#sorry if i don't post about it as i read it i might combust

[scrapimmortal]

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[lvlyghost]

I love your stories so much I can't 😫😍😍❤️

Could you maybe write a angst to fluff ghost x reader story where the reader gets injured badly while ghost is on her side the whole time in the hospital while she is unconscious and he's having breakdowns and anxiety and all really angsty stuff and when she wakes up she comforts him and all is fluffy and maybe a bit smutty 🤭

No More Stars Left to Count

PAIRINGS: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

SUMMARY: Few things made Simon break down. Almost losing his girl takes a toll on him.

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

TW: Smut! MDNI! Angst, hurt, comfort. Injuries. Panic attacks. Grammar mistakes just the usual... Do not read if you're under 18.

A/N: I'm actually quite happy with this one🥹🩷 Enjoy Anon! This is my first time posting smut and in another language so sorry in advance if there are mistakes! Corrections are appreciated ✨🐝

Masterlist✨

Simon's head rests on his left hand, his eyes bore into your fragile body. Several machines are attached to you, helping you breathe, pumping meds into your system. He doesn't deserve you by any means. He doesn't deserve your trust, your laughter, your body.

All he can think about— as his brown orbs can't find the strength to look away— is how miserably he had failed to protect his team. To protect you. It's been twelve days and you still don't show any signs of waking up; it wasn't abnormal for you to not wake up. The damage inflicted to your body had been great. Simon thought for a painful moment he had lost you for good. The woman he cared for. The woman he utterly loved.

He swallows hard.

There aren't many things that'd scare him. He's simply seen too much. But this? Was this truly his destiny? To lose everyone he loved? His family and now you?

He inhales sharply, his free hands traces your inert hand, tracing soft patterns on your pale skin littered with cuts and bruises. That very hand he adores to hold when you were together. He blinks, memories from your last night together flooding his brain as he sinks further down the chair, adjusting the hoodie over his head.

The night before leaving for the mission in Romania.

-

"No, wait look Simon! Give it to me!" You chuckle, under the covers, both of your bodies remain warm. It wasn't unusual that Simon couldn't sleep so he'd often come into your room and spend the night with you. "There." You pointed out. Your hand and his hand stretched out in front of you, slowly you touch his, spreading out your palms comparing hands. Your eyelashes flutter at the mere sight of his big calloused hand outsize yours, completely engulfing it. You splay out your fingers until they're intertwined.

His breath catches in his throat. He loved how small you were compared to him. He wanted to protect you from everything even from himself, but you had refused to leave him when he tried to push you away.

"Come here." He grabs your arm pining you down and under his gargantuan body. You squeal, laughing at the sudden change of position; Simon sets his body between your legs. Your arms rest on his sides, layers of muscle tensing under your touch. Tilting your head back, eyes meet the dark sky outside the window.

"Look at them." You mumble, Simon lays a kiss on your neck taking advantage. He loves the feeling of your steady pulse on his lips. "The stars are so bright tonight." He hums absentmindedly, hands coming to grip his blond locks.

There's a fire burning in your belly and the ache between your thighs when you feel the tent forming through his grey sweatpants.

"Need you, love." He grumbles. His hands undress your bottom half making you gasp.

"Simon..." soft pink lips kiss your body. Your chest, your stomach... until he's lost between your legs. Mouth lapping at your wetness. You squirm under his touch, it's intoxicating. It feels like you might combust. The fire running through your veins, the goosebumps on your sensitive flesh as you clench around nothing. Unable to resist it you grab him by the arms. "You know what I need." In the blink of an eye two bodies intertwined moving desperately chasing the sweetest end together. He murmurs soft encouraging words in your ear that sent shockwaves through your veins, Simon couldn't possibly be more deep inside you, hitting that sensitive spot that made you want to scream, nails digging on his back, surely leaving red marks that he would proudly show tomorrow.

The purple and orange that tinges the sky outside filters through the window, casting an ethereal display of colors around this room that hides away the few moments you get to spend with him as you finish together; feeling impossibly more in love with him.

"It's clearing already." You point out. Simon looks up from your eyes, albeit reluctant to miss the beautiful shade of your orbs. "No more stars left..."

He kisses your forehead, then bumps his nose against you before he finds your mouth.

"There'll be plenty more to count tomorrow, sweetheart. I promise."

But you're not counting them as he promised the night before. Instead he's shouting orders like an enraged man. Heart beating out of his chest, you were so close to the evac point with your squad. Five minutes ago he had squeezed your arm and kissed your temple before urging you to get in the land rover from the SAS. Only to watch it blow seconds later. His heart stopped and then the ringing in his eardrums.

It was an ambush.

And as the rest covered him he rushed to you.

The blood. Crimson blood all over the bodies. He knew what this meant.

"Sergeant!" He forces his body to move, dragging you by the straps of your combat vest to take cover behind one of the vehicles. He knows he shouldn't be moving you like that, but right now he can't think of anything else than getting you out of there... "Bloody fucking hell!" He roars.

What was that feeling, like his soul was being ripped apart...?

-

Releasing a shaky breath, Simon squeezes your hand once again careful not to hurt you. The IV in your hand too foreign. It's too much. The sight, the memories of the vehicle flying through the sky...

The pit in his stomach grows, a wave of nausea and uneasiness hitting him all of the sudden. Simon stands on wobbly legs, taking one last glance at you he steps out the ICU. Crouching down he yanks the balaclava from his face. Why was his chest so tight, and his vision filled with blackness? The incessant ring on his ears is real. Fucking real. It was supposed to be a nightmare... this thing pulling him down.

"Come back to me baby." He pleads in a hushed tone although he knows you can't hear him. Simon lifts his hands to find support on the wall in front of him. He breathes as much air as he can through his nose, tries to blink away the black dots.

"Lieutenant Riley?" A feminine voice wafts through the empty hallway reaching him. He holds out a shaky finger without even looking at her.

"Leave..." he warns.

"Sir? I...-" the nurse hesitates.

"Now!" He barks.

She scurries away but not before calling the doctors and the Captain to the med wing.

Simon stays there until his ragged breathing evens, he then goes back to your room, deep down he hopes—prays— that your eyes will open when you hear him. But you don't. He sits again on the couch where he's tried to sleep, tossing the mask away from him. His throat bobs, what's happening to him? It burns. The door creaks open revealing a concerned John who looks at him in disapproval.

"This isn't going to help anyone Simon." He scolds him.

"What do you want Price?"

"You need to sleep. And for... just for the love of God eat something son."

"Not until I know she'll be fine."

Price sighs closing the door behind him.

"She wouldn't want this." Even then, Price doesn't want to look at you. This had taken a toll on everyone. But Simon wasn't handling it well. Rubbing his eyes he scoffs. "Come on go get some rest I can stay."

"No." Both men stare at each other not wanting to back down. "I'm on leave you don't get to tell me what to do Price."

John crosses his arm.

"I'm worried Simon. I want her to be okay too. We all do."

Simon's jaw clenched, hands balling into fists. They don't really know. They don't know, can't comprehend the extent of his love for you.

"What if this was your girl? Would you leave her fucking side hm?"

A tense pause electrifies the air as the two glare at each other, oblivious to the other person whose eyes are tearing.

The beeping sound increases as your heart rate goes up. Two pair of eyes snap to the sound. Your hand tries to snatch the oxygen from your face, but Simon darts out with dread plastered all over his features. You faintly hear John calling the doctors.

