#(/but feel free to tell me more about how this man ISN'T sexy.)

[f1nalboys]

Could you do a Billy Loomis x Stu Macher x Reader oneshot that's just super kinky I'm just fienin for some billy and stu smut 🙏

MY RETURN TO POLY GHOSTFACEEEEEEEE!!!! anon thank u very much for this request (and dont worry, i got the other one!!!) and i super duper hope u like it!!! it did make me realize i havent written a praise focused fic in FOREVER so sorry if im a little rusty D:

Poly!Ghostface x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1132

WARNINGS: nsfw, hair pulling, praise, creampie, begging, reader isn't gendered but does get called pretty and beautiful, billy likes to watch <3, established relationship, kinda proofread

Billy and Stu knew how to make you tick in every way. Stu was great at aggravating you just enough to get you to pay attention to him, easily earning your affection back in just a few words. Billy could break you down, build you up, and do it over and over again until it made your head swim. Being with them meant you were on edge, always waiting for the other shoe to drop.

But then there were times, like now, where you didn’t have to worry about anything other than cumming.

“There you go, baby,” Stu’s voice is muffled despite him being right behind you, his lips at your ear, his breath hot against your sweaty skin. He’s moving so slowly, cock pushing deep inside you and dragging out at an agonizing pace. You want to yell at him, tell him to move faster, go harder, something, but the only thing that comes out is a weak whine. He laughs and you feel it vibrate against your back. “Aw, sweet little thing is tryin’ to tell us something, Billy.”

Your eyes open and you do your best to blink away the haze. Billy is in front of you on the bed, his hand slowly stroking his cock as he watches Stu fuck you. Your hands are on Stu’s knees, your own legs bent uncomfortably backwards so you were sitting in his lap. “You gotta use your words, Y/N.” Billy says smoothly, tilting his head, voice smug. “You want him to stop?”

“No!” You say quickly, nails digging into Stu’s skin, your eyes widening enough to earn a laugh from Billy. Your voice is hoarse, raw from your constant babbles of pleasure over the last hour. “More,” you say, wiggling your hips slightly, your head tilting forwards as a sharp gasp rips through you. “Please, need it.” Billy watches with a pleased smirk as you begin to take over for Stu, using your hands on his knees as leverage to push yourself up and down, sinking down onto his cock.

Stu groans at the feeling, his hips flexing slightly. “Fuck, Billy, man… they’re so fuckin’ tight.” His hands rest on your hips, mouth agape as he pants, watching his cock disappear inside you. “So sexy like this, so fucked out, aren’t you, baby?” He asks, his usual laugh cut off by a moan. “Y/N?” You don’t answer. Your eyes are closed, your breaths coming quick, focused solely on the building pleasure in your gut. You barely even register the bed shifting before you feel thick fingers tangle into your hair, tugging your head back up roughly. 

“Hey,” Billy says sharply, fingers still tugging at your hair. Your eyes are open now, head bent back enough to force you to look him in the eyes, and he watches you with a pleased grin. “Stu asked you a question. You better answer unless you want him to stop. And you don’t want that, do you?” He tsks, shaking his head mockingly, his free hand leaving his cock to touch you between your legs. You gasp sharply, tightening around Stu, causing him to dig into your hips to push you down onto his cock even more. Billy’s gaze is unwavering. “Feels like you don’t want that.”

“Way they’re tightening around me, fuck, they better not want me to stop. Not even sure I could pull out.” Stu teases, placing sloppy kisses against your jaw and down your neck to your shoulder. Your head was beginning to throb from where Billy was still gripping your hair but the thought of him letting go, replacing the pain and his fingers with a dull thud, seemed unbearable. “Too tight, you know that, Y/N? Too fuckin’ pretty, too. Fuck, I love you like this, you know that? So sweet.” 

“You’re gettin’ ‘em excited, Stu,” Billy grins, his hand moving in tangent with Stu’s thrusts. “Baby, you better tell Stu you don’t want him to stop or you won’t get to cum.” Billy’s voice is soft and he’s leaning in, pressing his forehead against yours. His cock is aching, untouched, but you know better than to do so without his go ahead. “C’mon, baby, you can do it. Beg Stu not to pull out so you can cum. God, you’re fucking perfect, you know that? I mean, shit, Stu; you ever met someone like ‘em? So perfect?” Stu answers with a grunt and a quick shake of his head, going harder. Billy hisses as his cock twitches. “Fuck, you can touch me after you cum, baby, doesn’t that sound nice?”

“Yes-”

“Always trying to get your hand on my dick,” Billy grins, his hand speeding up, the pleasure building in your stomach tripling in less than a second. “So fuckin’ cute, so dirty, aren’t you? Sexy fuckin’ thing, God, c’mon, start begging so we can reward you.” 

Billy almost sounds desperate, his voice softer than you’ve ever heard it before, and his grip in your hair loosens as he kisses you. Stu’s pace increases, barely pulling you up off his cock before slamming up into you. He’s grunting with the force but he’s holding back and you can tell; he’s waiting for you to beg. 

“Please, fuck, please don’t stop,” you cry out inbetween messy kisses, your face growing hot as your stomach tightens. “F-fuck, I wanna cum, I swear, please let me cum! I need it, I need to touch you,” you say to Billy and he nips at your bottom lip, pleased, “And I need you to cum in me. Please!” You cry, tears burning at your eyes from holding onto the edge of your orgasm. You watch as Billy’s eyes flick back towards Stu, darkening slightly, before he meets your eyes again and nods. 

You cum hard, vision growing blurry at the edges as you let out a strangled cry. Billy and Stu don’t stop their movements, working together to make your orgasm last as long as it could. “H-holy fuck!” Stu grunts, your tight hole finally sending him over the edge. He cums, wrapping his arms around your waist and keeping you seated fully on his cock. “So fuckin’ perfect, there you go… take every drop, baby…” he coos softly, head resting on your shoulder as his hips flex, pumping everything he could into you. You let out a shaky breath, a weak hand pushing at Billy’s. He listens for once, grinning at how out of it you seem, and he dips his head towards you to give you a few kisses. “Happy anniversary, baby,” Billy whispers, brushing his nose along your cheek. You grin, worn out but pleased, your hand moving to rub against Billy’s cock. He sucks in a breath, looking down at his lap, before grinning. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 [+ 𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥] 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ includes: dean, sam, castiel, and gabriel

↳ warnings: none

↳ song: dance macabre—ghost

masterlist | commissions | carrd

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧

• When Dean first meets you in the middle of bumfuck nowhere on a hunt, he's not surprised that you know his name

• Afterall, he has brought on the apocalypse more than once, and the hunter community isn't exactly known for its ability for people to keep their mouths shut

• What does surprise him, though, is your knowledge on him as a person

• It's nothing creepy— the thought of someone knowing all about him in that way brings him back to where he first met Becky through Chuck, and the thought makes him shudder —but just enough to where it's obvious you've done some digging and people reading of your own

• "Brought back some pie with dinner; didn't know what you wanted so I got apple."

• "Careful handling this case, it's got some nasty demons. We don't want you diving head first into hell. Again."

• "No no, don't use that. It didn't work on that shape-shifter you ganked last year in Massachusetts, so it won't work on this one. Throw it out." You eventually say one night while looking in Baby's trunk for some ammo, and Dean finally turns to face you

• "How did you know that? How do you know any of these things?" He clears his throat, squinting. You shrug with a barely there smile

• "Who do you think cleans up your messes when you're done, Dean? And what can I say. Word gets around."

• It's a simple case of Dean's reputation preceding him. Although, as you discover, there's a lot more to the Winchester than just his precious car, a strange love for greasy food, and his ability to fight off a demon with his bare hands

• "You sure you aren't obsessed with me? Because its totally fine if you're obsessed. I mean, look at me." Dean asks you at one point while gesturing down at himself. He's leaning on his car door in what he probably thought was a sexy manner, watching as you lugged some equipment out to the vehicle. You manage to press your lips together just in time to hide your amused grin

• "Keep dreaming, man." You shake your head. "There's a difference between reading up on people, and stalking them."

• "So you admit it?" He grins misheviously, pushing himself off Baby. "That you've spent your spare time thinking about me?"

• "Sure. And those witnesses never mentioned you'd be this insufferable." You scoff light heartedly, even though thats exactly what some of them said, and leave it at that. But for the rest of the hunt Dean can't stop elbowing you in the ribs to make a playful remark; something that, strangely, you don't find yourself minding

𝐒𝐚𝐦

• Unlike his brother, Sam takes the information that you practically already knew him with a bit of embarrassment

• Sure, he had been (or was supposed to be) Lucifer's vessel, and sure he also had a habit of being at the center of everything world ending, but he never really conciders him anyone other than a hunter that just happens to get the worst cases

• So when you just offhandedly started dropping these facts about him, he's a little off put

• "How'd you know that?"

• "You're literally one of the most infamous hunters to ever exist, Sam. You tangle with angels. Most of us only ever get to meet a werewolf or two before a friend is organizing our funeral the week after."

• "Oh. Right"

• Gets a little curious after a while as to what you exactly know. It's not like he keeps a journal about his feelings that the public can read, and that this point he's just praying you haven't discovered Chuck's Supernatural series, so he'd probably ask you all of what you know and why you know it

• "So you're telling me you've done research on our hunting styles—" Sam asks you while leaning forward. You nod, so he continues. "—and all the people we've ever pissed off?"

• "Call it too much free time, which I certainly don't have enough of these days, but I knew if I ever ran into you two knuckle heads, and I knew it would happen eventually whether I wanted it to or not, then I would need to be prepared." You dragged a hand down your face and exhaled for a moment. "That meant making a checklist of every vamp, demon, or god you've ever had out for your head. And trust me, it's a lot."

• He's silent for a moment after you finish, but it doesn't take long for him to pipe up again

• "Can I see it?"

• Safe to say, after seeing the list, Sam started to rethink some of his past decisions

• "Seriously, how are we not dead yet??"

• "Buddy, I have no idea."

𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐥

• He does not understand why you seem to know so much about him. Not only as a person, but as an angel

• Castiel is used to the Winchester's asking questions. The first year of knowing them was filled with 'How Did You Do That''s and 'Can You Do This''s. He'd answer all of them, even if he found their questions to be on a kindergarten level most of the time, until eventually they had no more to ask

• You hadn't been like that. Castiel doesn't think he could ever recall you asking him things unless they were about hunts or special circumstances, like the time Sam lost his soul. Hell, you seemed to know more about him than some angels knew about themselves

• Grace knowledge, wing anatomy, biblical lore—you name it and Castiel's probably heard it come out of your mouth at some point

• He gets around to asking you about it one day, albeit very bluntly

• "You don't ask questions." Castiels voice sounds from behind you. You don't even bother to turn around; you heard his wings flutter the moment before he dropped in

• "What do you mean Cas?" You sucked some air between your teeth as you scribbled away at the papers before you. It was something Sam had asked you to follow up on, and you'd been at it for a hot minute now. Hopefully you could make this conversation quick so you could get back to it

• "About angels." A beat of silence. "About me."

• This time you do turn around in your seat to look at him. He's already studying you with that silent squint, and you resist the urge to mirror it

• "Why would I ask questions I already know the answers to?" You parry. The case papers lay on the table, forgotten by now. Your response gets you a rare, but endearing, Cas head tilt

• Upon further questioning, he finds out you'd spent a lot of your early hunting years doing nothing but reading up on anything remotely supernatural. Even calling them 'hunting years' was a stretch. You were more like a crazed researcher that never left the library than a hunter, even resorting to keep mountains upon mountains of notes on ancient lore stored away in the margins of dusty books

• "That's certainly explains why you weren't surprised when we met for the first time and I healed you." Cas's low voice drawled slowly after you gave him a moment to interject. "Or how you knew the symbol for sending us back to heaven before Dean or Sam ever did."

• "Like I said." You smiled to yourself, and Castiel got the feeling he was missing a part of the joke. "Lots of reading."

𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥

• Do not bring up that you used to have an angel phase back in college. Under no circumstances should you reveal that. He will never let you live it down

• Especially if he finds out you used to study artwork and literature about him specifically

• It's all over the moment he finds your old school books. They're stuffed full of old crinkled pages with his name thrown in there. Of course, this was way back when the idea of angels being real was laughable to you and you still had dreams of graduating college, but that doesn't change to fact that the notes are there, and that Gabriel found them

• "Wait wait wait listen to this—" An old binder is clutched in the hands of a very amused and very heavenly being as he paces around your spot at a table. His eyes are skimming the pages as a speed quicker than light, and Gabriel's shit eating smile grows as he continues to read

• "The archangel Gabriel isn't depicted as much as his brothers Micheal or Lucifer in classic literature, but when he is, it is often as a symbol of great power and beauty—"

• "I'm going to kill you." You cut him off and groan with hot cheeks. Your hands had come up to cover your face a while ago in an attempt to keep what little dignity you had, but something told you it wasn't working

• "Glad to know you think I'm beautiful, sweet cheeks." Was all Gabriel said. You could hear the teasing lit in his voice. Sure enough, when you looked up to glare at him, he was already looking at you and wiggling his brows suggestively. It took you a total to three seconds to throw the closest thing at his head

• "Hey hey! Watch the beautiful goods!" He laughed while dodging a pencil. It his his chest anyway and bounced to the ground with a dull thud

• "Gabriel." Your tone was downright murderous

• "Okay, okay! I'll stop!"

• He does, in fact, not stop. Someone restrain him for the love of Chuck, for he is getting way too much enjoyment out of poking fun at you

• You're gonna have to avoid him for the next few weeks after that if you want to keep your embarassment levels to a minimum. No other way around it

• Let's just hope he never realizes you had to spend time in art class analyzing renaissance paintings of him in the nude. Now that would be the conversation to end all conversations

• "Heyyy, you never told me you had an art folder—"

• Oh shit.

[icarusredwings]

Getting deep into the x men fandom means seeing ships I don't agree with, so I don't interact, seeing posts that mischaraterizes one of the deepest charaters possible, so I don't interact, Seeing people actively say things that are blatantly wrong, so I don't interact.

Getting a large following is also kind of frustrating (Im not complaining I love you guys!) But I've had to block 2 people already today because they keep leaving rude replies to my comments on OTHER peoples posts or purposly come to my blog to tell me that how I view a charater is wrong. Had someone tell me that the stuff that happens in MY au is dumb because "that would never happen" like yeah bud. The writers at Marvel are too much of cowards for it to happen, hence why i'm here.

So my thing is... if im chosing not to interact with all of this- why is it still on my feed?

I feel like the more I ignore it the more I see and I do not wish to be the type to block someone simply because they make one post about a ship that personally isn't my cup of tea.

Also- I think Im starting to see the different sides of extremes, especially when it comes to one specifc charater.

Logan.

I have seen dozens of lovely stories, lovely rants, lovely head canons about this man-

But something that feels weird (to me at least) is people who are 45+ yelling at people who aren't even 18 that their story/headcanons are trash because they've "been enjoying Logan for 40+ years" as if this gives them any right to tell a 17 year old that they shouldnt write a charater how they see them.

It's also weird to me that there seems to be two sides.

Logan IS an animal and that's perfectly okay.

Or

Logan ISN'T an animal, and everyone who headcanons him as animalistic is fetishizing his mutation and are insulting him.

