#HMU PLS LETS DO STUFF

[enavant]

imagine being able to like posts or send messages or literally anything imagine

[angelyuji]

yandere wonder woman headcanons

diana prince x reader

tw // people pleasing, manipulation, usual yandere stuff, lasso of truth being used to interrogate/misused

big buff girls pls hmu ;) jk.... unless

missss diana prince i love you sooo much

wonder woman is known as a compassionate hero that values the truth (ive been reading the comics guys im so smart 😊) (ngl finding good comics for my girl was hard so rec me some pls)

shes kind, caring, so incredibly empathetic

she’s stubborn, reckless, and a hardcore people pleaser (shes just like me fr!!)

the first time diana prince meets you was a complete accident. she was running after a getaway car when she spots you. headphones in, attention completely on your phone. with another burst of energy, she launches herself in front of the car, one arm out to protect you and another arm to stop it completely. you can’t move frozen in fear as the car smashed into her arm, almost . you were pulled into her arms without a second thought.

“are you alright?” her face was overcome with worry.

you break down into sobs, “thank you. thank you. thank you” you bury your face into her shoulder

in that moment, all diana wanted to do was take you away from all of it. your touch on her skin felt like holy fire. you were angelic.

from then on, you saw her every day. first at a coffee shop, then at the grocery story, then at your work, then in front of your house. she wouldn’t pretend like she didn’t see you. no secret stalking. she would come up to you, ask you how you are and ask you about your day. to you diana became one of your closest friends. to diana , you were the one.

one day, she’ll tell you that she’s in love with you

“(y/n), i must confess something to you.” she turns to you on the couch.

you look over at her and she almost melts, “what’s up, di?”

she takes a deep breath, “i like you.”

“oh.” she stares at you, waiting for more. “diana, i’m not sure how i… feel about you.” you try to let her down easy, but she grabs your hands.

“(y/n), everything about you makes my heart stop. i wait with bated breath for any word from you. i would give you my soul if you asked. i love you.” diana got closer to you as she spoke. you try to inch away, but her grip on your hands were too strong. guilt swims as your mind processed her words. “please don’t say no. i love you, (y/n). i would do anything to prove it.”

you let out a breath, “maybe let’s go on a date first?” you see her eyes light up and you smile, happy to make her happy.

you keep going on dates with her becuz u didn’t want to upset her and she seems so sincere with her feelings

dates to dating to engaged to married

at the end of the day…. ur a people pleaser just like her

she would do anything for u babes like… anything

the emotional manipulation, the gaslighting, diana takes it to the MAX

she knows you would fold if she pressures u enough

shes so mother, mommy, wife, mother of my children

she babies you

like a lot

yk that post i made earlier about genius yanderes or wtv? its like that

she doesn’t trust u to do anything

treats u like a grown child

but its cuz she loves you!!!!

if you decide enough is enough and that u don’t want to get involved romantically…

“you’re lying to me.” diana’s eyes were fierce as she glares at you. it hadn’t gone too far but as she led you to the bedroom, pressing sweet kisses to your neck, you knew you had to tell her.

“i’m sorry, diana. i don’t like you like that. you’re my best friend. i just… didn’t want to lose you.” you were sobbing as you sat on the edge of the bed, head in your hands.

“all these months… you had been LYING TO ME?” with one push to your shoulders, you land flat on the bed. she straddles your hips, hands pushing your shoulders into the bed. you feel her hands tighten.

“please, diana, i’m sorry.” you choke out a sob. she lets go of your shoulders before leaning back to sit on your hips. you take in deep breathes as she shakes her head.

“no no no. you’re lying.” her eyes looked crazed and you don’t respond, fearing her strength. she starts to laugh. “you love me, i know it. the truth will prevail.” she states, she gets off of you. you sit up, afraid to move. you see her grab her lasso.

“diana, don’t you dare.” you try to move, but with one quick whip, her lasso had looped itself around you. you were trapped. “diana, don’t do this please.” you beg.

“what is your name.” diana’s eyes were cold, as she interrogated you.

“(y/n).” you can feel the words tumble out of your mouth.

“where are you.”

“in your bedroom.”

“do you love me, diana of themyscira.” you try to keep your words in, fighting the lasso. you know she would twist your words. “DO YOU LOVE ME, (Y/N). YES OR NO.”

“yes.” you sob as the word gets ripped out of you. the lasso loosens.

she wraps you into a hug. “i knew it. i knew it. i know you love me. i don’t understand why you’re fighting, (y/n), but we will figure this out. together.” she smiles at you, tears streaming down her face. you don’t respond and she presses a kiss to your lips.

i need her so bad guys i want a big buff gf soo bad i want u diana prince

not movie diana. FUCK movie diana. this is only comics diana. fuck ww 1 & 2 and FUCK gal-can't-act gadot.

[lucidfairies]

hi 🫡

. yes that is me embarrassing the shit outta myself (I actually sent that to a handful of girls)

i. for those of you who may not know, i'm maya. i'm 18, i'm typically a masculine presenting lesbian and I happen to be a she/her. I also am unfortunately asexual

• everyone meat riding rn about why I read and write so much smut as an asexual, I would love for you to know that I'm fighting a losing battle with hypersexuality! that is all I will be sharing on that matter thank you. •

ii. I'm proficient at finding people's instas whether they wanna be found or not!! if this relates to you, you may want to hmu.

iii. um I'm single if that wasn't clear from the kicker.

iv. I have severe Audhd and I have OCD but I don't really count that because you can't really tell it's there. I'm a POTS and scoliosis survivor

(can u tell idk what the hell I'm doing)

v. I will drop my socials if you so want them but I would prefer u DM me cuz I don't need my public insta in tumblr comments tbh (I have insta, tiktok, discord, snap, so on so forth)

vi. I'm still in high school LMAOOO pls I'm not less than eighteen guys don't worry but I aspire to be in the military but I'm taking a gap year

vii. I've been writing since like third grade but over quarantine my parents kinda banished me to our basement and I was doing a lot of things I shouldn't have been doing but now I'm sorta good at writing !!

viii. fics are kinda a side gig, I do write real shit here and there but there's genuinely no point so idk why I do it

ix. I'm what people like to call a whore except I don't fuck around I just talk to like nine people at once (hop off my dick rn)

x. I'm hilariously funny if you ever wanna strike up a conversation

xi. I'm down for ANY conversations. you wanna talk about what kinks some random bitch has based on their appearance? let's talk about it. wanna tell me about the sex you had last night? I'll go get a snack. I don't get triggered by really anything so if u need an outlet, I'm right here bb

xii. I actually have a massive gyatt

xiii. I can curl a lot of lbs and um I can bench some too and I guess do leg stuff (gym girlies rise)

xiv. I'm Jewish but not like Jewish my fam just is, I am probably one of the furthest things from religion and I don't hugely support organized religion (my fav way to describe it is being Jew-ish)

xv. I am a leftist through and through (pro choice, pro science, pro gays, Black lives matter, stop Asian hate, in case you needed clarification on that one) and I avoid knowingly being friends with Republicans at all costs

xvi. I am pro Palestine, nothing anyone will say or do could change my stance on that one.

