#james went willingly through

[ellecdc]

hello love! I just, like, devoured all your writings today and idk if your requests are open, but I really like seer!reader and I was wondering if I could request one with poly!marauders where reader is a slytherin and she has a vision of befriending them or being in a relationship with them?

I’d imagined she thinks it’s a silly vision at first but the more she sees the boys (as she’s friends with Regulus so is bound to run into them with him), the visions occur more and more until she finally has an official interaction with them and officially meets them.

Idk if that’s too complicated/confusing, if so, you don’t have to write it obviously 😅.

I love Seer reader!!! thanks for your request lovie <3

please note: my requests are currently closed as I finish exams and work through the requests that I currently have.

poly!marauders x Seer Slytherin fem!reader who Sees a relationship with them

“Tell me again why I have to sit at the Gryffindor table for lunch?” You protested as Regulus all but dragged you to the Great Hall and Barty skipped merrily-on ahead. 

“Because I have to sit at the Gryffindor table for lunch.” He answered gruffly, strengthening his hold on your arm as you faltered in your steps.

“I don’t know, babes; have you ever considered just killing him? You wouldn’t have to reconnect with your estranged brother if he was dead.” Barty offered nonchalantly. 

“For the last time, Barty, I am not killing my brother.”

“A decision we’re all suffering for, apparently.” You muttered petulantly as you entered the Great Hall; chatter and the sounds of cutlery and tableware permeating your senses.

“Don’t worry, Treasure. The faster we eat the faster we can get away.” Barty offered in consolation.

“I am not doing the heimlich on you again, Barty.” You groaned as you followed Regulus towards the wrong side of the Great Hall.

“Come on, they’re not that bad.” Regulus tried.

You and Barty both stopped to give him unimpressed glares.

“Lupin’s not that bad.” He corrected.

“Yeah, and then he ruins that by the company he keeps.” You grumble as you plopped yourself down unceremoniously at the Red and Gold table across from your three lunch dates for the day.

Listen, you were all for being a good friend, a supportive friend; you would die for Regulus Black.

You’re not sure that support extended to willingly eating lunch with Gryffindor’s. 

But Regulus was determined to mend his relationship with his brother before Sirius graduated, Barty went just about anywhere Regulus went, and apparently you were single-handedly responsible for Regulus’ general sanity when it came to his brother and Barty.

“Hello Reggie!” Sirius called quickly.

“Don’t call me that.”

“What am I supposed to call you?” His brother bit back slightly less brightly. 

“I call him sugar tits but I don’t think that’s universal.” Barty offered as he started loading up his plate.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Junior.” James offered cautiously.

“I bet it is, Potter.”

Sirius sighed as if he’d been dealing with the likes of toddlers all morning and not 37 seconds of Barty Crouch Junior. “The polite thing to say would be ‘it’s nice to see you too, James’.”

Barty froze with his fork half way to his mouth as he furrowed his brows at Sirius. “No it wouldn’t; it’s not polite to lie, Black.”

“I brought another friend you can try to converse with.” Regulus spat hastily.

“Pretend I’m not here; that’s what I’m doing.” You sighed as you resigned yourself to your fate.

“Well, this is off to a good start.” Remus said with a smirk as he flipped a page in his book. 

You did suppose Lupin was the least…abrasive of him and his boyfriends. You’d had a chance to get to know him last year during prefect rounds; and while you didn’t appreciate how much he let his fellow Marauders get away with, he was relatively nice. In fact, if he had been in any house other than Gryffindor, you may have given him a chance. 

His boyfriend’s, though?

You’d rather take your chances with the Giant Squid than spend your lunch hour with them.

Were they attractive? Sure. You may be contemptuous, but you weren’t blind. 

But they always seemed to be on; there was never a moment of silence with those two nearby, and you often found yourself bracing for impact whenever they were around.

“Looking as smashing as ever, L/N.” James said as he shot you a wink.

Case in point. 

“If I threw a stick, you’d leave right?” You sneered and turned towards your sandwich.

“Nice!” Barty cheered at the same time as Remus muttered “easy kitten; play nice.” 

You started to feel the familiar sensation of your consciousness being pulled elsewhere. It felt as though you were being submerged under cold water, and the neurons firing in your brain were being gently lifted and ushered towards a new reality. 

“What’s wrong dollface?” Sirius asked you earnestly.

You sucked in a shaky breath as you tried to hide the trembling in your hands. “I just don’t feel very good.” You whispered, not trusting your voice to get through a sentence without sobbing.

“Oh, my poor girl. Come here sweets.” He repositioned himself from laying on his stomach to sitting cross legged and opening his arms in invitation.

You quickly accepted his offer and curled up in his lap as he wrapped protective arms around you and began to rock you back and forth.

“You’re okay, dolly. You’re just fine.” He murmured with his lips pressed to your hair line. “D’ya wanna stay here with me and the boys tonight?”

You let out a pathetically embarrassing keening sound as you nodded quickly.

“Okay baby; consider it done.” 

You sucked in a horrified breath as your consciousness returned and you were once again assaulted by the noises of the Great Hall.

Regulus quickly caught the glass of pumpkin juice you’d just nearly toppled and was holding your wrist tightly in his hand.

You thanked the deities for his seeker reflexes and that he seemed to already know what had happened; this was a relatively routine practice between the two of you this far along in your friendship.

“You’re okay.” He offered without even sparing you a glance as he took a napkin with his free hand to clean up what little you’d spilled.

He kept your wrist in his grip; tracking your pulse as he waited for your heart rate to slow down. 

“Was it a good one!?” Barty asked excitedly, alerting you to the fact that it wasn’t just you and Regulus sitting here.

You looked up horrified to see Remus, James, and Sirius all looking at you with various levels of concerns. 

“Was what a good one?” Sirius asked bemusedly. 

Barty scoffed derisively. “She’s a Seer, Black. Fuck, you’re thick.”

“Barty.” Regulus scolded as he turned to offer you his full attention. 

“Are you really?” James asked at the same time as Regulus asked “what did you See?” 

“I have to go.” You muttered breathlessly as you grabbed your things and headed towards the exit.

“No fair! Why does she get to leave and I don’t!?” You heard Barty whine as you pushed through the doors to the courtyard. 

You were going insane, surely. This was just a bout of madness. You needed psychological help, like one of those muggle mind healers. You could not seriously be having Sights of you dating the Marauders.

“Hey L/N!” 

“Fucking hells!” You shrieked as you spun to see Remus and James approaching you, the latter having been the one to call your name.

James still had his ever present smile on his face whilst Remus approached you with slightly more caution.

“Not happy to see us?” Remus asked with a soft smirk across his face.

“I…well,”

Apparently your bumbling was particularly telling to your current mental state, if their furrowed brows and nervous glances to each other were anything to go by.

“No funny quip for us today? You’re not going to tell me that I look like something you could draw with your left hand?” James taunted.

“Go fuck yourself, Potter.” You said with half the amount of derision you’d intended.

“Why? You wanna watch him?” Remus asked.

Okay, everything you ever said about Remus being not as bad as his boyfriends?

Lies.

“For Salazar’s sake, L/N; you sure know how to pick ‘em, huh?” Avery sneered from behind you.

“Speak when you’re spoken to, fuck face.” You barked back.

Avery only scoffed in response. 

“Hanging out with Baby Black and his crazy pet that follows him around wasn’t enough; you had to sully yourself with the likes of Gryffindor’s?” Mulciber continued for him. 

“You know, I’d be mad too if I looked like someone who has fallen for every MLM scam known to mankind.” James spat; his face taking on a severity you’d never seen from the notoriously sunny-dispositioned boy.

You wondered what else you hadn’t seen from him.

You made a rather hasty and embarrassing retreat after that gave you some…inappropriate thoughts.

You’d been plagued with more Sights since then, having been avoiding them after more images of them fussing and fawning over you (and - perhaps more horrifyingly - you over them), and then out-and-out hiding from them after a particularly… steamy Sight you had.

“You cannot hide in the Slytherin common room forever, Treasure.” Barty sighed as he plopped down beside you on the couch and rested his head on your shoulder.

“Why not?”

“Because Regulus gave them the password to the common room.”

“He what!?” You shrieked as the door opened and in spilled three Gryffindors and one Slytherin. 

“There you are, angel!” James cheered as he quickly made his way towards you.

Already with the pet names!?

“Did you really think you could hide from us, dollface?” Sirius winked as he and James took the settee across from you (causing a few younger year Slytherin’s to quickly vacate the area).

“Regulus, how could you?” You seethed at your now ex-friend. 

“I’m tired of Barty bailing on me to hide out here with you. Also, I’m not a house elf and will no longer be bringing you your meals.”

You pouted at him before a surprised yelp left your lips as you were lifted up from your seat.

Remus took your place on the sofa and placed you in the space between his thighs.

“Lupin! What are you doing!?”

“Making your dreams come true, gorgeous.” Sirius answered for you.

“They’re not dreams, you absolute mumpsimus. They’re visions of the future.” Barty sneered.

“Even better then.” James continued as he now pulled a scowling Sirius into his side. “We’re starting our future together.”

“You told them!?” You asked Regulus disbelievingly.

“Well you weren’t going to.” 

“That was the point!”

“Easy there, dove.” Remus whispered into your ear, causing a shiver to rack through you as your body traitorously melted further into Remus’ embrace. 

The only way out of this was clearly going to be the death of you (via Remus’ smoothness, James’ loveliness, and Sirius’ boldness), their murders (at your hands), or stupidly drunk in love.

You weren’t sure which option was worse.

[kquil]

PERFECT MATCH PART 2

PAIR. : poly!marauders x female slytherin reader

SUM. : despite being from Slytherin, as a fellow prankster, you give the marauders a helping hand

LENGTH : 1.2k

PART 1 | NAVI.

NOT PROOFREAD OR EDITED

Peter had blown their cover, and now the boys were running from Slughorn, who had caught them red-handed, switching the necessary ingredients for the next potion class. They should have known that Peter wasn’t the best choice for a lookout, considering he was the first to get caught and promptly given detention with Filch. As they were running away, however, their camaraderie lingered when Peter called out to them, hoping they wouldn’t be caught. 

The remaining three marauders make a valiant effort to run away as fast as possible. Remus stays a good few metres ahead of James and Sirius, his hidden athleticism sparking in only the most dire straits. Despite the potential threat of detention, the three grin widely through the chase; Sirius has the gall to laugh at the sheer amount of fun he’s experiencing. The freedom to break the rules and run freely from the consequences – only light penalisation in his eyes – was invigorating. None of them believe they would ever willingly stop their practical jokes, even Remus, no matter how much he denies it.

Racing through the halls with their youth pumping through their veins, Remus, James and Sirius make it so that Slughorn is considerably far behind them before slowing down. Between laboured breaths, they try to sort out their next move but quickly run out of time. Slughorn was quickly approaching according to their map and they resorted to hiding in a darkened hallway they don’t normally walk down. Consumed by the rush, they had managed to make it down to the dungeons just as you stepped out of the hallway they had barely hidden in.

They weren’t very good hiders but it was amusing so you kept your lips sealed despite your mischievous nature urging you to press them with questions. Your answer came swiftly in the form of Professor Slughorn, out of breath and keeling over with sweat drenching his brows. 

So that’s what’s happening~ 

Immediately understanding the situation, you step out of the hallway to face your gasping head of house and restrain a devious giggle at the sight of the marauders’ widened eyes. They’ve seen you, see them hiding. They’re also familiar with your artfully scheming ways likened to their marauder group’s mischief; the fact that you’re a Slytherin, however, doesn’t bode well. Fuck…were you gonna out them? 