I get not liking a certain trope, but sir, that person is young enough to be your child. You have to accept that we all grew up with different versions of each charater. I Personally didn't grow up with any and get the luxury of indulging in all sorts of media all at once- therefore getting to see him from multiple sides and pictures.

I completely understand if you grew up with the original series and are upset to see that kids are headcanoning your stone cold angst biker man as wearing bow clips and 'making biscuits' on a pillow while watching gilmore girl with his boyfriend, and wearing pink fluffy hello kitty pants and a tight shirt that says "Milk"

I completely understand if you grew up with the movies and see him as a sexy gruff hot buff man and you love to write lots and lots of steamy x reader about him.

I completely understand if you LIKE logan wearing hello kitty pants and don't agree with the idea of him being a dark edgelord, lone wolf charater.

Do you know what I don't understand? Fighting over a charater when different timelines have been canon since the 80s. The Time Variance Authority (TVA) first appeared in Thor #372 (October 1986) which means ALL of your logans are the correct logan. Just not all the same.

Do I think Wolverine Orgins Logan would wear pink hello kitty pants? Nah.

Do I know that Deadpool and wolverine Logan is a whole different universe then Orgins Logan? Yes.

That's why people tag different logans and different aus. So what is all the fuss about?? What happened to the more the merrier?

Theres so many different versions of comic book logan, too, so don't even go there.

Feel free to ask my personal opinions but as far as I stand I could never be foolish enough to seriously go into someone elses post and genuinely be upset at them for how they perceive a charater. I get second hand embaressment when ever I see ANYONE doing it.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk. I don't care if I lose followers for this. Let the door hit you on the way out. There aint no reason to be harrassing folks.

[hyunnieshannie]

SKZ: In Bed

A shit show of a conversation was started in my writers club discord (Feel free to join!) with @maeleelee & @d4vekat-otp so here are my unhinged thoughts about how SKZ are in bed:

CHAN: SUB / SWITCH (SUB LEANING)

-He has so much control right now, even if it may not seem like it sometimes he just needs someone else to take control.

-Needs to be loved on and pampered, he's tired of taking care of his 7 kids all day

-Would love just being told what to do

-Seriously just tell him what to do, let him turn his brain off for once.

-SO SO SO in love with a calm, sweet, after care ritual:

- cuddling,

- kisses,

-a bath,

-snackies,

-hot chocolate,

- just be gentle with him after <3

MINHO: SOFT DOM

-Everyone imagines Lino as a hard dom. me included. based on his looks and demeanor but what if we based it off how he looks at Jisung?

-Suddenly the man is softer than SoonDoonDori

-Consent is sexy KING: asks if you're okay with everything he does

-SO SO SO passionate

-Gentle unless asked not to be

-Will bring the cats in after sex to let you cuddle up to them because he loves seeing his four babies all together.

-"want me to make you a snack?"

-SO MANY KISSES

-TIGHT cuddles, man will literally NOT let you go

-Would check in to make sure you're not hurt anywhere if he got 'too rough'

-Gives you his hoodie and sweats to sleep in

-HELPS YOU change into everything because "I'm changing the saying from No one helps you once you're fucked." (he's a lil dumb sometimes, he's doing his best okay?)

CHANGBIN: SWITCH (Depending on the day)

-Loves a good rough fuck

-but GOD WOULD HE LOVE being taken care of.

-Either manhandles you with his thicc muscles

- or pouts for you to be gentle with him

-IMMACULATE aftercare (HAVE YOU SEEN HOW SWEET HE IS WITH HIS MOM AND SISTER? HE WAS RAISED RIGHT AND KNOWS HOW TO TREAT A WOMAN)

-Massages!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-Bubble Baths <3

-Would CARRY you to the bath <3 (Even if you can still walk. he WILL carry you)

-HE PREPARES!!! Whether he assumes he's gonna get some, or not, hes ALWAYS prepared for what you'll need after just in case! (Like water and snacks, or advil) (he do get a little sleepy after sex please cuddle him)

-PRAISES THE FUCK OUT OF HIS PARTNER 100% SO SO SWEET. "You're doing so good," "You take me so well" JKBDSFJKBVSFKJBGSKJDFVBG

HYUNJIN: SERVICE TOP / SOFT DOM

-Soft boy, Shy when people compliment his looks BUT

-Behind closed doors, he KNOWS. He KNOWS hes hot. and uses it against you

-He's a slut (lovingly)

-LOVES roleplay LOVES being a character so he can forget he was shy earlier about receiving a compliment

-PRAISES YOU "you're so perfect." | "More beautiful than any art piece in any museum" | "Made just for me,"

-SENSUAL ASF

-He wants to be in control, but doesn't want to hurt you ever, only wants to make you feel good

-Will sketch you naked while you look fucked out (paint me like one of your french girls)

-The Most EXTREME Aftercare (it's such a long process)

-Will not let you lift a single finger, while he massages you, helps you bathe, puts lotion on you, gives you a face mask, changes you, and ultimately puts you to bed

-KISSES ALL OVER YOUR FACE before you fall asleep <3

JISUNG: SOFT DOM

-STOP DOING HANJI WRONG AND CALLING HIM BITCHLESS, WHO ARE WE KIDDING? HES NOT BITCHLESS AND WE ALL KNOW IT

-BIAS WRECKS EVERYONE EVERY SINGLE CB? EVEN IF JISUNG ISN'T YOUR BIAS... HE'S STILL YOUR BIAS.

-JISUNG MAY BE SHY BUT HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING.

-LOVES EDGING. (Ignores us on bubble forever, knows we want him, knows EXACTLY when to drop content, and leave us begging him for more)

-HEAD GAME STRONG. PROVE ME WRONG RN.

-LOVES watching you beg for him. "I don't think you deserve it though-"

-WHORE (lovingly)

-WOULD SEXT YOU WHILE EITHER ONE OF YOU IS IN AN IMPORTANT MEETING "How bad do you want me right now?"

-AFTER CARE INCLUDES CUDDLES AND ANIME

-LIKE SO MUCH ANIME (FOKN WEEB)

-Showers TOGETHER. you're not allowed to go in there alone wtf??

FELIX: HARD DOM. / BRAT TAMER

-WHY EVERYONE THINK HES A SUB??

-HATES being seen as a pretty, fragile, princess

-NEEDS to take out his frustrations but what BETTER way than to show his partner whos in charge (Spoiler: It's Him.)

-The type to fuck you against the wall

-Seriously. He wants to pick you up and fuck you against any flat surface he can find- especially- when you piss him off.

-Leaves SO MANY marks on you. "Everyone needs to know who you belong to."

-LOVES face fucking. L O V E S it

-PRAISES YOU (if you deserve it) "Just like that, you're doing so good"

-IF YOU DONT DESERVE IT THO: "Stupid little whore, forgot whos in charge again huh?" (NOT HAPPY. STILL SO HOT OF HIM THO)

-SWEET BABY DURING AFTERCARE, WHOLE 180 CHANGE, "Baby what do you need?" "are you ok my love?" "Thank you for letting me get my anger out..." SO SO SO SO SO SOFT

SEUNGMIN: HARD DOM. FULL ON SADIST.

-Man isn't just a dom. He's a mother fucking SADIST

-Teases you until you cry

-LOVES making you angry/frustrated

-LOVES watching you fight back (like the brat you are)

-LOVES it more to see you lose the fight (Source: Trust me bro)

-TOYS TOYS TOYS.

-LOVES Using toys to overstimulate you.

-THE TYPE TO DO GUIDED MASTRUBATION

-LOVES the power he has over you!!!!!!!!!

-DENIAL. DENIAL. DENIAL. THIS IS BEYOND EDGING. ONE WRONG MOVE AND HE WILL DENY YOU AT LEAST 7 TIMES.

-JEALOUS FUCKING. "so you wanna act up in front of other guys? REMEMBER who fucking OWNS you."

-AFTERCARE IS SO NICE WITH HIM THO. HES A TOTAL PUPPY. Following you around to make sure you're okay, like a dog with its tail between its legs he needs lots of attention, cuddles and kisses. He loves you SO Much, he can't help his jealousy issues...

JEONGIN: HARD DOM

-DOESNT want to be Baby bread. HES SAID IT. (he wants to be Daddy Toast fr)

-Hes SO innocent looking? RED FLAG. HES 100% A WHORE (Lovingly)

-LOVES using his hands and his tongue

-Will over stimulate you with them before he even THINKS of fucking you

-When he DOES fuck you, the grip he has on your body will leave bruises on you for a week

-WOULD MARK YOU SO MUCH

-Wants YOU to mark him in forms of hickeys or scratches

-CHOKING - HAVE YOU SEEN HIS HANDS???????????? (Chanting: BREATH PLAY, BREATH PLAY, BREATH PLAY yeah. Im part of the breath play cult...)

-ALL THE KINKS, HES A FUCKING F R E A K "You see me as a baby? I'm about to prove you wrong little fox."

-WANTS YOU TO WEAR A FUCKING COLLAR WITH HIS NAME ON THE TAG. "You're mine. don't fucking forget it."

-SUCH A BABY DURING AFTERCARE. WANTS CUDDLES, WOULD NUZZLE INTO YOU, BABY FOX IS VERY SHY AFTER LETTING OUT HIS DOM SIDE ON YOU.

Tags @chanlixiiee @amalieworldidk @jaebaebaegot7 @maeleelee @iadorethemskz @maenijw @hangin-out-with-the-street-rats @jinniespuppy @painstakingly-juno @lethallyprotected @elizalabs3 @jisungsbff01 @seungminslittlepup

[lokisprettygirl]

Close Ties (Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Modern AU) (Non canon) (18+)

Chapter 1

Summary: A decade after he disappeared so suddenly from your life, you reunite with the man who you used to address as Uncle..lovingly.

Warning: 18+, dad's best friend trope, canon (we don't know her), familial uncle niece sort of relationship but he's not really her uncle, there will be smut later, significant age gap but reader is in her mid twenties, mention of infidelity, divorce

"Honey you remember your uncle Daemon right?"

Your eyes perked up as you heard your mother's voice.

"Ofcourse, what happened?" You asked her as you turned around to look at her, you were getting ready for your parents 25th anniversary party when your mom thought this would be the right time to mention his name. Ofcourse you remembered him, you'd never forget him.

"Oh nothing, your daddy was able to convince him to come, we are going to see him at the party, isn't that exciting? It's been ages.. hopefully those two will make it up finally" she said cheerfully and for a moment you felt dizzy. You never thought you'd ever hear about him again let alone see him..

"Oh my gosh, is this uncle daemon the same uncle daemon? The hot guy in your old family pictures?" Your best friend Cassandra whispered in your ear so you looked at her, she was a beautiful blond and bit of a slut which you didn't mind, you both had been friends since college even though at times you felt envious of her, it was only natural, she was everything you were not.

"Yuppp…that Daemon" you sighed deeply as you began to feel jittery. You hadn't heard from him, of him or seen him for over a decade, something happened between him and your father, you just didn't know the truth, you didn't know why their friendship had ended so suddenly that not only Daemon had cut ties with your family but also moved to the states with his wife Stella.

"Ohhh he just got divorced so don't mention it" your mum said to you.

Oh well, shit happens right?

After fidgeting in the room you collected yourself and made your way downstairs to join the celebration.

Your eyes immediately met with Daemon as you stepped down the stairs, for a moment there was a look of unfamiliarity in his eyes, you felt as if he was checking you out or maybe that was just wishful thinking on your part. He looked good, so good, as good as you remembered and definitely good for his age, if you didn't know he was almost 43 now you wouldn't have been able to tell really.

He had a maroon jacket on with loose tee underneath, a cross chain on his neck, his hair was a fluffy mop of blonde loose soft curls on his head just like you remembered, his shoes shined so bright you wondered if one could see their face on them and damn you wanted to see your face on them.

You didn't want to act as if you were ignoring him so you made your way to Daemon, he had retreated towards the bar and had his back turned towards you while he sipped on a neat whiskey.

"Uncle Daemon" he turned around his head to look at you and a smile graced his features,

"Y/n?" voice as rugged as you remembered,

"That's me"

He put his glass down and wrapped his one arm around your waist to give you a quick hug. He smelled divine.

"You grew up didn't ya?"

"Well it took ten years but I guess I did" he chuckled as you said that.

As you now stood near him you could see the signs of aging on his face, his skin still looked soft and blemish free but those lines on his forehead had gotten more intense with time, none of it stopped him from looking sexy as fuck though. How was this possible? You were just a kid back then with a stupid crush, a crush that you knew has possibly ended as he had disappeared from your lives then how come you felt so awestruck as you stood so close to him after so long?

"How have you been?" You asked him as you sat down next to him, his mouth curved into a smile

"Fine..how are you?"

"I'm okay..So you're here just for the party?" You asked him so he shrugged in response.

"Not really, I'm joining that anniversary trip thingy unless you want me to leave of course" he joked

You were surprised to hear that, you hadn't heard from him in ten years and now your dad had him join the family trip, what had even transpired between them?

"Mmmm you can come" he chuckled as you said that,

"How old are you now if you don't mind me asking?" He turned to you as he questioned,

"Do you not remember how old I was when you ummm vanished?" he chuckled again but this one was more from nervousness rather than amusement.

"Twelve?" He asked you, making you shake your head in response.

"Fifteen"

"I'm just messing with you, of course I remember"

"Mmmm.. I'm really Sorry about your divorce"

You weren't really sorry though.

The smile on his face faded as you mentioned it but he composed himself almost immediately.

"Good riddance, should have ended it a long fucking time ago..Christ i can swear in front of you now right?" You chuckled as he said that,

"Absofuckinglutely"

"Hey there now!! You're still not allowed to say those bad words missy" you rolled your eyes playfully at the comment "What's going on in your life anyways?"

"Not much uncle, just got my heart broken so I'm gonna spend the night nursing it" he winced as you said that.

"Tch tch who's the unlucky fella "

"Dylan, we were in college together "

"What did he do?"

"Just the good old infidelity you know"

Well it wasn't just that but you weren't ready to dump all your problems on him just yet or ever really.

"Did you love him?" He asked you,

"I liked him enough to be with him"

"Well..here then" he passed you his drink so you took a sip from it.

Bold of him to assume the gesture wouldn't make you giggle like a schoolgirl.

"For the broken ones" he cheered to youz making you smile in response

"You two met already I see" your father approached you two so you stepped down from the stool and hugged him, you hadn't seen him all day. He was a very busy man.

"You do remember him right sweetheart?"

"Of course, how could I ever forget?"

Daemon's brows raised as you said that. You have turned into a fine young woman, he couldn't deny that, perhaps if he was a mere stranger to you he'd have accepted the fact that he found you attractive but he wasn't, he had known you since you were just a kid and he wasn't going to cross that line. However he wasn't entirely sure about your intentions at the moment, the way you looked at him didn't seem so innocent or maybe he was overthinking.

You stepped away from him to not come across as desperate or give yourself away, you really thought you just had a stupid crush on an older man when you were just a teen but seeing him after so long had made you feel something again and you had no idea how to feel about it.

If he was just another man maybe you could have entertained this but he wasn't, he was the man who was more of a uncle to you then your own uncle had ever been and he was almost two decades older than you which almost seemed blasphemous.

"Damnn he's still hot huhh" Cassandra said to you, making you snap out of your thoughts.

