#I WANTED TO DRAW SOMETHING SAUCIER FOR IT AND I WILL I WILL I WILL SOON!!!!

[pineappical]

companion piece to @ashesandback's fic "you'll fit so nicely (you'll keep me intact)" GO READ IT!!!!! (note that its a smut fic btw!)

[zillabean]

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[aesethewitch]

Seasonal Divination: Halloween/Samhain

I do divination throughout the year. Occasional single-card draws to see how a day will go, three-card spreads to answer questions, spirit communication with all sorts of methods, readings for others... Divination of all sorts (particularly tarot) is a pillar of my practice.

For some holidays, though, I like to do extra divinations that are specific to that holiday. New Year's Eve and Day, the Equinoxes, Midsummer, and the day of the first snowfall are examples of days I mark with special divinations.

The biggest one for me, and for many witches, is Halloween. Like a lot of others, my practice was born (and reborn!) around this time of year. Something about the atmosphere and the changing season encourages introspection and connection to the realm of magic. Whether you believe in the thinning veil or not (personally, I'm dubious about it), there is an energy to the days surrounding Halloween that can't be denied.

In my practice, I don't do Samhain or consider this to be my new year. Rather, this is the turning point where the weather tips into cold. It's a time of anticipation. Preparations for the dark half of the year start at the Autumn Equinox, but they become more urgent and real around Halloween as we take in the last fruit and vegetable harvests of the year.

Halloween is a big day for spirit work for me. This is the day when I call on my spirits to give me guidance and advice -- whatever they want to say. I don't ask any questions. I just draw and interpret using a standard spread.

The Spread

You can technically use this at any time of year, but I recently redesigned this spread specifically for Halloween and spirit work purposes.

This is an eight-card spread intended to receive general advice and guidance from spirits. In particular, I'm looking for advice I either missed, ignored, or didn't understand previously.

The cards, in order, are:

Me (or the querent), one card (1)

Opportunities, two cards (2 & 3)

Areas of growth, two cards (4 & 5)

Obstacles or warnings, two cards, one to modify opportunities, one to modify growth (6 & 7)

Wild card, the certified "yell at me" card, intended to let my saucier spirits say whatever they want within the spread (8)

So, the spread ends up looking something like this:

Using the Spread

Often, even divination is pretty casual for me. But this, like other special holiday spreads, requires a bit more involvement. Note that it doesn't really matter what time of day this reading is done, but I typically do it after nightfall.

First, I light at least one candle. Several is ideal, but one will do in a pinch. I prefer to do this at an altar or in a space that's been set up specifically for spirits to visit and use. I'll set out an offering such as whisky, coffee, bread, or cookies for the spirits in return for their wisdom. Remember: Even if your relationship isn't purely transactional, it's respectful to give something in return for a spirit's efforts.

Next, select a deck. Any deck will do, but I prefer ones that my spirits are particularly attached to. For me, this is usually my Deviant Moon Tarot, which you can see pictured above.

Now, we shuffle. I like to shuffle for jumpers, but you can do it however you like best. If no jumpers pop out, that's usually a sign that there's no message for me right now, and I ought to try again later. But sometimes, I'll feel called to stop and draw or pick a card from somewhere random in the middle of the deck. It all depends on which spirit sets their influence in the moment. Set the cards down in order as they jump or are drawn.

Once all the cards are down, interpret as usual.

The self card represents me (or you, as the case may be). It's where I am right now in the moment, how I'm feeling, and my current status.

The two opportunity cards are just that -- opportunities. These are things coming up that I should take advantage of. They could pertain to relationships, money, or life in general.

The growth cards are more personal. These are areas of focus to improve myself and grow as a person. Whether it's in relationships, spirituality, self-love, or something else, these cards represent the path of development.

The obstacle cards correspond to the opportunities or growth areas they sit between, representing the things that stand in their way. They show possible conflicts, problems, and things that will prevent growth or opportunities from reaching me, or things that will prevent me from taking those opportunities.

The wild card is a bit different. This card is intended to be a sort of "free space" for the spirits to use to say whatever they want. It could have to do with literally anything. Often, this card ends up being a message I missed or misinterpreted at the time I originally saw it, redelivered with a bit of attitude.

Take notes on your observations. I write down everything, whether I think it's relevant or not. I'll also take a picture of the spread to paste into my digital grimoire. Everything speaks. This reading looks at the next several months. Every so often, I'll come back to these notes to see how accurate it was and draw on the wisdom offered.

Once your reading is complete, thank your spirits. Sit with them for a while before blowing out the candles (or snuffing them, whichever you prefer) and cleaning up the space.

I hope this spread is useful to you! If you enjoyed this post or use this spread, please consider dropping a tip in my tip jar. Every contribution helps me keep making posts like this!

Also, if you have time, please check out my Divination Theory Survey! I'm studying sentiments surrounding digital divination and the efficacy of digital divination tools (like shufflemancy, tarot apps, and the like). Every response helps the research!

Happy Halloween!

[lucky-draws]

it's just gone penis friday here... and a very special penis friday it is for one king in particular

[tastesoftamriel]

How do you think things like theater and entertainment differs between the provinces/races of Tamriel? I imagine bawdy comedies are popular in Cyrodiil while Summerset prefer historical epics

I’ll be totally honest: I don’t have loads of time for entertainment, and when I’m catering for a banquet I’m too busy behind the scenes to be able to stop and enjoy shows! However, from what I have been able to gather, these are some of the weird and wonderful performances I’ve been lucky enough to watch across Tamriel.

Altmer

The very best entertainers from Summerset are from the House of Reveries, a time-honoured guild of mysterious masked performers who can do anything from acting to dance, music, and magic tricks. Every year, the House puts on a revue featuring the best of their talent, drawing crowds from near and far. I attended one of the revues as a guest a couple of years ago, and had an excellent time! From a historical opera about the Oblivion Crisis to fire-twirlers and a whole orchestra, the House of Reveries is without doubt the most prolific and capable of Tamriel’s entertainers. If you’re able to make it to their home in Summerset, catching any performance is definitely a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

Argonians

Argonians love music and dance, whether it’s at a tavern or a bonding ceremony! Most famous of their instruments is the vossa-satl, a keyboard instrument that’s powered by the croaks of frogs (really)! While it sounds absurd if you’ve never encountered one, there’s something beautiful about the tuned croaking that really evokes the ambiance of the deep swamps of Murkmire. Vossa-satls can be played on their own, accompanied with singing and drums, or even are even played on special occasions as quartets. An awful lot of fun to dance to as well!

Bosmer

The Bosmer are known for their entrancing shadow-puppet plays, which people come from far and wide to see. Narrated by a Tale-Spinner, these plays feature puppets made from stiff hide, whose shadows are projected against an opaque leather screen. It’s accompanied by music played on bone flutes and pipes, drums, and throat-singing that has an almost meditative quality. These puppet shows tell traditional stories Valenwood such as of Falinesti, Y’ffre, the Green Lady and Silvenar, and much more. I don’t really know what they’re on about most of the time due to the peculiar use of language and riddles used by Bosmer tale-spinners, but it’s an absolutely riveting way to spend your evening if you’re in Valenwood.

Bretons

Breton theatre is an interactive experience, so put on your dancing shoes and ready those rotten apples! Over-the-top musical comedies and dramas are a favourite of the Province, typically featuring anywhere from a handful to a couple dozen actors and a small band. The audience is encouraged to play along and it’s not uncommon to find yourself hoisted on stage to throw a pumpkin at the villain of the show! Comedic puppet shows like Punch-and-Julian are popular with young and old alike, and use cloth puppets or marionettes which are more detailed than Bosmeri shadow puppets. And of course, nobody loves The Lusty Argonian Maid’s adventures quite as much as the Bretons, so be sure to catch a performance (sometimes a themed costume party, for the saucier citizens) while you’re in High Rock!

Dunmer

Traditional Morrowind entertainment has a strong focus on magic, particularly illusion magic to scintillate the crowd (especially in areas where the Telvanni hold influence). The Dunmer are keen lovers of puppet shows, somewhat like Bosmer shadow puppets, but instead prefer the use of large, doll-like marionettes that are carved to look wonderfully realistic to show the characters and creatures of a bygone age. My favourite was an epic about St. Jiub and his quest to rid Morrowind of cliff racers, and it was accompanied by some frankly terrifying and realistic illusions of cliff racers which soared above the crowd and caused quite a panic! The Brave Little Scrib may thus be the safest bet for beginners to Dunmeri theatre, or those with a weak constitution.

Imperials

When it comes to entertainment, nobody in Tamriel puts on a show quite like the Imperials. The Arena is known for its bloody fights and betting, but has also been used for everything from huge circus performances and opera to the famous mock naval battles. The latter are a spectacular annual event where the arena floor is flooded and real ships are brought in to fight, complete with “pirates”, cannons, sword-fighting, and much more! Definitely not suitable entertainment for children, but if you love the ostentatious and over-the-top, be sure to visit the Imperial Arena (or any of the other smaller arenas that dot the Province) for some truly stunning shows.

Khajiit

In addition to their amazing skill at stringed instruments, the Khajiit are known for their dance and acrobatic skills. Traditional dancers in Elsweyr train for years at academies and temples alike, with a training regime that rivals their peers in the martial arts. This training also includes some jaw-dropping acrobatics and contortion, making Khajiiti circuses extremely popular as they travel around, usually as part of a Baandari troupe. Unlike the circuses staged in Cyrodiil, these troupes are usually made of a handful to a dozen performers, each with their own unique talents and abilities. A typical performance usually starts with dancers to warm up the crowd, followed by heart-stopping acts like trapeze, tightrope, and walking over hot coals! If you want to be wowed, be sure to grab a ticket the next time a Khajiiti circus troupe is in town; you won’t be disappointed!

Nords

You’re probably very aware of the famous Bard’s College of Solitude, one of the most prestigious institutions to study music in all of Tamriel. However, bards do far more than play the lute and sing songs. They are well-versed in recounting tales, especially historical ones (albeit with some embellishment). You’ll be on the edge of your seat listening to amazing original and time-honoured kennings and songs, preferably around the fire with a tankard of mead. While far less ostentatious than most other entertainment you’ll find in Tamriel, there’s nothing quite as cosy as a bardic evening at the tavern.

Orcs

The Orcs aren’t generally fans of theatre, but they sure do enjoy entertainment in the form of sports like Vosh ball and wrestling! Sporting events draw huge crowds of all races, meaning that you’ll find everything from hot snacks to live music in the arena. Vosh ball is a traditional Orcish sport which has been played for centuries, and is prone to getting violent, so grab a helmet (preferably one with a visor) before you sit down, and enjoy the show! Not feeling like watching? In certain cases, you can even give these sports a go in amateur rounds, but you will be asked to sign a disclaimer form…missing teeth, other injuries, and the occasional death aren’t uncommon. You’ve been warned!

Redguards

The Redguards are renowned for their poetry, song, and epic storytelling, often performed by wandering poet-explorers who live off the generosity of strangers. Unlike the traveling bards of Skyrim, you’ll usually need to visit these reclusive storytellers yourself, or host one when they’re in town! It’s well worth the trouble, as these wandering souls usually love performing with anyone else who’s game. One of my most memorable nights out was in Sentinel, where bored locals who came to listen to a visiting poet happened to bring all their talents with them. When the story about the Akaviri invasion ramped up, a few musicians struck up a tune, and for some reason a sword-swallower joined in! Entertainment in Hammerfell is a joyous community affair, and no two performances are ever alike.

[twi-liight]

Headcanons for Riddle with an s/o (they/them) that likes doting on him? Let him have nice things!!!

Since this is my first post ever for Twisted Wonderland, I decided to make it into a short fic instead. Hope that’s okay!

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“Seriously,” Ace grumbles, leaning forward to rest his chin on the top of his folded arms, “I get he’s your boyfriend and all, but you need to stop spoiling him.”

Ace has been at this for about an hour. They almost want to quip that this ‘break’ the two of them agreed upon feels more like a scolding than what it should be. So far, the jasmine tea and the assortment of treats (leftovers from Trey-senpai’s mini luncheon with the Hearts students yesterday, which Ace, Deuce and [F/N] missed because Mr.Trein caught them sleeping in class) have been untouched. Every time they try to take a small nibble of the sugared beignet, Ace opens his big fat mouth to complain about Riddle. In the back of their mind, they are aware that their next class is in about half an hour, and time flies with Ace.

