#Harry Manson

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The bimbo next door ( SH2R!James Sunderland x fem! reader, Harry manson x fem! reader)

Summary : you are harry's wife. The new next neighbors happen to be his one of his long time lost friend. This is going to be interesting.

a general series warning : Bombofication, degradation, infidelity, swingers situation, slut shaming, titty fucking, name calling, language in general, rough sex, vagina sex, oral sex (both giving/receiving), humiliation, threesomes, cuckolding ,BDSM elements, angst, fluff, housewife kink? The reader is a materlistic, sexual objectification, older men/younger women relationship trope. the reader is in her late 20s to early 30s.. that's kinda most of my fanfic really. I'll put more if I see fit. DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED, AND IF ANY OF THE WARNINGS TRIGGERS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ FURTHER.

A/N: if this does well, I might make parts to this. enjoy!( this is of course AU fic)

P.s. : I have had this fic for a month or two just didn't want to post it.

Update : I accidentally posted this fic...this was supposed be for previous fictional characters, but I changed my mind because I lost interest in them...I didn't mean to post this, I was still editing it..oh well😫😭

Your new neighbors are a lovely married couple, they just got settled into this neighborhood about two days ago, so you don't know too much about them, but your husband, Harry knows one of them. He's an old friend of his whom he lost contact with over the years. Today, you are cooking a nice big meal for your neighbors coming over tonight, a welcoming party for them. Wearing your cute pink apron and a very revealing skimpy pink dress with your expensive Gucci high heels, smiling away as you stir up some food in a pot.

You and your husband live a lavishing lifestyle. traveling, shopping, and hanging out with other rich folks at events. the two of you also share this big beautiful home that was built two years again, it looks like something you'd see in a movie. with your husband owning multi-million companies here and international then he's a very successful writer. let's just you are both sitting pretty. as are humming, you hear the door and stop everything to come and greet him.

"Hello, dear! " You say in a cheerful way as he gets close to and starts going in for a deep kiss with his eyes closed.,he couldn't wait to taste you. Swirling tongues as your lips meet his while he reaches down with one hand to squeeze your ass then you both pull away at the same time you look into each other's eyes.

"mmm, hello baby " Harry says in his deep suave voice with a smile to match. your heart drops every time he looks at you like that.

" I missed you! Did you miss me? "You say with pouty tone playing with his tie.

" Of course, I always miss my baby" he responds with his hand on your waist and looking around the kitchen to see the food you made

" I see you got busy and it smells amazing in here by the way." He compliments as he walks around to look.

"Oh thank you, honey. You know I always have to throw down" you say with a giggle.

"What time are they supposed to get here again?" You asked while checking the food.

He looks at his golden Rolex watch "hmmm about 30 minutes or so " giving a reassuring nod.

"oh, I'm excited to meet them, and I hope we become great friends "you smile brightly at him as he nods

" of course, we will, and his wife seems nice. They are low key people but overall I don't see why we wouldn't get along" he makes his way to the spacious clean living room to sit on the black leather couch as you follow him.

" He's a long-time friend of mine, I haven't seen him for years,....." You start to rub his shoulders, giving him a massage, he grunts at how good your hands feel, losing his train of thought "you keep this up and I might have to bend you over for a quickie" he said through a chuckle that made you let out a ditzy giggle

" I wouldn't stop you" biting your lip as you go around the couch to sit on his lap. You both hear the doorbell ringing all of sudden. "Oh, I wonder if that's them, it's still pretty earlier" you assume with a pout.

You wanted your husband to pound you ruthlessly. "Yeah, you're probably right, I'll go answer it" then he gets close to you, and whispers in the shell of your ear" don't worry, we'll continue this later" giving you chills up and down your spine. nodding, biting your lips.

You both get up as he walks to the door to answer it " hey, James, how's it going?" Giving him a quick hug, and James smiles as well then turns to his wife " hello, Mary" also giving her a hug " well, come in" he leads them the way. they both look around

"Wow, your home is so beautiful" Mary compliments in awe.