You don’t need any prompting, already directing the professor before he’s managed to catch his breath, “Oh Professor~ by the way, if you’d really like to know…” Slughorn eyes you after finally catching his breath. Through the fog of his exhausted mind, he finds himself eagerly awaiting your direction, almost having forgotten why he was in his current state in the first place, “they went that way,” you point to the right, the opposite direction of the three tricksters. James, Remus and Sirius release a collective breath of relief but remain eager to see how the interaction may unfold further. 

“Who did?” Slughorn asks, trying to navigate the smog of fatigue clogging up his brain. 

“The marauders,”

“They did?” your potions professor brightens at the revelation. You guess he’s finally rediscovered his initial intentions. But woe is me~ can he trust you so easily? 

“They did what?” you tilt your head innocently, casually continuing the conversation as if you hadn’t just thrown him for a loop with that curveball of a question. 

“Went that way?” he points right, perplexed at your sudden change. It seems Professor Slughorn was still foggy in the head from his sapped stamina and the boys had to bite their lips from bursting out laughing – you’re a menace. 

“Who did?” you ask, pulling the most innocuous expression the boys have ever seen a Slytherin muster. Have you grown more beautiful since their last interaction? They can’t help but keep staring at your sweet face and pretty, pouty lips…

“The marauders!” Slughorn insists but you continue your oblivious stance. 

“What marauder?”

“But didn’t you just say?-- Oh never mind,” Slughorn gives up the chase and turns with a dull swish of his robes. For now, he’s satisfied that he, at least, managed to get Pettigrew. As soon as Slughorn was far enough away, you turn back to the crouching marauders and give them a wink, signalling that the coast was clear. 

“My fair lady!” Sirius dramatically bows down and kisses your knuckles, “How may I ever repay your kind gesture?”

“Hmmm…” you seem to seriously contemplate his playful words for a moment, though Sirius doesn’t mind, he’s more than eager to pay you back for saving his hide. “Let’s see…” You press your hand flat against his chest and slowly move down. The sultry overtones of your gesture make Sirius’ heart pound as he, Remus and James stare wide-eyed and gaping at your soft hands fondling their close friend’s chest. Suddenly your hand becomes a blur as you pull back his robe and steal a licorice wand from his inner breast pocket. “This’ll do~” you chirp innocently and begin to nibble on your newly acquired snack. “I can always count on you to be generous, Siri,” your wink sends a dangerous heat crawling up Sirius’ neck and exploding across his pale cheeks. This has never happened to him with a girl before! He’s supposed to make you flustered! 

Turning to Remus, you make a gesture with your hand as if to say ‘pay up’. However, when the tall brunette merely stares at you in wonder with a small, amused quirk on his lips, you raise a brow, “I know you’re loaded, Lupin. Gimme the goods,” and just like that, you also have Remus turning bright pink. How can you be so nonchalant and not realise the embarrassingly sexual innuendos underpinning your words?! Remus surrenders a peppermint toad. 

James was the last one of the three you turn to as you pocket Remus’ liberal offer. “You don’t have to ask me, for anything,” James chuckles and easily provides you with a handful of Fizzing Whizzbees. With a victorious smile, like a cute little squirrel who’s happy with her hoard, you pocket James’ addition and lean forward to brush a kiss along his sharp jaw. 

“I knew I could count on you, Potter,” 

James was floored. Sirius had to lean against the wall and Remus was limp against the large window sill. All three stare with a mix of surging admiration and boyish wonder as you walk away with a skip in your step. You’re so happy, you even begin to hum a soft little tune to yourself. 

“...wait… how come only James gets a kiss?” Remus asks, bringing Sirius back from his dazed state. James merely smirks in triumph – he’ll remember the softness of your pretty lips against his skin forever~

“Dearest!” Sirius calls, already jogging after you. “I think you’ve forgotten something!” 

“Yeah,” Remus adds with a cheeky grin, leisurely making his way over with James at his side, drawling in his Welsh accent, “gives us a cusan,” 

“What’s that?” you’ve stopped, curious as to what he may mean. From his tall height, Remus leans forward, bending at his hips and whispers in your ear. 

“That’s a kiss, sweetheart,” he steals one anyway at the base of your ear, where your neck and jaw meet. The high sensitivity of the area makes you squeal in surprise, only to be kissed by Sirius too, who aims innocently for your cheek. 

NAVI.

A/N : because of @urmomw4ntsme 's recent ask of wanting to see a Slytherin reader, it got me thinking about this request that i wrote last year for my 1k milestone. I couldn’t sleep until i finished writing this so it may not have the best grammar so please excuse me for that. this was also inspired by this interaction between Alice and the Cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland.

[prettybabybaby]

rating: 18+. mdni.

pairing: james x reader x sirius

word count: 1.2k

content: noncon

james tells himself he feels bad. leaving you trapped in the small single stall men’s restroom alone with sirius to “avoid suspicion” maybe wasn’t the best idea. and when you failed to stumble out after ten minutes like sirius had promised, james felt something hotter pool in his stomach.

there was already rumors spreading about the soft spot james seemed to only have around you, and sirius absentmindedly convinced him it would be terrible for his reputation to be the one to walk out after you. it’s stupid now that he thinks about it.

sirius was acting strange all night, too. he pushed himself into the little bubble james tried to create involving just the two of you, the act to deceive you already begun. sirius even threatened to expose the small packet hidden inside james’s palm if he didn’t allow sirius to be the one to slip it into your drink. james found it weird, questioning why sirius was so insistent on being the one to flick powder in your drink of choice and swirl it around with his slender finger. he still said nothing though. james instead feigned nonchalance as he agreed, his intention to drug and use you clear as day but with slight hesitance and guilt. james knows sirius saw right through it, james has never been a good liar, after all. perhaps that’s why. sirius just wanted to be sure that james went through with it and how could he go

as james stands watching the bathroom door like hawk, he realizes that sirius had done it all on purpose. he’s more calculated than he looks. sirius made you take sip after sip. the way he held it to your mouth, pushing the glass against your glossy lip with more insistence than usual. this game is far from unfamiliar and sirius doesn’t stray away from a chase, but something felt off to james. it was like sirius was impatient and ready to pounce, his eyes glued to your figure and only flickering towards james when his name fell from your lips as you addressed him instead of the long haired man in front of you. it felt like james was bothersome to sirius. like something he wanted to disappear despite their agreement.

james had a suspicion about sirius and his thoughts on you but he never let himself dwell on it. sirius always got what he wanted and that made james seethe as he lost opportunities before he could even realize they were there. james likely didn’t want to admit to himself that he isn’t the only one with his eyes on you.

the way sirius’s lips curled into a pleased smirk when you began to sway, looking at them through your lashes as you took a drink. smiling at them teasingly as you circled your tongue around your mouth before wiping your face of stray dribbles and sucking your fingers to clean them off. sirius’s grin grew cat-like when you pressed your lips to his, claiming to clean off a dribble of sirius’s drink before leaning back in more times than necessary for the supposed mess.

by the time james managed to get his hands on you, he could feel the resistance as sirius increased the strength of his grip on your hips. fortunately for james, though, he was stronger. you didn’t seem to mind the new pair of lips, thinner and less plush but equally eager. all you cared for was lips dancing with yours and fingers slipping between your thighs, a swelling cock straining and aching for the heat of your cunt.

sirius made the first move, as james suspected he would, and he felt a little grateful for it. having you in his lap willingly was dizzying and he would be happy having his lips locked with yours and your hips grinding against the front of his pants all night if you wanted. sirius didn’t agree and soon enough james’s back was pressed against the bathroom door and you were down on your knees, eyes glazing more and more by the second as sirius worked on james’s zipper to tug his pants down his legs.

you weren’t as good with your tongue as james hoped you would be but he thinks it’s mainly because of the dosage sirius had slipped into your drink. it was too much compared the mild effect james had planned for. still, james spilled into your mouth quickly, cumming down your throat in thick spurts that dribbled out of the corner of your lips. james swiped his thumb over it and shoved it between your lips as sirius unbuckled his own belt.

sirius said you were further gone than he intended, but the few drinks in his own system made james believe him despite the clear signals that he was lying. james agreed and began to reach for your arm to pull you up but sirius didn’t let him, chuckling as he told james he hadn’t cum yet and he wouldn’t let you leave until his balls were empty and your stomach was full of him.

james was surprised as he watched sirius wrap his hand in your hair, using the leverage to slam your weak face against his pelvis repeatedly. you gagged and your hands lightly hit his thighs with the strength you had left but it quickly stopped as you got more and more out of it. the treatment made james feel a little sick. he wanted to tell sirius to relax. let you catch a breath he knew you desperately needed. but, he didn’t. sirius clearly already thought james was the weaker of the two.

when sirius instructed him to leave, james did so with hesitance. his heart thumped in his chest as sirius rutted against your face that was covered in spit and cum. your eyes glassy and james couldn’t tell what you were looking at, if you were looking at anything at all. sirius lazily told him to go, telling him that he already seemed too weak to keep a secret and he would have you back to him in ten minutes max.

it’s closer to half an hour when james finally hears the door swing open, creaky and louder than he thought. sirius’s hair looks worse than it had when james left and his lips have doubled in size. his cropped t-shirt has risen up his torso and his belt is still unbuckled. sirius’s eyes roam the room until they fall on james, a twinkle appearing within them as sirius tugs on your waist, drawing james’s eyes towards you.

you look like you have been mauled. neck littered with bruises james hadn’t left. james can also see some marks peeking out from under the hem of your short dress. the straps of your slip falling down your shoulders and slouching around your chest, one wrong move and you’d show it all. your shoes were dangling from sirius’s fingers, and james isn’t sure where your jacket went.

sirius takes his free hand and runs a finger over the strap of your dress, slowly moving it up your shoulder with his eyes on james the entire time. james wants to get up from his seat, march over and slap the grin off sirius’s face. but james doesn’t do that either because something he has realized is that he is a coward. james sits in his barstool instead, peering over his drink as sirius guides you towards the door.

[kizzer55555]

Dismissed on a Technicality

Ok so Danny accidentally killed the joker. He was working part time as a taxi driver. Funny thing is that he got hired in the city next to Amity Park. The problem is some moron decided to have him drive aaaalllll the way from Amity to Gotham city. And Danny might have run over the Joker while there.

Look…he didn’t feel like a human. Danny (as someone half dead) can feel souls and he could only barley feel anything from the guy so it just looked like a blob in front of the road. He thought it was an animal or something! Danny was short on time so he was going pretty fast. And drivers Ed was very clear that one is NOT to swerve the car to avoid animals as it causes the car to go into other lanes and can cause a crash, especially in a big city. It’s sad, but it’s true, better to run over the poor animal.

So Danny hit the gas.

Only to be greeted with the face of a clown smashed into his windshield.

Danny stopped the car.

He got out.

Looked around at all the people of the city staring at him (no longer cowering as Joker went on a monologue, holding them at gunpoint while waiting for a bat.)

Danny looks down as the mangled corpse sprawled over the front of his taxi.

And he pulled out his phone and called 911 to report a car crash. In front of everybody.

When Batman arrived, Danny held out his hands and willingly let them be cuffed. Time to be taken to court!

Now one might think Danny would be panicking in this situation. After all, he just killed someone, even if it was on accident. But Danny had a different point of view and made it known in court.

It was a whole thing. Full courthouse, practically the entire city attending or watching on a live news feed. And who did Danny call to defend him as his lawyer?

Himself.

And this begins the most confusing and controversial court in the history of Gotham.

Now, what defines a human? Because according to the law it’s ‘anyone capable of speech or higher reasoning.’ But that cannot be. There are aliens and Atlanteans who fit those categories and they do not classify as human. And what about that demon the Justice League killed last week. The one with 2 snake heads and a hippo body? That thing could talk. What about being a Homo sapien capable of speech? But there is an entire city of talking gorillas. Therefore, the definition of human should be revised.

