#favourite nail varnish

[teddyniffler]

Every day I am reminded that Tom Riddle helped Ginny write that love poem to Harry.

Tom, bored of Ginny already and holding in his laughter: You could always compare his eyes to toads, they are green.

Ginny: His eyes are as green as ... a fresh pickled toad!

Tom, now crying with laughter: It's beautiful, Ginny.

Ginny: His Hair is as dark as a Blackboard. I wish he was mine...

(Tom: Kill me now)

Tom, oozing with hatred at Harry: How about 'He's really divine', as he must have god-like powers to stop You Know Who after all...

(Tom: I must know how he lived... how did he survive? I must meet this boy)

Tom, now seething in sarcasm: How about ending it with, something like, 'Hero who conquered the Dark Lord' that's a good ending.

(Tom: I wonder if anybody picks up on the Dark Lord part. I would love to get the girl's family framed for being my supporters...)

Tom, rolling his eyes: Okay Ginny, show me the finished poem please.

Ginny: His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad. His hair is as dark as a blackboard.I wish he was mine, he's really divine. The hero who conquered the Dark Lord. 🥰💝🥰

Tom, trying to rip out his own pages: Ginny, it's the best thing I've ever heard. He will just love it.

[avocado-writing]

i neeeed smth silly with wade and his s/o having a stereotypical teenage girls' sleepover- painting their nails, gossiping about boys (logan) and trying to style wade's wack ass wig.

sigh unfortunately i am in love with The Idiot

Honestly? You’re pretty fucking happy.

Wade is incredibly attentive. A goofball, sure, and the kinda guy to take things a little too far sometimes - but he can always tell when there’s something wrong. You’ve been far too stressed. Work has been getting you down, too much pressure with not enough appreciation, and it just feels like you’re being ground into the dirt by someone’s heel. Your usual enthusiasm when you come home has been ablated and you’ve barely been able to give Wade a smile recently. 

So tonight, when you walk in with gloom heavy around you, you’re pleasantly surprised when the apartment is lit with candles and your favourite album is playing quietly on the stereo. Wade looks up from where he’s judging between two facemasks. 

“Okay, we can go with ‘jasmine tranquillity’ or ‘rose seduction’. I’m feeling ‘rose seduction’, but maybe that’s because sensuality is my middle name. Well, one of my middle names. Wade Winston Sensuality Wilson.”

You put your work bag down and fix him with the smile which can’t help rising over your face. 

“What’s all this?”

“I couldn’t have my pookie ending their week on a bum note. I co-opted the place for ourselves tonight.”

“And Logan doesn’t care? Al?”

“Out drinking and at bridge, respectively. I’ll let you guess which one’s where.”

The image of your gruffest housemate sitting across from three retirees while playing cards makes you snort, and Wade knows he’s got you. 

Now? Now the facemask is smelling the room with soft perfume and you’re swilling your Merlot around in its glass, watching as Wade holds one of your bare feet in his lap and carefully applies red to your nails. There are curlers in your hair but none in his wig, because god knows you refuse to touch that thing any more than you absolutely have to. 

“This wine is nice,” you hum, slightly buzzed from the two glasses you’ve already had.

“It’s not, it was ten dollars, but once you’ve had enough you stop noticing that it tastes like ass,” he replies. Yeah, okay, he’s right. You down the rest of it and lean back against the sofa, watching him work as your vision swims a little. 

“You’re really good at this,” you hum. Wade doesn’t tear his eyes away from where he’s applying varnish in neat, diligent strokes. 

“I can sever a guy’s spine through his first and second lumbar vertebrae from thirty feet away. I’ve got steady hands, babe.” As easily as if he was commenting on the weather he holds up a small tray of press-on decals. “Now, do you want the little apples or the little cherries?”

You snort, gleeful. “Oh my god Wade, did you get those from Claire’s?”

“Yes I did. I went into Claire’s today because I’m confident in my masculinity and it’s a wonderful, joyous place to be.”

“… did Laura go in with you so you wouldn’t feel weird?”

“Yukio. I’m picking the cherries,” he decides with an air of finality. You cradle your woozy head in your arms and sigh, happily. 

“I love you, Wade.”

Finally he looks up, his face melting into a smile. 

“Yeah, I love you too. Now do you wanna watch Definitely, Maybe or Bridget Jones tonight?”

“Bridget Jones. You get weird when we watch the other one.”

“Heh, yeah,” he agrees. 

Taglist: @falsewordz @malfoys-demigod @belilwen @mildly-salted @tvwebs @childeslegstrap @getmeoutofhell @s1eep-o @just-a-beatlemaniac69 @yrthr @momopad @sugarplumz100 @captainjinkx @madspads @acrosstheunivcrse @yeethaw13

[writingwisterias]

Day 17: Threesome

DI! Leon Kennedy x AFAB! Reader x Jill Valentine Warnings: SMUT, MNDI, Threesome - M,F,F , Oral, Face riding, Cowgirl, Unprotected sex Masterlist

Leon had no fucking clue how he ended up in this situation. Not that he was complaining though. He was lying on the bed, his raging hard-on twitching and throbbing at the sight before him. His beautiful girlfriend, her naked form shining in the dim light of the bedroom like he was some goddess. Your whines filled the room, each one causing blood to rush to his cock. He desperately wanted to relieve some of the pressure, wanting to cave and lubricate his cock with the large amount of precum that he had spilt already but Jill told him he wasn’t allowed to touch it. Yes, Jill Valentine - he had only met the woman recently after their mission in Alcatraz.