"Shut Up he's old enough to be your dad, Cassie" she chuckled as you said that.

"He's just eighteen years older than us..besides what eighteen years olds have babies..ohhh wait your parents did" She joked so you gave her a tight lipped smile.

That's right, your parents were barely adults when they had conceived you, they were your typical high school sweethearts and got carried away one night but both of them loved each other so deeply that they knew they wanted to be with each other no matter what. They got married before your birth, however your father couldn't get his college degree until he had turned twenty five, and that's where he had met Daemon, even though your father was just a tiny bit older than Daemon there was an instant connection between them and that friendship had only bloomed with time.

You were just twelve when you had returned from the boarding school and that's when you had met him officially for the first time. His curly hair and a certain boyish charm made you see him differently, you never had a crush on a boy your age or anyone really before you saw him, maybe you just really liked how old and mature he was than you.

"Relax, it's not like I'm planning to marry him..I just want a one night stand, maybe two, please tell me he's coming with us to Bali" you sighed as she said that. You didn't want your best friend to get involved with him but did you really have a say in it?

"He is"

Your eyes met with Daemon so you looked away, after the party you went into your room and changed into a night dress, as you stepped downstairs in pretense of going into the kitchen to grab a water bottle you saw Daemon and your dad having a drink and smoke in the living room as they caught up with each other, he looked your way as he noticed your presence and gave you a small smile which immediately made you feel giddy again.

He was staying in the guest room so later that night you knocked on his door, you honestly didn't know why you were there but you just wanted to talk to him, as he opened the door he was a bit surprised but he smiled and invited you in,

"Umm I just wanted to ask if you're enjoying your stay"

You questioned him, he had his luggage opened on the bed,

"It's fine i guess.. how come you're still awake?"

"I sleep late"

"Mhmmm well i brought something for you, but for some reason I was still thinking of you as that fifteen year old girl"

He mumbled as he walked towards you to close the distance between and gave you a plushie.

"You thought I'd forever stay fifteen?" a giggle escaped your throat as you grabbed the plushie, ignoring the way his fingers brushed against yours and the spark you felt from the mere touch.

"Yeahh i wasn't expecting you to look like this now"

He crossed his arms as he spoke to you, did he just look at you from head to toe. God you hoped so. Wait no you didn't hope so. You can't do this.

You clutched onto the plushie and gave it a whiff, it smelled like him, that wasn't good, definitely not at all good for your health..

"It's okay I still accept plushies as gifts" you chuckled and it made him smile. There was a moment of silence between you two where you just stared at each other, he tried to not gawk at your bare legs and you tried to deny to yourself that you didn't have a crush on that tall, handsome, alluring man in front of you

"Well I'll see you tomorrow then ..uncle Daemon" you mumbled softly so he nodded.

"See you dearest Pixie"

He remembered. Oh god he remembered such a stupid thing.

The next morning, much to your dismay, Cassandra purposefully exchanged her seats on the flight to sit next to him, he looked even better today as he was in a loose fancy tracksuit and had sunglasses on, everytime you turned your head around to look at them, you saw her whispering something in his ears. Okay so you weren't the only one into older men it seems.

You would have taken your chance too if you were her, after all it's not her dad's best friend that she needed to worry about. For you however he was a forbidden fruit. A very juicy and delicious forbidden fruit.

As you all reached Bali there was a yacht waiting to take the group to the resort your dad had booked for the vacation, to you it seemed a bit frugal even though you had grown up in his riches.

You were the last one to board the yacht and much to your surprise Daemon was waiting there for you like the gentleman he had always been.

"Come princess" he mumbled as he put out his hand, the pet name though was uttered as a joke but it still made you feel flushed.

"Thank you good sir"

"Have you been here before? Bali i mean" He asked you

"Noo...you?" He sighed as you reverted his question.

"Once"

"Mmmm rich people am I right?"

"Says the one whose daddy owns the most luxurious hotels in all of UK"

"Well ..It's not really mine you know..i didn't make it or earned it..I'm barely a nine to five gal" he chuckled as you said that before he turned towards you and raised his glasses up to his head.

"You're his only daughter, when he dies, who do you think will inherit all of this?"

Okay, you had completely forgotten how cheeky he used to be.

"Stahp that's mean" you faked a gasp and it made him smile.

"It's just life Pixie" you nodded as you stared at his features. Gods he was pretty in a way that felt extraterrestrial sometimes.

"It's good to have you back..when you left I thought I'd never get to see you again" his brows raised as you mumbled that.

"Why did you want to see me again?" He enquired as he looked you right in the eyes and you froze, you didn't know what to say in response, your body trembled and his intense gaze made you feel flushed again.

Luckily for you, Cassandra intervened and took him away from you which for once you felt grateful for.

After that humiliating freezing incident you spent all day chilling in your room as you tried to not think of him. In the evening you built up the confidence again and put on a sexy summer dress to go to the beach party. Perhaps that will make him see you differently. You kept having these delusional wishes.

Daemon wasn't a man born yesterday so when your friend started to flirt with him excessively he knew she wanted him, your father approached Daemon as he noticed that as well and made a joke about how he was okay with it as long as it wasn't his own daughter. The joke didn't go well with Daemon considering their history together.

He wasn't just there to reconcile with his estranged best friend, he wanted to move back to London and he needed his help to do so and there was one other reason that he didn't want to think of. No, he hadn't forgotten their history but he came back with an open heart, he wasn't there to seek revenge, he really was keen on accepting your dad's effort for reconciliation.

All of those things were immediately shifted to the back of his mind when he saw you dancing with Cassandra, that was one thing he didn't see coming, not the dancing, you always danced, but the attraction he was starting to feel towards a girl he had been around since she was a kid, whenever he thought about your 12 year old self he felt disgusted with himself but that woman moving so sensually on the dance floor wasn't a child no more and he knew he needed to get a grip on this silly sexual attraction before things would turn messy again.

Besides he was still not over the divorce or his ex wife Stella, as much as liked to pretend he hated her now once he had loved her with all his heart, that's why he had stayed for ten years in that marriage. He stayed until his heart gave out on him..

He heard a click in front of his face and was snapped out of his thoughts, it was you. Ofcourse. Lord he hoped he wasn't staring right at you like a creep.

"Are you alright?" You asked him, your voice was tender, eyes seemed as if they held more than just mere curiosity. Maybe a bit of care.

"Yeahhh just..bored out of my mind, would rather stay home on a couch" You chuckled as he said that.

"Well i prefer that too"

Shouldn't have said that

You knew you shouldn't have said that as soon as you said it.

"That friend of yours..she's single?" He asked you and you felt your stomach drop almost instantly.

"Why? You won't fuck her if she's not?"

Okay maybe you have had a few drinks already. A smirk graced his features but when he spoke next he made sure to keep his voice firm as if he was speaking to a petulant child.

"Do not talk to me like that Pixie, swearing doesn't suit you"

"I'm sorry uncle" you mumbled meekly so he hummed in response before he turned away.

After that you watched him flirt back and forth with Cassandra and it only bothered you more and more with every drink you ingested. She was your best friend but you had never really told her how you actually felt about your sweet uncle, of course you didn't, it was a secret you wanted to take to your grave, so it wasn't not as if she was doing it on purpose, she just met a sexy middle aged man and wanted to jump his bones but what if it escalates? What if he'd fall in love again? Your own thoughts made you cringe viscerally.

You saw your mom and dad dancing arm in arm and it only made you feel even more lonely, you'd have brought Dylan with you if he wasn't such an asshole, that feeling coupled with whatever was going on with Daemon and Cassandra had already begun to make you feel sick.

"I'm going back to my room..have fun..but not too much" you chuckled to appear as if you didn't care at all so Cassandra gave you a look.

"Babe do you need me to come?" She asked you but her eyes were pleading you to say no.

"Noooo have fun..I'm alright i swear"

As you stumbled away from them, Daemon kept his eyes on you until you disappeared then he turned to Cassandra.

"She just got her heart broken..you should go be with her" he said to her so she smiled sweetly

"Awnnn you're really sweet, trust me I know her, when she wants to be alone she just wants to be alone"

He hummed as she said that but he knew you didn't like being alone, definitely not in moments like these.

"I'll be right back darling..don't go anywhere" he winked at her before he leaned into her to kiss her cheek. Then he made his way back to the resort, he knew he shouldn't have followed you, you weren't a kid anymore, you could take care of yourself, until yesterday he didn't even know whether you were alive or not so he shouldn't have cared this much for his once best friend's daughter but he did. For some reason he had always cared about you.

He caught up with you outside the elevator so he stood next to you,

"Are you going back to your room too?" You chuckled nervously after you questioned him. Why did he have to be so nice?

"Noo I'm just making sure you are okay..it's my job as your uhh friend isn't it? Always made sure you were okay"

Friend. He said friend. Not uncle. Friend.

You remembered his wedding day clearly as a day. He had found you crying your eyes out but you were just thirteen, a child, he just thought you had your usual teen troubles so he comforted you and didn't go to the altar until he had you all smiling. He really didn't have to, but he did. It was his wedding day , the best day of his life as he had so proudly announced at the reception so yeah he really didn't have to look for you but he did.

"Yeahhh you did..until you abandoned us all and moved to USA"

He registered the snark in your voice but he ignored it, he didn't really think it still bothered you. As you reached the room you immediately beelined to the bathroom because you could feel it coming.

"Don't follow me please"

You said to him so he smiled and followed you instead, as you hurled your guts out he held your hair back and even in your drunken mess state you felt aroused by the way his other hand was running on your back. Just great you thought, the man you always had a crush on had returned after years and he was witnessing you at your worst already.

Once you were done he helped you get up and made you stand against the sink as he turned the tap on,

"Wash your mouth" he told you so you rolled you eyes but followed his command. He ran a washcloth under the warm water and began to wipe your face gently, you couldn't help but look up, there was a soft expression on his face that you hadn't seen in years, his brows were scrunched and lips pursed as he concentrated on wiping your face to remove the makeup..

"Very thoughtful of you to do this" he smiled as you said that.

"No worries..used to do it for ..never mind"

You couldn't help but wonder how sweet and loving he must have been with his wife, you saw it in his eyes, he loved her, truly, deeply, completely then why weren't they together anymore?

Before your thoughts could spiral or you can do something even worse than just harboring a harmless crush on your dad's best friend he dragged you to the bedroom and made you sit down on the bed,

"Drink this" he shoved a glass of water in your hands before he grabbed the trash can and placed it right next to your bed in case you'd need it in the middle of the night

"Thanks" you mumbled before you laid down on the bed so he hummed in response.

"Don't go anywhere alright, stay in bed and get to sleep.. goodnight" he said to you and he was hoping for a response but he only heard you grumbling. However as he was about to step out he heard your voice again so he turned around to look at you

"Family"

"What?" He asked you so you turned your head towards him,

"I wanted to see you again, wanted you to come back because you always said we were family..then why did you leave me..us like that?"

His eyes teared up too as he heard your voice sounding so sad, he would never tell you why he had to leave or why he couldn't stay here. He couldn't. For your own good he would never tell you the truth.

"Y/n .. I --"

You cut him off before he could say anything. You knew you should have shut your mouth right there, you knew that but you didn't, the state you were in at the moment aided you in making the worst mistake of your life.

"You had always been more than just family to me..more than just an uncle"

Now what the heck did you even mean?

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Nichya, your post about the way Zutarians view Katara struck a huge chord in me. 1 month ago, I was a naive multishipper who had just finished ATLA and was looking for good fics to read. Went on A03 and saw there were a lot of Zutara fics, sorted them out by kudos to see what the 10 most top-rated fics were. Katara is my favourite character, so I was really excited to see her post-canon life.

And. Oh, man. The experience was so fucking weird. I expected a lot of happy Katara fics, because canonically she IS really happy -the war is over, her family is reunited, her best friends Aang and Toph are alive, she can go home now to rebuild her tribe. That's NOT what I got.

The top-rated one was about how invisible and marginalised she felt being Aang's gf, and how she escaped it to be a world changing politician...in the fire nation??? When canonically Aang supported every one of her ambitions and all she wanted to do is restore her tribe?? Don't get me started on how the fic had Sokka, Toph, even Gran Gran all villanised Aang and blamed him for Katara's oppression.

Another one was a typical forced-marriage with Zuko because of duty?? And she and Zuko had children and her kids found 12 year old Aang??? Not even going to touch that one.

The 3rd was that Zuko pointed out to Katara how she fussed and looked after Aang as a mom or older sister, and Katara agreed she "coddled him". (did they miss the part when Miss Katara was a trouble-maker and Aang had to save her everytime?? And she canonically thought of Aang as the leader in the group???)

Another one was how Kataang had broken up, but Aang was still waiting for her and "hoped to marry her one day" and she was so indignant she fell into Zuko's sexy arms. (I literally laughed out loud at this, because canonically Katara was incredibly jealous of Aang's fangirls from S1 and Aang never gave af about Jet)

One incredibly gross one when Katara marries Aang out of duty because "she cannot break his heart" but always loved Zuko. KATARA. The girl who was ready to abandon her tribe to learn waterbending in ep.1!

And 2 more forced marriages, one where Katara is Zuko's captive and pawn of war, and they have sex literally when she's still a prisoner of HIM.

Like. I cannot tell you how shocked I was. It really disgusted me. I promise I did not know anything about Zutara before that.

It was obviously my mistake, clearly Zutara isn't meant for me. People can write whatever they want, I'm not here to police anyone's fandom.

But I was just struck by how much Katara was unhappy and so cut off from her canon best friends (Aang, Toph) and loving family (her tribe, Sokka, Hakoda).

Either she was cut off through force (forced marriage, captivity). Or because she personally felt secretly resentful and jealous of Aang, "parentified" and burdened by Sokka, disgusyed by her misogynistic tribe...

And how no one understood her except for Zuko. No one could give her the tools to empower herself except for Zuko. Only in the Fire Nation can she be independent and free.

It just felt so wrong!!!! I gave up. I couldn't stand to see Katara so resentful, bitter, and sad with her canon life unless she marries Zuko.

Anyway. Thanks for the blog. And for writing such insightful posts. It really articulated my discomfort.

Once again: for people who claim to be "the TRUE Katara fans", Zutairans hate everything about her character and arc, especially how happy she ended up being. Half the misery they put her through almost feels like trying punish her for not jumping straight into Zuko's arms.

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What an incredible first week of dronarry! Here is the roundup of all the amazing works we’ve shared so far. We’re giving you the Sunday off to catch up if you haven't yet! And we want to send a huge THANK YOU to our wonderful readers for all the comments and kudos you’ve been sending. Keep them coming and stay tuned for week two!

[FIC] Some Nights || E || 23k || by @thecouchsofa

Ron fucks up his Silencing Charms in the dorms one night. Then Malfoy does. The rest, as they say, is history. 

💭 Came for the filth stayed for the feels. And the filth. Scorching hot, funny as fuck, got me curling my toes so hard my whole leg cramped. - emsuemsu

💭 This is so incredibly perfect, like the smut is perfect but Harry’s cluelessness and excitement is amazing and Ron just rolling with the punches…needless to say I’ve already read it more than once - marebear723

[FIC] Hear Me Out || E || 5k || by @rainstormradish

“I know this is all just a big joke to you,” whispered Draco, his lips inches from Ron’s ear, his breath on his neck, his hips pressed against him, Merlin, “but I need you to fucking commit to the bit here, Ron.”