They point a finger at him, as if to physically counteract his claim. This makes Ace scowl at the appendage, and the Prefect of the Ramshackle dorm merely smiles in amusement. “Spoiling him insinuates I buy him a lot of materialistic goods. Which I don’t-”

“That’s bullshit and you know it!” Ace sits up to point his finger at them now, irritation written all over his scrunched up expression. “Clover-senpai has fawned over Riddle-senpai enough and now you’re in it too? I heard from Deuce that you bought him an expensive, limited edition tea set just out of the blue. What the hell is that?”

“It’s cute!”

“It’s annoying! Every time I look at the strawberries painted on the china, I get pissed off!”

They pout at him. Their fingers reach towards the beignet again when he’s silenced.

“... Look.”

Damn it.

Ace sighs in resignation and leans back against his chair, aptly crossing his arms. “I’m not saying you can’t buy stuff for him or whatever. I just think you should lay off on the overindulging with him... Riddle-senpai has made a lot of progress after he over-blotted, and change takes progress to really settle in...”

Well, that much is true, they think. Riddle has progressed forward. His downward spiral into madness was hard to watch. The tyrannical grip he held on his subjects was out of displacement, and what he went through was nothing to bat an eye at, so Ace is right. His life was about his choices being taken from him, now he can live the rest of it making choices for himself. That includes self-growth. But still...

“I know tough love is your thing, Acey,” they say, as they twirl their index finger around before poking him on the nose, “and you’re doing it because you care about him-”

“-Ha! As if-”

“-but I just think he deserves to have nice things, you know?”

Something gives in Ace’s red eyes. They can tell he’s trying to be stubborn about it, but like them, he knows. Riddle’s childhood wasn’t his, not really. Love was mistaken for obedience. Is it so bad that they want to give him happiness in any way that they can?

Ace relaxes, huffs, and nods once.

“I’m not gonna go that easy on him,” Ace says, after a moment. He leans his cheek in his palm and gazes out towards the garden. Calmness settles over his expression. “Geez. What I’d give to have a girlfriend or boyfriend who would buy me random things. You know, I saw these limited edition mooncakes they were selling at Riddle-senpai’s favorite bakery? I really wanted them, but they were sold out when I came back…”

[F/N] smiles, content, and nods simply as if they were listening. Their hand reaches over towards the beignet. Oh, this was going to be delicious… Trey-senpai said it has chocolate cardamom filling and it’s especially tasty if one dips it in vanilla. Where’s the vanilla? Oh, there it is--

“Dorm Leader Rosehearts?!”

Damn it.

Their hand hovers over the sauciere, faltering at Ace’s exclamation. Following his gaze, there they see Riddle striding towards the two of them. He’s in his whites and reds, out of the typical Night Raven College uniform. In his expression, he seems to be scrutinizing over the fact that they and Ace are lounging about near the garden with an assortment of untouched goods.

As he draws near, they hear Ace curse under his breath. Completely opposite of the spectrum, they giggle and smile at Riddle.

He stands before them for a moment. Riddle’s gray eyes trail over their goods, before he huffs and crosses his arms. “Law of the Queen of Hearts, no. 271: One should eat lunch and leave their seat within fifteen minutes. You two should be in class right now.”

“Give me a break,” Ace groans, leaning back. “Who the heck is in class twenty minutes early?”

Riddle fixes Ace with an icy stare. Ace shuts up.

“Besides, we were waiting for you,” they chime in with a smile. Ace passes them a look that says, We were?! They promptly ignore it as Riddle’s eyes widen in slight surprise. “I wanted to give you something.”

“Bribing me, are you?” There’s wryness in his tone as Riddle smiles, obviously pleased. He pulls out the extra chair and takes a seat. “Very well.”

Ace’s entire existence has been blocked out from Riddle. They know he tries not to play favorites too much; everyone under his rule is to be treated equally, and he cannot have biases. But he’s in love with [F/N]... And like almost every law of sciences, aren’t there always exceptions to every rule? There are three exceptions to the law of demand. He’s allowed one, isn’t he?

Riddle’s body language leans towards them, ever so curious when they pull out a small white box. It’s tied sweetly with a red ribbon, the bow perfect and cute. His brows raise and Riddle looks at them.

“What’s this?” He asks, gingerly taking the box in his hands as Ace groans in the back.

“You were saying you were craving something new, since you didn’t want your palette to be tired of strawberries,” they explain as Riddle unties the bow. “I thought, what a predicament.”

“I can sense your sarcasm, you menace,” says Riddle with a smile.

“Hey, I mean it from the bottom of my heart! I felt for you! I can’t imagine what it would be like if I ever got tired of strawberries. I might break down and weep, or something.”

“Very funny. You are the epitome of comedy.”

They giggle again, and then they nod at him, signifying he should open it. Riddle smiles warmly and pops the box open…

“Oh,” Riddle gasps. “How ornate… It’s beautiful. These are-” His gray eyes widen further, recognition filling them. Riddle stares at [F/N] for a moment, mouth slightly agape. “How on earth did you get your hands on these?”

“Oh, I dunno. I sweet talk the baker. Do you like them?”

“When I saw these mooncakes, I knew I wanted to give them a try. I hear these are gifts you give to your loved ones during a full moon, which.. There will be one tonight, [F/N], I… Thank you. This is lovely. Shall we share them later tonight? I hear they are good with tea.”

They smile adoringly at him, sighing in content at the fond expression in his eyes. They lean their cheek on their palm and think, I could watch my boyfriend look like this forever…

Their eyes flit to Ace’s exasperated expression.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” Ace shouts, breaking their sweet moment.

Riddle turns and narrows his eyes at him. “What have I told you about your sudden exclamations? Be quiet. Don’t you dare sully this present my precious [F/N] has given me.”

“Yeah, Ace,” they frown. “Riddle’s ears are sensitive.”

“I-- WHAT-- YOU’RE BOTH UNBELIEVABLE! YOU WERE THE ONE WHO TOOK THE LAST MOONCAKES? AT LEAST SHARE!”

[a-libra-writes]

How the Got Characters Kiss You

How do they kiss? Where, and how much? All these questions will be answered under the cut, my friends. Finally, some frickin sauce on this blog. I’m still working on requests, btw, I added a status to the Masterlist post ^^ 

If this post lacks sauce from your favorite, gently caress my ask box so i can add em!

In this preference, you'll enjoy kisses from: Ned Stark, Robb Stark, Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, Benjen Stark, Jory Cassel, Dolorous Edd, Tormund Giantsbane, Theon Greyjoy, Yara Greyjoy, Daenerys Targaryen, Jorah Mormont, Missandei, Grey Worm, Tywin Lannister, Tyrion Lannister, Jamie Lannister, Sandor Clegane, Bronn, Petyr Baelish, Stannis Baratheon, Davos Seaworth, Margaery Tyrell, Brynden Tully, Edmure Tully, Brienne of Tarth, Ramsay Bolton, Roose Bolton, Oberyn Martell, Beric Dondarrion

NED STARK

When he was courting you, Ned really couldn’t resist giving you a small kiss on your cheek or your hand, especially when you were giving him a charming smile and trying to get him to smile, too. Once you two were properly married, he’ll give you quick pecks on the cheeks and lips when in front of others, and always lots on your hand, especially at gatherings.

In private, Ned would really enjoy longer, slower kisses. If you noticed a gloomy look cross his face, surprising him with one would distract him quite a bit. When you’re snuggling in bed and being more intimate, he wants to hold you close and give you deep, heavy kisses that leave both of you out of breath.

ROBB STARK

Robb’s kisses are eager and sweet, and when he parts from you, he has the happiest, dorkiest smile on his face. He doesn’t mind giving you these kisses in public, as long as it's not at an inappropriate time. In fact, he rather likes it; he wants everyone to know how much he loves you. 

When you two are alone, he’s much saucier, his eager kisses turning more desperate and confident as he brings you to him. He loves to sneak up behind you and pick you up while kissing your ears and neck. Sometimes in the morning he’ll pepper you with lots of sleepy kisses, usually ending with him tickling too much and you having to kick him a bit in revenge.

SANSA STARK

When you two were first starting out, Sansa was more than comfortable holding your hand, walking arm in arm and even a quick kiss to your cheek. The court assumed you two were merely good friends. She was more shy in private, because it was all very new, but as she became more confident Sansa would give you the most kisses during cuddle times. She thought it was fun to give you a lot at once to make you blush. 

When you both are intimate is when she wants longer ones that even have a little biting. She's way too good at finding spots that make you blush and react the most.

JON SNOW

At first, Jon’s kisses were rather shy and unsure, and he definitely didn’t want to do anything like that in front of anyone. Now that you two have been together, he likes the quick kisses you both exchange when you get a moment, and when you both are alone, he doesn’t waste time in giving you a proper one. 

His kisses went from more shy to deep and full of emotion, especially as his comfort and love grew. He really enjoys long cuddle and kissing sessions, especially if he’s worn from the day he’s had. No matter how careful he’d try to be, he’d often get carried away and leave several marks on your neck and chest. Your neck is his favorite spot to kiss and rest his head.

BENJEN STARK

Even when you both were just starting out, you could tell he was holding back with playful pecks and little nips. He can’t show off your relationship in public, so behind closed doors Benjen alternates between taking his time with slow kisses or giving lovebites to any bit of your neck and legs he can get ahold of. You could get lost in the way he pins you down and gives you a long kiss, especially when it’s been so long since you both were together, but his wandering hands always distract you and make you both pull apart for breath. 

He loves to mark up any part of your body, from your neck to your chest and thighs and stomach. Sometimes the bites are more playful and proceeded with kisses, sometimes they’re proper little bruises that are scattered around your skin.

JORY CASSEL

When you two are in more public settings, he’ll give you shy and gentlemanly kisses on your hands or lips, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention. If he’s missing you or feeling a bit lonely, he’d tug you to an empty hall and get a few proper kisses before returning to his duties. When you both are alone, Jory can’t help but give you lots of kisses while you’re reading or in the middle of something. 

He loves long, lingering kisses, especially when he pulls away and gets to see your sweet expression. His favorite place to kiss is wherever makes you giggle the most, but he recently discovered that spot that makes you gasp and grab him, so he’s been taking advantage of that, too.

EDD TOLLETT

Edd may not have the most experience, but he doesn’t lack for enthusiasm. He’ll hold your chin or arm while he gives you a kiss, preferably a long one that leads to you opening your mouth for him. He has kind of a - okay a big weakness for the little noises you make while you both kiss. It makes him really hate the tons of layers he has to wear. 

The problem is he has a habit of initiating these kisses when you both should be working or are in a room that anyone could walk into, so he has to pull away and make some stupid joke to calm himself down. Once you both alone, he wants to finish where he left off. His favorite spots are your hips and stomach because of how much you shiver.

TORMUND GIANTSBANE

Tormund loves you and he wants lots of kisses, anytime, all the time! Sometimes if he’s high energy or just feeling affectionate, he’ll greet you with a deep kiss, regardless of whose around. He doesn’t really get little pecks on the cheeks or hands when he can just pull you in his arms and kiss all over your face and cheeks while you laugh and try to push him off. When you both are drinking with everyone, he especially can’t help throwing an arm around you and giving lots of affection. If you come out of the blue and give him a kiss, he grins like a dork and immediately tries to hold you and deepen it.

Little surprise, he’s just the same when you’re both alone. He really loves kissing inside your legs and from there, up to your breasts and neck. He loves it when his beard makes you giggle, and he totally wants more smooches once you both are cuddling and tired afterward.

THEON GREYJOY

He totally knows when it’s inappropriate to kiss you, but he’ll do it anyway, sometimes resulting in you two getting side-eyed by lords or servants. If the room is especially crowded and busy, and he thinks he can get away with it, he’ll totally move your hair aside and kiss up your neck and shoulders. You usually have to elbow him before anyone catches on. He’s pretty stoked when you initiate the kisses; it’s a big ego boost and eases an insecurities he might have about a lady like you being with him.

Of course, when you both are alone, he can go all out and he likes you give you lots of kisses and hickeys on your neck and body. He’s not big into very sensual or lovey dovey kissing sessions; it’s almost always a prelude to something more.