As for the Joker, he had many differences to the typical human. When he fell into a vat of chemicals it changed his very atomic structure physically and altered his mind mentally. Those gassed with Joker venom can be turned back but Joker’s transformation was permanent. Meaning the change occurred at the level of his very DNA.

Which begs the question. Is the Joker really human? And if not, is what Danny did really murder?

Let it be known that Daniel James Fenton is not trying to get out of his crime.

Despite his appearance, the joker was alive. He was breathing, had a heartbeat, and blood flowed through his veins (despite that blood being green).

So yes…Danny committed a crime. And he confesses in front of the entire court.

He confesses…to animal cruelty.

[urdepressedslut]

The Collection

♡ Pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: Bucky arrives home and panics when he notices you calling for him from your room, but upon entering— he realizes what you have been getting yourself into.

♡ Warnings: superrrrr fluffyyyy 🥹, slight panic, hints to paranoia, hints to PTSD, hints to bucky’s trauma, overall a comfort drabble

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A/N: i have been adding to my own squish mallow collection and thought of this 🥰 i’m unhealthily obsessed with squish mallows

Arriving back at your shared apartment, Bucky couldn’t help but notice the amount of time xtra large bags on the kitchen counter. He furrowed his brows in confusion and wandered to the fridge. Opening it in inspection, he didn’t see anything new or added.

You hadn’t gone grocery shopping…

He could hear faint shuffling from your shared room, and he couldn’t help but panic. His mind was brilliant at creating a problem from nothing. He was a professional over thinker— and sometimes it threatened to make his heart give out.

“Baby? I’m home!” He announced, shimmying off his jacket and making his way to the bedroom.

“James! Come quick— you gotta see something!” You said urgently.

He automatically thought the worst and all his suspicions were suddenly coming through. Visions of you hurt came to mind and he practically sprinted and busted through the door. The knob slamming into the wall with a loud thud.

“(Y/n)? You okay?!” He asked panicked.

His body relaxed at your calm state, only the look of confusion on your face. With a quick scan— he noticed there was nothing wrong with the room or you. In fact, if anything was different— it were the many new plushies on the bed.

Releasing a breath that he didn’t know he was holding in, and ran a hand through his hair.

“James honey— you alright? Just wanted to show you my new squishmallows.” You asked him worried, walking over to stand next to him.

Truthfully, if anything he was embarrassed that he’d let himself get in his head again. But after finding you perfectly fine, and organizing your plushies— which he found adorable— he felt fine. He was only happy that you were okay.

“M’fine baby, just thought you were in trouble is all.” He told you honestly.

You softened your gaze to him, grabbing his hand and hiding him to the bed. You gently pushed him down to sit, and he did so willingly.

“I didn’t mean to sound all panicky— was just excited to show you the new ones I got today!” You told him, smiling like the cheshire cat.

He chuckled, leaning back on his hands as he looked down at the medium sized squishmallows.

“You know— this is considered an addiction.” He pointed out.

You scoffed, waving him off like it was no big deal.

“Some consider it a hobby actually.” You defended.

He raised his brows in amusement, chuckling again when he saw you being so defensive. He thought you were adorable.

“You’re so cute.” He said out loud, causing your face to grow hot.

After all this time— he was still easily able to make you blush, flustered from his compliments.

You shook off the flush in your face, choosing to pick up a new squishmallow to show him. You held up a medium sized seal squishmallow, to which Bucky smiled at.

“This is a seal one, his name is Remmy.” You told him.

Bucky grabbed it from your hands, giving it a test hug and holding it while you grabbed another one. Next was a longhorn squishmallow, with a ring dangling from its nose.

“This is a bull one, his name is Shep.” You told him, giving it a hug and then passing it to Bucky.

You held back a giggle, Bucky holding the plushies to his chest an adorable sight. Such a tough man with these cute stuffed animals.

“I like his horns.” He noted, fiddling with the plushie.

You picked up the last one, being a bird squishmallow. You smiled wide as you looked at it, this one being your favorite.

“This is my favorite of the three. I think he’s a hawk or something, and his name is Sam.” You explained.

Bucky’s eyes went wide and he started laughing, dropping the other plushies on the bed, he reached out and grabbed the hawk and inspected it.

“Sam, really?” He asked chuckling.

You nodded your head with a sly smile.

“Does our Sam know about this?” He asked again.

“Definitely not— but I’m sure he’d appreciate it.” You told him.

You two laughed at the goofiness and you ended up being pulled by Bucky into the bed. He wrapped you up in his arms and the two of you started cuddling— just melting into each others embrace. The squishmallows surrounded you two while you both drifted off to sleep.

Nothing felt more perfect, nothing felt more right than being in his arms.

“Love you baby.” He whispered, kissing the top of your head.

“Love you more James.” You mumbled into his chest.

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[wordsofwilderness]

The Taste of Us

Day 1: Cunnilingus - Deep-throating - Face sitting (with added comeplay, because whoopsie my hand slipped) - Jegulus Kinktober - @jeguluskinktoberr - 1.186 words - EXPLICIT

It had started with one simple word. James had just come home from a long, exhausting day. With a tug on Regulus’ sleeve to get his attention, James had croaked out, “Need.”

With one look at James’ tired expression, Regulus had understood. He’d wasted no time dragging James to their bedroom—because it wasn’t a long bubble bath or a nap James needed when stress crept up on him. No, it was something entirely different that helped him relax.

Regulus sunk to his knees, tugging James’ boxers down with him.

“You don’t need to, I can just eat you out,” James murmured, tracing Regulus’ already kiss-bitten lips. Such a pretty red.

“I want to,” Regulus insisted as he reached for James’ length. James braced himself against the edge of their bed as Regulus guided his dick to his mouth. He was unable to look away as Regulus’ lips stretched around the head.

A flick of Regulus’ tongue had James’ breath stuttering. Such sweet cruelty that mouth caused, even as it was otherwise too occupied for insults. But the weight on his shoulders was too heavy to truly delight in Regulus’ teasing.

“Can you take it all? Please, love? I need…” James said, trailing off as he tugged gently on Regulus’ hair.

In response Regulus began to work James’ dick in earnest, inching deeper with each bop. His hand around James’ base spread the mixture of spit and pre-cum. Regulus’ lips glistened with it. The sight had James staring down transfixed, sinful bedroom eyes looking back up at him.

When the head of James’ dick hit the back of Regulus’ throat a rumble of a groan vibrated through Regulus. He tugged on James’ thigh in a silent demand. Complying with it, James slowly rolled his hip forward with a moan. Regulus swallowed expertly, the muscles of his throat contracting and expanding around James.

“Regulus,” James groaned at the beautiful man before him. His lips wrapped around the base of James’ dick; his nose buried in the tight curls above it. James cupped Regulus’ jaw his thumb brushing over Regulus’ swollen red lips as he carefully began to thrust in and out.

And, oh, this was his personal addiction of choice for a reason. Being in Regulus, in Regulus’ mouth. Regulus’ tongue twisted around the head of his dick whenever he drew back far enough, the muscles in Regulus’ throat vibrated in a low moan as he thrust deeper. The knots in James’ shoulder came undone one by one as pressure rose in his lower abdomen instead.

“Don’t swallow,” James chocked out in warning between his own moans. Pulling out nearly all the way out, so only the head of his dick was in Regulus’ mouth, James came.

Regulus looked up at James as he withdrew completely, dreamy and content. Only a single drop of cum had escaped Regulus’ mouth, hanging from his lips. James pushed it back in with a smear of his thumb before hauling Regulus up into his arms.

Their lips connected in a searing, open-mouthed kiss. James licked into the warm heat of it, meeting his own salty, tangy taste. It passed between their tongues as James backed them up onto the bed, Regulus on top of him.

James pulled at the fabric of Regulus’ boxers, his fingers brushing over the damp spot that had already formed. Kneading into it, James grinned at the moan that rang out above him. Regulus rushed to get his boxers off and out of the way before climbing up onto James’ chest.

“Like this?” he asked, pausing with his legs on either side of James’ head.

“Please,” James insisted, already pulling at Regulus’ thighs to get him closer. Regulus went willingly, a hand finding the roots of James’ hair, scraping against his scalp and the other steadying him against the headboard.

James sighed as his mouth met Regulus above him, pressing him down onto his face with a hand palming Regulus’ arse. His tongue smeared the mixture of both their spit and his own cum between Regulus’ folds, blending it with the sweetness from Regulus’ entrance. The flavour of them mingled on his taste buds, his favourite cocktail.

James licked and sucked at Regulus’ bundle of nerves, never swallowing the mess he’d created. Regulus was a jumble of moans above him, rocking himself in small, grinding circles against James’ face. His voice had a rough edge to it, a slight hoarseness clinging to it after their earlier escapade. Legs shaking on either side of James, Regulus ground down in a cry as he came.

Wetness spilt over James’ face as he let Regulus use it for his pleasure. When the frantic grinding slowed down, James was quick to circle his arms around Regulus’ thighs, keeping him there. Pushing Regulus slightly further up, James switched his focus to Regulus entrance. He had long learned how to keep Regulus like this—how to avoid the worst of the overstimulation, so he could drag it out.

James let his tongue tease in a circle around Regulus’ entrance before pushing inside. His walls were plush and warm, fresh juice dripping from him in clear, viscous strings. It was all pristine and untouched by the mess James had created, and that just wouldn’t do. James gathered the white mixture of cum and spit from Regulus’ folds with his tongue before fucking it up into Regulus—pushing it up into him, where it belonged.

Above him, Regulus was beginning to respond again, small tugs at James’ hair and a quiet whine falling from his lips.

“One more, baby?” James murmured, nuzzling his nose against the bundle of nerves.

Regulus’ breath hitched, his fingers tightening in James’ hair. With a whine, he agreed, “One more.”

Bringing a hand around, James spread Regulus’ folds apart with his fingers as he returned to sucking at the spot that never failed to make Regulus loud. And true enough, it didn’t take long before that was exactly the state Regulus was in. James pushed two fingers into Regulus, delighting in how muscles instantly clenched down around them.

“More, I need more,” Regulus moaned above him. His hand pulled at James’ hair in harsh tugs and his thighs shook, all the telltale signs of the brink of pleasure he was nearly at. James pumped his fingers into Regulus’ wet heat. Maybe it would push the mess he left earlier even deeper in. He curled his fingers on the way out, just as he knew Regulus liked it.

And just like that Regulus was crying out once again. A shudder ran through him as he clamped down on James’ fingers. James grinned into Regulus’ folds as Regulus took in long ragged breaths above him.

“One more,” James murmured again. He’d long forgotten all his worries, his body practically melting into the sheets of their bed. The concoction of the two of them all mixed up together was the best kind of medicine for stress. “You can take one more, baby,” James said as he turned to press kisses to Regulus’ tights.

“Just one more,” Regulus heaved, his voice ruined and ragged.

