is low, and there’s something predatory in the tone. “But this shouldn’t hurt.”

You can feel the hot, wet tongue against your skin, just off to the side of your spine, along the curve of your shoulder blade. Something about it is oddly comforting, as though you had been bothered by the lack of contact since you summoned him. You were trying to sort out the unexpected feeling when his tongue shifts and pleasure jolts through your body like electricity.

You gasp in surprise and ecstasy, the mix of sounds bouncing off the walls of the apartment. Your body bucks, but Eustass has you held easily against the couch and wall. Another shift of his tongue continues the assault of pleasure, and your body starts to tremble. You hadn’t felt anything for at least two decades.

You could feel the pressure of contact, the texture of things beneath your fingers, but nothing repulsed you, nothing brought you delight – mundane or otherwise. Nothing brought you pain either, and you had learned to look for cuts and scraps a few times throughout the day, just to avoid causing panic amongst the people around you.

But the electricity that filled you now had all your senses alight. The bumps in the paint on the wall tickled your fingertips, the feel of Eustass’ body heat looming around you seemed to wrap around you more than his own body. Every twitch, every shiver of that impossibly hot tongue slipping along your skin, the way his skin made your body hair stand on end without even touching you, how your fingers twitched against his, making you crave more.

Desire more.

His tongue winds its way up your spine, the connection unbroken, the pleasure building, as though that initial connection was refusing to let go. You can’t breathe deeply enough, your muscles flex and twitch as he meanders to your neck. The gaze you can’t see is looking into your very being, whatever it looks like without your full soul there, and you can’t escape the image of those eyes in your mind.

If you could actually see him right now, you think you’d lose your mind.

He stops, just off to the side of your spine, under the nape of your neck, sweet sweat mixing on his tongue as your body exerted itself more in the last few moments than you had for years. His lips press against your skin, sucking the tender flesh into his mouth. The demanding growl that vibrates against you sends you over the edge, ripping your first orgasm in over two decades from your body.

Caught in the jaws of a demon, you can’t squirm away from the pleasure that lets slip a few errant tears as your entire body clenches. At the peak of it his teeth sink into you, and the sharp pain turns your shivering gasping moans into a euphoric cry of his name.

Eustass leans back, licking his lips as you struggle to catch your breath. “I knew you were going to sound delicious, contractor.”

“Wh-what was that?” You question as he steps back and lets you collapse onto the couch. The pleasure is fading, but the exhaustion – the bone deep kind you weren’t sure you would ever feel again – lingered for a little bit.

“I connected with one of the bigger scraps of soul hanging onto you.” He explains, stretching and looking pleased with himself.

“You look… satisfied.” You huff, looking at him with a bit of concern in the back of your head.

“I am,” he says, letting out a breath of air. “Your first orgasm in decades, and you screamed my name. Of course I’m satisfied.”

His tail squishes around behind him and when he turns to look at you, you almost want to tell him no. You’re tried in a way you haven’t been in decades, but you had turned over your consent long before this moment.

“Don’t panic, little mouse.” His tone is light, but the look in his eyes and the grin on his face feel predatory. “I have a prior commitment tonight, and I mean to take my time with you.”

He comes over to the couch and scoops you up in his arms. “You can get cleaned up and get some rest. I’ll take my screamer to a hotel or something.”

“There’s a, uh, day bed in the spare room. I can sleep there.” You offer.

“Worried about funds?”

You shake your head. “Nah, it was just the original plan.”

“Need help cleaning up?” He asks, setting you onto your feet in the bathroom.

“I can manage.” You say, taking a step away from him.

He quirks an eyebrow. “Worried I’d find another spot?”

“Yes.” You answer swiftly.

“I’ll find them all eventually,” he leans down, closing the distance between you. “I promise.”

#Souled Out #eustass kid #x reader #eustass kid x reader #supernatural au #one piece fanfiction #reader insert

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rui-drawsbox · 1 year

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I’m back on my bullshit 😔. (This got real long as I was writing it so I had to add the keep reading thing for everyone’s sake)

so… Mika as a bit of a villain, a bit of an evildooer, a bit of a malicious man. Would he transform like the magical knights or would he have to manually change outfits? Cuz I doubt that he would just go out without covering his face or disguising himself. If he has powers I would assume he gets his own special form, like an evil magical girl lmao.

Also, I was thinking about Bingus 💀. Mostly the actual threat he could pose to the magical knights. He feels like the type to use henchmen/an army of mindless henchmen, like an army of living dolls.

So, Mika’s powers, if he has em. Personally I don’t know whether he would, he could just be real good in a scrap or have powers given to him by Shu, or he could have magic of his own. If he did have magic of his own I feel like it would be something he didn’t really know to use before Shu got involved with him.

On the topic of Mika’s powers (again), I’m not sure what they would be exactly. I have a couple ideas, shadow manipulation, some kind of physical enhancement thing that lets him fight on past the point of serious injury and do physical feats that shouldn’t be possible (like bending his spine in ways it shouldn’t, or lifting cars and shit like that), or bringing plushies to life, or something to do with crows. Idk man, he has so many options but being a villain and all means he can have more than one to make him threatening : D (I’m getting tempted to write 😔)

Also what weapon would he use? I feel like he’d wield something unconventional, like a chainsaw or those giant pairs of scissors that you see in anime. Alternatively he could wield something graceful like a lance or spear (maybe one that resembles a big sewing needle ✨). Plus with the reach that the spear would have it would make him more menacing, especially in a fight against people wielding swords (cough cough the knights). Either way he’d be terrifying in a fight, I can just feel it. He’s so pathetic but if you hand him a weapon he’s fucking scary. (I really want to draw him lmao)

ALSO JUST HAD A THOUGHT!!! Shu and Mika fighting together could be really cool cuz if Mika has that body enhancement power where he can be injured beyond what’s possible for a normal human and still fight Shu could manipulate him like a doll to fight viciously. I have fight scene ideas in my head. Like straight up angsty shit tbh.

maybe Mika doesn’t know Arashi is a magical knight, and after he finds out he doesn’t want to fight her anymore but Shu pushes him on and actively makes him fight with like his powers or something. Puppet master Shu <<<333

losing my mind rn, anyways Mika screaming and crying while being forced to actively fight Arashi <<33 let him cry 😎 (I love Mika so much but like I want to see him crying sometimes)

Also Shu regretting his actions after realizing how torn up Mika is (emotionally, not just physically for once) after fighting Arashi. Shu redemption arc? Nah, that’s for season two, he’s a villain, he’s gonna double down on his shitty behavior by internalizing all of this and pushing Mika away while yelling excuses to get Mika to leave. Like calling him broken or useless because he knows it will get Mika to leave him. 🫠 I love writing too much, angst specifically.

also Mika bonding with knights at school before the reveal and seeing them as his first actual friends and companions outside of Shu. I feel like that would be really cute.

back to the girl boss and her friends cuz I’ve talked about Mika enough for now.