The group invited him out for drinks, which you tagged with him for support or to make sure he didn’t exceed his limit. However, you had hit it off with his new acquaintance. Spending the evening laughing and joking, doing shots. Jealous ran through his system just like it did now as he watched Jill switch between your breasts. 

He watched as the woman's fingers worked your pussy, circling the clit or spreading your arousal all over. When Jill wasn’t in the way he could vaguely see it spread over your thighs. His fingers itched to touch you, his mouth watered at the thought of your sweet taste. Leon was a patient man however, he would wait. 

Jill let go of your breast with a pop, a line of saliva following her movements. She looked over her shoulder at Leon. He grumbled at her chuckle, watching how pathetic he looked like that. “Jealous?” Jill teased. His eyes narrowed glaring at the woman but it disappeared as fast as it formed. Her fingers lightly followed the veins on his cock, cupping his balls with the heel of her palm. You smiled at his whimper, watching as he followed her movements. “Come here darling” Jill instructed pointing to you. Leon smiled as he saw you approach, his eyes fluttering shut when he felt your fingers touch his thighs. “I think Leon is jealous, shall we give him some love?” 

She brought your hand to his cock it instantly twitched to your touch. Leon grumbled as Jill set a pace, guiding your hand to the movement that she wanted. Your thumb swiped across the slit in his tip, smiling at the cloudy liquid that decorated the nail varnish you wore. Jill moved towards his head, her breasts bouncing as she moved catching Leon’s attention. With a nod from Jill, you swung your leg to the overside of him, now hovering over his desperate cock. He could perfectly see all the foreplay Jill had done, your breast perked and tight the nipples erect. Your lips were coated in your juices, your pussy puffy and waiting to sink on him. Leon’s hands gripped at the sheets, his eyes never leaving yours. He almost forgot Jill was in the room until her thighs landed at either side of his head, muting the sounds of the room as she cushioned them. He wanted to groan, to protest that he wouldn’t be able to hear the wet sounds of your pussy riding on his cock. Your sweet little moans as he makes you feel full. It was all his favourite part. 

He watched as you sunk onto his cock, his length disappearing inside of you. Your ass putting the right amount of pleasure on his balls. You didn’t move, just waited patiently for Jill’s next instruction - always the good girl he thought. He had trained you well. A shadow formed over his face as he looked up to be met with the view of Jill’s pussy. Her arousal had coated her despite the lack of attention she had given herself. As if making the both of you feel good was enough for her. He watched greedily as Jill lowered herself onto his face. A smirk already filled his features as he thought about his next move. Unlike you, Leon didn’t play by the rules. Jill’s control faltered and he began to feast upon her. He could feel her thighs tighten around his head muting the sounds around him further, her hips already rocking against his stubble. 

It was his turn to moan again as you began to move, working yourself to an orgasm focusing only on his lower half. He could feel your fingers lightly scrape at his abs, your nails digging into the muscles as you worked yourself on his cock. Your walls fluttered as you brought yourself closer to your orgasm, he wanted to focus on the feeling but with Jill riding her face it was hard. 

His cock was so painfully hard with all the attention on him. “Such an attention whore” You chuckled to the woman oppiste you. The only one that could actually hear you. Jill laughed as well, followed by a loud groan from her as she began to hit his nose just right. Leon’s fingers dug into her hips as he pulled Jill closer to him. Devouring her eagerly. You could feel the puffy veins of his cock as they dragged through you. His cock throbbed the closer he got, his orgasm practically going to explode inside of you. You picked up your speed as best you could, your thighs burning from the movements. Your hands now pressed on his stomach firmly as you worked yourself faster. He smiled against Jill. Her fingers now tugging at the strands of his hair. His nose brushed against her clit with each thrust she made. Leon sucked harder, his tongue working magic as you all attempted to release at the same time. 

He vaguely heard Jill talk again, her commanding voice weakening as her orgasm was impending. He wasn’t sure what the instruction was until he finally felt you clench around his cock. Your perfect cunt sucked him in place as your orgasm shattered through you. He could feel it drip down his balls as they tightened, ready for his release inside of you. To pump you full of him so you wouldn’t forget who you belonged to in this scenario. Jill tugged on his hair, his face getting drenched in her juices as he sucked hard on it. It was only when she lifted she smirked down at his puffy lips and his lust-blown eyes. A pleading look on his face as he continued to thrust up into you like some horny dog. Jill nodded her head, permitting him to finally cum. 

