#wanker? that’s the best you could do?

[officialleehadan]

Taking a verbal shit on a funny post without the courtesy of a read more is peak fic wanker behaviour

You know what’s really funny, Anon? I have absolutely no idea which post you’re talking about. I looked, but I haven’t the foggiest.

So not only am I not sorry, I’m somewhat bemused. You must really have gone digging in my old posts, because I haven’t been all that active on Tumblr in years, and I haven’t done more than reblog stuff here and there in months.

You know there’s this neat feature on tumblr that auto-collapses long posts? If they bother you so much you need to hide behind anon to insult someone about it, you might go turn it on and you’ll never have that issue again.

But for my own curiosity, and because if I’m gonna make fun of someone’s funny post it might as well be the person who sent me anon hate, which post are you all butthurt about?

[gloomwitchwrites]

141 when a younger recruit has a very obvious crush on you (not dating yet)

Oh, anon. I had fun with this one. Simply because it's a "we aren't dating yet so why are you jealous" scenario just waiting to happen. That's where my mind went with this. The boys have zero claim on you but they are possessive and territorial as fuck. omg. Do you hear that? It's me standing outside screaming because I need to get a fucking grip. Anyway! Enjoy!

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Task Force 141 x Reader (gn!reader except on Simon's)

Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): hidden feelings, jealousy, possessive behavior, intimidation, crushes, suggestive themes, swearing

Word Count: 800

ao3 // main masterlist // imagines & what if masterlist

John Price

John is the superior here. He's the one in charge.

Yet he feels completely out of control.

This isn't happening. This isn't fucking happening. He has spent months��months gently putting himself before you. Jealousy and possession are strange to him. They don’t come easy. And yet here they are, eating him from the inside out, chewing away at his resolve.

Anger and irritation are starting to seep in.

A new recruit with an obvious crush shouldn't make him this irate. There isn't any competition, but John can't help himself. All he sees is this wanker making eyes at you, speaking softly and with such tenderness that it's driving John up the fucking wall.

Which is insane. Stupid. You do not belong to him. The two of you are not dating—not anything—but somehow that doesn't matter.

His feet are moving before he even realizes it. The recruit turns in John's direction and instantly pales.

Good. Fucking good.

You turn too, brow furrowed.

"Captain?" asks the recruit, straightening his spine.

John shoves himself between, staring the recruit down, all venom. "You're wanted elsewhere."

"Y—yes. Sir."

The recruit salutes and takes off, the primal jealousy purring softly with contentment.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Kyle is going to grind his teeth into dust if he doesn’t unclench his jaw.

What the fuck is this bloke doing over on this side of the complex anyway? He’s a goddamn new recruit. Freshly arrived and still green.

Do you even realize he’s flirting? Kyle can tell just be the way he stands far too close, or the subtle way he touches your arm. His smile is stupidly large. The man is completely struck by you. You appear completely oblivious, having a conversation with him like there’s nothing amiss.

Nope. Kyle is pissed. Furious. Which is fucking ridiculous. The two of you are not a couple, even though Kyle wishes otherwise.

“You look right scunnered.” Soap appears at Kyle’s shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“That,” he growls.

Soap frowns, following Kyle’s line of sight. Soap’s frown turns to a knowing smirk. He turns it on Kyle with a mischievous glint. “Want Ghost to scare the shit out of him?”

The rest of the team knows how Kyle feels about you even if they don’t comment on it.

“That would be great,” says Kyle flatly.

Soap lightly pats Kyle’s shoulder. Turning around, he cups his hands around his mouth. “Hey, Lt!”

John "Soap" MacTavish

"I could rig an explosive. Put it under his bunk. That’d be fucking brilliant,” murmurs Johnny.

"We're looking to scare him. Not to maim everyone in his immediate radius,” replies Kyle.

"What about a firework? Poppers? Oh! A stink bomb?"

"That’s fucking childish, Johnny,” mutters Simon.

Johnny isn't jealous. Really, he's not.

He's just...protective. That's what he tells himself anyway.

Kyle, Johnny, and Simon observe you from across the communal gym. A new recruit from the latest batch is hanging on the ropes of the boxing ring. His stance is casual, skin glistening with sweat as he gives you his best smile while he chats you up.

The lad is putting it on thick, and Johnny is having none of it.

You are not Johnny’s spouse. You are not dating. You are not his…anything.

But that hardly matters.

Because Johnny has stolen plenty of kisses from you. He’s put his hands on your body. He’s been far too close for the comfort of a coworker or friend. In that, there is a claim. Johnny can draw the line somewhere.

He is so close to making you his.

No one is getting in his way. Not even a charming new recruit.

Simon "Ghost" Riley (Female Reader)

"Don't do it, Simon. It's not worth it."

Johnny's words don't satiate the anger. Rage is boiling beneath Simon's skin. It is white hot—fierce. All of this emotion and yet Simon has no claim over you.

It still hurts. Still aches.

The two of you are not together—not dating. But it's Simon's name you scream with pleasure, and that counts for fucking something.

His fists clench, muscles coiled with wrought tension. Johnny places his hands on Simon's shoulders and shoves him back down in his seat. If Simon weren’t ready to flay his newest target alive, Johnny wouldn’t be so bold.

"Remove. Your. Hands," growls Simon, slowly.

Kyle grimaces, his gaze darting between Simon and Johnny. He looks ready to jump in if Johnny needs him.

"I'm doing this for you, Lt,” murmurs Johnny, even as his hands keep the pressure.

"She's mine."

"We know,” reply Johnny and Kyle in unison.

One of the new recruits is putting on his best performance, following you around like a lovesick puppy. Johnny is right. Simon can't go over there and knock the man to the ground, no matter how much he wants to.

"Take a deep breath, Lt."

"I'm trying."

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[infictionalwonderland]

. . . fred weasley with it girl veela girlfriend (you, bitch!)

babe.

he is your biggest fucking fan

drooling and wide eyes when he even HEARS the click of ur cunty shoes xxx

genuinely stand by the fact he has shirts with ur face on

to him, you’re everything & more

no1 advocate for anything you do

‘yeah, love, you should do that. definitely’

‘mhmm, anything you want darling’

GRRRRRRRR 🐱🐱🐱🐱

eats up every single one of ur cunty fits

you look so damn good babe and he makes sure you know it

‘you’re the most beautiful girl i have ever seen, love. seriously’

‘if you don’t stop smiling like that, im gonna be forced to take you against this fucking wall love’

OOPSIES

HOW DID THAT GET THEERRREEEE

knows the whole school and literally the whole world is obsessed with you and is here for it

(but is also not)

he loves that people know how special you are bc you fckn are

but like

when he sees whores staring at you with gaping mouths and starry eyes he’s like

she’s MINE.

doesn’t enjoy people staring at his girl

10000% the type to wrap his arms around you and pull you back into him, genuinely acting as a shield for the stares

pd(bloody)a!!!

he’s a big big fan

obvs if it makes you uncomfy, he’ll understand and back off! your comfort is his main concern

HOWEVER

if you like it just like he does…

arm wrapped around you waist while you’re walking around

HANDDD HOLDING

he loves cuddling you

ur like his squishmallow 😘😘😘

he really enjoys showing you, all the time, how much you mean to him. how obsessed he is with you. bc he wants you to know

will readily admit to the fact he is very much on ur pink bedazzled leash xxxxx

he’s ur mf bitch ❤️❤️❤️

if ppl try and take the mick out of him for it he literally could not care less

and what???? it’s true

he would kiss the ground you walked on if you asked

if he notices you getting uncomfortable w ppl staring at you, he’s not afraid to confront them (if you want that)

‘yeah, mind looking anywhere bloody else mate?’