"Easy, love. Easy..." he soothes you. Stopping your hands from moving. Your body is in too much pain, tears slip down your cheeks, once again Simon grits his teeth. If he could he'd take it all away. "Don't force yourself you're..." he trails off. "You're hurt."

It feels like you're body is being torn apart. The drugs are slowly leaving your system.

"What happened?" your croak out, throat dry and inflamed. He sits bringing the glass of water to your lips not before removing for a brief moment the oxygen mask. You take a small sip and thank him with a weak smile.

"Ambush." He explains. Hating that he can see the images all over again in the back of his mind. "Thought I lost you."

More tears well in your eyes, as weak as you feel you reach out your hands tracing his jawline and cheekbone. He closes his eyes, and finally breathes again, with you touching him he feels alive again. He wants nothing more than to go home with you.

"How many nights..."

"Twelve..."

The doctors rush in but before they drag him away you say:

"That's a lot of counting we've missed."

A press of his lips on your forehead, a silent promise to never let anything happen to you ever again. Even if it mean giving his own life for yours. He would do it any day. Better him than you.

"We've got the rest of our lives, love."

[doctorweebmd]

I never knew what to say about zsg because, well, there are a lot of aspects about it that don't align with my usual taste, despite its objective high quality. I mean, I'm a sfw fan 😂 That said, I'm always in awe that with your busy job, you continue to feed us so well. I'm busy too and only going yo get busier, so it's an inspiration, as longfics are what I prefer to write as well (though it doesn't come nearly as naturally, lol). And, you're right, zsg deserves to hear the love and admiration I have for it, so here goes.

To start with, the fic definitely has residence in my head, despite reading it nearly a year ago. There are scenes I still think about. I was talking about then with a friend just a week ago. Since I don't have time to read fic these days (cries), the most I can do is go back to old fics and reread my favorite scenes, and I do that with zsg, because there are such high quality, top tier moments. The "you're looking at me" "I never stopped" ??? That might be the pinnacle bkdk. I can't believe I've never seen that before in a bkdk fic? Or if it was there, it didn't hit as hard.

I know you're not so into the falling action part of a fic, but I loved the last bits with bkdk. When Baku realizes Deku's staying? Those moments they have of figuring things out are so good. And the provisional exam being inspired by Kamino was great. Really clever and a nice homage. And, of course, very nice that Deku could be a hero again.

Also, the Shinsou content is perf. I always love a side character having a big part in a ship fic and that shinbaku relationship is exactly why. (Similarly, I loved All Might and Aizawa helping Baku out.) That flashback scene where Deku calls Baku Kacchan? So good. And so smart as a flashback, because it would have been too much in the actual timeline, but where you fit it in the plot was really really clever. I also generally love a flashback--unpopular opinion, but I do.

Those were some of my biggest highlights! I hope my little disclaimer at the top isn't totally assholish 💀 I think you're just great and really admire your openness and the things you try to tackle in fics and your incredible output. I hope you're doing well <3

ahhh Anjum thank you so much for sending this!!! AHHH i'm sorry i complain on here so often i was so embarrassed i deleted the post lmao

gosh yeah especially when you read sfw stuff in general! i have this habit of writing REALLY detailed and explicit sex scenes 😳 what made you read it, in that case? (obviously you dont have to answer!)

god. every time i think about their devotion to one another i want to combust into flames. think for much LESS we had to work with when we were writing a few years ago?! the way horikoshi has developed katsuki into this passionate, level-headed, absolutely hopelessly committed to Izuku - literally never saw it coming. these two deserve peace in the end. they deserve to live a life on their own terms. they just DESERVE TO BE HAPPYYYY

urgh its Izuku's DREAM and of course horikoshi is setting him up to lose one for all, i think thats been his intention from the beginning, but his life is only starting!!! he's only 15!!! you're telling me he's going to risk his life and lose the only thing he's ever wanted?! i wonder if horikoshi used all might in his big-old mecha suit as a hint that deku would still be a hero, just using assist devices. at least i hope. this kid deserves a chance. (i dont know if you're caught up on the manga?? i'm kind of ranting lol)

adjfakldjflk;asjdlfjasdfj ANYWAY WHEN I TELL YOU THIS MADE MY DAYYYYYY adsjfaldjfkl argh you just made me so happy especially because its been a long time and i forget parts about it but TO HEAR THAT EVEN THE PARTS THAT FELT LIKE A STRUGGLE WERE STILL ENJOYABLE?! urgh i appreciate you so much thank you for taking time out of your day to reassure a complainy weirdo like me

[boba-beom]

Idk though, that is if she answers cause she haven't yet updated until now, and wherever you find a ( white ) anon yapping about cockwarming with jjun, that's me hehe. And thank you so much smiles, for looking upto me, I appreciate that a lot <3

And you know what else? Im a dom!txt truther but yeah sometimes sub!txt is fun to yap about ( I mean write ), of course dom!jjun is my forever Roman empire, the one who is both mean and soft, flirty and filthy, and fucks hard and takes care after softly, cuddling you ever so sweetly. Following the 'you know I love you so much but I will fuck you like I don't' agenda, yeah that jjun is someone I so go feral for.

How was your day by the way?

-🎐

SMILES!! MY LAST ASK ABOUT DOM GYU ( x reader ) AND SUB JJUN ( x reader ), delete that 🥲 cause in a way its giving member × member cause I don't wanna talk or write about it, I meant it platonically, imagining reader in their places but it might still cause a misunderstanding, and I don't want it. I'm sorry😭 -🎐

I will try to a keep a lookout but I still manage to miss my moots' posts T^T and if I refresh the dash sometimes it shows me stuff posted from a few days ago so I'm super lateeee seeing these things!

ahh yes I get youu, dom!jjun is always a given and always so good to read, but something about reading them as subs has my mind combusting 😵‍💫

my day's been okay! had a rough start but was slowly getting bearable. had visitors over and played with a toddler :') he just turned one and is still getting used to walking, but he's got the cutest laugh it makes me cry omg also reminded me of soobin's instagram post with his nephew T^T I thought it was the cutest thingg!

it's so bad because my baby fever has been spiking up a lot, but I'm okay because I don't even have a man yet so I'm safe 💪🏼🥹 how was your day?

ALSO, it's okay! I edited it and clarified it wasn't mxm to anyone else reading, but I knew what you meant!

[intertexts-moving]

ROSWEEEELLLLLL. ur p5 posting has captured me finally. ugh. i dont think i will play it myself (<< guy who is going thru a transitional period (AGAIN 🙄) and does not have time 2 get fully fully invested in a game) BUT. IM LIKE 80% SURE one of the streamers i watch has done a p5 playthrough. do u think this is worth it or is p5 the kind of game u have to play urself to fully experience..... gove me ur propaganda pitch i love ur taste in media and u have become the p5 guy 2 me

HIIII MAC BOUNCING AROUND AT U. holy shit im the p5 guy now.. this is also so exciting i would combust if u also got into it.

ok ok ok. i personally am a Terrible person to ask that bc i don't like rpgs at all unless im actively playing them (immersion thing feeling of agency within the game thing sorry ive been reading a bunch of game theory lately) BUT. p5 is very much a narrative-driven rpg, not one where like. actively participating in game mechanics & such is very important. i think that like. personally, controlling the protagonist-- deciding where to go on the subway, who to hang out with, what to say in conversations-- adds another layer of emotional interest but i don't think its Absolutely Necessary by any means!!! (it might b harder to get into just watching it though -- it was easy for me to get, like, 40 hours in so far bc i got immersed in it, u might prefer putting a letsplay on in the background during another task) i think i described it once as like. something like an interactive anime series/a game for if always really really wanted to go through the screen into cartoon or show worlds.