xvii. I have a cat + dog

xviii. I don't get cold like ever cuz I ski in like 10° weather all winter

xix. I have Duolingo and if u wanna beef it out w a quest then I am definitely down for that because I will beat you (I'm learning Hawaiian and Hebrew)

xx. I'm fluent in German and speak it at home w the fam and I know some Spanish + French

xxi. juice boxes > anything

xxii. some more pics of me will follow whenever I stfu

xxiii. I stand at a whopping six feet tall but I swear I have short person energy

xxv. in my personal opinion I have huge dick energy but you're welcome to put me in my place (I'm a switch and I'll cook for you)

xxiv. if your snap score is more that 300k we can't be friends I'm sorry (mine is 100k suck my c o c k)

xxvi. best position is doggy but I can be persuaded into something different

xxvii. CUNT

xxviii. uhhhh I'm from the East Coast of America so l operate in EST time

anyway it was nice getting to talk about myself for a long time 🫡 feel free to make numerous comments about my life in the comments

anyway y'all here are some for faceless pics that are guaranteed to make u cream (see, hilarious)

sayonara sistas

[ofmdee]

(google doc here)

hiya all, i thought it was finally time to make an Official collab post on tumblr, lol, i have one floating around somewhere but it's not very detailed, so! lets create something together?

fic examples 💕

Must be 18+!!!!

Must be okay with me sharing the finished gifs/stills on twitter/tumblr at some point (with a link to your fic, of course)

You can either: tell me what you’d be interested in writing and I will do my best to create gifs/stills to match that, or, if you don’t have any specific ideas, I will make some random gifs and send them your way, to see if you vibe with them

If you do have specifics, lmk!  I will try to accommodate as best I can.  Examples include: position/act, who tops/bottoms, clothes (or lack thereof), facial hair/accessories etc

This is mostly for smutty oneshot type things, anything too plotty gets too complicated

I reserve the right to not do stuff that I simply don’t vibe with, lol, or stuff that just isn’t easily accomplished/is outside my skill level

In general, will not do: Ed and Stede with anyone but each other, animations for fics that are already written (because I do not make the animations myself, and I only can use what is available for download, so I don’t like having to find something super specific unless I’m working on my own longfic), and like, anything that squicks me out or makes me uncomfortable

Can do other pairings, but my other character sims are way less detailed than Ed n Stede

Can do lesbian Ed n Stede 

My sims are cis, but that can also be changed with a few clicks if you’d like!

I’ll send you an album of all the gifs I make, and you are free to use as few/many as you like, in whatever order you like.  Whatever inspires you!!!

You’re obv free to post your finished work on ao3 or whatever site you want, just pls link back to my twitter or tumblr in some way.  (Or add me as co creator, but that is totally optional!)

(If you need help posting gifs to ao3, click the google doc link at the top of this post!!!)

I’d prefer if gifs weren’t uploaded to any twitter/tumblr but my own, with the exception of a title gif that I will send you, so you can make your own tweet/post, if you’d like! and ofc go nuts on ao3!

(To censor a gif on twitter, you have to be on desktop and click add description, and the flag option will be in there. post spicy stuff on tumblr at ur own risk 😂)

Finished fics are all compiled on @m3rmaided, feel free to browse them ;)

Any questions, hmu!

Seriously, though, feel free to DM me at any time if you’re interested in creating something together, I am pretty much always open to it.  And it is NOT just a mutuals only deal!!!

Will update this post periodically if I think of anything else!

so, yeah!!! u can DM me or reply here and i'll get in contact w/ you, whatever you prefer! 💕 this is meant to be fun and stress free, so no time restraints or anything like that, just! creativity!!! yeah 💕

[vwiivizx]

Re-intro .

Layout by : @pupdial

‌ ׅ ۟ ֪ 🫀 ִ ׄ “ atleast stay here with me.. ”

ᯓ★ hey, what's up?

! I've been waiting for this layout for years thank u pupdial

⌗ name :: rl name kiran. You can call me pinkie/vwii. Or mitsubas fan hehej

⌗ interests ::

TBHK, PJSK, omori, genshin, BSD, PMMM, EBYL, ILA, etc.

— · I'm an artist, u can send reqs in my inbox. They'll probably wont be replied in a long time bcuz I'm lazy n stuffz. (Art moots hmu let's do art collabs... PLEA)

␥ some other stuff .

PLSPLSPLS BE MUTUALS WITH ME !!!! I love all my mutuals and I cherish them .

I post abt MITSUBA mostly. Tbhk mostly. Sorry I'm late to the fandom.....

LETS BE FRIENDS !! I am a yapper so if ur a listener I'd love to be friends w u. (I don't mind yappers too, hmu.)

⟡ I am a fan of ::

Hu tao

MITSUBA sousuke

Kel

Kusunoki muu

Hirun (EBYL)

Kou Minamoto

Pinkiepie

Mizuki, Kanade, ena, mafuyu

Emu otori

( 💌 ALSO. Mikaela hyakuya is a recent character I love sjshsjsh.... If yk a LOT abt him pls talk to me abt him I'd love to hear abt him)

[dorkydiaz]

TUMBLR BREAK ANNOUNCEMENT

hii, i am going on vacation for like the next tenish days and need a break from tumbles <3 i wrote a big long dramatic note originally but it felt too *handwaves* it's under the cut if you wanna read more about why i feel like i need to take time away, but basically i have lost some of the joy of being here and creating and havent actually taken a proper break since 2021...so yeah! if you wanna reach out on discord or if you have my number pls do! it is not a moratorium on friendship :P just the hellsite. if you want a way to contact me over the next ten days and don't have a way to do so, i will be around for the rest of today so shoot me a DM and we will figure it out! see ya on the flipside, ily!

The other thing I have kinda stopped doing more unintentionally is reblogging sets and stuff, and I really don’t know why. I feel like I used to do that a lot more, and be far more expressive in the tags cause I know that is one of my favorite things about creating so I want to give that to others as well. And it feels as tho I am fulfilling an obligation when I reblog rather than expressing my love for the creation.

I have also not been reading basically any fics and I am hoping that my new glasses will help that situation but idk that I can actually catch up to all the things that I have missed no matter how excited I was to read them 😭

It just feels like being here is more work than it’s worth and I am letting people down atm, including myself. And this is supposed to be my happy, safe, creative space and it just isn’t right now and I want it to return to that.

Right now kinda presents a perfect opportunity since I will be traveling, visiting family, meeting new people over the next ten or so days so it just works very well to take an intentional pause. also i have been meaning to take a serious break since like...may, and several things kept me from doing so, but now all those things are past-- or at least will still exist to create for when i come back. as well as complicated things in my brain coming to a head.

so! i will be gone for a bit, i think it's like ten days or so to focus on my travels and existing as a person outside my apartment and outside tumblr. And when i get back i hope to do a little celebration of sorts 😉

if you have my discord or number feel free to hmu/ chat/ check-in! and if you don't have that and would like to contact me over this time, send me a DM today and we can sort it out!

i love you all! see ya in september <3

[scarletsxnss]

okay so i have a bunch of replies to do but lucky for u heathens, i do write this smut at work

so i will be on writing my replies slowlyyy (cant let the coworkers see the crazy shit im writing LOL)

feel free to hmu for plotting n stuff! i know i owe starters so i'll be doing that too! if i owe u a starter pls feel free to remind me/hmu for plotting :)

also shoutout xkit for having the cleanfeed feature LOL

[clochanamarc]

i gotta run to the store but feel free to DM me if u wanna plot! and if u wanna do stuff with the dorchadas arc, and u maybe don't know how to fit ur muse in, pls feel free to hmu bc i'm so excited to fit the pieces together, like u have no idea. ur muse is from france in the 13th century? no bother, let's do some time traveling to find an ancient artefact in paris in 1284, idc, there's MAGIC in this plot besties we can literally do whatever!