‘if you done leering at my girl you wanker, feel free to piss off’

if people happen to not heed his warning, he’s not afraid to fight someone for you

(one time he did and arthur got called in to ‘deal’ with his son—he gave him an approving hug and a chocolate frog)

you & the weasels are like this 🤞

ginny does not resent you bc ur a veela, IN FACCTTTT she actually really looks up to you and admires you, knowing you’re so much more than ur beauty

she’s wants to BE you

(apart from the dating her brother part, gag)

george calls you ‘little legend’ he thinks you’re great for making his brother so starstruck and mushy-goey all the soft things.

genuinely cannot wait for the day you become his sister in law 🤧

after ron got over his creepy little crush, he’s grown to see you as someone he adores (even if he would never admit it) and someone he really feels safe with

you make him feel wanted in his family and actually loved—for that, he loves you more

charlie thinks ur an absolute riot ����😭

the first time you met you had pulled a prank on the twins, turning their skin lilac and giving them unicorn horns with fuzzy purple fur everywhere (human unicorns)

he’s adored you ever since

bill loves you like a little sister and fleur and you are legit best mates!!!

arthur holds you very dear to him as he sees how good you are for his son and how much of a good individual you are in general

molly was slightly hesitant initially

BUTTT then you knitted her and arthur winter hats for christmas, sent them with a cutesy note and some sweets and she knew she’d love you

(she really, truly does)

#fredweasleyisurseximinion

he wrote that himself xxxx

[readwritealldayallnight]

Promises

Captain John Price x Reader

wc: 1.2k words

warnings/tags: fluff fluff fluff

“You’ll check the doors? Windows as well, aye?”

“Yes, John. I’ll make sure they’re locked before bed.” You reassure the man, holding the phone between your cheek and shoulder as you do exactly that, tugging on the window latches to ensure they’re shut properly, walking past each door to spy the locks are in fact in place. “No one will be coming in and touching your cigars, I can assure you of that.”

“Hm. Got precious cargo I’m more concerned about these days, than cigars.” He quips back, playing into your attempt to lighten the situation. John hasn’t been gone on deployment for a full 24 hours yet and already he’s finding himself missing you more than he thought possible. He knew being apart from you was going to be difficult, especially considering that this mission was likely to take a few months rather than a few weeks, but he hadn’t anticipated struggling so early on.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let anyone touch your scotch either.” You say and he can just picture you adding a mischievous wink at the end. He finds himself suddenly wondering if he has any photos of you where you’re winking at him, and he feels regret creeping into his stomach at the realization that no, he probably doesn’t. Now he’s got nothing but his memory to rely on when he wants to imagine your playful expression.

It’s not as if John hadn’t made a point of taking more candid shots of you once he’d learned about how long this upcoming mission was to take. He wanted to have something tangible, something real he could wrap his fingers around, lay his weary gaze upon and be gifted with the sight of his beloved smiling back at him. And if a thick stack of Polaroids each adorned with varying expressions of your visage find themselves stuffed into the pocket of his tactical vest right above where his heart beats only for you, well then his men had best mind their business about it.

His last ditch effort to capture your beauty, to bring along with him a small fragment of the joy you bring to his life every day he spends by your side, had melted your heart thoroughly. It was sometimes hard to imagine your soft, loving teddy bear of a man, having to turn on his Captain persona and intimidate enemies on a battlefield. But then you’d hear him shouting at the television, going on about how some wanker was making a mockery of ‘The Price is Right’ (a show the two of you watched too often, if only so that John had more of an excuse to slip ‘well ya know, they do say Price is right, after all’ into arguments), or you’d catch him glaring at anyone he felt was looking at you the wrong way in public, and you couldn’t deny he was to be in a position of command.

“Don’t go answerin’ the door for anyone either, love. And make sure that the-”

“John, I’ll be okay. I promise, I’ll be careful.” You attempt to convince him before he spirals further. A man of action, John had been keeping busy in the time leading up to his departure. Trips to the hardware store to buy additional locks for the front door, jammers for the window panes, researching various brands of security systems, even going as far as speaking a little louder in the hallways outside your flat door, letting anyone who lived near enough know that a man lived here as well, not wanting anyone to know you’d be alone and vulnerable.

“I know, m’sorry to keep pestering you love.” The Captain sighs into the phone, running a hand down his phone before glancing back over his shoulder at the room. He knows he doesn’t have much more time to keep talking with you. Really, he shouldn’t have called at all, but John just couldn’t help himself. This is how he gets when it comes to you. Nothing else matters as much when it comes to you. And so yes, he admits he is being selfish by holding everyone else up in the briefing room as they wait for his return, but he doesn’t know when he’ll get to hear your voice again, and what’s the point of being Captain if you can’t pull strings when they matter? “Just wanna know you’ll be safe.”

“Now why do I feel as though I should be the one asking you that question, hm?” Your question brings a soft smile to his face. God, he misses you so much already. “You made it to- wherever you are- alright?”

“I did.” He confirms, casting another glance across the room. He can see them loading up trucks with supplies as you speak. He hates that he can’t ever tell you where he is. Can’t tell you that this base is just one of countless destinations where he’ll sleep in a bed that feels too empty without you by his side. Can’t tell you that each meal portion he eats tastes blander without you sitting across from him. “Though we’re not stayin’ here long. Flyin’ out early again in the mornin’.”

“Hm.” You hum along in response, knowing he can’t give you details, satisfied with any bit of information he can offer you in its place. “You promise me, you’ll be safe John Price. I don’t like those stories of Gaz falling out of helicopters.”

“Well then, it’s a good thing that’s the only story I’m ever lettin’ him tell you.” John can’t help but to laugh along with you, before falling more serious again, knowing he’ll have to hang up soon and leave you. “Trust me love. You don’t need to be worrying your pretty little head over me. There isn’t anythin’ that could keep me from comin’ home to you. Nothin’.”

His declaration has tears threatening to sting the corners of your eyes, treasuring this moment with him, even an unknown distance apart, knowing it’ll be some time until you can speak again. You can hear the background noise of wherever he is increasing in volume. You overhear someone shout his name, no doubt looking for him. You know your time is up for now, and that you’ll have to be the one to bite the bullet. He’s never the first one to hang up the phone with you, and this time is no different.

“I love you John. So much. I’ll see you soon.” You whisper into the receiver, hoping he can feel the love you speak into each word meant only for him.

“I love you, angel. So much. Be back before you know it.” He says, waiting to hear the ‘click’ on the other side of the line before stuffing his phone back into his slacks.

It’s true, what he said to you. There truly isn’t anything, so long as he can help it, that will keep him from coming back home to you. Not when he’s made a promise to do exactly that. Not when he’s got a small box stuffed into three pairs of socks hiding in his underwear drawer in your flat, hiding a shiny little ring he’s been holding on to since your second date. Not when he intends to make his biggest promise to you yet as soon as he’s home and holding you in his arms again, where you belong.