& i think it is DEFINITELY worth it to experience in any way!!!!! it's a really good game with a really fun & exciting & emotionally compelling narrative!!! there r so many really good characters!!!! i think ive said before but it draws on that very very powerful story hook: hey, remember when you were in high school & almost every authority figure in your life was a piece of shit & everyone hated u & u wished u could do literally anything about it? well what if u COULD. & does it really well imo-- all the main characters are mostly. teens in varying degree of stupid or smart & r really well written as such, with real consequences & weight to their actions. (also i think there r some characters u would LOVE.)also it makes my brain feel like pop rocks in a way nothing since snowchester has!!!!!!!!

[crystalsenergy]

Hello! I hope you’re having an incredible day! Your posts are so beautiful and have taught me so much! I know this sound really silly, but I’ve felt really insecure because I have sun combust venus. I’ve felt so awful because I feel like since I have this I’m not attractive. Is there any hope with having this placement? Sorry if this sounds really dumb, I apologize!

hello!! how are you? i hope you're fine and having an incredible day too. ✨💖

firstly, don't feel silly for sharing this, it's okay to talk about your insecurities, in fact it's important to do so. so don't worry, it didn't sound ugly or stupid ^ ^

about your question, of course there is hope!

Combust Venus...

...represents the importance of self-love, of developing a healthier view of what it is to love and be loved, and a more harmonious view of yourself. how to do this? considering that Combust Venus affects the area of relationships and exchanges, as well as the feeling of beauty and of being attractive or not, what i suggest is to start the cure of this by looking less at the outside world, and more at the inside. have you ever thought about healing from the inside? i know it may not be easy. try to spend time alone; seek ways to connect more with yourself, and less with some external expectation. it is extremely possible to change some major parts that affect you, even because the natal chart is nothing more than a reflection of who we are. if we want to change something, even if it requires time and effort, it is fully possible to work on that change!

tips for dealing with Combust Venus:

work on your individuality/essence

(Sun) so that Venusian matters flow in another way. reflect on: what parts of you (Sun) might be hidden because you chose to please others? do you tend to neglect your inner healthiest needs? do you seek relationships at all costs and forget to develop yourself? Is your vision of beauty mainly based on beauty standards?;

work on the evolution of some points involving your Sun - sign and house, so that you achieve an improvement in the way you deal with your self-esteem and self-worth; love life; money; relationships and how you deal with your own earthly pleasures.

pay attention to low self-esteem behavior trends (neglecting your needs, letting people who hurt you continue in your life, for not seeing your worth). if you have difficulties with certain self-esteem issues, a person who doesn't help you won't do you any good. it will only get worse. low self-esteem directly affects our way of relating, as it has a lot to do with what we believe we deserve in terms of love, help, support, appreciation.

i suggest reading this.

hope it was helpful! ^^

[liauditore]

ok so first of all I'm not sure about the others but I do know that Grian and Scott play/played league in the past and not to make the league main headcanon post into RPF but I'm willing to accept what both of those guys actually played as canon. it just makes sense idk.

afaik grian seems to rotate through a few champions and seems to like trying new stuff for awhile before moving on. lillia makes enough sense i think as would any other jungler that's just rlly pokey and annoying but he also played ziggs for awhile and ziggs is so perfect for grian in my mind (small fucking animal with dynamite look out!!). so yeah ziggs or pretty much any rlly annoying champ with damage + utility. I can also see him being into AD Lulu.

Scott was a lux player and that just makes too much sense for me to suggest anything else. Makes me mad because lux was my most played champ for a long time but yeah whatever my lux could eat his so I'm not mad. he also mentioned KDA on twitter once which is enough for me to gather that he's aware of seraphine and ahri's existences and just doesn't play them or is scared because they're supposed to be higher difficulty (they're not) but I reckon he'd like them too. He has an evelynn icon which is rlly funny to me but I don't think he'd enjoy evelynn. Scott reads to me as the type of person who needs to be useful in the game no matter what happens while also having the potential to main character himself so yeah very lux player of him.

Other than those two the only one I've seen acknowledge league is jimmy on an olddd old insta post and I couldn't tell who he was playing so. I think if I had to take a shot in the dark Jimmy seems like the type who would pick Garen because oughhh guy with Big Sword!! But he's also extremely botlane coded to me. I think he'd adc for scott's lux with some basic ass champ like ezreal or something and scott would take all his gold cus he doesn't trust jimmy to scale. In terms of ADCs I think he'd eventually main he strikes me as a right click spamming jinx or twitch. I think he wouldn't be a fan of playing support but tbh it's the role I see him excelling in the hardest, especially if paired with a good ADC. If he does eventually try out support he'd be a really awesome nami idk i just feel it.

Everything after this point I've thought about alot less because I've never seen them mention league so:

Scar would never settle on a main. He likes to play ARAM but the one time he goes into draft pick he's like. that one screenshot of the nasus going "how do i play" and then immediately killing the entire enemy team. I honestly don't think he'd ever learn the names of the champs he would just play whatever looked the coolest on the select screen. However I do think playing bard would suit his energy spectacularly he'd accidentally portal himself into the enemy fountain and somehow come out of it with a pentakill.

Pearl seems like a tristana to me. She'd find the yordles charming I think and trist seems like a good fit for her. But she'd play trist mid cus she's quirky like that. she MIGHT get into smolder if she's brave enough.

Gem I'm sorry for because this seems like the hurr durr deer girl get deer girl champ pick but she really does seem like a lillia player to me. That or some really fucking annoying shit like fizz or gnar. She's very much the type to enjoy getting people mad I think.

Tango plays heimerdinger that just makes sense.

Skizz is very much an unga bunga oldschool doesnt-like-fancy-mechanics type of guy to me I could totally see him being a garen main.

My Ren pick might be controversial but idk ren has support energy to me. Keeps people together and wants to protect his friends. I can see him playing Braum or Thresh. Alternatively he plays miss fortune cus shes hot. ALTERNATIVELY he plays yuumi but only when false is in te same game.

I don't think Mumbo is built for league of legends I'll be honest I think he'd just combust on the spot. He would get way too caught up on his technical knowledge and skills and just cry himself to sleep when he misses a skill shot. That being said he strikes me as someone attracted to highly mechanical champs so I could see him liking orianna or aphelios or azir.

Lizzie is interesting cus I don't think it'd be wrong to pin her as a support but at the same time I think she has a complex about her usefulness and wants to be intimidating at times. what im trying to say is yes she'd play the egirl champs like yuumi BUT ONLY with fuckass off meta builds like AD yuumi, AD lulu, AP nami etc. she might also like some high damage mages with cute designs like vex or zoe or even annie.

Joel would play some shit like cho'gath because it's a massive monster. he'd be better off on smolder or something he'd excel at ADC but he wants to be a massive fuck off dragon thing. However he wouldn't play asol I think their egos would clash and the computer would shut itself off.

Martyn plays yasuo.

Impulse strikes me as the type where you Think he's a nice tanky support/top laner who wants to help his team but no he's got the biggest case of main character syndrome in the game he's just quiet so no one notices. Like a nasus or ornn or I could actually see nautilus as well.