💭 I am burning UP. i love how distinct each of their characters are. And the tension???? God, they’re all so sexy. - lostinyourcostellation

💭 Scorching hot! Absolutely love this premise & the way you carried it out here felt sooo good. Wonderfully done :) - thestarryknight

[ART] Signing The Forever Bond || G || by @digthewriter

No fanfare adorned their sacred moment, no gaze of a world eager to witness, for they sought not the spotlight's glow but rather the quiet dance of shared hearts. And some paperwork.

💭 I adore long hair Dronarry! What beautiful patterns and color, and I love their comfortable closeness and contentment. adore long hair Dronarry! What beautiful patterns and color, and I love their comfortable closeness and contentment. -schmem_14

💭  This is so gorgeous! I'm obsessed with ALL the details. Bearded Draco! There isn't enough Bearded!Draco content, honestly. - sleepstxtic

[FIC] Permanent || M || 14k || by @citrusses

"Harry's always been fixated on older men. Have you ever noticed that, Ron?” Granger asks. “Have I ever noticed—Hermione, we’ve lived with the bloke for years! He doesn’t bring them home much, but I’m not blind. I see who he’s shagging.” “And David, an older man, tells Harry ‘Saviour Complex’ Potter he needs him to save the world?” “He didn’t stand a chance,” Ron agrees. “Fascinating,” Draco says, in a strangled voice.

💭 I love this so much. I can't wait to reread it. What a gorgeous fucking fic with beautiful, agonising detail and introspection. - TheGoblinMatriarch

💭 Omg I don’t want to be that person BUT I COULD READ 300K OF THIS it was brilliant! - Moonflower_Rose

[FIC] These Foolish Little Games || E || 8.5k || by @schmem14

Thanks to a falling out between Harry and Ron, Draco can finally get together with Harry, have the most spectacular and inappropriate office sex, and enjoy Weasley-free weekends out. Life is perfect. So why does he have the nagging feeling he should get the estranged best friends to patch things up?

💭 Incredibly steamy, love the setup of a Ron/Harry fight and Draco’s scheming ❤️❤️❤️❤️ - citrusses

💭 yesssss - i am always here for the under the desk shenanigans. Lol at how easily they convinced Ron. There was no hope for him 😂 - MaesterChill

[FIC] Edging into His Heart || E || 5k || by @chelsiewhitlock & diplobeanz

Stuck on a long stakeout, Draco has reached the end of his patience with Ron Weasley's rule. In an effort to make the best of the situation, he decides to push the boundaries and past the edge of propriety. Shenanigans ensue.

💭  THIS is the Draco Ron dynamic I’m here for 😍 this story was fucking hot, and that tantric spell thingy oh, my… 🥵 - schmem_14

💭 wowww the dynamics you have going on here!!! 100/10 will be thinking about forever.  - fluxweed

[FIC] People Are Boring || E || 14.3k || by @starquestingfordrarry

“Alright, what’s your terrible news?” Draco braces himself on Harry’s desk. “Weasley’s hot.” “You’ll have to be more specific, there are a lot of hot Weasleys.” Draco makes a strangled, groaning sound in his throat. “The Weasley. Weasel. Weasel-by. Your Weasley.” Harry’s heart jumps to his throat, and his stomach drops to his shoes. “Ron’s back?”

💭 THAT.WAS. DMCJSKDKCJDH. I was excited, my heart ached at one point, I cried, then screeched, this really did have it all 🔥 - Jaqie

💭 So softly angsty then so tender then so sexy. This dynamic just works beautifully, and your Ron is 🔥🔥🔥 - gr8k8

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PPHI AGAIN its yours truly the anon with the ungodly amount of typos ken i just ask like a fic wuth the spy reader x mafia boss but its just the mafia boss in denial about his feelings for the reader? and funny interactions of the reader's mom and the mafia boss (she doesn't know about the reador or the mafia boss's occupation so they just hide it by saying their co workers in a normal office job and the reader gets called a mama's bou by the oc ty again)

typos hmm.. yummy😋😋😋

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How cute!

Yandere Mafia Boss x Spy Reader p3

M yan x M reader

TW - general yandere behavior

Part 1 - Part 2

"And who's this handsome young man, sweetie? Your new boyfriend?" Your mom asked, pinching his cheek. If only she knew this man was one of the most dangerous in the country.

But it was a pretty complicated question. What was he exactly? You couldn't exactly tell her he was holding you hostage. That would only worry her. But you couldn't confidently say he was your boyfriend as he might get angry. You've asked him what you were before, but his answer was vague and he quickly changed the subject.

"Well um, he's my-"

"Business partner." He cut you off. Even in front of your mother his cold and menacing aura didn't waver, but she didn't seem to mind.

"Sure. Purely business. I totally believe that." She winked and chuckled a bit, letting go of your cheek. "Well don't just stand there. You two come in, get comfortable. I'll bring in some water."

Your mother left to the kitchen, letting you two sit down. He kept an arm around you possessively, trapping you between him and the arm of the sofa.

You were actually rather shocked that he agreed to let you come here. According to him, the less people were looking for you the better. But it almost seemed like he had some other motive.

Almost.

Because he did. He had to grow close to your family and find out what they were like. Not because he wanted them to be his in-laws, of course not! Just so he knew what kind of leverage he had against you.

"Alright darlin's, here's some water!" Your mom re-entered the room, seething down three glasses of iced water. One for you, him, and herself. "Now tell me, what's going on with my baby? You never call anymore!"

"There's been an important project at work. We've hardly gotten any free time." He covered for you. It wasn't surprising how he could easily come up with these things. He was able to lie so easily.

"Oh sweetie, please tell me you've been taking care of yourself."

"Don't worry ma'am. Your son is being very well taken care of."

Did he have to sound so sexy saying that?! There was no need for him to make it sound like the two of you were shaking up. Well, you were, but your mom didn't need to know that!

"Now sweetie, why isn't this kind man your husband yet?"

"Ma!" You exclaimed at your mother's sudden question, your face turning beet red. You could have sworn you saw a small smile and a light dusting of pink over his cheeks, but he stayed composed.

That was just the beginning of the night. It was filled with laughter, joy, and your mom embarrassing you more times than you could count. You swear she was doing it on purpose!

But you really did love nights like this. Nights when you could just forget time was passing and relax. Have a good, home-cooked meal and share time with the closest people to you.

"You know," He spoke, placing a hand on your thigh as he drove the two of you home. "you're such a mama's boy."

You let out a small chuckle and looked out the window, met with darkness broken by old streetlights. "Yeah...I guess I am."

Feels like it's been too long since I've written something SFW, thank you 🦀 anon 😭

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July Fic Recs 🤍

Rabbit Rabbit!! I hope June was a beautiful month for you all! Filled with love, relaxation, and really good stories!!

I feel like this is one of the best places to be on the internet because I always meet so many kind, talented, and insanely creative people! The stories I've gotten to disappear into this month are some of my favs so, without further ado...

~ Not Another Time by @be-with-me-so-happily

Summary: Harry is used to things getting crazy on tour. What he wasn't ready for is how much he misses YN during the Latin American leg of his tour. But at the Rio de Janeiro show, he needs to expect the unexpected.

The sequel to Could We Not, and a beautiful depiction of Harry's love and fear for somebody he loves! It felt so realistic, and I could actually feel Harry's stress while I read 😭💞

~ One More by @harry-on-broadway

"It never failed to surprise you just how well you fit in his arms."

This was so cute, I'm actually still crying??? A sweet blurb about the show before the last show. I wished on every star to be able to crawl into this story and live in it. Sadly, it hasn't worked yet.

~ Been There All Along by @lonelycowgirls

Summary: Where Stella goes to Harry’s last night at Madison Square Garden and gets a call that could change everything.

If really Harry isn't somewhat like this...I'm suing. Honestly

~ Zipper by @1d1195

"Harry was a smart guy, but he truly hadn’t a clue as to why he was so mad at the prospect of liking her."

The cutest, the most beautifully written, the sweetest story IN. THE. WORLD. The title alone deserves every award ever, but the connection to the plot??????? I'm still thinking about it

~ Love Don't Cost A Thing by @justmystyles

Such a beautiful concept!! I like conversations and stories like this because they really do feel so real! It helps really immerse you in the every day life of a relationship with him. And the line, "It's an us thing," LIVES IN MY HEAD RENT FREE!!!

~ Mutually Beneficial by @cherryjuiceblues

Summary: Y/N finds life difficult and Harry just wants to make her feel good.

I mean...we all just want a man that wants to make us feel good as much as this one does...AM I WRONG???

~ Guilty by @jarofstyles

Best Friend's Dad!

Everything they write is perfection and this sexy ass age gap story is no different, I am actually still sweating and convulsing I AM A SIMP

~ I Want Forever by @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite

Summary- Harry and Y/N broke up early into Love On Tour. Harry struggled to truly move on, as did Y/N. With tour over, a lost soul shows up at Y/N’s door one night, ready for forever.

Straight perfection, let's be real! A ring, the final show, AND AN ANGSTY, FLUFFY HARRY?? *chefs kiss*

~ Eros (Cupid) Harry by @0nlythrowharrybeaux

Harry is Eros and he is absolutely smitten with a human.

Listen, he absolutely would be this cute and you BEST BELIEVE I'm so down bad for this man...I literally foam at the mouth when I think about it, AND HE'S FUNNY?? Dead on sight

~ Personal by @shawnxstyles

summary: you and harry are best friends who tell each other everything. or so you thought. when harry finds out you’ve barely done anything sexual, he offers to change that. and then things get a little… personal.

Best friend Harry helping you out. Need I say more?? I NEEDN'T

~ Scared by @adorebeaa

You and Harry have your first argument right before his final show in Italy, about his final show in Italy.

THE CUTEST MOST DEVASTATING ADDITION TO THE FINAL SHOW!!! CRIED FOR HOURS

~ Y/N and Harry are expecting a baby, and they’re both very impatient by @tobesolonely

I mean...delicious honestly 😭 Just...wow

~ Sex Therapist by @tsumtsumrry

in which Harry helps you out a bit, and he’s not actually a sex therapist.��(but he might as well be)

I am...scarily attracted to this man. And I am okay with that 😭💞

~ Brother's Best Friend by @helladirections

Summary: Harry is YN’s brother’s best friend and YN isn’t a little kid anymore. Featuring Italrry, teasing, and a sea view. 

He is....so hot. I genuinely have no other words to describe it honestly. It's...it's bad over here for me

~ Complicated Freak by @lukesaprince

Summary: Where you’ve been hooking up with your best friend’s dad and decide to tease him with a tiny bikini.

I think about this man once a week at least...okay fine, once a day. oKAY FINE I THINK ABOUT HIM ALL THE TIME and I'm okay with that

And a shout-out to @londonharry for providing us with all the gifs we've been needing to help us through our depression 🫶 You do the Lord's work, thank you!!

I hope you all find some amazing things to discover!! Cannot wait to see you again next month!! 💞

Previous Recs:

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The Haunting of Wells House/Best of Luck Review/Analysis

NEW EPISODES AGAIN YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE

The Haunting of Wells House:

I love a fun episode to get my mind off the angst of Operation Birthday Take back!

The gag of this being a paranormal TV show were so great! So many minor things I loved like the "Paranormal Pursuit" show title they keep saying. Literally cracked me up the way they were saying it.

I also adore the interview gags, you cannot tell me this ain't so fitting for both of them!

"My local paper called my performance of Ebenezer Scrooge 'Not as bad as it could've been'" 😭

Her expression is golden.

Also the reference to that one painting from Cosmo and Wanda was a nice touch (I mean they already had The Scream up there before this)

(The original is called American Gothic, I had no idea! I knew the art piece generally but didn't know the name till I googled and it and suddenly boom that's the name. AND it's from the 1930s! Ain't that cool stuff!)

Jorgan reappearance! We haven't seen you in like. A bit. I'm pretty sure not since the fairy testing thing but I could be wrong. "Father Jorgan" I love how Wanda and Cosmo literally summon him for the sole purpose of "exorcising" a ghost fairy. Funniest shit on Earth fr. Bro was NOT built for the "Father" role. HE LITERALLY GETS "DA RULES" OUT INSTEAD OF A BIBLE IM CRYINNGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

Also why does bro just have like so many cassette tapes? Are they all cursed? Are more fairies trapped in tapes or something? And it's a LARGE collection. WHY DO YOU HAVE THAT MANY TAPES JORGAN WH-

Overall, this episode was fun as hell and I ADORED Hazel and her dad's dynamic together. Tbh it's so cute! Hazel is so enthusiastic about hunting for the apartment ghost with her dad it's so wholesome 🥺 I honestly love the father/daughter duo sm an episodic adventure episode is so nice. Also the TV segment thing was awesome af, enjoyed that a lot. I feel like it's probably in reference to Buzzfeed Unsolved or something.

Best of Luck:

Ohhhhh boy, Dev is back again! And it is NOT looking good! I found this episode to be kinda heartbreaking for many reasons. This entire episode essentially revolves around Dev wanting to make "rule breaking" wishes (eg. win the tournament and that t-shirt) but Peri (being normal about Da Rules) tells him he can't (because he can't) and Dev and Peri have a little fight in which Peri seems to quit. I find that looking back, he might've been crying?

Bro's got tears rolling down his face and everything!

And then he gets replaced with Minecraft Steve Foop Irep, who retains the cube shape he was born in (is this a glimpse into a potential timeline where Peri would've been a sphere?), and really hates his name change unlike his normal fairy counterpart.

HE SAYS HE'S MORE ATTRACTIVE 😭 If only he knew that Peri was a Tumblr sexy man and he.... isn't.

Anyway, Dev literally uses the anti-fairy powers of not giving a fuck about the rules to essentially wish his way into winning the stupid prize, while giving Hazel bad luck (which she manages to get past using good luck charms) and making her lose the tournament.

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Important thing, let's talk about that scene after Dev wins. He's expecting Hazel to be upset about losing, like... really upset. When she's not that upset and takes losing normally, he lashes out at her.

He WANTS her to react like how he's been reacting to the thought of losing the competition. I think this is still a reaction to his dad being neglectful at the party (and he very likely hasn't stopped being absentee since then). He's projecting his own emotions, and rejecting Hazel's attempts to be nice.

"I don't need your caring and understanding, Hinkle!" (This is also a sign of Dev's detachment from Hazel, since he reverts back to the "everything but calling her Hazel" bit)

He's more happier with physical things rather than emotional. He seems to avoid the emotional wishes, likely a coping mechanism for the neglect, opting to use the rule free wishes of Irep to wish for money, love from some classmate (who he's never been shown to love back in any way before this), to be the King of America (bro really invented monarchy for a monarchy-less country. Crazy.).

And then he literally wishes for Cosmo and Wanda to be nothing! To kill them essentially! I think that's driven by Dev's idea that having two fairies is better than one (a concept I remember being battled on with Remy Buxaplenty and his one fairy), even if it isn't and they're all still bound to the same rules, and by some motivation to get back at Hazel, likely another projection of his feelings.