[crescenthistory]

hihi i love ur work sm <3 could you pls do a barty crouch jr sunshine x grump except the reader is the grump? ik barty isnt rlly sunshine like but he seems a lot more outgoing and energetic when compared to the reader. for the prompt could it be a.6 where the reader is just being her usual grumpy self and barty sort of mocks her? if the idea doesnt sound so appealing u dont have to do it i understand !! (also ignore the fact i submitted this earlier but forgot to put the prompt lmfao)

hi sweetheart! first of all, no i will not ignore your earlier ask because what you said about my writing was soso sweet and i think about it daily<33 i am a truther of barty being the sunshine in these dynamics because his chaotic energy needs a bit of a grumpy counterpart which is why i'm also a bartylus truther shhh so i'm in love with your idea, thanks darling xx this was so fun to write, why is he like this

Prompt: A.6 "Aren't you just a sweetheart?"

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: not proofread, fem!reader (she/her pronouns used), you are in gryffindor sorry and marauders!bestie, mostly barty pov so it's sassy and biased, banter/bickering, language, some innuendos/suggestive jokes, they do not kiss physically but are making out in barty's head tbh, jegulus appearance my loves, a little bit of bartylus snuck in there

Note: i love their dynamic here, might write some more blurbs with the same storyline/concept

continuation can be found here <3 and here

Barty could not believe Regulus had betrayed him on such a carnal level.

Becoming chummy with Gryffindors in general should be considered a cardinal sin, but shagging one on the regular? Insisting that shagging was a “crude term” for it and insisting Barty accept that his best friend, stupid wanker, is actually in love with and dating James Potter, the epitome of Gryffindor bravado?

Absolutely unacceptable. Arguably a hate crime, and he told Regulus as much, only to be met with an eye roll as the black haired boy continued to drag him along to where his new boyfriend was sitting in the Great Hall, surrounded by friends.

“Well, if it isn’t Baby Black?” A girl called as Regulus approached the group, hauling Barty along with him. Others around smiled and greeted Regulus – not Barty.

“Shut it, McKinnon,” Regulus grumbled, sheepishly taking the seat on James’s left that he had saved for him. Barty could spot a slight pinkish blush creeping up on Regulus’s cheeks when James murmured a hey love and kissed his cheek.

Barty could puke at the sight.

Nevertheless, he shoved some Gryffindors further down the table to take a seat beside Regulus. For whatever reason, he had believed it necessary to bring Barty with him every single time he meets James’s gnarly pack, so Barty assumed the role of protective friend while still making it exponentially clear that he disapproves.

“No acknowledgement for me then?” Barty looked around the table who were in one degree or another cooing at the fresh couple. All except Sirius, who, like Barty, was faux gagging at the sight.

It’s a new low for Sirius Black to be your one ally.

“Make yourself note-worthy, and we’ll say hello to you, Junior.” The gruff voice came from you, who conveniently was sitting opposite Barty this morning.

You were thus far the most tolerable of James’s friends, mostly because you had yet to be as loud and obnoxious as the rest, despite the red and gold around your neck. You had yet to say almost anything at all, but what you did say had a habit of drawing a snort from Barty. Mostly because it was never particularly kind.

Your eyes didn’t leave the crossword puzzle you were working on as you ate, shutting out the bickering around you, yet somehow picking up on Barty’s comment. 

Intriguing. 

“I take great personal offence to that, darling.” Barty's voice was incredulous but he sported a contradicting wicked grin, happy at the opportunity to wreak a bit of havoc if he must be seated here.

“Ew.” You looked up at that, eyes narrowing at the pet name he gave you. He decided then and there, that was the only way he would refer to you from now on. “And good. Maybe it can help you build some character.”

“Oh, come on,” James butted in, finally drawing his eyes from Regulus – who he had sneaked an arm around before the boy could protest at the public display of affection – and looking at his dear friend and his disgruntled friend-in-law. “Be nice to Junior, he slithered here all the way from the comforts of his dungeon.”

“So did your boytoy, Potter, so watch your mouth.” Sirius, James and Regulus all winced at the word boytoy, though for very different reasons.

“And so I am being nice to him,” James retorted, squeezing Regulus as he looked down at him. “Aren’t I, love?”

“Shut up,” Regulus whispered.

“You’ve already said that today, Reggie,” McKinnon replied with a sly grin. “Find another comeback, why don’t ya?”

Regulus just rolled his eyes at her while Sirius bumped his shoulder into hers in a sign of approval.

“Anyway.” Barty drew the attention back to him as he spoke up, but his eyes were trained on you. “Build some character you say? What character would you like me to be, baby?"

You sized him up, clearly debating whether to follow James's advice or take Barty's bait. The latter seemed to win.

"Someone less disruptive would be a great start."

"That would hold more bite if you didn't willingly surround yourself with this lot," Barty laughed, waving his arms a bit too theatrically towards your friends, some of which were scowling at him, others nodding in agreement. Barty swore he could hear James whisper fair under his breath.

"Willingly is a bit of a stretch." You side-eyed Sirius beside you with a sly grin, who took a few seconds to process your sentence. Once he realised, he gasped and swatted at your arm for the disrespect.

Barty was enjoying himself much more than he expected.

"Aren't you just a sweetheart?" His grin never faltered as he continued his one-sided staring contest with you. As if you were the only thing in the room of notice, as if your friends weren't right there and needed to be won over by him as well.

“I can be,” you drawled, fighting to keep your face neutral. “You just gotta earn it."

Barty tilted his head, eyes narrowing with interest as he studied you. There was something undeniably magnetic about your sharp tongue, the way you seemed to remain so unbothered by the chaos swirling around the table.

He leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table, inching just a bit closer. “And how do I do that?”

Finally, you locked eyes with him properly, levelling him with your stare. Your expression remained impassive, but there was a flicker of something—curiosity, maybe?—beneath your cold exterior.

"That ship sailed so long ago, you can't even see it from harbour, Junior."

"Good thing I can swim." Barty winked at you, and part of him thought he caught you look flustered for half a moment as his comments grew flirtier by the minute.

“Fine by me, easier to drown you if you jump in the water willingly."

Barty barked a laugh, unphased by your words. "Don't threaten me with a good time." He could feel Regulus giving him a look from his right, but Barty ignored it. He was far too entertained by you now. “Tell me, do you give everyone such a warm welcome, or am I just special?”

Your lips twitched, but you held your ground, flicking your eyes back to the crossword in front of you. “You’re just annoying.”

Regulus groaned softly, clearly wishing he could disappear into the floor. He wasn’t exactly thrilled about having to subject himself—and by extension, Barty—to the whirlwind that was James Potter and his pack of friends, but he also wasn’t blind. He saw the way Barty’s attention had shifted, how your sharp, biting comments had hooked him in a way nothing else had managed to. He could practically feel the chaos brewing.

James, ever the peacemaker, clapped his hands together. “Right, well, now that we’ve all sufficiently insulted each other—again—how about we chat about something less murder-y?”

“No promises,” you murmured, flipping a page of the Daily Prophet as you continued working through the puzzle.

“Good efforts, Potter, but I fear she's just too intrigued by me” Barty sighed, leaning back in his seat as if exhausted by the mere prospect of attention. “I have that effect on people.”

