#face claim: Evan Peters

[showmeyouricons]

[aesthetics-for-harry-potter]

Moodboard of a Hufflepuff alumnus dating a Ravenclaw alumnus who runs a pie shop.

Face-claims: Evan Peters and Lee Pace.

Requested by: anon.

[justtwotired]

“Back the fuck off.”

Summary: you and Regulus recently broke up over stupid teenage reasons. It was a really bad fight and you two haven't spoken since, though both regret your actions. At a Gryffindor house party, he spots you kissing Mathew smith, the Gryffindor seeker, who Regulus absolutely despises.

Pairing: Regulus Black x Gryffindor!reader

Warnings: swearing, kissing, fighting, a bit of sexual assault.

⬇️unamused⬇️

Regulus stands at the drinks table with Barty as they are being pure Slytherins looking around with judging and cold looks. Neither of them wanted to come to said party, but Evan -who was currently participating in a round of beer pong- insisted they went.

His eyes travel the crowd and he spots them, making him narrow his eyes. He knew she was doing it to spite him, he knew even she hated Smith, but there she was, sticking her tongue down his throat.

"Ohh, she is playing with fire." Barty seemed to start enjoying the party the moment he followed Regulus gaze. "Shut the hell up." Regulus head snapped towards him and then his eyes traveled back to the girl and that stupid idiot she was kissing.

His hands where slowly starting to roam under her clothes and that's when he couldn't take it anymore and pushed himself of the table making his way towards them.

- 15 minutes earlier -

"They are absolute morons." Y/n shook her head as she watched Sirius and James jump of the table they'd just been dancing on. "Tell me about it." Remus rolled his eyes.

She took a sip of her drink as she watched the boys make their way over to them. "Oh, their coming pretend you don't know them." Peter said and they all quickly avoided eye contact with the two boys. "Oh haha, you're so funny." Sirius said sarcastically.

His eyes fell on Y/n and they narrowed. "Boring again, I see." He said as he eyed the glass with clear liquid in her hands. "But thinking about it, I could use some water," he took it out of her hands and a horrified expression formed on her face.

"Sirius no wait-" but she was to late and he took a sip and moments later spit it out, coughing. "Y/n, you absolutely menace to society." He said handing the glass back to her.

"Are you alright, pads?" James asked laughing. "I am, but she isn't, what psychopath just casually sips straight vodka." He grimaces and James' eyebrows race.

"What? It's good, you're all just over dramatic." She said taking another sip, making Peter chuckle a bit, as he himself had made that same mistake before.

They all looked up at the sound of the portrait swinging open and watched an excited Evan and annoyed Barty and Regulus walk into the common room.

Y/n rolled her eyes, and then they landed on someone and a smirk formed onto her face. "Y/n, no." Remus said and she looked at him. "What do you mean no?" She asked.

"Regulus just walked in and your wearing that smirk? Whatever your planning, no." He said and she rolled her eyes and giggled. "It's just a bit of fun." She said, standing up to leave the couch and pushing the glass into Sirius' hands.

"Here, you can have that." She says and he looks at it in disgust. "No thanks." And puts it down.

"Smith, hey." She greats the seeker and he turned to her. "Y/n, looking ravishing as always." He said with a shit eating grin as he looked her up and down and stopped at her chest.

She would slap him in the face if it wasn't for her plan just unfolding:

Make Regulus as jealous as possible.

"I can say the same about you." She said, her words slightly slurring. Smith took a step closer, snaking an arm around her waist. Everyone in Hogwarts who had a brain knew he had liked her since fourth year, which was one of the reasons Regulus despised him, but also the other way around.

Everyone in Hogwarts with a brain also knew Smith was an actual, selfish, prick. He had a reputation of cheating, one girl even claimed he had cornered her once, but no one knew if it was true, as she had a reputation of lying.

"I heard your single now." He grinned as he pulled her closer, his breath smelled like alcohol. "It was such a shame you where with... him." He sounded disgusted at the last words.

She let out a sarcastic laugh, starting to maybe regret her decision a little bit... but only a little.

"Well, that's over now... sooo." She trailed her finger passed his white button up. She looked up at him and he smashed his lips against hers, she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

Her eyes fluttered open to look around the room and they landed on Regulus who wasn't looking at her as his eyes traveled around the room, but she could see them slowly make their way over to them and she closed her eyes again as Smith tongue slipped into her mouth.

They broke apart for a moment before they kissed again and slowly his hands started to travel, one slipping into her skirt and the other under her top.

His lips detached from hers and made their way to her neck and then he whispered in her ears. "Seeing such a beautiful girl like you with a Slytherin. Tsk, I'll show you what it's like to be with a real guy." He whispered before going back to kissing her neck and his hand suddenly slipped into her panty's.

She was taken by surprise but before she could do anything about it, someone else did.

Regulus had made his way trough the crowd, pushing people aside and watching as Smith went further into her skirt and kissing her neck, it made his blood boil.

"Back the fuck off." He said and Smith looked up and grinned, taking his hand out of her skirt, and Regulus almost thought she looked relieved.

They made eyes contact and he narrowed his eyes at her. "What do you want." She said, obviously with alcohol in her system. "Indeed, what do you want?" Smith asked as he put and arm around her waste and his finger tips rested under the band of her skirt.

"I want you, to get your filthy hands of her." Regulus said with a threatening tone. "And why would I do that? Such a pretty girl, and she isn't yours anymore? I wouldn't even have cared is she still was, I had plans anyway." He laughed dryly and Y/n looked rather horrified as she questioned if that would have been against her will.

"Leave her alone." Regulus demanded and Smith smirked. "And why would I do that, she seemed to be rather enjoying me."

Suddenly, Y/n started to really regret her decision, and grabbed his wrist to stop him from going any further. "What is it baby, you don't like it?" He asked and she sighed and squeezed her eyes shut.

"Stop, I want you to stop." She told him and he huffed. "You don't tell me when to stop." He said and pulled the hand on his wrist away with his other hand.

She knew she had gotten herself in this situation, it was her own fault, but now she really wanted to get out. Suddenly he let go of her and Y/n hadn't processed the sickening crack.

Regulus had punched him right in the nose and blood was rapidly streaming out. His grey eyes fell on Y/n who stared shocked.

He grabbed her arm and then dragged her out of the common room and eventually stopped in a hallway.

"What is wrong with you?" He asked angrily. "Do you know how much worse that could have been?" He asked, he was furious as he turned his back to her.

"Honestly, Y/n that was such a stupid move! And for what? Making me jealous? Well it worked, happy now?" He turned to her as he yelled, but stopped as he watched her.

Her hands where shaking and tears streamed down her face. His features softened as he walked towards her and took her hands in his, placing a soft kiss on each of them.

"It's alright." He whispered to her and she shook her head. "No, no it's not, I'm so sorry, it was a stupid move. I didn't think it trough." She said as more tears streamed down her face and she sniffed as her nose was now full and starting to run.

He wiped away the tears with his sleeve and kissed her on the forehead. "It's alright, Ma Cherie." He whispered as he hugged her. "Come, you need to get some sleep." He said and then led her over to the Slytherin dorms.

She was sitting on his bed as Regulus took a T-shirt and sweatpants out of his closet. He hands rested on her top and then looked at her. "May I help you here?" He asked and she nodded.

"Use your words, darling." He said softly, he always requested she used words when asking for her permission to do things like this, as he didn't want her to regret later.

"Yes." She croaked out and he slowly lifted it over her head and helped her pull the clean shirt over her head. He did the same with the pants and then tucked her into his bed.

He changed out of his clothes to, and joined her, pulling her into him and kissing her forehead. "I love you, my little dove." He said and she murmured something along the lines of "I love you too." Back before falling asleep.

[whenlilyfallsinlove]

jolene part 2

(aka remus having a fat crush on you) (basically part 1 from remus's perspective)

part 1

james potter x reader -> remus lupin x reader

@mishi-with-jazz you requested this, hope everyone enjoys :)

remus lupin prided himself on being smart. sure, he wouldn't go round bragging about it, but he knew he was clever. he was a good student, always achieving Os, and constantly top of the class (alongside lily). although recently, he didn't feel smart at all. that's because he had made a mistake. a big one. he had a massive crush on you. his best friend's girlfriend.

he hated himself for it. what kind of friend does that? but he couldn't help it. and anyway he had liked you first! way before james did, ever since third year. he felt selfish, thinking that, but it was the truth. james claimed he had liked you for ages, but remus knew that was nothing compared to the length of time he himself harboured feelings for you.

"hello darling." remus was broke from his thoughts by james' voice, and saw you had sat down next to james, across from him. across from him!!

you were beautiful, he couldn't help thinking when he saw you cheekily poked your tongue out at sirius. you had always been kind to him, ever since you sat next to each other in your very first year. potions, if he remembered correctly.

in fact, you even knew about his "furry little problem" as your boyfriend liked to call it. you found out in fourth year, and you were nothing but helpful to him. you promised not to tell anyone and hadn't treated him any differently. he was eternally grateful.

remus had not noticed he'd been gazing at you till you gave him a smile causing his cheeks to warm up and smile back, quickly looking away. he'd been caught staring. that was embarrassing. what if you thought he was a weirdo? what if james had noticed and forbid him from speaking to you? even worse.. what if james stopped being friends with him for fancying his girlfriend?

his panics stopped when he saw lily evans approach the table. he listened to you talk to her, thanking her, and then he noticed james' face. long before you had. before sirius aand peter had. he was blushing. was he serious? james was one of his best friends, don't get him wrong, but he had a girlfriend. it made it worse his girlfriend was you.

remus bit down on his marmalade toast, hard. he was angry for you.