ARASHI AND KNIGHTS NOT BEING FRIENDS BEFORE ALL THIS BULLSHIT (except Ritsu, girlies gotta be girlies ya know?) AND BONDING OVER ALL OF THIS SHIT AND GROWING TO CARE ABOUT EACHOTHER LIKE A REAL FAMILY.

they should go sing karaoke together with Mika.

also just them doing domestic stuff together in general. Like having a movie night or cooking together.

ALSO, ya know how a lot of magical girl shows have like second forms or power ups that get revealed around the mid season, and how these are sometimes locked behind character based trials? Like, some character development has to happen first before the character can start using this more powerful magic?

I’ve been thinking. 😔 still don’t have words for these thoughts tho so I’ll be back.

Mika should unlock his true magical knight form, when.. OH HOLY SHIT HE COUKD BE LJKE A DARK KNIGHT, WAIT OH MY GOD I JUST HAD THIS THOUGHT!!! Back to what I was saying, he could unlock his true magical knight form after he leave Shu and, and! Decides to forgive him and actively starts working with the knights to save Shu from himself. Now that I’m thinking on it more, I feel like this would be more of a self actualization thing for mika. He’s finally making a decision for himself, and it goes against Shu’s wishes completely. Maybe he could get his actual powers in a burst of righteous fury over one of Shu’s self destructive actions :):):) broseph should grab that pretty boy by the collar and scream at him for once. It would do Shu some good to be yelled at occasionally, humble him.

I’m gonna shut the fuck up now. Arashi’s super magical girl form should be queen related cuz she’s the queen of knights, yada yada, I need to continue unpacking my stuff from my recent move, so I’m done opening my skull like a trap door and pouring the contents into your ask box for now.

I’ll be back (assume the tone was menacing, like an old wizard who speaks of the end times)

Your au is so fucking cool btw, thank you for the brain worms :):):)

Replying this took way more time than i thought because turns out i cant think in words lmao, so i sketched all the ideas i got from this in my free time the past days ksbxk

Starting with Mika and weapons! (And other's weapons but mainly Mika)

Yea hes pathetic but also the biggest menace with a weapon. At first i thought about double swords or some fact double weapon (u can see i recently watched the puss in boots movie) but i also like the idea of showing how inhumanly strong he is with his weapon, so a Claymore! A Big ass sword that is weird not being scared of getting closer! Im talking about his henchemen moment, because after all his redemption arc i feel like giving him a more futuristic spear, kind of like a sewing needle yea (i didn't drew that cuz i thought about It after but u get It?)

Now designs! My favorite parts! Henchemen!Mika:

An easy to fix/change-specific-parts uniform! Provided by his boss!

I honestly think he would not be completly human, mabye a genetically modified one or entirely artificial. I mean, if Knights are getting their powers from some random alien why not artificial people? I like the idea of his body being like a wooden doll, those which all their joints are joined by an elastic inside the body (or reference dolls for artists if is easier to search?), so he could stretch/broke his bones all he wants without worrying, besides, if his skin is hurt badly Shu would "heal" It for the sake of his incognito mode!

After redemption!Mika:

Dont focus in the colors--I'll fix It when i make everyone's outfits in digital skdjjs

Futuristic! Neon! Transparent parts of clothing! Bold shapes! Mika is now a brand new person, letting behind his heavy past focused on obedience to live his own life! In part thats why i wanted to give this version of him a spear, because its a lot more lighter than the Claymore and can be used a lot more freely!

Now the rest of Knights designs! Ritsu, Leo and Tsukasa:

(Tsukasa sword is in the wrong hand but lets ignore that)

Ritsu's skirt is really puffy, mainly because It makes me think its extremely comfy and soft like a cloud should feel! His cape is in the right side so It won't bother when using his sword

Leo skirt is parted at the side so he isnt limited by the cloth when fighting, talking about that! I gave him two swords mainly because hes ambidextrous but also because he gives me messy figther vibes, specially having fun when is surrounded

Tsukasa always gave me the most classical knight vibes, so he has the most simplest but not less elegant outfit! Really, search Female Knight and at least in the first five images there's someone with a similar skirt/naked legs

Now with some random ideas: i would LOVE the idea of Knights adopting Mika after he's dumped by Shu, It would be like Arashi taking care two times at week, the others one day at week and the free day they do a sleepover all together! It would be like that until him and Shu make up in the second season lmao. And yes It would be a heavy angst, the series starts with Arashi learning how to be a Magical Girl and making friends along the way and then It finish being super dramatic and sad. The only thing that could recover watchers from the finale is the classic outro where It shows everyone's getting along, Shu being scolded by Mika for being rude to someone and the final image is the graduation photo with everyone showing their diplomas and jumping like the good ol' Friends they are JWJDJJA

But no yea, come back anytime, i love reading all your ideas for the au! Theyre very creative and is super fun to imagine all the situations you describe!

#rui draw smth #enstars #ensemble stars #rui thinks loudly #arashi narukami #mika kagehira #leo tsukinaga #tsukasa suou #ritsu sakuma #(omg magical girl arashi)#enstars magical knights au

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remzarci · 1 year

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hotforharrysheart · 2 years

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Wembley Worship

It was going to be a big weekend; London was crawling with fans. Yes, the Wembley shows were going to be two of Harry’s biggest performances of 2022. The family was in and just as amped as ever. Pride was in abundance and the love was especially thick. Anne, Darren, Gemma and Michael stayed the night before with you and Harry. You all had enjoyed a nice catered in dinner at home and they had left this morning to go to brunch, do a little shopping and then Gemma had some new furniture she wanted to show Anne while she was in town. It was just as well; Harry had requested to spend the day at home relaxing before the show. You had volunteered to go with the group thinking maybe he wanted some alone time to gather his thoughts and mentally prepare.

“Fuck no!” Harry said to you while you brushed your teeth.

“Ok, I just thought maybe you would like some alone time, I don’t want you to be afraid to say so, because I can tag along with the others,” you say through the foam in your mouth.

“No, need ya ‘ere wi’ me. Said I wan’ed ta relax…ya keep me calm,” he says putting his arms around your waist after you’ve have a chance to rinse. “Don’ ya ‘no ya are my home…my happiest place, jus’ wanna take it easy wi’ you taday, m’kay?”

“I think that sounds nice,” you say turning around to put your arms around his neck, “do you have anything you’d like to do today?”

“Besides, you…,” he says waggling his brows, “Maybe a nice bath…watchin’ ya get ready always relaxes me.”

“Really?” you say drawing your head back.

“I mean…sounds crazy, bu’ yeah, like, watchin’ ya go through ya routine an’ all,” he says shrugging and looking to one side slightly shy, “S’a beaut’ful thin’ ta watch, babe, YOU are a beau’iful thin’ to watch. Makes me happy.”