“Oh, sure,” McKinnon chimed in, rolling her eyes. “We’re all positively obsessed with you.”

Sirius, looking entirely too pleased with himself, gave you an exaggerated wink. “I’d pay good money to see her put you in your place, Junior.”

“And I’d pay good money to see you mind your own business,” you retorted coolly, not even sparing Sirius a glance. Neither boy seemed sure if the comment was meant for Sirius or Barty, but didn't let that deter their entertainment.

Barty watched the exchange with open fascination. He couldn’t help but admire how easily you held your own amongst this overzealous group, considering their tendency to overwhelm people with their loud, boisterous energy. You were like a still, cold lake amidst a storm, unbothered by the wind and waves crashing around you.

He leaned closer to Regulus, his voice dropping slightly as he muttered, “I like her.”

Regulus, still recovering from the emotional whiplash of being dragged between Barty and James’s worlds, gave Barty a flat look. “Don’t.”

Barty’s grin only widened. “Too late.”

It became a strange, almost delirious routine for Barty to be swirled into the life of James Potter and Co. He minded it less and less, irritation soothed almost instantly once he saw you.

He sought you out every time Regulus brought him along, plopping down beside you on the common room couches, leaning on your chair at the library, catching your eye in the hallways. You presented begrudgingly, always rolling your eyes and scoffing, but your resolve crumbled slowly and the smile you were fighting became more insistent.

You and your dry retorts, you with your books or puzzles in hand, you and your knowing looks that grew more affectionate.

Barty was thoroughly fascinated.

"Don't screw this up for me please," Regulus would whine as the two of them walked back to the Slytherin dorms with just a few minutes left before curfew. They had dragged out their time sprawled across the couches by the fireplace at Gryffindor.

This time, as most times of late, Regulus hadn't asked Barty to come – he hadn't needed to. While the two usually spent most of their time together, Barty had practically been glued to his side as of late, ready to jump on the opportunity to see you.

"I won't," Barty dragged out the words with annoyance, as if he had said them a thousand times as of late. "Don't worry your pretty head so much Reggie, James won't care that I'm bantering with his bestie."

"It's not just the bantering I'm worried about," Regulus muttered, but Barty caught it clear as day. He gave his friend a look that demanded further explanation.

"You clearly fancy her, Barty!" He just blinked, as if to say and? Regulus groaned. "Just don't mess anything up with her to the point where she gets so angry she doesn't want to see you anymore. I don't want to have to deal with managing my time between you and James because she wants you dead."

Barty sighed dreamily at those last words, whispering wouldn't that be hot? Regulus gave him a corrective slap up the back of his head.

"I won't okay, I won't!" Barty was the one grumbling now, trying to deal with the infatuation in his stomach, just aching to go back and bicker some more with you, while also calming his best friend down. "I don't want to actually like hurt her or anything, I just like getting a little rise out of her."

Regulus paused before the entrance to the Slytherin common room, levelling Barty with a glare. He realised then that he seemed to have a type of person he prefers to associate with, because you had given him that same look earlier when you debated each other about who should get to sit in the comfy chair. He suggested you just sit in his lap in the chair – a great compromise, really – and a beautiful blush crept up on your face when you scoffed.

"If she will make you happy, please do go for it. But be careful, please." Regulus's tone of voice was intent, leaving little room for argument.

Barty still found some, of course, but he was soft for his friend and gave way.

"Fine, don't worry, I've got it under control," he all but whined. "It's not everyday stoic Regulus Black begs me for anything, so fine."

There was a smile on Regulus's face when he shoved him then, finally stepping into the Slytherin dorms to call it a night.

You were in the library the first time Barty got you all to himself.

It was a Saturday afternoon when Barty found himself wandering through the library, absentmindedly scanning the rows of books. He wasn’t really paying attention, more so killing time before his next Quidditch practice and possibly looking for some trouble, when he spotted you in a far corner. Much better.

For once you were free from your larger than life friends, nose peacefully buried in another one of your books as you twirled your quill before your fingers. Barty knew you were waiting to scribble something in the margin, and a surprisingly soft warmth sprouted in his chest when you did. A small smile tugged at his lips as he made his way over to you, leaning casually against the bookshelf beside you.

“Fancy seeing you here, sweetheart.”

You didn’t even bother looking up. “If you’re here to annoy me, I’ll hex you. Finally got some peace and quiet."

Barty laughed, taking the seat across from you without invitation. “You wound me. What makes you think I’m here to annoy you? Maybe I just wanted some quality company.”

“Quality company?” you echoed, raising an eyebrow as you finally looked up from your book. “And yet you chose to sit with me.”

“Exactly,” Barty replied smoothly, flashing you a grin. “You’re the most interesting person in this castle, and I’m bored. I’m sure you can entertain me.”

You gave him a long, appraising look, as if trying to figure out what his angle was. “You really don’t know when to quit, do you?”

“Nope.” His characteristic cheshire cat grin was playing across his features, and you ignored the stirring it caused inside you.

A pause stretched between you as your staring contest prolonged, and for a moment, Barty thought you were going to ignore him, go back to your book, and continue the delicate balance of biting banter and cold indifference that had marked all your previous interactions.

Then, much to his surprise, you closed your book with your fingers keeping your page. You leaned back in your chair as you regarded him with a calculating gaze. “Fine. Though if you’re so desperate for company, then you tell me something interesting. Junior.”

Barty blinked, not having expected you to actually engage. His grin grew and he felt pride bloom in your chest as you began to sport your own.

"Oh, I'll tell you anything you want, if it'll keep your attention on me, sweetheart."

[thewitchblue]

"Why'd he send you?"

Bruce asked bluntly, his Batman suit on with his gaggle of children evasdropping in the background not-so-subtly. I quirked an unamused eyebrow at the bulky man in front of me.

"It just so happens that I owed Constantine a favour. Do you want my help, or do you want to deal with your little demon friend all by yourself?"

Batman huffs an amused laugh. This is the best demonologist Constantine claims in the world? Red Robin asked Nightwing in a mutter,

"I'm not seeing things, am I?"

Apparently, he didn't think I'd hear him. I smirked as I turned my attention to the older Robin. He nervously shifted his weight when my intense gaze watches him, before becoming a bit panicked once he realized he physically cannot move away from me as I approach. I eye him up-and-down with appreciation before saying,

"You're cute, Little Red. Let's get coffee sometime. After I banish this fucker, of course."

This seemed to surprise everyone in the cave, but my focus was back to the demon Batman managed to get an attachment to.

"Now, how did you manage to get this fucker attached to you? Were you feeling especially lonely and struck a deal?"

I eye Batman curiously. Red Hood chuckles in amusement, but I choose to ignore him. There is a weird tension in the room when Red Hood and Batman make eye contact, so I clear my throat loudly to draw attention back to me as I study the cage that the demon is currently trapped in it. He managed to isolate and contain the demon, so that's a start. He sighs and explains,

"No, I'm not lonely enough to stoop so low."

I give an acknowledging hum. My eyes stay trained on the demon. It was rattling the cage it was imprisoned in, hissing and cursing at me while I approach it.

"Let's just ask the demon then, shall we?"