[sungbeam]

I’M BACKKKK only to see Changmin??? Smth fishy is going awn 🤨🤨/j

No but omg you took the words out of my mouth THE OBJECTIFICATION OF MYSELF AND MY OWN INSECURITIES HAS ME LOOKING AT MYSELF WITH A PROVERBIAL CAMERA AT NEAR ALL TIMES WITH DIFFERENT CAMERA ANGLES TOO AS IF I WAS PLAYING FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY’S WITH MYSELF MOVING FROM ANGLE TO ANGLE EINFITNUND

Also omg what do you feel abt the new album?? I love Delicious with my whole being 😭 BUT LIP SYNC AND DOOR HAVE A HOLD ON MY SANITY LIKE PHEW I HAVE LISTENED TO THEM AN UNHEALTHY AMOUNT OF TIMES ESP CAUSE THE VOCALS IN DOOR GO CRAZYYYYYYYY Sunwoo esp omg lord have mercy on my soul-

AND JACOB’S COVER OF CEILINGS- REAHHHHHHHHH 👹👹👹👹 I actually astral projected (esp since I was thinking of basing my first fic off of it for a bit now 😳)

Btw this might be random but for love in unity, do any of them have jobs? 😭 I KNOW THATS A WEIRD THING TO ASK BUT I ALWAYS WONDER HOW PPL MAKE MONEY TO PAY FOR GROCERIES AND STUFF WHEN I’M WATCHING TV SHOWS CAUSE IT’S LIKE, MAN, I NEVER SEE YOU LEAVE CAMPUS, OR YOUR HOUSE SO HOW CAN YOU PAY FOR GROCERIES OR RENT IN THIS ECONOMY 😭

Just a silly question lol and if they don’t have jobs, what job do you think they’d have? 🧐 Personally, I feel like Changmin would work at a Target KEHKFHKE he’s just giving those vibes yk? Chanhee gives off retail vibes fs while Sangyeon is giving home depot OH AND ERIC WOULD BE WORKING AT ONE OF THE HOTDOG STANDS THATS ALWAYS OUTSIDE THEM 💀😭 Canada bros would suit the library methinks, they would def be the type to work with kids in the summer programs or would help tutor 😌 I could also see Kevin working at a pet shop or a barista? 🧐 Haknyeon also gives off barista vibes though especially with his fluffy hair these days 😭🫶

Ok that’s enough for my little ramble this week LOLOL happy to see that you finally embraced your Changmin love 🤭 hope you have an amazing rest of your week! :D

(Also if you have any poetry recs then lmk hehe)

- Always and forever, love, 🌷 anon

he won 😔 i wanted out of the basement 😔 and this was the only compromise 😔 im sorry jacob i repent 😔 for my sins 😔

PLS NOT THE FNAF AHAHAHHAHAH BC SAME 🤡🤡🤡 ME FROM MY PROVERBIAL SECURITY ROOM QATCHING MYSELF AND YELLING DONT GO IN THERE U DUMB BITXH

omg honestly i absolutely love love love lip sync, eyes on me, and door like KWNFKSJDK R U SKIFIEBF KIDDING ME??!))<_] HEY . WHAT ABTNE MEU SANITY. HUH???? MY MIND IS NOT ANTIFRAGILE . it's doing things to me omg like i thought the simpery was bad before, but now 🤡🤣 oh boy 🤣🤡 also LOVE THAT FOR JACOB KING SHIT I LOVE ALL THE COVERS HE GETS TO POST CUZ YESSIR THATS MY HUSBAND 😭😭😭😭😭 (chxngmxn pay attention, u ARE THE SIDE HOE don't hurt me) OMG???? UR FIRST FIC???? HELLO HMU ONCE/IF U DO I'D LOVE TO SUPPORT U SKFJEOFJK unless ur uncomfy or shy tho i totally get it 🤧🤧 !!!

HELP ME 💀💀💀 I FORGOT THAT THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO HAVE JOBS LMFAOOOO the only one who has a canonical job rn out of the boyz is jacob BAHAHAHHAH STOP. CHANGMIN AT TARGET AJZBDIDJFODJF THATS SO FKN FUNNY HELPMEBDKSNFKJD I AM NEVER LETTING THAT GO AND HELLO???? UR RELEGATING SANGYEON TO HOME DEPOT AHAHHAHAHAHAYYA KDNFKSJFJ IM SCREECHING WHE EZING YELLIGN ERIC AT THE HOT DOG STAND I— 💀😭 pls there r tears falling down my cheeks rn this is hilarious. low-key i think kev could make money via freelance photography and being an ✨influencer✨, and maybe get eric to coach little league baseball LMAO sangyeons prob making big boy money, and haknyeon will prob find SOME restaurant to work at tbh (i can't believe i forgot to give them canonical jobs 💀 i m never letting go of target worker changmin pls that is so funny) omg WAIT haknyeon working at the target starbucks in the same target as changmin 💀💀💀 IMAGINE TBZ!TARGET WORKERS ALCMLSMFKDJF IM CRYING

i did not embrace my love for him 😔😭🤧 I AM BEING HELD HOSTAGE, GASLIT GATEKEPT AND GIRLBOSSED BY A SQUIRRWL A TREE RAT A PLANT RODENT—

ANYWAYS HOPE UR WELL 🌷!! 💖 loved seeing u in my inbox as always :') mWAH

[charmtion]

so your answer to someone's previous ask made me curious - curious enough to read your joel x reader fic and discover a whole new genre of x reader fic! because like you said most of the stuff out there feels very 'porny male gaze' - sidenote i love and will be stealing that phrase in future 😂 - do you have any reccs of reader fic for me to spread my wings in? would love to read some more like yours! 💋

oh ma petite chérie, steal away ❕ I am a fussy fic-peruser in general I will admit but there are only so many times you can stumble upon ppl being violently ploughed into pound town every which way & sundry before you yearn for a little bit more from your reader smut, you know? so yes, yes, spread your wings w my blessing 🕊️

& now, let me consult my shelves:

✴ crackthesky

✴ astxrwar

✴ sophierosina

✴ annhellsing

✴ blondemelancholic

I have found some *clicks tongue whistles* stuff amidst the works of these authors which I always enjoy (re)visiting from time to time; yet to find any Joel/daddy P stuff I actually like on the interweb, tho, so hmu if you spot any on your travels pls thank u. 🫶🏼 x

[footballconfessions]

Can we ban topics pls because it’s getting very toxic in here these last days :/

Let’s not ban it but simply move on and rotate ? As I said before it was discussed enough already. Let’s start a new topic. Champions league and regular football is back on? What are we thinking ? Transfer window is about to open too. Give me some thoughts. Let’s bring in new topics to talk about.