YARA GREYJOY

Yara only knows teasing kisses that become much deeper, usually followed by bites and tongue. She's not one for quick pecks - it's all or nothing. When she's in the middle of ordering her crew, she won't have patience for PDA, but when it's time to wind down for the evening and enjoy a mug of wine, she expects you in her lap. She has no problem giving you hungry, biting kisses in front of her men, so they know to never mess with you. 

She's much of the same in private, except you'll get far more love bites, and not just on your neck. Yara would definitely be pleased with you not covering them up the next day. As much as she enjoys your mouth, she likes leaving all sorts of marks on your breasts.

DAENERYS TARGARYEN

While she really enjoys any of your kisses, she can’t get them as much as she wants during the way. She has to put up a strong front as a khaleesi and queen, after all, but she loves any kisses you two steal when no one is around. She’d want a proper one, deep on the lips - none of these little pecks on the cheek or hand.

When you two are alone, Dany really wants to make up for lost time. If she’s been feeling frustrated, she’ll want rougher, longer kisses that lead to running hands up each other’s bodies and eventually ending up on the bed. If she’s in a more romantic and relaxed mood, she likes cuddling and kissing wherever she can get at, especially the places you’re ticklish. She’s the worst about abusing your tickle spots.

JORAH MORMONT

Jorah’s glad to kiss your cheek or hand when you two are busy throughout the day, but when he kisses your lips, he wants something much deeper. He wants to get lost in them, holding you and running a hand down your back. So naturally, he waits until you both are alone to do so. Jorah would be perfectly content with a long make-out session, complete with lots of cuddling and praising - he really just melts in situations like that.

He’s happy to kiss wherever you please, but his personal favorite spots are your cute lips and warm thighs. He only feels a liiiittle bad if you complain about having to hide hickeys on your neck, honestly he’ll leave them wherever makes you squirm the most.

MISSANDEI

Missandei’s kisses started as sweet, but a little unsure. She’d be fine giving you kisses on the cheek or neck, but she’d prefer you to initiate kisses on the lips, at least at first. For a while she was very shy about you kissing her in public, especially in front of Danaerys and her council, but then she began to like the idea of you being proud of the relationship and not wanting to hide it.

When you two are alone, she really started to enjoy sitting in your lap while you two kissed, even if it was just little ones, and goodnight kisses are a must. She enjoys giving pecks to your collarbone and neck because of how warm they feel.

GREY WORM

He was very bashful of your attention at first, unsure of what to do, but he knew he liked it. He started to really like kisses on his cheek, because he swore he could feel it all day, and he began to do the same with you. It would take time for him to get used to exactly how to kiss and where, and he’d appreciate your gentle instruction once you both were alone.

His favorite thing is to kiss your forehead or brow in the morning, especially when you’re half-asleep and you squint your face into that cute expression. Sometimes when you’re working he likes to sit next to you and surprise you with a kiss, just so you’ll make more cute faces.

TYWIN LANNISTER

He’s quite stern about minimizing public affection with you, especially in the court of King’s Landing, but if you ask sweetly he’ll relent with a quick kiss to your cheek or lips. He’ll often bring your fingers to his lips, though, especially during feasts and galas. If you visit him in the Tower of the Hand, he’s more receptive to proper kisses, but he’ll just tell you to be patient if you try for anything more. 

Once you two are in your shared chambers, Tywin will give you deep, sometimes harsh kisses that end with him leaving love bites on your neck or chest. It matters little to him if you’ll have to cover it the next day; if anything, he’s amused when you get flustered by it. If he’s been feeling irritated or jealous, he’ll purposefully leave ones that’ll take a few days to fade.

TYRION LANNISTER

Initially, Tyrion wasn’t sure if you were comfortable with him giving you lots of public attention. He still has his insecurities, after all, but when you began to kiss his cheek in front of the court while you said goodbye or would kiss his hand after he made you giggle, he became more confident. Now he takes a special pleasure in giving you sweet pecks during feasts and in court, so everyone knows how happy you two are.

When you both are alone, Tyrion is even more affectionate and is happy for you to be the same. He loves it when you give him a deep kiss when he’s stressed from work, and when you’re feeling tired, he’ll kiss and spoil you all over until you feel better.

JAMIE LANNISTER

Both you and Jamie were careful to not show any outward affection in court, but sometimes he wouldn't be able to help himself and he’d pull you into an empty hall to give you a deep and needy kiss. Alone he’d like to give you even more, biting your lips and ears and neck, leaving marks and teasing you to be quieter. 

When he returned from being captured, he suddenly didn’t mind taking your hand and kissing your cheek, but there was a somberness to it. When you both are alone, he’ll pull you close by the waist and softly kiss your and nuzzle into your neck. He’d start to appreciate just cuddling and having long kisses, especially when you initiate it, so he knows you still love and want him.

SANDOR CLEGANE

Any kisses you’d give to his cheek or his lips would startle him, as he wouldn’t be used to the affection at all, and he wouldn’t want to show it openly. He wouldn’t want the court to look down on you, being with someone like him. Still, he craved it, and sometimes in an empty hall he’d hold you so tight it almost hurt, and he’d greedily return whatever you gave him. 

Once you two were alone he’d have all that pent-up frustration and longing to let out. Sandor is always rough and messy with his bites and kisses, but he’d slow down if you began to kiss his scars and stroke him lovingly (just a little slower, tho). He gets very flustered with your sweeter and more sensual kisses.

BRONN OF BLACKWATER

If you don't care about gratuitous PDA, then Bronn will just help himself, kisses are obviously included in this package. He loves to keep you in place in his lap or against the wall while he kisses up your chest, to your neck, then finally getting your lips. It's always rather quick and rough; he only slows down to give you a harsh love bite that he'll keep coming back to so it stays. Bronn couldn't care if someone walked in, he'd just ignore them.

He's essentially the same in private, but he'll be stripping your clothes away to leave rough kisses there. It's a bit hard to pull him in a sweeter or sensual kiss because he's just not used to it, it'd have to be when he's dozing off or just waking up.

PETYR BAELISH

In front of the court, Petyr is a perfect gentleman with you. He knows exactly how much affection is appropriate, which is usually just chaste pecks to the cheek or hand. Even before you two were married, he took little risk, only giving you kisses on your hair or hands while he escorted you somewhere.

Being alone with him was utterly different. Sometimes he’d steal a passionate kiss in an empty hall, but that was rarely enough. Once you two were in his private chambers in the brothel or your shared home, he’d want to make up for plenty of lost time. He’d want you in his lap so he could shower you with bites and rough kisses that made you squirm. Petyr was rarely gentle when it was just the two of you; there’s always a sort of desperation to his actions that make you wonder if he worried you’d disappear.

STANNIS BARATHEON

No surprise, Stannis is a bit shy about any public kisses unless it’s a stressful situation … or you’re just being particularly lovely. He’d give kisses on your hand, maybe on top of your head, and maaaybe a proper kiss if you initiate it, but it’d be quick. While he’d truly appreciate the affection, he’d take some time to get used to it, and he’s not big on PDA to begin with so it’ll never be overly loveydovey.

In private, he’s much more open to giving and receiving kisses, and he’d prefer if you initiated it (it makes him feel very loved). He’s especially weak when you hold his face and kiss from his jaw to his lips. It’s when you two are intimate that he especially likes deep kisses that last until you’re short of breath, and he often leaves several on your neck and - when he’s down there - the insides of your thighs.

DAVOS SEAWORTH

He’d always want to give you a kiss goodbye, preferably on your lips, but he’d settle for cheeks if you both were in a more proper situation. He loves it when you initiate kisses of any kind, but especially if you pull him into a deep one before he has to go somewhere. 

When you’re alone, Davos will give you several kisses as the mood strikes him, which is often. When you get him in bed and you’re wanting something more, he was bashful at first, but then grew to love how affectionate you were. His favorite spot was your chest because your skin was so warm and flushed, and he could hear your heart beating.

MARGAERY TYRELL

Since the whole court believes you two are great gal pals, Margaery takes advantage of this by giving you little pecks on your cheek throughout the day, sometimes kissing quite close to your lips if she’s feeling daring. Once you two are finally alone, she wants lots of sweet ones, lots of deep ones, just lots of kissing in general. Sometimes she likes to turn a chaste kiss you give to something more, holding your face and urging your lips to part, just so she can grin at your flushed cheeks once she pulls away.

Goodnight and good morning kisses are non-negotiable. Margaery will give a love bite for each one you leave, so watch out. Sometimes if she’s feeling mischievous, she’ll kiss your ear or neck real quick while people aren’t paying attention.

BRYNDEN TULLY

In public, he likes to give you kisses on your cheek or your brow, but he’s more open at feasts or tourneys, when less people are paying attention to you two. Then he wouldn’t mind getting a proper kiss, albeit a short one. If he’s in an especially good mood and had several drinks, he’d risk kissing your neck or shoulder, just to see you blush.

In private, Brynden likes having you in his lap so he can reach your lips and neck better. If you’re feeling up to it, he’d want to slip your dress down to kiss down to your cleavage. It’s also his favorite spot once you two are in bed.

EDMURE TULLY

He dotes on you all the time anyway, so of course he likes to kiss your hands, cheeks and lips whenever he can get away with it. Even in front of his bannerlords, he'll forget himself and give you a kiss goodbye or in greeting. 

When you both are alone, he can get really lost in your kisses and you have to teasingly remind him to get back to his duties. He’ll happily spend as much time as you want making out, especially when you two are just lounging after a long day. He really loves it when your hair is tied up, so he can kiss your neck and down your back.

BRIENNE OF TARTH

Before you two were together, you liked to give her kisses on the cheek in lieu of thanks, mostly because it flustered her to death. It still kind of does, but now Brienne will turn her head and properly kiss you if you both are alone. She prefers to remain vigilant while guarding you, so affection in public is limited to occasional kisses on the hand. You think it's very cute and knightly of her.

In private, Brienne really loves any kisses you have to offer, even if she was initially shy in returning them. She enjoys kissing along your shoulders and back, especially when you two bathe.

RAMSAY BOLTON

Ramsay’s kisses can be summed up in two words: Hungry and desperate. He never kisses lightly. It’s always sudden and deep, and he’s quick to want to pin your tongue or bite your lips. It doesn’t really matter if you two can be seen, he wants others to see what he can do to you. 

When you two are alone and more intimate, he wants to bite and kiss all over, and he’s got the damn determination to pin you down and leave marks on any spot he can get at. He’s especially excited when he draws blood, because he can kiss and lick it up. Your neck is the first place that gets the rough treatment, because he loves feeling how your throat moves when you moan.

ROOSE BOLTON

While most of the other Lords wouldn’t think Roose would be capable of such things, he’s quite physically affectionate when it comes to you, and kissing is no exception. In public, the most he’ll do is kiss your hands, but he welcomes any you have to give him, especially since it shocks so many people.  

When you’re both in your chambers, he’s far more willing to kiss whatever part of you he happens to be desiring. Sometimes he’ll pin you to a wall and kiss and suck your neck and lips until your jelly, other times he’ll give sweet kisses leading from your lips to your chest. You really don’t know what you’ll get until he does it.

OBERYN MARTELL

Oberyn always wants kisses, and he wants them everywhere and all the time. A bit of an exaggeration, but not far off. He loves the light morning kisses that turn into something more, catching you in the hall midday and peppering you with lots of playful ones, pulling you into his lap at dinner and kissing all over your neck and cheeks, and lots of sensual ones at night that cover your whole body. 

The Martell prince just really can’t keep his mouth to himself, and he delights in any you give back to him. If he was really pressed to pick favorites, he’d love the kisses he gives your neck and chest because of the sounds you make, especially when he starts biting.

BERIC DONDARRION

Beric wants lots of sweet kisses between the two of you, and he doesn't care who sees. He'll even initiate deeper, passionate ones when you both around the campfire, totally ignoring his men whistling and teasing. He loves to show off how much you two love each other. 

If you ask him where his favorite spot to kiss is, it'll change every day. He just likes your different reactions to how he kisses and where he bites. Giving him a surprise kiss out of nowhere during the day or when he first wakes up will make his brain short circuit a little.

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One Week 7

This one’s a little shorter since it’s the end. But hope everyone likes it.