I stop in front of the demon and ask it,

"Now, what deal did you two make?"

The demon merely growled in response. I growl back at it, reaching into its body and squeezing its heart until it whimpered. I hiss,

"Answer me."

Its gravelly voice said,

"I was promised a new body by an alternative Batman. Clearly, I made a wrong turn."

I purred as I released my grip,

"Good boy."

Batman frowned in thought, but stayed silent by my side. He seemed to already have an idea of who struck the deal.

"Now, which Batman promised you this wanker?"

The demon snarls,

"He goes by Owlman. He merely promised me a Batman."

I give a thoughtful hum as I fully remove my hand from its heart, wiping off the dark blood from my hand.

"Well, that turned out swimmingly for you, didn't it?"

It snarled in response to my false sympathy. Red Hood snorts at my antics. He seemed to be entertained by the entire situation.

"Well, it appears your little deal wasn't fully thought out. I'm sending you back. Next time, possess Owlman instead."

I murmur my spell softly to myself before snapping in a particular pattern. The demon howled before it dissipates like mere smoke. I crack my knuckles nervously before turning back to the Batfamily and saying,

"If you need my services again, ask Little Red over there. He has my number."

Red Robin looked confused until he reached into his pocket and felt the slip of paper I planted on him. He pulls the slip of paper out of his pocket to the dismay of everyone in the cave. I send a wink his way once his disbelieving eyes turn back to me.

With a wave of my hand, I disappear from their cave before anyone could reply. Truthfully, I was a tad nervous to hear his reply. I'm still rusty when dealing with the living after spending so many years trapped in a metaphorical cage with anti-magic wards. Before John saved my sorry arse, I was entrapped for pissing off the wrong crowd.

I have much more experience with the dead and celestial as a result. They are a lot easier to figure out and handle than regular human beings.

Tim had never been more conflicted. Granted, he didn't have anyone who showed genuinely interest in him like this demon hunter. He had to applaud the flawless effort.

"Aww, you two would be so cute!"

Dick said with an encouraging grin. Dick, of course, was excited and happy for his brother. He wraps an arm around him in a side hug before letting go and saying,

"You should reach out! The chemistry between you two reminds me of myself and Starfire."

Jason rolls his eyes and fakes gags at Dick's brotherly excitement. Despite his annoyed exterior, he still defends Tim,

"You care too much, Grayson. Let my replacement come to his own decisions."

Tim gives a shy smile. The demonologist was rather cute and he appreciates the boldness and the stealth it took to even slip the note in his pocket. He softly says,

"Maybe I will."

[sun-kissy]

heyyyy do you think you could write a James blurb where reader hangs with Severus and Lily (she's a Snape but it's not really common knowledge as she's a few years younger) and everyone thinks James likes to come around for Lily but it's actually for the reader? I love your work btw!!!

yes, of course!! and thank you ♡

beautiful | j.p.

tw: fluff

snape!reader, james potter x reader

A frustrated sigh escapes Severus’ lips as you flick a petal at him for what seems like the umpteenth time that evening. You can feel the quivers in Lily’s body from where you’re laying on her lap as she laughs.

O.W.L.S. had just ended for your brother and best friend, so you dragged them down to your usual spot beneath the silver-leafed tree for a picnic. Lily was concentratedly twining vines together, crafting a daisy crown.

The light breeze caused her auburn hair to cover her face as she worked, the sun hitting her face in all the right places. She looked like some sort of heavenly wood nymph, you thought as you stared up at her. She was really really pretty.

Meanwhile, Severus was engrossed in some old, weathered-down potions book - furiously scribbling down notes for god-knows-what. Your legs were propped up on his lap as you threw the petals which occasionally fell from Lily’s flower crown at him. His expression was growing more cross by the second.

Your brother starts to grumble at you under his breath as a petal drifts straight into his nostril. A giggle bubbles out of you as he sneezes and the petal shoots out his nose, not missing the huff of annoyance he let out.

“If mother hadn’t instructed me to take care of you,” he mutters, a hint of irritation in his tone as he rubs his nose, “I would’ve tossed you into the black lake already.”

Lily grins, flicking your forehead as you bat your eyelashes at him playfully. “You love me.”

“Lies.”

“You bought me a whole bag of chocolate last weekend!”

“That was merely because-”

Your brother’s rambling comes to a halt, his eyes suddenly narrowing as he glares at something across the field of grass. His mouth twists up into a disgruntled frown.

You follow his line of vision to see none other than James Potter stumbling towards your clique, casting dirty looks at his friends behind him as they urge him towards you.

A sigh escapes you before you can even think about it. It annoyed you greatly, whenever James came crawling after you all like a desperate dog, just for the sake of Lily.

That was all it was, you tried to convince yourself. You told yourself that the acidic burning sensation of your heart in your chest was just because it was frustrating how obsessed he was, how his eyes lit up whenever they landed on Lily, how he stumbled over his words whenever he was near.

He was annoying, a stupidly beautiful wanker with an achingly gorgeous smile and eyes so bright they could rival the stars.

But you knew why you really hated him, and it frustrated you immensely. You despised him for liking Lily, hated his guts for not liking you instead. It was sickening, the way he gazed at her. And it was even more disgusting how envy took ahold of your entire being when that happened.

It gutted you, whenever you saw him looking at your best friend with heart-eyes. But it was obvious why - she was everything a guy could ever want, and she was a perfect girl for the golden boy. How could you even think about rivalling her?

What upset you the most, though, was how Lily always seemed to ignore him, looking away and rolling her eyes when his eyes met hers. You wanted to shake her, yell at her for being so ungrateful and wrack some sense into her brain. But all you did was stare quietly at the ground whenever James was near, zoning out so you didn’t have to hear the sickeningly mushy stuff which surely poured out his mouth in front of Lily.

So it was an understatement to say that your heart stopped when you heard your name coming out his mouth. You furrow your eyebrows, snapping back to the present as you press your palms down on the grass to lift your head from Lily’s lap. “What?”

James was looking at you anxiously now, with that glimmer in his eyes and a nervous smile. “Y/n, I um… I asked if you’d like to go to Hogsmeade with me? Tomorrow?”

You blink, the cogs still turning in your head. It was unfathomable, James Potter asking you out. Surely, it had to be a joke or a dare or something. Or maybe he meant to ask Lily, that was probably it. He had just asked the wrong person and was too nice to go back on his word, right?

“But you like Lily!” you blurt out immediately, a pang of hurt overwhelming you, for both you and your best friend. James’ eyebrows bunch up in puzzlement, his lips slowly twisting up into an almost comical smile. “Lily? You think I like Lily?”

You were sure you’d get whiplash from how fast you turned around to look at Lily, seeing her eyebrows bunched in confusion. “So, you don’t like me, Potter?”

He chuckles, a bit of the tension leaving his muscular frame as he shakes his head. “Redhead, you’re cool and all. But Y/n….” His gaze flicks over to you, and the affection in his eyes made you want to melt into a pool of hot mush.

Lily starts to smile, before it turns into a full-blown grin and she turns to you, nudging your elbow suggestively.

“Me?” you question slowly, suspiciously. You didn’t want to admit it, but your heart felt like it was going to burst even at the prospect of going out with him. “You like me?”