Etho would acclimate to the meta I think but only in the sense of playing a very obscure underused champ with a very specific build. Like AP twitch (while it was viable) type of guy. If he was toxic he'd have a lot of fun on AP blitzcrank I'd think. I swear this isn't the ninja thing but I think if anyone's gonna play an assassin it'd be etho. He would have the time of his life on a fed kha'zix.

Cleo's tough cus I do think she'd like tanks but at the same time she wouldn't want to top lane (it's too lonely) but she'd also not want to bot lane (has to babysit her ADC). I think if she watched arcane she might try out Caitlyn but otherwise she'd play one of those really "idgaf about my adc" sups like rell. I think she'd like renata but she'd be bad at her.

I have this very specific vision of Bigb playing shaco like once and having the time of his life and then getting hit with the post-shaco-clarity (conscience returning to his body) and uninstalling the game. Otherwise he'd play like. brand support or something and piss cleo off. (not on purpose he just likes brand support)

and finally my beautiful boy bdubs could never touch league of legends without being egged on by other people. I think he'd be fine if he was playing alone but playing with friends he'd get loud and break his keyboard. He'd love playing kled because they're pretty much the same guy but he also strikes me as the type who likes to build full movement speed and just run really fast. he wouldn't be good at warwick but he'd find full ms ww entertaining. Gameplay-wise I think he might actually really like briar but he'd be put off by her design I'd think. He will also find excuses to play egirl champs like EUGH FINEEE I GUESS WE NEED A HEALER *instalocks sona* and etho would be like b-but b-b-bdubs we you're not the su-sup-- and bdubs would be like SHSHSHHHH WHO IS IN CHARGE OF YOUR LIFE NOW WISEGUY.

what character do you think each life series member would play in league of legends or what role?

jesus christ in heaven reserve a seat in hell for this anon specifically

[universitypenguin]

Restitution - Chapter Seven

Author's Note: Hello everyone. I'm sorry for my absence. I've had some recent interactions that have made me consider if I would continue to post fanfiction on Tumblr. A couple minors followed me and I had to take a step back and consider what appropriate action looked like. Some of you were unfairly blocked and have since been unblocked and refollowed. I apologize to those users. You can read the full detail of my blocking spree here.

To answer your burning question:

Yes, I'll continue to write on Tumblr. No, there won't be another blocking spree. I will block those who I can tell are minors, but I can't police every interaction that occurs on my blog. I don't have the time or energy. Going forward I'll only interact with those who I know are over 18. My tag list is going to be reviewed but I haven't gotten around to it yet, so I'm leaving it off for now. Tomorrow I'll review it. If you're on my tag list and don't have an age listed or haven't messaged me already to say you're not a minor, please contact me or list your age. I'm going to tag you all in a post tomorrow and make sure everyone understands what's going on.

Word Count: 2,832

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, sexual content, NSFW, 18+, minors do not interact. (Note: This chapter does not contain smut but as part of a work of erotic fanfiction, it's tagged as smut.)

Prior chapters: My masterlist

Chapter Seven

“My father was a fourth generation gangster. He was in the Irish mafia. When he died, his title fell to me.”

Andy watched you closely, gauging your reaction. You kept your face smooth and waited for the rest. He licked his lips and then continued.

“He was always an upper ranking member, but after the war for territory killed his brother, he became the boss. He led the gang for twenty years. The three of us boys all wanted out. But it was easier said than done. In the end, I couldn’t escape. Before I left you, a Mexican gang who’d been moving up the coast claiming territory showed up. They murdered my father. Right after his death, his right-hand man came to see me. He said if I didn’t take over, they’d kill me, my mother, and my brothers. I knew he was right. My legacy claim was the only thing that kept our side from internal combustion.”

A chill washed over you at the idea. Steve and Ari had endeared themselves to you. Even as anger stirred in your chest at Andy’s lies, you could appreciate his desire to protect them. The amount of money they’d paid for the painting made sense now, with the context of their underworld ties. Fifty-five million in cash spelled out organized crime in bright red letters.

Andy Barber was a mafia boss. It was perfectly clear, the reality of it staring you straight in the eye. But the unexpectedness of it all was a difficult thing to wrap your head around.

“I’d always imagined you’d run off to be a district attorney in New York or something.”

His mouth twitched. “My plans to go straight were incredibly romanticized. I wanted to roll as far away from the tree I’d fallen from as I could. At least I had those seven years out from under his thumb. The last few I spent with you were the best of my life.”

“What about the others? Steve and Ari? You’re the middle child. Why wouldn’t Steve have taken over?”

“He was born sick and my father hated him for it. They sent Steve to live with an aunt in Brooklyn when he was a year old. We saw each other because of my mother, but my father pretended he didn’t exist. At home, we all did. When he decided something, none of us talked back.”

“I’m sorry. That’s awful. He’s not sick now, right?”

Andy snorted. “He’s the picture of health. The military did experiments on him. They turned him into a beast. He grew ten inches and can outpace a cheetah. I’d hoped when I walked out on my father he might set his sights on Steve as the heir. Selfish, I know. But he never spoke about his oldest child. To him, Steve was dead.”

“But he let you take off for college?”

“He didn’t stop me. He just kept close tabs. Eventually, my little walkabout would have ended. I was too young and stupid to see it, but there was never a way out for me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Denial. I thought I’d left it all behind, but it was looming over me the whole time. The Mexican gang shot him outside of his restaurant. It was one of his money laundering spots that also did brisk business. There were a ton of witnesses and the attack was brutal. When it came down to it, I went back into the mafia life to protect my family. Steve was back from Afghanistan on Liberty. Ari was arriving that same night after a backpacking trip around Europe.”

“Were they in danger?”

“Yes. I took care of things. When I told you I’d been over at Ben’s studying? That was a lie. I met with Steve, got Ari to a safe house, and we agreed. We were in it together and it worked out. The Mexicans left after three months.”

“So we broke up a few days after this war started?”

Andy nodded. “The Mexicans had little information on me. They were at the airport when Steve and I went to get Ari, but we got past them. After they went to ground and started planning, I realized they didn’t know about my new life. So I broke it off and told you to stay away. If I hadn’t they would have come for you and I could barely protect my family. Plus, exposing you to what I grew up in….the idea turned my stomach, duchess.”

“Why didn’t you contact me after it was over? I was still in the apartment. I kept hoping you’d come back.”

“I wanted to. But I was surrounded by bodyguards and they’re more loyal to their clan than to me. Taking over during a war kept us united, but afterwards, I had to prove myself. Steve took up enforcement and Ari started the poker games. The money was good, even better than what they’d made under my father’s rule. The mafia was happy, so they kept us.”

“Feeding the piranhas?” you asked, smiling a little.

“That’s not a bad metaphor. That first few months, I was paranoid. I was in my twenties trying not to get shredded. You know, it’s the only time I’ve been grateful to my father. He prepared me for the job.”

You found you were grateful, too. Because a world without Andy would be a dark and lonely place. Having experienced it, you knew how it felt. At the very least, you’d held on to the fact that maybe he was happy. Anguish aside, your heart was his. Even when you hated him, at the core of your being, you hoped he’d found happiness somewhere in the world.

“Now you know the truth. I broke up with you so you’d be safe. I stayed away for the same reason. I lied to you and I hurt you, but if I had to do it again? I would. You’re still breathing, and no matter the cost, I’d pay it ten times over to keep you that way.”