"thank you. me and my dear wife help design this home... well really my wife made most of the decision making" he responded proudly

" oh, and speaking of my lovely wife, here she is" your heels clicking on the marble floor, giving them a pageant wave.

"Hello" you smile bright and in return Mary mirrors your actions, giving each other a warm quick hug, talking in-between one another as James is staring at you without you knowing.it was lust at first sight, uh oh.

"Hello" turning your attention to him, you also give him a hug. he was a bit hesitant at first because of how skimpy your dress is, but hugged you anyways.

"Hi" as he gives you a smile as well.

"oh my, it smells so wonderful" Mary compliments once more, smelling the food that lingers in the air

" why thank you! I know you guys must be hungry so I'm setting up the dining room right now," you tell them in a bubbly tone.

"Oh, do you need help? " Mary asks nicely and you nodded

"no, you are a guest here, hun" the two men watch the both of you communicate. James looks at you with more attention as his eye lingers on your body

" I don't mind at all " she volunteers and your husband agrees

" she doesn't mind, sweetheart, and besides, this is a good way of getting to know each other" he walks closer to James, resting his arm on his shoulder

" I want to catch up with this old man anyways " he jokes as James laughs a little bit at that.

"Alright, then follow me "you smile at Mary and the both of you exit the room, James checking out your ass quickly and then clearing his throat.

The two men chit-chat in the living room. Reminiscing on the old days. " Yeah, you were an asshole back then " Harry stated as the two of them shared a laugh

" oh? and you seem like a dirty old bastard, marrying women half your age, I see," James asked jokingly referring to you, Harry shakes his head, smiling

" I mean hey, you can't blame me. She's a pretty, young thing with a high sex drive. What more could a man want? " James chuckles at that statement, taking a swig of whiskey.

" I get it she's not your typical wife, but she's very bubbly and super fun to be around, it's refreshing from my past marriage and relationships." He also took a sigh of his whiskey. James is thinking about how much of a gold digger and slut you must be as he drinks some more, but he would love to fuck out whatever brains you had left in the skull of yours.

"everything is set up " you announced to them, Harrynpats James shoulders as they both go into the dining area.

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The dinner is going well, having engaging conversations for about an hour or so. The table filled with laughter and joy as the four of you get along

" whoa, so you're an astronaut and a biologist? That is amazing, hun we have some very smart people at this table" you smile so bright at the two of them, the wine is definitely kicking in. James is secretly enjoying the view of your tits bouncing all night while you talk.

" Aww shucks, you're too kind" Mary grinning " what about you ? What do you do for a living?" while the two men are kinda having their own conversation

"oh! I'm now a fashion designer, I make my own designs, some time for movies and tv shows on set," you say in a proud tone

" that's cool!" Mary is surprised by that for some reason

"yup, my baby is talented, isn't she? " harry speaks up as puts his arm is around your shoulder.

"aww, baby " giving you a peck on the lips and she nods in agreement then James gets weirded out by you two.

" oh one day, I can show you my work if want to" you tell her and of course she says yes, James taking a sip of his whiskey, staring and you are none the wiser.

" so how did you two meet?" Harry asked the couple

" oh you want me to explain it, honey?" Mary asked looking at her husband and he nods with a smile.

" We met each going on a space mission, i specialize in mainly astrobiology , we didn't really get along well at first, he's pretty stubborn."

Harry chuckles " that sounds about right" and all four of you laughed. " Well, anyways " she continues through laughing

"to make the long story short, we dated for 8 months then popped the question at a very gorgeous luxurious restaurant that he took me on, now we have been married for 4 years now " holding up her wedding band.

"oh! What a pretty ring, you must have spent so much on it " you look at him across thes table with a ditzy smile and he just shrugs at you through lazy eyes like couldn't be bothered to address you.

"I never pegged him as a romantic, good on the both of you" Harry comments with a grin

" hey, what can I say she is a firecracker, I love that in woman," James says looking at his wife with a genuine smile.