You smiled as his warmth filled you, his cock driving so deep inside as he deposited it. You could feel it drip out of you, creating a cocktail of the two of you. Jill smiled at the intimacy of the two of you. The love you both had made her smile as you both calmed down. “That was-” Leon groaned, his head falling back on soft sheets. You didn’t move, enjoying the feeling of him softening inside of you. Jill placed a kiss on your cheek and ruffled the man's hair a signal of her goodbye. A hidden promise in her eyes as you watched her leave for another round one day soon. 

Leon tugged you into his chest, holding you close in the post-orgasm state. Neither of you said anything instead letting the newfound relaxation take you both into a peaceful sleep. 

Taglist: @kasueli @luvrgreyy @michellekmsh @miss0giarra @cinnabunnysavvy @redollface @my-loved-figure-skates @luvlouiee @drawboo22 @moth-quasar @nyxxoxo @crazy-b1tch @misswynters

[stargirlinterludefr]

JJ MAYBANK’s OLDER SISTER

TW: mentions of abuse, luke maybank, mentions of drugs (weed)

90s streetwear, bandanas with backwards caps, wired headphones placed messily over her ears or looped around her neck, denim jorts with tight tops, dirty second hand adidas shoes & combat boots, messy untamed hair, loves pop music, mismatched nail varnish is her jam, freckles darted across her face, bikini tan lines, bikinis also under every fit, skateboard constantly looped under her arm, is a biker, ring clad hands, bracelets given to her by kiara, baggy t-shirts she stole from jj & john b, hates the police, always has a pre rolled joint, spongebob grinder, has a wallet with a photo of her and the pogues inside, loves to surf, is a pro at keg stands, always up to fight a kook, street & book smart, huge film nerd, hates shouting, pope is arguably her closest friend (JB is dubbed her second brother), takes the brunt of luke’s beatings because she wont let him touch her little brother, very protective sister, favourite colour is orange

[muldermuse]

butcher is a girldad (in my brain, 2 girls: youngest is 3 and the other is 5)

you’re away with work and he’s got the girls all day- you know they’re running him riot 

the first text of the day is pink and blue nail varnish all over butcher’s nails and fingers. his hand is in front of his face with your daughters squished in with him- “daddy went to the nail salon…” 

an hour or so later, butcher sends you a picture of them focusing on drawing a family picture. their brows are creased in concentration and crayons are scattered across the dining room table- “our little artists hard at work….” 

you get an accidental FaceTime after a few hours, your youngest is holding her daddy’s phone unsteadily as she smiles when she realises she can see you. she passes the phone to billy who’s focused face brightens when he notices you. “oh hey mom, we’re all watchin’ nemo on the sofa- ain’t we girls?”. he holds the camera above him to show both girls clutching them favourite teddies whilst cuddling up to him, eyes fixed to the tv and completely ignoring you. 

“have you had a fun day with daddy, girls?” you coo, seeing if you could even get a crumb of their attention whilst their favourite movie is on

they nod, still looking at the screen rather than you. as butcher goes to answer, he’s interrupted by a little voice. 

“daddy? is that what it’s really like under the sea?”

“yeah course darlin’, it’s j-“ 

a quieter voice pipes up, “daddy? we get a fish? please” 

after that it becomes an excited babble of what kind of fish they would get, what colour and how many they want. 

“gotta go sweetheart, important business bein’ discussed ‘ere. say bye to mom, girls” 

they all wave bye and tell you that they love you 

[the-sun-is-also-a-star]

sirius black headcanons:

• only eats strawberry jam. refuses to eat any other type of jam. he'll only have it on toast that's been buttered first too.

• will eat lemon slices whole without flinching

• so so prideful

• refuses to ask for help

• hates apologising and admiting he was in the wrong for anything because it wasn't how he was raised and its a habit he can't kick.

• sprawls across chairs because he thinks he's entitled to take up space. he does it subconsciously it comes naturally to him

• his eyelashes are so. fucking. long.

• hates drinking water. james has to force him to hydrate.

• has really long, slender fingers and really long nail beds

• hates the feeling of dirt under his nails so he keeps them well manicured and cleans them religiously

• has very sharp canine teeth

• only very loud and talkative around the marauders. relatively cool and non-talkative around others.

• he comes off as a know-it-all even if he doesn't intend too. he's just brilliant and he knows it.

• really good at essay writing

• leaves work for the absolute last minute and then still aces it anyway and it pisses everyone else off

• prioritises his friends above anyone else

• his favourite professor is minerva

• mindlessly twirls his wand in between his fingers when he's thinking

• chews on the inside of his cheek when he's nervous or anxious

• his space is organised chaos. it looks messy as hell but he knows exactly where everything is and hates when people move his stuff.

• extremely blunt in the way he speaks

• coats all his silver jewelry in clear nail varnish so the silver doesn't burn moony. he re-coats them every month so the layer never wears off

• has an extremely high pain tolerance and would barely grimace getting any tattoos or piercings

• the only facial piercings he ever considered getting were an eyebrow piercing and a nose piercing

• prefers not to eat breakfast and will likely just have tea or coffee

• is a pretty talented artist but doesn't tell people about it

• rolls his eyes at people extremely often

• grinds his teeth when he's annoyed but can't do anything about it to the point where he makes his jaw stiff

• is a surprisingly good teacher but only the other marauders know this

• doesn't start or end conversations he just simply carries on talking from where he left off last time

[jilyawards]

The Jily Fandom Rec List 2024 is a compilation of Jily stories our readers want to keep an eye on for this year's awards.

