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[natti-ice]

Would You Have Me?- Sirius Black.

Pairing: Sirius Black x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N is the only person in Sirius’ life he truly cares about, he wouldn’t mind if it was only them

Warnings: modern high school au!, written in third person (she/her pronouns) (1.6k words)

Author's note: this is a reupload, I wrote this a while ago!

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

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The final bell rang, it was Friday hundreds of students poured out of the school doors ready for the weekend. Y/N was among the swarm of kids, headed toward her bus. Thankful it was the weekend, this week had been a lot on her. Off in the distance, she could hear her name over the loud voices. Looking around shielding her eyes from the sun, she could see a tall boy headed her way. 

It was Sirius

"There you are," he said when he reached her, throwing his arm around her shoulder "Where are you off to?" he asked

"My bus" she pointed to the big yellow vehicle

"C'mon, I'll take you home" he offered

"Really?" she asked

"Yeah, you can tell me all about your day"

They walked to the student parking lot, Sirius drove a black '89 Dodge charger. It was a little squeaky, but he loves that car. 

He opens the passenger door for Y/N, closing it once she was in. Sirius Drove the long way to her house so they could talk longer.

"How was your day, dear?" he asks pulling out of the campus

"It was fine, I'm glad the week is over. Everything has been a lot lately" 

It was their junior year, everyone is starting to worry about their futures. Their career, college, exams, everything stressful. 

"I know what you mean, it feels like we have to know everything about the future before it happens" he replies

They continue their conversation all the way to Y/N's house. They've always been able to tell each other everything without feeling judged. Nowadays, it feels like you have to make sure everything is perfect because the whole world is watching, waiting for you to fall.

He was her safe place, and she was his. 

Sirius pulls up in front of her house, parking the car.

"Thanks for the ride, Sirius" she says opening the car door

"Of course, love. Hey, do you wanna hang out tomorrow?" he asks

"Yeah, sure I'll ask my parents. I'll text you" she answers

"Great, I'll see you soon then" He smiles

"Bye" she says closing the door.

He waits for her to go inside before driving off like he does every time. He sees her almost every day, but he still gets excited when they hang out. It's like a new experience every time, even when they've done it one hundred times before.

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When he got home, he waited anxiously for her text. Her parents have never said no before, but it still made him a little nervous. He's made sure over the years that her parents liked him, he didn't want them to think he was just some guy who was only hanging out with their daughter to get in her pants.

He started his homework that probably won't get finished till Monday morning, checking his phone every few minutes.

Finally, after what felt like an hour, she texted him

parents said it's cool What did you have in mind?

 Movie? Wonka is still showing. Stay at my place after?

Timothee Chalamet? HELL YEAH! Definitely down for a sleepover

 Great! I'll pick u up at 4

See you then! <3

He was happy that she could come, he liked being able to get out of the house and escape with her. Everyone has family issues, his family was distant from each other. It was almost like they were roommates, not a family. His parents didn't care if he was gone or if he had someone over.

His brother stayed in his room most of the day when he got home from school. Their bond was limited to short interactions in the dining room on special occasions.

Y/N was his real family, she was always there for him whenever he needed her. At school, many people claimed to be his friend, they'd say hey in the hallway or talk about some game that happened the night before. None of them would actually have a real meaningful conversation with him.

He didn't get why he was so popular, he was sociable and easy on the eyes sure, but nobody knew the real him. It seemed like they had all made a false version of him in their heads. A mysterious ladies' man who could have anyone he wanted.

That wasn't true at all, he wasn't a mystery at all. He was very open once you got to know him, only Y/N had ever made the effort to do so. The whole 'ladies' man' thing was really funny to him. He'd never had a serious girlfriend, a few dates here and there but nothing real.

Many of those girls thought that him and Y/N had a thing going on so they would stop talking to him completely. At first he didn't know why they would think that, he thought their friendship seemed very platonic. Then he realized some of the things they would do seemed a little too friendly.

That didn't stop him. If he was honest, he didn't care about those girls at school. If there was only one girl in the world and he had to pick her. It would be Y/N. Always Y/N.

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Saturday came around, Sirius waited all day for 4 o'clock. He didn't like to be late, he pulled up in front of her house a few minutes early so he could greet her parents.

Turning off his car, walking up to the front door. He rings the doorbell that has a little camera on it. A few seconds later, her mother opens the door

"Sirius, how are you, dear?" she asks bringing him in for a hug

'I'm great, Mrs. L/N. How's everything?"

"Everything's fine, Y/N should be ready by now." she told the boy "Y/N, Sirius is here!" she yelled up the stairs

She came down the stairs, a small bag in her hand. 

"Sorry, had to make sure I had everything, are you ready?" she asks Sirius

"Yeah, I'll see you later, Mrs. L/N" 

He and Y/N get in his car, driving to the local movie theater. 

That movie was almost 3 hours long, but that's okay. They didn't mind sitting in a dark room together in silence. It was much later, the sun was starting to set when they headed towards Sirius' house.

His parent's car wasn't in the driveway thankfully, awkward hellos are never fun. They realize they're starving and order take out.

Once it finally arrives, he takes her up to his room. Passing by Regulus' room, she could hear gunfire from some video game.

"Don't mind him, it's like he's married to the game. Hardly comes out the room" Sirius explains opening his bedroom door.

It was relatively clean, only because he knew she was coming over. His walls were lined with movie posters from the 80s and now, some of his favorite vinyls, and photo booth pictures of him and Y/N from various locations.

He made sure his space represented him. The real him. 

They spend the next couple of hours eating and watching random videos on youtube until they got bored of it. Putting on Evermore on as background music as they talked.

Both of them are sitting on the floor, Sirius leaning against the wall, Y/N against his bed

They jumped from topic to topic as the night progressed, getting into the more personal topics. A few weeks ago, Y/N started talking to a boy named Kevin. She seemed to have liked him until she stopped talking about him.

Sirius had been curious about that for a while, he thought it was a good time to ask

"Whatever happened to that Kevin guy? I thought you two were getting serious" he asks

"Oh him? That's long gone" she shrugged, "He said he just didn't feel anything for me" she explained, she didn't show it but she was a little hurt by the boy's words.

"Oh my god, he sucks. Anyone would be more than lucky to have you" He was mad that anyone would treat her like this. "Fuck that guy"

"It's alright, I didn't need him in my life" she wanted to get the topic off her "What about you? Anyone new in your life?"

"Nah" he smiles "I don't want anyone new, honestly"

"What do you mean?" she asks

"I'm happy just having you in my life, sometimes I wish it could always just be you and me" he says in a low voice

"That would be great, honestly. Just us against the world" she agrees

"Y/N?" his voice barely above a whisper, fidgeting with a ring on his hand

"Yeah?" 

He swallowed before replying, "I think I'm in love with you"

"What?" she laughed nervously, he got up and sat next to her

"When I think of my future, having a family and owning a house, you're there right next to me. I've tried to convince myself that it's only because there isn't anyone else in my life" He pauses searching her face for any sort of bad emotion "I know now, it's because I don't want anyone else in my life but you"

Y/N's brain was all over the place, trying to figure out what to say. Sirius has been her rock for so long, she had a small crush on him. She didn't think he would ever reciprocate it

"I don't know what to say" she admits

"That's alright, you don't have to say anything. If you're willing, maybe we could see if this goes anywhere?" 

She reaches down grabbing his hand, lacing her fingers with his. "I think we can make it work" she smiles "After all, we're still getting married at 30 right?" she laughed

"Right Right. A pact is a pact, dear" he smiles

She gives him a small kiss on the cheek, slowly pulling away. Their faces were dangerously close together, warm breath fanning against their skin. Y/N closes the distance. Their lips perfectly fitting each other, just like they were made for each other.

Sirius pulled away, not wanting things to get carried away. Y/N rest her head on his shoulder

"So, what color should our invitations be?"

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[dearestxiao]

Dear Santa,

I would like some more fucked up/possessive/shockingly sweet Venti HC 🙏

Thank you

warnings: possessive venti, gaslighting and manipulation, abuse of power(?), threats(?), scars from battle, let me know if I'm missing anything!!

ooh my god this took me so long to get out we're almost a week into the new years 😭😭😭. but when I saw this ask I actually screamed thank u sm nonnie. being able to ramble nonsense abt ven is always so fun. these aren't a lot whatsoever but these are some main things I think about with venti. all are random but somewhat related?

he often does performances, whether that be at a tavern/bar or an open mic that are either 'dedicated' to you or a 'special somebody'. even if he doesn't directly say your name, he makes it so obvious that it's about you, his eyes glued onto you the entirety of his show. it's supposed to be a sweet gesture, and it would be, if it wasn't so clearly a way for him to claim you as his, which is only worsened by the fact that you're not. no one would ever believe otherwise though.

in the same vain, if you start romantically seeing someone, or even slightly have interest in anyone, he instantly becomes intensely clingy. you two have barely hung out recently, you two should hang out more! he's been dying to see this live show with you, and there's a new cafe that just opened up, and there's this beautiful meadow nearby that's perfect for a picnic, he pulls out all the works to try to convince you to spend more time with him than anybody else. and trust, if you do spend time with someone else, you'll never hear the end of it. he'll constantly sulk or make you feel insanely guilty, saying anything and everything to make you feel awful.

I think the main thing that would differentiate canon!venti and modern au!venti are their literal powers. given that modern!venti doesn't have a borderline fear-tactic to hold over your head, he instead resorts to manipulating you, especially in ways similar to the headcanon above.

venti is insanely emotionally intelligent. he knows every little thing about you, how your mind ticks and what really pulls at your heart strings. he can't help but use this to his favor. anytime an 'issue' arises between you too, he's quick to put on an award-winning act. of course, if it was what'd he call a genuine problem or a mistake on his behalf, he's quick to apologize and do everything in his power to make amends. but if you're upset about something akin to his clinginess and possessiveness... oh baby, you're getting guilt-tripped.

it doesn't really matter if you're a person who's hard to manipulate or not. venti can break a will. at some point you just wear down and give up.

canon!venti really doesn't like to hold his powers against you (he really loves the thought of you choosing to be with him, even if that choice is... coerced), but if push comes to shove, he does. he would never would never actually use them, but stories about how he acted and what he did back during those days of war are certainly enough to keep you docile. to be fair, he doesn't necessarily need to use them at all. you're far less likely to go against him if you know just what he's capable of. deep down he knows he'd never do anything, but he's so unpredictable that the fear that he could is enough.

I think venti would also definitely use the fact that he's the god of freedom against you, especially as a sort of mind trick. he states that he's the god of freedom, he would never take away your freewill, that goes against everything he stands for! so, the fact that you're with him is clearly your own choice, something of your own doing, and if you truly wanted to, you could've left him at any time you wanted to!

somewhat similarly, I think venti would have a 'thing' for getting you to say certain things. he'll do things like pin you down and say (with a big, toothy smile plastered on his face) that he won't let you out until you admit that you love him, admit that you're his and all his, admit that you would never, ever leave him. he tells you to do it in a lighthearted manner through giggles and grins, but you know that he's serious about never letting you out from underneath his grasp.

also, another few headcanons that doesn't really fit into anything else:

I think another difference between modern au!venti and canon!venti is that modern au!venti is a lot more of a creep. as the god of freedom, canon!venti would, of course, stick to atleast some of his morals and godly obligations. being a yandere doesn't entirely diminish his values, even if he does stretch the limitations of them often. but modern venti is not tied to those morals, so he has no reason to really obide by them. he therefore sees no issue with doing things like going through your room or your items, looking through any notes or journals or diaries you have, laying on your bed or pocketing an item of yours or two.

despite gods likely having insane regenerative powers, I can see venti choosing to keep any and all scars that would've developed throughout his life of serving out duties as a god. they're all so especially jarring because of just how gentle and harmless venti looks in comparison. it serves both as a reminder of his past and all he's been through (something that you would definitely atleast sympathize with) and all he's done, a testament as to how looks can be deceiving and that you should certainly never underestimate him.

#hopefully these are enjoyable? #also im not sure on the formatting cause i havent done something like this but???? #also these are a lot less sweet than i had originally planned #also also also also also #let me know if there are other warnings i need to add! #tw possession #tw possessive behavior #tw abuse of power #tw manipulation #tw gaslighting #yandere venti

[mamawasatesttube]

Hi hello,

Random question, but what do you headcannon cassie to look like and dress through-out her teens into adulthood? Both as wondergirl and as cassie? On that same vein, what adult superhero name do you like for her?