“Well… ok, maybe you can help me. Gonna take a bath, shave and lotion, make-up, hair, clothes…”

He starts shaking his head, “Nope, no clothes on relaxing day…,” he says opening your robe and kissing your shoulder.

“Gotta get dressed sometime, H,” you say giggling but stretching your neck to give him better access.

He starts waving his hand, “Way…way…way…later….”

“Ya skin’s s’soft,” he says, hand trailing down your neck and then down your body, fingers lightly moving down between your breasts to cup you.

“Mmmm…love your hands. Love the way they feel on my skin,” your hands running down his shoulders to his biceps. “Love the way they feel inside me,” you tell him.

He kisses back up your neck to your lips.

He pulls back to look in your eyes and he smirks. “Know ya do. Know ya love ‘em on your bum an’ ya tits too.”

“Yes,” you say breathily.

“Fucks sake baby, ya s’wet. Gettin’ ma fingers all wet.”

“It’s what you do to me, H.”

“Tell ya wha’s gonna happen: ‘m gonna eat my cunt an’ taste ma honey an’ then, ‘m gonna get in the bath wi’ ya an’ wash ya hair an’ massage ya tits an’ then, we gon’ eat some brekkie an’ cuddle wi’ ya in our bed an’ then watch ya get ready. How’s tha’ sound?”

“Jesus, H, the things you say to me,” you tell him kissing him.

“Know how much ya like it.”

“Mmmm…I love it. Makes me so wet.”

“Mmmm…can feel ya drippin’ on ma fingers. Need ta taste ya honey an’ need ta taste it now,” he says picking you up and sitting you on the vanity. He grabs the vanity stool and pulls it over and pushes your legs apart, pulling you up to the edge. “‘Member when I ate ya honey when I shaved ma pussy bare?”

You nod.

“An’ now ya bare all tha time because it feels s’good, righ’?”

“Yes,” you say breathily.

His hands slide up your body to fully push the robe off your shoulders, hands sliding to your breasts, and fingers pinching your nipples, hard.

“Ahhhh! Mmmm, fuck! Do it again!”

He smirks, his fingers circling your nipples and then pinching them hard again.

“Ahhhh! Ahhh! Mmm, mmm,” you say, panting.

“S’ responsive ta me. Always ‘ave been. Love tha’,” he says, hands sliding down to your thighs, fingers gently sliding down your slit.

You whimper. “Harry….please..”

“Love it when ya beg fo’ me,” he rasps as he kisses your inner thigh. His kisses move up your thigh to your slit and he softly kisses down your slit.

You’re whimpering above him.

“Eyes on me, love.”

“Yes!” You shriek as he licks a hard slow stripe up your slit from hole to clit. “Fuck! Harry!”

He smirks and sucks your clit into his mouth.

Your back arches and your hands grip the edge of the vanity, but you never take your eyes off of the gorgeous man in between your thighs. You smile. You’re so happy to have him.

He pops off and pushes your thighs further apart, smirking up at you, his mouth and chin wet with your honey.

“Ya s’pink an’ swollen baby. Think ya like ma mouth sucking on ya, yeah? Ya ready to cum fo’ me?”

“Fuck! Yes! Make me cum, Harry!”

He bends his head to you once more, mouth sucking your clit in his mouth, middle and ring fingers at your entrance, sliding in and curling his fingers to find your spot.

You’re panting above him and your eyes roll back into your head as he rhythmically rubs your g spot. You’re gonna cum and cum hard. You pulse around his fingers and then your legs try to close as your orgasm bursts through your body and your back arches as you scream his name as you cum, panting and body jerking as he works you through it.

He’s kissing the inside of your thighs, “Good girl, always do s’good fo’ me.”

You shiver on an aftershock of pleasure, “M-ahh,” you shake all over.

“Shhh…aww, baby,” he smirks up at you thoroughly enjoying that he can get you there every time, without fail, “Ya cold?” He’s running his hands up and down the sides of your thighs.

You nod still a little shaky.

“Lemme getcha in a warm bath, yeah?” he says standing and kissing your forehead.

“But today is supposed to be YOUR relax day, and you are taking care of me,” you say on a shiver.

“’M doin’ exactly wha’ I wanna do taday, you are exactly wha’ I wanna do right now, trust me.”

He steps over to the huge bathtub and reaches across to the faucet on the wall and starts the water. He claps his hands together and rubs them together, “Sooo, whaddya need, bath salts or bubbles? Cream for shavin’, razor, soap, shampoo, conditioner…,” he ticks them off as he either collects them or finds them already by the tub.

Just then you hear Alexa announce someone at the door. You look at his face as it falls. “Could it be a fan?” You ask, seeing his crestfallen face.

“Hang on,” he says and runs to get the tablet to see who it is. “Looks like a delivery.” He picks up his phone and calls the speaker to tell them to leave it at the door. “Be right back, babe,” he leans over to give you a smacking kiss.

While he runs downs stairs in nothing but a pair of joggers, you silently hope there isn’t some stupid tabloid close by to catch a shot of him. You opt for some lavender bath salts hoping the scent will help you both relax. You slip in the bath and settle back against a folded towel.

Harry pops his head around the door frame and says, “Gotta s’prise for ya, ya ready?”

You sit up taller in the bath with big eyes. “Yeah, show me!”

He comes walking in carrying a huge vase full of lavender-, blue- and lilac-colored Hydrangeas as well as a paper wrapped bottle of…something…looks like wine.

“Oh Harry, did you do this?”

“Nope, but I bet we can guess who…” he says smiling ear to ear.

“Open the card, open the card!” you chant as he sets the vase on the vanity.

“OK, OK…patience grass’opper,” he quips and you can’t help a crazy giggle.

“All the best on your biggest night yet. Love to you both, Ron, Helen, Bennett and Thomasina”

“Oh, H, that’s the sweetest thing ever. Oh how I wish they could be here,” you say and wipe a tear away, “Miss them and our cottage so much…”

“Yeah, me too, love. Look s’a bottle of red from Camel Valley Vinyard,” he says pointing out the label on the bottle, “I’ll run put it in ta chill, we can hav’ a glass later. Wan’ anythin’ while I’m downstairs?”

“Bottle of water would be nice, thank you.”

He runs the bottle downstairs and comes back with a bottle of water for you to share. He wastes no time undressing and hopping in the tub and settling behind you. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in close.

You roll your head toward the flowers and sigh. “I love them so much, Harry. They are proof good people still exist and come into your life at just the right time. I have a feeling we will know them for a long time to come.”

“Yeah, they are the best, I trust ‘em wi’ our life at the cottage. An’ tha’ says a lot since tha’s our special place.”

“Should ask them to a show soon,” you suggest running your fingers back and forth along his arm.

You sit up and turn long enough to kiss him. “I need to shave my legs, wanna help?”