MAY

All The Lonely People (Where Do They All Come From?) (WIP, 4.9k as of 31 May 2024) by @nodirectionhome-ao3. Rated M.

James Potter is a Ministry agent. Lily Evans is a disrupter. But Lily is gone...a figment of the past... Or so James thinks.

Risky Behaviour (completed, 1k) by @jamesunderwater. Rated M.

Lily is determined not to get distracted during rounds again. Written for @jilymicrofics Mystery Microfic May Prompt 27: Risk

Sweet Seventeen (completed, <1k) by @jamesunderwater. Rated G.

James is dating an older woman. She loves snow. He loves... well, it's too soon to say it.

here lies (completed, 4.4k) by @gigglesandfreckles-hp. Rated T.

“Were we expecting you?” He looks slightly horrified, as if he’s forgotten an important appointment, and turns to his wife for help. “I’m sorry if— “No, dear.” Euphemia shakes her head, moving toward him and running a smoothing hand through his mop of messy, white hair. “Lily here was just depositing our highly inebriated son.” “Oh, that’s rather charitable of her.” [or: James can't hold his drink, or his affections]

the same rule applies to goodness and grief (completed, 3.6k) by @gigglesandfreckles-hp. Rated T.

“I need your assurance that if this all goes tits up and you end up dead, you’re not gonna haunt me for stealing your family.” “I’m starting to question whether your concern for my safety is genuine.” “Just can’t help it, Prongs. World's cutest baby. You and stupid Evans. Beautiful people. I hate you both.” “Good night, Sirius,” says Lily, shaking her head in laughter. [or: James is starting to worry Lily so she calls in reinforcements]

maybe it was egos swinging (maybe it was her) (completed, 11.1k) by @apalapucian. Rated T.

james starts rolling his shoulders, wincing. "jesus, evans." "back at ya," says lily, testing her wrists. "ever heard of taking it easy?" "with you? never." "can’t believe you’d use confringo on me." "knew you'd block it," he says. "can’t believe you’d use depulso." she shrugs, grinning. "knew you'd block it." (or: seventh-year, auror-aspirant, academic rivals, head boy and head girl james and lily.)

Hitchhikers May Be Escaping Inmates (WIP, 24.3k as of 31 May 2024) by @themaraudershavethephonebox. Rated T.

At eighteen, Lily Evans learned she had a soulmate. June seventh she woke up with scrawled text over her ribcage that could not come off in the shower no matter how hard she scrubbed, or with the wipes her mother used to get pen ink out of her father’s clothes, nor the acetone her sister used to remove her nail varnish. Lily Evans still believed in love, in magic. That she could fly. But the universe would not be calling the shots when it came to it fuck you very much.

Love for the Summer (WIP, 51.9k as of 31 May 2024) by @missgryffin. Rated E.

It's the summer after sixth year, Lily Evans is realizing she fancies James Potter, and James has Sirius Black's motorbike to thank for getting Lily out of the friend zone.

The Loyal Companion: A Tale of Bad Dates and Good Whiskey (WIP, 10.7k as of 31 May 2024) by @sophie-hatter-jenkins. Rated M.

Lily Evans endures a series of disastrous first dates at her new favourite bar, The Loyal Companion. Still, at least the whiskey is good. And the bartender is cute. Not her type though. Nope, definitely not.

Just the Two of Us (completed, 10.2k) by @arianatwycross. Rated T.

Head Students James and Lily face a perilous twist when a malicious potion surfaces in hate mail directed at Lily. Dumbledore orders a week-long quarantine in the Head Students' suite. With unspoken crushes lingering, the duo navigates close quarters, leading to unexpected revelations, lingering looks and forehead kisses.

silence and patience, pining in anticipation (completed, 1.2k) by @kay-elle-cee. Rated T.

Lily’s been hung up on James for years; a tipsy conversation might be the push she needs to do something about it.

A Heart of Coal (completed, 8.6k) by @wearingaberetinparis. Rated T.

They say fortune favours the bold, yet Lily Evans was given her death sentence at seventeen. As soon as midnight strikes on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, her heart will turn to coal. Gryffindor knight James Potter, however, is the last to accept such a fate. For while Lily Evans’ curse foretells her death, his foreshadows a life without his unrequited true love at his side. Written for the March Jily Challenge. Prompt: A curse will strike on A's birthday and that can only be undone by a dragon’s fire, true love's kiss or a fairy's tears. None of those three even exist, or do they?

meet you there (completed, 7.8k) by flagpoles. Rated M.

Lily Evans to James Potter: why is this bar called the horse and carriage btw James Potter: romantic gesture from binns for his ex wife James Potter: it was their nicknames for each other. wish i was joking Lily Evans: fuck me i would also divorce a guy who nicknamed me carriage James Potter: believe it or not she was horse Lily Evans: well christ // they work in a bar and things are going completely fine, actually

Check out the previous months' recs too: January, February, March || April

Happy reading!