Anywhoosies, wishing u a great day!

late teenage into early 20s cassie is grappling with comp het pretty hard and tries to grow her hair out and dress more femme. she hates it but she doesn't know she hates it for a hot minute. this is both as wonder girl and as cassie because she barely exists as a civilian at all for a long time. "cassie sandsmark" publicly was wonder girl for a while, and she tried coming up with a fake name and identity to be a civilian again in tt03, but it was rough on her and she ultimately gave up on it.

so i think that really just weighs on her - she's a hero 24/7, she's leading the titans, she's basically letting the vigilante life consume her and she's gonna crash and burn out hard any day now. i think donna sees this and goes hey... you know you don't have to be exactly like me, right? in fact i think you need a vacation. let's go to themyscira for a bit. and its big sis lil sis bonding time but also for the first time cassie catches herself thinking um... women 😳 women? 😳 oh god. women 😳 and she has a whole crisis about it.

when she comes back from her vacation she does feel a lot more in touch with herself. the problem is that what she sees there (dissatisfied with her work-life balance, worn out, starting to confront her internalized homophobia) freaks her out. so she kind of has a crisis and hacks her hair off with a pair of scissors in the middle of the night and then looks in the mirror like. oh GOD. what did i DO??? oh god oh fuck who do i know who can fix this and won't ask me questions if i say i don't wanna talk about it hhghnggrhgnn...

so she shows up in kansas wearing a beanie at like 1am like kon Please. help. 😭 and she feels So guilty bc he's her ex and he's still kind and loving enough that he does get out of bed despite having an early morning with farm chores, and then he's all sleepily shuffling to the bathroom with her like here. sit. i'll fix your bangs. jeez. and the vibes are so... you know. bathroom light late at night spilling into the hallway. he's cutting her hair. krypto is peering at them from the doorway like why the fuck are you awake. cassie's on the verge of tears bc she wants to tell him why she did this but she's terrified it'd hurt him if she was like i think i was never actually in love with you

but when she finally says it he just stares at her. and then stares at her some more. and then he starts? laughing?? and at first she's kind of hurt like uh. that was serious and also pretty hard to say, what's so funny. and hes just almost in tears holding her hands in the bathroom by the sink like. cassie. ive been so scared of telling you i think im gay. for like. 3 months now. cassie i hooked up with an alien several weeks ago and i had a whole crisis i just refused to tell anyone about. um. yeah. and she's like. YOU WHAT? ALIEN HOOKUP? CONNER KENT? and hes like NOOOO WE ARENT TALKING ABOUT IT. YOURE A LESBIAN LETS TALK ABOUT THAT. but its like. oh! and they click back into place as best friends instead so much more easily than they ever dated. it's about the late night catharsis of it all.

this is a lot of words to say that after this i think she embraces the short hair and starts leaning into masc presentation again. i am a butch cassie truther for LIFE. get that girl some cargo shorts and a carabiner for her lasso STAT. i'm talking those truly heinous cargo pants that unzip at the knees to become shorts. formal cassie rocks the blazer with a bra underneath look. cassie lingerie is a tank top with no bra. she's butch to the bone baybee

as for her adult hero name, i still kinda waffle about it but i've Tentatively settled on "xenia"!! it's taken from one of zeus's epithets and has to do with hospitality, kindness, and the protection of strangers (yknow those rules about breaking bread with strangers etc, those are also called xenia). the og meaning had to do with the idea that a stranger could be a god in disguise so you should always honor strangers, but i think cassie would do a sort of converse of that with it, like i've got the power and i'm gonna use it to protect people i don't know, not for the idea of a boon but because it's who i am. still potentially workshopping this, though.

#answers #not-orpheus #cassie

[delightfulcollectivetyphoon]

WOOP WOOP guess whos baaaaaaack. anyways yeah. ik i promised knifeplay but I SWEAR ON PAPA HET it will be in the next part. only after reading did i realize how bad i am at writing p in v smut. please reply and reblog if you like my fic ! <3

warnings: extreme dubcon (like seriously im blurring the line between dub and non but like its all 100% consensual they're just roleplaying), p in v, hair pulling, squirting, dacryphilia, post-kink-action consent (again roleplaying a dubcon situation), pet names, i need to have his children *cough cough* i didn't say anything, james refers to reader as "my perfect little girl" not in a ped0ph1l1c way but like in size ykwim, morning-aftercare, soft!james (aaaaaa), fluff, he bathes her, food

dear fucking god this started to get really (really) dark but i stopped myself but lmk if u guys want dark stuff!<3

"Won't everyone else hear us?" you asked nervously.

"Ah no, they're all gettin' shitfaced at some bar probably."

You grinned at his remark and let him lead you to his room.

The walls were black wood panels running vertically. The paint was rubbed away at a few spots, and the furniture was just the same. A king-size bed lay in the middle, with the headboard touching the wall and the footboard jutting out just shy of the center of the room. There were two identical small dressers directly across from the bed, and a red easel mirror separating them. You let out a small gasp as you took in your surroundings. It truly was a gorgeous room, and you felt as if you desperately needed to live here. As you were distracted, James took the time to observe you, grinning at your child-like wonder. He too had been amazed at how beautiful it had been. He knew that he needed someone to share it with. One thing you noticed was that the headboard was made oddly; instead of one flat board of wood, it had been carved at the top into an ornate pattern, and the middle of it had a checkered cutout. You instantly knew that it wasn't just a headboard, it was specifically to be tied to. You swallowed hard, thinking about being tied up, unable to escape, forced to succumb to him, to let him have you in every way possible. He noticed your special interest in the bedframe and told you so.

"Yeah, I like it too. Its gotta be my favorite thing in the whole house," he spoke. He chuckled, then walked up to your back. He leaned down to whisper, "well, not my favorite thing." You sighed at being called his favorite thing. The thought that you could just be his toy drove you insane, whimpering for more. If he noticed your turmoil, he didn't show it. Instead, he backed away from you and fiddled with his pocketknife through the denim. He knew exactly what to do with it, he just had to do it. That was gonna be the tricky part. Once your mind left the room and focused back on James, you remembered what you were here for. For him. For the pleasure he would send shooting down every nerve in your body. You blushed at the thought of you cumming around him, screaming his name, growing more and more overstimulated as he chases his own high, not caring that you had reached yours first. You turned to face him, your heart nearly beating out of your ribcage.

"I'm ready."

He strode towards you, a smug look on his face.

"Tell me, what are you ready for?"

"...I...want you to fuck me. I was nervous before, in the woods, because I didn't know what this would be like, but I know I'll like it." You grinned as you leaned forward, standing on your toes to reach his lips. At first, he resisted, just to see how desperate you were. But one swipe of your tongue across his bottom lip convinced him. He grabbed the backs of your thighs, and you understood, allowing yourself to be hefted into his arms. You hooked your ankles together behind his back, you dug them in as you felt his cock, straining against the fabric. You loved the feeling of the rough material on your soft clit, but you remembered his rule. He pulled away. "I've been waiting for that. Waiting for you. Waiting, watching, I can never tell the difference." He dove down to your neck, licking at the bruises. He started towards the bed, gently laying you on the soft blanket. He began grinding himself against your thigh, thrusting wildly. After all, you had denied him earlier. However, he wasn't going to let himself go just yet. He detached himself from your throat as he pulled his cock back out of his jeans, still throbbing and angry from its ruined release. He moaned as he felt his hand tug his length, he needed to cum, and he needed it now.

"On your hands and knees, pretty girl."

You complied as you could feel the throbbing start between your legs again. Soon, you had your nose pressed into his bush again, and you were choking around him. He didn't offer words of encouragement this time. He wasn't going to wait any longer. He had an iron grip on your hair as he fucked your mouth. He was a grunting, sweaty mess by the time you could fell his head pulsing at the back of your throat. You tried to pull away again, to tease him again, but he was smarter this time, not letting you go. He continued until you could feel the hot, salty cum dripping down your throat, filling up your mouth. He came with a moan, the sound imprinting itself into your very soul, echoing in your ears. Once he had caught his breath, he tilted your head up, still holding your hair, and told you to open your mouth.

"Swallow."

You obeyed. You opened again to show him, and he grinned.

"Such a good slut for me, my little girl," he cooed as he stroked your sore scalp.

"Since you've been fairly good, you want me to fill up that tight little cunt? You want me to make you scream my name, cum all over me like the little whore you are?"

You moaned at his words and nodded, eyes clouded with lust. You were drunk. You hadn't touched a bottle since the concert, but you were drunk. On him, on the way he so lovingly degraded you, how you knew he would take care of you in the best ways, how he would love you in the worst.

"I want to be yours."

There it was. The look you had seen onstage, the wolf's glare as he stalks his prey. Those 5 words had transported him somewhere else. They made him someone else. Mine. The word rang through his head as he took you in. On your knees, hands folded in your lap, a lustful look on your face. You were almost made to be dominated. He decided he would make you obey. You would obey his every command. He would get what he wanted, no matter the cost. You were his. His little fucktoy. He grabbed your cheeks in one hand, earning a strangled gasp from you.

"You're gonna regret saying that sweetheart," he sneered as he pushed you on your back. You couldn't see him as you heard his clothing hit the floor, but you knew he would have the hottest body. He leaned forward, chain swinging from his neck just less than a foot above you. He positioned himself between your legs, and you instinctively wrapped them around him. You wanted nothing more than to kiss him as he inserted himself, but he wanted to be inside you as soon as possible. He needed to feel you practically split in two from his girth. He needed to see tears running down your cheek as you tried to distinguish pain from pleasure. His wish was granted as he locked hands with you, and slowly pushed himself inside. He watched as you tried to escape the stretch, the excruciating pain.

"Shhhh, I know, I know. It's gonna be okay," he said in a calming voice as you groaned through your teeth. He tucked a lock of hair behind your ear and wiped a stray tear from your cheek. It was a few minutes before he bottomed out, but it felt like an hour. Every couple of inches or so, he would stop and let you adjust. It took all of his will to not slam right into you and rail you straight in oblivion. He knew damn well if he did, you wouldn't be able to walk properly for at least a couple weeks, and that wasn't even his ego talking. He continued to caress your cheek as he stared at your entrance, how nicely he stretched you. As soon as he could feel your wetness against his pelvis, he slowly pulled out, assuring you through the pain. He repeated his process several times, before you finally spoke up.

"Fuck me, please, faster" you half-whispered. More tears had accumulated at the corners of your eyes, spilling over the edge and collecting in your hair.

"It's gonna hurt for a few minutes, but I promise I'm gonna make you feel so fucking good. I promise." He slowly picked up his pace, careful to move in as straight a line as possible. He still held your hands in his own. He squeezed tighter as he pushed in, and slowly released as he came back out. You tried to remain as quiet as possible, but it was no use. The only sounds in the room were your moans, his pants, and your pelvis colliding with his. He would lean down and kiss you every once in a while, and could feel his tummy colliding with yours, which almost made you cum on the spot. You found pleasure in the way his bush brushed against your clit upon bottoming out. Your vision was foggy, your legs were almost numb. He was right. You were in pure fucking euphoria, and you hadn't even cum yet. You watched him watch himself drill into your hole. His eyes only left when you freed yourself of his grip and reached your hands around his neck, bringing him in, close enough so you could whisper.

"aa...aaaaa.... Jamie....fuck.... feel so fucking good......aaaaaaaa"

He threw his head back, reveling in the accelerated pleasure. Your whimpers and moans, badly masked, pushed him way closer to the edge than they should've. You could feel the coil tightening, looking at the sweat running down his forehead, arms locked and flexed, the only thing keeping him upright. The way his chain bounced against his chest, even shinier with sweat. You came right then and there, squirting all over his abdomen and thighs. You nearly passed out. Your mouth opened in a silent scream as you convulsed, the hot liquid taking him by surprise.

"Ah fuck yeah.... just like that....thats my good girl.....fuck"

He began to rub at your clit, sending you into overdrive, making you clench as hard as possible. You screamed as he came, coating your walls. He only fucked you faster. He held onto your waist, bruising the skin, His moans were the only thing keeping you conscious.

"Fuck, thats my good fucking girl.........so fucking perfect...... fuck baby.."