Let me ask a few questions to maybe kick off a few new discussions

For example: what’s your most scandalous football crush?

What scandal did shock you the most?

Which footballer was your heartbreaking retirement ?

What’s a football moment you didn’t see coming? For example neymar leaving for psg or something ?

Who is a underrrated footballer that deserves more attention?

For the next euros WHATS your big bet on winning?

Since it will be in Germany do you plan on going ? ( if you do hmu Lmao I’d love to have a group of ppl I can watch football with )

which football coach is a classified daddy? ( for the naughty ones ) lMAOO

Idk guys it’s too late and I’m trying to come up with random stuff Lmao — Belle

[theosdoros-blog1]

❝ Wish somebody would’ve told me I’d end up so lost without you leading me astray. ❞ ALEX FITZALAN? No, that’s actually THEODORE BURKE. A SEVENTH YEAR student, this RAVENCLAW student is sided with THE DEATH EATERS. HE identifies as a CIS-MAN and is a PUREBLOOD who is known to be EGOTISTICAL, BOISTEROUS, and FLIPPANT but also VIBRANT, AUDACIOUS, and STAUNCH. { CAMI, NINETEEN, GMT, SHE/HER }

THE BURKES

old money, old names, old houses - although their name was proudly featured in the list of sacred pureblood families, kept pure throughout the ages, the burkes were never truly a part of that group. their ancestry was foggy, with no dusty records of alliances and ministry positions. their wealth was sufficient, yes, but never in the expected way. the oldest record of a burke they could relate to the present family was a healer of little consequence, and the rest mostly worked for others, especially under the great names they supposedly considered their equal. to marry a burke wasn’t treason, but it was a step down, the acceptance of an insignificant middle-class life.

the family wealth grew when, in 1863, they partnered with the borgins to establish a shop in knockturn alley. their business? buying and reselling wizarding artifacts, mostly belonging to other more reputable families. the burke’s most potent claim to fame and respect was to be the money-hungry keeper of the deeds and inventories of their superiors. that stigma still accompanies the family to this day, anchoring them in a position of SERVITUDE to the other great families - the burkes are not able to make their own history, so they buy and sell others’ for what they’d consider small change.

nevertheless, it has put them in the public conscience, even if negatively. the shop has grown over the last nearly two centuries, but has remained strongly in the family’s hands. borgin and burkes is where people from all walks of life can attempt to sell their latest steal or inheritance, and where one may find the cursed objects capable to cause all sorts of pain, death, misery. the burkes may be inferior, but they are resourceful and plenty useful. their contacts with the criminal underground of the wizarding world and their possession of dark magic objects turned them into a desirable addition to extremist movements, even if never in positions of high power. grindelwald’s army simply led to half the family being imprisoned, some dying while evading capture. some years later, however, the remaining burke’s gave a chance to a young man who would not forget the name he worked for. the job gave tom riddle a public justification for his search of knowledge in areas of magic so nefarious that no other place would allow for them to be explored but borgin and burkes. when he finished his ascent from man to power, he kept in mind those names. the recently graduated children of his employer, with whom he’d spent some shifts at the store during their summer breaks, got the promotion of their lives, with a mark on their arm and a mask over their faces. when their dark lord returned, it was their children’s turn.

merrick burke didn’t share the devotion of his elders, but certainly felt the same gratitude. to be picked, from all possible choices, to join the forces of the new era was, once again, the promotion he would have never dreamt of. in a perfect world, he’d have remained in the store, mostly dealing with finances as he’d always prefered, a quiet life that would leave barely more than a footnote in the writings of history. but how could he refuse such an offer? the man took the mark immediately, ready to pledge his all to the cause.

when their attempt at a fully fledged second war failed, merrick retreated to the store, forever hiding the lines on his skin. his girlfriend, esme flint, did the same, and their short-lived part in the second rise of the dark lord faded from memory. between then and the reformation of the death eaters, the couple married, devoted themselves to the shop and to evading association with their previous criminal activities, vowed to never speak of the darkest things they’ve done, and had two children.

BEFORE

born on august 13th, 2007, theodore talbot burke was brought into a peaceful world. the small cottage in upper flagley, yorkshire, made up most of his existence for a few years. the world of impressive estates and ancient manors was the stuff of books and the occasional wedding or birthday celebration of some family friend, or acquaintance from his parents “old job”. the young boy’s loud personality made it possible, however, for even those encounters to grant him friendships he held dear, even when he was stuck in his small village. he always prefered those other children, though. at least with them he didn’t have to be careful to mention his parent’s store or which spells they were performing at home. after all, upper flagley was mostly wizard populated, but still had a handful of muggle families settled there. a preference was clear in his mind. children with magical families like his, no matter how different from the burkes, understood him better than the rest. they were EASIER.

hogwarts was the adventure theodore had been craving for ever since he could remember. it was bigger and much more interesting than the broken clock that was upper flagley. it was a place where he could spend all of his time with the types of people he actually liked, those whose experiences were the same as him, with no fears of saying something he should not say. in many aspects, it was a reinvention. at last, he could attempt to become the person he’d rather be, full-time. one single train ride was enough for him to make sure most people his year at least knew his face, as he popped in to chat for a while. the sight of the castle came with a clear indication: he was finally somewhere big enough to contain all of him. his energy quickly had him dubbed as the wannabe class clown, evidence in the story of how the burke boy, while playing around in the small boat that’d lead them across the lake and pretending to be their legendary sea captain, tripped and fell into the water.

theodore was sorted rather quickly into the ravenclaw house, and that made sense to him. his mother was the smartest person he knew, and she owned more books than he could recall. his father was a genius with numbers. he’d certainly get his chance to prove his intelligence at hogwarts. the first year was a rude awakening.

try as he might, the boy seemed to lack behind in most things. in a highly individualistic group such as the ravenclaws, he found himself more and more alone in times of need. sure, theo was funny, he’d make the entire classroom giggle; he’d entertain his dorm room until near dusk; yet his connections felt hollow. he wasn’t creative. he wasn’t very book smart. his house felt less and less like home - perhaps the hat had made a mistake. maybe he was a gryffindor like his mother, or a slytherin like his father. perhaps an hufflepuff even.

during his second year, theo was louder, more boisterous, a bit too much for some people’s tastes. what he lacked in grades and proper friendships, he made up in stage presence. it was near impossible to not notice when theo was sitting right next to you, or even in the same room. he tried out for the quidditch team (and failed), and ended up joining a few extracurriculars to fill his time with things he could actually be good at. years of learning the violin with his neighbor, an elderly witch who’d done some tours with some forgotten orchestras, came in handy when he joined the hogwarts’ orchestra (although he only ever got truly good at it during his third year, with intensive practice). the debate club became one of his favourite activities, it being an outlet for the endless bite in him, to the constant need in theo to say something back until only he could have the final word. without realising it, he expanded his skills into things he could actually do. creativity. music. spontaneity. an ability to think on his feet at all times. a pompous nearly-suave way of being.

after over a decade of struggling, the burkes at last brought to the world another child and for the rest of the school year, that was all theo could talk about. philippa, philippa, philippa. to this day, she is his favourite person in the world and he cares about her just so much.