[tteokdoroki]

𑊡˚+₊🍼✦ — pretty hands + katsuki bakugou.

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — fluff, gn!reader, you paint his nails + some bakugou appreciation tbh.

every part of bakugou is pretty— it would take a fool not to notice how gorgeous he is.

with his lopsided grin and hooded ruby eyes, his golden skin that shimmers under golden hour. his rounded cheeks with sunspoted freckles so faint you might think the gods smudged them while creating him, not to mention the shape to his body— as if he was carved from the finest stone, made by those very same gods. your boyfriend is the epitome of perfect, you know that.

but his hands have always been your favourite part of him.

they’re burned, rough to the touch especially on his palms— callous when they cascade over the curve of your hips and the expanse of your skin. but katsuki’s hands are beautiful. warm when you hold them even though he thinks that they’re sweaty, gentle when he tilts your chin up to kiss you or guides you in public to make sure that you don’t get hurt.

katsuki’s hands…so capable of destroying are also able to mend your heart, touch your soul and make you feel alive. his hands work so hard to provide you with a life of comfort— you can’t help but love them and admire them as if they’re a work of art.

so when you bring his hands up to your lips to blow on the nail varnish you’ve done for him— you can’t help but let praise slip from between your lips. “you have pretty hands, kats,” you mumble quietly as you reach for the bottle of black polish you’d been using on him.

“hah? you’re just sayin’ that cause you did my nails all pretty,” the blonde smirks at you, looking up from his phone he’d been scrolling through with his free hand. “can you use the chrome powder on some? i like it when there’s a bit’a silver.” bakugou almost pouts like a puppy when be asks and you giggle while reaching for it— decorating his nails some more.

“not because i’ve done your nails, but because they’re loving—“ you take the phone from his grip and lace your fingers together— your chest bristling at the connection and the warmth of bakugou’s hand against yours. “they’re soft, they protect me and hold me so gently. i love your hands,” pausing, you lean over the mess of scattered nail polish bottles and chrome powders— steady hand between your boyfriend’s crossed legs. “i love you, katsuki bakugou.”

“oi! don’t smudge my nails.” bakugou grunts lowly in disapproval though he tilts his head upwards to close the gap between you both— meeting your anticipating lips halfway. the kiss is slow, thoughtful and loving, a physical manifestation of everything you feel for one another. “would hate to ruin all the hard work y’put into makin’ my hands look even prettier.”

you know that bakugou is teasing, but you can tell by the way he admires the patterns you’ve done on his nails; that he appreciates the compliments.

[missprettytoes06]

[squirrellypoo]

I love AMC's "Interview with the Vampire" tv show so much that I wanted to show my appreciation by sewing my interpretation of Claudia's New Year's Eve outfit from episode 7. The scene is barely a minute long, with Claudia's costume only partly visible for a few seconds, however, so there wasn't much footage to go on.

Thankfully, though, the costume designer for the show, Carol Cutshall, shares incredible details of the vintage inspirations, costume design, and behind the scenes photos on her Instagram page after the episodes air, and shared details of this outfit along with sketches and behind the scenes photos of the actress, Bailey Bass!

I'd like to stress that this is not cosplay - I'm not trying to BE the actress or the character, but sewing my own interpretation of the garments. I try to avoid sewing "fast fashion" as much as I avoid buying it, and I strive to only have clothing in my wardrobe that I will wear again and again.

Cape: Pattern: self-drafted Fabric: Italian floral silk/polyamide cloqué, ribbon, and metal ball hook all from MacCulloch & Wallis, black satin lining from my stash.

I based the pattern off of a classic circle skirt, modifying it for the narrower fabric and squeezing in a lined hood as well! I also added a hook at the neck to take the strain off the ribbon, and finally, little wrist loops so that I too can look like a little bat with my arms out!⁠

Shirt: Pattern: Named Saraste from “Breaking the Pattern” book Fabric: Black textured silk & red silk satin from my stash

I was lucky enough to have the most perfect textured silk already in my stash. I also found a tiny scrap of red silk satin which I added to the inner collar and yoke to give a hint of red to the neck as a nod to my favourite vampires!⁠

I used low-key black corozo buttons for the front, but added some drama to the cuffs with metal skull buttons, which I gave red eyes using red nail varnish!⁠

Trousers: Pattern: BurdaStyle 06/2023 no108 Fabric: Deadstock Japanese burgundy acetate twill from New Craft House

I'm not normally a fan of wide-legged trousers, or high waists, or side zippers, so I modified the design to be something closer to my own style and preferences.⁠ I used the black satin lining from the cape to line the pockets, added a little Claudia cartoon heat set vinyl inside the waistband to serve as the label, and finished the hem with black lace for an invisible hand sewn finish.

Overall, I'm stupidly happy with how all three pieces turned out and that I will be able to wear them separately as well as together. I poured all my love for this show into sewing these garments (while I was suffering from extreme post-viral fatigue, too), and I'm proud I can put my skills to use in this fandom!