He nods his head and smiles softly like he hasn’t a care in the world. Who could imagine he was about to play his first solo performance for close to a hundred thousand adoring fans in just a few hours.

You slip to the other side of the tub and pull one leg up over the side of the tub. It’s unintentionally erotic.

Harry sits up and gulps.

You grab the shave cream and start to squeeze a dollop out, but Harry pushes his hand out before you’ve had a chance to put it in your own hand.

“Wanna do it,” he says meeting your gaze.

He takes the cream and runs it up and down your leg until it’s totally covered. Then he sits back and fixes his eyes on you as you run the razor up your leg. You shiver and pull the plug on the water and let out a bit before turning on a small stream of hot to heat up the water.

“Can I do the other?” he says as you finish and smooth your hands over your skin looking for spots you might’ve missed.

“Sure,” you say without hesitation.

“Not worried?” he says cocking his head to one side.

You look at him admiringly and simply say, “Not in the least…I know you’ll be gentle.”

He returns the soft smile, knowing so much is being said although on the surface it seems you are simply talking about shaving.

He scoots forward as you throw your other leg up on the side of the tub. He kisses the inside of your ankle and the tip of your wet big toe. You let out a small giggle in response, and he runs his finger up the bottom of your foot. That makes you jerk your foot back and shake your head. He spreads the cream on your leg and starts to run the razor up your leg. He’s focused and concentrating so hard to make sure he does it right, but also safely. He has the most tender touch, but you can hardly focus on his hand because his face is so expressive. You reach out and run your fingers through the curl that has flopped over in his eye. “Needed ta clip it, forgot, was distracted…” he says smirking and making a show of scoping out your tits.

When he gets to your knee he’s kinda flustered…he’s moving the razor and looking at the joint like it’s a new discovery. “Let me do it,” you say and stretch your leg out straight flattening he joint to where you can run over it in three quick swipes.

“Whew, tha’s kinna delicate.”

You finish up and even shave your underarms while he watches.

He takes the sponge and dips it in the warm water. “C’mere,” he says, in his most persuasive voice.

You smile and move back to sitting against his chest.

He pulls the lever and lets most of the water out and you shiver. He runs your arms to warm you up and then turns the warm water to full blast. “Ya look s’pretty all naked in tha tub,” he says, looking down your body.

You shiver and giggle.

Once the tub is filled, he picks the sponge back up and rubs it along your neck and over your shoulders and collarbone. “Gotta make sure ya clean,” he says, voice low and raspy by your ear.

You shiver again but it’s not because of the water temperature.

He moves the sponge over your breasts, down your stomach and to your thighs.

The sponge is so soft and the water is so warm and the feel of him pressed against your back…it’s all very sensual. You lean your head back on his shoulder and turn your face and kiss his neck.

He turns his head and then his lips are on yours and you just enjoy kissing each other for a while.

“Here sit up an’ I’ll wash ya hair.”

You smile. This is by far one of your favorite parts of taking a bath with him.

“Love washin’ ya hair,” he says softly.

“I love it too,” you groan.

He massages the shampoo in your hair and grabs the handheld to gently rinse it before applying the conditioner into the ends of your hair and rinses again.

“Is it my turn yet?”

He laughs his breathy little laugh and says, “yeah, ‘m all yours.” He moves towards you and you have to move up to your knees to reach the handheld and the top of his head.

“You’re so tall,” you say, giggling.

He can’t even answer he’s so mesmerized by the way your breasts move as you massage his scalp. He can’t resist the urge to cup your them, his fingers circling your nipples.

You gasp at the touch.

“Wan’ ma mouth on ‘em,” he whispers as he bends his head to suck on your nipple.

You nearly drop the handheld as he latches on and swirls his tongue against your sensitive skin. You place it back on the stand and he pulls you flush against him, his face buried against your breast. He pops off and kisses up your wet skin. “Wan’ ya…wan’ ya s’bad. D’ya wan’ me?”

You press your lips to his in a passionate kiss and grab his hand and place it on your pussy so he can feel how wet you are.

He leans his head back, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply as if he’s just touched something magical. “Always s’slick, s’ready fo’ me, baby…always.”

You run your fingers through his damp hair, “Harry, don’t you know that my body will always respond to you, I was made for you…my body recognizes yours. God, I ache for you and wanna please you – that’s what makes me happy.” You cup his cheeks… “Right now, I want something from you.”

His gaze is intense and passionate…needy, “Anythin’, babe, anythin’…” he says turning his head to kiss your palm.

“I…I want my mouth on you, just like you did for me earlier,” you ask biting your bottom lip.

“Wait, ya sure?”

You put your finger over his mouth. “I’m in love with you, H, I wanna please you in all ways and right now I wanna see ya surrender to me the only way you do when I have my mouth on you,” you say with a coy smile, “doesn’t it feel good?”

“Jesus, fuck, babe,” he’s shaking his head and reaching for you, “feels incredible…so good.” He pulls your head toward him for a kiss. He’s gentle and insistent, taking his time to savor you. A moan slips from your mouth and into his and he returns it with a tangle of his tongue and a groan from his chest.

You run your hand down his chest stopping to finger his cross necklace as it dangles. His chest is so hard from hours of working out. At the moment it’s covered in goosebumps as your nail circles his nipple. You break the kiss long enough to just look down at his crinkled areola and pointed nipple. He shifts in the tub and his beautiful big cock pops up. You continue to circle his nipples, “Good?” you ask.

“Straight ta ma cock, look…” he trails off while you both look down to the bathwater.

“Sit up on the towel for me.”

He slides up on the folded towel, knees spread and you kneeling between them. You take a moment to pull him down for a kiss and then work your nails down the insides of his thighs. “You’re so strong Harry, your body,” you say eyes running up and down his long body perched on the edge of the tub. You look up to see him just watching you look him over. You grin and bite your bottom lip shy that you’ve been caught oogling him. You lean forward and kiss his sternum and smile as you place your warm wet hand on his hard cock.

“Hold my hair?” you ask.

He sweeps your hair with his hands and holds it in a ponytail with one and leans back with propped on the other. His head leans to the side as he watches you lick your lips and swallow. “I love ya, ‘no tha’?”

You smile at him and say, “I know, Harry, and I love you as well.” You lean forward and place a gentle closed mouth kiss on the head of his penis, never taking your eyes off his. You can feel the blood surge in your fist and see the pearl of cum leak from his tip. You flip your tongue out to lap up the bead that slides down the rosy colored skin of his head. When you pull your tongue back in your mouth you moan and he sucks in a deep breath. “Taste so good,” you comment. And he does, slightly salty, earthy and clean. The blood surges through that vein on the bottom of his cock again as he watches you swallow. He's hard as steel, but with a velvet covering, as you move your fist up and down slightly the skin gives way and rolls with your squeeze. You make a show of flicking your tongue out to take a long lick up the underside. He groans and his eyes roll back in his head for a moment, but you know they’ll be back on you soon enough…if Harry likes anything during sex, it’s to watch you and for you to watch him. You lick and kiss all around the rim of his head paying close attention to that little spot on the underside that is so sensitive. His grasp on your hair gets tighter and you know he’s ready for more. Taking his cock in as far as you can, you slide back pulling your hand over the part you can’t fit in your mouth. He makes a guttural sound, and you repeat your actions this time going just a little farther down him than before. You set a slow pace attempting to take a little more of him each time.