He craned his neck, trying to focus on anything, anything other than your fucked-out features. He knew that the second he laid eyes on you, he would cum again. He pulled out just in time, groaning at the loss of stimulation. Your eyes were glazed over as you reached for him, pulling him into a bear hug. You cried into his shoulder as your walls fluttered around the mix of your cum. You could feel it leaking out as he pulled you upright, pressing kisses all over your face, licking the stray tears away. He stroked your back as you both caught your breath, recovering from your brain-melting orgasms.

"You were so good for me. So perfect. My perfect little girl."

You basked in his praise, still unable to fully form words, let alone sentences. You smiled up at him as he stroked your hair.

"Well, I don't know about you, but a bath sounds pretty damn good right about now." You nodded at him as he looked to you for an answer. He smiled softly and stood, walking to the bathroom across the hall. As soon as you heard water running, you fell asleep. You weren't sure how long you had slept, but the sun was shining through the window when you awoke. You tried to sit up, but your core throbbed. As soon as the pain washed over you, you remembered what had happened the night before. Ohmigod. After finding a massive t-shirt, you limped out of the bedroom. You didn't know where the kitchen was, but after exploring, you had finally found it. James was sitting down, eating a bowl of cereal and some eggs. He smiled as you entered the room. You offered him a grin as you slowly sat next to him, holding in a groan as you hit the chair. He put an arm around you, which you gladly accepted, and snuggled into his chest, almost falling asleep again.

"How are you feeling?"

"Feels like you're still in me," you grumbled. You winced as the words left your mouth. You had screamed yourself hoarse last night. His hand ran up and down your arm, trying to ease at least some pain. He chuckled at the remark.

"Well, was it worth it?"

You looked up, unsure of his question.

"What do you mean?"

"Whatever you think it means. Regrets?"

"None," you whispered as you kissed his cheek. A few minutes passed, which you filled with sharing his cereal.

"Oh, uh by the way, I ran a bath last night because I wasn't sure if you had any more energy left for it, but the offer still stands."

"Ugh, fine," you teased as you made your way to the bathroom. You were just reaching for the faucet, when you heard footsteps behind you. James pulled you back by the waist, placing you by the door.

"Nuh uh. I'm doing this. You just work on brushing your hair. I'll wash it, and your body too, if you want. You need to rest."

Your heart almost shattered at how caring he was. You couldn't stop grinning as you ran his brush through your hair. When you were done, you took off the shirt and slowly climbed in. The water was hot enough that you immediately went limp and groaned. God, this was amazing. It soothed your skin, made all the pain drift away like smoke in the wind.

"I don't think I've seen anyone enjoy a bath as much as you," he taunted. You opened your eyes to find him on his knees in front of the tub, hands resting on his thighs.

"Shut up, Hetfield," you smiled.

He held up his hands in defense, laughing. After what only felt like a few minutes of idle chit-chat, he began to pump shampoo into his hands, working up a lather. You pulled the shower curtain back farther and lifted your head off the edge of the tub, to give him better access. As soon as his hands began massaging your scalp, you felt a wave of contentment settle over you. You shifted so that your back was to him. He grabbed a towel off the shelf and put it against the side of the tub so you could lean your head back. He didn't care that he was getting soapy water all over his pants, he was just happy that you were happy. He continued massaging your head in silence. He could've sworn you fell asleep more than once, just while he was shampooing. He guided your head up, grabbed the sprayer, and, while holding a washcloth over your eyes, so as to not get any soap in them, rinsed your hair. He moved on to conditioner, brushing through your hair as he did so. He left the conditioner to settle as he lightly ran a loofa over your body, being extra careful around your labia and vulva. He could still see his handprints on your ass, and tracing them, asked, "do these still hurt?"

"They're just a little sore, but you can wash them."

He slowly ran the loofa across your ass, slightly proud that they were still there. He kept that to himself and carried on. Once you had been rinsed off, he helped you out of the tub and dried you off. He guided you to the bedroom, where he pulled a bag from under the bed.

"This morning, I drove down to a Walmart a few miles out and got you some stuff."

He pulled out a fresh pair of panties, and some pajamas.

"I figured we could just have a day in, if you have nothing else to do."

Your heart felt like it was going to erupt at any second. You teared up as you approached him. He could see your emotion and reached out his arms. He embraced you, running a hand through your hair, as you cried into his shoulder. You hadn't had this type of treatment from past lovers, and you never expected him to do all this for you. Especially when you thought this was just a one-night stand.

"What is it?"

"No one's ever done this for me. You're the first. The bath, the clothes. You're just so sweet, even to a one-night stand."

He looked confused as you spoke the last three words.

"Do you want this to be a one-night stand? 'Cause I don't."

"Are you sure?"

"Pff, why would I not be?"

You simply buried your face back in his chest. You stood like that for a few minutes, glad to have this time with him.

You eventually pulled away, unpackaging your clothes. You slid on the underwear and pajamas. He led you to the living room and sat you on the sofa. He went back to the kitchen, grabbing the snack foods he had gotten from Walmart. He came back out with a couple of boxes of cereal, some milk, some candy, and a massive tub of Moose Tracks ice cream. You snatched the ice cream and a spoon as soon as he set them down. He grabbed the second spoon, and you both worked on the tub as you watched trashy reality TV. God, this man was perfect.

#WHEW #james hetfield #papa het #i need this man in ways that would get me on a watchlist #ANYWAYS #james hetfield smut #papa het smut

[cinemastyles-blog]

Talk About Awkward

Summary: anon request from Wattpad - “hi! can u do one where they are bf and gf during highscool (so fbh), and they've been teasing each other throughout the day (like sexting), and as soon as school finishes, they go to her house where they start to like yk fool around (maybe she gives him🧠), and her parents (mom/ dad, doesn't matter) walk in on them doing that, and then they give them the sex talk yk like how what they were doing works and stuff.”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, slight praise kink, sexting, oral (m), sex talk, mildly filthy

FRAT BOY HARRY

You bit your lip as you read over Harry's text.

Harry: Can't wait to lift that dress of yours up after school.

You're in the middle of history learning about a certain war, but you're far too focused on other things to really care about some war that happened way before you were even born.

You glanced up, making sure the teacher was still facing the board,

You: I've been thinking about doing some things to you as well, baby.

You rest your phone in your lap, trying to take notes, but the thought of Harry doing things to you makes your brain feel dizzy.

You feel the vibration and bite your lip,

Harry: I want to be in between those legs so fucking bad and that dress you're wearing only makes me ache for you more

You loved being worshiped by Harry. It's one of your favorite things about him. He truly only has eyes for you.

"Miss y/l/n. Why don't you tell the class the answer."

Your head shoots up and you gulp, "Um, sorry. What was that?"

The class laughs and you feel your face turning red. He sighs and repeats the question, "Which two countries were the first to declare war on Germany?"

You sit up and lean forward, "Britain and France."

He raises his eyebrows, slightly surprised that you knew the answer, "very good." He turns around and the bell rings, causing you to jump slightly.

"Alright so your homework tonight is.."

You tune out your teacher as you go back to finishing your message to your boyfriend,

You: You have no idea how bad I want you in my throat, choking me.

You lock your phone and drop it into your bag before standing up. You go to walk out of the room and your teacher calls your name, "Y/N. A word please."

You sigh and slowly walk over to his desk, knowing you're going to get warned about texting during class.

"I hope whoever you were texting was worth missing out on learning what's going to be on Thursdays test." He leans back in his chair and you freeze.

You need to pass this test or you won't graduate, according to the guidance counselor, "I'm sorry, Mr. Keys. I promise I'll pass that test with flying colors."

He nods, "I believe it when I see it." He motions for you to leave the room and you can't help but laugh it off quietly as you leave.

——

You smile as you see Harry sitting at the table, "Hey." You lean down and kiss him before sitting next to him, "So I got yelled at for texting in class."

He raises his eyebrows, "Y/n. I told you not to get in trouble."

You lean in, taking one of his fries off his tray, "Worth it if you ask me."

He sighs, "Baby you need to pa-"

You lean in, whispering, "Maybe I need a good punishing."

He shifts around in his seat, "Baby.." he tilts his head as he fixes his beanie, "Don't say stuff like that." You smile and roll your eyes playfully, "Is that better than me sending you a picture of my boobs in the bathroom?"

He tilts his head side to side and sighs, "You got me there."

You laugh and glance at your history book, "I do need to study for Thursdays test." You look back at Harry and he has a smirk on his face, "I'll come over to help you study."

"Help me study.. alright." You smile and shake your head, "Don't think we'll be studying but you know, whatever works."

He wraps and arm around your waist as he slides his tray away, "Open it. We can get the studying out of the way now."

——

Last class of the day and you can tell that Harry is desperate for you at this point.

Harry: I can't even blink without seeing you on my dick. School needs to just end already

Thankfully, your last class of the day was a study hall and Mrs. Baker didn't really give a fuck what you did as long as you were quiet.

You: Soon baby then your thoughts will come true

Harry: Yours too. I'm shoving my dick down that beautiful little throat of yours

His words make you press your thighs together and you walk up to Mrs. Baker, "I'm running to the restroom real quick."

She glances up and motions for you to go without saying a word. You quickly make your way to the bathroom.

You go into the stall, locking it behind you before unbuttoning the top part of your dress and taking a picture to send to Harry.

You wait a few moments before seeing his chat bubbles pop up,

Harry: Such a dirty girl, sending me pictures like this while we're in school. Maybe I will have to punish you.

His words excite you,

You: you can do whatever you want, just wait until after I choke on your dick for a little bit

You button up your dress and walk out, fixing yourself before making your way back to class.

Harry absolutely loves when you talk about sucking him off, and you love doing it.

——

You can't help but smile as you make your way to Harry who is standing right by your locker.

"There she is." He holds his arm out and leans down to kiss you, "my dirty girl."

His words make you blush as you unlock the lock to put your books in, "Here I am." You look over at him and smile as you notice he's just staring at you.

"What?" You ask as you get ready to close your locker, but Harry holds it open and nods towards your books, "Aren't you forgetting something?"

You sigh as you grab your History book and give it to him, "I'm sick of seeing this thing." He shuts your locker and slings his arm around your shoulder as you walk towards the parking lot, "I know. I know."

——

When you pull up to your house, no one is home so you look at Harry with a huge smirk, "You know what that means."

He chuckles as he shuts his car off and gets out to come open your door. You step out and he reaches in the back to grab your guy's school items.

"Yeah, we get a quiet house to study in." He winks as he shuts the door and you laugh, "Yeah, okay."

You walk in the door, yelling out a slightly loud, "Mom? Frankie?" You look around, waiting for someone to answer but no one does so you and Harry make your way up stairs to your room.

You shut the door and make your way over to him, straddling him, "I'll take that punishment now."

He smirks up at you as his hands slip under your dress, "Will ya now?" He hums as you lean down to kiss his neck. You leave little nips and bites as you kiss down to his collar bone.

He gasps slightly as you suck a small mark onto it, "Baby." He moans lowly and slides a hand to your hair, pulling as he tilts your head back.

Your lips part as he looks at you, "I want that mouth on my dick."

You smile and nod, "Okay." You move down onto the floor in front of him, undoing his belt and jeans as he watches your every move intently.

You rub your hand over the bulge in his boxers before he lifts hip to shrug them down to his thighs. You rise up slightly as you take his dick in your hand, pumping it in a slow fashion.

"C'mon now, baby." He rests a hand on the back of your head and pushes down slightly, "Please?" He pushes his bottom lip forward in an attempt to fake pout but you just laugh, "Alright. Alright."

You build up as much spit as you can within a few seconds and lower your head. You take the tip of his dick into your mouth and suck as you move your tongue over it.

"Oh fuck, baby." Harry moans out as he tilts his head back, sighing at finally getting what he's thought about all day long.

What you teased him about all day long.

"Yeah, baby. That's it." He groans as you work your way down his dick, "C'mon baby. Take it all."

He pushes your head down as you dig your nails into his thighs. You gag on him slightly as he slips into your throat, "F-fuck." He gasps and holds your head there for a few more seconds.

"Shit." He breathes as you lean back. You smile while breathing heavy and go back in for more.

Harry laughs breathless as you take him back into your throat, with more ease than before, "Just like that. Shit."

He looks down, lips parted as he watches your head bob up and down, "So good at taking my dick deep in your throat, fuck."

He strokes your hair as you're busy working on trying to get him off before your parents get home, but it's too late for that.

"S-shit. Baby, I-" The door to your bedroom opening cuts Harry off, "Hey sweetie.." Your moms voice causes your to scramble to your feet, "I saw ha- oh, shit. Oh my god."