Just before the mini battle ends, Dev exclaims that he's "finally going to get everything [he's] ever wanted" and that they're ruining it for him. I think, deep down, Dev really wants his dad's affection. I've mentioned this before in the review I did for the Take back episode, but he seemed so devastated about the lack of attention from his father then and even way back from scavenger hunt episode when Dev and Hazel first bonded with each other. Personally, I think Dev was likely going to use Irep (and his ability to basically with whatever, in Dev's eyes) to wish his father could be different. I think that was the real goal, and all the physical stuff was for show and very surface level wishing.

Dev's rejection of Hazel eventually gets to Hazel herself, where she chucks the shirt at him and says "Fine! Take the dumb shirt! I hope it was worth it." Hazel is probably very much done with Dev for the time being, because she tried to reach out to him but she could see he doesn't want any of it.

Let's spawn in the question of Peri. Peri technically should act as a father figure or some kind of parental figure in this case, but he's defo been screwed over by the council for giving him this boy with issues and seems to resent him for constantly not listening when Peri says that some things are against the rules, which is why he temporarily takes a break. I know someone on a discord server pointed out that Peri isn't really bonded with Dev yet, and that really rings true.

You can see this when Peri pretty much ignores his godkid in favour of his parents (which I guess contextually could be described as just being wrapped up in convo, but knowing his track record it's likely the former). THE KID WAS SITTING RIGHT THERE! SAD! Peri, to me at least, doesn't seem like he's emotionally equipped for the job of truly being there for Dev. Cosmo and Wanda seemed way better at this in OG FOP, where they constantly looked out for Timmy, even if he was a bit of a brat at times. But Peri really does care, even a little, as evidenced by the fact that he was jealously watching over Dev while he was gone. He wanted him to call Peri back. I wonder if Peri will figure out how to adjust to being a more parental figures than he hoped, because for now it seems he's thinking about this more as a job than an actual child he has to take care of. I hope he'll improve that aspect of himself, especially concerning the finale.

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NOW ON TO THINGS I NOTICED!

AYOOOOOO FLIPPED GENDER ROLES OF THE KNITTING AND READING NEWSPAPER LETS GOOOOOOOOO

It's also kinda weird to me that they sorta fly up and come out of the box at Hazel's school after this. It gave me the vibes of "we're living inside the box" but they aren't? Wasn't that their home? Anyways.

I said it once and will say it again: Irep is built like Minecraft Steve. You can't change my mind.

Mr Guzman is so happy at the new nickname lol. He's got that 😎 expression.

JORGAN YOU ARE BACK AGAIN. DOUBLE WHAMMY RETURN. TWO EPISODES IN ROW, KEEP UP THAT STREAK DAWG!

I guess there's a fairy HR too? And I thought the DMV was bad enough. Placing my bets on a fairy godparent union now.

Overall this episode had a lot for me to ponder on and now I wonder what Dev's gonna do with the information about anti-fairies he's gonna collect (how the fuck are the o-pears gonna know shit about this anyway). One of the episodes is Irep and Dev taking over fairy world, so I guess minecraft Steve is gonna make a reappearance, plus Dev will likely try to take over Fairy World with the same vulnerable-ish state he's in. I LOVE the plot thickening! FUCK YEAH BITCHES WE GETTING LORE

[darsynia]

Don't Read the Last Page (Tony Stark/Engineer!Reader multichapter)

Summary: Your friend Nat claims her plan to distract Tony Stark with her sex appeal isn't working, so she wants you to do it with your brain--and a sexy red dress. Things start out completely over your head and get more complicated when SHIELD becomes involved.

Length/Warnings: 3,500 | none (future smut!)

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Excerpt:

“Put on a persona, if you have to. The one I chose, okay, yes, sex kitten, but-- and don’t laugh,” Nat sighs. “I’ve been playing it so straight, Cat. I thought sure he’d break, but it’s almost like he can tell that I know it’s innuendo? And by now it’s a game of chicken, and the man is too stubborn to lose. He’ll never back down.”

You can’t help the little smile of pride in the idea that the man you’ve been crushing on for so long can hold up against an onslaught like that, even though you haven’t ever met Tony Stark. Natasha is painfully gorgeous.

“So, what? You need me to be the Cat to your kitten?” you tease.

“Actually, yes.”

Chapter One: Alice In Wonderland

“Nat, you cannot be serious,” you say, holding your cell phone to your ear with your shoulder as you frown at the computer screen in front of you. The water temperature calculations in the unit you’re designing are all wrong, and you’d hoped to finish the associated code by tonight.

“You said you’d freelance for me, and I need you. Believe me, I’m as surprised as you are.” Natasha’s voice is every bit as dry as it always is, but today there’s a strong undercurrent of irritation that you hardly ever hear. “I can tell he’s interested, but I actually think the sex kitten thing is somehow overboard. I don’t think he’s going to go for me, but I can read him like a book. He definitely wants a connection, and I can’t risk him ending up with someone else. Bottom line: I need you.”

“I can’t believe you’re using drunken confidences against me right now! I have shit to do!” You were whining a little, but when your friend had joked that she might someday ask you to do some favors for the shadowy governmental agency she works for, you thought it was going to be related to computers, not the billionaire tech genius you’ve secretly crushed on for years.

“I think the hard to get thing might really work. Look, what we need is a sexy delaying tactic. You’re not going to have to sleep with him. You just need to catch his eye and keep him from doing anything really stupid with a woman at this birthday party. He’s feeling his mortality, Cat. We don’t want him to FIND it.”

“I still can’t believe that you, Miss Manipulation, have failed at doing it yourself,” you tease, saving your work and standing up.

“I overcompensated. It would have worked with the man in the file, but he’s not that guy anymore. Can I pick you up at 7?”

You pause in the act of shutting the light off in your office. “Woah, hold on. That was ‘wrapping up the conversation’ language. I have no idea what to wear, how to behave, where--”

“Shy sexy engineer, shy sexy engineer, Tony Stark’s Malibu mansion. I’ll pick you up.”

“Nat!” you protest, but the line has gone dead. The mirror you’ve hung on the other side of the reception desk helpfully reminds you that you’ll need to wear some extra concealer under your eyes, tonight. You’ve been pulling some late nights with this project. Productive ones, sure, but late. 

The concept is one of the most ambitious that your small design firm has taken on so far, but you’re passionate about it. The group of investors’ idea was simple: create a kiosk that can help eliminate the waste of single-use water bottles on college campuses. Students sign up and receive a BPA-free reusable water bottle that fits into any of the multiple stations placed around the campus, based on population and traffic patterns. In exchange for watching a few ads for a minute, their bottle is sanitized and filled with clean, cold, purified water for free. Companies can buy the ad space, and hopefully, if the project takes off, all that will be needed is the initial capital and a few fees for maintenance and water, paid for by the college itself. 

In theory, your small company made up of five friends with various engineering degrees definitely has the expertise to bring the concept into reality. In practice, it’s a lot bigger of a project than you had initially thought, especially now that a few schools in the area have been contacted by the investors to see if they’d be interested in being the pilot school. 

It’s far more coding than you’d anticipated, for one thing, and you’re the only one with the expertise to write it. You’ve got to finish this up, commit it, and then see if it actually works on the prototype in the back room, ideally before noon tomorrow. In a very real way, it’s your reputation, your name on the line if the company can’t deliver, for all that you’re not the face of the company. You’ve got Alan for that part. The stress has been bad enough that you stopped going by your business name in public completely, reverting back to the fanciful name you’d given yourself when you daydreamed about having a secret royal history.

You’ve shortened it to ‘Cat’ nowadays, since you’re not royal, though you are secretive. 

Even though you’re not really one for parties, you are curious about what a Stark party would be like. He’s ramped back his playboy lifestyle since miraculously returning from three months in that cave. Not all the way, though, you recall, because there was something in Monaco not that long ago, but you weren’t interested in Stark for that stuff anyway. You crush on his brain, really, though the rest of the package isn’t tough on the eyes.

If you’re honest, you’d been kind of glad that he’d gotten more serious and less reckless lately, so hearing Nat talk about him ‘feeling his mortality’ makes you worried, in a strange way. Ever since you were in high school, coming up on ten years ago, he’s been your celebrity crush, the person you kept an eye on, looked for references in all the magazines. You’re not really a celebrity watcher, but for the most part, Stark is different from an actor or sports guy. In your opinion, for a man with such innovative intelligence, his playboy lifestyle is as much of a waste of his talents as designing weapons. He’s done with the latter, but seems to be having trouble dropping the former.

Checking your watch, you sigh. It’s already five, and you need a shower. As you turn toward the stairs that lead up to the door to your apartment, you catch another glimpse of yourself in the mirror. God, you need a haircut.

“The only thing Tony Stark is going to do when he sees you is wonder who let in the mousy wallflower,” you groan. You never were a flashy, ‘draw all eyes when you walk in the door’ kind of girl, even though you do have a flair for picking clothes that accentuate your build. Still, the mirror is telling some home truths that you don’t appreciate right now, so you flip it off, holding your hand in that position as you walk up the stairs and tap out your code for the door.

An hour and a half later, and you’re in a push-up bra, matching panties, and a complete freak-out spiral. You have three dresses to choose from, and none of them are right, and you don’t have time to do anything else than pick one. You’re about to do the thing where you hang them in three different places in your room and spin around with your eyes shut till you stop with your finger pointed out, when you hear the front door opening.

It can only be one person, but you still grab your oversized white bathrobe and pull it on before you call out to her.

“Help, I am a damsel in serious distress. De-stress me, Natasha!”

“You need more friends if I’m who you would turn to for that,” Natasha says. She’s wearing a tight gray dress that, while stunning, doesn’t look like a party frock at all.

“Wait, is there a party? Because that is NOT what you of all people would wear to one. This is not a ‘you’ party dress. Particularly not if you’re… what did you call it? Trying to ‘sex kitten’ Tony Stark!” you protest, crossing your arms against the thick terry cloth of your robe.

“Settle,” Natasha says, but her lips curl up into a kind of a secret smile. “The party’s later, and I have to go in early. My boss wanted to talk to you a little bit beforehand.”

You back up and fall back onto your bed. “No, no, no, you’ve told me about your boss. He’s badass and terrifying.” Your tone turns whiny, then resolute. “I have stuff to do, Nat! I am reneging, right here, right now.”

Even as you say the words, your inner fangirl screams at you. No way do you want to miss the chance to be in the same room as Tony Stark, even if it means you have to withstand being glared at by Nat’s one-eyed scary spy boss.

“No, you’re not. Because I need you, and you will never forgive yourself.” Natasha is, as always, completely self-assured in the face of your frantic protestations. You’ll never forget the crazy way the two of you met, when she’d ducked into your store and frowned, confused, when she’d seen the empty racks for what had used to be a clothing store. After taking in her tight pleather fighting outfit, you’d thought fast, taking off your white hooded sweatshirt and tossing it to her. Natasha had put it on right away and you’d sat on the receptionist’s desk you were setting up, pulling open a folder and leaning over as if to present a proposal to a person sitting at the desk. She’d vaulted over the desk in a truly spectacular move, seating herself and zipping up the sweatshirt just in time.

The door had opened seconds later, revealing a tall, burly, terrifying-looking man in tradesmen’s clothing. “We’re closed!” you’d called out, and he’d grunted, looking around a few seconds before leaving.

“What about this one?” Nat says, from deep inside your closet. She emerges with a red dress that you’d bought once on a deep discount and then hidden in the closet, too embarrassed to picture yourself ever actually wearing it in public. It’s skin-tight, and the neckline/straps make up a bold X that crosses your chest in a brighter red than the rest of the fabric. Under the X is a second stylized X that stretches up to make a diamond gap between the two. The cut-out gives a daring glimpse of the lower curves of your breasts before the second X continues down to hug your hips. The damned thing continues its ‘high fashion’ nonsense in an angled cut just below your knees, except for where it slices up into a slit on your left leg, making a third, smaller X.

“I can’t wear a bra with that, Nat!” you hiss, even as you take the hanger and look at it. “Not to mention the fact that it’s literally a triple-X dress!”

“Just tell your inner self you’re living the dream?”

“I can’t believe I ever told you about having a crush on him. You know I’ll never trust you with anything ever again?” you gripe.

“Put on the dress, I don’t want to be late.”

It’s Stark’s favorite color, and actually fits perfectly. After you touch up your makeup to make it a bit more aggressive, with red lipstick that matches the dress (the one concession you’d made to someday choosing to wear it. The color’s been taunting you in your makeup bag since you’d come home with the damned thing), you’re actually feeling like a confident, capable person.

“That’s right,” Natasha says, coming up behind you and making eye contact with you in the mirror. “Put on a persona, if you have to. The one I chose, okay, yes, sex kitten, but-- and don’t laugh,” she sighs. “I’ve been playing it so straight, Cat. I thought sure he’d break, but it’s almost like he can tell that I know it’s innuendo? And by now it’s a game of chicken, and the man is too stubborn to lose. He’ll never back down.”

You can’t help the little smile of pride in the idea that the man you’ve been crushing on for so long can hold up against an onslaught like that, even though you haven’t ever met Tony Stark. Natasha is painfully gorgeous.

“So, what? You need me to be the Cat to your kitten?” you tease.

“Actually, yes.”

“Okay, I’ll wear this, but I’m not comfortable with the message the top… everything this dress is sending, so...” you say, and head over to the closet. On the way, you notice how you’re walking with more sway to your hips, like you can’t help yourself. You definitely feel like someone else, someone more bold, maybe? It’ll crumble completely if you were faced with the man himself, not that you probably will. Even with your assets on display like this, you’re still you, shy but tenacious, a ‘watch and learn’ kind of girl. Basically the opposite of his type. After years of spending time with every kind of woman, all of whom are begging for his attention, Stark will probably look past you like you’re not even there.

In the closet you find the long rectangular gold scarf/shawl your aunt had given you for Christmas what feels like fifty years ago. It’s still new in its rolled up package, and when you pull it out, you realize that its crinkled texture hides the folds perfectly. With the shawl wrapped around your shoulders in just the right way, the dress doesn’t look anywhere near as indecent as it did without. You look at yourself in the mirror one last time as you slip on your shoes, and the whole ‘sexy dress, demure shawl’ thing almost seems like a metaphor for the ‘hidden depths’ your family always joked that you have.

They wouldn’t appreciate these particular ‘depths,’ though. The only thing keeping you going is the fact that you look very different from your normal self. If everything crashes and burns, you can just pretend it wasn’t you, right?

“Okay, I’m convinced. Give him one glimpse of what’s under there and he’ll definitely be distracted,” Natasha says with a smirk.

“I bet he won’t even look in my direction,” you tell her as the two of you walk down the stairs and onto the store floor. It is, of course, devoid of the clothes racks that had been there when Natasha had barged into her accidentally unlocked door, that day. Now, eighteen months later, there’s hardly any customer-facing space at all, with double-high cube shelving separating the small lobby area from her colleagues’ workspaces. It’s cozy, but your company does decent business, and you’re proud of how far it’s come since then.

“I’ll take that bet,” Natasha says, pushing the door open with her ass and smiling a secret, knowing smile. “If he talks to you within the first half hour, you owe me my favorite take-out.” 

The place in question is basically impossible to park at, meaning if you lose, you’ll have to park fifteen minutes away to pick up the food. However, you picture the kinds of parties you’ve seen in magazines, with beautiful people all crammed together in a darkened room, and can’t help but feel confident. You don’t have the money, the attitude, or the clout to draw the attention of someone like Tony Stark.