" Your sex life must be interesting then with all that tension" you giggle, playing with your hair. and Mary gets flustered while James makes sure she's ok as she's choking on her drink. Harry laughs at her

" Are you ok,honey?" Jamed asked her with worry in his eyes and she nodded, recovering.

" What? did I say something wrong? Personally, I love it when daddy fucks me like his personal fleshlight, being treated horribly during sex is so much fun" James clears his throat at your statement and you giggle at him as you notice the effects of what you said. he's getting very annoyed with you at the moment, for some reason he wants to take out his sexual frustration on you on this table in front of your husband.

"Ok, enough sweetheart, that's too much information for our guests." He chuckles as you lean on him with your eyes closed now

" sorry about that, guys she's kinda drunk" the both of them understand, Mary putting on a smile

"what about two? How did you two meet?" James asked, taking a swig of his whiskey. "Well, she worked for me as my secretary for a while actually."

"We started having an inappropriate relationship with each one thing lead to another then boom, we've been married for 7 years. our 8th anniversary is coming up actually." And the two were amused by the story, definitely judging. " When he proposed to me it was beautiful. Talk about a private dinner on one of his most expensive yachts and with a beautiful ring that's worth almost a half a million dollars on my finger " you show off the ring as songs is looking at it in awe

" so beautiful " she says and you tell her thank you.

" Hey, anything for my baby. I love you " he smiles with so much love in his eyes for you. " I love you too " giving him a bubbly tone, kissing him on his cheek.

James is not amused, he sees you as a materialistic fuck doll. You must have good walls to have him wrapped around your dainty finger.

"How cute, and romantic, right James? " his wife looks at him with a smile and he smiles back at her, giving her a peck on the cheek. He love his wife more than anything, even if wasn't a flashy guy. He can afford the same lifestyle. James looks at the time

" oh it's pretty late we should get going right, hun" looking at his beautiful wife once more with loving eyes.

"Yeah, you're right we should get going" Mary agrees as they both get up from their seats.

" Ok, I'll see you guys out then," Harry says as you get up to start cleaning up the dining room.

" It was nice meeting you two " you express to the both of them, and Mary smiles

" we need to hang out more," she tells you " of course " you agree, giving her a hug then giving James a small wave, he nodding at you in response. something seems off about him, does he not like you? Harry walks with them to chat a little more, and now they finally leave.

James and Mary are walking back to their home

" what do you think of them, Hun?" She asks, and James definitely doesn't like you, but he does want to humiliate you, making you feel like nothing for some reason.

"Hmmm, I mean it's nice to see my old friend again, I'm glad he's doing well". they arrive at the door as James unlocked the door to go in

" his wife is gorgeous, she looks like a doll" Mary says in amazement, she might be developing a girl crush on you already. James scoff at her statement

" yeah, she does seem nice" not really wanting to say anything else, though one thing is for certain, he wants you and it angers him.

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Bad movie I have Super Fly 1972

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Happy 73rd, Chrissie Hynde.

With Debbie Harry, Shirley Manson, and Siouxsie Sioux.

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mutineers + tweets (1/?)

in many ways mutineer camp was like a really bad bachelorette party

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part one

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PART FIVE - Rich people :(

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Very quick artistic rendition of Booksir at mutiny camp

[wakingbreathlessly]

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[luthanraels-bignaturals]

sympathizing with the mutineers/hickey and the gang is great, all the power to you guys, but i am begging, begging you all to not downplay how racist they are.

you know what this is actually about all of the characters. please. please. please. remember that even aside from a historical lens, these characters are racist in the narrative. i don’t want to be the fandom police, i don’t want to spoil the fun. i love the cold boys as much as anyone else. but if i see another post that acts as if their treatment of silna was anything less than racism, or that it wasn’t that bad, i will start mailing pipe bombs

[andrew-rannells-mustache]

Not a single brain cell in the mutineer polycule (Goodsir doesn’t count)

Bonus:

[aprocessionofthoughts]

Meet My Clone Sister

ectoberweek24 day 6- two sentence tw- none summary- the Hogwarts trio meets Ellie

masterlist ao3 part 2 of CvH

They had been in Amity a week and everything still seemed extremely weird. And it wasn’t just the classes. It was also the fact that they used electricity and other muggle tech. And all around the town there were signs of magic. It was so strange to see signs of magic in what looked like a muggle environment. 