"james are you okay?" he heard you ask curiously, causing him to feel a pang of sympathy for you.

he heard james brush you off, and suddenly it was like nothing had even happened. everyone seemed to have moved on. remus wasn't even sure that padfoot and wormtail had even noticed james' reaction to seeing lily.

he knew you had, though. you were quieter than usual. you looked.. sad.

he shot you a comforting smile, which you returned weakly.

at least you're smiling, even if it was forced.

sometime passed until you spoke up again

"i need to go to the library, does anyone want to come with?" you asked, looking hopefully at james.

"sorry love, got quidditch practice in ten minutes." james said with a sympathetic smile.

"it's fine." remus heard you mutter, you sounded a bit dejected.

"i'll go. i need to anyway, i need a book for the history of magic homework." remus surprised himself, not even processing what he had actually just said.

"thanks remus." you smile softly, and he follows you out of the hall.

you both walk in silence to the library, until remus decides to speak up.

"are you okay?" he asks, looking at your face.

"i'm fine, thanks though.." you said unconvincingly.

"are you sure? you look upset." he responds, giving you a worried smile.

"it's just... james. he's confusing." you sigh.

remus heart stopped. a small part of him hoped you'd tell him that you were planning to break up with james. he knew that was unlikely.

he gives you a nod to continue speaking and you smile in return.

"sometimes i think he still likes lily." you say, avoiding eye contact.

as much as remus wanted to tell you yes!! yes james still likes lily, but here i am and i like you a lot!! he knew he couldn't.

"don't be silly y/n." remus chuckles "james likes you, not lily. she's old news." he gives you a comforting pat on the shoulder.

"really?" you look at remus with such hopefulness, it made him hope what he was saying was true.

"really." he confirms. "james is crazy about you."

you smile at him, looking reassured.

"thanks remus." you say. "you're a great friend."

remus felt himself tense. friend. but of course that's all he was.. you had a boyfriend for godric's sake. he decided, however, he would like being your friend if it made you smile.

"it's no problem, really." he smiles at you and you carry on your journey to the library.

since that talk, you immediately felt closer to remus. you talked more and you both considered each other best friends.

weeks later, you were brought together again.

"you don't usually go to parties, do you remus?" you ask remus, who was holding up a drunk james.

gryffindor had just had a party to celebrate their quidditch win against slytherin and james, being captain of course, was drunk out of his mind.

he was touched you had noticed he didn't usually attend the parties. you were right. he didn't. but james and sirius were on the quidditch team, and he wanted to celebrate their win with them.

"n-no i don't, just wanted to support my friends." he decides to respond, and he knows what he said was apparently correct judging by the smile on you face.

he watched you talk to james comfortingly. merlin he wished you spoke to him like that. you were one of the nicest people he knew.

he zoned out a second but then sees your face, which instantly snaps him out of his daze.

"i'm not lily." he saw you grit your teeth. "would you rather have her take care of you?"

noticing your hurt words, he's quick to comfort you.

"don't worry y/n, he's drunk, he doesn't know any better." he tries to reassure you.

you nod back, but then collapse on a chair.

you looked sad. devastated. remus wanted nothing more to cheer you up.

"look.. y/n, i'll take him up to bed. do you want me to come back down so you can talk.. or do you want some space?" he asks.

"talk." you notice your abruptness and you feel your cheeks warm. "that'd be nice." you add on the end.

remus smiles at you and takes james up to their dorm, where sirius is left to deal with him.

"why's he such a lightweight?" sirius chuckles.

"i know. weakling." remus snorts. "he's fucked up though."

"he has?" sirius responds, with some surprise.

"yeah he's upset y/n." remus responds, frowning.

"prick." sirius rolls his eyes, turning his attention back to james.

"i'll be back.. soon." remus leaves his dorm, and goes back to where you're sat trying to regain yourself.

"hey.." you mutter when you see him, and he takes the seat next to you.

"talk to me." he smiles, sympathetically.

"it's james. again. you heard him. he's always thinking about lily! i'm his girlfriend, not her." a tear rolls down your face.

"oh y/n, don't cry." remus reaches out and brushes the tear away.

"sorry.. i'm pathetic. i just don't know what to do." you groan.

"look.. do you want my honest advice." remus scans your face.

you nod.

"talk to him about it tomorrow, if he doesn't take accountability for it. dump him. and i'm saying that as one of his best friends."

remus feels your gaze on him and feels his cheeks warm.

"oh remus." you lay your head on his shoulder, causing him to freeze up. he knew you weren't drunk but you were still a little tipsy.

he lets you lay there, you look tired.

"i wish james was more like you..." you mutter, drifting off.

remus's breath hitched. although this wasn't reliable at all (you weren't sober), this was progress.

looking at you with a small smile, he just couldn't help but love you.

[polaroidcats]

Ugly crying & the marauders generation - a pseudo-scientific approach (my marauders crying PhD abstract)

Abstract

In recent days, there have been a variety of claims as to who the prettiest and ugliest crier in the marauders generation could be. This paper aims to address the recent surge in opinions on the matter, and categorize different approaches as well as add a new approach to the scientific examination of ugliness/prettiness when it comes to crying. I hope to provide readers with an overview of the current state of research and encourage all marauders scholars to add their own and I intend to make a contribution to the discourse by committing to the bit and writing a pseudo-academic paper about it instead of actually working on my thesis.

Introduction

In the following paper, the discourse about 5 marauders era characters will be examined in regards to their various levels of perceived ugliness whilst crying. Scholars who may ask why Peter [Pettigrew] is not included in this analysis are advised to refer to acclaimed marauders ugly crying scholar @lynxindisguise's (2023) original poll on the popular blogging website "tumblr.com" which did not include Peter, but rather two non-marauders characters named Lily and Regulus. This paper will follow that approach, since Peter is the nastiest skank bitch I have ever met, I do not trust him and he is a fugly slut. The characters included in this approach are as follows: James Potter, Lily Evans, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Regulus Black.

Following the scientific criteria for ugly crying, as stated by lynxindisguise et. al (2023), the question of the ugliest crier can be answered by observing the crying person and assessing their ugly-levels on the following parameters: (1) unbecoming facial expressions, (2) facial swelling/blotching, (3) unsettling noises, (4) snot factor, (5) tear volume, (6) general loss of dignity, (7) glistening eyes/lashes, (8) Victorian heroine factor, (9) elegant tear-wiping, (10) post-cry glow (ibid).

Criteria (1)-(6) can be categorized as the ugly crying parameters whereas (7)-(10) are pretty crying parameters, creating a false binary between ugly and pretty crying, which may be problematised and addressed in another the paper. In contrast to lynxindisguise’s original 10 criteria to measure the aesthetics of crying, this paper proposes to add (11) explosiveness of cry as another ugly crying parameter, in order to get a more clear assessment of where on the ugly-pretty crying scale a character falls.

The ugly crying parameters

(1) Unbecoming facial expressions

James Potter is mentioned in this category by several marauders scholars: @jaylienpotter talks about his red face and ugly sobbing, @artbyace mentions his “scrunched up cry face” and @sectoren claimes “james (…) is that one handsome guy that when the waterworks get going becomes like. Cartoonishly ugly”, raising the question of upkeeping toxic masculinity in order to avoid having to witness more of James Potter’s crying “mug”.

Though James Potter features heavily in this category, another character who is also mentioned just as often is Remus Lupin: @kaaaaaaarf, @appreciatedmoron and @http-starboy all emphasise that Remus Lupin is the one with a red and blotchy face.

(2) facial swelling/blotching

While there is a definitive overlap between the categories of facial swelling/blotching, unbecoming facial expressions and snot factor, Sirius’ and Regulus’ victorian heroine complexions, which give them an advantage in the homonymous category, may be to their disadvantage in the “blotching” category. This will require further research by other scholars.

(3) unsettling noises

James Potter is mentioned in this category by Jaylienpotter (2023), claiming he not only hiccups when crying but also that “his cries are one of the most heartbreaking things you’ll ever hear” and similarly, artbyace states that “James loves and feels so loudly”, whereas “Sirius is silent”, both sentiments are reminiscent of znelda’s (2023) statements that James “was allowed to feel his emotions freely in a loving household” and “Sirius (…) [is] used to hide [his] feelings and [has] become stoic”.

With several other scholars, among them also @jamesunderwater (2023) raising the point that James may be the ugliest crier due to him being “the only one well adjusted enough to have access to his feelings” this raises the question of possibly introducing another category, maybe of emotional awareness/stability to be able to measure this parameter more efficiently, though emotional vulnerability may also just be a part of the unsettling noises parameter, suggesting that there is a correlation between noisiness and the existing environment being welcoming to and accepting of various expressions of emotions.

(4) snot factor

The most popular winner in the snot factor category seems to be Remus Lupin, with several scholars agreeing that his sobs are the dampest and snottiest out of all the candidates. kaaaaaaarf (2023) writes “he turnes all red and blochty and snot drips out of his nose (…) he cant (sic) not cry with his mouth open as well so there is a lot of spit”, and appreciatedmoron (2023) agrees with kaaaaaaarf on this.

It only seems right to me to include spit in the snot category as well, seeing as they’re both crying-related bodily fluids that add to the ugly-cry factor. http-starboy (2023) also mentions snot in regards to Remus Lupin, which compared to both their comments in (1) opens up the question of how unbecoming facial expressions, more particularly redness of the face and snot factor may be related, as several authors seem to write about both specifically in relation to each other. Whether this is just pure coincidence or not would need further research, for which we currently do not have enough funding. This is only one of the many research gaps in the relatively new field of marauder’s ugly crying studies, which cannot fully be addressed in this paper.