She slams the door and you look at Harry who has his lap covered with a pillow, "Fuck." You lay a hand on your forehead and Harry starts to laugh after a few moments of absolute silence.

"This isn't.. it's not.. Harry." You whine as you sit next to him, "My mom just walked in on me giving you a blow job."

After you said it, you had to laugh, "Oh.. my god.. my mom just walked in.. on me.. giving you a blow job.." you cover your face and Harry stands up and quickly pulls his jeans back up.

"I'm sure it happens to everyone." He sits back down next to you and rubs your back, "But I'm going to just climb out the window and I'll see you tomorrow."

He stands up, but your mom is calling both of your names.

"Fuck." You both say in unison.

"What do we do?" Harry asks in a panicky tone. You shrug, "I don't fucking know. I didn't think she-"

"Y/n. Harry." Your mom calls again and you sigh, "Maybe she'll just tell us to lock the door." You shrug, trying to stay as positive as you could.

But you were shitting your pants, let's be honest.

"Okay. Let's just go see what she wants and then.." you trail off and look at the window, "Actually, your plan is better let's g-"

Harry grabs your waist and pulls you to him, "It'll be fine. Let's not jump to any conclusions." He laughs at his own pun and you push his shoulder as you try not to laugh.

"Come on. It'll be fine." He kisses your head and you slowly make your way down the steps, Harry following close behind.

"Mom?" You call out and she steps out from the kitchen, "Sit on the couch. I'll be out in a minute."

You and Harry make your way over to the couch and sit on opposite ends, just to please your mom. You look over at Harry and fight back laughter.

"Okay." Your mom comes out, shutting you both up instantly and you watch as she walks around to sit on the table in front of you both.

"So.." she pauses and stares at the ground for a few seconds before looking at you, "I was your age when I started.. doing those things.. so I can't really yell at you, but what I can do is give you the talk."

You groan, "Mom."

She sighs, "Look I know you probably already know about all that stuff, but this is for my own reasoning. Condoms. Please. Use. Condoms."

"Mom.. we haven't done that."

She sighs and lays a hand on her chest, "Oh thank god." She looks up at Harry, "I love you, Harry. But I don't love you enough to see you stuff so just.."

Harry holds his hand up, "Got it."

You look over at Harry and back to your mom, "Mom. We're being safe. I promise. And when the time comes, we'll still be safe."

She takes a deep breath and exhales, "For the love of god just please, please please please.."

"Use condoms." You and Harry say at the same time and she nods, "Thank you. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go have some wine and try to forget what I saw."

She gets up and walks back into the kitchen. You look at Harry and lean in, "She probably has that bottle gone by now."

He laughs and shakes his head, "I would too if I was her and just walked in on that."

You and Harry get up and start making your way up ye steps when your mom yells from the kitchen, "Door open, please!"

You bite your lip and look over at the door then Harry. He purses his lips together and shakes his head, "Too risky." He says quietly and you smirk, "Sounds like a challenge to me."

——

Im sorry for not getting these requests out right away, but I'm going to get them out asap.

Thank you for the request.

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[leclerced]

DID U SAY KARAOKE???? I cant stop thinking about Oscar’s look at Lando in that karaoke vid. Imagine meet cute Oscar + wingman Lando at karaoke

Smutty addendums would also be welcome hihi

hi omg okay sorry this took like two days im a mess ive never actually been to karaoke or had a meet cute but i was thinking about himym

Oscar never thought he'd be happy that Lando dragged him out to karaoke, but then she walked up on stage and he couldn't drop the stupid grin from his face. He didn't know the song, but she captured his attention the moment she flipped off the crowd and cursed her friends in the mic for signing her up for it as the first few chords rang out. Despite the initial annoyance on her face, she starts bobbing her head and swaying her hips to the song, tapping the mic to the beat. He wonders if she's some kind of singer, because her voice is the sweetest he's ever heard, and he's been to karaoke in a dozen countries and he's never been enraptured like this. Hell, they have performers for post race celebrations, but the five minute solo she has before the audience rewards her with applause is the best five minutes of his life.

She takes the mic off the stand and dances across the stage during the instrumentals, his eyes locked on her hips when she spins around and shakes them at the crowd, her skirt fanning out around her before she turns back around as the chorus starts over. Lando says something at some point but he doesn't register the teasing remark his teammate makes, too caught up in watching the woman serenade her friends, pointing to their table somewhere behind Oscar's as she belts out the last line. The confidence of her performance seems to fade as soon as the song ends, and she awkwardly places the mic back on the stand and tucks her hair behind her ears as the room erupts in applause and hoots, she mumbles a thanks into the mic before scurrying off the stage.

Oscar can't help but try and follow her through the crowd, but he has trouble finding her sparkly top in the mess of people. He loses her in the crowd despite turning around in his seat to try and keep up with her. He turns back to his teammate, or where his teammate should be, but he's not there. He sinks back into his chair and sighs, resigning himself to being ditched by his friend on another night out. He's scrolling through Instagram reel comments and wondering if he should just leave now, when he hears his teammates sing song-y voice, "Have you met Oscar?" A moment later, the woman from the stage is pushed into the seat Lando was previously occupying, his teammate standing behind her as he grins down at Oscar. He gives him a wink as he raises his glass before promptly turning around and leaving them alone.

Oscar looks back to her, his cheeks pink as he raises his hand and says, "Hi, I'm Oscar. Sorry, he does that."

She grins sheepishly as she takes his hand and says her own name, "It's okay, I don't mind being introduced to pretty boys." His cheeks are burning as he shakes his hand under the table, trying to regain feeling in his fingers.

He doesn't know how to take the compliment, so he praises her back, "You were really good up there."

Her grin widens and she looks back to the stage momentarily before countering, "Thanks, I haven't seen you up there yet, otherwise I'd say the same."

He laughs a little, "Honestly, it's not really my thing, my friend brought me here. I'll need a few more drinks in me before I can get up there." She quirks an eyebrow at him, as if she's accepting that as a challenge.

One hour and three shots later, she has him leaning over her shoulder looking through the songbook as she tries to find a duet they both know. She settles on Don't Go Breaking My Heart. Oscar wishes she had picked anything else, wishes he hadn't exclaimed that he loved that song, because when he's up on stage drunkenly singing the words, he's truly hoping she won't break his heart at the end of the night when he asks if he can see her again.

#ask #golden flora #op81 #op81 blurb

[duplicitywrites]

Thank you so much for replying to my other ask! I completely understand not wanting to revisit a fic you had wrote when you weren't doing the best, and I hope you're feeling better now! 🩷 I adore 'evermore' so much even though it's quite depressing aha 🥲 The way you wrote Harry's mental health and escapism was so good and Id love to hear some spoilers if you were up to it 😅

One thing I love about fanfic is the freedom of it all, and like you said "What is fanfic if not an ode to writing that felt unfinished?". Your interpretation of Harry as an abused child at his core in works like "damaged" always get to me. It always felt weird in the HP book series that Harry had such an awful childhood and was as well adjusted and happy in the future.

Another one of your works I was really interested in is 'perfect boys with their perfect lives', the Harry/Cedric aka a certain dark lord one. It really had me thinking about what could have happened in the graveyard if Harry hadn't escaped 🫣

i am, thanks! it was around covid, which was an awful time for everyone i'm sure, with weird life stuff piled on top of it.

i was going to answer all of the ones you mentioned, but evermore is actually one of few stories i have planned out in detail. this is why it has a planned chapter count (though that hasn't stopped me from going overboard before lol).

i guess i'll just give you the whole thing in case i never finish it kljsdgkljdgs it's pretty long, so under a cut it goes! but first some context for everyone else:

🍃 Evermore

Tags: Alternate Universe, Unhealthy Relationships, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Manipulative Relationship, Infidelity, Past Child Abuse, Dream Sequences, Depression, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Plot Twists, Happy Ending, Surprise Ending, Healing

Summary:

Harry is a married man who is living a charmed life. He has no need for the fantasy potions gifted to him by the Weasley twins—or so he thinks. After falling asleep on the train ride home, Harry dreams of the perfect man, a man named Tom Riddle. As Harry explores his dream life with Tom, he realizes that his actual life is not as charmed as it seems. The pristine image of his faultless marriage shatters, revealing a darker reality, and Tom Riddle becomes an oasis, a sanctuary for Harry to escape to. However, no sanctuary is eternal and no oasis is truly perfect. Harry must eventually confront his demons, inner and outer, before he can find real happiness for himself.

Notes:

these notes are arranged in order from where the most recently posted chapter left off.

there are probably some divergent points that occurred during the actual writing process, but this plan below (i'll admit i'm not quite brave enough to reread it all) is what the general storyline will be.

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reality four - right where you left me

maybe harry's been harbouring fears of his potions being found? :thots: or his husband's made note of his changes in behaviour, accuses him of not spending time/being devoted

they get into an argument where harry gets a looooot of shit for stuff he doesn't deserve to get shit for, stuff that's not even true

harry yells back but gets hit, idk if by magic or not :thots: and he backs down, distraught. then once he's alone, he goes straight for the dream world

dream four - no body no crime

it'll be a much shorter version obviously, and the character roster won't be the same

i hadn't nailed down the specifics of the background and so i'm not sure how it'll look, exactly

harry is NOT married in this dream, he knows dream-husband but they are only friends

dream-husband is ginny's role in this particular iteration

but the climax of this scene is where harry is snooping around in the house, where he happens upon the dream-husband's diary

he's been looking for evidence to prove the murder

harry reads through the diary

and in the diary are tragic entries describing depressive thoughts, details of emotional (maybe even physical) abuse, etc.

this is a pivotal moment for harry, who up until this moment has been in denial about the failings of his real life marriage

reading this in the framing of it happening to someone else is enough for him to realize that it's wrong

what happens to him is not okay

but of course it's not that easy to just, shrug off years of marriage all at once; harry once again exits the dream, thus ending that particular dream universe

he's partly in denial but it's not as bad as before

he's been using the dreams as a coping mechanism up until this point

i've made it sound kind of frustrating but the dream worlds that harry goes to are meant to be very lush, romanticized

while we realize that harry's dream worlds are not ideal, he doesn't realize it right away

he thinks he's still doing something wrong

reality five - coney island

uh so next is probably another real life scene which shows tension between harry and his husband, only harry is no longer acting the way he did before aka accepting things without question

after the dream, harry starts to... notice things. he picks up on the slights, on the manipulative behaviours. he doesn't argue back for most of it, because he's still figuring it out and he's in shock, but he does start acting differently, which is noted by his husband

it escalates things further, a landslide of 'harry is no longer listening to me, is no longer under my control' type of deal where it results in more attempts to manipulate, which harry now sees is bad

voldemort grew addicted to power, made deals with politicians, gained a following

he looks back on past events and picks out the red flags, realizes that his marriage is not a marriage of equals. but just because harry knows these things, doesn't mean he knows what to do. he goes back to the dream world for comfort/answers

dream five - cowboy like me

this one is 'cowboy like me'

harry is there with his husband staying at a hotel, they happen across dream-husband, who is a con artist attempting to swindle an older woman

either harry is also a con artist in a similar vein, or he is mistaken for one - i'll probably decide once it's written out and i get a sense of the vibe

but he and dream-husband have some interesting conversations, flirting, etc

the theme of this dream i think will be further strengthening the similarities between harry and the dream-husband he's made up in his head

this dream ends with a bittersweet farewell

something along the lines of, despite their attraction for each other, they must part ways? :thots: or some other thing

but there will be a bit of a cheeky 'see you soon'

aka referencing the fact that it's a dream/dream world, that the dream-husband is a recurring character in harry's mental space

reality six - happiness

harry's down to two vials now, the bittersweet farewell of dream five has him realizing that time is running out in the metaphorical sense; we understand that soon he will need to make a choice

i might loop back to infidelity at this point, maybe in an attempt to bring harry to heel, his husband starts flaunting an affair? :thots: cause in the past, flirting with other people probably worked to make harry upset and easily manipulated

but y'know now harry is armed with his brand new knowledge of Marriage Should Not Be Like This and also he's got some shiny self-worth stored up, courtesy of dream-husband

dream six - ivy

in this dream world, harry is married to his current husband, but he is having an affair with the dream-husband; not in the sexual sense, but in the emotional sense. drawing on the dream five, harry is seeking comfort and solace from his bad marriage

this dream is meant to remove more of harry's doubts and encourage him to see that his current situation is bad

and i imagine we start to break through the fourth wall; dream-husband speaks directly to harry, referencing real life events that have occurred

he encourages harry to leave

harry is doubtful, obviously. this is all he's known and he's been gaslighted, manipulated, mistreated

he's terrified he will be found out and punished for it

but the dream-husband reassures him, promises him that things will be okay, etc.