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THURSDAY:

Y/N is completely lost in the beauty of these underground water caves. She is more than grateful that Alexa and Pixie found this tour. It’s the best way to end this little holiday in Mexico. It also doesn’t hurt to feel Harry’s warmth behind her as they walk further in. His hand at her hip steadying her, although she doesn’t need any steadying. His warmth, his presence, this is something she’s missed so long and to think that she won’t have it tomorrow is heart-wrenching, for the both of them.

Harry is sort of in his head, wondering how this entire holiday affair is going to come to a close now that they’re parting ways. But how can he just pretend nothing ever happened when his heart beats for her? How is he supposed to get on a plane and then drift away from her when they’re landing in the same city? There’s no way he can forget what has transpired between them, he can’t just let this candle go out, the flame is so strong, he doesn’t want to just extinguish it and pretend it had never been lit again.

Through the day’s activities, he just finds himself looking to her, sure, they’re seeing these incredible reefs and creatures he’s never even heard of, but he still manages to steal glances at her from beneath the water, who in the world looks cute with a scuba mask on? He can’t name a single person other than Y/N. He decides that he doesn’t care what everyone thinks or says, he’s going to make this last day worth their while.

“You’re quite handsy today.” Y/N giggles as Harry nuzzles into the crook of her neck, his breath tickling at her skin in the most delightful way as his arms hug around her midsection.

“S’our last day here.” He explains and she frowns a bit. It’s not like she wasn’t aware of that, she was just deciding not to think of it, she would ward off the thoughts as soon as they came around.

“I know, it sucks doesn’t it?” She asked and he hummed.

“Sit with me at dinner, yeah?”

“Yeah, alright.” She smiled.

**********

This is what it had always been like when they were together. Hands intertwined, exchanging teasing little looks every now and again. There was one point in the dinner where he leaned in and kissed her forehead, it was a sweet and unexpected gesture, and quite frankly no one seemed shocked that this was transpiring in front of them. So as their dinner began wrapping up Harry leaned in closer to Y/N’s seat, his warm breath making her giggle a bit, not just because of the story Mesh was sharing with the group.

“Your room or my room?” He asked in a whisper, making her draw her neck a bit to avoid the soft tickles against the shell of her ear.

“Doesn’t matter.” She responded, giving his hand a little squeeze.

“Okay, my room is it, it’s further away from everyone else’s and I plan on using that to my advantage.” He grinned, she didn’t see it, but she could hear it in the tone of his voice that he was.

“Whatever you say, H.” She teased and he just chuckled softly.

Despite her little dig at him, Y/N was more than excited to be in that moment, she would fast forward if she could, and Harry certainly would want to as well, but that was her power over him. Patience. She had tons of it and he had so very little, especially when it came to the saucier and more carnal wants. She was beyond amused when he’d guide their hands just a bit higher from where they had been resting originally, low on his thigh, right above his knee. Now they were halfway up his thigh and he was getting even more and more impatient, silently begging her to tease him a bit more.

For him, the dinner seemed to drag on and on until the first person excused themselves from the table, more than ready to get to bed since they had an early flight. Slowly everyone started breaking away until it was just them two, Nick and Mesh.

“Leave first so we can confirm what’s been going on this whole trip.” Nick said with a knowing and smug grin.

“What’re you talking about?” Y/N challenged and Nick rolled his eyes.

“We all know about it, stop playing innocent you two.”

“We’re not playing at anything, why don’t you go?” She asked.

“Because we want to stay out and star gaze.” Mesh cut in and Harry groaned in annoyance as he stood.

“Let’s just go, Y/N.”

“What?” She giggled.

“They might be a pair of little shits but they aren’t idiots.” He said making Nick and Mesh giggle and snigger, “C’mon, s’our last night here.” He appealed once more and she sighed. Letting him pull her along down the corridors and finally to his room.

“You made me look a fool.” She pouted as they entered and he chuckled.

“Think you did it all on your own.” He said making her laugh a bit, because he was 100% correct.

He walked towards her until the backs of her knees had hit his bed, making her stumble down into the fluffy white sheets. He hovered over her and kissed her slowly, taking his time in tasting her mouth and letting her moan into the kiss as he rolled his hips onto hers. Slowly, his lips started traveling down her body, making her body raise and writhe beneath his. When he reached her shorts, his eyes hungrily took hers in. All she did was offer a little nudge to encourage him further. In a minute his face was buried between her legs kissing at her eagerly, but not really going in yet. He was building her up and Y/N was becoming impatient.

“Please, just get to it.” She whined and he chuckled, letting his tongue lick up the inside of her thigh, giving soft, playful bites.

“You’re gonna wait, love. Know how long I’ve waited to be between your legs again?” He responded, voice all low and breathy, making the deepest part of her tummy coil up tight.

He continued his teasing kisses, bites, and licks until her grip on his hair was becoming unbearable, then he finally patted the side of her thigh, silently asking her to raise her bum so he could remove her underwear, and as soon as the flimsy barrier was gone, he went in so quickly. Buried in her was an understatement, he was drowning in everything that was her and honestly, he’d have it no other way. He was relishing in the sounds of pleasure erupting sweetly from her throat. He loved the way her body moved in response to his. Yeah, sex isn’t everything, but they always seemed to be so in tune with each other, on the same frequency, it was incredible. The lust he had for her was nearly as great as the love he had for her, he just wanted her because he found her gorgeous and enticing, but then his heart also loved to remember just how wonderful she was under all the superficial stuff, it was a perfect mix.

“Fuck, I’m right there!” She gasped as he sunk two fingers into her deeply, thrusting them in hard without really pulling them out, just steadily fucking her with them, his lips gently sucking at her clit until her back was arching, and her words were incoherent, and until she just completely froze for a second or two before letting out a broken and whimpered, “Oh fuck, H.” And coming undone.

If he could memorize the moment and relive it over and over he would. And just like that he was quickly scrambling back up to be level with her. The two were breathlessly kissing each other. Y/N’s hands hungrily slid down his body, feeling where his shorts were tented and groping and rubbing at him with this non-extinguished fire in the pit of her stomach.

“No break?” He chuckled softly and she shook her head.

“Nuh-uh. Want you. I need you.” She confessed as she blindly worked at the drawstrings fastening the bothersome article of clothing to his hips.

“Lemme help you, love.” He smiled at her impatience, kneeling over her, untying the knot with far more ease than her. Y/N looked on, a bit impatiently might he add, her mouth watering at the idea of feeling his heavy cock on her tongue. He was about to stand to completely throw off his shorts, but she stopped him.

“Wait, come closer.” She requested and he did so, looking down at her, knowing what was coming, so his eyes were dark and his breath bated in anticipation as he hovered over her face. He watched with a turning tummy as the held herself up on her hands, her eyes not even meeting his own as she said, “Fuck my mouth. Please.”

“Only because you said please.” He teased and she sniggered a bit as he came even closer, his warmth adding the warmth she was feeling around her body in response to her bold request. She wanted to take him right as he pressed the soft tip of his cock against her bottom lip, “Shit.” He groaned softly, watching as the eager rubs of his own thumb against his cock made him leak against her lips.

She waited patiently, up until this point Harry hadn’t been how he had been in their relationship. He hadn’t held back until he wanted to fuck her on every surface in sight. He hadn’t held back, made himself wait, made her wait, to feel him sinking into her in slow and measured thrusts, he’d just been enjoying it as it came. But right now Y/N knew she’d handed over the reins, they both knew he was in charge, and she didn’t mind one bit. She loved testing her own will power, but they both knew that the one with any will power at all was him. He thrived off of her hunger and need for him, it made him feel so good to know that she was dripping between her legs because she wanted his cock. That she was breathing raggedly, throat bobbing as she swallowed hard because her mouth was watering for his cock. So when she’d tell him that no one’s ever made her cum as hard as he had, he believed it and took it to heart, he wanted to be the best one, the record holder in her life, the one she compared everyone to (if they never ended up together). That’s what gave him pleasure, knowing all of that, because somehow, someway, all of that meant that even if they weren’t together, she was still his.

“Whose good girl are you?” He asked, voice husky, revealing how his resolve was starting to break.

“Yours.” She said softly and he smiled.

“A little louder fo’me, love.”

“M’yours, your good girl.” She repeated with more confidence and he nodded.

“Fuck yes, you are.” He responded, “Open up f’me.” Y/N did as she was told, opening her mouth and feeling her whole body relax as he rested his cock against her tongue, “Suck my cock, baby. You do it so good.” He said breathlessly, tucking some hair behind her ear as her lips tightened all snug around him, sucking him off eagerly, then settling his hand behind her ear, urging her to take him deeper, now it was his turn. She relaxed as he made himself more comfortable, inching a bit closer as he started to gently thrust into her mouth. He groaned as he sunk in deep and held himself there for a few seconds before drawing back and starting to thrust consistently again. He continued this way until he started drawing closer to the edge, “Okay, okay,” he eased out of her, “Need to fuck you.” He panted a bit, rearranging himself until he was under her.

“Ready?” She asked and he nodded, his head fell into the pillows as she sunk lower and lower onto him. Humming low when she fully sat and started rolling her hips.

“Fuck, that’s it.” He whispered as she added a little bounce to her movements. He looked up at her and was in total awe. Hair down, eyes closed, mouth slightly ajar as she moaned about how big he was. Her boobs bouncing so nicely with the rhythm of her fucking onto him… noticing all of these things suddenly had him more than far gone. Even more so when she clenched around his dick, “I’m gonna cum, love.” He warned and her eyes opened, looking straight into his.

“So soon?” She grinned, knowing full well it was her fault.

“Can’t help it when you’re fucking me so good, lovie.” He groaned as she sped up.

“Then cum. Cum for me, H.” She panted.

“Fucking hell.” He nearly gasped as she sank down into him hard and started rolling her hips, getting him nice and deep into her. In seconds his arms were wrapping around her waist, flipping them over quickly. He started thrusting into her in hard and deep until he just stilled inside of her. His whole body was covered in goosebumps as he spilled into her. He made no effort to move, he just held himself on his elbows, pushing her hair away from her face and kissing her deeply.

That’s how their night went. Over and over, with some breaks in between until it was 3am. They were going to be leaving in a few hours and really, they were both agreed that despite their promise to keep in tough, it wouldn’t really happen.

“Are you sleeping?” Y/N whispered, turned towards him.

“No.” He responded, voice hoarse and deep.

“Hold me.” She said and he opened his eyes at that and smiled before moving around until she was resting against him and his arms were holding her securely.

“I’m really gonna miss you.” He said and she hummed.

“Me too, but we’re gonna be in the same place for a while, no? We can hang out.” She suggested.

“Promise we will?” He asked and she nodded. There was no way she could go years without him again. It was literally torture.

“Lets try to sleep a little, otherwise we’ll be dead tomorrow.” She said and he couldn’t agree more.

When her alarm went off several hours she groaned and loosened herself from his grip.

“Already?” Harry groaned.

“Need to pack.” She reminded and he huffed.

“Okay, kiss me.” He whined and she smiled, bending over him and pressing her lips to his gently, one kiss led to a few more, and before they could get carried away again she managed to pull away.

“I’ll come back when I’m done, swear.” She said and he looked up at her.

“Y’better.”

And she did, they opted to skip breakfast and spend a little more time together. The drive to the airport was a bit long, so they also took advantage of that. He made her a playlist for the plane ride, held hands with her, and got her new number. This time around things would be different, their friendship would hopefully blossom into what used to be. Into something wonderful and worth fighting for. Unfortunately, they were seated in different sections, so they were separated from that point on. The flight was long and grueling, but when they landed everyone said their goodbyes and headed off in their own directions.

***** One Week Later *****

The day had been long, but it was warm out, and Y/N decided that she’d need a huge relaxing evening after work. Her ex had contacted her about somethings regarding the engagement party they cancelled. He was more argumentative than geared towards solving the issue they had, which was expected, but still stressful. She had been tempted to text Harry, but she felt that maybe she needed to get herself together a bit before doing that. Also, she was hoping he’d be the first one to reach out, just to ensure that he truly wanted to keep her in his life. He had yet to contact her and that kind of hurt her feelings. Once she got home she made some dinner and broke out a bottle of wine and decided to cry over the idealism of her favorite romcoms.