James immediately nods, turning slightly red at how long it was taking him to get an acceptance from you. But then again, he thinks he’d wait a lifetime for you to say yes, and he’d wait forever even if you said no.

Just then, you hear a loud cough on your left, and turn to see Severus glaring at you with a deadpan expression on his face.

You feel an arm bristle the hair on your head as Lily reaches over from your right, mussing up your brother’s hair. You laugh as he swats her away, tsking and cursing under his breath. “Shut up, Sev. Let my girl have her moment.”

Severus, to his credit, does shut up. Though he still has that bleary, stormy look on his face.

You turn back to James, slightly dizzy as the thought began to plant itself in your brain. The smile on his face was asking a million questions, holding a hundred insecurities. Yet you knew that there was only one right answer to them all.

“Yes,” you say softly, your lips beginning to curve upwards. Your heart was beating so loud, you were sure he could hear it.

“Yeah?” he asks, starting to grin. He lets out an exhale and scratches the back of his head, smiling at the floor before looking back at you. “Alright, then. I’ll pick you up outside the Great Hall, 5pm.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” He beams at you, and it’s the most beautiful you’ve ever seen a person look before. “Bye, Y/n. And redhead, and Snivellus.”

James winks at you before turning around, causing your heart to jump and lodge itself in your throat. He jogs back to his group of friends waiting with wide eyes and bated breath.

A moment later, you can hear the cheers and whoops from across the field.

You turn back to Severus, afraid of what you’d find. He’s gazing at you with a terse expression on his face as you gulp anxiously.

“I’m sorry. If you’re not okay with it…”

“No. You are not going to bail out on him,” he says, the firmness in his voice catching you by surprise. “I know how long you’ve been waiting for this. And this is something you need to learn to do, getting your hands on the things you want. You’re a Snape, you always get what you want, you hear me?”

You nod helplessly.

“And if what you want is Potter,” he sneers, “Then Potter it is. Just don’t expect me to play nice.”

A small smile graces your lips. “Thank you.” You know he’d understand what you meant, all the things you were thanking him for.

You can see him start to soften, though perhaps that frown would be etched on his face permanently. He sighs, “Yes, yes. You’re welcome.”

Lily squeals and forcefully turns you towards her, gripping your hands. “This is awesome.”

“You’re just glad he doesn’t like you.”

“Am not!” she exclaims, but the mirth in her eyes betrays her.

You sigh, smiling bemusedly as you lie back down on her lap, watching her continue to craft the flower crowns. Maybe you’d give James one tomorrow, though you doubt he could look more beautiful than he already did.

[the-crow-binary]

@ariawen Hi, as a games fan who started to get really interested into them after watching the first seasons of the original NFCV show, allow me to explain, once again. :) (it will be like a summary of this post, and this one, and many other posts that were not all made by me and that would take too much time for me to find. just know there is a lot and that summary is non-exhaustive)

The adaptations don't respect anything coming from the games. It doesn't have any of it's themes, the Belmont clan is treated like dirt, respectable characters have been turned into rude jerks (except Hector who was turned into a weak puppy with no agency :)), every female character has been turned into a #girlboss, multiple characters have been changed so much that they are basically OCs with game characters names (Carmilla, Isaac, Elisabeth/Erzsebet, Drolta, Olrox, Annette), Dracula who is the biggest antagonist of the CV games, the MAIN one, is killed in two seasons and the whole "cycle of revenge and resurrection" is thrown out the window. Dracula isn't even killed by Trevor, and let me tell you, Belmonts killing Dracula is a VERY big deal in the games and one of the MOST IMPORTANT parts of the lore. Instead it's Alucard killing him because they wanted to make Symphony of the Night way too early.

The Dracula VS Belmont clan duality is non-existent. Dracula has received one of the biggest downgrades of the adaptations (he is nothing but some kind of vampire king who can't even make his own court listen to him and is killed by a fucking wooden stick, when in the games, he is the Dark Lord, the most powerful evil being to exist, basically Satan, is obeyed and respected by all creatures of the Night, can turn into a giant demon, basically he is way more intimidating annd terrifying in the games, and at full power, he can only be killed by the Vampire Killer. And talking about the VK...)

The ancestral whip of the Belmont Clan is not that special in the shows, when it's the most powerful weapon to exist in the games (and is infused with the soul of the ex-betrothed of the Belmont clan's founder). The Morning star, wich in game was an enhancement of the VK, is now another, more powerful weapon... that disappeared in Nocturne. They are not even coherent with their own lore.

And even the writing of the shows themselves are not great. It's rushed, the LGBT representation is straight up insulting (bisexuality shown through a rape scene? a relationship so rushed it's ridiculous and the only reason why people like it is because the characters in it are hot? a scene where one of them is probably mind controlled? really? the best LGBT relationship that is shown is between two lesbian vampires who barely have any screentime and no real importance to the plot.), bestiality jokes, Alucard pissing on screen, "fuck" and "shit" thrown every two seconds, OP Sypha, rape apologism, N!Isaac stealing the arc of Game!Hector and making it worse (he literally uses his religion, that he didn't have before, as an excuse to killing people. he keeps killing most of the people he meets then by the time he reaches Hector in the end we are supposed to believe he is a changed man). Wich is a good summary of the shows tbh: It does not take much from the games, but what it does, it destroys. Nocturne is even worse in term of writing. Lots of boring moments, laughable choices such as making a super dramatic scene in the beginning of the season where Maria burries one of her bird and everyone cries with Edouard singing and it's literally so stupid (we don't know her yet, nor her birds, no one cares). The show happening during the French Revolution this far is at best, useless, at worse, insulting. Using foreign cultures for diversity points without any care put into it.

The themes of the games: Generational trauma, cycle of hatred and revenge, fated to fight for eternity, coping/struggling with fate(you can't fight it. if you try, it's only going to make things worse.), "fate is horrible but necessary", coping with death, eternal fight of good VS evil, family tragedies, believing in the best in people because that's all you have, fall from grace, redemption (from past sins), (gaining) agency, freedom/independence, humanity, self-affirmation...

The themes of the shows: CHURCH BAD, fake deepness (the games did better), trying to pretend it has the "struggling with fate" thing with N!Richter when it was already ruined by N!Trevor, "family member died", coping with death but ruined (Dracula being depicted as deserving of an happy ending and don't receiving any consequences after he tried to kill every human, when in the games, he was tragic, yes, but it was clear he was in the wrong) or boring, woman on man rape okay because she hot and he got hard haha, slavery bad, Belmonts stupid, swear words funny...

And to top it all off, the thing that irritates us the most, is not just that the shows basically destroy the games with no respect whatsoever. It's not just the fact that it became super popular and now NFCV is what comes into the mind of most people when we say "Castlevania". It's not just that the people liked them, or that they decided that Castlevania was a good game to be political with. No.

The worst is that people feel the need to shit on the games in order to praise their shows.

Trust me that game fans would be more than happy to ignore the shows and just consider them as their own alternate universe if they could. It's the shows fans that won't allow us to. Because they can't tag their shit right. Because they can't just see the show and not compare it to the games they know nothing about. Because they can't comprehend that liking a show doesn't mean the show is good. Because they can't, or refuse to see the very obvious problems their beloved shows have, even as it's own show. And it's not just individuals on the internet, but reporters as well. It's really, horribly irritating, when we come across an article that praise NFCV for being SO GOOD and SO SUPERIOR TO THE GAMES. And it's even more infuriating when they praise the show for some things that THE GAMES DID BETTER.