he makes harry promise to take care of himself

and i'm thinking in true romantic sense, maybe they spend the night together? :thots:

reality seven - closure

we solidify that harry deserves better, that what has happened is not his fault, etc all the important, healthy things

we have harry reaching out to the people that have been slowly pushed out of his life (mostly by his husband). he’s reconnecting with them, being healthier, i think this section would end with harry going to ron and hermione and telling them the truth, telling them everything

harry is down to his last vial, so he's been saving it

like, he could obviously go and get more, they would give it to him for free, even, but you know it's kind of like

he shouldn't have to rely on that as a coping mechanism any more

dream seven - evermore

i'm thinking harry goes for one last dream, they sit together outside(?) or somewhere else that has significance for harry

they hold hands, harry talks about how much the support has meant to him, what he's learned about himself, what these dreams have taught him

sometimes things don't work out

he knows he needs to walk out and move on

i'll probably cry writing all this so you know it'll be good

the end - it’s time to go

then like i mentioned before, there will be a scene of harry signing divorce papers. his friends are with him, telling them they support him, and he feels... relief. he feels hope.

the story ends with harry attending a party, this time by his own decision. he's here to genuinely mingle with people, with his friends, and have a good time

and then he sees someone

much like the previous dream, it's someone who he once knew

they talk, they catch up, but this time it doesn't feel odd or uncomfortable

harry feels secure with himself, and we end on the hopeful note that this could go somewhere good

#asks #anonymous #evermore au #this story still does mean a lot to me #i'd like to finish it

[niobe-loreley]

Heaven Is In A Shortcake {xvi}

the previous chapter was the appetizer~ now, for the main dish

disclaimer: The Gray Man and the characters are NOT mine, even the reader. I only own the plot and the reader's character lol. Pictures used in the fic are NOT MINE, but only the edited version (u can msg me if u ze owner); credits to the rightful owners and canva + weheartit. Additionally, I am not a Subic/Zambales native, so my apologies for any wrong locations, descriptions, or languages.

Six x F!Reader / Courtland Gentry x Female Reader

warnings: moderate amount of swear words. some filipino dialogues. slow burn. fluff. trust issues. dramaramramamama. comedy if you use a magnifying glass. culture shock. word count check. slightly proofread/revised.

CHAPTER SELECTION IS IN THE ✨Masterlist✨ Chapter 15 is the moment Chapter 16 is the icon

word count: 3.2k (N/N) = nickname *Kiara = Clare *Kurt = Court *cover names = reader doesn't know YET (except you do know #wreckthe4thwall)

After Court gathers your stuff and helps you with your shorts, he strips off his jacket and drapes it on your shoulders. "I'm just gonna tie them up, so they aren't walking free in the morning." he shortly clutches your shoulder, "Wait here, okay?"

You nod. "Okay.."

As you double-check your things, Court is tying up the unconscious thugs to a tree— rephrase: tightly tying them up. Not too tight to cut off circulation, but tight enough that it hurts and possibly cut off circulation if not untied after 12 hours.

Court was (still is) holding back. When he heard your muffled cries, he was seething. And when he saw the state you were in, there was only red in his vision. He badly wanted to kill them, but he quickly thought that death wasn't the punishment they deserved. Plus, it would attract too much attention.

Despite pulling his punches, Court struck the thugs hard enough for fractures.

"If I wanted to break all the bones in your bodies," he glances at the unconscious thugs, "I would've."

As he triples the knot, he looks over to you. You're fiddling with the contents in your bag while leaning on a tree. Court notices that you've donned his jacket, which looks like a very short dress on you. 

A fluttering feeling spreads across his chest and up his throat.

It's that dangerous feeling again. Much more dangerous than when he was livid. This will only worsen if he ignores it, so he decides to contemplate something else.

While securing the thugs' bounds, Court sneaks glances at you every five seconds. The horrific events took place no less than 10 minutes ago, yet somehow you appear to be standing strong and unaffected. He always suspects you're more strong-willed than most. However, Court cannot truly fathom the extent of the trauma you experienced.

It's something anyone shouldn't ever experience. No matter the gender or what kind of person they are.

Court deeply breathes in and out, dousing the anger boiling in his stomach. He steps back, admires his handiwork, and nods to himself. He heads back to you and he notices a light on the ground. It's a phone. He picks it up, thinking it's yours, and swipes at the screen. After two messy photos, he almost crushes the phone upon seeing a picture of you straddled to the ground with your shorts being pulled down.

He knows there are more photos, but he doesn't need to look at them or else he won't be able to leave without snapping all their necks.

You watch Court walking back with angry strides. Even though he's wearing a cap and there's not much light around, you know he has a scary face on.

"Hey," you say with a small smile, in an attempt to calm him.

"Hey.." he replies with a sigh, glancing at the phone in his hand. "They, uh.. they took pictures."

It takes all your might not to break down again. "Yeah.. yeah, I figured. I mean, I saw flashes," you chuckle awkwardly and gesture for the phone.

He reluctantly hands it to you. "You can delete them."

"And destroy evidence that they did this to me? I think not," you huff. "I hope it's enough to land them in jail. I don't want to do any trial of sorts."

"You're probably going to have to, though."

"And get you and Kiara involved? No way."

He sighs, exasperated and amused. "You were just—" he tightens his jaw, "Take care of yourself first before you start taking care of others."

You heave a brow at him. "I know I said you have a savior pass, but don't you dare lecture me right now." you declare chidingly and give his shoulder a shove. "Now, let's go.. there's a police station nearby."

Court frowns. "How near?"

"A minute or two by car? And probably less than a 10-minute walk." you furtively observe the reluctance flashing across his face. "I  mean.. you don't have to come with me. Just take me to my bike and—"

"No, I'll take you. Let's go."

"Where's Kiara, by the— ah!— Shit!"

You've only taken one and a half steps when your left ankle screams and decides not to fully function. Court is quick to catch you, and you feel a flare of shame on your cheeks, heating up with another emotion-that-should-not-be-named.

"Where does it hurt?" he asks, assessing your lower extremities.

You groan. "Left ankle. I think it's sprained."

"Let me take a look. Lean on the tree."

"Yeah, sure."

Court descends to a half-kneel and carefully rolls your sock down. He then uses his phone's flashlight to help his inspection. You glance at the thugs, still unconscious, and then you glance around, still no people. But the rain is slowly letting up.

"Maybe it's not a sprain— maybe I can walk it off, you know?" you shortly laugh, "It's my fault for just standing here and not stretching."

"It's sprained," says Court.

"Fuck." you say through gritted teeth, "Are you sure?"

"As sure as it is swelling."

You look down. "Damn, no wonder it kept twinging. I thought I could shake it off."

Court powers off the flashlight, pockets his phone, and rolls your sock up before he stands. "I have a compression bandage in the car. Here," he slightly squats down, "put your arm on my shoulder."

"Okay.. but shouldn't you be at my left side— woah, woah!" you yelp when he suddenly hoists you up in his arms. "Kurt, what are you doing?!"

"Preventing unwanted pressure off your ankle and keeping it elevated," he answers diligently, as though reciting in class, and starts walking out of the park.

You stammer. "I know first aid. I meant, why are you carrying me?"

He blinks at you. "I just told you why."

"I can walk."

"You tried."

"Stop arguing with me."

"That's my line."

"Why are you being stubborn?!"

"Why are you?"

Court's SUV is parked near where your motorcycle has fallen. Except its now up on its two-wheels and parked by the curb.

The driver's window rolls down and Claire's horrified face appears. "Oh my God, (N/N)!" she exclaims and climbs out of the car.

"Kiara? Seriously, what are you two still doing around these parts?" you question, glancing at the father-daughter duo.

"I told you, I'll tell you later." Court says, "You're safe, but not so sound. Health comes first."

Before you can protest, Claire opens the backseat door and Court carefully carries you in the car. "Get the first-aid," he tells the teen.

"Aye-aye!" Claire rounds the car, hops in the passenger side, and reels out a kit from under the seat.

"Scoot over," Court says to you.

"No." you say firmly.

He glares at you, and you glare back.

"Why are you two fighting?" Claire asks, amused.

"We're not. He's just picking a fight." you answer, scooting back.

He snorts. "Says the pigheaded." and climbs in the backseat.

"Who are you calling pigheaded?!"

"You, of course!"

Claire giggles. "Are you two just fighting to avoid saying what you're really feeling?"

You and Court look at her as though her eyes combined into one. "What?" the two of you chorus, "No."

"Jinx!" Claire chirps, laughing.

She opens the light and hands the first-aid kit to Court. He then starts bandaging your swelling ankle while you open up your phone's camera. It doesn't surprise you to see your beaten up reflection. Because honestly, you've been thinking you looked worse.

You have small cuts here and there; bruised right temple and left cheek; and dried blood caking beneath your nose.

Claire pops open a water bottle, carefully dampening a towel, which she gives you.

"Thank you," you smile, immediately wincing when your face twinges.

"Let me help," Claire unpacks the disinfectant spray and band-aids.

"It's alright—"

"No, (N/N)," Claire says solemnly, "None of this is alright."

You're momentarily shocked. This is the first time you've seen Claire immensely serious. Yet it makes you smile, and this time, you don't feel any twinge.

"Thank you, Kiara."

She blushes. "Y-You're welcome— but you don't have to thank me! I'm helping because I care about you, so it's only natural, you know.."

You feel a sting in your eyes and turn away, pretending to be eyeing the scrapes on your knees. In your peripheral, you spot Court staring at you discreetly. You've already cried in front of him, you don't want that to happen twice, let alone in front of Claire as well.

You've worried them enough.

"That's why I'm thanking you," you chuckle, turning back to her. "Because that's the only way I can repay you right now."

She hums. "How about a movie marathon on Sunday?"

You laugh. "Deal."

Court looks as though he's about to reprimand Claire, but quickly keeps it to himself. You stifle a smile at that and start checking on your other wounds.

"Why are we stopping here?" you ask as the SUV slows down to a halt one block away from the police station.

"I, uh.." Court trails off.

"Government issues," Claire chimes in, shortly glaring at Court. "Yeah, he's one of those crazed conspiracy theorist."

"I'm not crazy," Court defends.

Claire snorts. "I didn't say you were."

"Wait, is that why you always wear a hat?" you ask amusedly.

"Yes! That's exactly why!" Claire barks out laughing.

With red ears and a displeased frown, Court climbs out the car without another word. You and Claire exchange grins before she carefully crawls to the driver's seat.

Court opens the passenger door. "Don't move," he says when you start scooting towards him.

"Don't worry, it's not aggravated." you nod at my sprained ankle, which I've set atop the other ankle.

Court waits for you at the edge of the seat. And without warning, he hooks his arm under my legs and cradles my back with the other, gently carrying you out of the car. The heat on your face clashes with the cold biting your skin, the battle sends shivers down your spine and you try not to shudder.

"Hey! Don't tell me you'll carry me to the police station like this," you frown at Court.

"How else would I take you there? Want me to roll you?"

"Go ahead, you'll be the one having a hard time."

"Stop arguing with me or I will really roll you across the ground."

"I'm just saying that you can carry me on your back, dummy!"

"Aww, arguing like a newly-wedded couple!" Claire chimes in teasingly.

You and Court snap scowls at her. "Cl— Kiara!" he chides, while you exclaim, "What?!"

A click and a flash resounds across the quiet street. Claire has taken a polariod picture of you and Court. "If I edit this picture, I'll caption it as Brawl Wedding." Claire snickers as she wags the photo towards the two of you.

As if you haven't blushed enough, your neck and face are flaring when Claire said 'wedding'.

Once you're on Court's back, he starts a slow trek to the police station. You keep your hands on his shoulders rather than wrap it around him. He's already too close as it is, and that zesty scent of his isn't helping. You don't even wanna get started about his hands underneath your thighs.

"Is it okay to leave her alone there?" you ask, an attempt to distract yourself from observing him at such proximity.

He shortly glances over at you. "Can you worry more about yourself right now?" he replies in a playful tone, but you know he's scolding you.

You huff. "I'm done worrying about me."

He clicks his tongue. "Well, I'm not."