[saucyjothoughts]

This one has been on my mind for a couple of days now, so here we go: festival sex with Jan.

Girl meets boy, reader x Jan, at a metal festival. They don't know each other but meet at the festival and end up making out during the headliner show. Where are they going to take it to the next level? Back at the crowded festival camping in a tent that is a bit too small for 2? Or do they try to find a dark and secluded spot in the nearby forest?

Anonyboo, I am in love with you for this concept.

Edit: part two here

(nsfw under the cut)

The crowd has been amazing and you've spent all of the first day spotting band shirts and battle jackets, admiring all the obscure tattoos and brazen piercings on show, seemingly not a single person there with normal coloured hair. You've been making friends with tipsy strangers, exchanging compliments and feeling good in an outfit you don't normally get the chance to wear, co-ordinating between your small group which stages to flit between to catch your favourite artists. The air is full of the smell of mud and grass, your belly is full of overpriced beer and salted meat, your skin a little sunburnt, your body a little achey. But he's just the same, pushing through the sweat and dehydration to enjoy the music and the atmosphere.

You saw him at one of the smallstages; an obscure indie band that none of your friends liked so you went alone. Long black hair, a nose ring and chipped nail varnish. Effortlessly vicious style and kind eyes. Cute. Slightly drunk. Jan, he said his name was. He preferred their older stuff and thought your hair was cool. Were you here for the whole weekend? You're sharing a tent with some friends with shit taste? Him, too.

You thought that would be all, just some harmless flirting with one of the hundreds of hot alternative guys here (so many to choose from and it's only the first day of the festival). But then he's stood near you for the headline act. He's with some friends but you catch each other's eye and before you know it, you're screaming the words at each other as loud as you can, your voices buried in the crowd. Between songs, he's stood behind you and it's easy to back up into him just a little, close enough that he knows it's on purpose and places a hand on your waist and warm breath on your ear. What are your plans after this last show? Do you want to go somewhere?

You do. His dark hair is a little sweaty from exertion under the show lights and the summer night is darkening. Yes, you really do.

"Somewhere" ends up being through a gap in a fence and behind a row of closed food stalls. It's dark back here and smells of petrol from the generators, but there is an illusion of privacy that makes you brave. It's you who makes the first move, shutting up his rambling with your lips, but he soon takes the hint.

Mostly clothed but his hands are everywhere, his breath this close full of sweat and smoke and beer, slim frame deceptively muscular. You're stroking his erection through his pants, hungry for each other, and he's moaning into your kiss and squeezing at your hips, wanting to take you, pushing you back so your butt presses against the top edge of a locked storage trailer. You don't realise how wet you already are until his hand snakes down inside your underwear and he explores you, spreading slick from your pussy all over your lips, all over your clit. His fingers feel good but you both need more. He unzips, letting his fat erection free, and it throbs in your hand, your pussy feeling emptier than ever, needing him urgently. He fumbles with a condom for a moment, taking just long enough to let you shift your clothes to give him access and then he's lifting you to sit on the trailer and pushing your knees apart to stand between your legs. You've known him for a matter of hours, you don't know where he's from and you're not even sure if he remembers your name. You're a young pair of misfits, meeting by chance and crashing together and he uses his hand to position the tip of his cock against your pussy and pushes. The festival ground is still noisy with crowds but it all seems distant, irrelevant, while your fucking is secret, just out of sight. He has his lips on your neck and his fist in your hair while he's fucking you deep and hard, right there in the open air.

He's slurring compliments at you as he comes, hips thrusting erratically where you can feel him deep in you, his skin slapping against yours. You're not there yet. His teeth are on your shoulder, his arms around you, while you both catch your breath. You figure it's over (maybe you can get yourself off in the tent later after your friends have fallen asleep) but after he's dealt with the condom and you've hopped down from the trailer onto your feet, he doesn't let you fix your clothes. He's not done. He sweeps his long hair out of his face and drops to his knees, hitching one of your legs over his shoulder to push his face hungrily against your dripping cunt.

He's good at it.

Afterwards, you need to find your way back to your respective tents. He's pretty sure he can kick his tent-buddy out tomorrow night, if you were maybe free to hang out again? Maybe you will be. You put your number in his phone. Your real number.

[popcornforone]

Only the Best

An Agent Whiskey / Jack Daniels fic

Day 3 of Pedrotober (prompt Nails)

Masterlist

Day 3 is here & it’s time for everyone’s favourite spy (if it’s not Bond Bourne or Bauer). This is actually one of my least favourite Pedro Characters so I find him hard to write for but a Nail Prompt for today was a good way to get into it.

Synopsis:- Jack comes home to you having some quiet alone time, just not like how you used to.