He pulls on your hair and says, “Don’t choke, babe…”

You push just a little farther and then pull off and pump your fist squeezing tight. Then you go back for it and pick up the pace going deeper and staying longer, pushing him to hit the back of your throat.

“Jesus. Fucking. Christ,” he groans, “Jus’ be careful baby.”

You answer him with a look through your lashes as you go down on him again and again and again. You reach down and cup his balls and he rolls his head back and chokes out a rather loud groan that echoes of the marble tile. You moan and pop off, “Feel good?” you say massaging his balls gently.

“Babe…” is all he manages before you pop him back in your mouth and suck hard, hollowing your cheeks.

“FUCK! Please…” he’s groaning, you know he’s close. It doesn’t take long before you can feel the tightest tug as he fists your ponytail, losing a bit of control. “Cumming!” is all he says, it’s just a one-word warning because he’s reached his holding ability. His thighs shaking, he bucks slightly causing you to gag a moment and then you taste the warmth of him cumming down your throat. When you pull of you are breathing heavily and he seems concerned that you are laboring. “My god, babe, y’ok?”

You smile and nod your head wiping your bottom lip with the back of your hand, “Yeah, just forgot to breath through my nose,” you chuckle slightly. “Was it good?”

“Fuck’s sake…c’mere…” he trails pulling you up onto his lap. He’s kissing you deeply and rubbing your knees.

You shiver and he sets you on your feet outside the bath before crawling out himself and grabbing a couple of warm towels for you both.

Just as you lean forward and twist your hair into the towel turban style, Alexa announces again that someone is at the door.

“Christ almighty!” he mutters. You wince at the disruption of your little bubble of time, but this time you know it’s a delivery because you have been expecting something about this time.

“My turn,” you say, “I’ll go…” You head toward the bathroom door to grab your robe when he grabs you by the waist.

“Uhhh, no, I’ll check who it is first, Jesus babe.”

You start to bite your fingers as you hear him tell the delivery person to leave it at the door. “Another fuckin’ delivery,” he spits out looking over at you. “Why’re ya bitin’ ya fingers?”

“Well, it’s my delivery, it’s a surprise for later…” you rush out guiltily, “It was last minute, so I had to have it delivered.”

“I’m sorry. I know you didn’t want any more interruptions today. I should’ve planned better.”

He comes over and hugs you. “No, baby, s’ok. Wha’s the surprise fo’? Me?”

You giggle. “Yes, and no I’m not showing you! It’s a surprise! I’ll go get it.”

You move to go to the door and he grabs your arm and pulls you back.

“Mine!”

“Harry!” You shriek, giggling.

He’s already at the door before his name is out of your mouth.

He’s giggling as he grabs the box and brings it back inside, handing it to you. “For you, my darling,” he says, handing you the box.

“Thank you. I promise it’ll be worth the wait.”

He grins. “Wan’ some food?”

You nod, “Yes! I’m starved!”

He laughs his breathy little laugh. “Ya wan’ ya usual from our brunch place?”

“Yes! Mmmm…crepes and bacon, thank you!” You say kissing him. “I’m gonna unpack this upstairs. Be right back.”

“K, love.”

You head upstairs to the walk in and open the box and smile as you see the Gucci logo. It’s extravagant but so, so beautiful. You open the box to find a silk chemise white with red hearts and a matching short robe. It’s perfect for his first sold out Wembley concert. It still blows your mind that 90,000 people are coming to Wembley to see him perform! It’s hard to wrap your mind around it. You’re so incredibly proud of him and everything he’s achieved and he’s only three albums in! You always knew he was gonna be a legend. You tuck your surprise away so he can’t find it and head back downstairs.

Brunch is delivered and you’re mostly eating instead of talking. “Didn’t realize how hungry I was,” you say taking another bite.

“I know…god, everything is so good from there.”

You finish eating and cleaning up after your much needed food. You’re stark naked in the kitchen, loading up the dishwasher when he wraps his arms around you from behind.

“Love seein’ ya all naked an’ domestic,” he says, smirking as he cups your breast.

You giggle. “Maybe that’s your next album title…just think of the cover possibilities,” you say, giggling at your own joke.

He laughs his breathy little laugh. “I like it…Harry Styles…Naked an’ Domestic. Need to find a laundry basket to cover my junk though.”

You laugh hard at that. “Oh my god…you ironing with the iron covering you,” you can hardly get it out for laughing, “or you behind a plant watering it!” Tears are streaming down your face you’re laughing so hard.

“I could have fun wi’ tha’,” he says giggling along with you. “Ya almost done? Thought we could call Ron an’ Helen an’ thank them fo’ tha flowers.”

“Oh, I’d love that!” You say, turning around.

He looks down your naked body. “Gonna hafta put some clothes on though,” he says, sticking his bottom lip out in a pout.

“I promise I’ll take them off as soon as we’re done chatting, yeah?” You say, smacking a kiss to his mouth.

“Hmmm…better take advantage while I got ya naked right now then, don’ ya think?” He says, as he kisses you and his fingers slide down between you.

You moan into his mouth and grip his shoulders hard.

He breaks the kiss and smiles down at you. “Let’s go call the Chapmans yeah?”

You smile back. “Yes, let’s.”

Ron and Helen were happy to hear from you and you were just excited to see Bennett and Thomasina through the FaceTime call. Harry thanked them profusely for the flowers and wine and for taking care of the cottage. He let them know that you were definitely coming to stay after the Dublin concert and they assured him that everything would be ready.

After saying your good-byes and passing along virtual hugs and kisses the screen goes black and, unfortunately, for some reason, you feel terribly emotional. You duck your head trying to keep things light not wanting to burden Harry with your emotions on his big day. However, he’s to perceptive to your emotions to not pick up on your feelings despite your winning smile and efforts to keep upbeat.

“Aww, love, I miss ‘em too,” he says pulling you into his lap.

“I’m fine,” you whisper with a forced smile picking at the end of your robe tie.

He pulls your face toward him, “Don’ hide from me, ‘cause ya can’, know ya too well.”

“I’m just missing the bubble we have there, I mean, I’m so proud of you and the life we’ve made together here, wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just miss the peace and plainness of it sometimes,” you say running your fists under your eyes. “But, like I said, I wouldn’t trade anything about our lives, I guess, maybe I’m a little nervous about the Pandora’s Box that is about to be our life traveling and working on the road. I don’t know what that looks like and I don’t know what scares me more, being in the way or getting lost.”