Harry kept waiting for aurors to show up to obliviate everyone.

And the classes taught at Casper made him and Ron uncomfortable, and Hermione was always bordering on arguing about the content. Harry didn’t struggle as much. He hadn’t grown up believing blood magic and necromancy were evil like Ron, and he hadn’t delved into studying all things about British magical history like Hermione.

But of course, Harry’s life was never simple.

“Is that your sister?” Harry asked, pointing to a girl who looked about two years younger than Danny, although they looked like they could be twins. They were at lunch and Harry was trying not to think too hard about what was in the food. He definitely preferred Hogwarts meals. He had seen the girl before and been curious. 

“Ellie? No. She’s my clone sister.”

“What?” Hermione asked, dropping her spoon.

“Oh yeah. There’s this creep that wants to kill my dad, marry my mom, and take me as his son. Since we kept refusing he tried to clone me.” Danny smiled at his…sister. She waved at them, coming over.

“Hey, I’m Ellie. You guys are the visitors from the weird magic school, right?” she plopped down on the seat next to Danny, reaching over to steal one of his fries.

“And you’re a clone?” Hermione said, her eyes flickering between Danny and Ellie.

“Yup.” she said, stealing another fry from Danny. 

“What’s a clone?” Ron asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.

Hermione stared at him. 

“Well, you see,” Ellie started, and Danny snorted, “when a Fruitloop is so obsessed with having another woman’s son as his own, he takes some of his DNA, and makes a baby, that he then grows with magic till they’re about the right age, then he tells them that they’re meant to replace the original, but they’re too smart and decide they’d rather be the original’s sister, and they both beat up the Fruitloop.”

Harry stared at her incredulously. Beside him he could see Ron gaping, and Hermione opening and closing his mouth.

Across from them Danny rolled his eyes while Tucker and Sam laughed.

“That’s not quite how it happened.” Danny said. “But basically yeah.”

“You have a Dark Lord?” Hermione finally managed to say.

“He wishes he was a Dark Lord.” Danny said, chuckling.

“What even is a Dark Lord anywary.” Sam said, rolling her eyes. “Is it just someone who does magic you don’t agree with? What is it that makes someone a Dark Lord, and who gets to decide?”

“Sam,” Tucker interrupted, “let’s not get philosophical again.”

She huffed and crossed her arms but fell quiet.

“Besides, Vlad’s a Fruitloop, not a Dark Lord.” Danny said, rolling his eyes.

Hermione looked like she wanted to argue about the Dark Lord thing, but Ron elbowed her in the side. She glared at him, but picked up her spoon and angrily started eating again.

Harry decided to redirect the conversation. “So, why don’t you have Defense Against the Dark Arts?”

“What’s really considered dark?” Sam started, but Tucker spoke up quickly.

“I think we cover the same basic concepts when it comes to spellcrafting. And there’s classes on the different magical races–”

“The people you classify as creatures.” Sam interrupted, glaring.

Tucker continued as if she hadn’t spoken, which was probably for the best. “and their history and traditions. But that’s more of a social class. It’s still a required gen ed so we can be more aware of each other.”

“Really?” Hermione asked, sounding interested. “I wish they taught that at Hogwarts.”

Sam opened her mouth, probably to make another controversial comment, But Danny spoke over her.

“You can probably buy the textbooks to take back with you when you leave at the end of the semester.”

Harry relaxed, glad that it didn’t look like they’d be getting into another debate.

This was a strange place. But he was eager to learn more about magic, even if it was different than Hogwarts.

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Chrissie Hynde, Debbie Harry, Shirley Manson and Siouxsie Sioux.

[saints-who-never-existed]

Rereading The Terror

I was going to combine two shorter chapters again but I think each deserves its own consideration.