Word Count:- 600

Warnings over & above:- swearing, mention of oral & fingering, babies

Thanks as always for the read I hope you’re enjoying this so far. See you tomorrow. Thanks @alyssamariag @norththelemon for the tag lists & prompts as always for the month

You can’t afford to get your nails done let alone find the time at the moment. Having one new baby is hard enough but to have twins & with a partner who’s a spy so he’s not actually around a lot of the time. It’s been a real struggle for you to find any me to at all. Gone are the days of you putting on your favourite dress to match your nails for the week, to spend you hard earned money at a bar & meet a handsome stranger. You’re now a full time mum. You wouldn’t change it for the world though, you love your munchkins.

You are sat at the kitchen table at 10pm painting your nails blue for your the twin boys. Dexter & Jasper. Both are changed & are asleep in their cribs. You’ve got some soft pop on as you sit there & have a few minutes to yourself. Finally a few minutes to just be you as you hum to that new Sabrina Carpenter track as the bale blue glides over your nails. A noise disturbs you from your trance & then you turn around & hear the back door open. Almost ready to jump around & take out who’s here, but you hear the big Texan sigh before you do that. Jack is home.

“Sweetie” he says loud & excitedly.

“Shhhh” you go. But you smile as he kisses your cheek hard. Your face crimson in an instant he still has that effect on you. He know what your going to say.

“Really both of them” he says in a hushed but smooth tone, arousing you.

“Yep both out for the count, finally”

“That’s my girl” he then lifts your face so he can tenderly kiss your lips. So soft as always but always a little bit naughty, biting your bottom lip as you part. He goes to stroke your hand but you pull it back.

“What’s wrong baby”

“Don’t want you getting my nail varnish on you” your say & he clocks the bottle next to your class of lemonade.

“Why aren’t you at the salon to get that done sweetie, you used to be there all the time”. you then nod at the baby monitor.

“Erm 2 little mouths to feed & a husband who might not be around to help with the feeds or changing the boys”

“Not an excuse baby” he then does hold your hand & look at the different shades of blue nail varnish you’ve been using. “I tell you what sweetie” he says with a twinkle in his eyes. “You paint both my thumbs blue for each of our adorable cherubs, & I’ll pay for your to go get your nails done properly”

“Jack we really can’t…”

“Only the best for my girl”

“But will the people at work laugh at you for having your thumbs painted”

“Don’t care, & if they dare call me out on it I can remind them that manners maketh man”

“Hmmm there he is?” You giggle & rub his face.

“Who”

“the agent whiskey I fell for”

“You were the crapist informant,”

“Cos you got the wrong person baby I was never your informant” you lower his head to yours & kiss him much deeper. “Best night of my life meeting you” you say as you break away from the kiss. Rembering how his fingers pulsed in my cunt behind the bar that we met in half an hour earlier. The sloppy drunk blow job was not your best, but 3 nights later he was back in the bar for me, no longer after an informant but you for a good time. The thumbs you are now painting are no stranger to your clit.

“Nah I’d say our wedding night was rather special” he replied.

[mieeaahhh]

How I view all for the game characters but it’s just pictures! (Updated version + some useless head-cannons)

Renee Walker

-Andrew helps her whenever she re-dyes her hair

-transgender mtf 🗣️🗣️🗣️

-he has a few smaller tattoos other than the wings on her back but she got them in ‘hidden’ places

-is really bad at video games

-has a pet rabbit named Barney that lives back at home with her mum

Allison Reynolds

-has been collecting shoes since she was thirteen and has a matching pair for every single outfit she owns

-her love languages are gift giving and acts of service

-has a diary that she still uses from when she was eleven

-she has one of those ‘upside down smiles’ or whatever it’s called

-low-key had an emo phase but if you bring it up she’ll post your home address and card information on social media. How? A magician never reveals his secrets🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️

Neil Josten

-desperately needs braces but couldn’t care less about getting them so his teeth are messed up

-can do that frog blinking thing

-can cook and is actually really good at it but doesn’t enjoy it

-he would’ve been a chronic scooter kid if he grew up like a normal person

-has the face of someone with zero thoughts, eyes wide and face flat

Andrew Minyard

-the only reason he doesn’t wear his glasses is because he actually lost them years ago and doesn’t want to admit he can’t find them anywhere

-when he was a little kid he was actually really shy

-when his nail varnish chips he just paints back over it instead of taking the rest off before hand and it’s usually kinda messy

-since he has smoker lungs™️ whenever he’s sick it actually sounds like if a teenage boy going through puberty smoked twelve boxes a day

-only got piercings because Aaron had them and he thought they looked cool and he only really started finding his ‘style’ after moving in with Aaron and Nicky

Kevin Day

-has the LOUDEST snore ever but denies that he snores at all

-the foxes all tease him and have inside jokes about his ‘crush’ on Jeremy

-almost everyone and their mother has numerous videos of his drunkenly singing his heart out and it’s usually something like bohemian rhapsody or some basic ‘white chick’ music

-in the nest his hair was always trimmed and neat but when he left he let his hair grow a bit and just left it to flop around and do its own thing

-will literally stop, drop and roll in tears if a spider goes near him

Aaron Minyard

-growing up he was considered a ‘crybaby’ by a few people because he cries or gets teary when frustrated/angry