Harry himself was having a stressful week. With work stress, a stalker, and his pending friendship with Y/N, he was a little all over the place. He felt good about how things left off, but he was hoping she would have texted him by now, to show that she truly wanted him around. She tended to flee when she was afraid of what could come, and they certainly had fallen into a potentially frightening groove over their holiday. He just wished she wouldn’t be scared. Maybe she was waiting on him to make a gesture. She had ended things because she felt like there wasn’t any space for her, but he didn’t want her to think that ever again. If there was space in his heart, he would certainly make some in his life. First, he ensured that she still lived in the same place, once that was figured out he would surprise her and let her know what was on his mind.

**********

Y/N was sniffling along to the film Comet. It was one of her favorites. In her mind she kept reminding herself that sometimes things happen for a reason. She felt that in a way her relationship with Harry was much like Dell and Kimberly’s, timing was hard. Or that they were soulmates for a time, but not meant to be each other’s forevers. The mere idea just made her heart sink as she cried a little bit more. She decided in that moment that she needed to reach out, she needed to make sure that he didn’t slip through her fingers ever again. She scrambled across her flat to where her purse was in her bedroom. She grabbed her phone and dialed his number, walking back to her living room, pacing back and forth waiting for an answer, then there was none. She tried once more and again, no answer. Her eyes were swelling with tears at the possibility that the holiday marked the end of her and Harry. Suddenly, there were some knocks on her door and she groaned.

“Omg go away…” she whispered to whoever could be at her door as she tried him again, just for there to be no answer again. Then there was another round of knocks and with a groan she put her phone down and headed off to the door, swinging it open in irritation only to be met with the one person she was trying to speak to.

“Are you alright?” He asked when he saw her face, tear stained and set in a worried frown.

“Harry!” She sighed, hugging around his chest, hiccuping slightly. Despite the bouquet in his hand he hugged her tight, “Was watching Comet and I just, what if that’s us. What if what we had-” she sobbed and he cut her off.

“Don’t even say it.” He said hugging her tighter, “Tha’ could never be us because I love you.” He said softly, easing her, “Love you so fucking much, Y/N.” He repeated.

“I love you too.” She assured, pulling back a bit to meet his eyes.

“That’s why I’m here. I just needed to tell you that I know that we didn’t work out, but that was before. I’m different now, you’re different now. And I really believe that you were made for me. I will never let you forget that again, I won’t.” He said to her, “Even brought you flowers to say sorry for the radio silence this week-”

“Hey, s’alright.” She said, “We’re together now.” She sniffled.

“Now and always.” He said reassuringly with a smile.

“Promise?” She smiled.

“Fuck yeah.” He said, “Now stop crying and kiss me, ‘cause I’ve missed the taste of your lips, lovie.” He said softly, making her melt.

“Mkay.” She whispered.

She tiptoed to be level enough with his lips, and kissed him gently to show him that this wasn’t a physical need, but a need from her heart. A kiss that made him drop the bouquet in his hands and hold her face softly between his large hands. A kiss that stole their breaths away. And a kiss that reassured them that, that week they shared meant a second chance for them.

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💘 - How about something a bit saucier, Captain? 🖤

"Everything I Wanna Do - Nickelback."

She's got a dirty mouth, tastes so clean with every taste of me.

You know that every single thing she does.

She does for me, because it's what I'm dreaming of.

And she likes to take her time.

A more then fortunate, form of torture.

And she likes to touch and tease.

It's always fun for me, it's always unbelievable.

She'll do every naughty thing I want

My baby, she's up for anything I wanna do.

She's a giver and it gets her off.

My baby, she's into everything I wanna do.

If it was on TV, or ever in a magazine.

She could take the fantasy and make it a reality.

She delivers every dirty thought.

My baby, she's into everything I wanna do.

And she knows every spot.

Exactly where it's at, and she could draw a map.

I tell you her tongue, is like a weapon.

And she's always threatening, to be the death of me.

[vanilla0chinchilla]

ya know you've mentioned that OzxVera is your third favorite ship but I don't think you've ever really talked about it. So I'm curious: how would you picture their relationship?

Oh yeah!  You’re completely correct.  I think that’s cause I find less fanart/fanfics about it, and I haven’t really taken the time to draw Vera.  Heck, for a while I was afraid to try and romance her, because I heard she was one of the hardest routs, but during a game where I was trying to woo Miri, I accidentally ended up seducing/being seduced by Vera???

So it starts off with the typical “Vera bossing someone around to assert dominance” only to find out that underneath the awkwardness and thirst, Oz is a big sweet heart.  Better yet, he knows where and when to do his big romantic gestures, so they wont embarrass her or will act as a huge powerplay to people she’s trying to impress.  

When I ship him with Vera, I imagine Oz is also a really good cook, and spends a lot of time cooking for Vera.  At first she didn’t want to eat something that was home made (or at least by someone outside of her family, and who wasn’t paid and background checked) but she was impressed by all the work Oz put in.

For the saucier headcanons: Oz was very up front about the fact that he’s into dominant women.  He told her because he wanted to be honest, and let her know that when ever she would order him to do something, or step on him, it’d get him super hot, and maybe she should stop hanging around him.  She was into that, but she admired how honest he was, and how he wasn’t a just doing her bidding to get his rocks off.  

Also, she does dominate him, but they also do vanilla a lot.  And Oz always services hr well when she’s had a long day and needs her rest.  They never do weird public BDSM, because consent is important, and no one in public consented to see their weird shit 8I

Also, sorry this got so long.

[sixthmoon]

So my blog technically isn’t nsfw, like I don’t reblog porn on this thing. (Which, I was ignorant of this fact in the past but in recent years I have learned the legal definition of porn, which is if penetration is involved it’s pornographic. Nipples and genitals aren’t pornographic by definition.) But I am redblooded so I have reblogged some saucier pics on this thing. And yep, those reblogs are indeed flagged. So, maybe I can just get rid of the flagged posts. I mean it’s giving into this site but if it’s a simple matter then- good god I have reblogged a lot of stuff. Thousands. Of stuff. 

Screw it, I’ll give my “blog” here a viking funeral when the date draws near. Maybe I’ll make a new blog here. Maybe not? I dunno. To any who read this, have a good day and stay creative! Even if uncle tumbles doesn’t want you SINNING.

[Did I accidently reblog pron this thing!? I don’t even know anymore I have reblogged so much stuff on this blog. I am not gonna waste a day to look for something that may or may not exist and my paranoid mind probably dreamed it up on its own. Ya hecked up, tumblr.]

[shiny124]

Distraction Tactics

Summary: Bucky’s looking a bit down and Nat decides he could use some cheering up

Warnings: a bit of flirting, but nothing major, its all just fluff

My mama thought this drawing (I don’t own it but props to the artist who does) would make a good story. So I wrote this for her. Love you mama :)

“Come on Steve, you take longer to get ready than half the girls I know!” Nat yelled down the hall from the kitchens, “What the hell is taking you so long?”  

A low chuckle escaped Bucky’s lips as he heard Steve call back for her to watch her language. It reminded him of a long ago time; a time when he was the one pulling Steve’s ass out of trouble, he never imagined it would be Steve saving his life. Sighing to shake free of the memory he looked once more at the person before him. They had his eyes and his face, but the set of their jaw, the hardness in those eyes, and the expression they wore had never belonged to him. The man he remembered was carefree and always wore a cocky grin, but these days his expressions were hard and emotionless, like he was carved from stone.

With a sigh he closed his eyes and ran his hands through his hair. Not that that helped any, every time he closed his eyes he saw it, everyone he executed in the name of HYDRA, the guilty and the innocent alike. They flashed through his mind like bullets from a gun. They wouldn’t stop; he just kept seeing them over and over again, the nails of his right hand digging into his palm. It still wasn’t enough; he needed action, something else for his mind to focus on. Without opening his eyes, Bucky slammed his fist into the cool glass.

“I know,” he heard Natasha’s voice say from the door behind him. “I know how you feel,” she continued, moving into the room. Bucky tracked each step she took, not moving away from the shattered mirror.

Her footsteps ceased a step or two behind him and he turned around to snap at her to leave him alone, but she just placed a gentle hand on his shoulder before continuing. “Like they took everything from you, your life, your memories… your choice. Like noting you can do can ever wash that blood off your hands, like you will never be anything but the monster they made you…”

“If you’re about to tell me that it’s all ok because they made me do it, that it wasn’t me, you can just fucking go,” he spat at her, turning on her with blazing blue eyes. “It was still my hands that killed them, just because they made me do it doesn’t change that, I still killed them all,” he got out through gritted teeth, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.

“No, that doesn’t make it ok, nothing makes it ok,” she snapped back, “Even if you didn’t have a choice, it was still your eyes that watched as you pulled that trigger; you who holds all those memories, playing them back every fucking time you close your God damn eyes,” she was almost whispering at this point, as if her own past was haunting her, But she blinked it away before continuing, “I can’t promise that the nightmares will ever stop or that the guilt will ever fully subside, but I can promise that it will get better, and that the person in the mirror will start to look less like a stranger.”

Searching her eyes, he looked for the truth in her words; finding it there, hidden just below the surface. Letting out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding he tried for a reassuring smile, but even he knew it missed the mark.

Stepping back Nat grabbed his hand, tugging him toward the bed. Something about the look in her green eyes and where she was leading him caused his mind catch up with what his eyes were seeing. She was wrapped in a deep red dress, which seemed to fit her like a glove, hugging her curves perfectly. She also had on a pair of strappy stilettos, the colour an exact match to the red of her dress; her hair was done up on the top of her head and held together with jeweled pins, and a slash of blood red outlined her enigmatic smile to finish the look. The overall effect was… provocative, to say the least. Which he imagined was the point.

At the questioning quirk of his eyebrow, she only laughed, sitting him on the edge of his bed. Spinning on her heels she disappeared, her dress swishing around her ankles, into his closet. Still having no idea what she was up to, but knowing she was up to something, Bucky leaned back on his bed. After a few moments she re-emerged holding a crisp white dress shirt and matching black trousers and jacket, one of the many things in his closet he had not yet had occasion to wear. Looking up he raised another questioning brow I her direction, an amused smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

Her own smile grew saucier, “best thing for you right now is a distraction.” She threw the cloths onto the bed beside him, “put these on. Steve and I are going on a mission and your coming with us.” Bucky was in no mood to go on a mission tonight, but before he could say anything she turned to leave the room.

“Oh and you better hurry or we will leave without you,” Nat threw over her shoulder just before the door clicked shut.

For a moment Bucky simply stared at the closed door before he heard a muffled “Tic-tock Barnes,” from down the hall. Blinking he realized he had been running the pads of his metal fingers over the material of the white shirt. Another amused smile pulled at his lips as he stood up, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it onto the bed.

“Well you do clean up good, don’t you Barnes,” Natasha remarked, her eyes running over him from head to toe and back up again, something Bucky couldn’t name, or maybe didn’t want to, lighting in her green eyes.

“Finally, can we get going now?” Steve said, appearing in the doorway, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Steve’s face was turned down as he did up the buttons on his own jacket, but he could see the smile pulling up the corner of his mouth. Like Bucky, he was in black pants and jacket, but his shirt was grey instead of white.

“Where are we going anyway?” he finally asked as Steve entered the kitchens, walking over to where Nat was seated, “Nat said it was a mission, but she never said where.”

“Oh, we’re just hunting down some rogue HYDRA leader, heard they were gonna to be making a move tonight,” Natasha answered nonchalantly  before Steve could. “As for where… you’ll find out when we get there,” she teased before standing up and walking off toward the elevator.

Bucky could almost swear that she was putting an extra swing in her step tonight and he turned to Steve with a raised brow. But Steve only chuckled under his breath, causing Bucky to break into yet another amused grin.

“You comin’ boys?” Nat called, leaning on the elevator door to hold it open for them; making both boys fall into another fit of chuckles as they started towards the sassy red head. “Oh and just so you know, I’m driving.”

“It’s a night club,” Bucky remarked as Nat pulled her Vette up to the curb. “Why is HYDRA attacking a night club?” he wondered aloud as he stepped into the crisp night air. “Not really their style,” he finished, resting a hip on the front fender, crossing his arms over his chest.

“They’re not,” Steve answered, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.

“We handed the mission off to Wanda and Clint,” Nat continued, her own red stained lips starting to curl upward. “It was a simple track and capture mission anyway, nothing too exciting,” she finished with a shrug.