Chapter Fifty-Seven: Hickey

Your favourite rat-boy and mine has taken a step up in the world, at least in his own mind: "Caulker's Mate Cornelius Hickey hated kings and queens. He thought they were all blood-sucking parasites... But he found that he did not at all mind being king." Later, he dubs himself 'Commander Hickey' and soon after "reigning King of the Franklin Expedition".

He refers to his fellow mutineers in various unsavoury terms - as his "subjects" , as "lesser men", even as "dray animals". And his belief in his own inherent superiority is clear - he refers to his own "native cleverness" and his "innately superior intelligence" too.

Promotion and self-aggrandisement notwithstanding, things are going decidedly not well for the mutineers. They're still struggling back in the direction of Terror Camp/the ships but leads in the ice keep closing up and Hickey fears straying too far from land to find other options.

We see confirmation that they've only allowed Hodgson to come along - "actually, to seduce the young lieutenant into wanting to come with them" - for his navigational skill. But they've failed to steal a sextant from Crozier - "that toff Irish bastard". Without it, Hodgson and his navigational skill are of no use to them and so Hickey abruptly executes him for food - "in a clean and merciful manner." :(((

Further sign of Hickey's paranoia/mental decline comes in the form of him executing Aylmore and Thompson - his chief co-conspirators - shortly afterwards too. Searing violence and cold procedure combine, very interestingly, in this case. Hickey has Manson ("the king's consort") knock both men senseless before binding and court-martialling them for sedition before he murders them.

All three are described as "sacrifices for the greater good".

Aside from Manson, the only man that Hickey is still unwilling to kill is Goodsir. "Cornelius Hickey had a deep fear of disease and contagion" and so he still needs Goodsir to tend to any sickness, as well as to Manson himself who is still hurting from being shot by Crozier during his attempted kidnapping. "Can you remove the balls?" asked Hickey. "Cornelius" whined Magnus, "I don't want my balls removed." "I mean the bullets, darling." said Hickey.

Hickey is not, however, above torturing his captive surgeon. Goodsir is still refusing to butcher any of the dead, let alone consume them, and every time he refuses, Hickey orders Manson to maim him in various ways including cutting off his toes. :(((

The chapter closes with Hickey, riding triumphant in the lifeboat as it's once more on land being hauled along by his "dray beasts". He tears strips from a Bible in preparation for drawing lots on who among them will be killed and consumed next. They could get by for a while longer without another batch of fresh meat but that's no longer the point for Hickey. If this chapter has done nothing else, it's shown us just how terrified he is of being betrayed and mutinied against himself and the lengths to which he'll go to avoid it: "...one last public sacrifice - presumably with Magnus then having to dole out the fourth public punishment for non-compliance to Goodsir - should break any last hidden will to resist that might be left in his dray beasts' treacherous hearts."

[nigesakis]

if the terror played in prison & what i think they would be in for

Francis: DUI accident/manslaughter or assault on superior/officer

Fitzjames: con artist (tricks rich old men/women who want him. Let me have this one.)

Blanky: tried to stop bar fight and accidentally knocked a few people out

Hickey: murder, identity theft, conspiracy, etc

Hartnell and Manson: tried to sell drugs to an undercover cop, shoplifting, planned bank robbery (badly)

Tozer: assault (probably beat up someone in the audience of a football game or something)

Armitage: accidentally sprayed a government building while high and resisted arrest

Franklin: tax evasion, political crimes

Goodsir: ignored patients DNR to save them

McDonald: helped patient out of it

Stanley: medical negligence (put new nurse in responsibility for high risk patient who then died)

Gibson: wrong place, wrong time

Gore, Hodgson: got framed

Irving: harassment (make of that what you want)

Wall, Diggle: bar fights (multiple)

Dundy: gambling

Des Voeux: hate crime

Collins: drug possession, forgot to pay taxes/rent/etc

Silna: Goodsir's defendant

Bridgens: let too many kids shoplift without notifying

Little: hit & run (victim survived)... or accidentally helped criminal on the run escape

Jopson: robbery (^ criminal on the run that escaped)

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