-has fallen out the bed so many times it’s ridiculous and then will wonder how he wakes up with random bruises (my other post about his weird sleeping🗣️🗣️🗣️)

-has a fear of cats

-Aaron’s eyesight is a lot worse than Andrews

-Randy often asks Matt to invite Aaron over during the holidays and stuff once Matt and Aaron become closer (they are best friends idc)

Seth Gordon

-he likes when Allison is the big spoon but that’s a secret for them and them only

-had a pet hamster named Jerry who ran away when he was a kid

-DAHLIA PIERCINGS🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

-he was the sibling that turns off the lights and holds the door closed to scare his siblings

-Allison was the first (and last) girlfriend he was truly inlove with

Matt Boyd

-gives THE BEST hugs🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ I mean like lifting people off the ground in big bear hugs kinda hugs🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

-buys flowers for Dan everytime he goes to the shops

-he and Andrew do become somewhat friends at some point

-he the best at video games AND board games out of all the foxes

-he has very subtle freckles in his nose

Dan Wilds

-GUMMY SMILEEEEEE!!!!!!!

-she and her work sisters used to do secret Santa every year and she was known for the best/most meaningful presents

-she’s one of those people who hit when they laugh

-her favourite Disney princess growing up was Snow White

-she is absolutely COVERED in beauty spots/moles

Nicky Hemmick

-used to be very lanky before joining the foxes but ended up gaining some muscle after awhile

-he doesn’t like his hair being played with but he LOVES playing with other peoples hair

-has a resting worried/shocked face and the foxes find it hilarious

-would rather go bald than eat chocolate cake

-acts like the world is ending and his immune system is shutting down whenever he has a cold

[gulliblelemon]

Hi! 💜

Would love to hear response to these:

💗 a fic you’ve reread again and again and why!

📝 a fav fic quote

😱 a fav moment in a fav fic (spoilers!)

Hiiii!! 💜 Sending you lots of love for the rest of your day 🫂

💗 a fic you’ve reread again and again and why!

I haven’t actually reread many fics. But there are a few I’ve read more than once. So I'm going to say the @iwouldnevergetintofanfic ones I've reread recently: I Love The Way You Lie, Fuck The Monarchy, Vegas, Baby and currently started We’re Not Who We Used To Be. They all just bring me so much joy 💜 And as I’m proving with the ‘favourite moments’ question, they all have some really memorable scenes!

📝 a fav fic quote

I love pulling quotes from fics, and this is one that’s stuck with me:

Like this is exactly what’s supposed to happen here at their hideout, on a summer day like this. Them falling in love. Or maybe out of the illusion that they haven’t been in love for a while.

From kyss mig med dina röda läppar by @skibasyndrome

😱 a fav moment in a fav fic (spoilers!)

I went for a different one for Simon’s ask because I knew I had this so I could say the balcony scene with the nail varnish in Share Your Address by @iwouldnevergetintofanfic 🔥

Thanks for the ask! (Still willing to answer questions about fics!)

[tiger-moran]

I'm thinking now my favourite thing about putting Moriarty and Moran in the modern day is that they look like 'the odd couple', like two people you'd never expect to be together - the still very Victorian-looking Professor in his three-piece suits, seems very straitlaced, very 'respectable' and even kind of boring maybe and then Moran looking like some goth-punk kid in black denim with smudged eyeliner and hair dye and black nail varnish. But the thing is he still dresses like that primarily because Moriarty likes him dressed like that.

[pucaantaibhse]

Get to Know You Meme

Tagged by- @operafloozy and @mareastrorum - thank you!

Last song- “Reincarnated” by Kendrick Lamar. I’m obsessed with his storytelling. I’ve also been blasting Christmas music recently.

Favourite colour- I really like pink 😅I’m a bit of a girly girl that way. Also neon colours- I just got a neon pink nail varnish, so I’m happy out.

Last book- “A Life Among the Dead-Stories from an Irish Funeral Director.” by David McGowan. It’s really interesting- it goes in depth into rural Irish traditions around funerals, and the advances of embalming, and there’s a surprise appearance of the FBI and Chicago Mob!

Last movie- Wicked- I LOVED it. Shout out to my friend, who came with me even though, in her words, “I haven’t drunk enough for this”. She’s a real one.

Last TV show-Dandadan- the season finale. Still can’t get over where they ended it. RIP anime-onlys.

Sweet/spicy/savoury- sweet, savoury, spicy. I have a sweet tooth.

Relationship status- Chronically single. 🙃

Last thing I googled- the lyrics of “That Was the Worst Christmas Ever” by Sufjan Stevens.

Current obsession- Stardew Valley- I just came home for Christmas last night (yay!), which means access to my baby brother’s PlayStation. Help.

Looking forward to- The said Christmas holidays- this is the longest I’ve had off work in a long time. I can’t wait to meet up with my friends, do fun stuff with my family, and relax!

No pressure tags: @crystaldemonhunter @starrycat123-blog @medusaslover @hydraxx

@purpleunicorn1997 @chronurgy @autistic-yuri @ellisper @grayintogreen @callingvoicemail