Your lip curled in outrage. He had lied. A valid lie, spoken with good intentions. But nonetheless, it had been a lie. What stuck in your throat was that you’d never suspected any of this. Andy had been sweet and warm. He’d given you flowers on your first date. He’d stayed on campus late to walk you home every night when you’d lived in the dorms.

“Duchess? Please say something?”

You saw the pain on his face and your hand twitched. There was a powerful urge to reach out to him, but you shoved it down.

“Did you finish your law degree?”

“No, but I passed the bar exam.”

Numb with surprise, you nodded, trying to reorient your world view. Andy wasn’t the man you’d thought him to be. The whole situation tonight had been a massive web of lies, just as your life with him during college had been. Was he the architect of this conspiracy, too?

“Who’s idea was tonight? Why did your brothers proposition Jackson and then come to my office?”

“Ari noticed you. He knew you were with Jackson, and he wanted to seduce you away from him. Unfortunately, Steve had designs on you, too. His plan was to ask you on a date. When they realized they were after the same woman, fists flew. I broke it up and while the matter was being settled, your name came up. Imagine my surprise.”

“Do they know about us? What have you told them?”

Andy frowned. “I mentioned we dated in college. Nothing else. Ari went off from there, spinning a yarn about how none of us had to lose. He assumed the best about our history and I didn’t correct him. Steve agreed to turn on Jackson and try to lure you in, even though he hated the false pretenses. And I kept my mouth shut because they’d planned out a chance for me to see you again without attracting unwelcome attention from our men.”

You pressed your palm to your temple, pain bursting across your mind as you tried to sort through the rush of information. Your emotions were a wild churn. Questions needed to be asked, but you weren’t sure where to start.

Andy Barber was the leader of the Irish Mafia. He’d never finished law school.

“Do you still swim?”

“What?” His brow furrowed.

“Did you like swimming or was that part of your act?”

“I’ve always…” he cut off and took a deep breath. “Fuck. I’m not a total phony.”

“How would I know? I seem to have a gift for attracting them.”

Andy’s face clouded with confusion. Then rage twisted his features. He leaned back, shoulders moving as realization set in.

“Did you just compare me to Jackson?”

“You lied, he lied. I bought the lies. The similarities are endless when you think about it.”

Nostrils flared, a tell you still recognized, announced that your comment truly enraged him.

“Duchess, I’d never hurt you…”

“A minute ago, you said you’d hurt me ten times over if it kept me alive. So there’s another lie on your scorecard.”

“Fuck, baby, give me something to work with here. Jackson financially abused you. He conned you and stole your identity.”

“You stole my heart and lied to me about who you were. I loved you. Losing you like that broke me, Andy. You did that. My bank balance will recover a lot faster than my heart did.”

He jerked as if you’d slapped him. Then his spine slumped, and he curved in on himself. Your heart ached. The instinct to comfort him surged. You fought it off.

“When Ari told me what he’d done, I wanted to help you.”

“What happened to me is none of your business!”

Andy winced.

“I want it to be. I want to protect you. It kills me that he preyed on you, used you, hurt you.”

“You cut me off. That was your decision, not mine. You lied to me and used me as cover.”

“I never used you. Duchess, our relationship was the most authentic thing I’ve ever had.”

You shook your head, refusing to believe him. Andy persisted.

“That was the only time I’ve been free. It wasn’t real freedom, but I didn’t know that. I wanted a life with you. I believed I could have it and I thought I’d left my past behind. You’re pissed I never told you where I came from, but I was ashamed. I’m ashamed of who my father was and what he did.”

Your eyes caught his, and the emotion within them made your heart stutter. Love and misery brimmed out of him, calling to you. You held your breath and stiffened as fear kicked in. He’d ripped you apart. A second round with Andy Barber would shatter what was left of your psyche.

Andy sighed. “Now I get to be ashamed of the man I’ve become. And that has more to do with what happened between us than any of the crimes I’ve committed.”

Breathing was difficult. Thinking was more difficult. Your fight-or-flight instincts were kicking on. Andy was a threat to your wellbeing. It was a terrible dilemma that you wanted to throw yourself into his arms and tell him you’d always loved him and always would. The urge to run warred with an aching desire to stay.

“Why did you want to get me alone, Andy? Did you just want to come clean or do you have something more to say? Because if not I want to go home.”

“I want you. I have no right to ask, but I’m doing it anyway. There are no more lies between us and you know who I am. When we were together, I wasn’t honest with you. If you’ll have me, I want to spend the rest of my life proving how sincere I am about loving you.”

His eyes glinted with moisture. You were frozen, heartbeat thumping.

“You’re saying this isn’t just one night?”

“I’m saying I’m yours. And I’m asking if you’ll have me.”

“Steve and Ari? Where do they fit into this?”

Andy shrugged. “I’ll let them make their own passes at you. For now, I’m throwing myself at your mercy. You don’t have to say anything right now. I’d prefer you think things over. Weigh the odds, duchess. Don’t reject me out of hand, please. I’m begging. I want a second chance.”

“Andy, I don’t know…”

He shifted closer, and suddenly you were in his arms. He snagged you against his chest. At the familiar embrace, you crumpled. He was warm and smelled of the same cologne he’d worn before. Andy groaned. His lips brushed your ear.

“Please, let me back in. I need you, more than I ever have. I want something good in my life. We can make it work. I need you, duchess. Please.”

His voice was aching. Again, you wanted to comfort him. But your head was still spinning. The lies you’d never suspected him of burned your ego and bruised your trust. He’d tied up loose ends, but the explanations didn’t sit easily on your conscience.

He’d had limited options, but the lies had been of his own making. Your belief in him was rattled. Worse, between his lies and Jackson’s, your belief in yourself was broken. If you’d been asked this morning if your college sweetheart could’ve become a ruthless mobster, you’d have laughed. That’s crazy. Andy had planned to become a prosecutor. He was a world away from living the future you’d imagined for him.

Your head snapped up at the sound of the door opening. Ari stepped into the room. He flashed a grin at the sight of you in Andy’s arms.

“This is cute. Did you love birds talk it out?”

When he looked closer at you, his smirk dropped.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?”

Maybe you’d read Andy and Jackson wrong, but Ari was living up to expectations.

“She’s fine,” Andy said.

“I wasn’t talking to you. Sweetheart, why don’t you let my brother and I step outside so he can tell me why he made you cry?”

You wiped the wetness away with the back of your hand. “He lied to me. He broke up with me without a hint of warning after we’d been together for three years. After we’d lived together for two years. I showed up to find him moving out, and he dropped the bomb on me. No explanation, just a clean break. He loved me, but he had to go. Then he dropped off the face of the earth.”

Andy’s face blanched of color, but you had one last detail he didn’t know about your breakup.

“It was an enormous shock, given that I’d found a ring in his sock drawer a week before.”

Ari hissed. Andy swore.

The tanned man was glaring daggers at his brother.

“You didn’t tell us.” Ari clenched his jaw and turned to you. “I swear we didn’t know. Steve and I thought you’d casually dated.”

“I told her,” Andy said.

“You friggin’ asshole, you’ve made us look like psychopaths. Honey -”

“It’s okay. Believe me, I know how convincing he can be.”

Andy’s eyes dimmed at your harsh words. Guilt tugged at your heartstrings, but the pain in your chest was stronger.