NOW

the following years were a constant discovery of who theodore burke truly is. although he’s been achieving no better than passing grades, except at DADA, which most have attributed to all the knowledge he gets by working summers at his family’s store; theo’s proven himself in the two extracurriculars he’s in, and spent most of his sixth year training to join the dueling club and not make a fool of himself, or at least no more than one would expect from him.

a big part of that discovery was a conversation his parents had with him during one summer, when he asked them in the middle of the store why they hid their dark marks. while not the most astute of people, a fourteen year old theo had heard enough about the boy who lived, the dark lord who’d terrified the word, and his many followers. he’d seen enough pictures from trials and attacks in some books. the kernels of ideology he’d been catching all his life came together in that kitchen table, when he was told of the generous and righteous man who’d attempted to make a new world time and time again, for which the rest were simply not prepared. it wasn’t exactly an hostile story, but rather one of a rebel that kept being taken down by the establishment. the darked deeds the burkes themselves had been involved in? necessary evils. an escalation of events easily preventable had the ministry done something more.

it was a stark contrast. the loud boy that played the violin and made paper planes with his unfinished exam sheets. the legacy of a revolutionary line that was waiting for its new leader.

he digested it the only way he knew how - by sharing his experience to those who understood him. that group kept getting smaller, and by the end of his sixth year it was mostly those who carried the same expectation to join the ranks as soon as their leader returned to continue the war.

the dissonance caused him great confusion. still struggling to understand his very own moral compass, theo began his final year at hogwarts with a bang. suddenly the big question was no longer what the orchestra should play for the christmas concert or what he’d do after hogwarts before he resigned to his faith of working at knockturn alley. no. it was who to turn to as his world shifted more than it ever had. it didn’t take long for one side to attract him, the one he’d gotten the closest to in the previous few years, those who understood the weight of his burden. their names had history too, much longer than his, more scarier. theo has quickly adapted to his role as support. he isn’t the brightest, the strongest, the fastest, but he’s been training like hell. he has the connections the group might need at times. he isn’t seen as exactly a powerhouse, and that gives him some manoeuvre room many don’t possess. he is a part of the revolution. and he has no clue how much of himself he’s ready to commit to it.

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some stats, which you can find HERE.

some character parallels: jake peralta (b99), albus potter (cursed child), greg serrano (cegf), richie tozier (it), eliot waugh (the magicians), quentin coldwater (the magicians), nick miller (new girl), percy jackson (pjo+hoo), felix dawkins (orphan black), haley dunphy (modern family), eve polastri (killing eve), eleanor shellstrop (the good place)

WANTED CONNECTIONS

ravenclaw friends: i’m assuming mostly from the creative side of the house, rather than the studious one. people who’ve grown up with theo, gone through some of the same challenges of being pulled towards a characteristic of their house that often gets neglected. just creative out-of-the-box nerds pls thanks

ravenclaws that do not like him as much: this is really more of a default house sort of thing. theo doesn’t fit the most general template for ravenclaws lots of times, and in fact, mocks it a lot. gets house points deducted all the time. just not a general fan-fave.

a tutor: or more really. someone his year (or a professor who’s given him the extra time and help) who gave him a hand in some subjects and kept him from truly failing them. he’s a slow learner, a distracted one at that, but he pours all of his loyalty and care into those who help him out along the way. but also makes them want to bang their heads against the wall.

childhood friends: so we’ve got two options here. someone who was also raised, at least partially, in upper flagley. OR one of the pureblood kids around his age that he’d visit with his family. either way, people who knew him before hogwarts and had seen his changes over the years.

borgin and burkes clients and traders: the biggest claim the burke family could make within the DE was always that they have the connections to be good supplies, and so they did. the same applies to theo right now, who uses the knowledge of cursed and dark artifacts he learned at his family’s shop, and the connections they’ve gained throughout the ages, to be of use. his face is a staple there during the summers so many characters would have dealt with the boy.

ex ex ex: theo falls fast, hard, and then crashes and burns everything around him. he’s had many absurdly short-lived relationships in the past, usually ended by his own making. fight him.

ex friends ex friends ex friends: see above. he’s just terrible at human connections wow

orchestra friends: or just musically inclined really. playing was one of the few things he discovered pretty soon he’s great at, so he can often be seen practising, listening with heart eyes to others’ music, or testing out instruments he does NOT know how to play and thus sounds horrible. music pals !!

debate club pals: his tongue is sharp, fast, and accompanied by a wannabe suave personality and an intense need for validation. the only times theo can be seen in the library are doing research for debate topics, and he’s really just invested in perfecting how to talk his way out of things. that, however, leads to more philosophical and introspective conversations than he’d rather have, so lots of room for development all around for characters !! he became the president of the club this year and he is devoting so much of himself and his to it, it’s ridiculous and mentally provoking and i love it

pine trees galore: his this is theo and he falls in love too much. it’s obviously not always a two way street and he’s not ashamed to proclaim to his peers that ‘you see that one over there with the yellow jacket? i will marry him someday’. be the yellow jacket person

ravenclaw 7th year dorm room: who has had to share a bedroom with this idiot for the past 7 years and how tired are they?

duelling partners: he’s not in the official duelling club, as he feels like he has enough on his plate this year, but he’s made tremendous progress in the last year. theo’s been practising more and more, for what he isn’t certain. it started as training to join an extracurricular. then it turned into perhaps a need to protect himself and those he cares about in the upcoming dark times. and maybe it’s a way for him to prove himself within the death eaters and show his worth as their soldier. whatever the reason, he needs people to practise with him so LETS FIGHT

death eaters: this is a bit of a vague one and applies to regular ones and students. theo is a good fighter, but not great. he’s a diplomatic talker, but no expert in mental warfare. he can’t brew the easiest of potions to save his life. however, he’s loyal to a deep fault, especially to the PEOPLE, not the cause. death eaters and their legacies are mostly what he grew up surrounded by, and those he’s navigated towards the last few years. he’s the loyal servant who keeps trying to prove he can be more than that, and the resourceful one who knows a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy. sometimes, however, others may doubt his commitment to the cause, or need to shake him up a bit to get hi to loosen his morals. that may cause some connections of friction or suspicion, some of superiority (with him being seen very much as the loyal dog and not an equal in many occasions), and some of protection, both him protecting others (be it from the DE, from their enemies, or them themselves and their own actions) or others protecting him in the face of all the impulsive illogical decisions he makes or his lack of care for the ideology.

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COMLINK: //  i love montgomery scott. that’s it, that’s the post. ( well, and a little update in the tags but nothing super vital! )  

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Egos + languages headcanons

(sign language not mentioned bc all of them either know it already or are currently learning it bc of Host, Jameson, Robbie and Anti)

(Keep in mind that these go for my interpretations of them. Your ideas are probably different)

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Anti

only speaks English but starts learning the language of whatever country him and Dark move to when they do

whishes he could speak Irish Gaelic bc that's where his real name (Anraí) comes from

or maybe he actually does speak Gaelic...i just thought of that

yeah maybe he does. i'll figure that out later with Krista i guess?