[lizpottersworld]

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . NEVER MIND. .

summary: not everything lasts forever, something you hadn’t thought about until your boyfriend decided that for you. (james potter x reader) loml by taylor swift

angst, sad

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you and james we’re always a questionable coupling from the beginning. james known to be someone who doesn’t settle, and you, someone who kept to themselves and wasn’t one to talk to anyone but close friends. everyone was shocked when you two started holding hands through the hallways.

that shock soon wore down and the students of hogwarts had become quite accustomed to the occurrence of you two giggling and kissing through the Hogwarts corridors.

everyone called it the honeymoon phase, clueless onlookers james had insisted on calling them. they didn’t know how you two worked, and to some degree you agreed. but then again, that was your first relationship.

before you and james had became a couple you were talking to the only boy who openly showed interest in you, so when james blew in with the winds of fate you immediately took interest. he was the most popular guy in hogwarts. he had said you changed his life, rewritten the way he saw everything, told you you were his everything, the love of his life. called your love legendary.

you never expected it to end the way it did, i mean at first you thought it was normality. so what he would ignore you at some parties? he was just busy. okay, and he complained about you being clingy to his friends? it was just a joke.

what you thought was for all time was secondary. i mean he told you you were the love of his life. the only love he couldn’t fathom as he explained it, over and over he would call it.

as more time went on, you left hogwarts, moved into together and he was rarely ever home. always at work. but when he came home with a sweet perfume that you recognised not to be yours, a faint rubbed red tint around his lips that you knew you didn’t give him, it all clicked.

all these dinner table talks about marriage and children, it was all empty promises. when he said he wasn’t ready. don’t worry it takes time james is what you would always say. but you were the love of his life, so why wouldn’t it happen eventually.

never before had you felt this pain, i mean its not every day you have an inkling your first boyfriends cheating on you. ill never leave he repeatedly told you as you laid broken in your bed, the bed he had undoubtedly dreamt about another women in. never mind you told yourself as he walked in the door with a lipstick mark on his neck hardly covered by a new scarf the day after your parents had passed.

truthly your love for him never was quite buried, you still stayed for a few months after. no one told you about his affair, even if your mutual friends were completely aware of it, no truth just more lies. all you felt was second hand embarrassment, they knew you knew and yet you stayed.

the idea of heaven and this beautiful love he had teased you with, only for it to turn out to be anyones idea of hell.

but how were you to call him a coward? you also cowardly let it happen, stood and watched him walk all over your heart. combing through all the braids of lies that you willingly let him feed you.

and to mourn someone who had never really been there was the hardest, especially when you finally had the courage to leave. emotionally he never really was present in your relationship, always lingering on another women rather than the extraordinary girl he had waiting for him at home. yet, it was over so suddenly. he didn’t seem to care, he didn’t mourn.

in your mind, sure you felt lonely but at least you weren’t alone anymore. it was legendary. it was momentarily. it was unnecessary.

yet, he was still the loss of your life.

[ravenromanova]

On the run

Pairings: Bounty hunter Nat x Thief female reader

warnings: Mentions of death, knives, kidnapping, SMUT 18+!!! (Thigh riding, face sitting, oral, fingering, squirting)

Word count: 3.8k+

Summary: Natasha is hired to kidnap you. But when she finds out why will she be able to do it? (I’m sorry this is so late!)

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Breaking into The White Wolfs office building was a lot easier than you had thought it would be. You picked the lock and ran upstairs without being detected as fast as possible. When you finally found the office labeled “James Barnes” you smiled to yourself and picked the lock. You were able to hack into his computer very easily thanks to your fathers teachings.

Scanning through all the files you smile when you find exactly what you were looking for. You clicked on the filed named ‘The winter project’ and after a quick confirmation that it was indeed the filed you needed, you put your usb into the computer and downloaded the data.

Once the data uploaded you took the drive and put it in your pocket before exiting out of the computer and shutting it down. You opened one of the large windows in the office and housed your grappling hook to scale down the building. You mentally give yourself a high-five as you get into your car and drive back to your apartment which was 5 hours away from the city. And that night you fell asleep peacefully to the sounds of crickets and smiled knowing your plan was in motion.

The next day you got ready as normal and went about your day as you normally do. But as you were walking around town you felt as if someone or something was watching you. It wasn’t until you were walking around the farmers market that you knew for a fact that someone was following you.

You noticed a flash of red which you assumed was the persons hair color as you bought some strawberries. After you paid the lady you wanted to really confirm your suspicions, so you walked down an alleyway. And when you did you heard another set of footsteps. Slyly you grabbed the 3inch blade that was in your belt loop and turned around and held it to the persons throat.

“Fuck” The woman muttered as her head hit the brick wall behind her. You pressed the blade into her throat more as she grunted in pain.

“Why are you following me?” You spit out at the woman and she pushes you off of her before catching her breath to speak.

“I was trying to capture you.” She says in between gasps of air.

Your jaw dropped and your eyes went wide. “Capture me! I dont even know you! why the hell would you want to take me” You ask as you grip the handle of your blade tighter ready to attack if needed.

“Because i was paid 2 million dollars to” The woman responds as she walks up closer to you. It’s at this time that you really get to notice her features. Her eyes are a light shade of green, She has light brown freckles that litter her cheeks and you cant help but get captivated by her.

You’re soon snapped out of your thoughts as she goes to grab your hand to take you with her. You pull away from her and draw your knife to her throat again before she kicks out your knee and pins you.

“You’re either coming with me willingly or we can do this my way where i knock you out” She huffs trying to catch her breath again.

“What!? Who hired you?” You question as you attempt to free yourself of her hold. She smiles a little evilly at your question and you just grow more confused.

“Did you really think you could break in and steal information from the white wolf and him not know?” She quips and just kinda laughs at her own question.

“Well maybe if he wasn’t a killer i wouldn’t want to steal his information and take him down.” The words come out a little broken as they come out and the woman definitely notices.

“Well your vendetta against him isn’t my concern all i know is that i was hired to bring you to him so he can deal with you himself.” The woman says and she then takes your hand and handcuffs you to her.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” You yell at her and she just simply shrugs and stands up pulling you with her.

“This way i dont lose you” And with that she’s tugging your arm making you walk beside her. At this point you dont even know if you should try to run away since she seems to be much stronger and quicker than you.

“So you’re seriously going to hand me over to someone you know is a gonna kill me the second you deliver me” Her facial expression falters slightly at your words but she keeps walking. You roll your eyes and just huff as she doesn’t respond still trying to think of a way to get out of this.

After walking for what feels like thirty miles out of town you finally make it to what your assume is her car. You look at her confused since you have no idea hoe the hell to get in the car handcuffed.

“Crawl over the drivers seat and sit down. if you think i trust you to willingly get in the car and not run you’re even more insane than i thought.” The woman says and pushes you into the car. You do as you’re told and crawl over the drivers to get into the passenger seat. She followed behind and got into the drivers seat and started the car.

“This is so fucked up” The words are barley audible as they leave your lips. As she drives off you just stare out the window with your left arm strained as she drives. At this point you fully give into your situation and come to terms with it.

~an hour later~

As you stared out the window as the car was filled with silence. Neither you or the woman spoke to each other for nearly an hour until you felt the car come to a halt.

“Why are we stopping in the middle of nowhere?” You ask looking out the window and seeing just a bunch of nothing where you are.

“Because we ran out of gas” The redhead slams her hands on the steering wheel in frustration and in turn pulls your arm with her.

“ow! could you be a little more careful” She rolls her eyes at your statement and mumbles a ‘sorry’ “What are we supposed to do now? We are in the middle of nowhere with no gas and the nearest gas station isn’t for at least another fifty miles” She just groaned at your words. The next few minutes are silent as the woman tries to come up with a plan.

“Well i guess we are gonna attempt to hitchhike or find a place to crash for the night.” And with that she’s pulling your arm as she gets out of the car and you obviously follow.

“This is ridiculous if you had just let me go we wouldn’t be here.” You huff and try crossing you arms but fail.

“You know i still dont even know your name random woman who kidnapped me” She laughs at you remark as she grabs a bag from her trunk before she starts walking off.

“Well i didn’t think we’d be around each other for long but plans change” She replies as you two reach a dirt road to follow. “It’s Natasha” The woman adds with a little hint of a smile on her face.

“It’s pretty” You admit looking at Natasha and she blushes a little.

“Thanks- uh try and see if you have any service and if you do try to find the nearest motel if possible” Nat said clearly changing the topic of conversation. Pulling out your phone you squeal when you see you have on bar. Quickly you go to look up a motel and see one fifteen miles away.

“There’s one fifteen miles down this road should take about an hour or two” You point north and she nods and you both just walk in silence.

The sun goes down as you both tread to the motel and luckily it’s autumn in new york so it’s not hot. Neither of you speak unless you’re giving her directions which wasn’t often. You did however notice how gorgeous the woman was. Granted she was literally delivering you to deaths door but hey at least she was hot.

Natasha stole glances at you here and there as you walked. For some reason she had a pit of guilt in her stomach. Normally she has no remorse for her bounties since most of them are awful people. But here you were this girl who looked like she wouldn’t hurt a fly, She couldn’t help but wonder why The White Wolf wanted you dead so bad, What did you steal?

The two hours go by rather quickly even though your legs are indeed killing you. The two of you walk into the lobby of a very shabby motel.

“Hi there! What can i do for you two” The woman at the front desk asks as both of you approach the desk.

“We’d like a room for the night please” You say with a smile and the woman nods and starts typing.

“We have a room with a queen bed for twenty dollars a night will that work dear?” She asks and you look over at Natasha who just shrugs and nods her head.

“Alright dear and if just for the night then it’s twenty even” You nod and pull out your wallet from your pocket but Natasha beat you to it. She gave the woman her card and paid. The woman handed you the room key along with telling you where the room was and you thanked her before walking away.

It was silent as you two walked up the stairs to the second floor. When you reached the door Natasha used the key card to open the door. You walked into the room first and she followed behind. The room wasn’t the worst but it also wasn’t exactly the best. Luckily it was only for a night.

You were quickly reminded of the handcuffs when your left arm got pulled towards the bed and you groaned.

“Okay listen i know you handcuffed us because you think im gonna run but if i promise not to run will you take them off.” Natasha noticed the pleading look in your eyes as you spoke. She was a little hesitant about uncuffing you both, on one hand she didn’t want you to run because if she lost you’d she be dead, and she also kinda liked your presence.

“If you try to escape i don’t hesitate to knock you out understood” She agrees with a stern look and you nod in agreement. When she uncuffs you she notices how you dont move away from her and you just kinda look at her.

“Uh thanks” You finally spoke breaking the trance you were in.

“No problem. Why dont you go take a shower and then we can figure out how to get back to the city later” Natasha said and it’s then you realize you have no clothes and nothing to shower with.

“I would if i had anything to shower with” Pointing to the lack of bags on your hand. She nods her hand and opens the bag she grabbed earlier before you left her car.

“That’s why i brought these.” And with that she hands you a change of clothes and mini toiletries. You thank her and head to the small bathroom and lock the door.

You turn the small shower on as hot as it can go before getting undressed. Setting the clothes on the sink and stepping into the hot shower you sigh in relief as the water runs down your skin.

While your in the shower Natasha has the most infuriating internal struggle she’s ever had. She knows she should bring you to The White Wolf but she can’t help but feel like there’s something that she doesn’t know. She is determined to find out why he wants you dead so bad when you get out of the shower.

After you wash your body you grab one of the towels from the motel and wrap it around your body. You wipe the fog off the mirror before staring at yourself in the mirror. Your mind wanders off to your father and how he would handle this situation, He’d probably would have already killed this woman, You wish you could call him and ask him what to do…But you cant. So with a heavy sigh you put on the oversized t-shirt and shorts before wrapping your hair in the towel and walking out.

When Natasha sees you step out in her clothes her breath hitches in her throat. She takes a moment to study your features and take in how breathtakingly beautiful you are, Your hair that flows past your middle back, How long your eyelashes are, How soft your skin looks-. She cuts her own thoughts off as you sit on the bed next to her.

“Thanks for the clothes” Your voice comes out soft and for a moment you forget that this woman is bringing you to your death. Suddenly you feel a sense of fear and your eyes swell with tears. Natasha notices your change in demeanor and puts two and two together.

“If you dont mind me asking…What did you steal from The White Wolf? Why does he want you dead” Natasha asks as she scoots closer to you and gently holds your hand.