“Okay, that’s it. We’re calling it a night. I’m throwing Jackson out on the street. Andy, you can take him home. While you’re at it, find somewhere else to sleep tonight. She and I will take your bed.”

“Fuck you, Ari. I was explaining-”

“Do you want him here?” Ari asked you.

You sighed and laid your hand on Andy’s jaw, feeling his soft beard. A surge of love made your heart go mushy when he shut his eyes and leaned into your touch.

“I’m tired, okay. Can we talk later?”

He looked hopeful. “Anytime you want.”

“In the morning.”

“Sure, great, talk in the morning. Now get the fuck out and take her ex-boyfriend with you,” Ari said.

“You broke up with him?” Andy asked.

“No.”

“She’s going to,” Ari said.

He stalked to the bed and jerked off his shirt, tossing it on the floor. Then he undid his jeans. Andy scowled.

“This is my bedroom.”

“Tonight it’s hers and you’re not fucking welcome. Get out. If you come back before she wants to see you, you’re going to die.”

Andy curled his arm around you, leaning in. His lips were coming closer. You held perfectly still, excited but afraid. He could realize the power he held over you if you weren’t careful. But a part of you wanted to throw caution to the wind and give in.

Ari grabbed him by the arm and yanked Andy away. He let his brother drag him to the door, looking at you regretfully.

“Sorry, Duchess. Have Ari text me tomorrow when you want to see me.”

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Next Part: Chapter Eight

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Tag List: Under review due to minors following me. Now that I'm aware of this problem, I'm reconstructing my tag list. I'll work on it tomorrow and reblog with tags.

[harrysgloves]

Three to tango

story summary: You, Harry, and Florence have a good time in your makeup trailer.

warnings: Language // THIS IS P*RN WITH LIKE ZERO PLOT // Threesome // w|w // spitting // oral (female receiving) // i have no idea what a production company is so don't come for me.

a/n: Brushing off the metaphorical cobwebs and finally getting back into writing! Woo-hoo! Ending could have been better but... meh. Also, I'm posting from mobile. If it looks weird, blame Tumblr ✌😍

REQUESTED: by @iwannaholdyoutight- and @hazgoldenstyles

And also by all these people... sorry it took so long.. 😁

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"Stop movin'." You grumbled for the millionth time that morning. Your focus on covering up all these damn tattoos that you loved had become one of the worst things you had to do almost every morning.

"It tickles." He whined as the makeup brush ran over the inside of his arm. He instantly flinched away from the brush the moment it glided against a particularly sensitive spot.

"Harry!" You groaned, your eyes closed in frustration when he shot you the most adorable puppy eyes.

"'M sorry, kitten." He cooed, his lower lip pouted out when you sighed loudly, grabby hands tried to enclose around your waist before you smacked them away.

"H, I gotta get this done or you're gonna miss set time." 

"Wanna kiss." Those big green eyes flashed up to you from his spot in your makeup chair and you knew there was no way you could say no.

"One kiss." You clarified, knowing damn well he'd use kissing you as a distraction from being tickled again. 

He nodded eagerly before leaning slightly up to your level. Your eyes narrowed, still not sure you could trust that he wasn't going to divert your attention but his lips. 

God, his fucking lips.

They looked so memorizing. The light sheen of chapstick he'd applied earlier was still lingering across the plush pink cushions. His tongue wetting them, taunting you to come closer, and it worked.

You were so naive to think he wouldn't do this.

You squeaked as his hands gripped the fleshy curve of your hips. His lips twitched up into a smile against your own when he pulled you forward onto his lap as quickly as he could. 

You knew you should have tried to protest a bit more. You should have attempted to keep him on track but when his thigh pressed against your clothed core, you knew you were done for. His tongue licked into your mouth as his hand got a firm grip on the round flesh of your ass.

"I see what you two do in here." That sweet voice floated through the thickening air in your makeup trailer as she opened the door. Your eyes lazily blinked open to see your smug boyfriend smile wide across his face. 

Whatever snarky come back that was sitting on the tip of your tongue was quickly choked down to the back of your throat when you looked up to see her wearing that. 

Who knew a robe could turn you on so much?

"Damn." Harry finally commented after your not so subtle shifting of your hips against his thigh. Now he completely understood why you'd suddenly gone silent. 

"Shut up." She mumbled under her breath. Her cheeks flamed red from your shameless stares. 

"You look great, baby." You smiled brightly, your hand extended out for her to take. "Mhm." Harry's quick agreement had both you and Flor rolling your eyes, but a small smile formed at the corner of her lips.

"Wait til you see what he's got to wear." She smiled brightly, her silky soft hand wrapped tightly in yours as she walked towards the both of you. 

"Better hurry up then," you practically jumped off Harry's lap, his lust filled eyes quickly turned fearfully as your eager hands reached for your set of brushes. "Hold him down for me."

"Gonna pay for this later, sweetheart." Harry grumbled as Florence's hand held down his arm. 

"Sort of counting on that, Harold. Now, be a good boy and hold still."

>>>

The rest of your day had been absolute torture. Your core ached, your underwear were beyond ruined, and you couldn't wait another minute for the both of them to finally be off set. 

Instead, the both of them casually took their time, leisurely hanging around to talk to other cast and crew while you were basically jumping out of your skin to get them back into the privacy of your trailer. 

After 30 minutes of them both shooting you sweet smiles and well disguised sultry eyes, you'd had enough. Your feet carried you as quickly across the lot to your haven, your fist clenched in your hand almost as tightly as your core.

You were dripping and the both of them knew you were having a hard time keeping your hands to yourself.

It started out innocent enough, Harry's tattoos needed to be touched-up about a million times with the edge of his suit rubbing away the makeup there. You had been practically drooling over the both of them all day but when he saw your legs tighten together, he could help but lay it on thick. His hand rested on the small of your back as he circled around you, nose pressed almost completely against your ear as he whispered a raspy thank you. 

Florence was just as bad and she wasn't ever the instigator out of the three of you. She couldn't help it when she heard a soft whimper leave your lips when she brushed a few hairs off your forehead when you were redoing her makeup after lunch. 

She smiled sweetly, too sweetly, before those plush lips pressed tightly against your own. Her hand laced around your jaw to pull you tighter into her kiss. 

She pulled away from you before you were even close to being done. "Only fair that I get to makeout with you in this chair if Harry gets to do it all the time." 

You felt like you could combust from how turned on you were and you were done waiting for them to do something about it.

You practically slammed the door to your trailer behind you, making sure to lock it before laying yourself out across your couch that sat in the corner of your room.

If they weren't going to do something about it, you would. Your hands fumbled around with the pesky pants that covered your legs, until you were finally free enough to touch where you needed.

The sigh of relief, shuddering feeling that ran through your body from the contact you were craving only lasted a moment before you heard a metal key fumbling around with the locks on your door. 

"Couldn't wait for us?" Harry chuckled, his keys to your trailer thrown on your table top.

"You two were taking forever!" You glared at him through your open legs. 

"Told you she couldn't wait any longer." Florence giggled as she pushed her way past Harry. Her hands on her hips but a smile danced on the corner of her lips.

"Are you two going to help me here or?" You were cocky, impatient, and your fingers weren't anywhere near as good as theirs was.