Chase

probably knows one language other than English but he's p rusty

Jackie

knows French on a weak intermediate level but doesn't use it (Marvin teases him about it a lot)

he could probably still manage if he really needed to

Marvin

fuckin genius i'm telling you

knows like twelve different languages

some of them are p common ones like French and Spanish and German (which makes Schneep super happy), but he also knows Danish (much to Signe's delight) and Hungarian (bc I'm a self-indulgent asshole and bc i wanna be able to utilise this hc without having to butcher languages via google translate)

slips into languages only he understands out of the ppl present if he wants to swear a lot/rant without others understanding it/be a little shit, as well as for calling Jackie cute things or an idiot (Jackie mostly can't tell the difference)

speaks in like three languages at the same time (usually none of those are English either) when he's really tired/woken up suddenly

thinks it's hilarious to talk to ppl in languages they don't understand and watch their reaction

Schneep

his mother tongue is German ofc and if he could choose he'd prefer to use that

nowadays he can only really chat with Marvin in German but he's super happy when he gets to do that

slips back into German if he's upset/startled/etc

if he's super sleepy he just doesn't recognise different languages and talks in a mix of both (this sounds like some Horrible Non-Native Speaker Stereotype but nah, I do that too way too much, it's just a thing that happens)

he also learned French like way way back but doesn't remember anything from it anymore

Robbie

poor bean can barely manage English, leave him alone

Ipliers

Dark

speaks another two or three languages aside from English but...none of them are human languages??

they're demonic ones

no one else knows them or where he got them from

knows a couple lullabies too and will sometimes sing them to Anti when he's having a really bad night

thanks to his personality/people skills/language skills even if you dropped him in the middle of a country he doesn't speak the language of, surrounded by ppl who don't speak English and took away his ability to just jump away, he'd still manage somehow

Wilford

too busy with his hectic bullshit to be bothered about measly languages

Host

technically only knows English but

he can literally just narrate "the Host flips Wilford off in Taiwanese" and Wilford will just hear Host flipping him off in Taiwanese

this works with any language

understanding written/spoken stuff in any language other than English is a lil harder though

Google

his built-in translate function allows him to understand a handful of languages on a basic level at any given moment

if he wanted full fluency in another language though he'd need to either go through hours of downloading upgrades and files and databases or actually sitting down and learning like a normal person

he prefers the downloading option

Bing

same as Google but he prefers learning the human way

probably actually tries learning some language i just have no idea which one

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part twenty-three - fever dream

blue moon 🌙 - MM19xreader, smau, crack comedy, fluff, angst and smut

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warnings: explicit sex (don’t read the written part if you’re under 18 please!!), oral sex (m receiving), thigh-riding, nipple play, pet names, dirty talk, degradation and praise, choking, exhibitionism, I think that’s it but pls let me know if I missed anything!!

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‘Seasick?’ Mason’s voice comes from the door, startling me. I look up at him from where I’m lying on one of the sofas, his hair still slightly damp and his grey shorts not sticking to him anymore. Thank God. I might have asked him to fuck me here and now if they were.

‘No, I’m good. I just needed a rest. The sun tires me out,’ I reply with a small smile, and he joins me on the sofa, lifting my head so he can sit, before resting my head on his lap. ‘You’re a brown girl. You’re literally made for the sun.’ ‘Yeah, but I grew up in the UK. I’m used to rain and gloom now,’ I say drily, and he lets out a soft laugh, stroking my hair.

‘Can’t believe you posted that on Instagram,’ he says amusedly, and I grin up at him. ‘It was a very good picture – you deserved to be hyped up. And, anyway, we have to tell our friends at some point about us sleeping together. If they see me posting things like that, it’ll be less of a shock when we tell them. And I’d do anything to make it less of a drama because you know what they’ll be like,’ I say drily, and he chuckles.

‘They’ll never shut up about it. But, to be fair, I’d be surprised if none of them were suspecting it already. With how we’ve been behaving in front of them,’ he says, and I nod in agreement. I’m not quite sure what’s happened to me (maybe it’s the heart-to-heart we had last night) but I’ve been so mushy over him today. I’m trying to be disgusted with myself, but I can’t be. I’m too… happy.

We laid in bed and watched the sunrise this morning, and then I did my makeup, Mason still lying in bed to watch me. I don’t think I’ve ever been asked so many questions in the space of half an hour.

‘Why are you putting green stuff on your face?.’ ‘It’s colour corrector, Mason. Makes your skin tone look even.’

‘Why are you putting that yellow stuff on?’ ‘It’s called banana powder. Mason, don’t eat it!’ ‘…This doesn’t taste like bananas.’

‘What the hell is this? Looks like a torture device.’ ‘It’s an eyelash curler. Can I curl your eyelashes?’ ‘…Seriously?’ ‘Please, Mase.’ ‘Fine.’ ‘Stop moving. Mason, stop fidgeting! You’re gonna end up ripping your eyelashes out!’

‘Wow. How did you do your eyeliner so straight?’ ‘I’m good with my hands.’ ‘Yeah, I am too – you can vouch for that – but it’d be going into your eyebrow if I tried it.’

‘Why are you spraying water on your face? Won’t that just ruin it?’ ‘It’s setting spray. Keeps the makeup set on my face.’ ‘Well, it’s not like your makeup’s gonna melt off, is it?’ ‘No, but like… it helps if my face gets wet or sweaty. It doesn’t budge after you’ve put setting spray on.’ ‘Really? How do you wash it off at the end of the day then?’ ‘…With face wash, Mason.’

Once I was finished with my makeup, we got ready to leave for our yacht day! It’s been so much fun – sunbathing, swimming, eating boujee food and drinking expensive alcohol that doesn’t even taste that good. I’ve been in the best mood all day, meaning that I’ve let Mason do whatever he wants.

As the day’s gone on, he’s gotten more and more touchy-feely – holding my hand, cuddling me, light touches on my waist and back. I’ve seen the others noticing, exchanging glances, but it’s obvious none of them want to say anything, worried we’ll go back to our arguing.

‘What if one of them asks today? Will you tell them?’ he asks, and I shake my head. ‘I don’t wanna take the attention off Steph. We’ll wait ‘til we get back,’ I say firmly. ‘What if someone walks in on us right now?’ ‘They’re all still swimming, aren’t they?’ ‘Yeah, but they’re not gonna stay in the water all day. Any one of them could walk in at any second, and see us like this.’

‘Like what? We’re just lying here innocently. We could be doing much worse for someone to walk in on,’ I say with a small grin, and he tilts his head, smirk playing at his lips. ‘Like what, babe?’ ‘…I could be sucking your dick. Probably the most likely option, considering how I was feeling a little while ago, when your shorts were all wet,’ I whisper, sitting up before throwing one leg over him, settling myself into his lap and snaking my arms around to the back of his neck.

‘You dirty little perv,’ he grins, and I raise a sceptical eyebrow. ‘Don’t act like you didn’t wear grey on purpose,’ I reply with a small smile, and his grin grows even more, giving him away. ‘I knew it. You’re the dirty one.’ ‘Maybe I am. Maybe I wanted you to suck me off on a yacht in Santorini when any of our friends could walk in,’ he murmurs, brushing my hair back from my face softly, and I feel my stomach turning. ‘Maybe I will then,’ I respond, and his eyes darken as he leans forward and presses his lips to mine.