“That still doesn’t explain this,” Bucky replied, gesturing to the empty street around them. Something didn’t feel right, like he was forgetting something; no, not quite, like he wasn’t understanding something. After everything HYDRA had done to him, taking his memories, feeling that way always made him nervous. Like he was losing pieces of himself all over again.

Something must have showed on his face because Steve started explaining again. “It was Nat’s idea,” Steve stated as he placed a reassuring hand on his Bucky’s metal shoulder. “She suggested that maybe what you needed was a distraction, something to take your mind off everything.”

For a few moments Bucky didn’t say anything, just stood there, studying the cracks in the sidewalk. All he’d wanted for the last few months, since he had been freed from HYDRA’s control, was to be the man he used to be. To no longer be hunted by the ghosts of his victims or feel this ever-present fear that it could all be taken from him as easily as a few a few spoken words. He needed this, he realized, even if it was only for a few hours. “Well I don’t know about you, but I could definitely use a drink,” he said, raising his eyes and pushing off the side of the car; before starting off toward the entrance of the club.

The inside of the club was not what Bucky had expected. It was less ostentatious than what the rest of the team had led him to believe. There were also  a lot fewer people than he had thought there would be, for which he silently thanked all the gods for. The space was cavernous, most of the floor space taken up by an enormous dance floor; the rest covered in a scattering of small tables and a large bar that took up more than half of the nearest wall.

Weaving between tables with a litheness, born from years of training, Nat started off towards the bar, leaving the two boys staring after her. Something about the looseness of her hips and the way that dress clung to her curves made it hard for Bucky to tear his eyes away. He found himself drinking in every movement, in almost the same way he would study an opponent, committing each move to memory. Although, he knew it had nothing to do with assessing weaknesses or finding a way to defeat her, he wasn’t even sure he could given half a chance; no it was about something else entirely. Blinking away the thoughts he glanced at Steve, who shrugged before turning to follow her.

“…Shots of whisky, thanks,” He heard Nat saying as he walked up behind her. She was leaning over the surface of the bar, Bucky’s smile growing darker at the angle.

“What if I don’t want whisky?” Bucky teased, coming up beside her, leaning his elbow on the bar.

“Well then I guess that means,” Natasha replied, picking up two of the shot glasses and throwing a smoky eyed look towards him, “more for me,” she finished before throwing back both shots, one after the other.

Bucky had seen Nat flirt before; he’d even been on the receiving end of it from time to time. But something about the look in her eyes and the curve of her painted lips felt different, less practiced. Almost like she was no longer relying on her training, like she wasn’t even fully aware she was doing it.

“One of those for me?” Steve asked, reaching in front of Natasha to grab the remaining shot. But Bucky’s metal hand shot out and snatched it up before ether of them could react and tipping it to his lips. His gaze growing darker, never leaving Nat’s face.

“Another round,” He called to the barkeep, placing the empty glass upside down on the bar, eyes still not straying from Natasha’s green gaze.

“Make mine a double,” Steve called to the bartender, rolling his eyes at the two of them. “Something tells me I’m gonna need it.”

The next round of drinks came and went, then the next, and the next; and the three friends drank and laughed and talked. Nat seemed very interested in what Steve was like back in the early 1900’s, and Bucky was all too happy to tell every embarrassing story he knew; although Steve had his own stories about Bucky that he was more than egger to counter with.

“… and that’s how I saved Steve’s ass,” Bucky remarked, taking another drink, “…again,” he added with a mocking smirk in Steve’s direction.

“Whatever,” Steve answered, rolling his eyes again, taking a drink from his own glass, “I had him on the ropes.”

“Ya, sure you did, Punk,” Bucky said, his own eyes rolling skyward at the decades old argument between them.

“Well as much fun as it is to watch the two of you banter back and forth about how many times Barnes did… or didn’t save your life,” Nat added, trying not to laugh, as Steve cut her a warning look. “Are we gonna sit here? Or are we gonna dance?” she asked, raising a challenging eyebrow in Bucky’s direction.

Picking up his glass Bucky drained the last of the contents, “would you care for a dance, doll.” Standing he offered his flesh hand to her, a mocking smile on his face and an amused glint in his eye. Pretending, for a moment, that he was the man he used to be, once more. With an enigmatic smile painted over her lips she accepted the out stretched hand. Giving her hand a quick tug, Bucky pulled her to her feet and into his side; moving his arm round her hips.

Looking over to Steve, still seated on the bar stool, Bucky raised a questioning brow as if to ask whether or not he was coming with. A distant, unfocused look flashing through his blue eyes before he shook his head. “No, I don’t really dance anymore,” he explained, “not the right partner.”

Giving him a sympathetic look, knowing it was Peggy that was plaguing his mind, he and Nat weaved their way through the tangle of chairs and people. The dance floor was nearly empty at this point in the night, but Bucky grabbed her hand once more, pulling her into his arms. A proud smile broke over his lips at her surprised gasp. He didn’t recognize the song, that was playing, but that didn’t seems to matter. Nat came alive under his hands, moving against him, like a flame sparking to life. Every movement impressing itself upon his body, turning his mind to darker places.  

The song ended far too quickly, and Nat was backing up a step, her breath coming slightly faster as she looked up at him through her dark lashes, a flirtatious little smile curling over her lips. The next song started and he pulled her close again, moving with her this time.

“Last call,” Bucky heard the bartender call sometime later.

“One last drink Barnes?” Nat whispered, looking up at him with another coy smile.

“I’d much prefer one last dance, but I’ll settle for a drink,” he replied, his voice coming out husky. Clearing his throat he stepped back, swooped down to pick up Nat’s shoes; which she had discarded about five or six songs back. Straitening he smiled at her, offering her his arm. With a smile she accepted, snuggling into his side as they walked back to the bar.

Steve hadn’t moved, he still sat at the bar nursing the same drink. Although at their approach he turned around, leaning an elbow on the top of the bar, no sign of the haunted look Bucky had seen earlier in his eyes.

“One last round?” he asked, pushing two glasses towards them.

Picking one up Bucky raised it, a crocked smile pulling on the corner of his mouth.

“To making peace with the past,” Steve toasted, holding his own glass toward Bucky’s.

“And when that doesn’t work,” Bucky started with a chuckle, “to friends who can make you forget about it, even if it is just for one night,” he finished, looking at both of them in turn.

“I’ll drink to that,” Nat claimed, raising her own glass.

“Me too,” Steve proclaimed, clinking his glass with theirs and throwing back the contents, slamming the empty glass on the bar seconds after Bucky did.

Thinking it strange that both him and Steve finished their drinks before her, Bucky glanced at Nat. Peering down he saw that she was seated on the bar stool beside him, her head resting on his metal shoulder. Her drink resting on the edge of the bar, her fingers still wrapped loosely around it. The corners of Bucky’s mouth twitched as he reached out with his other hand, gently lifting her chin. She looked so peaceful, her lashes fluttering lightly against her cheeks and her beautiful red lips curled into a relaxed smile.

Looking up he saw Steve placing a few hundred dollars under one of the empty glasses before standing and draping his jacket over his shoulder.  At his friends questioning brow Bucky shook his head, “I’ve got her,” he whispered, gently disentangling her from his metal arm.

Gingerly he stroked the backs of his fingers across her cheek, “Nat? Nat you gotta wake up, doll,” he whispered into her ear. He felt her stir, her green eyes blinking open, looking tired and unfocused. “There you are, sleepy head,” he continued, a teasing note in his voice. The look she shot him at that promised pure bloody murder. He would have smiled, had he not known her better; luckily he did. “Alright, come on doll, I’ll carry you.” With that he grabbed her hand, pulling her onto his back. She made a small, incomprehensible noise as she snuggled into the back of his neck, her head coming to rest once more on his shoulder. Her arms snaking around his neck to hold her in place.

Looking over he saw Steve leaning against the bar, his arms crossed over his chest, an amused smile lighting over his lips. At Bucky’s own murderous glare he raised his free hand in surrender, stepping back towards the door. A soft chuckle escaped Bucky’s lips as he followed the other soldier out into the cool predawn air.

A few moments passed in silence before Bucky spoke up. “Thank you,” he murmured, peering at Steve as they walked.

A lopsided smile tugged at Steve’s mouth as he turned to look at Bucky, “we thought maybe you were in need of some good. After all the shit you’ve been through.”

“Steve!,” Bucky teased, feigning shock, “language!” he gasped before both of them burst into a wave of uncontrollable laughter. And for the first time in the months since he’d been liberated from HYDRA he didn’t feel like he was drowning on the guilt. At least for this moment the voices were quiet.

[duckbeater]

KNIGHTS TROPICANA

I finally edited this to my satisfaction. It’s another I shared with Peter, who needs to send me more drawings (only when he has drawn something to his satisfaction!). I would say this is a short story more than it’s an essay, which means I’ve fictionalized 12% of it and barely changed the names.

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A LOT OF THE MEN IN MY LIFE were undergoing strife of one variety or another. Hardly any of it professional. Shawn wanted a job in New York to keep tabs on his boyfriend, Bryan, who lived in Manhattan. They had the usual arrangement with caveats: while apart, they should enjoy sex with whomever they pleased, so long as it was never penetrative. Shawn lived in Chicago (a few neighborhoods from me), so he really had no way of policing their policy, no way of knowing for certain who was letting whom put what where. The normal jealousies creeped up. “People get drunk and caught up in the moment” was his suspicion, which deepened and blossomed. He often texted “am I crazy” before settling into hours of emotional, retrospective analysis. I was putting my counseling hat on a lot for the boys, which is pretty rich, when you think about it. It was like flirting. I assumed the outcome would be the same if I were flirting (sex), but it was much more work (and the outcome ended up being endearment and confusion). I put Kahlúa in my morning coffee and sort of buckled in for the ride.

Is paranoid an emotion? I googled that. For Shawn’s part, he was never having sex with anyone else. For Bryan’s part, he was always having sex. He loved Shawn, and when they spent long weekends together was slavishly devoted to his boyfriend’s every exquisite need. They illustrated this by sending me numerous blowjob Snaps and some clinically erotic Instagram stories. (I’m not sure why they hopped apps.) I was a cut-rate participant/observer, sending weak congratulations on their every orgasm. Weak but “deeply felt,” as the critics say. If I wasn’t in a grocery store getting these images, or at dinner with friends, or at my desk on a Tuesday morning, I might reply back with something saucier by way of encouragement. Playing Switch, numb in Hyrule, vaguely aware of Link’s swimmer’s physique under his cute climbing gear—then a bzzz. And then—twenty or so minutes of elating distraction while a dominating Shawn glazed a whimpering Bryan in mucilaginous ropes of semen. The epilogue to these displays? An eye crimped shut with cum.

Exhibiting couples are always checking in with each other, with their audience, with themselves. “Do you like that?” begets “Do you want this?” begets “Do you need it?” (I really needed it.) Yet rather than heightening sensations, the teleplay of desire squanders them by mangling the ordinary human rhythms of love and sex. The wait on replies alone (as I texted back, as I replayed videos, as I waited for future queries and titillations), was enough to distend all attraction to a gray space of null waiting—the erotic equivalence of a DMV. This was not satisfaction deferred, like edging; this was the bureaucracy of our devices, mandating thrills on a piecemeal hold, to give us time to wipe the lube off our palms before holding our phones again. (My phone was disgusting. Assume all phones are disgusting.) For Shawn and Bryan’s sex shows (I don’t know what else to call them), I settled into a holding pattern, with the fly of my jeans undone, a quickened pulse, and eventually... a hand on the TV remote. (Look: This was during Peak TV. I could be immersed in their most intense, most intimate moments, and also catch up on The Good Place. Besides, I wasn’t sure who else was a part of these broadcasts, who else was among my competitors [could I also follow them on Instagram?], and “the sex wasn’t the main thing anyway.”)