James Potter is also mentioned in the snot category, namely by the marauders scholar artbyace (2023).

(5) tear volume

Artbyace (2023) claims James Potter is “full on bawling” which can only be assumed to refer to tear volume, but the most convincing argument for tear volume comes from the acclaimed marauders scholar @fruityindividual (2023), stating that “tsunami warning tones go off in sirius’ brain anytime remus is close 2 (sic) tears” which already indicates high levels of tear volumes. The author then goes on to specify the volume by claiming that “indeed the ocean wishes rj lupin would jump in and help contribute 2 (sic) rising sea levels”, further emphasizing the volume of Remus's tears.

(6) general loss of dignity

@pastaplatypus (2023) writes about James Potter not being able to do a Melodramatic Bollywood Cry, which is perceived as inherently racist by the crier.

I would like to argue that Sirius Black also deserves to be mentioned in this category. While as of today, with less than 1 hour left to vote, 15.5% of voters agree that Sirius is the ugliest crier, the more outspoken voices all argue for different ugly criers. Due to their upbringing, I am tempted to name both Black brothers in the “loss of dignity” category and look forward to reading future contributions to this discussion.

The pretty crying parameters

(7) glistening eyes/lashes

Undoubtedly Sirius Black deserves to be mentioned in this category. I believe his dark lashes and glimmering eyes are part of what makes him the prettiest crier. Whereas Remus’s eyes also sometimes glisten or appear red, and it is usually attributed to be caused by drug consumption, which more often than not is a wrong assumption, but he happily goes along with the pretense of being a weed-smoking bad boy in order to hide his ugly crying damp tendencies.

(8) Victorian heroine factor

It almost seems superfluous to even mention Sirius (and, to a lesser degree, Regulus) Black in this category. This category was made for Sirius, as is apparent when reading lynxindisguises (2023) description of the victorian heroine factor, in response to a question by the scholar @plecotusauritus:

“the Victorian Heroine Factor is a deeply scientific assessment of the Vibes. Is this person giving tragically beautiful, windswept Victorian Heroine, sobbing gently into their hands while sprawled across a boulder or a well or a fountain of some sort? When they look up at you, do their tear-plumped lips part elegantly as a single tear slides down their cheek?”

(9) elegant tear-wiping

There hasn't been a lot of research in this area, but I would like to propose handkerchiefs with embroidered initials and family crests as another potential factor in favor of the Black brothers scoring high marks in this category as well as the Victorian heroine factor.

(10) post-cry glow

Artbyace (2023) claims “lily is always beautiful (…) even when crying”, which is echoed by znelda’s (2023) earlier claim that “Lily (…) [is] a woman and no woman is ugly when crying.”

Sirius is the other popular choice by marauders scholars for this category, with @in-flvx (2023) stating that he “handsomely handsomes while dying after 12 years of torture hell and another year in shackles”, which would mean that “a few tears would[n’t] stop him from being the hottest person in the room at all times” (ibid).

Additional parameters

I am suggesting to introduce an additional metric in order to further specify and better assess the ugly-crying levels:

(11) explosiveness of cry

@felixantares (2023) introduces the idea that Remus “is the type that very few people have been seen cry because he ignores every difficult emotion hes (sic) ever had (…) and it all explodes at once and its horrible to watch when he breaks down”, a sentiment shared by several of the other authors mentioned above in various other categories.

Further opinions & conclusions

The most popular consensus seems to be that Sirius cannot be the ugliest crier, sometimes also in direct comparison to his brother: @spindrifters (2023) answers the question of the ugliest crier with “obviously it’s regulus”, elaborating that “at least [it’s] definitely not sirius bc (sic) reg is canonically less handsome in all ways” which brings up the question if regular beauty plays into ugly crying. This is contrasted by lynxindisguises argument, that Sirius may be an ugly crier because he’s so gorgeous, and his ugly crying subverts the expectations of beauty:

“the most beautiful man alive looks hideous while crying, and his deeply awkward and perpetually damp bf (sic) is literally in his element while crying – dampness becomes him, you might say.”

This statement raises yet another question – does regular crying make the crier more or less ugly? Can an ugly crier become a pretty crier by practice or are we all born either ugly or pretty criers, condemned to this fate for life?

While this paper has given an overview of the current state of research to ugly crying/pretty crying, it has also raised many more questions. Other topics which may be addressed in future papers also include the philosophical question whether ugly crying is in the eye of the beholder and if it is possible to ugly cry without being perceived, and if it is possible to ugly cry if the person perceiving you doesn’t find it ugly. Since the research field of ugly crying is a relatively new one, we can only hope to read many more opinions on these and other topics in the future, and I look forward to reading different scholar’s approaches to these highly relevant topics.

[eddiediazismyhusband]

My (embarrassingly okay-ish) 9-1-1 Sims

so I do not claim to be good at remaking real people in the sims... I want to go ahead and get that out of the way first and foremost

however I don't think I did *terrible* on these sims (some are definitely better than others) but with that said, here are my 9-1-1 sims

(please don't judge me too hard)

Evan "Buck" Buckley

the tattoo cc I made for buck is definitely way out-of-date, but alas i am too lazy to go back and make a new tattoo to add all of his current 6,000 tattoos (love your tats oliver but no thanks <3) Including that last shirtless pic to show them off a little better.

Eddie Diaz

I know that Eddie doesn't have Ryan's map&compass tattoo in the show but I love that tattoo on Ryan so I included it on Eddie. I chose this hair for him bc I wanted to like blend the length it's at now with his s6 style a little bit- very floofy yet tidy, but also not a schoolboy or slicked back to the gods.

Maddie Han

I think I spent hours trying to get JLH's face as perfect as I could in-game and honestly I don't hate the outcome? like it's definitely NOT perfect by any means, but I think Maddie is one of my favorite sims in terms of how she turned out.

Chimney Han

Chimney is where things started to go a little downhill for me... I don't know why, but after HOURS of working, I just cold not get him right so I eventually had to sit back, take a deep breath, and say 'this is as good as it's gonna get.' I'd like to issue my formal apology to Kenneth Choi for this <3 (pls don't judge too harshly I swear I tried)

Karen Wilson

Karen, like Chimney, was a sim I spent HOURS on trying to get right, but for some reason I just could not for the life of me perfectly replicate Tracie's face... and unfortunately when I first made these sims (a LONG time ago) there wasn't a hair that fit Karen perfectly until (imo) THIS one came with the Lovestruck Expansion pack... I did make the executive decision to give her light brown hair rather than the blonde/brown she actually has, because the blonde in-game looked weird on her. I know these aren't her classic dreads, but I feel like they evoke the general vibe of hers better than some of the options we have in-game.

Hen Wilson

so Hen turned out being one of my favorites. I really love the outfits I picked out for her (bc lets be honest Hen loves wearing some of the WILDEST fits on the show) but unfortunately, this game hates to give female sims just plain slacks that are higher-waisted, so I was stuck with a cc pair that don't quite match but what can I do

Bobby Nash

yet another sim who I feel like I missed the mark on- Peter Krause's face was just IMPOSSIBLE to replicate, so I did my best. I also made the executive decision to not go full-grey for Bobby bc then he looked ancient rather than just late-50s.

Athena Grant

All I have to say about Athena is ANGELA BASSETT DID THE THING (also the cop outfit does NOT do her justice in this- I promise I worked hard to make sure Athena was giving just as much mommy vibes as she does on the show in her other outfits) (she's also ripped as fuck in my game bc I said so)

May Grant

I have a love-hate relationship with this sim because I spent so much time trying to perfectly replicate Corrinne's face, but no matter what I did there was always something that was always just the tiniest bit off... she's definitely not the worst of these sims though

Ravi Panikkar

all I have to say about Ravi is that if they want to give him a boyfriend in s8 i am available, and willing to travel to shoot in Los Angeles-

Also, I DID make a Josh sim, but I accidentally deleted him bc my mouse battery was dying and it was glitching out and i misclicked the "yes delete" button rather than the "don't delete" on the "are you sure?" tab and I didn't feel like going back and finding him again in the depths of my library so I will have to remake him :/

Oh and I made Chris too but every child sim looks exactly the same so he doesn't look anything like Gavin, but that was out of my hands I fear 💀

But anyway, these are my 9-1-1 sims... I made these forever ago and went through last night and updated their hair/outfits, but I haven't touched their physical attributes since I first made them. I'm excited to start playing with them again 😭😭

[crystalgastles]

How I see ticci Toby

There’s a very clear way I see toby. He has a face claim and it’s young Evan peters. Pictures below

[ravenclawloverofseverussnape]

What are your opinions on snarry?

Hi, thank you very much for asking, I hope more people ask what I think about other ships, Snarry in particular..... I don't like it and I have several reasons for this.

the age difference

veran Severus is 20 years older than him, oh 21? I don't remember, the point is that the age difference is huge for me.

He is the son of James Potter

Harry is James Potter's son, which in itself leaves me conflicted. I have no opinion of Harry, but I do of James. I hate him for being a bully and practically cheating on his wife about how he "grew up," demeaned Vernon and Petunia, and intimidated muggle police officers when he's supposed to be locked up because of the prophecy.

Oh, and don't get me started on Snape's worst memory, damn, that was UNFORGETTABLE AT ALL.

He is the son of Lily Evans Potter

you see, I don't like this character very much, I've already explained why but I'll say it in summary: the fandom, J.K Rowling's writing etc paint her as "the good popular girl who wants to be with the bully even though she knows he's a bastard and falls into the clutches of that bastard (James)" it is said that she is a good friend.... but she doesn't want Snape to defend himself, despite the fact that she knows that , although the marauders DO NOT use dark arts, she continues to defend them just because of that fact and calls Snape "obsessed with the marauders" uff That's a low blow for me.