‘You look so good in this bikini, babe,’ he says against my lips, hands pressing into my waist as I slide my hands up his shoulders and down his back, feeling his strong muscles beneath my fingers. He parts my lips with his, tongue sliding across mine, my stomach turning as I let out a whimper, his lips quirking up with amusement. I tangle my hands into his hair, his slightly-wet locks making my fingers damp, and I tug on it gently, a groan escaping his lips.

He slowly gets more and more worked up, his hands pressing into me as they move up and down my body, and he slowly rocks me on his lap, the feeling of his bulge pressing against my clothed core making me let out a soft moan, which only makes him press me down onto him even harder.

The faint scent of salt-water on our skin floods my senses, the taste of him on my tongue and the feeling of his hands on mine making me wetter and wetter by the moment. I pull his lower lip between my teeth before running my tongue over it and he lets out a slightly louder groan, the sound heavenly to my ears. I melt against him, body tingling with pleasure at the feeling of his stubble lightly scratching against my face.

I break apart from him after a moment, climbing off him and watching as he leans back, legs spread and strong thighs on show. I drop to my knees between his legs, a lazy grin on his face as he watches me get into a comfortable position. He’s already hard, the tent in his swimming shorts giving him away, so I don’t waste much time, hands instantly coming to his waistband.

He lifts himself up so I can pull his shorts down, the sight of his dick making my mouth water. He looks just as big as he feels inside me, and he’s got the nicest-looking cock I’ve ever seen, which is an achievement, because they don’t generally tend to look that nice.

A smirk plays at his lips as I lean forward with my tongue poking out from between my lips to kitten-lick the tip, his pre-cum coating my taste buds. I meet his eyes, looking up at him through my lashes as I swallow, relishing the way his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat, the cockiness in his face disappearing briefly. I lean forward again, but this time I press a gentle kiss to the tip, and he lets out a soft breath.

‘God, you’re so fucking cute,’ he chuckles, a little thrill running through me at the praise. He looks amused at my satisfaction, lifting a hand to my face and tapping my lower lip. I get the message, opening my mouth and letting two of his fingers delve past my lips. ‘Suck them like they’re my cock, babe,’ he smirks, and I do as he says with butterflies filling my stomach, swirling my tongue around the digits and coating them in my saliva.

‘Good girl,’ he says softly, the praise making my heart flutter as he slides his fingers out my mouth, gripping himself with the hand covered in my saliva. He runs his hand up and down his cock with an arrogant smirk, amused at how I watch, desperate to have my hands on him instead. ‘Go on, babe,’ he prompts, and I waste no time in taking his heavy length into my palm, wrapping my fingers around his cock and tugging gently, revelling in the way his body tenses at my touch.

I can’t contain myself for much longer and so I place my tongue at the base, licking up to his tip against the vein on the underside of his cock before taking the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him and sucking like he’s a lollipop, cheeks caved in. I look up at him as I take him further in, his darkened eyes locked with mine, and a gag forces its way up my throat when his tip hits the back of my mouth, a soft groan falling from between his lips.

I set a gentle pace, slowly bobbing my head up and down, taking him in as far as possible, hand leisurely tugging at what I can’t reach. ‘Like that, y/n, just like that. Feels so fucking good, babe,’ he groans quietly, head thrown back against the sofa, hand fisting into my hair as my eyes begin to water, and I hum around at him at the praise, the sensation making him moan softly.

I can’t help but keep looking over at the door, worried someone’s gonna come in and catch us, and he notices my glances, grinning. ‘Worried about someone coming in? Catching you on your knees for me like a dirty little slut?’ he asks, voice slightly strained, and I moan around him, the vibrations making him let out a soft curse under his breath.

It’s not long before he starts to take control, his hand collecting up my hair so he can move my head, and I grab onto his legs as he begins to thrust slowly. ‘Gonna be a good girl for me, babe? Gonna let me fuck this pretty little mouth?’ he asks in a low voice, and I hum in response, the boy not waiting another moment before his thrusts speed up. I gag repeatedly around him, the sounds only spurring him on, and tears run down my face as he watches me try to take him as far in as possible.

‘Feels so good, babe. You’re so fucking good for me. Such a good girl,’ he moans gently, and I can tell he’s getting closer, thrusts becoming erratic and cock twitching against my tongue. ‘Fuck, I’m gonna cum, y/n. Gonna cum down this pretty little throat. Fuck, fuck, y/n,’ he groans lowly, hitting his high, head thrown back as he continues thrusting, his cum hitting the back of my throat.

His veins are corded tight in his neck and arms, jaw clenched and eyes screwed shut with the effort of keeping himself quiet enough not to be heard. He thrusts into my mouth through his orgasm, hips stuttering, before pulling out slowly, a trail of his release slipping out of my mouth and trickling down my chin.

‘Lemme see,’ he murmurs breathlessly, and I tilt my head back before opening my mouth, letting him see the cum on my tongue. ‘Swallow, babe,’ he prompts, and I do as he says, opening my mouth again to show him. ‘Good girl,’ he whispers, finger collecting up the cum on my chin, slipping past my lips, and I lick it clean, a proud and cocky grin on his face.

‘Come here,’ he says, patting his thigh, and he tucks himself back into his shorts as I stand up from the floor, going to sit on his lap. ‘No. Just this thigh, babe,’ he says softly, and I lower myself onto his thigh, heart pounding with excitement. ‘So good and pretty for me,’ he praises, pulling me forward to kiss me which I make a mental note of. He definitely gets points for kissing me after I sucked his dick because most boys I’ve slept with would never.

‘Ride my thigh,’ he murmurs against my lips, and I let out a shaky breath as I break apart from him. God, he’s so fucking kinky but I can’t say I don’t love it. ‘Come on, babe. Ride my thigh like it’s my cock. I can feel how wet you are through your bikini. So ride my thigh like it’s my cock and get it all dirty for me,’ he whispers with a smirk, my stomach turning and heart stopping at his words. He’s gonna end up killing me one of these days.

I adjust my position slowly, feeling slightly humiliated under his cocky gaze, but before I can even do anything, he bounces his thigh without warning. The sudden stimulation makes me let out a soft whimper, his grin growing at the sound, and he continues bouncing me effortlessly on his thigh.

Whines fall from my lips as my clothed core rubs against his bare thigh, my head lolling back, Mason grabbing my waist to stop me falling off his leg. And then he stops suddenly, making me look at him, my gaze met with a raised eyebrow.

‘I told you to ride my thigh. Not let me fuck you with it. Come on, babe, be a good girl for me, ride my thigh like a good little slut,’ he says softly, more butterflies filling my stomach as I tighten my grip on his shoulders, slowly grinding down onto his strong leg.

I can feel the dense muscle of his thigh through my bikini, built up from hours of running around on the pitch and working hard in the gym. I continue rocking down onto him as he slips his hands beneath my bikini top, rolling my nipples between the pads of his fingers, gentle waves of pleasure washing over me.

I realise after a few moments that I’ve stopped still on his thigh, too distracted by the feeling of his hands on me. He moves his leg again, making me whimper as I literally bounce atop his thigh, gripping onto his shoulders for dear life. He just leans back against the sofa, a smug look on his face as he keeps one arm around my waist, holding me steady.