The games had a core, things that gave it it's identity, things that made "Castlevania" Castlevania. And the "adaptations" butchered it. Of course we're going to be mad about it, and the fact it became more popular. We're not anti-adaptation, we're anti-BAD adaptation that does not do justice to our games. Especially when said adaptation becomes more popular and considered "better".

I see that already some viewers of nocturne think Richter's an asshole. This is just one of many examples of the show changing a character's personality traits.

In the games, Richter is a very nice man! He has a strong sense of justice, and is compassionate about others. He's not an asshole like nocturne leads you to believe.

Also, his family legacy plays a much bigger role in the games. It would eventually lead to his fall from grace. But that's another story for another time.

[wroetominter]

Close - George Clarke

In which George and Y/n are good friends, and a really shit bet makes them get even closer.

Pairing: George Clarke X FemReader

Warnings: none

———

The YouTube friend groups were always a bit odd weren’t they. A few people who just got along well would end up filming together consistently to the point where it was almost weird to see them filming alone. I had ended up in a weird mix of people. I occasionally filmed with larger group settings for challenge videos, or adventures but mainly stuck with my core group. This consisted of ArthurTV, Arthur Hill, ChrisMD, George Clarke, and Italian Bach.

We had found each other through mutual friends on TikTok, finding we made similar content so it just sort of worked out. I didn’t fully anticipate becoming such good friends with them, though.

I had moved into the same apartment complex as Chris, Arthur Hill, and George a few months back, and since then it had become quite the regular occurrence for us all to hang out together and watch movies, play games, or even just have dinner together.

I found myself most friendly with George. We sort of just understood each other. We had similar personalities and humor, so we got along the best in the group. He would come around to my flat more often than anything, mainly to escape the chaos that was sometimes their flat.

Today for instance, I was in my kitchen, making myself some breakfast when there was a knock at my door.

Walking towards the noise, I was met by George standing there with a mug in his hand and his laptop tucked under his arm.

“D’ya mind if I edit here? Chris is recording a voice over and I can’t even hear myself think.” George asked, looking incredibly annoyed at the shorter boy.

“Don’t mind at all, make yourself at home. Do you want some toast?” I asked him, figuring it was rude to eat in front of my new guest.

“Nah I’m alright thanks. Just ate.” We sat together at my kitchen island in a comfortable silence, both focused on our own things.

Nearly an hour later, I felt my back aching from the way I was sitting.

“I’m moving to the couch, my back is killing me. Care to join?” I asked him.

He simply nodded and I already made my way to my sofa, stretching my arms above my head and maneuvering around until I could feel some of my muscles relaxing.

I felt George’s hands on my shoulders, thumbs working their way into a few knots at the base of my neck. I welcomed the kind gesture, humming at the way it was unwinding my knots.

“You’re a lifesaver George. What would I do without you?” I asked.

“Be really tense probably.” I laughed at his joke.

—

A few days later, sprawled out on the couch in the boys flat we all were watching one of the lord of the rings movies. By watching, I did mean I was trying really desperately not to fall asleep.

“I just don’t understand the appeal of this movie series” I commented aloud, being met with nothing but “shhh!” From Arthur and Chris who were sat on the opposite side of the couch from me.

George patted my legs that were laid across his lap, grabbing my attention.

“I don’t get it either. Falling asleep to be honest.” He mumbled, crossing his arms across his chest. I decided to take him up on that offer, and pulled the blanket off the back of the couch, scooting to the side on the couch and patting the space beside me. George gladly occupied the space and I threw the blanket over us, snuggling in to get some sleep.

“Fucking wankers, honestly both of them. Can’t even stay up for one of the greatest movies of all time.” I was woken up by Arthur shouting at George and I.

“If by greatest you mean greatest lullaby, then yes Arthur it’s a smash.” I grumbled, trying to get myself to fall back asleep. George’s chest moved beneath my head as he laughed at my joke. A pillow was then thrown at us. We just moved it and continued our slumber.

—

Going out for the evening usually meant George and I babysitting the boys. I wasn’t too heavy of a drinker, usually enjoying only one or two drinks, and we were all aware that George was just an incredibly tolerant individual when it came to his drinks.

The other boys? Not so much.

We had been to two pubs thus far on our journey through London, and both of the Arthur’s were already pissed from about 3 drinks each.

“How many drinks do you reckon they’ll be able to get down them?” George asked me, lazily throwing his arm over my shoulders.

I instinctively snuggled into him, noting the soft smell of his cologne.

“I bet 4 more each and they’re gone.” I said. George stuck his hand out to me.

“I’ll take that bet. I think they’ll only need three more.”

“What are we betting?” I asked him.

“Ah I don’t know, we’ll think of something later. Maybe loser has to make dinner or something.” He suggested.

I watched as the boys necked drink after drink, and unfortunately for myself, Arthur Hill threw up in a bush on our way home after having only three additional drinks. ArthurTV did me justice however and kept himself together decently, although he was stumbling like crazy around the streets.

“Are you sure you’ll make it alright?” I asked ArthurTV for a third time as he booked himself an Uber back to his flat.

“M’fine. Bach is going to make sure I get home safely.” I gave him a quick hug goodbye and followed Arthur and George into our building.

Arthur was slumped over George’s shoulder, stumbling like crazy.

“How are you this drunk?” George asked him.

“Had a few secret shots. Shhhh don’t tell Y/n!” He said, completely oblivious to the fact that I was in fact, in the hallway with them.

“I’m going to put him to bed. Do you want to watch anything together or are you off to bed?” George asked me. I peered at the time, it was only 11:30pm, and I had had some caffeine. I was good to stay awake quite some time longer.

“We can continue watching that cooking show if you like?” He nodded.

“Sounds like a plan, I’ll see you there in a few.”

I made my way to my flat, leaving the door unlocked for when George made it over.

I changed into some pajama pants and a loose tshirt, getting my makeup off and face washed for a cozy night on the sofa.

I made some popcorn, putting it into a bowl when George entered the flat.

“Did you want to watch in here or in the bedroom?” He asked. I pondered this for a minute. The tv in my room was better, and I would probably be much comfier in bed.

“Let’s do bed, then if I crash we don’t have to move.” I brought the popcorn with, grabbing some extra throw pillows and making us a good spot to rest our backs.

George lifted his arm, letting me cuddle into him as he flicked the remote to the cooking show we had been watching together.

About half way into the episode, George paused the show, moving the now empty bowl to the side.

I looked up to him inquisitively, only to find him already looking at me.

“Do I have popcorn on my face?” I asked, feeling a little silly if I did.

“I didn’t get to cash in on my bet win earlier.” He responded.

I tilted my head “go on then, what do you want?”

He paused for a minute, then reached his hand out, caressing the side of my face. He leaned forward, closing the small gap between us and kissing me.

It’s not that I hadn’t ever thought about George this way, I mean, being best friends with someone this attractive you’re bound to have some thoughts here and there. I just didn’t know he felt them too.

We pulled back for air, and I saw a cheesy smile creeping across George’s lips.

“What?” I laughed with him, smiling back at him.