He then doesn't ask Snape about the werewolf prank, doesn't question him if it's okay, just claims that "he should be grateful to James for saving him" and claims that's what happened, doesn't bother to ask any further questions, indicating that he doesn't really care.

Let's not talk about her lack of intervention in Severus' worst memory, she spent the whole time talking to him instead of asking if Severus was okay, Lily is a popular girl who could have tried to call someone to help her or if she's so smart she could have freed him or called a teacher if she was afraid that Sirius or Peter would attack her, she could even call Remus since he's a prefect! So many things wrong with her

Harry is the product of one of HP's most toxic couples

I don't think that Jily is a good couple, James made fun of Vernon Dursley, the fiancé of Petunia Evans, the sister of his wife Lily, bragging about riches that they do not understand being muggles, Lily does not intervene in that probably, which makes his relationship with Petunia break even more, with this point also James put Lily's life at risk by running away from home knowing that Voldemort is looking for him, he being hidden in an invisibility cloak and I firmly believe that Lily was making excuses for the (childish) behavior of her husband James Potter.

For me it seems like double standards when they say that using magic on muggles is horrible, but when James shows off his wealth to Vernon and Petunia it's okay (if these characters are detestable but they are still muggles, whether we like it or not)

Lily (even though I don't like her) deserves better than James Potter.

Why did you mention Jily in a post about giving my opinion of Snarry?

Simple, the mere creation of Harry would be a trigger for Severus, yes as a fan of Severus I am aware that Harry is not to blame for having been conceived by one of the most toxic couples in the Harry Potter series, but Harry himself would be a trauma trigger for Severus when remembering the face of James Potter, a character who... until now we do not know if he redeemed himself since he died at 21, but we have seen that Severus has a trauma when seeing Harry.

Severus would need a lot of therapy to be able to have Harry as a couple.

It would take a lot of therapy to heal his past traumas, to cope with them and not see Harry as an extension of James Potter but as an individual being.

Entiendo por qué a algunas personas les gusta Snarry: la dinámica de enemigos a amantes es muy interesante, tengo que admitirlo (como alguien a quien le gusta Snirius), pero no me gusta Snarry por estas razones, creo que Severus merece alejarse de la fuente del trauma (Hogwarts, spinner ends, etc.).

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ᴛᴡɪsᴛᴇᴅ ɴᴇʀᴠᴇs (PT. 2)

EVAN PETERS AHS x READER

SUMMARY: 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖫𝖠 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗌. 𝖠 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍, 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗅, 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗒𝗉𝗌𝖾, 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐…𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾.

Chapter Focus: Kai Anderson x Reader

🚨WARNINGS: 𝖠𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖧𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝖲𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒, 𝖮𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖬𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖢𝗎𝗅𝗍, 𝖱𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝖲𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝖾𝗍𝖼…

You officially decide that Michigan is a complete bust. 

As soon as the plane landed and you’d made your way out of baggage claim, you were hit by a blasting cold. 

Is it possible for someone to shit out a block of ice? 

You had to pile on coat after coat, your grey fleece detective jacket rested on top of your layers. 

The service was awful, the people acted like NPC’s, and overall, your first impression was a 3/10. 

You held your suitcase and bags in one hand as you rung up your phone to call for an Uber, your motel was right outside Brookfield Heights but far enough so you wouldn’t run into any possible suspects while you were off-duty. 

After making a pit stop at an overpriced airport cafe for some mid-afternoon coffee, you hurriedly rushed to the front exit once you got a message from your Uber Driver that they’d arrived. 

The car was a silver chevy and was low to the ground, it had just barely enough room for your three bags in the trunk, but you were grateful nonetheless. 

An older man sat in the drivers seat and his grey hairs were slicked back to expose his wrinkled forehead. He seemed pretty jolly the whole ride to your motel, until you mentioned Brookfield Heights. 

“It ain’t the town for a vacation, that’s for sure.” Was all you managed to get after your numerous questions, clearly the news about Kai had followed all of Michigan and haunted the witnessing residents. 

The drive was mostly quiet after besides the Christian-pop that subtly played over the rusty car speaker, you resided to staring out the window. 

‘Welcome to Brookfield Heights!’ decorated the bright green sign outside of the ghost town. Trees flew past the window as you tried your best to absorb your surroundings.

The more you knew the better.

You’d already spent weeks holed up in your office studying the towns layout, from each fire-hydrant to large corporations and events. 

Fall had come in full swing, leaves were brown and the grass shook from the chilly breeze. 

The barren farmland and empty fields soon turned into old buildings and little country-side stores. If you weren’t investigating a cultist, you’d have thought it was a cute little town. 

The driver, whom you noticed you forgot to ask for his name, pulled over when your run down motel entered your sight. 

The older gentleman unlocked the doors and said his farewell to you as you left the Honda Civic. It felt weird to have both feet on the ground after traveling for so long, but it did absolute wonders to finally have some fresh air. 

The Honda Civic closed the doors from behind you and the Christian-pop faded in the distance as the car rolled out of the motel parking lot, leaving you to face your soon-to-be home for the next few months.

The motel’s sign was barely hanging on for dear life, the walls had chipped yellow-ish paint, and the doors were falling off their hinges. It was practically invisible amongst all the regal and historical hotels that littered Brookfield. It was perfect. 

You grabbed your small suitcase by the handle and made your way to the check in, a little hut outside of the motel. Your luggage bounced from the rickety cement and overgrown weeds, but your grip kept it from flopping over. 

The door to the check in creaked from the force of your palm, screaming in age as you stepped inside the small room. 

The floor was a dark mahogany, a vending machine ran brightly to your left with miscellaneous snacks, and dust covered the few chairs that lined up on the wall to your right. But the main attraction, was the older woman standing behind the reception desk in front of you. 

She had red curly hair, down to her shoulders, and her eyes sagged with exhaustion. Her skin could be compared to a sickly green but the bright red lipstick she adorned made you think that it was a thick application of make up. 

Oh, and the resting bitch face. Yep, you were definitely going to enjoy this woman’s presence. 

“Uh–Hello, I’m here to check in for a room?” You had made your way up to the counter, standing awkwardly in front of the woman who continued to apply the same bright red color of her lips to her fingernails. This made you half-ponder when was the last time you painted your own nails. 

The woman’s crooked name tag read “Louise” as she blatantly ignored your attempt at interacting. Louise barely even looked up to meet your eyes as she slowly turned to grab what you assumed as your room key from behind her. 

Louise spoke with a know-it-all tone, a snide grin lit up her features, “There. No parties. No dealing before seven A.M. and no fucking past eight.”

Part of wondered why she announced the last rule like it was a pointed remark at you, but the other half of you knew exactly what she was trying to get at.

Fortunately for her, you hated confrontation in these situations. 

You were also jet-lagged as all hell. 

So you just kept your mouth shut and dragged your deranged detective ass out the check in door and to the stairs that led to your room. 

The key read “17B” indicating it was on the second floor and almost all the way on the other side. The wooden stairs wobbled under your feet and you almost thought they would completely give out, but you carried your suit case all the way up the two-flights of stairs. 

When you made it to your room, you haphazardly threw your clothes into one of the drawers (locking the door and moving the chain above it) and practically collapsed onto the old bed. It was fairly small for a motel room, and the same yellow paint donned the walls but with a 80’s pattern of lines and crescents. 

You laid with your back on the mattress, feeling all the lumps and creaky springs underneath. 

It was quiet in the room. 

It’s not that you weren’t used to quiet. 

But this time, you were completely alone. Your leather shoes felt heavy on your feet, and you could sense that a migraine was well on its way to your skull. 

You were so fucking tired. 

But you had a cultist to expose, lives were at stake, you couldn’t just sit here and rest.

A dark corner of your mind infested with guilt shunned you for thinking that you could possibly deserve the comfort of a bed. Or the comfort of a job. 

Or the fact your alive–

“Fuck this.” You stood quickly and shrugged off your large trench coat, opting to brace the cold and sit down in the shaky chair in front of the wooden desk the laid in front of the bed. You flung open your laptop and spread out your papers. 

A room temperature energy drink that you packed found its way in your hands as you typed away. 

You didn’t sleep at all that night. 

———————

Morning came slowly, and with it a fresh pair of deep circles engraved themselves under your eyes. 

But with morning, came more opportunities to explore. 

You freshened up, applied some dry-shampoo and washed your face, before heading out to explore Brookfield. 

You had to get a sense of your surroundings in person, online maps and insane amounts of internet research could barely compare to being able to experience the real thing. 

Your trench coat sagged on your shoulders, but without it, the fall-chill would’ve given you a cold so you tiredly walked your way into town. Your bag with your laptop, recording device, and USB drive sat heavily on your shoulder. 

You easily mixed into the crowd of locals, sneakily taking time to take pictures with your phone of the posters of Kai Anderson that popped up every now and then. 

All of which had “FEAR” written in at least one sentence, you’d think he’d be more subtle but it was almost like he was trying to get more negative attention than positive. 

Hm. Weird. 

After about an hour of just walking around and exploring Brookfield Heights, your lack of sleep caught up to you. So you decided it was time to get a nice something to eat and a whole lot of espresso. 

Thankfully, there was a tiny cafe near the Butchery that was owned by the victim of a majority of Kai Andersons harassment, Ally Mayfair-Richards. 

You glanced back at the restaurant before making your way into the little cafe, the warm scent of coffee and scones filled your nose at your entrance. The cold chill turned warm and you were finally able to take off your coat. 