"Might just watch." Harry shrugged with a smug smile as he plopped down on the end of the couch. The furniture was barely big enough for the three of you to sit normally. His hands moved your legs to lay over top of his own. Your eyes could have shot daggers through him as he loosened his tie, his legs spread wide enough that your hand bumped his thigh with every slow circle around your clit.

"Baby." You whined, your pleading eyes flashing towards Flor. Who was already wearing nothing but a smile, her robe abandoned on the floor, and if you weren't so insanely turned on you would have turned to stick your tongue out to Harry. Gloating that at least one of them was nice enough to help you.

Having sex with them always seemed to be frenzied, blurs of quick paced moments that seemed to fly by.

Her thighs rested on either side of you as Harry peeled away the drenched lacy fabric between your legs. 

Her tongue dominating your own as she pulled down your top enough to free your breast. Her hands pinching and kneading across them as your back arched further off the couch.

You could hear Harry mumbling out a slur of curses, followed by the sound of his zipper. Your legs were bumped up and down in time with his strokes along his swollen cock.

"Soaking my leg, kitten." He groaned at the sight of your cunt soaking the thin material of his brown suit.

"Thought you were just gonna watch." Florence chuckled, her perfectly pouty lips swollen from how hard she'd been kissing you. The edges of them barely touching your own as she talked to Harry.

"Was gonna but she's so fuckin' wet, Flor." His voice was deeper than usual, gravelly, slow, "Bet I could jus'...." 

Your jaw fell open, your back arched off the couch when his fingers filled you. A wild moan ripped from your lungs when he curled them just right.

You could already feel the cord tightening in your lower stomach. You had been so wound up all day long from looking at them you were practically ready to snap within seconds. 

"Awe, poor thing's already about to cum." Florence cooed, her hand around the back of your neck, teasing your jaw with the edge of her nose. 

You always loved hated how well they could read you. How their teasing words made your face burn and your pussy flood with need. 

When she was harshly shifted down further into your chest, her own sweet sounding moan falling from her lips, you couldn't help your own snide remark, "who's the one going to cum too quickly now?"

She probably would have snapped right back at you but she couldn't utter out anything more than whimpers. You knew the feeling, Harry's tongue had a way of doing that, making you both shut up and he had proudly used it on more than one occasion to get you two to stop bickering about dumb stuff. 

Your hand laced through her blonde locks, her lips attached to your neck whenever she could control her mouth long enough to kiss your sweet spots. Your nipples peaked at the contact of her breast against your own, Harry's hand still pumped lazily against your sweet spot, his thumb running tight circles around your clit, and while it wasn't enough, you weren't complaining. You weren't ever sure how he managed to focus on eating one of you out while fingering the other when you knew damn well he was about to combust himself.

You knew she was close when her breathing became erratic, her chest heaving against yours. Her whole body shaking as her orgasm washed across her, her panting barely broke when you felt his warm tongue slipping through your folds.

You moaned at the feeling, your hips instantly shifted downwards, craving every bit of contact you could get from him. 

You could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers with every thick swipe of his tongue across your clit. Your eyes barely staying open when soft kisses were pressed lazily against your neck. 

Such a contrast to the harsh grasp of Harry's free hand digging into your one thigh. His gruts and groans were only muffled by the deafening sound of your soaking core.

Florence perked up her head from your chest, carefully turning herself completely around. Her legs on either side of your head as she draped herself across you to watch Harry at work.

Her sweet honey only inches from your face and fuck did you want a taste. You wet your lips, hands pushing her thighs down but she wouldn't budge.

Your huff of protest was quickly choked down when Harry's tongue ran tight circles around your clit.

"Gonna share?" That sweet voice asking that innocent question about broke you. Your walls clenched tightly trying to not get Harry to stop his fingers from slipping out of you, almost crying when they did anyway.

"Course, baby." 

You squeaked, your legs pushed backwards by your thighs, your body almost folded in half.

"Fuck, you got her soaking the couch." 

You were suddenly very appreciative about the fact neither one of them could see the embarrassment burning through your face. Your forehead pressed to Florence's leg as you whined, not wanting them to point how just how turned on you were.

You heard two simultaneous shushing sounds before your lower lips were pulled apart, the cool air licked across your slick, only making you whine louder.

When you heard and felt Harry's spilt against your core you thought you were done for. Lip tucked so tightly between your teeth you could taste the faintest hint of metallic against your tongue.

Then the softest kitten lick had you losing your mind, her tongue collecting all of his saliva on your clit before swirling around your entrance.

"Fuck," you cried, your nails digging crest moons into the flesh of Florence's thighs. "please, just fuck me already!"

"Don't think she can take anymore teasing Flor." Harry chuckled, yeah, chuckled, from between your thighs. 

"But I was having fun." She pouted, her tongue stopping its mesmerizing movements.

"Can 'ave fun with her after." Harry said as he started to shed the layers of his suit. 

"I'm literally right here!" You complained, your huff of annoyance jammed down your throat when Harry pulled up by your legs. Your face now exposed to his smirking, mischief filled eyes. 

"We know, baby," he cooed, almost too sweetly, something about the look behind his eyes made your pussy flutter but your mind anxious about how sore you'd be tomorrow. "Ass up for me."

You eagerly nodded your head, trying to roll over in your place before the tsking clicks of his tongue stopped your movements. 

"Like this." He said, pulling you off the couch. Your knees on the hard linoleum floor, your elbows resting on the seat of cushion in front of you. Giving Flor just enough space to sit pretty right in front of you.

Your arms instinctively circling around her thighs, pulling her core down to mouth. Her moans filled the small space around you. Vibrating off the walls with an echo. 

"Should 'ave done this in 'ere before." Harry mumbled more to himself than to either one of you as his tip teased your entrance. Your hips swayed instantly at the contact, slowly backing up the little bit you could to feel him slip inside of you.

He hissed, his fingers gripped the round flesh of your ass tightly before he surged forward, stuffing you to the brim with his cock.

"I ruin this pussy 'most everyday and you're still so fuckin' tight." He gritted out through his teeth, your walls clenched down around him at his words.

"Guess you're not fucking her good enough then." 

Your eyes widened in disbelief belief, disconnecting from her core so your mouth could gape in shock.

Did she hate you being able to walk?

"That so?" 

"'S what I said."

"Kitten," You squeaked when you were lifted by your shoulder, your back against Harry's chest. His hands snaked under your shirt just long enough to rip it off. "you can thank Flor tomorrow for why you won't be able to sit." 

"She'll probably be thanking me." The blonde rolled her eyes playfully teasing but enjoying the fact she was getting under his skin.

"Need me to stop, just tap my leg," his deep voice husked into your ear. Your hand tapping his leg, showing him you understood,  before you were hurled back in front of Florence's core by the back of your head. "good girl, now lick." 

You had Harry go hard on you before but when he sheathed himself fully inside of you in one go, you knew you were really going to be in for it. 

Your tongue tried to desperately get Flor off as fast as you could, your fingers slamming into her sweet spot, as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You had a hard time knowing where to focus. Her addictive taste or his marksman worthy precision thrusts into your g-spot.

Your body felt like warm liquid was being pumped through your veins. Both of them gripping onto you at different ends, his hips grinding against your ass as he sat balls deep in your pussy. Her hips dragging against your mouth, fucking herself against your face. 

The sound of their collective moans slicked through the sticky, sex filled, air around you. Your mind lost in that space of non-thinking as your body moved back and forth between the two of them.