The look you give you give her before you speak can only be described as innocent. “Two years ago my father was killed. He worked for The White Wolf as his second in command for fifteen years. He found out that the White Wolf was planning on conducting illegal human experiments in attempt to make something that he called a super solider. My father said that he would report him to the fbi if he did so and then he executed my father right then and there. I had found out from my brother who worked there as well what happened and since that day i vowed to take him and his entire operation down.” Tears start to fall as you recall your fathers death and you just sit there stuck in the memory.

It’s right then and there that Natasha decides she’s not gonna bring you in. You were innocent, You were just trying top avenge your father she couldn’t bring you to deaths door because of that. She just hugs you after you finish speaking. The action takes you by surprise but you accept it and quickly embrace her back.

“I’m not taking you to him anymore- Now that i know why i-i cant do it” She whispers into your hair and you look up to her and start to cry even more.

“He will kill us both if you dont you know” The words are shaky and broken as they come out. She just shakes her head and puts her finger against your lips.

“I dont care what happens to me. I just wanna keep you safe.” She says honestly and you’re amazed by her. She has only known you for a few hours and yet is risking her life for you.

“Why? You dont even know me…For all you know i could be a serial killer” You joke a little and she laughs and god its the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard.

“I guess you’re right. But i’ve done my research on you Y/n killing doesn’t quite seem like your MO” She teases back and you giggle and reposition yourself against the headboard.

“Yea i guess you’re right but still why are you risking your life for someone you just met?” Natasha looks at you and sits down next to while taking your hand in hers again. Her thumb runs over your knuckles and you get this feeling as if you’ve known her for years. It takes her a moment before she responds as she get lost in the moment herself.

“I see something in you and it makes me want to protect you- i can’t describe it” She confess and your heart swells. Before you can even think about your actions your lips on on hers. Natasha is quick to reciprocate the kiss along with grabbing you and having you straddle her hips. You moan into her mouth as she grinds your hips down on her thigh.

“Fuck me” You whisper into her mouth and she’s quick to leave dark bruises on your neck. After she’s satisfied with the marks she lifts your shift off you and moves to your boobs. She moans when she sees your bare chest and you blush as she grabs the soft skin.

“So pretty Kotenok” The words she speaks makes you groan and grind on her thigh a little faster. She quickly takes a nipple in between her teeth and grazes it lightly before sucking on it.

“Oh fuck Nat-Please fuck me” She doesn’t need much more convincing after that. Natasha flips you both so you are underneath her on your back. She rids you of you shorts and underwear and stares at your bare pussy.

“So fucking pretty” Her voice is deep as she drinks in the sight in front of her. Slowly she makes her way to you slit licking from there to your clit and you let out a soft moan. She focuses on you clit and starts sucking on it at a fast pace. She moans at the taste of you as if its the sweetest thing on the planet.

“Oh fuck yea right- right there” You moan and she adds two fingers into your tight hole and you scream.

“So tight baby so fucking tight” She mutters into your pussy sending vibrations to your clit that makes your back arch. Natasha kitten licks your clit and the teasing of it drives you up a wall. Once she adds the third finger that’s when you really fucking lose it.

“Oh fuck yes YES!” You scream and you swear you can feel her smirk into your pussy as she sucks your clit harder. You can feels your walls pulsate on her fingers as she gives you an unrelenting pace,

“Cum for me baby” She urges picking up the pace and fucks into you harder. You can feel the coil in your stomach grow tighter as you drink up the pleasure coursing through your body. You’ve never felt anything like this before and you know that after this you’ll be ruined for anyone else.

“Fuck-har-harder natty please” Natasha smirks at the nickname and happily obliges and fucks into you at a much harder pace. It doesn’t take long before you’re back in arching and you’re screaming as she kisses your g-spot.

“i-im cumming!” And within thirty seconds you squirt on her fingers and tongue. Natasha groans and continues to lick your pussy clean. When she comes back up for air she sticks her fingers in your mouth.

“Taste yourself baby” And you do as you’re told and swirl your tongue around her three fingers. She pushes them further into your mouth and fucks your throat with them. You gag on her fingers but you dont complain as you relish in this filthy moment. Once you have cleaned her fingers to her liking she takes them out of your mouth and replaces her fingers with her mouth.

“Fuck baby you taste so fuckin good” She praises in between kisses and you moan out a thank you in response.

“I wanna taste you too” A hint of mischief hidden on your words as you scoot down on the pillow. She takes the hint and rids herself of her pants, before she places herself around your head and settles her pussy down on your mouth.

You wrap your hands around her thighs and push her onto your tongue. She grinds her hips on your face and moans as your lips suck on her clit.

“Oh fuck baby” She moan and her hands tangle themselves in your hair as you continue sucking. You quickly add a finger into her already dripping pussy and that drives her crazy. She’s quick to fuck herself as much as she can on your finger. You moan in satisfaction as you feel her clench around your finger, when you add another one Natasha practically screams at the stretch.

“Fuck baby im gonna cum” Her words feel like a challenge to you and in that moment you want to make her cum more than anything. You add a third finger while nipping and sucking on her clit. Her walls clench on your fingers as you hit her g-spot.

“FUCK!” Natasha screams as she cums on your fingers and tightens her grip on your hair. She falls on the bed next to you as she tries to catch her breath. You roll over on your side and look at her fucked out face and smile.

You cuddle into her side and run your hand under her shirt in soothing motions. “That was amazing” You confess and she looks at you with a dopey smile on her lips.

“Agreed” She says and wraps an arm around you waist. The two of you stay like this for a moment not caring about aftercare right now. The silence is nice as you both enjoy each other’s presence.

“So what happens now?” Your voice is the first one to break the silence. Natasha lets out a sigh and rubs her hand over your hip.

“Well i have a plan but it’s not exactly that well thought out” She admits as you look up to meet her gaze. You nod as a sign for her to continue. “Why dont we just take the money and run? We can go anywhere you want, and we can change our names so The White Wolf doesn’t find us and we make a life together-“ Your eyes widen at her words and she takes that a sign that she’s being crazy and that there’s no way you’ll agree to this.

“Unless you think its a stupid idea, Because in that case ill split the money with you and we can go our separate ways” The words come out anxious and shaky and you shake your head and put your finger to her lips like she did earlier.

“Let’s do it” You smile “Lets be on the run together.” After the words come out Natasha smiles and kisses you with more passion than before.

Being on the run with the woman who was hired to kidnap you? Definitely not what you had on your yearly bingo card but hey… at least you aren’t dead.

~The end~

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[lulublack90]

Prompt 27 - Hunter

@jegulus-microfic October 27, Word count 727

Did it turn into a series? Yes, it did. Honestly, I can't help myself.

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Regulus followed James inside. He couldn’t believe how stupid he’d been. He’d seen James walk into the bistro and freaked out. He’d wanted to get there first, find a good seat, and check the menu and drinks list out, but then James turned up early, and his entire plan was in shatters. He’d turned down the alleyway and let his panic take him. 

But somehow, James had found him and made everything all right. 

“Tea, coffee?” James’s voice snapped Regulus out of his thoughts. 

“Erm— Tea is fine. Thank you,” He blurted quickly, embarrassed that he’d zoned out. James didn’t bat an eyelid and busied himself with the kettle. 

“Make yourself at home, everyone does,” James added, waving Regulus towards the living room. Regulus didn’t move. Maybe if he came back, he’d feel more comfortable, but right now, he wanted to stay close to James. 

He began to wring his hands together as he realised he’d walked willingly into a stranger's flat. He’d only med James once, for crying out loud. And even that had been fleeting when all he’d done was order James about as he drew him. “Do you think you could get some plates down for me?” James’s calm voice brought him back again. He flushed with embarrassment, but James just pointed at the cupboard directly behind him. “Please,” James’s smile made Regulus feel calmer. He tried to return a smile, but it fell short. He spun around and opened the cupboard.

“Big or small plates?” He asked nervously. 

“Two small ones, please,” James said as he opened the fridge and began filling his arms with food. “Follow me,” James said, before walking back into the living room. Regulus followed. James carefully laid out the food on the coffee table and directed Regulus on where to put the plates. “Sit down.” He told him. “I’ll go grab the teas,” And before Regulus could open his mouth, James was gone. “Sit,” James urged, as he came back through, and Regulus did as he was told.

James began piling food onto both of their plates: pork pies, tandoori chicken, mini scotch eggs, thick slices of crusty bread coated in butter that Regulus hadn’t even seen him get and of course, slices of cheese to make sandwiches with. James handed over the plate, and Regulus began to eat. “Sorry, I should have let you get your own,” James apologised around a bite of pork pie. 

“No, it’s fine, I don’t mind,” Regulus glanced up at him before returning his attention to his plate. Honestly, he was glad James had done it. He would have worried over how much he was putting on his plate otherwise, and this way, he could just enjoy himself. 

“Let’s put some noise on, shall we?” James said before picking up his TV remote and turning it on. He put on some mundane show about a ghost hunter who, with a team of other hunters, went to old properties and tried to find out if they were haunted or not. It was not something Regulus would have picked to watch, but after about ten minutes, he was laughing along with James when the presenters were all freaking out over nothing. 

They finished up their lunch and drank their tea and Regulus found himself quite relaxed. James gathered the leftovers and plates, taking them back to the kitchen. When he returned, he had a whole packet of chocolate hobnobs that he opened and offered to Regulus. Regulus took a deep breath and took one. “More tea?” James asked. Regulus nodded. 

He nibbled on his biscuit while James made more tea. “So, do I get to see the finished drawing then?” James called through from the kitchen. 

“Erm, yeah,” Regulus picked his bag up from where he left it and took his sketchbook out. He’d just sat back up when the front door opened and a loud voice called into the space.

“Honey, I’m home!” Regulus looked up at the man in the doorway and felt his blood run cold. His brother Sirius Black stared back at him as a beaming James walked back through with two steaming cups of tea. 

“Hey, Pads, this is…” James started to introduce Regulus to Sirius, but Sirius cut him off. 

“Oh, I know exactly who he is. Hello Reggie,” Regulus swallowed, this was not going to go well.  

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[imtryingbuck]

Tabby

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC!Theo

Summary: Bucky has to marry a woman who surprises him more and more as their story goes along.

Word count: 3,188

Warnings: angst. Swearing. Dot and Eliza. Insecurities. Fluff?

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“Dottie what brings you here?”

“It’s not worked!” Pushing herself into the house with a huff and like a spoiled child she has her arms crossed.

“What are you talking about?”

“James! That little slut-“

“Not here Dolores!” Eliza pulls Dot by her arm and leads her into the living room. “Michaels home so watch what you call that thing”

“Liz you promised me that James would take me on as his mistress if he married one of your daughters-“

“Marrying him to that thing wasn’t my idea, I did not know Michael was going to change his mind”

“I want James!” again, like a child she stomped her foot.

Rolling her eyes Eliza sighed. “Grow up Dottie. I told it to show James it’s body and he would come running for a divorce but it hasn’t happened yet.”

“What should we do?”

“Michael and I along with George and his wife will be attending dinner tonight at James’s house, I’ll talk to it and see what the holdup is. I promise you that we will get what we want okay, now get the fuck out of my house”

Bucky sighed for what felt like to hundredth time in the five minuets he was on the phone talking to his mom, he really didn’t want his father or Michael and Eliza in his home but sadly he couldn’t find it in himself to say no to his mother.

“What’s up Buck?”

“Family dinner tonight, here.”