It was quaint but reminded you of a cabin in the woods with their wooden accents and architecture on the inside. It was a nice comparison to the modernized celeb hubs in LA. 

There were few people inside, all were seated and kept to themselves. You quietly stepped up to the counter, deciding to order a large black coffee with four shots of espresso, and a blueberry muffin to nibble on while you worked. 

The teenager behind the counter smiled at you before preparing your order, there were only two people working but they seemed eager. 

Did they feel the impact of what was happening around them? Were they in his cult? What would happen the the kids if Kai Anderson succeeded? 

Would it be your fault–

Again, your thoughts were cut off as the teenager handed you your drink and treat. Allowing the person behind you to place their own order after you paid. 

Wait, person behind you? 

You didn’t even notice the man that had made his way to the line, becoming the sixth customer inside the shop. 

When you backed away from the counter, you were able to soak in his appearance. 

Kai. Fucking. Anderson. 

You pretended to find a seat and load up your laptop, but sweat pooled at the back of your neck. 

What if he caught you? What if he busted you? 

You had to act normal. Like it was a regular day in Brookfield Heights, and you were just a local getting some coffee. 

You sipped anxiously at your caffeinated monster of black coffee as you subtly analyzed his appearance. 

The cultist wore a black beanie, letting his oily blue hair dangle freely. His sweater was black, his shirt was black, his pants were black, and he wore black combat boots. 

Was he trying to scream out that he was some kind of villain? 

What was this guys fucking problem? 

You knew he was on adderall and taking an inhumanly sized dose, but god, so much for inconspicuous killer. 

But eventually you realized that if you didn’t have all the information you collected on this little town, you would’ve just thought it was a regular guy with eccentric style. 

He ordered a large cinnamon latte, extra espresso with no whipped cream and low-fat milk. He poured one creamer and no sugar. 

He carried his own papers and phone in one hand, while collecting his drink in the other. Kai Anderson walked over to the table right next to yours and sat down, scrolling aimlessly while taking notes? You couldn’t get a clear shot of what he was writing. 

So, you were literally sitting in the same space as a serial killer and cultist. Life was great!

You managed to get away with a few more glances before exiting out of your tabs, all of which had extreme dirt on Kai, and opened a decoy word document that looked like boring tax papers. 

You pretended to work on fucking taxes for twenty minutes without interacting with him at all, until Kai stood up from his chair (the only way you could tell was from the chair sliding against the floor) and sat in front of you. 

You barely looked up from your laptop until he fully made himself comfortable in front of you, propping his arms on the table and staring directly at you. 

Sometimes you wondered if fate had it out for you. 

“Hey.” Kai cleared his throat, which indicated that you should probably stop ignoring the elephant in the room and look up at him. 

In doing so, you got a clear glance at his face. Little bits of stubble decorated his cheeks, and his eyes were wide as they looked at you. 

“Oh, Hi?” The silence was much better than talking, but this guy would probably slit your throat if you didn’t respond. 

You tilted your head a little in faux innocence as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

Kai seemed to fall for your act completely, “Are you new around here? I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” 

Fuck. Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck–

TO BE CONTINUED.

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[evan4ever]

This is a vague suggestion but maybe reader laying on whatever Evan peters character you choose’s chest? Just that cuddling experience

For Eternity

a/n: I feel like there’s not enough, or any that I can recall reading, James cuddling fics 🥺 so enjoy this one!!

Warnings: none, just fluff!

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There’s nothing you loved more than being in James’s care. He was your protection, always making sure you were safe and sound, comfortable, and happy. It really was all you could ask for.

But with it came being alone often. You had taken comfort in Liz and Sally, even a few of the other souls that lived in the hotel for all eternity. You were sure to be with someone when James wasn’t around, finishing whatever business he had to. You couldn’t lie, you wished he’d put his business and work aside so he could spend some time with you, but you understood he was a busy and important man in this place.

It wasn’t until John finished the murders he had agreed to for James that you finally saw your lover more. And when Liz and Ethel took over managing the Hotel, James was always by your side. It felt like Heaven.

“Any big plans for the day, dear?” James asked as he readied himself in the tall mirror, fixing his tie carefully and precisely. You smiled from beside him, gazing lovingly at the beautiful man before you.

He stopped what he was doing and turned his head to you when you hadn’t answered him, raising an eyebrow curiously. Your smile widened as your eyes met, finally shaking your head to answer his question.

“No, no plans. Though you look like you may have some?” You now asked him, walking to him and taking his tie from his hands to fix it yourself. He lowered his hands to your waist, resting gently on them as he looked down at you, watching you in complete adoration. Once you had the tie perfectly set to your liking, your eyes flickered up to meet his again.

“In fact, I do.” He grinned, your eyebrows raising encouraging him to continue. “John reached out to me. He’s not content with his work, he’d like to continue.” His smile widened though yours dropped, confused.

“John? I thought he wanted to be done and just… be with his family?” You knew he was here with his family but didn’t understand why he’d want to continue murdering people after all the years he did it and had made it clear to James that he was done after his final on the countess, who you never saw. James was sure of it, claiming she was dangerous and he wanted you to have no interaction or communication with her.

“He did, dear.” James nodded before looking back to the mirror to give himself one last look over and smiling pleasantly at his appearance. “That’s the beauty of murder. It’s exhilarating, once you start you don’t want to stop.” He continued, giving you a gentle kiss on the cheek as he walked past you. You blinked a few times silently hating the thought because you knew it would mean less time with James, and god you were really loving having him to yourself. But you would always support him, no matter what.

“So what will this time consist of?” You questioned as you turned to where he was standing, collecting the rest of the items he needed to meet John. Your hands held each other as the hung before your abdomen, just watching James.

“We haven’t decided yet, that’s why we are meeting.” He gleamed excitedly. John was a prized possession of James, he did his work so effortlessly and so clean, leaving no traces behind. James took an extra liking to him, so of course he was excited.

Your eyes remained on him as you stood silently. Realizing you were quiet now, he stopped what he was doing and glanced at you.

“Is everything okay, my love?” He asked now, catching on to some negative feelings you were seeming to give. “Do you not approve of our idea?” He laid his jacket back down on the bed and stood straight, facing you to give you his full attention.

You raised your eyebrows and open your mouth, though unsure of what you wanted to say, you quickly closed it.

“Dearest?” He urged, walking up to you.

You let out a sigh, dropping your head and looking at your feet.

“It’s not that..” you start.

“Then tell me what it is? I can’t fix anything if I don’t know what it is that needs to be fixed.” You smiled lightly at his words, appreciating that he cared so much about whatever it is that bothers you. There was never a moment that you questioned his love for you, you just never wanted to burden him with your neediness.

“It’s really not a big deal, James. Honestly! You go, I can talk to you tonight.” You smile trying to seem as convincing as possible, but James sees right through you as he tilts his head to this side gazing deep into your eyes with his own gentle eyes. You swallow hard and let out a sigh. “I just have very much enjoyed having you to myself these last weeks. It makes me sad to think you might become busy again. That’s all.”

Hearing you would become sad with his business practically tears his heart out, his eyebrows furrowing deeply. “Then it can wait.” He states, turning to do you’re not sure what, but you quickly object.

“No, really it’s alright, my love. I’m just being clingy, it’s silly. I’ll be just fine waiting for you.” You say as you take ahold of his arm, stopping him from going any further. He turn to you and shakes his head.

“I won’t have my actions cause you any sadness. That’s real silliness, dear. John can wait, you need me here and I need you, my most loved, happy.” He gives you a soft smile, walking closer and his hands reaching to cup either side of your face, holding you gently so you’re looking up at him. “Sometimes I need my priorities checked, and you, dear, are my top priority.” He gazes down at you with a gentle seriousness. You couldn’t help but smile up at him in his hold, which he returns. “Just give me some moments to let John know we will reschedule.”

He places a kiss on your forehead before releasing your face and turning, heading to the door. You sighed wishing he’d just let you get him a cellphone to make these kind of things easier, but no matter how hard you tried, he never agreed to it. Another “silly” making of the modern world, in his opinion. So, he had to go to John himself. Thankfully, being the ghost he was, it really would only take a few minutes.

“Will he mind?” You ask before he exits the room. He turns his face to you and gives you another reassuring smile.

“Not in the slightest. We have all the time in the world. Now you lay, I would very much like to hold you when I return.” He nods, closing the door. You feel your heart melt at his request, demand, whatever you want to call it. One thing that happened very seldom when it comes to James is cuddling. He’d hug you for some minutes before bed, or right after you finished making love with each other, but it was very quick. You weren’t sure why, but never questioned. Usually put it off as it having to do with the love of murdering part of him, it surely had to cause some sort of emotional lacking. Generally, you’d just hug him at night when he’d be long asleep, to help yourself fall asleep feeling him. So knowing that that’s what he wants, you absolutely were filled with so much joy and even relief.

You removed your own white jacket, hanging it carefully so you wouldn’t cause any folds or wrinkles. You slipped your shoes off and set them in their place and finally made your way to your shared king size bed. You sat on the edge and grabbed your journal deciding to write until he returned, scribbling away peacefully. You journaled often, James had recommended it to you. He said it helped him many times, especially being secluded to one building for all eternity as long as it stood. You took his suggestion up years ago and would write your little heart away. You often wondered if James had ever read it while you weren’t present, knowing you’ve wrote many times about your wish to be like him so you could stay with him for eternity. He has never agreed to make you like him, feeling that if you ever changed your mind you would resent him. He didn’t want to strip you of your freedom, seclude you to this building forever like he was. Even after all your pleas and reassurances, he never gave in. He wanted you to have your life when you would give it up in an instant to be with him.

