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idk if anyone's still around but... i'm back and in the mood to write again :)

if you have any requests, shoot me an ask!

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creative writing’s just like yeah sure i can deal with my issues i just need to cover them in several layers of metaphors first

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you ever hear a new song and immediately go “oooh the fake scenarios in my head are gonna love this”

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Do you ever just go look back through your old stories and get slapped in the face with a super popular 3 year old WIP and the undying desire to keep writing for it all while ignoring your newest WIP? 

Cause same

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me? letting an entire fic play out in my head from beginning to end and not writing a single thing down, thus forever sealing it in my brain as a self-indulgent relic that will never see the light of day?? 

it’s exactly as likely as you think

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SPIDER-MAN: NO WAY HOME (2021)

bonus:

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Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all, those who live without love.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – Part 2 2011 | dir. David Yates

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don’t know where to post this BUT if anyone likes ACOTAR... i published the first chapter to a Lucien x female OC fic on both wattpad and ao3. it takes place during ACOWAR, she’s Cassian’s twin sister but he’s still mated to Elain sooo..... go check it out if you’re interested <3

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Archeron Sisters

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The Inner Circle Boys

I’m ready for all the family moments between nyx and his father and uncles, I need a whole novella.

Credit: madschofield (Instagram)

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me with remus lupin

girls be like *he is my comfort character* and then bam its the most emotionally traumatised ficitonal man you’ve ever seen

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my contribution to fandom

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i have 3+ wips yet i’m playing around with the idea of starting a rivals to lovers charlie weasley fic on wattpad……. someone stop me

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Hey, so for your celebration, can I request a 🥀 for dad's best friend James, stumbling into you at a muggle bar and after watching you dance from a distance he can't stop himself from going over and you basically grind against him until he slips his hand into your skirt to pleasure you right there, your moans being swallowed by the music

pairing: dadsbestfriend!james x fem!reader

cw: reader is early twenties, james is early forties? idk dad age, public fingering, reader has been drinking.

there's an old song playing in the dingy dive bar. the place is dark except for the few low voltage lights that illuminate the makeshift dance floor and every other table. his eyes are on you the second you stumble through the old wooden doors, and he studies every inch of your exposed skin by the time you make it to the bar, blissfully unaware of the dozen pairs of hungry eyes watching you predatorily.

your legs are long in that little dress, and the way they shimmer in the low lights sparks a flashback of sweaty bodies and breathy moans, flashing images of your last night together many moons ago. a part of him wants to go right up to you and bend you over the bar, the other part of him reminds him that if he was a good man he wouldn't be biding his time to defile his best mate's only daughter. good thing he never set out to be a good man.

it’s almost an hour later when he saddles up behind you on the dance floor while you sway with your eyes closed, a dangerous choice considering the unattended drink you're waving around carelessly in your hand, vulnerable to suspect men hidden in every dark corner. he’s watched you for a while now as you downed watered down cocktails and the occasional beer. james muses that he’s in fact saving you, protecting you, like a good godfather should, as his free hand moves to brush your hair over your shoulder.

your eyes open wide at the unexpected touch, but there’s a noticeable relief in them when they zero in on the man in front of you. the relief is short lived though as your eyes start desperately scanning the bar “is my dad here? please tell me he isn’t”

“he’s not” he has to lean down for you to hear him, and there’s something about the move that makes your belly feel funny. “think he’d have a heart attack if he saw you here, ‘specially in this” his fingers tug playfully at the hem of your skirt, which reaches just past the curve of your ass, the same ass he’s dreamed of biting ever since the last time. his eyes are dark, but little do you know the thoughts in his head are much darker. “how’s school?”

you can only grimace at the question. it’s spring break, and for all your parents know you're in your college dorm studying responsibly for finals, which is why you couldn't make it home this year. “I don't want to talk about school” you say with a groan, and you stumble a little as you roll your eyes in annoyance, the alcohol slowly catching up with you. 

james is quick to grab at you, hands holding firmly on to your arms. “y’alright there?” 

you hum as your eyes close again, hands coming to pinch playfully at his cheeks. “dance with me” before he can answer, you place a chaste kiss on his lips and turn your back to him, grabbing at his hands and placing them around you to meet across your stomach. your movements are slow as you lean back on him, head rolling on to his shoulder as your ass grinds against his hardening cock. 

“darling, we shouldn't—”

you groan again, this time turning around to look at him with narrowed eyes. “never stopped you before, has it?” you huff, and the action makes the strand of hair on your face lift with the exhale “you can’t fuck me and then decide I'm a stupid kid”

you move to walk away but he’s quick to grip at your arm and pull you back to him. his free hand grips at your jaw, angling your face so you’re forced to look up at him “I was saying, we shouldn't do this here. my car’s outside” 

you hold his gaze, assessing whether there’s honesty in his words. in the end you believe him, but still turn around and press your ass back against him “no”

"no?”

“I've discovered a lot of things about myself this last year. one of them is that I like being fucked in public places” you look over your shoulder at his stunned face. your hand grips his and brings it between your legs. “are you gonna fuck me, james?”

any other time, he would be dragging you out of the bar and into his car where he’d fuck some manners into you, spanking your ass raw until it hurts to sit for a week. and that’s certainly not completely out of the question for tonight, but he can’t deny that his dick twitched in his pants at the thought of taking you on the dark dance floor. 

his fingers trail up your skirt, pinching at your inner thigh before ghosting over the wet spot on your panties. he huffs out a laugh into your neck before bypassing the fabric and swiping a digit between your folds. his skilled fingers know exactly what to do, teasing and pinching and fucking into you until you’re doubling over, but he’s always there to catch you. always there to keep your body straight when your knees buckle. the hand wrapped around your torso pinches at your nipples through your shirt, pulling at them until you're mewling.

a part of him sees red at the thought of other men seeing you like this, but another part of him, a darker more possessive part, gets even harder at the thought of showing everyone exactly who you belong to.

soon enough he can feel you clenching around his fingers, and he knows you’re on the very precipice of your orgasm. your hands are aimless as they search for something to hold on to, his arm, his thigh, the back of his neck. and then you’re coming, right there on the dance floor, creaming and gushing on his fingers while he helps you ride it out.

as you struggle to catch your breath, you watch with hooded eyes as he brings his fingers to his mouth, lapping up your release until his digits are squeaky clean. “still taste as sweet as I remember, sweetheart”

he tips your head back and kisses you fully, tongue melding with your own, giving you a taste of yourself that sends your mind reeling. when he pulls away, you rest your forehead against his chest, your own chest heaving with a deep breath while he rubs soothingly at the back of your neck. “m’not done with you yet, angel. let’s go get my car”

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it’s done. finally.