“You’re on.”

When you get to a nondescript office building and park, Nat assures you that there’ll be a car coming to pick you up and waves you into the building. Once you’re inside, you see a man standing with his back to you, his long black trench coat doing all the work for him. 

“Nice to finally meet you, Catriona,” he says, still faced away. “Or should I call you Cat?”

“Feeling more like the mouse today,” you say, disconcerted that he knows your 'secret identity.'

“Don’t worry, you’re not prey. Not for me, anyway. Natasha tells me you were up to do her a favor,” he says, finally turning. He’s wearing an actual eye patch, and the front of him is every bit as badass-intimidating as the back of his black boots and coat had implied.

“You know technically, she owes me,” you point out. “And, is this a safe house? Wait-- don’t tell me anything top secret. I like my life. I don’t want to be in the witness protection program.”

You’re babbling, which is the other side of your extreme lock-up, ‘freeze and hope no one notices you’ coping mechanism.

“Nothing we’re asking you to do is at witness protection level. Just be beautiful, enigmatic, and smart.”

You can feel a blush rising on your face. “Uh, maybe I have the wrong building?”

“You think I’d let you in here if I didn’t know everything there is to know about you?”

Your stomach drops. “Can we start over? We can do the introduction part, and then I can find the floor I’m actually supposed to be on, and we can forget this ever--”

“Cat…” the man says, adding more gravitas to the name than you have in the decade-plus you’ve used it. “--did you know for the first few months, I thought you were an actual feline? You’ve been good for Natasha. Grounded her in the real world. She made me promise not to scare the shit out of you, and I think I’ve failed,” the man says. “My name is Nick Fury. I run an organization called SHIELD. We’ve had our eye on Stark for a while, mostly because we’d like to make sure he doesn’t implode and take half of the security of the country with him. We’re coming up on a delicate time, and I need to know I can count on you.”

You are starting to feel a little woozy. Fury can tell, you think, because he walks over, passes you to head into an alcove by the door, and comes out with a small chair. Even though you’re standing in what amounts to a darkened lobby, he places it right in the middle and gestures. You sit, because the alternative is to try to run out of here in heels, and if you did that, Natasha would make fun of you until the end of time. It’s really unfair of her, honestly.

“The bottom line, young lady, is that Stark’s a ladies' man, but his tastes are changing. Time was, he would have gone all in on someone like the character Natasha’s currently playing, but now, who knows?” Fury sighs. “Making his PA the CEO was actually one of the most brilliant ideas the man’s had since Afghanistan. But not if they’re going to be involved. That was what Natasha was supposed to deflect him from.”

“Wait,” you say, straightening up in the chair. “I’m just going to a party. I get to look pretty and be ignored by my celebrity crush. That’s it.” You’re shaking. Everything has escalated far more quickly than you ever could have expected, and you don’t even think taxis know about the building you’re currently freaking out in. You feel trapped, even though your faith in Natasha is strong enough that you don’t feel in any physical danger.

“Of course,” Fury says expansively. “I’m just letting you know what’s at stake.”

He’s trying to use your innate sense of responsibility to influence you, and while you’re offended, you’re also kind of impressed.

“I see why you’re the boss, anyway,” you mutter. Then, louder, you add, “But you’re not my boss. I’m self-employed. And not in the ‘boss babe’ kind of way.”

“I can respect that,” Fury says. He spins around to start pacing, heading away from you, before turning around and coming halfway back to stop and look at you. “I am not asking you to do anything you wouldn’t already feel comfortable doing.”

“That is such a line,” you blurt out, twisting your hands in your lap. “What if I tell you I’m not comfortable holding this conversation, or knowing the things you’ve already told me?”

“That is manifestly obvious. It’s also what makes you perfect for the thing I’m asking you to do.”

“What are you asking me to do?” you demand, the words coming out in a choked gasp. You’re so out of your element you can barely breathe, and the worst part is, Fury’s instincts are spot on. You feel a sense of responsibility, not just to Natasha, but to Stark. He's the sort of person who shows up in the news as often for a dazzling tech breakthrough as for a catastrophic break-up... or a kidnapping.

“Be yourself. In the process, give Tony Stark someone intriguing to focus on. Someone who isn’t his CEO. Think of it as helping him diversify.”

“If I called you a pimp right now, would you throw me out?” you ask, standing up and squaring your shoulders. You’ve always lashed out when cornered.

Fury laughs. “Stop trying to chew off your own leg and learn to adapt to the shackle. For all we know, this could just be for tonight.”

Until that moment, it hadn’t even occurred to you that it wouldn’t just be for tonight. You watch as Nick Fury casually checks his watch.

“Guests are starting to arrive. I’ve ordered a driver for you. The make and model of the car along with your attire should be enough to get you admitted, and if not, Agent Romanoff will. It’s been a pleasure.”

He holds his hand out to shake yours for the first time that night, and when you take it, your own is shaking.

“Chill. It’s not an assassination,” Fury tells you, squeezing your hand before letting go.

“Like you’d tell me it was at Employee Orientation anyway,” you grumble.

His laughter follows you out the door, where you find a sleek black car that’s probably worth just about as much as your salary for a year.

“Out of the frying pan and down the rabbit hole, I guess,” you sigh, opening the door and climbing inside.

To be continued...

Cat is kind of egged on out of her comfort zone in this chapter, thanks to Natasha's influence and her sense of duty-- but she can't keep up that intensity forever!

[georg-prime]

On Agatha All Along eps 8-9

I'm feel about the same as @p-taryn-dactyl's answer and @ennn in this post.

But yeah I'm really disappointed that we didn't have a full Agatha backstory. Nothing about why her mother was so bent on thinking she was evil from birth, nor anything about her and Rio's beginnings. I do appreciate they took the time to show us her life with her son, to really show how desperate she was to keep him alive and how she just embraced the killings right after her double heartbreak (losing her son that way, Rio taking him while she was asleep etc). But then it took time from other things. So I hope there's still a possibility we learn more things about her while a chatty ghost but we'll, this was supposed to be her show first, next time we see her it probably won't be centered on her.

Also not really happy about is how they really went there with Billy having created the Road. Not only I fear the fighting between fans now (I sure as hell wish one day I could be in a fandom were people wouldn't be aweful to each other or to actors/crew members etc, like wishing death on people wth!!? or even on beloved characters that's just mean), but also it means that they used this opportunity of introducing him by already kind of giving him the guilt and trauma from the Mother arc in Young Avengers 2. So that means they did this, taking it away from being a YA story, and either never having him do that again and so not really exploring the full "reality bending powers so huge they can alter the world and he isn't controlling them yet but his friends and love are here with him and he is the Demiurge" story, or they would make him do that again in some other story and I think that would be worse... Nobody would need such a plot a third time after this and Wandavision. I understand, "parallels" and all, but no 3rd.

Not much infos about Death too, I was hoping for at least some answers to my questions here. There will be other occasions (but I don't have much hope on this front, I fear other writers would more likely just make her a joke character, to just be there looking sexy and weird, flirting with some dude, without much depth 🤔).

Then Alice.

I can appreciate the bitter sweet realization that she did indeed fulfill her purpose at least once. But ugh, a white woman who already lived very very long, and it was a very long psychopathic life, got saved then while the Asian quite young for a witch and very kind person, who barely got her chance at a good life freed from her curse, dies protecting her? Not a good look for this show. I do enjoy seeing Agatha being the equivalent of a pirate, just enjoying life doing crimes, free in a patriarchal world, but not at this kind of cost and without real consequences (she'll get a chance at life back surely).

I'm just glad that at least Jen got a second chance. After having suffered for a whole century as a Black woman, so not exactly having much rights for a big part of it (they didn't think this through when they cast her I bet, it should have been at least mentioned), alone and with nothing to her name, because of said white woman - I was worried they also go there and it would be part of the 'haha it was Agatha all along " thing, but hoped they won't... anyway that also sting man.

I guess I'm also disappointed about the lack of answer to Billy's question if he is Billy or William, and no apparently recovering much memories, but I'm guessing they might tell that story an other time. Maybe.

Basically I did like this show, it had a lot of good things, awesome visuals and costumes, good directing & cinematography, great cast, interesting characters. But it is super disturbing to me how writers don't seem to understand they can't just kill a bunch of characters they made the viewers love, so easily/quickly/kind of cheaply. The only death here who is really acceptable imo was Lilia's, it was indeed the choice of a long lived person who saved several people in doing so and will have several long lasting effects (getting Agatha rid of the Salem Seven, giving advice and his book to Billy, having Jen trust and care for other witches again). Sharon being played for laughs is now in fact a serious guilty memory to Billy, even though it's an accident in this situation in his part and very much Agatha's fault (she brought the 'civilian' there, what was she going to do to her anyway after killing the other 3 like she was originally planning, just let her go? I somehow doubt it 😅), and while he already feels guilty about how he and Tommy are still alive, plus the whole Alice's case, that's kind of cruel frankly.

Anyway, I'm still going to hope that Secret Wars will bring us Alice from an alternate reality, that they don't screw up the Young Avengers too much, and that the lessons about optimizing a show/movie's budget with good practical effects and art and time, will be learned.Next generation of writers please be less homicidal with the characters. Keep the open mindedness of this generation when it comes to queer stories and the concept of intricate plots of the 2000-2010's dark area, add the low stakes fun adventures of the previous generations, and let's try and be more mindful of the racism, I see this gen is trying but they don't get it yet clearly.We'll get there 🤞

[jinkookspencil]

bts reactions - you experiencing sensory overload - maknae line

disclaimer/explanation:  (hyung line version here!) this isn't meant to be specifically related to any disorder or any other specific neurobehavioral phenomenon - anyone that relates to it is free to do so, basically. i myself struggle with this and often experience sensory overload, so this is based on my experience (one of the ones below is based on someone i know - it's taehyung / touch! i don't know how this feels exactly. this is based on someone else's experience so i hope i did okay writing it, i wanted to include one that was different than crowds and smells and lighting). every experience or relation to this is valid. (and just for clarification in case anyone needs it: sensory overload is when one or more of your senses experiences over-stimulation from your surroundings - it can be through sounds and noise, visuals and what you see, crowding, touch, smell, etc. anyone who experiences it and is sensitive to it can feel overwhelmed, can "shut down" and be unfocused, become irritable, cover their ears/nose/etc, and more - people have different reactions.)

word count for each member is quite long. (jimin: 914 / taehyung: 1.1k / jungkook: 780)

💐 jimin 💐

“Okay, beautiful bride - this is entirely up to you!" the recently-hired wedding planner had cheered. "....Maybe your charming groom too."

You and Jimin were set to marry in seven months. He’d proposed not long before, and the two of you quickly knew you wanted the wedding to take place as soon as possible since you couldn’t wait to jump into the next phase of your life together. 

It was only right after your proposal that you discovered that, when it came to weddings and marriage, anyone and everyone had their own different opinion. You’d both figured a meeting with an esteemed wedding planner could sort out everyone’s worries - and she was the one who suggested the seven-month timeline, despite everyone in the room running around like headless chickens, arguing and yelling at you, Jimin, and each other. 

“Jimin looks best in leather - can you get a leather suit?” from Jungkook.

“Don’t be stupid. White looks best on him. I'll only okay the leather if it's white,” from Hoseok.

“Can I twin with Jimin, or is that inappropriate? I’ll wear a vest so we're not too similar! Brown leather?” from Taehyung.

“You should never go for a strict theme,” from your grandmother.

“She HAS to, momma! It makes her unique. Do the 1920s!” from your sister.

“She can do whatever she wants. But it has to be elegant,” from your mother.

“Roses or daisies? Does she have a bouquet done?”

"Those smell diviiiiiiine!"

"She has allergies. Get those flowers away from her!" - in the midst of the chaos, with your hands covering your ears, you could only make out who said this one sentence - your darling Jimin, with his hand on your knee. But the others went on.

"An artificial bouquet, then?"

“Wear silk! Go for sexy!”

“Is lace outdated?”

"Wait - can JIMIN wear lace?!"

"The coffee cake sample is stinking up the room! Try that tenth flavor you forgot to taste - caramel!"

“What about invites? We should get the RSVPs out as soon as possible.”

“Will there be a DJ or a live band? Is Jimin singing?”

“STOP!”

With the yell, the entire room was silenced with everyone staring at Jimin. The gentle man who never raised his voice, even in sheer anger.

“Everyone, please just… stop,” Jimin pleads as he reaches out his hand for you, softly wrapping his fingers around yours and guiding you out to a nearby room.

“Breathe - deep breath in,” he pauses, waiting for you to comply, continuing once you do. “And exhale.” He makes you repeat the process.

“Are you okay, baby?”

“That was…. overwhelming.”

“Tell me about it - it’s overwhelming enough for us to make decisions - I'm a fucking Libra! None of them are of any help... They all want us to do it their own way… Should I kick them all out?”

“No, Jimin…. I don’t know,” you sigh, sitting on a chair. “Can’t we just sit here and hope they all leave?”

“One of us needs to face them… We don’t need to deal with them, though.”

You look up at your fiancé, and just as you suspected, he had a menacing smirk on his face.

“Oh no, what are you thinking, Park Jimin?”

“Let’s elope.”

“Elope?!”

“Yeah. Let’s go to Vegas and get a drive-through marriage! I think Yoongi knows the place, so he has to come with us, though.”

“Park Jimin, if you’d suggested eloping in some flower-field village with only the officiant, I’d have gone with you in seconds…. a drive-through marriage? Are you-”

“Did that ridiculous thought make you forget everyone outside?” Jimin cocks his brow. He was always good at fooling you.

“…..Yes, but it made me angry at you for a second there.”

“Then, that ridiculous suggestion served its purpose… even though I had to rile you up to make you forget. Sorry,” he giggled, caressing your face to kiss you on the forehead. “But hey, eloping in some beautiful flower field.... it sounds pretty…. pretty. What do you say we put on an act for everyone outside, eh? Then tomorrow, at dawn…. we sign some marriage papers, run to the woods in the best clothes we already own…. and overwhelm everyone else.”

“Pretty but…. They’ll still want a wedding…. I still want a wedding.”

“You will still get one. I want a wedding, too, - I need to celebrate you in every way and with the biggest bash anyone could possibly dream of. And I’ll take half the decisions, you take the other….. In the meantime…. Eloping would just tell everyone we don’t really need their input.”

“Let me think, Jiminie,” you whisper. 

“Think for as long as you like my princess,” he says, kissing you on the forehead once again. “If we do it, we might have to tell Jungkookie to come along. He’ll pout the most if he finds out.”

“He’s a harmless bunny, we can tell him to come along with his camera.”

“Smart,” he smiles, raising his eyebrows. “I love you… wife.”

“Husband,” you joke, poking his nose before kissing him on the lips. Your hands quickly find his, and you give him a slight nod as he opens the door. You knew you could face anything with your Jimin.  

🧶 taehyung 🧶

“I knew it! You look so pretty!”

Taehyung had the widest smile on his face. It suddenly became much harder to put on an act.

“Do the colors suit me?” you ask through gritted teeth and a fake smile. 

Taken aback, Taehyung’s smile momentarily fades. “Do you seriously think I’d get you something you wouldn’t look nice in? My love…. I’m just so happy.”