“I’ve returned dear!” You heard James call after some time from the doorway, unable to see him yet. You closed your journal and turned yourself on the bed, crossing your legs and sitting patiently for him. When he made his way to the large area, his eyes found you and he smiled at your figure waiting for him on the bed.

You watched as he slipped out of his jacket and shoes, taking off his tie and tossing it aside leaving him in only his white button up and slacks, surprised at his action and wondering why he’s not hanging his items like he usually would. But before you could ask, he was crawling into the bed and under the covers. He lifted them so you could slide under, doing so and making yourself comfortable in the warm blankets.

His arm slid under you and wrapped around your waist, pulling you to him with a gasp from your lips. He wrapped his other arm over you and allowed you to snuggle into him, your body fitting perfectly against his. You made yourself comfy, finally resting your head on his chest as his hand placed itself against your head, soothing your hair down and holding you tightly to him. You instantly relaxed in his hold, wrapping your own arm over his torso and breathing in his scent that melted you every time you got a whiff. Your eyes fluttered shut as you took in the feeling, wishing for it to never end. If he could hold you like this forever, you wanted him to. If you both were to ever die, this is how you wanted to be laid to rest.

“I am sorry that I wasn’t as present all those years ago.” He spoke quietly, feeling his breath against your head, making the hairs along your neck and arms stand up. You breathed him in and smiled, shaking your head.

“I know you had business to attend to, babe. You don’t have to apologize.” You stated, not using the pet name “babe” often considering he liked the older, more meaningful pet names like “dear” “my love” “sweetness” and even “sugar pie” on occasion, when he was in a very good mood or in a happy drunken state. But you chose “babe” when it was only you two and in the comfort of your bed together. He didn’t mind it, he was just an old school kind of man. But he understood you were also your own person, and considering you were technically a hundred years younger than him being born in the new and modern world. Of course there would be differences, and he was okay with that.

“Maybe so, but I should’ve been with you more. I thank you for staying by my side despite it.” He sighed, causing you to tighten your hold on him in a loving manner. You never wanted him to feel bad or regretful. You only wanted him here now, as he was.

“You’re here now” you say, raising your head to look down at him, his eyes meeting yours as he tilts his head slightly to allow him more of a view of you. “That’s all I care about.” You smile. He gazed at you admiringly before lifting his head, his lips meeting yours in a warm kiss.

You place your hand on his cheek, holding him to you as you kissed slow and carefully, savoring the taste of one another. There were times he wondered how you were real, how you were his. You were a goddess in his eyes and he never wanted you to feel like anything less.

His fingertips gently caressed your sides underneath your shirt, meeting each others eyes once again when your lips parted. “You, my love, are otherworldly.” He states, tucking some stray hairs behind your ears and allowing his fingertips to trace down your neck and rest behind your neck softly.

You pressed your lips together as you took the time to admire him now, taking in his every perfect feature. He was the most beautiful man your eyes ever saw. And he made you feel like a gift from above in his eyes.

“I love you, James.” You say in nearly a whisper. The side of his mouth twitches into a smile before he pulls you back down to his chest, holding you against him again in a tight embrace. You listen to the sound of his heart beating in his chest, something you often wondered how it was possible but very much enjoyed listening to.

“I love you, so very much.” He replies quietly, placing another kiss on the top of your head, embracing your figure that was against his. He could hold you forever, never wanting to let you go. His mind raced over the thought of your frequent request to change you. He told himself he’d never allow it to happen, that he would never take your life for his own selfish desire. But now, laying here with you in his arms, he couldn’t fathom the thought of you passing someday. He couldn’t fathom the thought of you no longer here. It was true, you would pass one day, and he was going to be sure you passed outside of the hotel so that you could rest peacefully — but now he wondered if you could truly be happy spending eternity with him like you say. He wanted nothing more, but he needed to be sure. If you would reassure him one more time, he’d allow it. He would give you what you want, what he wants just as much. And you would be together indefinitely.

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[wntryoongs]

My thoughts while watching Deadpool & Wolverine

I made this review just for my entertainment and cuz I really couldn't control my excitement lol. Just a quick warning to please not take anything I say seriously :') (also i already wrote this review on letterboxd 3 days ago)

The intro alone deserves an Oscar.

THEY COVERED PETER PARKER'S FACE I AM SOBBING. DOES WADE KNOW WHO HE IS? With the 4th wall breaking power and whatnot.

The costume fitting scene with the butt slaps, slaps. Call me immature idc.

"Get your special socks on, nerds." Deadpool was adressing me on this one guys 🤣🙏🏻🙏🏻 my little geek brain was exploding with every little reference.

Cassandra Nova, JUST ONE CHANCE PLEASE I AM ON MY KNEES 🧎🏻

Casual by Chappell Roan was playing in my head when DP & W were fighting in that Honda. That was a tad bit too romantic bye.

Nicepool, I am mourning for you 24/7. You deserved so much better. Thank you for that wonderful The Proposal line. You have made my life complete.

Interesting cameos: it took me a minute to identify the Henry Cavill one. Chris Evans, what a treat! JENNIFER GARNER, MY WIFE!

A traumatized Wolverine and Deadpool vs. a hundred other Deadpools fight sequence lifted my soul. I legitimately thought I was floating away. I didn't blink. Not once.

Hugh Jackman: shirtless. My jaw=dropped (no cuz seriously). I understand the hype now. And don't ask me if I was salivating, anybody who claims to have seen me do such a horrendous act is a lying liar who lies 😐

I smelled a Deadpool hyperfixation incoming the moment i said "he's literally me". Wade Wilson is pookie.

Bad ass holy shit. Other than those Cherik edits I keep on seeing, Deadpool & Wolverine is the only reason I am finally convinced to watch x-men. Also I now wholeheartedly support the Xmen>Avengers agenda. In terms of power, at least.

Unrelated but why was Bucky not here? I miss him. And furthermore, WHERE was my beloved God of Mischief/Time/Stories!?? TVA plot kinda confused me, because isn't Loki the one whos supposed to hold all the timeline branches?

Compared to DP1&2, this was definitely toned down.

"We'll use the power of (homoerotic) friendship!" Ahh ending 😭. I can't even be mad though cuz they played it out so well. My only complaint for this movie is this: why didn't they kiss? Not even just a small smooch? But it's alright; God gave us ao3 for a reason.

I am very glad to have watched with people who aren't passive. Everyone in the audience were laughing. The whole experience was a great vibe.

The post-credit montage with Good Riddance playing in the background had me tearing up (i was biting my hand trying to stop myself from sobbing).

All in all, yes.

Ps: I've been awaiting this movie the second it was announced to be produced. Also I've never avoided show spoilers before since I suffer from chronic FOMO and anxiety when it comes to media that I like. Even though I only had to avoid spoilers for a few days here and on letterboxd, I was already experiencing withdrawal because I felt like clawing my eyes out whenever I try to stop myself from opening reviews. EITHERWAY, it was worth it 😊

PPS: Much like Ryan Reynolds was born to play Deadpool, Hugh Jackman was born to play Wolverine.

[70smarauderz]

my 1970/80s celebrities face claims for the marauders era characters

James Potter

listen this one is gonna sound hilarious but HEAR ME OUT THO jfk jr. like look at the hair and tell me u don’t see it even a little bit, i do kinda have a fc for a desi!james but it’s 100% based on me falling in love with an actors smile and im not sold on the hair (look up young akshay kumar if you’re curious)

Sirius Black

there are a few choices Steve Tyler, Mick Jagger or Keith Richards and while i do love all of them and have a soft spot for mick jagger i have been leaning towards Keith a bit more lately

Remus Lupin

i love thinking about the bowie vibes remus gave off but LISTEN: IAN CURTIS

Peter Pettigrew

i don’t have much to say about this one i just looked at paul young and it felt right peter 100% would style his hair like that idk what to tell u

Lily Evans

jane seymour u are lily to me, u don’t understand that’s how i picture lily i don’t care that her hair is not reallyyyy red that’s literally the lily i saw in my head when i read the books

Marlene Mckinnon

this one was just too easy marlene mckinnon u just are debbie harry to me

Dorcas Meadowes

if marlene was the easiest dorcas was the hardest NO ONE looks like dorcas to me, the only person who comes close is chaka khan because of her smile

Mary MacDonald

i wanted put diahann carroll as mary so bad (because im a little bit obsessed with her) but i already feel like im cheating putting ppl born in the 40s lol, this is brenda sykes and i thing she has the same something in her eyes idk that young diahann has that reminds me of mary

Emmeline Vance

much like jane seymour is lily evans, rekha just is emmeline vance to me idk what to tell you

Frank Longbottom

i don’t even think frank smoked or had a cool look but this specific picture of Joe Strummer grabbed me by the neck and said i am frank longbottom and i had no choice but to agree

you know how i said Dorcas was the hardest? i lied, i have no idea who Alice, Snape or Regulus would be/look like

[cannesavenue]

Wolfstar Microfic: May Prompt 7 - Secret Relationship

Word count: 598 @wolfstarmicrofic

Remus was bored, and cold, and annoyed. His knees were starting to stiffen up, and he’d resorted to tucking his hands into his armpits for warmth, even with his gloves on. He glared at Sirius from behind; the other boy showed no sign of registering the cold, and had instead been peering intently around the corner of the half-timbered cottage for the better part of an hour. The snow that fell in slow, fat flakes and settled across his head and back only seemed to make things colder.