“Promise ya not ever gonna be in tha way…an’ ya can never be lost from me… s’not possible. It’s like this,” he says shifting you more toward him, “I can’t lose ma leg, or ma arm…an’… an’ survive. Ya jus’ can’ get lost from me… I wouldn’t survive, no’ a minute. Wouldn’t wanna do this, no’ anymore… wi’out ya, understand? An’ yeah, it kinna scares me too…I mean, wha’ if ya change ya mind about all this,” he says spinning his finger around. “Tha’s where we jus’ have ta trust an’ talk an’ face things tagether. Ya can’ hide what’s goin’ on ya head, ’kay?”

You meet his eyes, tears streaming down your face and nod your head. “I love you and believe in us.”

He leans his forehead to yours and places a gentle kiss to your lips. “Me too.”

“How about I make you some peppermint tea and you can come watch me get ready,” you whisper between gentle kisses.

“I’d love that, but ya hop on upstairs an’ I’ll make tha tea, you want a cuppa?”

You nod, “Yeah, I need ta prep my voice too, I have some screaming to do!”

You run upstairs and start to blow dry your hair. You’re flipped over when his bare feet come into view. When you flip back upright he’s leaning against the vanity counter smiling.

He makes a big to-do about fishing though your hair to get to your face, “Are ya in there, love? Ohp, there she is!”

You can’t help but think of the other times he exclaims those words, “There she is,” usually in the midst of an orgasm. You can’t help but squeeze your thighs together at the thought. While your hair cools down, you reach for the lotion, to which Harry claims is his job. He makes handy and handsy work of massaging lotion into the skin of your legs, arms, shoulders, back, breasts and tummy. It’s the sweetest torture of slow foreplay. Does he have any idea what having his hands on you does to you?

He plops himself down on the vanity bench when you’re ready to apply some light make-up highlights. You crawl onto the vanity counter and sit cross-legged and apply light brushes of blush and a natural color on your eyelids. Harry sips his tea and settles in watching your every move and chatting about anything and nothing. He giggles at the faces you make when you apply a little mascara, mocking you and rubbing your knee, in fact, he always has a hand somewhere on your body. You find yourself calmed and grounded by his touch. Maybe he feels that too and that’s helping him relax? He helps you run a brush through your hair and you opt to leave it straight because the forecast is light rain.

You dress in a Gucci specialty for the occasion. Your mini-skirt overalls match Harry’s outfit for the night and you match it with white knee socks that have red hearts and lace ruffles at the top. Harry proudly ties your matching red velvet Gucci Addidas’ shoes. You grab a white ruffle hair tie and pull it on your wrist for that moment when the hair on your neck stands up from his voice and the sensation sends shivers down your back. The time arrives for you to head to the venue so he can get dressed himself and begin to prepare to perform.

In the car on the way, you can’t help but think of all the fans who have spent the day waiting in line or meeting with friends to costume up for the concert they’ve waited so long for. When you get closer, the lines are astounding. “Harry, they worship you. You’re gonna make so many people happy tonight, I’m so proud of that. You’re so good to them and so good for them.” You squeeze his hand and lay your head on his shoulder. “I love you so much,” you whisper into the skin on his neck.

***Backstage, after the show***

“Do you need a shower?”

“No, had one already,” he says, kissing your head.

“Are you tired?”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“On whether whatever ya have planned is good enough ta stay up fo’.”

You pull back to meet his eyes. “Oh, I definitely think you’ll want to be up for it,” you say, hand palming his cock.

He groans. “No’ tired.”

You giggle. “Good.”

You get home and as soon as you’re in the door he’s kissing you, tongue tangling with yours, hands pulling up your skirt to feel your silky panties. He groans as he pushes them to the side and his fingers touch your pussy. “Ya s’wet.”

“Mmmm…been wet all night,” you say in between kisses. “Let’s go upstairs, baby.”

He dives back in for another kiss, hands on your bum pulling you flush to him. “Feel wha’ ya do to me.”

You moan as you feel how hard he is.

“Wanna be inside ya. Wanted ta be inside ya all damn day,” he says against your lips.

“Let’s go upstairs. Have me any way you want me.”

“Fuck’s sake woman,” he says, as he pulls away so you can go to your bedroom.

“I’ll be right back,” you tell him as you go to the walk in and change into your silk chemise. You take your bra off but change into some red velvet panties held together with silver, metal, heart-shaped rings on the sides and leave your stockings on. You slip the robe on and walk out of the closet and slowly untie the robe as you get closer to him on the bed. You see him swallow, mouth slightly open. You turn around and drop the robe off your shoulders letting it fall to the floor, lifting your hair up and peering at him over your shoulder, lip between your teeth. You turn back around to face him, slowly pulling the hem of the chemise up so he can see your barely there velvet panties. It’s a delicious tease for you both.

“C’mere,” he says, voice deep and raspy and so turned on.

You move to stand in front of him and he gently places his hands on your sides, his eyes glassy. “You ok? What’s wrong?”

“Nothin’. I jus’…tonight was a lot an’… I love ya s’much an’… I…I’m jus’… happy,” he says, face buried in your tummy.

You smile, hands running through his hair, and you move to straddle him. “You deserve this, H. You’ve worked hard and people recognize that. And as for us…we were meant to be together. It happened exactly when it was supposed to and I love you so, so much,” you say, hands moving to his cheeks and kissing him, thumbs wiping away his tears.

He smiles up at you. “Now lemme look at my surprise,” he says, hands moving up your sides to your breasts and back down to the hem. “It’s beautiful, you’re beautiful bu’ I wanna see ya body righ’ now,” he says, fingers pulling up the chemise and pulling it off. He rolls you over onto your back. “Ya said something earlier. Ya said they worship me,” looking into your eyes, “they worship me, bu’ I worship you. Ya fascinate me, know tha’?” he says running his knuckle across your cheekbone. “S’like the way ya ma best friend, the way ya take care of me, ma family, cope with my….crazy world an’ then give me ya’self here…surrender…,” he mutters running his lips along yours, “ya s’open ta me, an’…I love bein’ able ta jus’ lose m’self in ya…love ya taste, an’ smell and softness.”

Now you have tears, “Oh Harry…please….”

“An’ tha’…tha’ righ’ there, tha’ sound, I hear the longin’ in ya voice an’ it jus’…jus’ kills me. I wan’ ya ta crawl up here, on our bed, an’ I wanna watch ya use that toy ya got in Paris,” he leans down to whisper in your ear, “Am I a creep ‘cause I wanna watch ya fuck yaself wi’ tha’ toy before ya take me?”

You grin sheepishly and shake your head, “You could never be a creep, Harry, I’m just surprised you don’t wanna skip straight to fucking.”