That was the problem. You’d do anything to make Taehyung happy. Really, you would. But when he gifted you a wool sweater for Valentine’s Day, one that was part of a matching couple’s set that he also had personalized…. you couldn’t hide your worry. Wool frustrated you more than anything. In all your life, winter was your most dreaded season. You simply couldn’t wear certain blends of the fabric, with it itching every skin cell on your entire body - it was a struggle to keep warm and always horrible to miss out on winter fashion. When unwrapping his gift, you’d masked the worry and panic to be surrounding the color of the sweater - despite knowing beige suited your complexion and perfectly matched his chocolate-brown version. Taehyung wasn’t to blame for not knowing, it was your first winter and Valentine’s together, and, despite everything else, one of the most romantic gifts you’d ever received…. And you’d do anything to make Taehyung happy…. But standing in his living room, petrified in his wool sweater… you wanted to scream.

“I’m so happy, Tae,” you say, not a lie in the slightest. Seeing Taehyung smile so widely always brought you joy.

“I’ll go wear mine! I hid it in the back closet so you wouldn’t suspect anything! Wait here! I’ll be gone for like 30 seconds!!” 

Taehyung had already dashed off before he’d finished talking, and since the moment he turned his back, you’d begun scratching. The skin at your forearms was definitely red already - you never learned your lesson to resist scratching as much as possible - and only when you remember that do you tug at the fabric at your nape.

“Hold on! I’m getting my Polaroid camera!” you hear from somewhere behind you. “Found it!”

You drop your arms, and sure, enough, your skin was even itchier.

But Taehyung’s smile was wider now that he wore his own sweater. Dark brown always suited him so well, and the red embroidered nickname he’d gotten embroidered on the neckline matched the one on yours.

“Wait, a tiger,” you say, spotting a tiny embroidered bear on the hem of his sweater at his hip. 

“Yeah! And you have a dolphin! You didn’t notice it before? It’s our favorite animals. Cool, right?”

“Very cool, Taehyung,” you say, lifting up your sweater to see the adorable little dolphin… and the red skin underneath. You drop the fabric, and your hopes that Tae wouldn’t spot the scratch marks were answered, as he’d been fiddling around with the camera. 

“Wait a second,” he says, reloading the camera with more film, sticking out his tongue in the process, as usual when he was so focused - the habit he never knew he had that kept you from ripping the sweater off, even as he continued talking about whatever, well after the camera was ready. After trying to rush through the conversation with fast replies, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Taehyung can we just take the damn photo already?!”

Your boyfriend, so starry-eyed and cheery just minutes ago, furrowed his brows as he glared at you in confusion. “What just happened right now?”

“Just take the damn photo, okay?”

“No. No, not now. Not until you tell me what the fuck is wrong,” he answered.

“NOTHING!” It was easier to lie. It’d hurt him less… wouldn’t it?

“BULLSHIT!” he screamed back, collecting himself before you did. “Is it… not enough? Are you having second thoughts about this relationship, or -"

“No. No, Taehyung,” you interrupt him, never letting Taehyung think that, you rub his shoulder. “I’ll… I’ll show you.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen when you reach for the hem of your sweater, and you could swear they’d pop out when you saw his face after you’d taken it off and exposed your nearly naked torso, red and scratched-up before him.

“It’s not serious,” you murmur. “I just… can’t handle wool.”

“Are you okay? Is it” he asks quickly, biting his lip as he inspects your body two steps away.

“I am….”

“Are you angry because I didn’t know that? I’m sorry, I really didn’t-“

“Of course not, Taehyung! The fabric just irritates me so much that I snapped. I know I shouldn’t have but I couldn’t really bare it. I’m not angry at you.”

“Really?”

“Really… It’s such a beautiful sweater, and it’s one of the most thoughtful gifts I’ve ever gotten…. But I feel like my skin is on fire so I don’t know if I can wear it, my love. Will you be mad?” you ask, biting your nails.

“Of course not. For the record, I can't handle certain fabrics too, but... I mean, it's not like this. I just get red the next day... I didn't know... Of course, I'm not mad, my love. As long as you're not,” he says, pulling you into an embrace before quickly pushing you away, remembering his own sweater, which he takes off and discards on the floor to hug you, skin-to-skin…. Which always felt nice.

Tae reaches for your chin, pointing it upwards as he leans into a kiss - gentle, kind, with his other hand grazing your arm. “I’m so sorry,” he murmurs against your lips. “Fuck wool.”

You chuckle at his comment and his sudden toying with your bra strap. “Hey, Tae, how about we take that picture first?”

“No, baby, it’s not important.”

“No, I want to. We looked cute for a moment…. Let’s eternalize it.” You don’t wait for him, picking up the camera and both of your sweaters. “Make it quick.”

He kisses you quickly before the both of you hurriedly wear your sweaters. In 60 seconds, Taehyung managed to take a photo of you and two of the both of you, telling you to take off your own sweater when you took a photo of him alone, last. 

“Adorable,” you say, looking at the printed photos, but Taehyung had his eyes on you the entire time. 

“Don’t be shy to tell me these things… Okay, my love? Tell me anything.” The soft touch of his fingers on your arms felt heavenly.

“Of course, Tae,” you smile.

“I’ll set you an example right now. I’ll be honest, okay?” Taehyung says, biting his lip and acting extremely innocent…. which meant he was far from it. The shift in his gaze after you nod just proves it. “Seeing you just standing here in that cute little bra is driving me crazy…. Let’s still go celebrate Valentine’s Day, hmm?”

♣️ jungkook ♣️

From the moment you stepped into the club, you knew you’d made a mistake. With the strobe lights, thumping and repetitive music that made your ears bleed, and the muddled words of drunken conversations and singalongs from sweaty bodies that almost bumped into you… it was all too much. The only form of solace was your hand in your boyfriend’s and the sight of his boots as he walked a step ahead of you - looking down and focusing on them was the only thing you could do to keep yourself in any sense of ease. And soon enough, he stopped. Looking up, you see your boyfriend standing before your gaggle of friends before the both of you mindlessly greet them individually. Quickly scanning your surroundings, you try to find where the washroom could be - a brief escape from all the noise. 

“Hey,” you hear immediately, almost yelled into your ears. Even now, his voice was calming, as was the sudden presence of his other hand, now on your shoulder. “It’s too much, isn’t it? Let’s leave.”

“Are you sure?!” you say, turning to face Jungkook only for him to nod immediately. He points to his ears and the club around you. “Right?” he checks, knowing everything you could see and hear was flooding your senses.

You nod, confirming his suspicions and your feelings, a wave of guilt bubbling up inside you that Jungkook would leave with you just because you couldn’t handle it or bear through it. And alcohol, a sugary drink, or talking to your friends would only make it worse - both of you knew that.

“Me too,” he yells. “It’s way too fucking smelly. Perfumes, all the different types of alcohol, the unhygienic people - ugh,” he winces. “My ENT system is already fucking up. Let’s go.” 

It was hard to tell whether or not Jungkook was telling the truth, it was still fairly early in your relationship, but you had seen him complain about sensitive smells in the past. He always had to smell good smells, with entire cabinets in his apartment stocked with diffusers, oils, candles, incense, and colognes, all with his very particular, favored scents. Never too strong, never too light. It was endearing, and it made for a very sweet and sweetly-smelling boyfriend that was very easy to shop for. When he sneezes right in front of you, you quickly remember that he never knew how to lie.

Jungkook quickly turns to your friends and says a goodbye you could barely make out within the noise before taking your hand and leading you out the door, the way you’d come in just minutes before. 

The moment you’re both outdoors again, Jungkook sneezes three times in a row before sniffling and taking a deep breath in the crisp autumn air. The everyday sounds of the street - a couple of cars driving past, the wind blowing, and distant conversations - were calming, quiet in comparison to the hellhole you’d just escaped. 

“Ah,” he sighs. “Do you feel better too?”

“Yeah,” you say, squeezing his hand. “Thanks, Jungkook.”

“You don’t need to thank me, baby. I felt the exact same way.”

“What a waste, though. A night with everyone, and we’re all dressed up…” you pout, swinging your hand in his. 

“Hey, it’s not a waste!” he protests, tugging on your hand before wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “Taehyung-hyung is throwing that little gathering next week for Jimin's birthday so we'll see them soon enough. And today was a good reminder that this is why we don’t go clubbing that often anymore."

Another sniff" "Mm... baby," he says, tucking his head in your hair. "You smell great, as always. Like a spring day... I'll literally use your shampoo and soap again next time. I need this always."

You chuckle, knowing damn well the moment you and Jungkook move in together - which you couldn't wait for - you'd be using his perfumes and soaps just the same. To remember, you place a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Let’s go home - our soon-to-be shared home at least - and watch a cartoon or something, in our outfits, for an at-home date night and just enjoy each other for the night.“

“Sounds like my favorite kind of plan,” you say, tugging on his hand at your shoulder to pull yourself even closer to him. “But be careful, Koo, I might just want that for the rest of my life.”

“I already do,” he laughs, kissing the top of your head. “I’m all ready to grow old with you, my love.”

[ottpopfic]

Sometimes broken brain intimacy isn't all fun sexy times, sometimes you just get a panic attack because after having your memories and sense of self wiped then rewritten then lost and then gained back it can be hard to tell what is real or just an old terrifying dream

or

Jason has a panic attack and needs to safeword

(Mind the derealization and panic attack tags were going through it today)

-

Jason loves wearing Leo’s mark. He's never quite as bitten and bruised as his Leo, he tends to get his mouth in skin first and there is a tad bit more of Jason to cover, but he loves them all the same. It’s claiming in a way that settles him, proof in his skin, that they are together and he is loved.

It also feels really really good.

The flash point of pain, a deep ache underneath, nerve endings lighting up. Teeth against him, sharp and direct, then the strain of suction and the ease of the tongue. And Leo always loves to press into the hickies with his fingers afterward, both during sex and throughout the day, zeroed in on the color standing out against Jason's skin. And that feels good too, reminders of who's he is.

Leo is really into taking his time with him today, it probably has to do with how he's bound Jason to the bed for the first time with their brand-new pair of padded leather handcuffs. It's definitely exciting, to be at Leo’s gentle mercy as he sucks marks into his skin between heated make-outs.

And his hands are everywhere; smoothing up Jason's sides, massaging fistfuls of his pectorals, traveling fingertips over his scars. It's fucking intense, Jason feels surrounded by Leo and there's nothing he can do about it, like he would want to but still. He wasn't the one who drowned but it sure does feel like he is now with how the other man has stolen his breath away. 

Currently, Leo is exploring how much he can bite at Jason’s pecs and nipples until he gets high-pitched whining whimpers out of him. After he will soothe over with lips and tongue, distracting Jason with wandering hands and sweet assurances, only to start again after he's settled

“Leo” he breaths out, it feels like all he can say “ Leo ”

“You like that huh?” Leo chuckles into his skin, tongue running so hard over a bruise that it makes it ache  

Jason instinctively goes to touch his Leo, but the chain just rattles against the bars in the headboard. Leo smirks down at him, a mischievous glint in his eye, shifting his weight so he's fully sitting on Jason’s hips trapping him completely beneath him.

“ Leo ” Jason groans, Leo is back to biting his neck.

“Love how good you look all marked up,” he eventually says after kissing up to Jason’s ear, deep and low in the way that always gets him going “Makes me get why you like me like this”

“Mine” Jason gets out breathy and desperate, full sentences escaping him as the pleasure builds  

“Oh yeah,” Leo agrees, a hand fisting in Jason’s hair so he can abruptly turn his face to his “You are all mine”

Then Leo is kissing him again, the kind of deep filthy kissing that is half-tongue. Jason tries to give back as good as he gets, but it's hard when Leo keeps getting pathetic little whimpers out of him by the pull of his hair and the press of his fingers.

“I'm gonna stretch myself,” Leo says against his lips, slowly drawing back so Jason has to strain to follow him “You wanna waaatch ?”

“Holy shit,” Jason moans at the implied visual “Yes please!”

Leo has to sit up on his knees to ease a finger into himself, bracing his free hand on the headboard to hold himself over Jason, the first time they have stopped touching all night. And he's beautiful , just skin and sweat and sound, radiant poised above him. Leo’s breath catches as he works the second finger in, lips parting eyes closed, focused on his own pleasure and panting out Jason’s name like a prayer. And Jason loves to watch him, loves to hear him, nothing to distract him from the scenery. He's beautiful, he's so so beautiful -

There was a point in time, when it was Leo’s turn to be dead, that Jason stayed at the Way Station as he figured out his next move. It gave Jason the most vivid heart-wrenching dreams, ones where Leo was so real and so close and yet just out of reach. Ones where Leo was his and they were together, in a way that Jason had only recently admitted to himself that he craved . He would wake sweat-drenched and disorientated, not sure if his waking nightmare was real or the one he just vacated.

This is a little too close to that. To have Leo there but out of reach, stunning and above him but still so far away. It's making wires cross, is this the real life that he fought and worked for or just another dream? Usually, if that inclination arises in him Jason can just reach out and touch Leo. Pull him close, smell his hair, sink his teeth into somewhere soft, and it rights the world again. But he can't right now, he's bound to the bed and that building anxiety is cresting

Is it real or not, is he dreaming again, or is it a false memory? Is he going to wake up and Leo is going to be gone and Jason is going to be floundering looking for another plan grasping at straws at how to bring him back? Storm or fire or storm or fire or storm or fire or storm-

“ Red ” he whimpers out, because if it is real Leo will stop. He will stop and touch him and he will know it's real and it will be okay

Leo stops

“Jase, Jase Jason baby are you okay?” Leo asks with worry, taking his face in his warm hands, Jason starts crying with it “ Cielito what's wrong”

“I need - are you-” he sobs out, straining against his bindings “I can't feel you!”

“I got you I got you hold on,” Leo says, taking his hands off him for just a moment to unlock the quick-release on the chain between the cuffs. The second he's free he's pulling Leo to him tight, crying with relief as he crashes solid and warm into Jason. It's not enough with the state Jason has worked himself into, so he rolls until Leo is on the bottom and buries his face in his neck breathing deeply. 

That's something the unreality can never do just right, the smell of him. The oils and lubricants that cling to him from his work, the tang of metals that stain his skin, the underlying hint of smoke, the spice of his deodorant, the herbs in his body wash. And the something mixing with it all that's just Leo . That's the part that dreams and implanted memories can never get right, his natural smell. It grounds Jason into this reality, the one they made together against all odds, the one that he's currently in.

Jason still has to cry himself out to come completely back to earth, it takes a hot second. It's alleviation dumping out of him, that Leo is real, that he's here and he's safe and he's his. Leo holds him through all of it, with both legs and arms, petting through his hair and telling him sweet assurances in English and Spanish.

“You're here right?” Jason chokes out when he can speak again, keeping his face buried in Leo’s shoulder just in case he is wrong “I'm not dreaming”

“I'm here mi cielo ,” Leo says, pulling him impossibly closer and pressing kiss after kiss into his hair as he rubs his back “I'm right here I got you”

“I couldn't feel you” he sobs

“Can you feel me now?” Jason nods yes into Leo’s clavicle “Focus on that baby, it's okay”

When Jason has gathered himself enough to come up for air, to brave looking at Leo just in case it's another vivid life-like dream dangling what he can not have in front of him, when he picks his head up and opens his eyes Leo is there. He's there as he is now, with his undercut and scars and the beginning of laugh lines, not the pearly imagined vistage of a remembered sixteen-year-old he used to be plagued by. Jason presses their foreheads together and lets out a watery sigh

“Hi,” Leo greets softly “You with me?”