"Gonna cum all over my cock, sweetheart?" Your walls tightened around him as her fingers dug deeper into the back of your head. Her own cord snapping only moments before your own.

The white burning light washing through your body followed by the familiar gush of fullness in your lower tummy. 

"Holy shit," Florence breathed out, her arm dropped across her forehead. 

"Why haven't we done that here before?" Harry asked through short breaths.

"'S company property." You mumbled against the couch, your head buried into the soft material as your legs gave out to lay on the heaven-like cold floor below you. "We literally just said fuck you to New Line Cinema." 

You heard chuckling from either side of you, both of them still slightly out of breath.

"Hope we don't work with them again then." 

[lululawrence]

Why are people blaming jeff azoff for britney spears' problems?

i... i don't know to be honest. lollll i think some people found that jeff was one of the people with CAA (the company he was working for at the time) who handled some contracts that britney had with her residencies. iirc CAA was a company that handled touring for musical acts, so if he was assigned to the team to work with britney, his job would have been to help make sure the agreements went through between venues, artist, etc. at least to some extent. that was my understanding and assumption when i saw that he was a name that showed up on those documents that people were posting about the other day. i didn't have time to read through them all and honestly forgot they were a topic of discussion until now lol

here's the thing. people like having someone to take their anger out on. it's fair. especially after the last two years and with current events, there is a lot to be angry about and if we keep it all in, we will self combust. but going out there and making blanket decisions about people, their motivations, work ethic, etc in order to have them fit the role of the bad guy in whatever situation we see them in isn't really the best way to handle it either, and i feel like that's kinda what's happening with jeff to an extent lol

don't get me wrong. i'm not really a fan of his. but i also acknowledge that he does seem to be an actual friend of harry's, whether it's more surface level and career oriented of a friendship or if it has genuine, deep roots is not up to me to say. it's just that people are nuanced. there are so many layers to them, which makes them and their motivations in every situation so entirely complex that painting them in black or white doesn't do anyone any justice. believing that someone consistently has the worst motivations or always has and always will be looking to take advantage of anyone and everyone in order to lift themselves higher is a really sad way to look at the world in my personal opinion.

so. did jeff work with britney's team regarding contracts back when she was still under the conservatorship? yes. i believe we have a lot of proof of that due to the role he held with CAA. but does it also mean that because he had a hand in the performance contracts britney had to fulfill at that time that he was at fault and one of the people who were forcibly keeping her in the horrific position she was in? i mean, i don't have the information to say one way or another, but considering the role i know he played for other artists around that time, i have to say i don't think so. he had a specific job to do within his professional role with a larger company that was contracted by britney's team to help take care of business. to them, it likely just looked like another management team coming in for another artist trying to get the behind the scenes business taken care of. but i could be entirely wrong.

anyway, it's because of his connection to britney and her contracts, i think?? that have people thinking jeff was a part of all of that? either that, or because he played a role in her contracts, people are now throwing out the possibility that jeff is controlling harry in some way similar to how britney was controlled... but i just REALLY don't subscribe to that line of thought either.

this is so long now i'm sorry. all that to say i don't really know because i don't pay attention to things that just don't make logical sense to me, but here are some thoughts on why his connection to britney might have gotten people to saying and believing what they do.

[wille-zarr]

BABY, WE ALL CARE ABOUT IN FIELDS OF WHITE

im just shy to express it but, im super excited to read new chapters!

i also feel like, if i left you a thousand comments/ask about it, i would be making you feel pressured to update and its so not what i want to do :(

but i seriously looove the story and how you redact it, the characters, so friggin' much i feel i might combust every time i read it (cause, btw, ive re-read it like three times already, i just adore it)

i hope i don't freak you out with my obsession, sorry :)

-✨🐍

bruh i just about spit my water out i wasn't expecting such a fantastic response woofjfhs 😭😭😭

BE MY FOREVER FRIEND

Honestly though, I -T O T A L L Y- get feeling like "I will freak this author out if I let them know how much I loved/obsessed over/think about this fic." I often fell into the same line of thinking as a reader....

Until I started writing.

Then I was like..... oh. 😂

I think part of that fear comes from the fact that commenting on a fanfic/fanart feels so much more... personal than getting on twitter/tumblr and screaming about a giant billion dollar franchise. The difference is you know the fanfic writer/artist is going to see your comment... and maybe even respond!

And that can feel really intimidating. Especially for someone like me who obsesses over ever single social interaction they encounter. 😬

But, in my opinion, a story is a story, no matter what circumstances it was created under. And if it was shared online, it's because the creator invites any level of interaction! :D I mean, just look at the general fandom community! We have people pouring hundreds of hours into fanart, headcanons, etc. all for stories produced by giant corporations. Why? Because the fans are passionate! So, if you feel that same level of passion for a fanfic, THAT'S LIKE THE GREATEST HONOR EVER LIKE JSJDNS???? 🥺❤️

Anyway, I can only speak for myself, but just know that while I never expect, require, nor ask for comments, they truly do mean a lot to me. The fact is I do write faster when I get more comments. I write slower when I get less.

I've been feeling really... scared to post chapter 11. Scared I'd get zero comments. Scared no one cared.

But then you sent in these fantastic asks.

And you know what I'm about to do?

Stay up till 2AM writing with a huge grin on my face.

Because, hey! Someone cares. :)

[words-writ-in-starlight]

I have a question about Alleirat. You've mentioned that the society isn't advanced enough for HRT and such (yes I read your tags please don't shame me) is it because they have a heavier reliance on magic? So that the advances we've made with technology would be substituted with a magical alternative? Sorry for the bother,

My dude, I write more tag than post sometimes, far be it from me to shame you for reading my tags.

And yes, you are correct!  Alleirat isn’t very developed technologically speaking–they have gravity-driven indoor plumbing, but only a basic system, and clockwork (like…clocks for example, I guess), but it would just never occur to them to do something like build an internal combustion engine because they have magic to perform the same job.  Horses (as well as most other fauna) is stronger, more resilient, and longer-lived (also often bigger) due to the high concentration of magic in the world, so short-distance travel is easily accomplished either on foot or on horseback.  For long-distance travel (Alleirat as a continent is maybe a little smaller than Russia?), they have what they call kathen, or ‘gates’ (like a magic door, basically), which are controlled and manipulated by teams of specifically trained magic workers who literally cannot do other types of magic.  Kathen can’t transport large amounts of cargo because the opening can rarely be made larger than maybe a set of double doors, so shipments are often accomplished by sailing ships or overland caravans.

Medically speaking, again, they’re heavily reliant on magic.  A specific kind of magic worker called a flesh worker serves as a universal healer, but that does mean that there are some logistical limitations in comparison to our own medically advanced society.  A flesh worker can repair the damage from a sword wound to the chest or even kill a cancer with a thought, yeah, but the idea of an organ transplant, a limb reattachment, or even a blood transfusion just wouldn’t occur to them.  So a flesh worker (re: the HRT thing) might be able to increase one hormone or decrease another, but it would be a wicked precarious arrangement far less manageable than our medically accomplished version.  Likewise, a flesh worker might be able to perform the equivalent of top surgery (or, if you went to one of the less legal flesh workers, actually alter the bone structure of your face) but…there are a lot of limitations there.  Moreover, they don’t have the equipment to even start to approach some of this stuff–like, a flesh worker does all their healing with their bare hands, they don’t exactly keep sterile needles around for blood transfusion.

…I’ve put a reasonable amount of thought into this.