“I’m sorry”

“I don’t know how am going to tell Theo”

“Just tell her, she’s in the library with Wanda”

“Thanks Stevie” Leaving his office he went straight in to the kitchen to let Martha know about the family dinner he had only been told about less than six hours before it was happening. Martha stiffened when she heard that George would be attending, many, many years ago George had gotten drunk and knocked Martha onto her back, kissing her and lifting her dress up. She tried so hard to fight him off but he wouldn’t relent, that was until Winnie walked in holding a nine month old Rebecca in her arms and she kicked her husband straight in his side, knocking him off the woman who was by her side on the nights she was alone. Martha begged and begged Winnie to believe her, believe that she wasn’t like the other maids that would spread their legs willingly for the married man they worked for whilst his wife was either upstairs asleep in their martial bed or in the living room with their children. Winnie believed what the only woman she had in her life that was a true friend was saying to her, she held her baby in one arm and her friend in the other.

From that night on she avoided the man like he was the plague, when Bucky moved out Winnie had asked her to go with Bucky and with a heavy heart she did. The night Bucky was born it was just Winnie and Martha in the home as George was out with a prostitute, Winnie had begged Martha to promise her that she would always be there for the baby, that she would help bring the baby up to be nothing like its father. Martha promised as she delivered a tiny baby James, Winnie had actually named him after Martha’s father.

Moving with Bucky it was easier for her to keep her promise, always making sure he treat women right and didn’t just kick them to the curb in the morning, always making sure he treat the staff right. Not like how his father did. Bucky had found out what George had done to his second mother and when he had an unpleasant visit from the man he always gave Martha a few hours or day off just so she wasn’t around him, sadly tonight he wasn’t going to be able to do that.

“I know what’s running through your head, I’ll be fine. Don’t need to worry about me darling, just make sure that beautiful wife of yours is okay”

“But I do worry about you mom, if you need to escape for a few just tell me okay?”

“Son-“

“Okay?”

“Okay! I promise I will alright? Now go away your distracting me” Whipping his legs with the tea towel he laughs and backs up.

“Mom… I love you” before Martha could reply he walked off. Through his whole life he had only said those three words to her a handle full of times, normally it was just ‘love you’ but to Martha it was more special and meaningful when he said ‘I love you’. Whispering those words back to him knowing he never caught them, she busied herself with making dinner for that night.

“Knock knock”

“No one’s in, come back another time” Wanda shouted, Bucky smiled at hearing Theo’s giggle.

“So who just spoke to me then?”

“A ghost”

“A ghost-right well I’m coming in”

Walking into the library he spots the women on the couch, Wanda helping Theo read a different book. He made his way over to Theo’s side his hands going straight to her face, his lips going to hers. Both of them ignoring Wanda when she started to fake gag in the background.

“Hi” Theo shyly said as they parted.

“Hi pretty girl”

“What are you doing here?”

“I need to tell you something”

“What is it?”

“Just know I don’t want this to happen either but I couldn’t tell my ma no so” scratching the back of his neck he looked at both women nervously “my ma, twat, Michael and Eliza are coming over tonight for dinner”

“Oh. What time” his stomach dropped along with her smile.

“I’m so sorry Theo. Seven.”

“It’s okay, I’ll go and start preparing”

Stopping her from standing up he shook his head “No Angel, Martha’s already on it”

“I’ll go and help her then”

“There’s no need, however I want you two to go and go on a shopping spree. You need some more clothes baby and Wanda loves to spend my money-“

“That is very true, come on FeFe it will be fun”

“But your stitches?”

“I’m sorry but FeFe?” Bucky asked before Wanda could reply to Theo.

“I’ll be fine I promise and yes Bucky, FeFe if you have a problem with that then take it up with someone who gives a shit”

Holding his hands up in mock surrender, he helps both of them stand up “Go and get my card whilst I talk to angel”

“Don’t take too long I’ve got your money to spend”

Waiting for the door to close behind the redhead Bucky pulls Theo closer to him and goes straight in for a kiss. “I’m sorry about tonight but angel the moment you want them gone you tell me and it’s done, okay?”

“Okay. Are you sure you don’t want me to help Martha?”

“I’m sure baby, go and have fun with Wanda”

“Where’s Nat?”

“Working with Sam, why?”

“I was going to say she could come with us”

“Maybe next time, yeah?”

“Okay-“

“THEO HURRY UP!”

“God she’s so impatient isn’t she?” Bucky laughed, Theo nodded with a giggle. “I best let you go then before she comes back and drags you away”

“I’ll see you later” Lifting herself to her tiptoes she gives him another kiss, he’s quick to deepen it before the door comes flying open.

“I leave you two alone for a few minutes and look at you both, disgusting”

“Shut up I never complain when you and Vision are practically dry humping each other. Wand take extra bodyguards. Have fun my love”

“So… how are things with you and Buck” Wanda asked as she walked down the now empty aisle, just like when Bucky took Theo to the store to get her some new clothes the manager cleared out the store for Wanda.

“It-its going okay”

“Just okay?”

“Well… he-um-he told me he loves me” Theo admitted shyly.

“What-when-oh my God, Theo that’s huge!”

“Last week”

“LAST WEEK AND YOUR JUST TELLING ME THIS NOW!” Wanda shouts causing both Theo and the manager to flinch.

“Wand-“ turning to the manager who stands there looking scared “I’m sorry. Wanda lower your voice and I-I’m sorry”

“Did you say it back?”

“N-no…”

“Why not? Do you not feel the same?” Wanda asked putting the basket she was holding down, moving closer to her friend.

“I’m not sure, I-I like him but I don’t know if it’s love. I showed him my scars and he touched them, nobody’s ever touched them before… well not the way he did” scuffing the toe of her shoe on the tiled flooring she twiddled her fingers nervously waiting for Wanda’s reply.

“It’s okay to feel confused about your feelings Theo and Bucky would never judge you for your scars, none of us would you know that don’t you?”

“I k-know it’s just, I’ve never had anyone love me before so I’m not sure what I’m feeling is love or not”

“How do you feel about Bucky?”

“I’m not sure… I feel a strange feeling in my stomach whenever he looks at me, I feel tingly and light when he kisses me-” Theo blushes violently as Wanda stares at her with a knowing smile “-what?”

“Do you like Bucky?”

“Yes”

“Is your name Theo?”

“Yes”

“Do we live in the UK?”

“No”

“Do you love Bucky?”

“Yes”

“There you go then, you love him and he loves you”

“Wait what did you just do?”

“I don’t know, Clint did the same to me when I was struggling with my feelings with Vis” she shrugs with a smile.

“How long have you and Vis been together?”

“A year now, come on let’s spend some of your husband’s money”

Theo picked out a plain white shirt that was on sale whilst Wanda had a basket full of clothing, she had asked the redhead if it was okay to go to the thrift store smiling when Wanda nodded.

In the thrift store Wanda watched with an amused grin as Theo filled the basket till the point the clothes were overflowing. Three full baskets later and Theo feeling slightly guilty when the cashier read out the total.

“You need to get some new underwear, socks and shoes and I know two perfect stores that you would love” Wanda speaks as she helps Theo place her bags into the boot of the Range Rover.

Theo nodded trusting her friend. Another two hours go by and the guilt was settling in deep with the amount of money she had spent with Bucky’s card. Wanda had reassured her that Bucky wouldn’t be bothered or even flinch at the amount they both had spent but that didn’t matter, she still felt guilty.

“Angel your back-hey why are you crying?” Bucky was excited when Martha had told him that the girls were back from their shopping spree, he rushed off upstairs excited to see what she had brought herself, his smile dropping when he sees her sitting on the edge of their bed staring out the many bags sitting in front of her with tears streaming down her cheeks.

“J-James I-I-I spent so much of your money I’m so sorry!”

“Angel, baby hey don’t cry. I don’t care about the money! As long as you had fun and you love the things you got that’s all that matters to me”

“I-it was a lot of money though James”

“It’s okay I promise you, did you have fun?”

“But-“

“Did you?”

“Yes…”

“Then that’s all that matters, why don’t you show me what you got?” He asked with a smile.

Nodding and wiping her cheeks with the sleeve of her his jumper, pulling one of the bags closer to them she begins pulling the clothes out and handing them to him. Oblivious to what Bucky was originally asking for.

Not that he says anything to correct her.

When it gets to showing her the shoes she had gotten he silently thanked Wanda for getting her so more shoes as the only pair Theo had were nearly falling apart from years of usage. Then she started to blush violently as the only two bags left contained bras and underwear. The only things in the bag she was okay showing was the many pairs of socks.

Wanda had noticed that the only bra Theo had was small for her, she had the woman at the store do a correct measurement. “Wa-Wanda said I needed some new… you know… underwear”

“I won’t ask you to show me them, don’t worry. But everything else you got is beautiful baby”

“I got socks” she smiled shyly, slightly feeling silly for being excited to show them to him. Bucky smiled and held one pack after another as she hands them to him. There was only one pack that was plain black, the others were bright and colourful with different patterns and some had cartoons on them.

That’s when it hit him. The jacket he got her.

“I forgot that I had got you something when we went shopping together-“ he says jumping up and moving across the room to the wardrobe “I didn’t know if you would like it at first but seeing what you’ve got, I-I think I did good” handing over the jacket he watched her fingers trace over the stitching on the elbows.

“I-thank you James, I l-love it”

“Do you really?”

“I do, thank you”

“I got you something else, I saw you touching it a-and the way your eyes lit up… anyway here” he hands over the bag and watches her open it. Slowly pulling out the rugged bear with a missing ear her eyes went wide before pulling the bear into her chest. “Do you li-baby a-are you crying?”

“I-it’s mine”

“I know I go-“

“It’s mine Bucky look” showing the bear to Bucky she shows the love heart stitched into the teddies chest. How it missed it is lost on him. On the heart says ‘To my sweetest Theodora. Love your mama always’ hand sewn in white treading. “M-my father said that my mama had the bear when she was a child a-and when she found out she was pregnant with me she stitched the love heart then when she knew I was a girl she had already picked a name out for me. I-I lost Tabby when I was six, I couldn’t find him anywhere”

“You named him Tabby?”

“Yeah, silly I kn-“

“It’s not silly Theo”

“I got him back thanks to you” she smiles up to him.

“You got him back” Bucky mimics her smile.

Theo had always wondered with her bear went though she thought it was probably Eliza’s doing by getting rid of him but she was just six years old so she couldn’t exactly accuse Eliza of doing something that Theo had no proof of doing. But now it didn’t matter as her beloved teddy was back in her arms, the only thing that she had from her mum, the mum that she never met.

And it was all thanks to Bucky.

Seven o’clock arrived quicker than any of them hoped. Steve, Sam, Nat and Wanda were forced to attend the dinner, none of them liked George and though they didn’t know Michael or Eliza, they didn’t like them. They wasn’t stupid when it came to why Theo was timid, they definitely had something to do with it.

Bucky was confused when he walked in the bedroom to see Theo standing there wearing an all-black outfit. He stuttered trying to explain that she was to eat with them and not to be waiting on them like she thought. His heart clenched when she asked if he was sure that she was invited, telling her that she was she gave him a questioning look, so unsure of herself with what to do next.

Theo paced up and down the bedroom floor muttering to herself worrying about what to wear, Bucky told her to wear whatever she was comfortable with, that didn’t help. Not when he wore a light grey suit.

When the knock on the bedroom door pulled her away from her worrying Wanda walked in “okay so I have this dress and this one, which one do you like?”

“I-I don’t know”

“Well try them on and see which one you like better, okay?”

Nodding she takes the dresses out of Wanda’s hands thanking her she shuts the bathroom door behind her. The first one was black with spaghetti straps-absolutely not. Taking it off as quickly as she could she pulled the second one on, dark red in colour with laced sleeves and that went to her knees. Finally gaining the courage to look herself in the mirror she shocked herself by smiling at her reflection.

She liked it.

A lot.

“I-I like this one” Theo says stepping out of the bathroom to where her redheaded friend was waiting in the bedroom.