“Don’ know how much it fuckin’ turns me on ta see ya in our bed touchin’ yaself, an’ then ta watch ya cum, Jesus fuckin’ Christ.

“Okay…kiss me first?” you ask feeling needy.

He leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips eyes open and focused on yours. When he pulls back, you reach up to grab his neck. “More…” you beg and pull at his neck while he smirks.

“More kisses…?” he says dimple on full display.

You nod coyly, “Lots more, please.”

He cups your cheek and leans down with a slant in his aim. He licks the corner of your mouth first, then a drags a relaxed stipe across the seam of your lips and you open for him. Your eyes flutter shut the minute his tongue dips in. You pull your mouth up trying to take his deeper, silently begging for him to take the kiss deeper. He tastes minty and smells clean and soapy. You feel needy and squirm trying to get to him. He closes the kiss with a slurp of his tongue, “Everywhere… taste so fuckin’ good everywhere,” he murmurs absentmindedly. He dives in for another kiss tangling his tongue and holding your face still with his thumb on one side and fingers on the other side of your face. He seems to be a man on a mission, and you are open to receiving him. He pulls away with your lip between his teeth. You whimper at the sensation and follow his mouth. Your hips wiggle and you buck up slightly from the wet sensation of the kissing. When he pulls away it’s only long enough to kiss down your neck. “Ya ready, love?”

You nod panting breathlessly, “Yes, I’m aching.”

“Lemme take these pretty panties off first, yeah?” He stands and reaches down for the waistband. When he pulls them down, he can see the outline of the metal hearts indented on your skin on each side. The sight causes him to stop for a moment to trace the indention with his forefinger, “so pretty, I love these.”

You shiver and raise your head to look down at his finger on your hip, you drop your head back, close your eyes and groan with a smile. “Tickles.”

When you look up, he’s looking at the wet spot on the gusset of your panties. His eyes meet yours and he slowly brings them to his nose and inhales deeply, “Mine.”

“Yes, yours,” you say with a nod.

“Go on, baby, lemme see ya,” he says nodding his head toward the headboard.

You crawl up to the headboard and situate the pillows so that you are in a comfortable position. Harry walks over to the bedside table and pulls out the pink toy you bought in Paris for your boudoir photoshoot. Just the sight of it sends tingles to your core and you squeeze your thighs together and let out a light moan, that captures his attention. “Tell me wha’ jus’ went through ya mind.”

You pull your knees up and sway them to one side. “Thought about the first time I used that and how I imagined it was you… came so hard,” you say softly.

He palms his cock, pressing hard for a little relief. “I wanna see it.” He places the toy on the pillows next to you and lays down across the foot of the bed, head propped on his hand.

You close your eyes and dig your head into the pillows.

“Eyes on me, babe, I wan’ ya ta watch me watch ya, yeah?”

You look into his eyes and run your hands across your tummy, then up to your breasts. You cup them tightly and let out a held breath while he gasps and looks on.

“Pinch ‘em,” he rasps.

You do as he asks and pinch your nipples tightly and arch your back. It’s hard not to want to close your eyes, but the sight of him staring at you is irresistible. The tighter you pinch the shallower your breaths come. You can’t help when one knee falls to the side leaving your pussy partially open to his view.

“Wider.”

You gently lay the other knee on the soft duvet and your bare pussy is open to the cool air and his hot stare. Your hips involuntarily buck up slightly.

“Pretty.”

You run one hand down your tummy. Once you reach the top of your mound you stop and raise your eyebrows to him. He simply lifts his chin, and you continue. There’s an unspoken exchange of neediness and permission. You gently run your middle finger down the seam of your pussy, eyes never leaving his.

“Open them for me.” He says raising up slightly propped on his elbow.

Using your forefinger and middle finger you run them between from clit to drippy hole. You can’t help the flutter of your eyes and the deep inhale and high-pitched moan. “Harry, so wet.”

“Show me.”

You pull your fingers up and show him the shiny wetness on the pads of your fingers. You pull them up to your mouth and suck the wetness off. He falls forward on the bed, “Jesus Fuckin’ Christ!”

“Circle ya clit like I do.”

You run those fingers down to gather some wetness before you circle your clit. You use your other hand the pull the skin taunt on your mound pulling the hood back as you circle your clit a little faster.

Harry is fidgeting his fingers in the duvet, like he’s itching to touch.

“Wanna touch?” you ask.

“So bad, bu’ I wanna watch first, wanna watch ya make yaself cum on tha’ toy.”

You spread your legs wider the arousal turning you inside out. Because you want to keep your eyes on his you lay your head to the side and your chin resting against your shoulder. He cocks his head to one side scrutinizing the look on your face.

“Ya ok, baby?”

“Yeah, it’s just so intense watching you watch and seeing your cock twitch.”

He smiles a tender smile, “Turn the toy on.”

You grab the toy and flip the switch on to the lowest setting and run it down your tummy to the top of your mound. “Harry, it’s not gonna take long, my heart’s racing.”

“S’ok.”

The toy touches just the hood of your clit and your knee jumps and your toes curl.

Harry is noticing all the changes in your body. The goosebumps that run down the insides of your thighs. He can’t stand it; he moves up closer to you where he can run his hand down the inside of your thigh, “Don’t stop, babe.”

You flip the switch up a notch and run circles around the little hard pearl, a drop of wetness runs down your body.

He leaves his hand on the inside of your thigh and runs his eyes up to where you are biting your bottom lip.

“Don’t hold back, love. Wanna hear ya… this s’our home an’ our bed an’ I wanna hear ya pleasure.”

You whimper out a moan, “Feels so good.”

He’s has turned onto his tummy and is grinding his pelvis into the mattress. He reaches out and touches your wetness, "Put it here.”

You run the toy down to your hole, the lips of your sex hugging the pink toy.

“Christ.”

“Ahh… Mmm…,” you moan out as you run the toy around the circle of your entrance and he pulls his hand back as he feels the toy touch his finger.

Finally, you slowly begin to push the toy inside. Harry’s eyes never leave the sight before. He licks his lips when you stop and hold it there having pushed it in as deep as it can go.

“S’it good?”

“Yeah, but not warm like you,” you whisper.

You pull it out and push it back in and he groans loudly and grinds his hips that much more. He pushes himself up just a bit to kiss your leg. “Don’t stop, love.”

You begin to pump the toy in and out in short strokes. Then you run your hand in circles causing the toy to stroke your g-spot gently on every round. You can’t help the loud intake of breath.

“Ya find it?”

You nod your head and he says, “Can ya just hold it on our spot?”

You aim the toy for the spot and hold it there. You can feel your arousal filling up like a balloon that will burst and, truthfully, you aren’t sure what you are gonna do when the damn breaks.

“Harry it’s so much, I’m full…” you cry out pulling your knees up to the point where your heels are touching your bottom.