"And why is that?"

Court doesn't answer right away. "Because…" he stammers and trails off, and for some reason, that makes you blush.

"You and Kiara dot on me too much," you say to break the awkward silence.

Court chuckles. "About Kiara.. don't worry, she's a big girl. She knows how to defend herself."

"Did you teach her?"

"Yeah, I did."

"Can you teach me?"

"Of course. When would you like to start?"

"I was kidding."

"I'm not."

You feel a swell in your chest. Unfortunately, it's nothing bad. Just good.. stirrings. Same feeling when eating a marshmallow.

"I can handle myself." you say.

He sighs. "I know you can, but.." he stops walking, "I just want to teach you how to clock someone the right way."

"The right way?" you echo amusedly.

"Yeah, the kind of way that knocks someone out in one or two hits. So that they don't quickly get back up."

Court starts his gait again. You're about to reply a joke, but notice that you two are almost to the station. You press your lips shut and stifle a smile. 

You want to ask him more. You want him to talk to you more. But you don't want him to run out of things to say or share to you and your curious (talkative) self. Then again…

You furtively peer at his face. It's serious, like it always is; however, there's flecks of nervousness on it. The reason for that is unfathomable to you.

…Court never ceases to astonish you.

The police are like flies on a watermelon on a hot, sunny day when you and Court enter.

They inquire you relentlessly while ushering you to a room. And when asked to have a private conversation with you, Court is about to exit when you hold onto his arm and ask the officers to let him stay.

Now, he's watching you retell the whole event.

"Listen, don't look too suspicious. Keep your cap up a bit, but not enough to show your face on the CCTVs. Just enough to let them know you're friendly."

Court briefly lowers his head, hiding his smile, as he recalls what you whispered to him before entering the station. It's as though you know what kind of circumstances he and Claire have. Surprisingly, no matter how many countless times he did a background check, you don't know anything— you're clean.

Too clean, if his paranoia may add.

And if his paranoia will add another thing, it's: how the fuck is he still calm being in a police station filled with security camera?!

Court is panicking for not panicking in the first place. Scratch that— for not panicking even now!

It's baffling him.

Appalling even!

"Opo, nakatali lang po sila sa isang puno sa Waterfront Park. Kaibigan ko po may kakagawan," you nod towards him and the officers glance with quirked brows.

Court internally composes himself and returns a nod. Looking at you, everything somewhat becomes crystal clear yet simultaneously foggy.

If you're the reason why he's staying calm indefinitely, the next questions should be.. why and how?

By the time you're done with the interrogation, Court unfortunately doesn't come up with an answer.

The officers escort you two out, where Court only piggybacks you down the stairs and off into the street.

"They wanted to interview you," you say once Court crosses to the next block.

"Really?"

"Yup! Told them you're Icelandic and still practicing basic English."

Court stifles a smile, but it quickly ends up into a grin. "I can't believe they bought that," he replies teasingly.

You huff proudly. "I can be monumentally persuasive without breaking a sweat."

"What else did you persuaded them to?"

"Nothing, really. They're quick to assume that I'm your tutor."

"Did you tell them we were out late tutoring?"

"Yeah, I did! I told them that you were an immersive learner, you needed environmental stimuli to learn the words. That's why we were outside, and then got attacked by those goons."

Court can't hold back his laugh. And you're immediately infected by it.

"What?" you ask, chuckling.

"You're a very convincing liar." he declares, "I say that as a compliment."

"It wasn't lying if it was partly true."

"I don't think half of it was true. Nevertheless, it was awesome."

"But you are Icelandic, right? I presumed because of the chef-takes-first-spoonful tradition." you snicker and unknowingly place your chin on the edge of his shoulder, inclining your head sideways. "Remember? The night we first met.."

"Yeah," he looks over at you, "how could I forget?"

Court doesn't realize, and neither did you, just how close your faces are. All he knows is that despite your bruised face decorated with cuts, you look pretty. 

You are pretty. 

But he doesn't like you because you're pretty.

You're pretty because he likes you.

Wait, what?

"Hey, noble steed, you aren't moving." you pat his shoulders, chuckling.

Court snaps out of his stupor just as you pull your face off his shoulder. He notices your blushing cheeks, but disregards it for a trick of the light on your bruise.

"Sorry," he mumbles and carefully marches towards the SUV.

Once you're safely situated and buckled up in the backseat, the father-daughter duo chorus a question— "So, where do you live??"

"Jinx," you chuckle and reel out your phone. "I live in—"

Without warning, there's a heavy pounding in your chest. You're about to ignore it when you feel your airway tightening. You furrow your brows as you try to steady your breaths. "I'm okay, just—" you sputter, "Just give me a minute."

"(N/N), what's wrong?!" Kiara unlatches her seatbelt and meticulously sidles from the front seat to the back.

You shut your eyes, but that only made it worse.

The guys who attacked you flash through your head, and you feel their hands on you again.

You snap your eyes open. No one's touching you. Even Claire is just right in front of you.

"I don't think I can go back to my apartment." you confess, gauging their reactions.

"That's.. that's okay, hey," Claire rubs your shoulder.

"The landlord will have me taken care of, I don't—" you shake your head, "I don't want to burden anyone."

"You won't be, (Y/N)." Court declares, frowning at you.

"Yeah, you need help, (N/N). That doesn't mean you're a burden," says Claire. "Do you want to go to Mindy's?"

"No, no.. I don't want to drag her into this."

Court sighs exasperatedly. "Are you serious? Will you stop worrying about others for now?" he questions, though it sounds more of a demand. "Mindy is your friend, and she'd want to get dragged into this. Unless you don't consider her your friend."

"She is. That's why I don't want to go to her right now."

"What the fuck kind of logic is that?"

"Kurt!" Kiara hisses.

"If you're so stressed about me, just leave me at the cafe!" you yell.

"What?!" the father-daughter duo looks at you in disbelief.

You sigh apologetically. "I'm sorry."

They stay silent.

"The cafe is a safe space for me." you disclose, looking at Court and Claire. "I have extra clothes there, some first-aid, and a lounge room where I can rest."

Court breathes out a laugh, shakes his head, and exasperatedly drums his fingers on the wheel. "Yeah, no," he says, facing forward.

You roll your eyes. "What do you mean no?"

He looks over to you, gaze unreadable yet solemn. "I mean, you're staying with us for a few days. And that's final."

A/N: very firm, Courtland Gentry! WE LOVE IT! And not to be conceited or anything, but if you think this main dish is sweet.. wait 'til y'all taste the dessert ☆⌒(≧▽​° )

The keys to Chapter 17 are yet to be found!

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[thefact0rygirl]

HELLO!!! i hope you are doing well it is deedee / 🥂 anon. i apologise it’s been like seven years. i’m back with a thot i’m tossing around in this little tipsy brain of mine and it is boba (or …any era rex my GOD or din i just like broad men) like. catching u touching urself and u don’t notice for a bit. before being in a relationship. . ur absolutely lost in the sauce and he’s like 😳. bonus bonus points if u say his name or call him daddy. and he’s like ‼️‼️‼️‼️. esp if there was some yearning or distance in the relationship before then. i’m rlly quite drunk i apologise i’m incoherent but i want some big broad man to catch me face down ass up losing my mind and then tease + rail me about it. much love.

ahhhhh deedee my love! 🤍🤍 there is no need to apologize! life is crazy and things get in the way, but i'm so happy to hear from you! i love your thots (drunk or not) they always manage to send me into a fucking spin and ndiucvbrouibgvf you bring the three large men hello sirs i am ready 🫡

how boba, din, and rebels!rex react to accidentally walking in on you

warnings: daddy kink, accidental voyeurism so dubcon by default, reader called princess

18+ under the cut

but ok let's be real - there is a part of you that was curious what would happen if he caught you. cos you knew they would be back soon from whatever the hell he was doing (bounty hunting, slinging joopa, arguing with kanan, etc.) so deciding to have a lil' solo session right before carried a risk of getting caught. but you were excited and wanted to see what would happen.

it's been a steady build-up of flirting, longing looks, and prolonged hugs and touches. you're both falling to the same pool of desire and it's time one of you did something.

and they don't interrupt you when they find you. they're shocked that you would be thinking about them, but you best believe they will bring it up later.

boba be the most direct about it, taking the bait but still somehow making you flustered. he'll bring up casually the next day when you least expect it.

"so...you think i'm daddy?"

you'll be pushing your palms into your eyes and groaning as he chuckles at your response before leaning over to grab your wrists.

he'll call your name, asking you to look at him as he tries to coax your hands away from your eyes.

it's when your situated between his legs when you finally look at him. with his thumbs tracing the pressure points on your wrists, his grip loosens. you have every ability to push away from him, but you don't. he'll move in towards you until you can feel his breath on your face.

"is that you want, princess? for me to be your daddy?"

din, on the other hand, would be the exact opposite. he wouldn't be forward about it like boba.

even though he caught you moaning his name he isn't going to assume you want him like that. it may have been a slip or even his helmet malfunctioning.

din would be respectful as possible when he brought up while also skirting around what he saw. he'd offer to install a lock on your door or something along those lines.

"we're taking a couple days off on nevarro. i could install a lock on your door if you'd like. to give you more privacy."

and you won't catch on because privacy has never really been an issue with din despite the close living space. when you ask why, din fumbles and averts his attention to the weapon he is polishing. he tries to keep his hands busy, something to make him look busy as the words fall out of his mouth.

"i...i, well, i didn't mean to. it was an accident. i heard you, saw you actually, when you were alone."

he'll look up at you when you're quiet and he's worried because he can't read your reaction. you're neutral and it worries him. it was truly an accident but it still doesn't stop that he saw you in a position that you may not have wanted.

he'll start word vomiting just to fill the quiet space until you cut him off. "din. i don't want to leave and i don't want a lock. i want you to join me."

and rip daddy din djarin that will be the last of him.

and finally we have our beloved captain gilf rex. he's like din in that he won't be as forward as boba, but he won't try to skirt around it either.

he'll wait until you both are alone as not to embarrass you. he'll phrase it like a gentle warning, a heads up so you don't end up in this situation with someone else catching you.

"hey kid. you might want to check your door is shut next time you're...alone. i came back yesterday and saw something i don't think you wanted me to see."

you nod, your mind burning with embarrassment. it's awkard after that with you nodding and muttering an "i understand" under your voice. rex turns to leave when you figure, fuck it. he already saw you playing with yourself.

"you should join me next time, captain."

and that makes rex stop and turn around. "w-what?"

his eyes are wide as you take a step towards him. "i'll be alone again tonight. around 9pm. you should join me if you're around."

you kiss his cheek and turn around trying in your power not to sprint back to your room.

#boba fett x reader #din djarin x reader #captain rex x reader #rebels!rex x reader #boba fett headcanons #din djarin headcanons #captain rex headcanons #nsfios #vee answers #okdeedee #🥂 my absolute beloved

[im-a-matt-girl]

ok ty for turning anons on bc I'm lowk embarrassed to ask but wtv

also js ignore it if u don't wanna write about it, bc you've been posting alot!! but they're so good!!

sorry, feel like I was ranting alot, but can I request a fiction where y/n and Matt are supposed to go out to a nice restaurant and so y/n wears a pretty frilly dress and her hairs all fixed and her makeups done, so basically she's dressed up really girly and pretty, (also maybe she's wearing a new necklace with an 'm' intial) and it makes matt really flustered and shy around you. thank you:)

"Date"

I put on my best dress, the one with the puff sleeves and the ruffled skirt. It makes me feel feminine and pretty. I style my hair in the most flattering way possible, and I do my makeup so that it's flawless. I put in my sparkly silver earrings, and pair them with a matching silver necklace with a letter "M" as a pendant on it. It was a gift from my grandma, for our last name, but I have a feeling you'll like it, too, since your first name also begins with "M."

We're going out to dinner at a fancy local restaurant, which is why I'm getting all dressed up in the first place. This will be our first official date as a couple, so your brothers won't be joining us this time. My stomach is filled with excited butterflies as I wait for you to pick me up.

You arrive in a dress shirt and nice pants and shoes, and I can feel my face grow warm as I look at how handsome you are. You're even wearing a tie, which makes me giggle. I can tell by how fluffy your hair is that you washed it, too. You smile at me as you get out of the car. "Hey, beautiful," you say.

"Hi," I smile back, giving you a hug. I can't help but notice that our outfits are inadvertently coordinating. "You look good."