The cottage, while offering limited protection from the midwinter Scottish wind, provided a clear view of the path that led straight into Hogsmeade with the added benefit of hiding them from view entirely. They’d had some early-relationship snogs behind the house, and no one had been the wiser.

With every passing minute, Remus wished he’d been firmer about sticking to his plan: shopping in the village and a Valentine’s drink at the Three Broomsticks. Better yet, he wished they’d stuck to Sirius’s plan: wait for everyone to leave the castle and spend the afternoon in bed. While less romantic, he’d at least have been warm.

He blamed James for missing out on both.

“You really think–” started Remus.

“Shh! He’s coming!” hissed Sirius. Remus tried to school the surprise off his face, as if Sirius could see him and gloat. He leaned over the other boy to look around the corner, nearly groaning in pleasure at the heat radiating from Sirius’s back.

James was walking down the hill quickly, his dark hair and cloak dusted with snowflakes. Even from a distance, Remus could see the fog that clung to his lenses.

“That absolute–”

Sirius shushed him again. Remus grumbled halfheartedly. James had told the rest of the Marauders that he’d get some quality time on the pitch, since it was Valentine’s Day and he insisted he didn’t want to third-wheel any of them. But Sirius claimed he’d seen something shifty in James’s eyes and devised this ludicrous plan. They’d dropped Peter and his date at Madam Puddifoot’s and looped back to keep watch from behind the cottage.

“He’s alone,” Remus said, flatly. Maybe he’d just changed his mind. The conditions were shit for Quidditch, though Remus thought that about most weather and Quidditch.

“Quiet, Moony!”

Remus lowered his chin, speaking directly into Sirius’s ear. He enjoyed the way Sirius shivered beneath him. “No sign of a mysterious date, Pads. Looks like I win this one.”

“Look! It’s Evans!” Sirius startled, nearly breaking Remus’s nose as his head reared back. Remus swore under his breath, eyes snapping to Lily, her red hair vibrant in the grey midafternoon as she emerged from a Hogsmeade sidestreet. She looked around furtively before stepping through the snow towards James. He could feel himself frowning as James veered off the main path towards her. Then his eyebrows rose to the top of his forehead as Lily launched herself into James’s arms and pulled him into a kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“That was no first kiss,” he said, shock keeping his voice low as he watched his two friends press themselves together under the falling snow. Only once they’d disappeared back into the village, retracing Lily’s footsteps, did Sirius pull himself to his full height, turning to face Remus.

“Told you,” Sirius said smugly. “You owe me a galleon.”

“If we head back to the castle, Black,” said Remus, “I’ll give you something better.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow, unfurling a tilted smile. “Yeah?”

Hand in hand, Remus let Sirius pull him back to Hogwarts.

[chierafied]

Jily Microfic March 19: Astounded

@jilymicrofics, 300 words. On AO3. 🦡💛

“Where the hell is Prongs?” Sirius grumbled, craning to see out of the door of their compartment.  

Peter paused at the door. “I thought he was right behind me?” 

“I’m sure he’ll show up,” Remus said as he claimed a window seat. 

Sirius huffed and plopped down to the seat next to Remus. “Are we there yet?” 

Remus elbowed him in the ribs. Peter laughed and sat down opposite from them. 

Mary MacDonald rapped at the door and leaned into the compartment. “Hey guys. When did James get a girlfriend?” 

“What?” squeaked Peter. 

“James doesn’t have a girlfriend,” Sirius retorted, rolling his eyes. 

Before Mary could respond, Marlene McKinnon sauntered in. “Any of you guys seen Lily?” 

“No, sorry,” Remus replied. 

“Evans is missing, too?” Sirius asked. 

“We seem to have misplaced James.” Peter smiled sheepishly. 

“Oh, James is out there snogging some bird senseless.” 

“What?!” 

“Who?” 

“Did you see who it was?” Mary asked. “Did you know James was dating anyone?” 

“I had no idea.” Marlene frowned. “And I couldn’t see who it was, but she seemed just as enthusiastic.” 

Sirius’ and Peter’s gazes met and locked. Then, they sprang up from their seats. 

“Can we not?” Remus called out, but Sirius and Peter were already out of the door. 

Mary and Marlene shrugged and followed. Remus grumbled and got up. 

They found James down the corridor. Sirius’ loud holler of “Oi, Prongs!” startled him enough to interrupt his public snogfest and turn around to face his friends. His cheeks were flushed. His companion offered a small wave. And everyone’s jaws collectively dropped. 

“How?” Peter cried. 

“When?” Mary shrieked. 

“What the actual fuck?” Sirius ground out. 

Remus’ eyebrows shot up. “Well, I guess we found Lily.” 

Marlene shook her head in astonishment. “What the hell happened over the summer?” 

[romanscoming]

Hi. Will u do evan peters x reader. Where Evan's friends are celebrating 🍾 his birthday at a strip club but he feels nervous since it's his first time being in a strip club since he's awkward and shy, but the reader works at a strip club gives him relief and makes him come out of his shell.

I was think about a face claim of the reader either to look like kali uchis or sza. But I chose sza bc she's wifey.

Love u girly pop.

“BEAUTY AND THE BEAR.”

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SHY!EVAN PETERS x BLACK!FEM!SEXY!STRIPPER!READER (READER IS A MIXTURE OF SZA & KALI) SMUT - 18+

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3RD PERSON | EVAN PETERS POV :

WARNING !

p in v, oral (m&f receiving), soft sex, gentle sex, praise kink, celebrating sex, birthday sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap), stripper/strip club, hair pulling kink, body worship, size kink, belly bulge kink, Evan wanting it slow so it can last long, spit kink, cum control, cockwarming, biting, marking kink, inexperienced/kinda experience, goddess kink, pleasing kink, pussyeating, Evan/Reader in control for the most part, whiny/sensitive Evan and Reader, begging, pleasuring and pleading, making out, tit sucking, edging, grinding, dirty talk, tongue fucking, reader playing in Evan's hair, overstimulation, mention of public fucking and owning Evan.

EVAN WAS NEVER THE TYPE OF GUY WHO WOULD GO TO CLUBS.., maybe bars, and small little clubs but never a strip club.

That's what he thought until now, all of his friends wanted to celebrate his win of best act, and his bday; January 20th, at a strip club, but nobody told Evan they surprised him with it, and boy oh boy was he embarrass.. and so nervous when he seen the girls dancing, and the smirks on his friends faces.

"Why are we here..?" they just smirk at his question before pulling him into a boot which was quickly followed by a waiter asking them what would they like to drink, before Evan could answer with 'water' his friends shouted "About 10 shots of Whiskey, and 5 shots of Crown"

Evan was in shock still nervous as ever but only the drink arrive he was forced by his friends to take at least about 7 of them, back to back.

That's he'd realize it was a busy night at the club, they were about 5 girls on the stage but nun caught his eye,, not yet.

Just as you arrived on stage, with a silky see-though rope as you had gotten closer to the rope and let your hand slip off of your shoulders pushing the rope off your your body exposing your glamour body roped ties around your body, showing off always your curves, the thickness around your thighs as the lining of the tongs laid out, all of your body fat showing making him crave you.

Just as his eyes rises from your legs to your breast as the straps of the sequin tank top hugged against your big boobs causing them to spill out around any open area it can find,, eyes falling back onto your stomach as he watch the rhinestones coming from your belly button all the way between your boobs.

It was like he was in heaven he didn't know what to do or what to think and was all just you,, a goddess.

He could tell this wasn't your first time dancing, by the way your outfit stood out of the rest, your shiny, like a Emperor,, a Feminine empress, like gold.. like the stars on a starry night.

Just as you stopped your little warm up, they called out your starring name, "Lady 'Gorgeous-Gensis' and her last and special dance for the night!"

Your head raised at the state of your name, and your let out a cheeky smile before swaying your hips against the pole, your hands stroking it, sliding up and down as your eyes travel throughout the audience smirking at all of the men with their heart eyes staring back at your while throwing cash.

Do to being a starring stripper, you hardly had to do shit to get the men attention, it was just the need of revealing clothes which intended to always get the attention the more.

Double DD cups, and a slim waist and with big juicy ass, and you'd have everyone in the whole world attention, no eyes off of you.

But you think that was way your became a stripper?

You friend and you loved to dance as you grew up, elementary School dance team, middle school dance team, and aa track-star in high school and dance team again, you just loved to sway your hips around and dance around,

Whenever you were on the stage, next to the pole with the lights shining on you, it was as if nobody was there you were just dancing to be happy, to feel like how it was to be young dancing on tv or something,

All of the motion in you, just rolling on your body, sassing your hips, jiggling all of the shininess of your outfit around the whole room and your eyes fell onto Evans sparkled eyes as he wanted you out of all of the women in the room, he was watching you

Watching your every move, every step, every bounce, every shake, everything, and once your eyes locked in, and you smirk and blew him a kiss he was calling from heaven,

he could have died in your arms right then and there.

A loyalist man, who is just craving you attention, your body and wants to make you feel like .

Evan would make your pleasure his top priority, did do anything to have you moaning, crying and moaning his name in pleasure from what he was doing to you.

Locking in eyes with him was like a predator and a prey right in action.

You didn't think but was your swing on the pole legs half wide and your back arched as your head fell back looking into his eyes one again before standing up and bouncing on the floor in a slip,,

You wanted to get him in action, hard as a rock.. you just wanted him as much as he wanted you, but who was going to tease the other the most.

You stood up a little like a pornstar, as your felt back to your knee throwing your head back

Before telling your hands fall to the floor and hold on to it as your whipped your head back and front letting your energy max out as your started to crawl to the edge of the stage where Evan was standing before facing your back toward him and bouncing your ass up and down acting as if it was him.. you know his cock.