“Don’t stop, please, god, I wan’ all of ya, wan’ ya just like this.”

You curl your body upwards so you can see the toy deep inside you. He’s gripping the duvet tightly, like he’s hanging on for dear life.

You slow down, not stopping but slowing down so you can just hang in the moment. Savor it. You’re in a place where time stops and it’s just you and Harry and this love, this deep, intense passion that’s holding you both in its special clutch. The intimacy of him watching you orgasm from your own hand so very sensual and erotic. It may be your hand on your body, but he’s the one in control. With the glimpse of his eyes he can make you cum or hold you off all in the little space of your king-size bed.

You start to circle again and the intermittent stroke over your g-spot is felt from your clit to your hard nipples. You’re gonna cum soon and you’re gonna gush when you do.

“Harry, I need to cum, and I can’t….I…I..can’t stop it!”

“Cum sweet’eart, cum.”

The only sounds in the room are his pants, your whine and the sound of your wetness slurping in the pink vibrating toy.

“No..No…no, it’s…,” you knees start shaking wildly and the wetness is rolling down your bum and to the duvet below, “the bed…the bed!” You shriek and worry your bottom lip.

“Fuck tha bed, babe, cum, please don’ hold it, cum, my love.”

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” the words get fast and faster and higher in pitch - you’re struggling to keep your eyes on his.

Then he leans forward and kisses your knee and that’s all it takes. The contracting of your tummy and the flexing of your hips pulse hard as you feel the orgasm all the way to your toes that are curled into the bedding. You can’t help the wetness that’s flowing out around the toy and onto the duvet. “Sorry, sorry, sorry…” you chant feeling guilty for the wet spot you’re making on your bed.

“Don’t be, I love ya an’ I love this, need it, need it all from ya. Can ya take me now, need ta fuck ya… please, baby… held on as long as I can.” he pleads.

You pull the toy out nodding your head so ready for the warmth of his body.

He sits up and grabs you and pulls you to him at the foot of the bed. “C’mere,” he says and turns you on to your tummy. “This ok?”

You answer by reaching behind you and pulling him close. He grabs your other hand and threads his fingers in yours.

Spreading your legs, you open yourself to him as he kisses below your ear.

“Love ya so much, love watchin’ ya cum, so god damned sexy an’ all mine,” He whispers as he thrusts inside you from behind.

You both groan as he holds himself there… stiff and deep. “So fuckin’ tight, babe, ya still cummin’?”

You nod and whimper.

“Aww, babe, lemme in, yeah?”

You pull your knee up on one side and that opens you up a little more for him to push those last few inches.

Bottoming out he pants, “Gimme a second…”

You both hold still. You can feel his warm breath on your cheek.

“Thank you, love, thank you fo’ lettin’ me in.”

Moving slow and deep he places open-mouthed kisses to your shoulder and neck, finally licking the shell of your ear.

“Can ya cum again?”

“It’s not really stopped,” you say panting with a furrowed brow.

“Come on baby, let’s cum tagether.”

His moves get sloppier and sloppier but no less erotic as he circles his hips the same way he does on stage. You love the feel of his weight on you, intensifying the pressure on your tummy.

“Touch ya clit.”

You reach down and rub soft circles on your clit and begin to pulse on his cock. He stills deep inside, letting out a groan you can feel on your back. You’re both shaking and pulsing as he lies stiff on your body.

“Jesus, babe, fuck, fuck, fuck…”

“Hahhh….Harry!”

He collapses on you and pulls you both to your sides so his weight isn’t on you. The room filled with the sounds of your breathing and the earthy smell of sex.

“Ya ok?” he asks.

You whine softly and smile, “I’m so ok.”

He snuggles in close to you and kisses your neck as you both catch your breath. “Lemme get everythin’ cleaned up.”

“Harry…no. It’s not fair. You just spent hours jumping around on stage…shouldn’t hafta do this too.”

“Stop it. Wan’ ta. Like takin’ care of ya,” he says, kissing your cheek.

You smile. “Thank you,” you say softly.

He tightens his hand on your tummy and you turn your face to his and he kisses you softly.

You sigh as he pulls away.

“Can ya scooch to the end of the bed fo’ me?”

You nod and move to the edge of the bed.

He goes to the bathroom and gets a warm washcloth and gently cleans you up, pressing a warm kiss to your knee as you smile shyly down at him.

You get up and sit on the soft velvet chair and just watch him move around the bed and bite your lip. You feel so incredibly lucky to find a man as good as he is.

He’s got the old sheets off and in the hamper and then he’s putting a new set on the bed. He comes back to where you’re at and picks you up carrying you to the bed and laying you down in the center of the bed, crawling in next to you and leaning his head on his hand and looking into your eyes. “Listen, I got waterproof mattress pads fo’ us. I don' wanna hear ya say ya sorry in our bed fo’ tha way ya body responds, because I'm no’ sorry, no’ at all.”

“I just…it’s messy and you might not want me ruining a really spendy mattress,” you say, scrunching your nose up.

"Buy a new mattress every damn day if I have ta, don' ever wan' ya ta stop the way ya cum fo’ me."

“Ok. I feel better if there’s a mattress pad. Thank you.”

He smiles and kisses you. “Ya welcome. Love ya.”

You smile. “Love you too.”

He pushes you to lay on your back and then his hands are moving over your skin as he moves to hover over you, and your legs open so he can move between them.

You sigh and feel the goosebumps pop up on your skin as he moves his fingers down the planes of your body, over your shoulders and down your arms to your collarbones and the valley of your breasts, fingers circling your nipples before his warm hands slide to your tummy. “Ya s’beautiful. Know I say it all tha time, bu’ s’true.” He meets your eyes. “The way ya respond ta me…s’jus’ unreal. Ya s’soft an’ I love ya curves,” he says, licking his lips as his hands cup your breasts, mouth placing kisses to your skin. “Love these tits,” he says, kissing a blazing trail up to your neck. “Ya smell s’ good…drives me crazy.”

You gasp as his hands squeeze your breasts and then move down, down, down your body to your inner thighs.

“Tha way ya get s’wet fo’ me…mmm,” he says as his hand cups you. “An’ the way we fit tagether. Ya take me s’well. Like ya were made fo’ me an’, Jesus fucking Christ, tha way ya taste…” he says as he moves his hand down further and his lips kiss the top of your clit, tongue poking out for just a taste.

You moan and lick your lips. “Harry…” you say, softly, your hands flexing on the fresh sheets.

“Gettin’ wet again love?”

You nod as you meet his eyes.

He moves his hands down your inner thighs to your calves. “Ya jus…ya perfect fo’ me. I always liked ya an’ I wanted ya bu’ I never dreamed it’d be like this.” He kisses your knee in front of him. “Never knew…wha’ we could be.”

“Me either,” you tell him, as he moves to hover over you and presses his lips to yours.

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