"You look amazing," you tell me, eyeing me up and down. I see you pause and do a double-take at my necklace. "Is that a 'M'?" you ask me.

"Yes," I answer, touching my necklace. "Do you like it?"

You nod, a pink hue rising in your cheeks, making your freckles more visible. "Yeah," you giggle. "Well, shall we?" you ask me, extending your arm out to me.

"Yes, we shall," I say, holding onto your hooked elbow.

You open the passenger car door for me, and I get in and buckle up. You take your place in the driver's seat, and we're off to the restaurant. When we arrive, you pull out my chair for me to sit down. It makes me feel special when you act so chivalrous toward me. You even let me order my dinner first.

"This place is really nice," I tell you, looking around the ornate interior of the building as we wait for our food to arrive.

"Yeah," you say, mirroring my movements. I stop to look at you, and you seem… nervous, for some reason.

"How was your day?" I ask you, hoping to find out how you're truly feeling. "Like, sincerely."

"It was good," you say, taking a sip of water. You tug at your tie a bit, as if you're trying to loosen it some. "I didn't do much, honestly."

"That's okay," I nod. "You need days to rest, too." I slide my hand across the table toward you, and you cover it with yours, lightly stroking my skin there. It almost tickles, but in a pleasant way.

I look into your eyes, and you still look somewhat flustered. I wonder if there's something you're not telling me. Your eyes keep flicking down to my necklace, and up to my lips, and finally meeting my own eyes.

"What are you thinking about?" I ask you. I genuinely want to know what's going on in your mind right now.

You shake your head, as though snapping out of a trance. "Nothing," you tell me. "What do you wanna do after this?"

As I open my mouth to speak, our food arrives. We both let go of each other's hands and profusely thank the waiter. The food looks and smells so good that we begin eating right away, forgetting about our conversation entirely.

On our way out of the restaurant to the car, you hold your elbow out to me again, and I drape my wrist over it from the inside. "Did you have a good time?" you ask me.

"Yes, that was lovely, thank you," I say, smiling at you.

"Good," you nod in satisfaction. Then, after a moment, you say, "What do you wanna do now?"

"Hmm," I hum, thinking about it for a second. "I think I just want to make out with you in your car for a bit, if that's okay."

"That can definitely be arranged," you giggle. You finally seem relaxed again, to my relief.

#matt sturniolo x reader #fic #op #ask #anonymous #pov: yours

[darkicedragon]

azure also Muzaka not being able go help look after the werewolves Franken takes in he's like 'dun wanna be lord anymore' but also 'lemmie protecc these werewolves and look after their wellbeing' darkicedragon muzaka just like |.o at m m just like =.= 'can he not' 'this is the best he can do, truly. he wont bother you' 'uuuuurghhh. i can still FEEL him looking at me' azure M won't say anything about his past or his pack or what happened to him and Muzaka WANTS to know pls O^O}}} esp bc M is very wary of any other werewolf and V much against any idea of a pack even Kentas referring to their lil group as a pack makes M scowl and go >8V

darkicedragon 'he keeps SNIFFING around me' muzaka can still smell ww even w frankensteins potion haha darkicedragon but also tao knows part of ms background. 'uh, m. you do know that WE'RE basically a pack?' 'yeah, but we dont CALL it that' 'ooooh, just the name u take issue with. gotcha' azure "I don't need a pack and I'm not gonna be part of anyone's pack, understood?" cuz M can't imagine a family or a group that cares about him who don't have ulterior motives or expect him to do things in exchange for his belonging there darkicedragon yeah m still thinks everyone around him right now is conditional, so long as he does his job meanwhile, frankenstein is bringing homebaked cookies for everyone 'thats just what he does. i dont know why he does the shit he does' ¯_(ツ)_/¯ azure M learns what Franken does and figures the reason why he took him in was to piss off his pack bc he had beef with them and needed a reason to pick a fight "I'm here just because he needed a reason to start a fight. That's all. I'll probably be gone when this solves." darkicedragon or thats ms interpretation, except frankenstein only found out abt ms pack bc of m, and then hunted them down. 'this. is. not. how. u. treat. ur. pack!!' 🗞️ azure M being much =^= 'am not gonna be part of a pack ever again' but slowly starts looking after everyone if there's a bar fight that Kentas is taking care of, M is like |^= v intensely cleaning that one glass Tao mentions some tuna sandwich from a shop he never passes by, and despite it not being close to Ms place, M somehow always brings him a tuna sandwich every morning darkicedragon and by this point, t2 know 'pack' is a Forbidden Word so dont put a name to ms actions until muzaka or kentas put their foot in it azure /SNORT XD Muzaka or Kentas being like 'ayy part of the pa -' and get a hand over their mouths and Tao being like 'HE'S VERY MUCH A LONE WOLF OKAY' darkicedragon muzaka or kentas need to have a Talk tao attempts to drag them away but. well. it doesnt work. 'hey!! i think some ppl are being v sus over there!!' <o<!!

#bartender m21 and bouncer kentas au #noblesse #skype conversations #madameazzure #muzaka #frankenstein #m21 #kentas

[orbch]

About High School Secrets. I blame Lightning Speed far more for Nightlight hiding his crush on Helia. The guy seems controlling as fuck and is kinda violent... :/

For that matter, I hope rainbowspeed (or whatever the ship name is) won't get back together. The fact Rainbow cheated is already a huge no no...

Nightbeam developed far more natural. I root for them

okay this whole take is like. actually my whole opinion ALSO.

i absolutely don’t know why suddenly Nightlight is like… getting slack for hiding his crush on Helia again. like FIRSTLY he has absolutely zero requirement to have told ANY OF THEM. like yeah i think he’s being a little bitch about Helia finding out but.. its nightlight, so when isnt he like that… but also Lightning being Like That about it. [awkward look towards camera] i think ep17 Starswirl said it best when she called him creepy… (bonus: Helia getting mad at Nightlight for not telling her also peeved like okay girl. it’s his feelings… he can or can not tell u whatever he wants.. this family needs serious help) EDIT: ok i just thought of this but why tf was Helia mad that Nightlight didnt tell her 😭 girl both ur brother AND BOYFRIEND have anger issues! shit i wouldntve said anything either! fuck!!!

ALSO YES PLEASE. lord let rainbowspeed not stay together. many of my friends and I are genuinely worried that thats the route they are headed but… we can only pray otherwise. I also need to mention the way that is was posed as if Rainbow cheating was justified. loud sigh… whatever.. I think both her and Lightning need a romantic candle lit dinner with THERAPY.

and yes.. nightbeam., im rooting for them… again i wish Nightlight wasnt such a little bitch abt his crush on Helia and i also wish Starbeam wasnt such a doormat in ep28.. like oh if my unrequited crush was complaining about his unrequited crush… absolutely not… im intervening.. AND I REALLY FIGURED NIGHTBEAM WOULDVE BEEN FINE IN EP27/28. because i truly madly deeply thought Nightlight was over Helia but. but.. smile.. you know. i think if like.. OK THIS IS GONNA SOUND SO BIASED (bc it kinda is) but i think nightbeam and scelia have had some of the best ship development… like you know, the way these ships were built in comparison w/ rainbowspeed… yeah i knew that was a trainwreck in the making

#never was the hugest fan of rainbowspeed truthfully yall… i was on starswirls side when she was against them dating #yknow starswirl in her… pre munch era.. #girl go back to arguing w rainbow lord knows she needs it #innocent anon message abt hss and i send an essay back… whoops.. the SpIn took over… #mlpstopmotion #mlpsm adjacent #mlp high school secrets #mlp highschool secrets #mlpstopmotionx #mlphss

[keisukibaji]

A Letter from Keisuke Baji <3

˚๑꒰﹕Hey everyone! I'm back and with the fourth post in 'A letter from….' series! The reader is gender neutral and all the letters are platonic! I hope you like it!!

HELLO READER PERSON,

HOW HAVE YOU BEEN DOING?

Ok Chifuyu did tell me I was supposed to start with dear in a letter but it sounds so sappy and fucking cringe so no way am I doing that….

I am using a dictionary to check my spellings though so if u can’t understand something I do apologize! Me and spellings don’t mix haha.

Well I doubt you’ll get to read this after all….

If you are wondering where I disappeared off to and why I haven’t been in touch for a while, it’s because I’m no longer in Toman! I joined this new gang, Valhalla! There is this pest that needs removing so…

I can’t let anyone else get hurt ever again….

ANYWAYS! Today Chifuyu called me out so I went to meet him and this weird kid I punched a while ago at the meeting to chose the Toman third division captain. Takemichi his name is….

He had the guts to punch the new third division captain in front of the everyone including the president!

A fucking dumbass….

But I like him…..

BUT STILL A DUMBASS!

Hence yours truly served a punch!

For some reason….

He told me I was gonna die soon…..

Before you panic like you always do, I DON’T THINK I’LL DIE! I AM PRETTY STRONG! 

One of the strongest of Toman and Valhalla in fact!

But for some reason…. I have this feeling….

If this is the last time…..

What if I never get to say goodbye…..

HENCE THIS LETTER!

U MOST LIKELY WON'T READ THIS CAUSE I'LL BE FINE I'M STRONG but if this does reach ur hands it means....i...well....

I wish I could talk to you in person though!

And Chifuyu too!

Chifuyu…..

You know something Reader? Peke J doesn’t stop by any more…..

Ever since that day…..

Ever since the day I fucked up everything and ruined my friendship with Chifuyu….

I do keep looking at the window though…

I do keep thinking, Peke J! This food is getting stale here you know! It’s time for your play date!

But he never showed up…..

I wish I could tell Chifuyu that I’m sorry but somehow…..

I feel like I’ve fucked things up for good…..

I wish he would abandon me already……

If I do end up dying tomorrow…..

I hope… I hope he could forgive me for what I had done….

AH FUCK! I GOT THE PAPER WET! IF U DO GET THIS, THIS WAS BECAUSE I SPILT WATER ON THE PAPER OK????

I TOTALLY WASN’T CRYING AT ALL! SO DON’T U DARE THINK THAT!

Somehow just the thought of my life ending soon brings back a flash of memories….

You know reader? SINCE YOU ARE TOTALLY NEVER GOING TO GET THIS, I’m gonna let you in on a secret….

I don’t think anyone knows this in fact…..

BUT LIKE,

Whenever a day feels a little too much…..

Whenever burning cars doesn’t feel enough…..

Whenever past memories come to haunt me in the form of nightmares….

You know what I would love?

A nice, warm comforting hug!

YES I KNOW! I DON’T SEEM LIKE A HUGGING KINDA PERSON!

AND DON’T U DARE TELL ANYONE ESPECIALLY KAZUTORA! He won’t let me live this down….

That day…

That day when Shinichiro died….

I felt like dizzy, the spell of blood hitting me, making me realize that the guy I looked up to as an older brother was now dead and lying sprawled out in front of me….

I felt like the world was ending as my heart shattered into a million pieces….

Somehow in that moment, it felt like it was the end….

Like I couldn’t go on….

I mean how could I? I was the reason Shinichiro kun died…..

But in that moment, I saw Kazutora….

Seeing him more broken than I was….

Knowing all that he had been through….

Knowing that he planned this all so that Mikey could be happy…..

I couldn’t stand seeing Kazutora cry…..

Before I knew it, I swallowed my fear, my withering pain and hugged him close, promising I would never let him go…

Whatever we did and whatever we will do….

We are in this together….

I’ll give up everything just to be in hell with you…..

As long as you are happy….

As long as everyone is happy…..

That’s all that matters….

But somehow that day…..

Even though I tried to ignore it....

As selfish as it was….

Some part of my heart wanted someone to hug me tight just like I hugged Kazutora that day…

Telling me that it was all gonna be ok! 

That it was ok for me to feel sad or cry whenever I wanted to!

That day….

When they took me and Kazutora in for police questioning…..

I saw my mom….

And somehow…..

Everything around me faded away……

I remember screaming on the top of my voice as the sobs chocked my throat… I ran straight headfirst and held on to her tight.

And I cried and cried and cried…..

For some reason…. I thought she would yell at me….

Even hate me for what I did….

Instead she put her arms around me….

And she didn’t let go……

In that moment,

Even though I always felt very strong…..

That was the safest I felt in a long time….

I wish I could feel that way again…..

ANYWAYS NOW THAT IS OUT OF THE WAY! LIKE I SAID DON’T TELL ANYONE!