You hungry little slut, you take it anymore and you knew you were getting closer to the end of your dance before you walked back to the pole all sexy and sassy just as your stripped from up to down on that pole before posing with your body upside down.

Legs crossed holding you on the pole as your hands landed on the floor keeping your head from dropping dead on the floor, you wink as the eyes on you screamed and cheered as the room went all dark, and you were off the stage and into the back dressing rooms.

You were fixing your hair, makeup and wiping all of the sweat from your body off as your sprayed your perfume and felt all pretty and beautiful again, like a beauty model.

Just as your disappeared in the darkness Evan frowned.. he wanted to see more of you, he'd stood up from his stop and sat at the bar dressing the alcohol he was given, "Your eyes were on Y/N huh boy?"

"that's her name?" Evan grin to himself before looking from his drink, hands and then finally at the man,

All he could think of is your pretty, full of beauty skin, and a gorgeous name for your gorgeous-self,, so beautiful.

"She's not quite new maybe joined in about a couple of days ago or a week, but her moves are always something new, yk."

Evan just smiled at the man before smirking as he started to move away, noticing you in a rope walking around towards a closet.

"Hi..uh-Hey Y/N,, I can-" Evan had tired to say before you continued to walk farther away from him.

He frowned to himself but it was turned upside down when he heard your soft voice..

"Hold on,, just a second baby." He had heard you say,, it was like you were sent from heaven for him, you have him floating following you like one of the cartoon characters madly inlove.

Evan let out a small whimper, "uh.. Okay!"

You walked back out with shoes and your heels in your hand as you backpack was on your back hair clipped up, but in a pretty way to make Evan fall for her more.

He watched as you got closer to him letting out a small chuckle, "What is it honey?"

She started to walk off, waving at others stripper and the bartenders and other worked before walking out the door.

Evan was following her close behind, forgetting about his birthday and about what he friends sent him here to do, to celebrate right?

He followed behind you ramble as he stayed behind you all the way to your car, just are you let out a hum and grabbed a hold of the door handle of the car.

You body turned very fast and you locked eyes with the taller men, as you heart skipped a beat, and word were caught in his throat.

You smiled and grab ahold of his hand before kissing it, "The infamous Evan Peters caught a eye fa' me?"

You could see the redness of his cheeks as he was flushed with blush across his face.

You smile before kissing his hand and up his arms before licking his name, looking at him while doing it before his grip on your hand had gotten tighter.

Just as you were getting on your tippy-toes to kiss him, as your breath was on his bottom lip..

His body shocked, which making you press your forehead against his, before..

Whispering in his ear, "Relax birthday-boy.., Would you a present from me?" Just as you kissed him before he could even answer your question.

That's how it leaded to the position you were in now, you were in the back seat of your car just as your legs were spread wide open.

You had teased him enough he shoved you in the back seat and ripped off the rope you had on before and the lingerie your had one before fingering you for a while.

But now it was something different,

Evan hands with a mad grip on your thighs as his head was buried in between your thighs deep inside of them, he'd made you cum at least twice already,

You were just begging him to let you please him; whining moaning, whimpering and crying balling in tears.

"Baby-Baby, Bb~AagHh~Evannn!"

Moans leaving out your mouth left and right and his tongue worked hard on your clit like he had double the speed and double the tongue going rapidly between your pussy lips.

over and over and over, you were happy but sad, it was his birthday and he was suppose to be getting the pleasure, just as you felt about orgasm coming up your looked in his eyes just as he thrusted his tongue into your cunts hole, again and again and again.

He hummed against your pussy, "Cum all over my face cmon, precious." he said as he bit on your pussy making you let out a loud cry.

Just as your body started to shake at your approaching pit in your stomach, Evan hands fell on your body, the feel of your curves against him was like heaven

He would be lying to you if he'd say no he wasn't palming himself thought his pants, he'd been at it sense the second time you came,

The way he was licking you like he was a man who hadn't even in seconds, days, weeks, months, years..

So ferocious..

Savage,..

And VICIOUS

You were loving it just as much as you were losing it, your hand quickly fell to his hair as you pushed him closer inside of you pussy before thrusting your hips upwards letting his nose slip up and down your slit over and over..

You let out a loud ass moan, "Please!!, Evan-Babyyyy-ahhh~ nngh-pleas'Honeyy!" you whined as your eyes fell into his eye just as his watch you twitch on his tongue and seen how your eyes were trying to focus on him, you needed to be praised.

"Y/N, you doing so good baby, just cum on vanny's tongue, cum all over his face for him okay, just keep your eyes on me when you have your orgasm?"

You nodded quickly as he mumbled a small, "good baby girl" in your pussy before licking it up better then he was doing before.

His finger shoved into your hole, thrusting them back and forwards,, and starting to curl them up inside of you as your eyes were on him and as they rolled back for a bit.

"Cumming!!.. Im cumming evvy!! Aaaah~ I can't hold it its so strong aagh~ pleaseeee.. nngh! You whimpered just as your body shaken bad, all of your body moving as your pussy squirted all over Evans face just as his fingers in your cunt were covered in thick white substances..

Pussy fully juiced as most of it was still coming out falling into Evans mouth as his opened it whine wanting more, you moaned at the sight before, his fingers circled your clit just as you came once again, as the liquid spilled out of your hole.

His pants were off now, boxed still of as he sticked his hand out and palmed himself as you watched whining wanting to touch him as you reach for him but he didn't save you.

Evan kissed your stomach up to your neck, peppermint kissing your face cooling you down as he kissed your lips..

"I was supposed you please you vanny-bear!"

He shushed you just as you got settled on his lap, just as he exposed he coded cock with his pre-cum mixture of gulps of his white thicken cum.

Finally as you were pushed down on his cock, you started ridding him, as his sucked on your neck, letting marks all around.

Slowly, bucking your hips back and forth as his cock filled you up.

His hands quickly gripped on your waist squeezing roughly as he became all nervous and clingy to you, wanting you to be closer.

You whimpered as his nails were starting to go into your stink, just as another loud whimper fell out of your mouth.

Evan hand darted up to over your mouth shushing you a little.

"Shh, doll, you can't be too loud." He spoke softly to you,

You nodded quickly looking deeply into his eyes as you started to ride faster.

Evan didn't wanna to rick him wanting to hear you so he didn't hand from your mouth, instead he stuff two fingers; middle and index into your mouth chargering you to suck them.

Evan had never been ridden like this, it was like a dream, he was still a little clingy but wanted to control himself because he was scared he was going to lose it and was going to bone you into the seats on the car,,

But it seem like he was going that anyways like his hands were rolling around you body all over as he started to play with your tits for a while as he squeezed them and pinch the nipples making you whine again..

"Holy fuckkk-you're riding me sooo'g good babyyy doll." He groaned under you as your head fell in his neck as you started to bounce more, but slowly gave out.

Evan began lifting your hips, meeting you half way, but in the same pace, just thrusting much faster then you.

Your moans were going to be the death of him as they became louder even though they were muffled.

He knew for a fact you hadn't been touch like how he's been touching you know.

"Please.. Bear.. I don't think I can't last any longer.."

Just as you choked on his fingers he flipped you guys over just as the white liquid circle was reveal around his cock as he thrusted in and out.

Your hands grabbed his shoulders and the right hand fell to his back as you whined loud and moan, as you breathe was caught up as you felt him slipping in you as you had a dent in your stomach.. which was his fat mushroom tip and thick member.

You whimper and all, as you nails duged into Evans skins as his head fell back as he groaned for the pain and started to ram into your cunt.

Fast and faster by the second your eyes were rolling back just as he was watching you slowly kissing your forehead and rubbing his thumb around your lips as he pushed it into your mouth making you suck on it, as you were full on babbling while sucking.

"Such a pretty cockdrunk dollface."

He kissed your lips deeply, both of you huffing mouths together,

as the kiss was very angrily or passionately which to choose, pulling on the bikini top, which were now not even covering your breast, they were exposed to the fresh lustful air.

You were pulling Evan closer to you just as you were humping upwards while his dick was hitting your celivix over and over

You eyes rolled back, just as your head fell back and you kissed your teeth as you held Evan more closer wanting more just as you guys both started to thrust against each other..

"Evannnn! bear,, vanny.. mm.. ah! please god.. Soooo good s'good!" You cried and babbled just as you guys locked eyes again as you clench to him once you started to cream his cock, full of your juices and wetness.

You kissed Evan heatedly as he started to ram into you over and over, quickly as his dick twitched in your warm thigh cunt..

"Y/NNNN!" He groaned as he felt you tighten around him, "I don't think I can pull out.. you sucking me in Y/N.. fffff'fuck!"

Just then and now, you were nodding at him as you cupped his cheek wanting him to stay focused on you, a sex kiss, wet and sloppy as you guys tongues slapped and played against each other just as you clench around him more.

Wrapping your legs around his hip pushing him deep was you sensitive pussy was feeding him in more and more, you cried as you felt him rack into your womb, you nodded your head more

His cock twitches even more finally as his cupped face in your hand focused on you and your tight cunt just as his thrusts were getting sloppier and quicken slowly,

He moaned and groaned as you clenched on him more wanting him to stay and not more, before you knew it the wall of your cunt were painted white, you smiled at him giving him a lazy kiss as you let him ride out his orgasm and kissed you deeply but breathlessly feeling him still in your stomach

SORRY IF ITS SHORT, IF WANT MORE VISUAL P LINK I CAN DO IT JUST COMMENT AND LET ME KNOW ILL DO IT FOR ALL STORIES NOW.

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