“Theo…”

“Does it look bad? It looks ba-“

“You’re stunning”

“Don’t lie ple-“

“I’m not lying Theo, I swear”

“D-do you think Bucky would l-like it?” Theo asked blushing.

“Yes” came Wanda’s fast reply. She knew Bucky was going to love seeing the dress on her.

Nat comes in and helps Wanda doing Theo’s hair, talked about putting makeup on her but stopped when Theo looked really uncomfortable by the idea of wearing makeup. Both women complemented her on the fact she didn’t need it in the first place.

Slipping on some black flats she felt stupid by standing next to the two redheads who were dressed glamorously, light makeup on their beautiful faces, heels that made their legs look like they went on forever.

She didn’t fit. She didn’t fit in this lifestyle like her new friends or her father’s daughters. She was the odd one out once again. She didn’t belong at her father’s home or Bucky’s. She didn’t fit in her father’s family or with Bucky’s.

Before the tears could begin to fill her eyes the bedroom door came back open revealing Bucky who remained frozen in the doorway. Wanda had to stop Theo’s hands from pulling the dress further down or run her fingers through her short hair as Bucky’s lack of reaction was making her more unsure of herself.

“Angel… you’re beautiful, I-god-you’re so pretty” his bright blue eyes slowly moved up and down her figure taking in the curves that she had been keeping hidden away by wearing baggy clothes.

“I-“ she slams her lips shut just in time from asking him if she was, because he definitely wasn’t saying it to her. “You look handsome”

Giving her a kiss he informs her that their guests were on their way, he hated it just as much as she did. Bucky preferred if he had never saw any of the them again, aside from his ma.

“Come on my love, let’s get this over and done with” he whispers as the knock on the door reveals the arrival of the four so called parents.

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[c0smopolitan]

The Bug Collector

A/n: I’m late but it’s here😍, this was gonna be a completely different fic but I had a crisis half way through and deleted it because I hated it. Learned “The Bug Collector” on guitar today so I decided to fuel this fic on that song. This is all fluff and based off the house in cmbyn since I love it sm in the movie. Only proofread once and povs change in this but I might fix that later. That’s all, Thanks!

Description: A morning in your life with James after you graduated Hogwarts.

Warnings: none this is pure fluff, James Potter x f!Reader, if you don’t like bugs or would never touch one willingly maybe you won’t like this lmao, James is a doting bf and gets jealous of a millipede, James knows how to work muggle items, that’s about it.

“Come here James.” You call out softly. James mutters a “yes love” as he finishes up watering the flowers in your garden. You continue to pick oranges from the tree in your yard with the help of your wand. He finishes watering the last flower and puts down the watering can, jogging over to you.

He gives you a quick kiss on the side of your cheek before pulling out his wand to help you with the oranges.

This domestic life was everything you dreamed of and more.

After James had picked the last orange, he put it in your basket and made his way to the kitchen where he turned the juicer on to make fresh orange juice.

You prepped the table outside for your breakfast and grabbed the plates from the kitchen and placed them out where you and James usually sat.

James called your name from kitchen and you promptly made your way inside. “Yes love?” You respond at the doorway. James looked over his shoulder at your figure and smiled. “Come make the eggs with me love, the juice is all done.”

You smiled and nodded, making your way over to where James stood above the stove with the pan in his hand, as you grabbed the eggs from the fridge.

🌱Time skip🌱

James ate next to you quietly after you were done eating while you sat with your sketchbook, drawing the green lacewings that sat on the flowers in a vase that was on your table.

He quietly got up and took his plate to the kitchen, coming back with two small jars in hand. “Here love, for the bugs.” You smiled up at James and he leaned down to peck you on the lips.

🌱later on🌱

James went inside the house to go get something while you made your way over to the peach tree in your garden where bugs prominently hung around.

You looked down to the base of the tree where you saw a millipede latched to it. You smiled softly and picked it up from where it was stood still, placing it in one of the small jars James gave you.

You sit yourself down, back against the tree, placing the jar down onto the ground in front of you where the sun shone the brightest and grabbed the sketchbook from its place between your arm and chest, placing it onto your lap. You grab a pencil from your pocket and begin to sketch the millipede who stayed still in the jar.

🌱10 mins later🌱

As you were finishing up your sketch you heard footsteps coming towards you. You look up to see no other than James coming towards you, book in hand.

“Thought I’d stay out here a while longer with you.” He says with a grin, you smile up at him with a nod.

“Ok,” you mumble. “Almost done with this, then I’ll let him go.” He nods and sits next to you on the tree. “Thought you were gonna collect it?” You shake your head while drawing the last of its legs.

“Don’t need to,” you say absentmindedly. “I already have a millipede at home, but this one’s bigger than Sunny so I wanted to sketch it.” You conclude, finished with your sketch.

He snorts and you look at him confused, getting up and dusting your pants off before picking the jar up. “What’s so funny Potter.” You banter as you walk a few feet towards the small forest next to your home and place the jar horizontally for the bug to crawl out of.

He comes up behind you, and wrapping his arms around your waist while you wait for the big to crawl out. “You named a millipede Sunny.” He says with a laugh. “S’cute.” He says, kissing your cheek.

You roll your eyes playfully and lean into his hold, tilting your head up to look at him just for him to already be looking at you. “Love you so much you know that?” He says looking at you with so much love.

Your cheeks turn a light shade of pink and you turn your body around to have your arms around his neck. “So sappy.” You say with grimace, but the grin on your face gave you away. “Only for you love.” He says, returning the grin and placing a soft kiss on your temple.

You stand there with each other for a few moments before you feel a crawling sensation on your leg. You look down confused, just to see the millipede crawling up your leg. You begin to laugh at it stopping its midway up your leg.

James looked down, confused as to what you were laughing at and sees the millipede on your leg. You laugh harder when it starts crawling faster while you’re trying to grab it.

You grabbed the millipede and held it in your hand, cooing at it while you began to walk away, trying to find somewhere to put it.

James didn’t share the same sentiment as you towards the millipede. “Cheeky bastard.” James mumbled while you placed it down on the ground, a few feet away from where you two were previously standing. You laughed at the jealousness James held towards an insect.

You walk back over to James, to see him eyeing the millipede as it crawled away. You look at him and shake your head, grabbing his arm and taking him back to where you two were sat before.

“You can’t be serious James.” You snort. He shrugs and sits down on the tree, moving your sketchbook and his book to the side next to him, leaving room for you to sit on his lap.

“He knew what he was doing.” He grumbled. You shook your head with a smile and sat on his lap, laying your back against his chest while he wrapped his left arm around you.

“Let’s continue reading ‘Great Gatsby’ like we were yesterday.” James said with enthusiasm, and you nodded with a soft smile, placing your head in the crook of his neck as he grabbed the book and turned to the page you left off on.

[blond-jerk-tourney]

Blond Sweetheart Tourney: Round 3, Poll 13

Propaganda from submitters Under Cut

Laios Touden

He cares about his sister so much he was willing to solo a red dragon to rescue her. He doesn't care about money, power, or fame, he just wants to help his sister and learn about monsters. He might seem weird and offputting, but his deepest desire is to find a way for people and monsters to live in peace together to make life better for everyone. One of his biggest faults is he assumes the best of everyone.

Laios is already winning, but I'd like to point out that he's kind despite the fact that pretty much everyone (sometimes including his own party!) treat him with suspicion or outright hostility? It's not just Shuro and Kabru; it's everyone who contemplates what he might do as Lord of the Dungeon, the village kids when he was growing up, Chilchuck repeatedly treating him as an outright threat. Everyone hates Laios, but he doesn't sink to their level.

Louis James Moriarty

Devoted to a fault. Burned his face to prove his loyalty to his brothers. Tries extremely hard to keep not one but *two* mansions in pristine, clean condition with no household staff (well, a gardener an a colonel who dirtiest the London house and will not do chores) because he knows that Albert's OCD requires cleanliness and because it's something "useful" he can do. All he wants is to be useful. Louis is a sweetheart and deserves to be loved forever.

He's exceptionally caring towards his brothers and his "found family"

Louis was a young, orphan boy with a heart condition. Louis lived in an orphanage whose money had been slightly mismanaged and who was rationing food to the kids. A different kid noticed the lack of food, and was still hungry after devouring their plate. They wanted seconds, but there were none. And Louis gave them his plate. His plate of firsts. He didn't even He downplays his literal heart condition so as to not cause his brother, Will, too much worry. He doesn't ask for treatment, or a better lot in life, or anything. He asks to not be left alone. More than anything, that's all he is afraid of: being left alone, even after he lives through surgery as a Victorian child and gets better. So, vote Louis, don't leave him alone. He has us, his fans. Who I am sure he can't even process that we exist, because he's always seeing the good qualities of others instead of himself, and he, like William, deserves our love as well.

VOTE LOUIS‼️‼️ He deserves to go far after his brother got absolutely sweeped 💀

Louis James Moriarty is SO incredibly kind and sweet. He constantly goes out of his way to take care of his brothers. As mentioned in the propaganda, Louis keeps TWO mansions clean for his brother Albert. Louis consistently shows care for his brother William as well. William has fainting spells and falls asleep at random times. Louis is ALWAYS there to make sure that William is okay and taken care of while he's asleep. Louis and William lived on the street for some amount of time as orphans, and during this time, Louis would have to watch over William while he had a sleeping spell. Louis went out of his way to interact with a man that he hates to keep his brother safe. He is so sweet and kind. He constantly goes out of his way for others, especially for his siblings!!

louis, on the other hand, is devoted greatly to his brothers, a great cook, might seem indifferent at times but is actually very sweet. he has had great character development and has gone from living as his brother's shadow to actually living for himself. he keeps two mansions clean because he knows his eldest brother feels frustrated in a disorganised place, is practically the scabbard for the two brothers if one's a shield and the other a sword. see the scar on his face? that's something he willingly did to himself so he could prove his undying loyalty to his brothers and their cause. he must have gone through and felt huge amounts of pain and grief since one brother was allegedly dead and the other was imprisoned. yet he moved on forward with the best of his abilities even though i'm sure he wanted nothing more than to breakdown at times. so, yeah. vote for louis.

[astroaries98]

The Violin

CW: Reference to past abuse, mention of sex.

A short newly married Jegulus fic, mainly fluff :)

James crept down the stairs following the sound of the music that was flowing through the house and peaked around the study door feeling a warm smile grow on his face when he saw Regulus engrossed in his violin, his eyes closed and body swaying in time with the notes, making his dark curls fall on to his face. James' heart grew with joy and he couldn’t imagine loving anyone more than he loved the man in front of him. 

He slowly opened the door slightly wider so as not to disturb his playing when he witnessed Regulus miss a note causing his relaxed face to grimace and his left leg to flinch slightly. His eyes snapped open with a frightened and then almost embarrassed look, he sighed deeply putting the instrument down before throwing his hands to his face in frustration.

James’ face was washed with concern as he walked fully into the room towards Regulus. 

Regulus turned suddenly towards the sound of James’ footsteps his face softening almost instantly when he saw him.

“You saw that then?” Regulus asked sheepishly trying to mask behind a small smile.

One James saw right through. 

“Oh my love!’ exclaimed James as he pulled his husband into a tight hug kissing the top go his head. ‘It’s okay, it’s okay’ he exhaled into his hair.

Regulus shook his head and pulled slightly back looking up to James his grey eyes filling with angry tears. “I hate I still react like that like my body still expects pain for a stupid missed note, how dare she ruin playing for me even now?” 

James wiped Regulus' tears away with his thumbs while cradling his chin and kissed him on the forehead before looking back at him with a pained expression. He was angry too, he hated Walburga not only for hurting his beloved in the first place but for hurting him so deeply that it tainted one of his passions even after all these years. He hated there were scars so deep he’d never be able to fix them. But he would try. He would never stop trying. 