The sex, apparently, wasn’t the main thing, anyway. They wanted to grow old together, explained Bryan. They wanted kids, they wanted property, they wanted grandchildren. As their schedules permitted, they connected on life-affirming business trips—to Atlanta, to Reno, to Austin—while accruing the kinds of expenses that signify serious investment and total commitment. They shared a sensibility (a brand alignment) that showed through even in their most coordinated and winsome posts: a bright “togetherness” captured by strangers competently photographing them in an iPhone X’s portrait mode. Big smiles over barbecue. Shirts off in front of a Route 66 sign. Sometimes the faked focal length is annoyingly apparent, but never for them. The depth of their strife was commensurate with the strength of their devotion. It was enviable, its earnestness. “I love making Shawn laugh—I love hearing his laugh,” confided Bryan, once, back when we still Facetimed. I felt same.

At drinks with Shawn one night, a similar desire arose in me, the desire to fill him with glee—to draw out his rich, low, wagging laugh, with his hand on my thigh. I realized I wanted to be radiant at the exact moment of realizing I was subsisting—had been subsisting for months—on radiance’s shadow. I didn’t want to be the faint part of the moon illuminated by Shawn and Bryan’s earthshine, I didn’t even want to be the stupid, pockmarked, rinky-dink moon. Fuck the earth. Fuck the moon. I wanted to be the sun. I wanted a magnetic field for miles. I wanted to be white-hot charming, and focused, like a laser beam. I wanted to pierce Shawn with longing, ravaging his soul with a kind of diamond-tip precision. It would be like firing a flare gun, igniting our fates. It would be like some other flame- or light-related simile. I didn't mind feeling out of control for once, lusting like a mad man, impervious to restraint or decorum or good sense. He had illustrated, over a year of very triple-X texts, that we had no respect for good sense, at all. And, at last, there were no screens between us. Here I was, commuting three hours every day (my strife was professional), watching other passions on screens for three more hours, wondering if I could just have a small taste of that, a whiff, and here was the object of that manifestation, that torment and temptation. He grazed my knee with his knee. He broke off a piece of grilled cheese sandwich and fed it to me. I casually declined a second feeding.

Who is Shawn? He is two heads taller, plays tennis, keeps a trim beard, has curly short hair and white (but not bleach-white) buckteeth. A copy-writer for a very prominent ad agency. Actually the thing I want to describe isn’t physical, it’s cultural: he reads very straight (gauche to say this), and flirting with him in public, in crowded bars, felt like the gauche victory of seducing a straight man. We want our prizes won fair. I wanted to win a grand prize. I’ve seduced maybe one straight man? God. It felt really, really grand.

Because Shawn does improv comedy, he actually read me jokes that night, pulling up one and then another from a folder in his phone. These were spec headlines he’d written for The Onion (where I know the head writer) and some Vimeo-hosted productions for his agency portfolio. None of them made me laugh but that did not make him stop, because I kept my face warm and alert, and because I was quick to ask questions, questions that intimated close scrutiny—and also because my face is handsome. (I don’t know the preconditions. My face, however, is handsome.) At least I didn’t have to critique this one. He was a gentleman. What helped was that I had consumed a double whiskey before he met me at the bar and had volunteered double shots shortly after his arrival, and then nursed a strong cocktail thereafter. He asked me how my playwriting was going and I was happy to report that I was no longer a playwright, not even a pretend playwright! I was just a normal communications lackey for an emergent fintech company, building PowerPoint presentations that lowered company morale.

Did we have intimacy? I felt near blackout by dinner’s end, but then, I often felt near blackout that season, gripping the present as though it were a cliff’s edge. (The surf below sounded exciting. I could drop down there.) Déjà vu permeated our exchange. Even the grilled cheesed feeding felt prêt-à-porter. Batting his hand away from the second morsel, I remember thinking, “Why does dating suck this much? Why does getting to know anyone feel so hellish?” I recalled that I knew, in fact, Shawn intimately: the crimped thick purple veins of his dick, striations below his ass cheeks, his preference for boxers over briefs; I knew that he liked to humiliate his lover, and often called Bryan, during their love-making, repellently misogynist names. We had the kind of internetty intimacy that checks a lot of porn search engine boxes. It was entirely performative and it was entirely contained within the hidden folder of photos in our phones. We got along swimmingly in part because the absolute worst of ourselves had already been revealed. He was a narcissist. I was an idiot. But all of this information existed on axes of desire—was warped by that desire—and so wasn’t very truthful. (Maybe, I mean, “accurate.”) He wanted a lover close-by. He wanted to live with Bryan, to live with his soulmate. He needed me to confirm that soulmates were real. I needed him to confirm that the entire concept of a “soulmate” was a byproduct of dental insurance, a strong core, the Hallmark Channel, inside jokes, whatever. Sitting next to him at the bar, pummeled near-silent by his stand-up routine, I thought about the difficulty of getting anyone to love us for who we are, let alone loving us for our very worst selves. Shawn was so often his very worst self. Soulmates, in that case, must be real. I marveled at this drunken conclusion before succumbing to intense, silent sadness.

Shawn walked me partway home before sweeping me up, away, above—into the kiss of a lifetime. I’ve described to friends that I felt, momentarily, as though he were licking my eyeballs, touching every part of me with his lips and his tongue. I scrubbed his hair with my hands: wiry tight curls, perfectly coiffed, fragrant with product and softened, I think, by sleep. He pressed a steady erection against my hip and held my hand to his boner, so I could feel the arrow-tip shape of his cock head. We breathed sourly against the other’s neck. He whispered in a hoarse drag into the conch of my ear, “What’s your friend’s email at The Onion?”

[justcallmesailor]

May I please I have a Reign male ship please? I am a female, about 5'10 (sadly) with sickly pale skin (kinda goes with my weak immune system) with light blue, silvery eyes, and long dark red hair. I am told I'm kind, caring, selfless, a bit too ambitious, insecure and stubborn, but I will help anyone I can. I love reading, writing, and singing (musical theatre is my passion). I often put others before myself, which can effect me negatively but I care less. Thank you so much. I adore your writing

No problem. Also, thanks. I ship you with Bash! While he loves how selfless you are, it gets on his nerves sometimes. The combination of self-sacrificing tendencies and stubbornness the both of you exhibit often ends in lengthy “arguments” that mainly consist of who gets to actually sacrifice for the other. As soon as he find out you liked to write, he would constantly come up with crazy plots for you. Even though he knew you’d never use them, he enjoyed seeing the smile that would come to your face. He often leaves little notes in all of your favorite books, most of them cliche “love notes” of course. 

How you two met:

You met Bash many years ago when you both were kids. Your parents had sent you to French Court in an attempt to keep you from getting sick. Before you had officially met, you watched him from afar with a small bit of jealousy. He was always outside, whether it was running around for fun or for the purpose of learning, and you almost never were.

Eventually, one of your lessons had to be outside. That was when you had your first conversation with him. It was quite an awkward conversation, really, because both of you were trying to let the other speak first. You wish you could say it was love at first sight but, alas, it was not. The two of you were like every other child at that age, you had no interest in the opposite gender. You didn’t actually become friends until he covered for you when you wanted to go with him outside on a sunny day.

As you grew older and grew closer, the feelings started to develop. At first it was small signs that you liked each other, such as him being mesmerized while hearing you sing for the first time or you getting jealous when watching him flirt with other girls. Your interactions with each other were “saucier” when the two of you realized had any feelings. Both sides remained oblivious even though you and Bash were flirting with each other. Everyone noticed before the two of you, mostly because you two were extremely insecure when it came to romance.

You continued like this for awhile. The flirting would increase from time to time, whether it was you or Bash touching the other more in whatever way you could (pushing hair out of the face, friendly smack on the arm, poking the other, etc.), suggestive jokes, or cheesy pick up lines.

Your first date:

It was another one of those many nights in French court that was filled with drama and parties. You had withdrawn into one of the various halls, needing some quiet from the constant problems everyone seemed to have. You had found that, since arriving, you had turned into a therapist for just about every person in the court. You couldn’t bring yourself to say no when people asked if you were able to spare some time for them, though, so you were always busy hearing about everybody’s superficial drama.

That was how you found yourself on an overly luxurious couch, late at night, reading one of your various books. As you went to turn the page, another hand came into your view and turned it for you. You glanced up and found yourself lost in an aquamarine gaze.

“Bash.” You smiled. “(Y/N). Do you mind if I join you?”

You shook your head and he sat down next to you. It was a comfortable silence as you read. You could sense that Bash was looking over your shoulder, reading along with you. You chuckled and paused reading, “Should I read aloud? You’re reading with me, anyways.” He smiled and nodded. You rolled your eyes, smiling slightly as well; you began to read quietly since no one else was there. 

The pages started to fade together, your voice was working on autopilot now. This was mostly due to the arm resting on your shoulder and the hand in your hair. You stole a quick peek over at him only to find that he was currently staring at you. Both of you quickly looked at away and you knew that your face had a pink tint to it now. 

“Ba-” “(Y/-” At nearly the same time, you two turned to the other and were about to speak up. You laughed and gestured to him, “You first.” He sighed, knowing that if he disagreed you’d be caught in a loop again, “Fine. I was simply wondering if um…if you..” You set down the book, “Well? Get on with it..” He suddenly gained a serious expression, “I was wondering if you have any feelings for me.” 

Out of all the things he could’ve said right then, that was the last thing you expected. You were now caught like a fish out of water. What do you even say in response? Well, technically, you didn’t have to say anything. Thus, you nodded meekly.

An awkward moment fell between the two of you; you watched him, tense, and it appeared that he was fixated on looking at something outside the window. You frowned, “I’m sorry if I just messed things u-” It was impossible to finish that sentence because Bash suddenly turned and pressed his lips to yours. As you were trying to figure out what just happened, he pulled away slightly and murmured, “Good. I have feelings for you, as well.”

Who ships the two of you:

Francis does, of course. Seeing his brother happy makes him happy. He makes quite a few attempts to get to know you. You weren’t very good friends with Francis as a kid, seeing as most of your attention went to Bash, but you’re closer now that you’re essentially part of the family. Being with the king’s bastard child obviously draws attention to you but Francis makes sure to distinguish any rumors before they spread too far. He really doesn’t want to see the aftermath of any drama brought to you or Bash. Without your knowledge, many of your gifts are actually Francis’ idea because Bash is slightly clueless when it comes to you.

There you have it, folks! One of the first requests for the day. I’m trying to get everything in my drafts done (I currently have three more ships). Anything that arrives in my inbox will probably be at least a couple more days because I need to get my AP Language summer reading done. After three/four days it’s my own procrastination, though. Anyways, hope you enjoy reading this, as always!

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WASHINGTON | Trump pardons favor the celeb-connected, conservative causes

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WASHINGTON | Trump pardons favor the celeb-connected, conservative causes

WASHINGTON — President Donald Trump on Thursday pardoned a conservative commentator he claims “was treated very unfairly by our government!” and announced he’s thinking about clemency for Martha Stewart and former Illinois Gov. Rod Blagojevich, among “lots” of other people.

“What they did to him was horrible,” Trump told reporters, speaking of his decision to clear the name of Dinesh D’Souza, who had pleaded guilty to campaign finance fraud.

It was the latest example of Trump trying to right a perceived wrong with his presidential pardon power, and a move that makes ever clearer that, in the Trump administration, the odds of a pardon have heavily favored those with a celebrity backer, those who have become a cause celebre among conservatives and those with a reality TV connection.

Trump has been particularly drawn to cases where he believes there was a political motivation to the prosecutions — a situation that may remind him of his own predicament at the center of special counsel Robert Mueller’s investigation into Russian election meddling, which he insists is nothing but a “witch hunt.”

On Thursday, Trump said he was seriously considering commuting the sentence of Blagojevich, the Democratic former governor serving a 14-year prison sentence on numerous counts of corruption, including trying to sell the U.S. Senate seat that was vacated by Barack Obama. The president also said he was considering a pardon for Stewart, the celebrity lifestyle guru who served a stint in federal prison after being convicted of charges related to a stock sale.

Both had connections to Trump’s “Celebrity Apprentice” reality television show: Blagojevich was a contestant in 2010 and Stewart hosted the 2005 spinoff series, “The Apprentice: Martha Stewart.”

Hours earlier, Trump said on Twitter he would pardon D’Souza. An outspoken critic of Obama, D’Souza claimed his prosecution by the Obama Justice Department was politically motivated.