‘You’re such a little princess, y/n. I told you to ride my thigh and, still, I’m the one doing all the work,’ he murmurs with mock disappointment, his leg stopping, making me fall still on him. ‘I’m not gonna say it again, babe. Ride my thigh,’ he says lowly, his eyes dark and gaze hard, and I instantly comply, dragging my core across his bare thigh.

I gradually increase my pace until I’m grinding uncontrollably, eyes screwed shut as I let out high-pitched whines and take deep breaths, my nails digging into his shoulders. ‘Look at you, needy girl. So desperate that you’re fucking my thigh,’ he murmurs, voice just about breaking through my pleasure-filled reverie, but all I can do is grind down onto his leg and approach the orgasm I’ve been needing all day.

‘Dirty girl. Any of our friends could walk in right now and see you riding my thigh like a desperate little slut, but you don’t even care,’ he teases, but his words only get me further along, making me let out a loud moan of his name. He slips two fingers into my mouth to shut me up, his other hand appearing at my waist, digging into my skin hard enough to leave bruises.

He guides my hips, controlling my movements to have me grinding down onto him harder and faster, and I lose all control, body weakening as I let out pathetic moans around his fingers. It doesn’t take long until I feel myself getting close, my moans and cries coming out as muffled nonsensical babbling, and he lets out a little laugh.

‘My pretty baby. Are you gonna cum, y/n? Gonna dirty my leg up like a needy slut?’ he asks, my eyes rolling back when his hand leaves my waist and tightens at my neck instead, my head going light at the feeling.

He removes his fingers from my mouth, slipping them between my folds before lifting them to his mouth, his tongue darting out to lick his fingers clean. A fresh wave of arousal rushes out from me as I watch him, his thigh glistening.

‘God, you taste so sweet,’ he murmurs, his hand still tight at my throat as he grabs my waist with his other hand, controlling my movements – good thing too, because I’m too far gone, too close to my orgasm to ride his thigh of my own accord. My walls begin clenching erratically, the knot in my stomach tightening, and he grins, raising his thigh to meet my grinding.

‘So good for me, my pretty girl. You’re close, aren’t you? Cum on my thigh, dirty me up, babe,’ he prompts with a smirk, my hips stuttering as I cry out, his hand disappearing from my neck to put his fingers in my mouth, trying to keep me quiet.

‘I’m gonna..’ I trail off, breathing laboured and head full of pleasure, and when Mason flexes his thigh just as he guides my hips down onto him hard, I hit my high. I moan out his name around his fingers, seeing white as he rocks me through my orgasm, my arousal gushing out over his leg.

‘Good girl,’ he murmurs soothingly as I come down, and as soon as my body goes limp, he lifts me off his leg and lays me down on the sofa beside him. I take deep breaths to try and pull myself together as he gets a bunch of napkins from across the room, using them to clean me up before cleaning his own thigh with a grin.

‘You weren’t lying about that WAP,’ he says amusedly, and I let out a soft laugh. ‘What can I say? I’m Cardi B’s muse,’ I reply tiredly, the boy chuckling. ‘I think you should release a cover of it on your EP.’ ‘Oh, yeah. That’d really fit in with all the sadness and depression of the rest of the album,’ I say drily, and he sits down, putting my head into his lap again.

‘It’s not that depressing,’ he says, and I raise an eyebrow, a small smile appearing on his face. ‘Okay, it’s a bit depressing. But in a good way! They’re shouting-angrily-in-the-car-with-your-mates songs.’ ‘Do you shout angrily in the car with your mates to sad songs?’ I ask amusedly, and he nods with a big grin. ‘Yeah, Olivia Rodrigo and Billie Eilish, you know the vibes. You betrayed me and that,’ he says, making me burst into laughter.

‘The songs might be sad and lonely, but they’re good. Your heart is in them. If your heart was sad or lonely when you made them, then you’re being authentic. And there’s nothing wrong with that,’ he murmurs softly, stroking my hair, and I almost burst into tears at his words.

‘Thank you,’ I respond, and he chuckles. ‘What are you thanking me for?’ ‘…My heart isn’t sad and lonely anymore,’ I whisper, nervous about admitting it, and he just stares at me for a moment, as though he can’t believe what I just said. And then a big grin breaks across his face, and he leans down to kiss me.

Just as he presses his lips to mine, the door bursts open, both of us breaking apart with panic on our faces. The yacht owner’s dog jumps onto the sofa beside us, barking like crazy, and I thank God that no one is with her. Our secret… situation lives to see another day without being discovered by our friends.

‘You scared the shit out of us, you insane dog,’ Mason laughs, stroking her, and I burst into laughter when she licks his face in response. ‘Nice,’ Mason says drily, wiping his face with the back of his hand, smiling at my giggles.

‘Come on, you two. Let’s go back outside before people start wondering where we are,’ Mason says, talking to both me and the dog, and I roll my eyes, sitting up. ‘Can’t believe you just lumped me in with the dog.’ ‘You should be honoured. She’s a legend,’ Mason grins, pulling me up from the sofa, and I shoot him a dirty look. ‘And I’m not?’ ‘Babe, you’re not just a legend,’ Mason grins, sliding an arm around my waist and leading me towards the door, ‘you’re the legend.’

[dameronology]

Hi! How r u? Idk if u still write for peter parker but if you do would u be able to write him comforting reader who is scared to go to uni/college? I start uni this Saturday im so scared lmao I think I've forgotten how to make friends no worries if not tho x

of course!! i hope uni goes well for, i'm in my 3rd year now so if you ever wanna talk/need advice pls feel free to hmu or send me an anon message, i remember how fucking scary it can be

peter picks up on it before you even tell him; he's observant as hell at the best of times but especially when it comes to you

he can see it in the way you used to be super excited at the idea of university - you spend most of your final year of school barely shutting up about it but then the months leading up to it turn into weeks and you barely mention the subject

and when someone else brings it up, you would go nervous and quiet

peter approaches the subject in a gentle manner - asks if you're okay and if you need any help sorting stuff out before you move

it's hard not to open up to him; not only because you have the kind of relationship where you want to tell him everything, but because he genuinely has such a warm and welcoming presence that he's super easy to talk to

he just holds you at first and listens as you let it all out

if you want to cry, he's game for that but just venting is fine too

he kind of wants to distract you but he knows that won't help

after all, his aunt always taught him that the best way to deal things is to actually deal with them

so he starts by talking; by reminding you of why you're going and how excited you've always been

most of all he reminds you that you're 100% capable of doing it and that you shouldn't let yourself be held back by the fear

there's definitely a spiderman anecdote in there too. probably something about how he was scared to be a superhero and now he's saved the world and yada yada yada

peter finds any excuse to bring it up really

that aside, you know he has a good point - that it's important not to let the fear of something make you forget why you're doing it

after that talk, that's when he'll work on distracting you

he'll probably make you hot chocolate and settle you down under a warm blanket with some hot chocolate

he'll help you pack too!! peter is meticulously organised so it'll be a long and tedious process but hell, if it doesn't make your life easier in the long run

and you can bet he's visiting you every weekend as well

headcanon requests are open!!