James took hold of Regulus’ hands and brought them to his mouth kissing his knuckles softly. “You have come so far my love, let us not stop now.” 

James went over and picked up the violin from the ground before sitting down in their armchair. “Come here.” He beckoned Regulus over.  

Regulus looked at him puzzled and almost rolled his eyes when he saw James pat his knee. “James what are you doing, this really isn't the time”

James faked a shocked expression, “What do you take me for, a sex-mad animal?”

Regulus could not help himself smirking at this and before he could reply James laughed. 

“Don’t answer that” He grinned pointing at Regulus. “Now come here and sit on my knee”

Regulus shook his head again and threw his arms dramatically in the air but then willingly went over to James who kissed him lightly when he sat down and passed him the violin.

“Play for me my love, if I’m already touching you you’ll know nothing else can because you’ll feel me here and I’d never let anyone hurt you okay?” 

Regulus looked like he was about to cry again but instead leaned in and kissed James on the mouth. “What did I ever do to deserve someone as lovely as you?” he almost whispered tracing James' jaw with his thumb.

“I asked myself the same thing every day darling” James replied “Now go on, give it a go, I’m right here.”

Regulus lifted the violin but paused before he started to play. “You know Jamie we can’t do this every time I play” He stated with a small frown. 

James looked at Regulus. “Maybe not, but right now we can, and we can for as long as you need, okay?”

Regulus paused again James could see a million thoughts behind his eyes, but he settled on a simple “Okay” and a genuine smile before he started to play the most beautiful sound James had ever heard.

And when he missed a note Regulus didn't waiver knowing James was right there.  

[mustainegf]

ok? you say you don't harm them, but you do. you oversexualize them, you use them as your content, and that's the point, it's problematic, they are real life people.

went through your blog and 99% is all about sexualizing them. it's honestly creepy, fetishist, obsessive. it's really disgusting to be honest, you're publishing this on the internet, yes there are people who follow your content, this is normalized, but normalizing something does not mean it's fucking normal. pay more attention to the shit you're doing, act more responsibly.

i'd really appreciate it if you could answer this ask. i genuinely want to know what you think.

To be honest I still don’t agree with you. I don’t exactly see how I’m over sexualizing them when you can literally hop on the internet and find lewd photos of them that they willingly have released?

Personally I think that a literal sexual image is a bit more sexual than FICTION on Tumblr. I’m just confused.

I’m here simply to cater to my audience, (depending on what the request is)

I’ve been requested some pretty awful things, and you don’t see me writing that. Would you rather me be writing r@pe? Because I get that a lot more than most people assume.

You say I’m harming them by oversexualizing them. These are grown men, literally on tour. My bad for not realizing that James Hetfield is an active Tumblr user.

I’m not contacting these people? I’m not sending messages to celebrities and objectifying, over sexualizing or overstepping.

I simply write fantasy content on my small corner of Tumblr.

I’ve seen plenty of people who write some DISGUSTING, and downright illegal things in the Metallica/megadeth community, yet I’m the one who’s being ragged on?

[marvel-starwarsfangirl]

Ep. 12 "Juggernaut" Review

This episode was certainly fast paced. I wished it was a teensy bit longer because I want more of my boys. That being said, the juggernaut sequences were absolutely fantastic. Everything from Hunter's crazy maneuvers to the TK troopers actually being competent were phenomenal. I loved seeing the crazy ride that our boys took as they raced against the Empire's forces and the lack of road. It reminded me of the tank chase in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. Thankfully, both Indy and the Batch make it out (thank you Phee).

Also, shoutout to that one Steve Blum voice cameo for random imperial. He's awesome.

As usual, spoilers below

My discord friend and I both theorized that Rampart would return as a prisoner with information and boy, were we right. I'm just gonna say it, Rampart is hot with the scruffy look. Yes, I still hate his guts and he's still an ahole. But I have a thing for the scruffy look. This is because James Norrington was one of my crushes in Pirates of the Caribbean. I don't make the rules, ok?

Ngl, it was cool to see him return. Prison hasn't been kind to him, but it's clear he hasn't changed one bit. He might give up info out of spite, but his views on others he perceives as lesser haven't changed. I wasn't surprised when he had no clue what an Ugnaught was nor when he referred to Crosshair by his number. Unlike Kallus or Cross, who both learned from their mistakes (and obviously had honor), Rampart remains greedy. Although he offers information, he could sell the Batch out in exchange for freedom. We'll see how well that goes. Crosshair was right to be wary.

Side note: seeing Rampart being thrown around like luggage when he was stunned was hilarious. He deserved it though.

Speaking of Cross, his snark was golden. You tell them Cross. Snark aside, Crosshair is not ok. Even mentioning Tantiss is a trigger for him. He doesn't want to go back nor think about anything related to the place. But we all know he will because Omega needs him. She saved his life and he loves her dearly. But I'm glad Hunter and Wrecker didn't hold it against him. Although, I wished we got more dialogue on that whole situation. At least both of his brothers know that Cross didn't hand her over willingly or what not. And Cross trusts that Omega's choice wasn't without reason. Also, Cross' theme kicks in after his hand starts trembling and he needs a hug. He's been through so much.

The interaction with Phee was also really sweet. Crosshair finally got to hear the iconic "Brown Eyes." And the fact that Tech clearly talked about Crosshair in a positive light to Phee makes my heart melt. Tech doesn't know how much Crosshair has changed, but that love he had for him never went away. I am in tears. I also have no doubt that Tech would be impressed with Phee's stealthy drop off of the boys.

Something else I enjoyed was seeing the brothers work together like to good ol' days. It really reminded me of the earlier seasons and CW and just how much I missed it. Season 3 has been so heavy and dark that moments like these make me happy. Cross and Wrecker using battle plans while Hunter drives was so much fun to watch.

And then there's Hemlock. I can't wait for him to fall off Tantiss and die. He's so creepy and gross. I cringe whenever I see his stupid face. The way he showed Omega the children and was like "this is your new home" just made me want to hate him more.

And Emerie! She feels so trapped between her duties and affection for Omega. But she will choose a side in the end and I have a feeling it'll be Omega. My theory is that Omega will encourage her to help her and the children escape. Emerie will provide assistance and probably be killed by Hemlock.

someone please tell me how Echo is doing off screen. I love you sweet Echo; just stay off screen and you'll be safe. but also come back bc i miss your presence

Anyways, that's all for now. We're in the endgame now fellas. 3 more episodes. I will post some theories. Until next time, take care!

[bethanydelleman]

Northanger Abbey Readthrough Ch 25

Catherine might have missed like 99% of Henry Tilney's flirting, but she has an inkling it has happened, maybe, "He had—she thought he had, once or twice before this fatal morning, shown something like affection for her."

Which is why I love this meme so much:

Again, Catherine touches upon Marianne Dashwood behaviour but she just can't really commit, "But now—in short, she made herself as miserable as possible for about half an hour, went down when the clock struck five, with a broken heart, and could scarcely give an intelligible answer to Eleanor’s inquiry if she was well." However, by the end of the evening and with Henry being kinder than ever, she has recovered. she had nothing to do but to forgive herself and be happier than ever; and the lenient hand of time did much for her by insensible gradations in the course of another day. She does indeed bounce back quickly!

Catherine reflects that in England at least, the type of villains described by Mrs. Radcliff must not exist. She doesn't go so far as to pardon France and Switzerland from containing such evil, but she's pretty sure about her own country. She also believes that while Henry and Eleanor may not be perfect (never!), she's certain that General Tilney has some "specks" in his character. Well you've come a long way girl, we won't ask for more just yet.

Murder was not tolerated, servants were not slaves, and neither poison nor sleeping potions to be procured, like rhubarb, from every druggist.

Quick, someone tell Shakespeare!

Now Catherine's thoughts return to Bath, but she has no news. Her faithful friend has proved unfaithful again: But Isabella had promised and promised again; and when she promised a thing, she was so scrupulous in performing it! Oh Catherine...

Not as bad as her brother though! Poor Thorpe is in town: I dread the sight of him; his honest heart would feel so much. Honest heart! That man doesn't have an honest cell in his entire body! I would have more hope for James if we knew he finally figured out John, but the only hint we have is this: the failure of a very recent endeavour to accomplish a reconciliation between Morland and Isabella. So James and John met again and John tried to get them back together, but whether James rejected both siblings or just one is unknown.

I really feel for Catherine here, she has to sit through breakfast trying not to cry, then cannot return to her room because it is being cleaned (bedrooms in this era were mostly for dressing and sleeping, so she wouldn't be expected to use her room again until 4pm*), tries the drawing room only to discover the Tilney siblings, but then they kindly leave her to herself. Catherine needs another half hour (her magical sad-feeling time) before she can face them.

This line from Catherine is so very Jane Bennet:

"Could you have believed there had been such inconstancy and fickleness, and everything that is bad in the world?”

What a stroke was this for poor Jane, who would willingly have gone through the world without believing that so much wickedness existed in the whole race of mankind as was here collected in one individual! -Pride & Prejudice, of Wickham

The poor girls, having their eyes opened to the wickedness of the world.

Then this part:

This post by Fira Wren playing in my head. His kids know the General is full of it. Eleanor is surprised her older brother has fallen in love, since it seems he never has been before, which again has Henry Crawford vibes.

No, not very. I do not believe Isabella has any fortune at all: but that will not signify in your family. Your father is so very liberal! He told me the other day that he only valued money as it allowed him to promote the happiness of his children.” The brother and sister looked at each other.

Now the reason that Isabella Thorpe would lose in a battle to the death against Lucy Steele and Lady Susan is that she didn't keep her first man secure until she had the next engagement entirely locked down. Rookie movie Izzy! I have too good an opinion of Miss Thorpe’s prudence to suppose that she would part with one gentleman before the other was secured. Isabella just could not manage two men at once.

I love this interaction:

This line from Catherine too, "I never was so deceived in anyone’s character in my life before.” and Henry's response: “Among all the great variety that you have known and studied.” has so much in common with this interaction in Pride & Prejudice:

“But perhaps,” observed Catherine, “though she has behaved so ill by our family, she may behave better by yours. Now she has really got the man she likes, she may be constant.” “Indeed I am afraid she will,” replied Henry; “I am afraid she will be very constant, unless a baronet should come in her way; that is Frederick’s only chance. I will get the Bath paper, and look over the arrivals.”

“I did not know before,” continued Bingley, immediately, “that you were a studier of character. It must be an amusing study.” “Yes; but intricate characters are the most amusing. They have at least that advantage.” “The country,” said Darcy, “can in general supply but few subjects for such a study. In a country neighbourhood you move in a very confined and unvarying society.” “But people themselves alter so much, that there is something new to be observed in them for ever.”

Henry also manages to tip us off about his intentions to marry Catherine right under Catherine's oblivious nose!

"Prepare for your sister-in-law, Eleanor, and such a sister-in-law as you must delight in! Open, candid, artless, guileless, with affections strong but simple, forming no pretensions, and knowing no disguise.”

“Such a sister-in-law, Henry, I should delight in,” said Eleanor with a smile.

Catherine also realizes that she feels much less sad about losing Isabella than she thought she would, which Henry tells her to think about. The falseness of Isabella's friendship is dawning on Catherine, perhaps now just unconsciously.

*Quote illuminating this point from Wives & Daughters by Elizabeth Gaskell, spoke by a character who would have been young during the Regency era: 'No, no, Cromer: bedrooms are for sleeping in, and sitting-rooms are for sitting in. Keep everything to its right purpose, and don't try and delude me into nonsense.' Why, my mother would have given us a fine scolding if she had ever caught us in our bedrooms in the daytime. We kept our out-door things in a closet downstairs; and there was a very tidy place for washing our hands, which is as much as one wants in the daytime.