“Yeah,” Jason says back, just as soft “I'm here”

“I'm here too,” Leo starts the puppy nuzzle, the gentle slide of their faces together, cupping Jason by the back of the neck to keep him close “Just so you're sure”

“I’m sure” Jason gives the nuzzle back, starting to relax the tension in his body “At least now I am”

“So we learned that making you hands off is a bust” Leo tries to joke, but it doesn't quite reach his face or tone “Not doing that again”

“Yeah sorry”

“Don't be” Leo pulls back just a hair’s breath to check on his face, the hand on the back of Jason’s neck going back to carding through his hair “I'm not out here trying to make you go all unreality, real boner killer to give my man a panic attack”

Jason sighs again disappointed “It was good for a while-”

“I need you with me Jase,” Leo is leaning into the Wolf Speak with his eyes, the way he does when he wants to make sure Jason without a doubt believes him “I don't wanna do anything that's gonna make you float off or freak out”

“Okay, okay yeah” Jason presses their foreheads back together “It's just-”

“We tried it and it wasn't for us,” there is no discontent in Leo’s voice, just concern as he starts the puppy nuzzle again “Like when I flipped out when we tried magical temperature stuff, it’s okay if it doesn't work out”

“Yeah, yeah your right” 

“I'm always right”

Jason cracks an eye open “Debatable”

“Name one time I was wrong”

“I can name several, Georgina’s eyebrows are still growing back from one of them”

Leo starts in on pressing little kisses all over his face “Oh shush that was her own fault”

Leo keeps kissing Jason’s features as the hand in his hair turns from petting into scratchies. It gives Jason time to not only finish piecing himself back together but also gather his thoughts, something he knows Leo is doing on purpose. Jason doesn't know how Leo always knows when he needs a second to collect himself like this, but he's eternally grateful

“You wanna talk about it now,” Leo asks when he decides Jason has been smooched a satisfactory amount “Or you wanna do it later?”

“Hmmm, now”

“You need questions?”

“Yeah,” Jason nods “Yeah that would help”

“Kay,” Leo presses his face back into his forehead “Was it the cuffs themselves or the not touching”

“The not touching”

“But we have done you keeping your hands to yourself before, what was different?”

“I don't think it was that I couldn't touch back, it was great when you were still sitting on me when there was some contact. But when you weren't touching at all, all above me, I couldn't tell if you were really there or I was dreaming or if it was a memory or-”

“Hey hey” Leo interrupts, Jason realizes that he was getting himself worked up again “I'm here now right, right here. Feel me, I'm here”

He puts his head down and just, smells him. Leo squeezes him close putting his own face in Jason’s hair

And he is here. Jason takes his hands and traces them up and down Leo’s side. He can feel the patterns of his lightning scar, the rougher texture of the Lichtenberg Figures forking at the ribcage. The pockmark contractor scars that scatter over his legs and back left over from Leo’s first death, just more proof that he survived that they are both here.

Jason has scars too, he did get stabbed a bunch in the back and sliced in half, but not like Leo. Leo got exploded on two separate occasions, which leaves its mark no matter the magical rejuvenation. Add falling off Festus and getting crushed to death and his Leo is a constellation of scar tissue. 

The lightning scar is different though, it's always been different. It was only his third death, but it was Jupiter that killed him. The Lichtenberg figures show just how he was blown to pieces; the entry point in the left shoulder, the smaller branches down his arm and back, the huge line down his front that splits at his ribcage to go either side of his navel, the exit points at his thigh and pelvis and spine. It's his largest scar, gained from cursing out the king of the heavens to his face. For Jason

But it’s probably has something to do with the lightning that has Jason obsessed over it. Here is Leo, ever so afraid of his gift hurting the people he loves, sporting a permanent reminder of Jason’s power. It feels both like a failure and a claim, that Leo died from his domain but also survived. That he is marked by the sky, both lost and won, all for Jason

Also, it leads a very enticing trail to mouth down to more creative places but that is beside the point

Either way, Jason presses a few kisses into the entry point of the strike and then rests his cheek there so he can gaze up at Leo’s face. Leo just turns his head so he can press his lips into Jason’s forehead 

“I love you,” Leo tells him, in the way he does just because he can

“I love you too” Jason sighs back, he really truly does

“I'm not upset with you”

“I am”

“Well cut it out” Leo scolds with a frown “Be nicer to my man, he didn't do anything wrong”

“Feels like it”

“Well he didn't” Leo gives a snort to reinforce his words “And I get the last say because I'm always right”

“Debatable”

Leo pokes him hard in the ribs, making him jerk and Leo snicker. Jason half-heartedly glares at him, like Leo isn’t the ticklish one in this relationship. 

“Either way,” Leo continues, drawing him back in “Do you think it was just not touching, or the control thing”

“I think just the touching,” Jason says, getting comfy on his Leo’s chest “I couldn't confirm”

“Confirm?”

“That you're real,” he can hear Leo’s heartbeat, its calming pattern making the hard conversation easier “I need you to be real”

“Im real” Lep reinforces

“Yeah” Jason sighs “But sometimes I need to be sure”

“And touching does that”

“Yeah”

“That makes sense,” Leo starts in with playing with Jason’s hair “Like the smelling right”

“Kinda, that's more like - checking”

“Right?”

“Touching is more like, uh,” he has to pause to find the right words, Leo contentedly starts braiding a little chunk of Jason’s hair as he waits “Like that panic attack count down thing, count the thing you can touch. But touch for like, false memories”

“That makes sense” Leo lets go of the end of the braid and watches Jason’s hair spring back into shape “like when you need extra cuddles when you wake up alone”

“Exactly that” Jason cuffs “I gotta make sure you're there”

“I’m here” Leo presses a kiss into his forehead and starts the braid again 

And Jason loves him, wonderful understanding Leo. Since they started sharing a space, whispered confessions from across the room at night, desperate to catch up aching to connect, Leo has always worked so hard to understand Jason’s broken side. He wouldn’t like hearing him call it that, but it's true.

Leo has never tried to make him feel weird or outcast for the parts of him he can’t help, never even once trying to change him. The Legion, for all that everyone else had to go through the Wolf House, always expected Jason to conform. The instincts he picked up during his extended time with Lupa were only ever valued in battle, never in social situations. It made Jason feel like the whole world knew a secret that they forgot to tell him

He got better as he got older and learned through trial and error. He figured out how to hide away the parts of him that were unwanted, pretend to know what he was doing as naturally as he could, build the personas that would get him through the day

Leo doesn't want that from him. It feels like instead of Jason having to be the one to learn the local language, Leo learned to speak Jason. 

“It's like your each other's special interest,” Piper remarked once. Jason had had to look that up in Will’s books, but he got where she was coming from (and also learned more about himself than he was probably ready for.) There is that obsessive quality with how he needs to know Leo, especially after being apart for three years. And for once in Jason’s life, it goes both ways

“I'm here too,” Jason tells his Leo instead of admitting to all of the mushy shit in his head “Just so you're sure”

Leo’s eyes crinkle with fondness “You better be”

“And I still wanna try the cuffs on you”

“ Oh ?!” Leo sounds delighted

“Yeah” he peers up at him from his place over his heartbeat, Leo is going delightfully pink in the edges “I think you'd be really pretty all tied up”

“If you say so,” Leo says, still bashful with how often Jason loves to compliment him “But speaking of, can I get them the rest of the way off?”

“Huh”

“Give me your wrist” 

Leo chuckles and coerces one of Jason's arms out from around himself, and there the cuff is still on but separated by how Leo pulled the emergency clasp. His Leo takes his time with getting the padded leather off; not just removing the brace but inspecting Jason’s wrist, rubbing the joint to check for circulation and pressing kisses all over it when he's done. Jason doesn't fight it when he switches to the other arm, just watching Leo’s face as he cares for him

“Your hands okay?” Leo asks, tossing the cuffs still unconnected over his side of the bed, those are definitely getting lost underneath “You can feel all your fingers?”

“Yeah” Jason answers, eyes never leaving the other man's face “Im okay”

[writingsofwesteros]

Cersei making Jon’s Twin fuck Ned in front of her

Wtf?!? that is so hot and fucked up! no way!

Ned should have known not to underestimade Cersei, but court politics have never been his strong point. Now he is rotting in his cell somewhere in the bowels of the Red Keep, dressed in rags and praying that his children are safe.

Lord Varys has visited him, and offered him a deal, one Ned has refused. So he expects that the next time the door to his cell opens, it will be for his execution.

He is wrong.

They drag him out by his collar, straight to the Great Hall, and he is thrown to his knees before the Iron Throne.

There, on the throne sits Joffrey, the insufferable brat. His expression is bored, his nose wrinkled in distaste, as he regards Ned.

"I do not know why you insist on this, Mother. This is bound to bore me to my death. I doubt he can even get it up," says the King. Ned has no idea what is going on. Get what up?

And then his heart stops, when he sees his beautiful girl step out of the shadow behind the throne. She is being led by Queen Cersei, completely naked for all to see, and adorned with jewels. And his tired mind connects the dots.

Oh no. No! Anything but this!

He looks about, then, searching for any way of escape. That's when he notices the hall is full of Kings' Landing nobles, wealthy merchants, and even the common folk. There's going to be an audience.

Cersei is going to make him fuck his own daugher and there's going to be an audience.

He looks at Cersei then, ready to beg, but one look at her face tells him any pleading on his part is going to accomplish nothing. Worse, she's going to enjoy his humiliation all the more. He is determined to deny them the good show they're after, and instead he resolves to remain proud and unresponsive. Maybe they'll cut it short when they indeed ger bored.

He cannot look his daughter in the eyes. Not if he is to stay composed. One look at her would unravel him, surely. Poor thing must be so terrified, so humiliated...

Cersei pushes his daughter forward, and the girl approaches Ned slowly. He wants to tell her something reassuring, but nothing comes to mind. And then...

"Come on daddy... Surely this isn't so bad? We've done it so many times. Do it one more time with your good girl," she coos, her voice sultry. She says it out loud, for everyone to hear.

Gods, is his daugher in on this? Is she enjoying this? What has Cersei done to her? The Queen has corrupted his pure, sweet girl.

Ned feels he is about to collapse when his daugher unties the rope binding his hands, and then immediately she embreaces him tightly and pulls him into a kiss. It's torture to feel her sexy body pressed to him, to feel her mouth move against his, when he is aware of everyone that's watching.

Still, he embraces her and returns the kiss against his better judgement. He is so weak and he despises himself for it but... how could he not give in? How could he resist, when it's his girl that's touching him, needing him, calling him.

She breaks the kiss then, turns around and kneels, and then gets on all fours, right before the Iron Throne. A murmur passes through the surrounding crowd, as she wiggles her ass enticingly at him.

"Come on, daddy," she says. "You know what to do!"

He looks straight at Cersei then. Just to make sure all this is not some sick kind of a joke, and that she really expects him to fuck his own daughert in fron of the whole court to see. The blonde Queen is smirking with malice.

"What are you waiting for, Warden of the North?" she taunts. "If you truly can't get it up, I'm sure we can arrange something to get you in the mood..."

And then Ned thinks: to hell with all of them. Fuck Cersei, fuck Ser Jaime and fuck their inbred rat on the throne. They want a show? Oh, they'll get one they won't forget. He reaches into his pants and frees his cock, and starts stroking himself, never breaking Cersei's gaze.

"You want to see how a real man does it, Cersei?" he calls out to her, loudly. "Ser Jaime's performance has been lacking and you want him instructed? Is that it?"

Joffrey snorts in a most undignified way on his throne, and Ned counts it as a win. Cersei's face contorts with rage, and Ned can hear sounds of choking from the line of White Coats behind his back. He grins with satisfaction.

"I'm sure your brother can be thaught a few new tricks. I'll do my best to make this educational," he says, as he kneels behind his daughter and aligns his fat, throbbing member with her cunt. He strokes the girl's hip reasuringly, and she turns her head to look at him too. He sees her smile and wink at him.

"Daddy, I'm good to go," she whispers, only for him to hear. "Show them how much you love your girl". Gods, but he's missed this. He slowly sinks his cock in her dripping teenage cunt, and his girl gives out the most beautiful moan for all to hear, bless her.

"See, how she's enjoying this?" Ned asks, once again looking Cersei in the eyes, as he begins thrusting into the girl and picking up his pace. The Queen is seething with fury. "Don't get too jeallous, my Queen," he taunts, and the crowd erupts with laughter. "Maybe I'll let you suck me off once this is over, if you ask nicely!"

Someone in the crowd whistles and cheers loudly, and King Joffrey is laughing like a maniac.

"I was wrong, mother" he cackles. "This is most entertaining!"

Idk what I'm doing at this point this is pure brainrot

I HAVE NO WORDS!!

I love how Ned turned it around..Joff might keep him alive just for that amusement

[msookyspooky]

So... About the Severen poly situation with Jesse and DB... How do you think that would work? Asking because of science 😂 (nah I've also had my Thoughts✨ about it, but curious to see how you imagined it would be like 👀) also totally agree with Severen having the sexies for Caleb 😂 (not me going through the entire posts and tags of every single Near Dark writer ever because I'm desperate for more content 🥴🥴🥴)

OH! YES!

I doubt it's very often or a true closed throuple sort of relationship but he is definitely their plus one 😏🤫

I mean, I'm sure there have been many nights where it was just them 3 for decades...You're telling me they didn't invite Sev or he invited himself when Jesse and DB wanted to be intimate in a small space? Nah, DB probably pegged Sev once and either Sev was between Jesse and DB or DB was between Jesse and Sev (And she dominated both of them almost everytime)

I think they all have deep respect and love for each other but Severen isn't romantically involved with them either because he's a free spirit or aromantic or just doesn't view them that way but sex? Absolutely. 100%.

AND yeaaaahhh...Severen had the hots for Caleb idc. He did. What is this gay shit? "iT's CaUsE itS bLoOd-" OKAY. IT'S FOOD. I AINT NEVER SWIPED CARAMEL OFF MY FRIENDS FACE LIKE THAT ARM WRAPPED AROUND THEM MAKING EYE CONTACT AND PUT IT IN MY MOUTH UNLESS I WANTED MY MOUTH ON SOMETHING ELSE 😵🥴😭

This is a man wanting to explore another guys body idc!!!

Some ppl have been opening my eyes to Severen x Caleb x Mae in a new light. I can see Severen loving both of them like he loves Jesse and DB but both him and Mae hyper focusing solely on Caleb instead of each other. (Sev doesn't interact with Mae much other than protecting her in the movie or looking proudly at her a few times. Honestly? Sev and Mae and Sev and Homer feel like the only platonic relationships Sev has but Jesse and DB and Caleb?...Idk man. I'm just saying!)

Like Severen is everyone's designated spare fifth tire in the back. He is the plus one that just cozies himself into it. And he's so loyal and protective of his family that he loves them all the same in his asshole way.

Poor Homer is going outside to smoke pissed off as everyone/Severen with one of the couples is making out inside.