EVEN IF I DO END UP DYING, MY GHOST WILL HAUNT YOU FOR LIFE IF U DO!

If I do end up dying…..

Somehow just the thought of it makes everything trivial and insignificant fade away…..

Me grumbling over not being able to watch the next episode of Kayo Suspense Gekijyo….

Me not able to get the latest copy of the action manga I wanted….

Me not being able to see Peke J for a bit….

Me wanting to open a pet shop in the future…..

All that is no longer important to me anymore…..

All I want is….

All I want is for…..

Toman to be happy…..

Draken, Mitsuya, Pah, Mikey, Kazutora, Chifuyu….

You…..

I want all of you to be safe and happy…..

I love you guys so much…..

ARGH THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING AND CRINGE WHAT AM I WRITING-

ANYWAYS….

I visited Shinichiro’s grave today….

Perhaps if I’m fortunate enough to see him again….

I wish I could say sorry….

For robbing him of the years he could have spent with Mikey and Emma chan…..

It’s something that burns me, eats me away on the inside, just like the cars I set fire to against the early morning dawn.

I was thinking as I walked back home….

If I do die….

Who is gonna look after u guys?

Who is gonna make sure you all are doing ok?

It was getting dark and a strong gust of wind blew across my face.

Forcing me to look up at the night sky.

It was dark, very dark.

The blackness stretching for miles and miles with no end to it….

That’s when I saw it…

A single lone star….

Shining brightly against the darkness….

That’s when it struck me!

If I’m…no longer here….

I want to be that star up there….

So that whenever u guys look up, u can see me there…. 

Whenever u guys feel sad or lonely….

Or feel like nothing is going your way.

JUST LOOK UP AND I’LL BE THERE!

It will be my way of saying

HEY! I’M HERE YOU KNOW!

EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE OK!

There is nothing you guys can’t handle as long as I’m here!

As for me well,

I’ll get to see you guys grow older….

Achieve your wildest dreams….

Who knows what you all will end up doing in the future!

I SHUDDER TO THINK!

ANYWAYS NO ONE CAN SHINE BRIGHTER THAN ME CAUSE IM A FUCKING STAR GET IT?

Oh well if not a star, I can always be Peke j’s distant cousin or something….

OH MY GOSH LOOK AT THE TIME! I’VE BEEN WRITING FOR SO LONG! 

Just a couple of final things…

If you do end up finding this, just letting you know that I wrote something for Chifuyu as well! It should be along with this one… Please make sure it reaches him ok?

And please tell him that I’m sorry…..

I really wish I could eat Peyoung Yakisoba with him again….

Even if it were just one last time….

Please look after my mom too ok? She doesn’t stop talking about you so I can tell she really likes you and though she always puts a strong face, she can get really sad sometimes she would really love it if u stopped by time and again just to say hello! I wish I didn’t make her cry back then….

And as for u guys,

PLEASE KICK OUT KISAKI FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME! HE IS A FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT AND HE IS UP TO NO GOOD I TELL U!

Well that is if I don’t end up killing him tomorrow myself…

Apart from that….

Please be happy ok?

I would die for you guys in a heart beat…..

And in any life I'll always choose you guys.... Over and over again...

Please live on my behalf to the fullest!

Well then….

WISH ME BEST OF LUCK! IF THE FIGHT GOES WELL THEN I CAN GET TO STICK AROUND LONGER SOMEHOW! 

I really hope I can…. For just a little while longer….

From

Keisuke Baji 

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers manga #tokrev #anime #toman #tokyo rev x you #baji keisuke #baji #toman baji #baji x you #baji scenarios #keisuke baji #bajifuyu #bajitora #baji x y/n #baji x kazutora #baji angst #bajifuyu spin off

[lingshanhermit]

Lingshan Recluse: Why Not Be a Useless Person

We all strive to prove our own usefulness, simply to affirm ourselves. We want to prove our own value. We want to prove ourselves through the affirmation of others. No one wants to be a useless person. No one wants to be expelled from human society. Very few people have the courage to disdain the eyes of others and do what they truly want to do - even though you really want to, you don't have the guts to roll around on the grass, because you're an adult, because your colleagues are all around you, because they all think you're very steady and composed.

The rules and common sense of human society bind you, forcing you to do the "proper" things, useful things. So-called useful things sometimes win praise for us, other times they may win hatred, but in any case they win us a sense of existence and validation.

Think about it carefully, everything we do is based on this. We don't want to waste time on useless things. Because those things can't win us any praise or validation from others. Whether you're aware of it or not, we're actually catering to and seeking validation from everyone all the time. Whether we put on haughty airs or act very friendly, it makes no difference. We're always trying to do something, and when we're doing something, we're always wanting some feedback or reaction. We're constantly sneakily observing the world's reactions to us and making adjustments to cater to those reactions.

We want everything we do to be useful and have purpose. We deeply fear uselessness and meaninglessness. We even worry when we put on a new outfit that we won't get full use out of it - so-called "full use" means - the people we hope will notice we're wearing new clothes notice. Or certain people become jealous or envious. We want to become useful, we also strive to prove this usefulness, we hope to gain the admiration and validation of others through this, we nourish our egos through this.

No matter what we do, it's for some ulterior purpose or motive. Every word we speak, every action we take, every photo we post on social media, even making an offering to a deity, we want to gain something from it. We are full of utilitarian motivations. We never waste time on useless things that won't somehow benefit us. If we spent 10,000 yuan on a coral necklace and then immediately threw it into the river, the people around us would think we were crazy or foolish, because everyone feels that after buying such an expensive necklace, if you don't show it off to others, that's wasteful. We should wear it to gain a certain admiration or envy from others. This is how our society thinks.

We are constantly catering to this thinking, constantly proving our usefulness - to everyone - whether it's your parents, your children, friends, or strangers on the subway. We are trapped in this never-ending cycle of seeking external validation.

In China, Zhuangzi was the first to propose the concept of uselessness and meaninglessnes. And in India, among the 84 mahasiddhas, there was one mahasiddha, I can't remember his name (I don't know if it was Saraha or one of his female teachers, I'm not sure). He held a bow and arrow, but did not take aim at any target. Because if there was a target, there would be the expectation of hitting it, and the fear and anxiety of missing it. I think this is the archetype of uselessness and freedom from expectation.

The sage or enlightened being does not need to nourish the ego, the sage does not need to appear useful, nor does he need you to find him useful. The sage simply does what he intrinsically wants to do, without ulterior motive. He does not care what ordinary people think. But people like us, even flipping our hair, we hope someone notices how beautiful and graceful the gesture is. We don't want to waste a single action that could somehow benefit us. We want everything we do to feed our egos and desires. One day, when you no longer care so much whether each of your actions is useful for some motive, when you no longer deliberately do things just to make yourself look useful in the eyes of others, that's when your Buddhist cultivation truly begins to mature and you find inner freedom.

This article was originally published on December 29, 2016.

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灵山居士：为何不做无用之人

[svndaysaweek]

Even though Karina is extremely horny. Would she still be a loyal gf? She would only let you have sex with her, touch her anywhere u like whenever u want, and only u get to cum in her.

At first, she won't be.

Karina will fuck around some stranger guys that looks hot and go to clubs to get some dicks. She would call it 'refreshments'. Almost every night she returns home drunk, stumbling with her lipstick mushed on around her mouth.

First few times you just think that she just drank a lot, but as days go by, her outfit becomes more suggestive and showy. Her skirt shrinks day by day, everyday her cleavage is presented even more than the day before, and her makeup gets thicker.

You get suspicious but when you ask if she's hanging around with some other guys euphemistically and whenever she answers no, you just let it pass. She kisses you on your cheek and say, "No, baby! I love only you,". Obviously you won't be able to ask further in front of Karina acting like that.

But one day you walk down a street where there are many clubs and playing people you see a somewhat familiar backside of a girl entering one of the biggest clubs, and follow her.

Inside, you spot that backside kissing another guy and rush towards her through the bouncing crowd. You feel hurt. You are hurt. 'I've been loyal to her, and for that I end up with this?' But soon the scar on your heart grow dark, and spread all across your heart and your reason and rationality. You become angry. You snatch her wrist, which was around the guy's neck, and drag her out of there. You keep looking back at Karina and her look is shocked and afraid.

"B-Baby... I can expla–"

"Shut the fuck up, Karina."

She can see, hear, and feel how pissed off you are. You take a taxi there to home, and when you arrive home you make her kneel down and she tries to apologize again.

"Baby... I-I was just... It was... I mean, it won't happen again..."

"Of course it'll not. I don't want to think about what'll happen to both of us when you do this shit again,"

As you're saying that you pull your pants and boxers down, to expose your semi-hard dick in front of Karina's almost tearing up face. She looks at you and your dick repeatedly, as if she doesn't know what you mean.

"Kari–no. Jimin. Open your mouth."

She knows it by now, when you call her with her real name. It strikes her seriously and she truly realizes how evil her acts have been.

"Baby, I'm sorry for what I—Glrk!"

You put your dick in and thrust into her throat harshly, causing Karina to inevitably gag and try to push you off. But the more she tries to retreat, the more you push in her throat. Immediate drops of tears run down her cheek, with the messy, sultry makeup on her eyes blissfully also staining her cheeks with the dark streams.

"Do you know how miserable I felt when I spotted you entering that club? I wished it had not been you, Karina. I begged. But I ended up seeing you kissing some other guy like he was giving you all the world. Like you were loving the kiss, and even him."

"Mmmph...!"

She quickly shakes her head in denial, but she can only let those high moans, stuffed with and ravaged by your dick. Her gag reflex is gone. Her reluctance is gone. You look at her eyes and you find love and dedication inside them.

Those eyes look so sincere and wholehearted, and you can do nothing but let your heart melt at the real, true love and apologies from her.

"You know, Karina, he can never give you his world."

You pull out and bring her up, wiping the drool from her mouth and chin. With your fingers under her chin you look into her eyes and say.

"Cuz I already have you mine, and you're already my world."

"Baby, I'm so sorry... I know you've been loyal to me, and I think I needed something fun... But I promise it'll never happen again. I love you."

The Moon and the stars have heard it. And standing right in front of her, you have heard it, heard how sincere it was.

Karina kisses you, and you two slowly step toward the bedroom, only for the stars to know what will happen next...

******

This is how Karina became loyal to you, anon.

Thanks for asking!

I hope my answer satisfies you!😚😚

[blvckmvgicwoman]

Bestie, it's not another HOTD week sadly but I do have a confession to make 😔 Well, it's not a bad thing, just hear me out. I know Aegon is not a good person, the way he's treated by his family is not an excuse for his poor and horrible behavior. However, in a totally superficial and purely physical standpoint, he's pretty hot and I'm afraid I've realized that and now I can't really stop thinking about it. I mean c'mon, Tom Glynn-Carney, like, yeah.

That's all. I just, listen, it's not easy, I'm not strong enough. I have a weak spot for blonde, british twinks u might already know that so don't hate the player hate the game. In a way he lowkey reminds me of Anakin which might be the reason for my down fall but.

This show has corrupted my fictioanl morals and has me down, down deep at the bottom of the pit😔

Sorry for the long rant but I just felt like I needed to get that off my chest and since this is a safe space of thirst, I trust you to keep my secret lol. Have a great week Ma <3 ly

Bestie, I am in suffering that we didn't get a new episode last night and we won't get a new one for two years

Now about Aegon...

listen, I'm not an Aegon apologist as I am an Aemond one, buuuuuuuut

Aegon never knew niceness from anyone in his life, he was never treated decently by anyone. His grandfather saw him as a pawn on his game, his mother repeatedly slapped him around no matter what, his father barely acknowledged his existence except on his second name day because he was still the new kid and a son.

There's no excuse to being a rapist, but we can't honestly expect him to be a good person when he never knew love in his life.

Now to Tom Glynn-Carney..

I truly do believe he's the reason why so many of us feel some sense of softness to Aegon, because he truly made Aegon a real person, not a black and white villain like most of the greens before the series.

The casting of the greens is truly one of the best things ever, because all the actors gave us such deep characters, I love them all deeply.

Back to the characters, yes, I do see the Anakin resemblance!

And honestly? Babes, we've all lost our moral compass with this show and I, for one, have absolutely no regrets 😌 my baby boy is a war criminal and I support that, I think the war crimes give him more depth and I am here for it.

also, how are we gonna survive for the next two years?

please do come in my askbox to rant about them anytime 💜

#ask #💌 #bestie comes to the askbox #hotd