Trump has issued five pardons as president: The first went to former Arizona sheriff Joe Arpaio, a top Trump supporter during the 2016 campaign, who was spared the prospect of serving jail time after a conviction stemming from his use of racially targeted immigration patrols. Next came Navy sailor Kristian Saucier, who had taken photos of classified portions of a submarine. Trump often mentioned Saucier’s case on the campaign trail as he criticized his former Democratic rival, Hillary Clinton, for her use of a private email server. Saucier had claimed his prosecution was driven by sensitivity about classified information driven by Clinton’s case.

Next came former White House aide I. Lewis “Scooter” Libby. A former top aide to Vice President Dick Cheney, Libby was convicted of lying to investigators and obstruction of justice following the 2003 leak of the covert identity of a CIA officer. The Libby case was taken up by conservatives who argued he was the victim of an overly zealous and politically motivated prosecution by a special counsel.

That pardon, especially, was seen as a sign that Trump might be willing to pardon former aides caught up in the Mueller inquiry.

Trump has also been moved by cases championed by celebrities. Last week, he pardoned Jack Johnson, boxing’s first black heavyweight champion, whose case had been brought to his attention by actor Sylvester Stallone. And on Wednesday, he met with reality TV star Kim Kardashian, who urged him to pardon Alice Marie Johnson, a woman serving a life sentence for drug offenses.

Trump’s predecessors largely relied on a formal, Department of Justice process to identify those deserving of clemency.

None of the clemencies that Trump has granted have come through the front door of the Justice Department’s Office of the Pardon Attorney, which typically assists the president in exercising his pardon power. Instead they’ve been brought to the president by White House lawyers, advisers and outside confidants and celebrities, according to a senior White House official, who said there are dozens of pardons currently under consideration by White House attorneys and the president.

The official said Trump has prioritized actions that have personally affected him — noting he’s been particularly drawn to cases where he believes there was political motivation to the prosecutions.

In its latter years, the Obama administration searched for candidates like nonviolent drug offenders and those affected by mandatory minimum sentencing policies, viewing clemency as a tool to promote policy goals. There is no such systematic review by the Trump White House.

But White House press secretary Sarah Huckabee Sanders said it was unfair to suggest the only people winning pardons under Trump are those connected to him or with a celebrity backer.

“Certainly, something has to be brought to his attention and if somebody has the ability to do that it would help, but the president is making decisions based on the merits of the individual cases and what he thinks is the right thing to do,” she said. “There’s a process, but ultimately the president has the power and the authority to make a decision and he does.”

Since the beginning of his presidency through May 7, Trump received 570 requests for pardons and about 2,306 requests for commutation of sentences. But because there were pending requests at the end of the Obama administration, the total number of requests for pardons pending before Trump is 2,271 and 8,932 for commutation.

Trump has denied dozens of pardon and commutation requests, while thousands of petitions have been closed without presidential action.

Kevin Ring, president of Families Against Mandatory Minimums, which worked with the Justice Department during the Obama administration to help identify candidates for clemency, said that many are torn over Trump’s decision-making process, which appears to be more haphazard than in the past.

“Nobody wants to criticize displays of mercy because we think they’re so sorely lacking, but most of these wouldn’t be on anyone’s ‘Top 10’ list of people who have been mistreated by the system,” Ring said.

Others were more critical. “The President’s ad hoc use of the pardon power is concerning enough. But the possibility that he may also be sending a message to witnesses in a criminal investigation into his campaign is extremely dangerous,” tweeted Sen. Mark Warner, D-Va.

Trump told reporters Thursday that no one asked him to pardon D’Souza. But D’Souza told the conservative Daily Caller that Republican Sen. Ted Cruz of Texas played a key role.

D’Souza said that during a dinner about a month ago, Cruz said he would push for a pardon in conversations with Trump. D’Souza said Cruz called him recently to tell him Trump was receptive to the idea and action could be imminent.

D’Souza, whose case had become a cause in conservative circles, was sentenced to five years’ probation in 2014 after pleading guilty to violating federal election law by making illegal contributions to a U.S. Senate campaign in the names of others.

Watchdog groups criticized D’Souza’s pardon, saying it signaled contempt for the rule of law.

“Donald Trump has sent a message to his friends and cronies that if you break laws to protect him or attack our democracy, he’s got your back,” said David Donnelly, president and CEO of Every Voice.

Trump is not the only president to draw flak for his pardon decisions. Former President Bill Clinton ignited a major controversy with a last-minute pardon for fugitive financier Marc Rich, the ex-husband of a major Democratic fundraiser. And Gerald Ford pardoned Richard Nixon for his involvement in the Watergate scandal just days after taking over from his predecessor.

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Associated Press writer Jonathan Lemire aboard Air Force One, Zeke Miller and Kevin Vineys in Washington, and Michael Tarm in Chicago contributed to this report.

By JILL COLVIN and DARLENE SUPERVILLE, By Associated Press – published on STL.News by St. Louis Media, LLC (Z.S)

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[aliter-a-culinary-adventure-blog]

Prologue

Opportunities rarely present themselves without some effort on one’s part. I say “rarely” and not “never” because one such opportunity did come my way in exactly such a manner. For the past year or so, having freshly dropped out of college, I had begun to divide my time between my work as a line cook at a rather mundane greasy spoon in midtown Manhattan and my other occupation: discovering the secrets of the universe. Again, the secrets of the universe rarely present themselves without some effort on one’s part. I say “rarely” and not “never” because we’ve probably all seen God (or some fellow we thought to be God in the heat of the moment, but who we later determined was far more likely the Demiurge) once or twice on a mushroom trip or something. I also say “rarely” and not “never” because the secrets of the universe presented themselves to me in exactly such a manner. Having gotten to a point in my study of the esoteric arts where I simply could learn no more without the aid of an instructor, I set out to find someone to teach me. Now, Indeed and Monster didn’t exactly have any openings for an apprentice to a potions master or a sorcery intern. It would seem I’d need another way to find myself a teacher. At least it would have seemed that way had Chef Solomon Eisberg not barged into my apartment on a cloudy Sunday afternoon and demanded my services as a saucier.

“Em!” a voice, accompanied by frenzied knocking, decided 3:00 PM was the perfect time to launch an assault on my fragile door. “I’m here to teach you magic! Also how to make this week’s specials!”

“Who are you?” People knocked on my door frequently. Such is the nature of establishing a rapport with the Universe. Usually it wasn’t anyone particularly useful. Robe-clad men with strange markings on their faces speaking unknown tongues, grotesque beings of innumerable faces and multitudes of wings rotating on interlocked wheels, people trying to sell me a fancy new security system – all the usual candidates.

“Your new chef,” he replied, “Now open up.”

“Never asked anyone for a chef. I asked for a teacher of the esoteric arts.”

“Same thing,” he said, “Now come on: the dinner service is about to start!”

“Where?” I asked, hoping this wouldn’t be like the last time I followed one of those many-faced fellows to a dimension of infinite darkness.

“It’s not so far, we can walk,” he answered, as I grabbed an army green sweatshirt and followed him down the flight of stairs.

The Talisman Grill, like most eateries in Hell’s Kitchen that happen to be named after works of Russian literature, was a relatively small contraption with doors of dark, glazed wood and walls of rough brick. Beside the door, a bronze plaque bore a portion of the poem that gave the restaurant its name:

“От недуга, от могилы,

В бурю, в грозный ураган,

Головы твоей, мой милый,

Не спасет мой талисман.

 И богатствами Востока

Он те��я не одарит,

И поклонников пророка

Он тебе не покорит;

И тебя на лоно друга,

От печальных чуждых стран,

В край родной на север с юга

Не умчит мой талисман”

Immediately to the right of the text was a translation to English:

“Neither from sickness nor from death,

Will this tool protect you,

Nor from hurricane or storm,

My talisman’s not meant to,

All the riches of the East,

It surely will not offer,

Nor will the Prophets of these lands,

Open to you their coffers,

You can be sure a friend’s embrace,

From my charm won’t follow,

And not a laugh or friendly face,

Among far off hills and hollows,”

Below was the author’s name – Alexander Pushkin. The beginning and end of the poem were missing. The passage didn’t quite convince me of the merits of the talisman. Above the plaque, a yellow awning displayed the restaurant’s name, along with an illustration of the talisman in question. Inside, about two of the tables had people seated at them. A family of three at one and a couple at the other. We walked past to a back room across from the kitchen, where two cooks were hard at work.

      “Peppered throughout the writings of Vladimir Lenin,” explained Chef Solly, “Is the saying ‘Learn, learn and learn’ or ‘учиться, учиться и учиться.’ The Greeks identified three forms of knowledge. They are as follows: γνοση (gnosis), σκηνη (skene) and μαθειν (mathein)”

I gave him a puzzled look. We had, after all, just arrived at the restaurant. Noticing this, he ignored me and continued.

“This is not a coincidence because nothing is a coincidence. Three is quite an important number. There are three sephirot on the top of the Tree of Life, three components of the Trinity, three legitimate Internationals, the list goes on!”

 “The overt meaning of Kabbalah is ‘a tradition that is passed down.’ The Kabbalistic meaning of Kabbalah is self-explanatory. So here we have a word that refers to two of our three types of knowledge!”

“So,” I manage to get a word in, “Your little conspiracy theory about the number three doesn’t hold.”

“It very much does,” He says, returning control of the conversation into his hands, “Gnosis is a greater form of knowledge than the other two. It is Keter, the very highest Sephirah. The other two, Binah and Chokhmah, are two sides of the same coin. In the first case, we open up a direct channel for connection with God. This is the goal of kabbalah, to know and to recognize God. You will notice, in fact, that ‘recognize’ is simply another form of the word ‘gnosis.’ In the other cases, we use either observations or calculations to divine the nature of God. Skene and Mathein are where we get the words ‘science’ and ‘mathematics.’ Both these pursuits are ways of knowing God, but in a far more abstract way than Kabbalah. That is, we get both meanings of Kabbalah: both the personal and intimate knowledge of the Divine, as well as the structured and formulaic knowledge that comes with following an established tradition – “standing on the shoulders of giants,” as Isaac Newton put it. Have you, by any chance, considered a computer science minor?”

“I’m not even a college student.”

“Fair point. The reason I ask is that computer science is a great way for even muggles to understand abstraction in such a way that it can be applied to understanding the mystical nature of the world we live in. But I’ll explain later At the moment, you’re probably wondering why I’m telling you all this when we should be cooking.”

“Muggles? Actually, I’m wondering why we’re in a restaurant when you could be telling me the secrets of the Universe anywhere.”

“Muggles. Flatscans. Normies. Take your pick,” he said “And you have a point, I suppose. But let me ask you something, Em. If I can’t trust you to spatchcock a chicken, then how can I trust you with the secrets of the Universe?”

He also had a point, I suppose.

“Anyway, you were discussing the number three?”

“I was,” he confirmed, “With the purpose of explaining that I will teach you the art of cookery and the esoteric arts in three ways. I will teach you to develop intuition, to know how to recognize the Divine and to build intimate familiarity with the many flavors you will encounter. However, I will also teach you ways to recognize divinity through observation and through calculation.”

He continued, “You’ll be spending a lot of time working here with me. May I suggest you get to know the area?”

“Is there anything worth doing around here?” I asked.

“There are a few nice restaurants. You may want to check out Goddess Garden.”

“What’s that?”

“Wiccan-run vegan place. A bit on the pricy side but their baby kale salad is to die for.”

“Not exactly my thing,” I say. I’d always been more of a carnivore, though I’m not someone to turn away a good salad.

“There’s Apicius, if you’re looking for something a bit more classic. Pretentious ritual magick folks. Wouldn’t serve a dish if it wasn’t around since the fourth century.”

“Interesting. Are all the restaurants around here like-”

“Enchanted to some degree? Yeah. It’s a tough business and if you aren’t slaughtering an animal of some sort at a crossroads with any regularity to appease a deity of your choosing, you’re likely to be run out of business fairly quickly. Speaking of which, Chaos Shack lets you draw sigils on their burgers with their signature sauce and they are to die for.”

“Anything else?”

“Yeah, stay away from Kvasir’s Pub. The owner is a nice fellow and their mead micro-brewery is a local favorite, but they tend to attract the wrong crowd.”

I made sure to note this, as Chef Solly continued to tell me more about what I’d be learning with him. Beyond the door, the two cooks still hurriedly attended to their work and the patrons, table by table, asked the waiter for their checks and made their way out.

“Now, Em,” announced the chef, “We can begin cooking,”