“Didn’t expect you to kiss me back to be honest. I’m just really relieved you did.”

“Of course I’d kiss you back. I’d be stupid not to wouldn’t I?”

“I think I’d be the stupid one if I waited any longer to make a move on you.” I laughed and snugged closer to him, pressing a few more kisses to his lips.

“I think you made the right choice.”

[olderthannetfic]

/olderthannetfic/769334704445997057/another-fandometrics-year-in-review-another-bevy

I am - genuinely - very sympathetic to the frustrations of solely f/f shippers and I DO think some people are a little too quick to shrug off the lack of f/f in fandom spaces with “lack of representation in media what can you do” when fandom is all about assigning personalities and backstories to one-line characters. HOWEVER. As someone who likes all kinds of ships, the experiences I have had across many MANY fandoms with solely f/f shippers treating people who also liked the main m/m ship as traitors and bad feminists, not to mention the number of people who have told me, a trans man, that I HAVE to write more f/f and less m/m For The Sisterhood, has made me LESS likely to engage in f/f, not more. Some of y’all are your own worst enemy when it comes to this stuff I swear. (Hashtag not all femslashers, hashtag some of my best friends are femslashers, etc)

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Demands that people defend and explain perfectly commonplace things always end up generating dumber and dumber explanations.

I agree that that explanation by itself is kind of weak, but "Why are you asking only about AO3?" (as people often are) plus representation problems plus the other commonly cited reasons add up to a perfectly sufficient explanation. People just don't like what they're hearing.

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The kind of f/f fandom people are often looking for—a by cis wlw, for cis wlw one—is not that different in size from the by cis mlm, for cis mlm one. They are both small.

Yes, I know they pretend that's not what they mean. They are lying. Possibly to themselves. Just look at the bawwwwing over the idea that cis men liking f/f could add to the amount of f/f art or the audience for the same.

Many AO3 slashers are better compared to transbian catgirls making lesbian furry porn or cis dudes horny for Buffy/Faith or something. There are plenty of people who care about f/f. They're just not necessarily the ~right~ people in the right spaces making the right art to count in some wanker's statistics.

Part of the reason our explanations and discussions always sound so bonkers is that we constantly compare apples to oranges.

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And while we're at it, let's talk about that hoary old ~one-line character~ thing.

The reality is that we like to talk about how we elevate random walk-on characters, but the vast majority of shippy AO3 fanfic is about fairly major characters. Clint/Coulson was bizarrely popular in 2012. It has been twelve years. It is time to get over it.

On top of most things focusing on leads, the focus is often on characters who are given a lot of interiority. The audience is invited to be in their head and care about their feelings. People aren't usually good at analyzing film, so they use more familiar metrics involving text: how many lines do they have in the script? How many minutes does that translate to on screen? They don't know how to quantify a character being treated as an object to be looked at beyond "Booty shorts bad". But it's not general sex appeal or amount of skin on display that matters here.

As audiences, we respond to film grammar and "Just happen to like" or not like some character as a result of it, but we aren't aware of the mechanics, so we can't explain why beyond vague spluttering and "How dare you! Everyone should think this because it's the natural response!"

In general, media with multiple central women who have intense relationships with each other and who are conventionally attractive generate plenty of interest in f/f. Media with one hot girl who has the camera trained on her ass all the time while the men do everything interesting usually don't.

It's a no brainer and the harebrained explanations come from trying to look deeper to find the secret conspiracy where there is none.

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The biggest mistake of most of this dumb discourse is "But I see all these queer women here. Why isn't there more f/f?"

This presupposes some default "normal" level of f/f without any actual justification for why that would be expected. You see the same nonsense from people going "Why is there so much m/m?"

What's the default? 10% because of the fake statistic that 10% of people are gay? 75% because action movies are sausagefests and all the important relationships are between men? What's the "normal" level of femslash? 25% because f/f, f/m, m/m, and gen are all equally valid? 80% because lots of fanfic writers are women?

Chasing one precise number is a fool's errand, but building a whole theory on the idea that there's an implicit number without even digging into that assumption is more foolish still.

When you look at the fanfic (or art!) spaces that are full of dudes, they often look like a bit of a mirror of AO3. Lots of het still. Lots of f/f. Lots of lady blorbos people are obsessed with. Limited m/m. Depending on the space, there might be a lot more gen. It's not perfectly 1:1, but then AO3 isn't precisely like other chick-heavy fanfic spaces anyway.

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In my experience, the thing that makes a blorbo take off is that they're fairly major in canon, often driving the narrative even if they aren't the main protagonist, and they show up early.

In the cases where they weren't there at the very beginning, them showing up was the catalyst for fans who like this type of character to get into the canon at all. It's not just Castiel: you see it with Methos from Highlander and plenty of others. It's usually in a context where that fandom didn't have that much established for this type of fan. There wasn't a second dude to pair the lead with or the ship turned some people off or something. Highlander, for example, had fucktons of het shippers, both of canon het and of various OFCs and canon dudes. It was the slashers who stampeded over there when friends told them there was new ship potential for m/m. SPN... Sam/Dean was very popular on LJ, but I think it's obvious why a viable non-brother ship was of interest to people. I watched tons of people get pimped into Teen Wolf for Sterek. Of course they ended up liking it and not really caring about other ships: they were pre-selected to like that specific vibe. (And they are all wrong because Scott is the best and Derek has weird teeth.) The same thing happens with f/f. People get into media all the time because they're promised such-and-such a ship dynamic.

Wynonna Earp had plenty of people who were there for the women because the women are who matter for the most part. People were super into the canon f/f because it's hot and because it didn't seem like they were just going to get hit by a bus and shooed out of the narrative.

How many things that everybody and their sister saw have that many main women who matter? Some, definitely, but they're outnumbered by the sausagefests and by the things with very central het. Not everything with a huge audience gets a big fanfic fandom, but most things with big fanfic fandoms do have a big audience. You need critical mass to make a fandom happen.

Something like MCU has a variety of tasty shipping options, but the characters it spent all its time on first were the small selection of guys fandom cares the most about. When other characters were established very early, they also had an early spurt of fandom. I can't be the only one who remembers Pepperony fandom on LJ. It wasn't just people tagging canon ships in the background: Pepper/Tony shippers were a whole thing.

Yes, there are exceptions, but we make a big deal of them while ignoring the overall pattern.

Again, it is time to get over Clint/Coulson, Arthur/Eames, and people hallucinating that Hux had a personality in that first movie.

These are rare exceptions, and they're all snark-based at that. Darcy Lewis was also obnoxiously popular based solely on a few lines of snark, but that didn't count because she wasn't the correct and virtuous choice of favorite female character.

(Seriously, you should have seen the whining about all the people horny for Darcy who didn't give a fuck about boring Jane. Sorry, but your blorbo is a snooze and mine has amazing tits in addition to being funny.)

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Let's go look at what's big on AO3 since it's easy and that's what other lazy statistics compilers do and then base their whining on:

Looking at the M/M tag, here's the sidebar:

Castiel/Dean Winchester (111856)

Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter (70823)

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski (70134)

Sherlock Holmes/John Watson (67796)

James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers (61397)

Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) (56548)

Minor or Background Relationship(s) (55109)

Sirius Black/Remus Lupin (49179)

Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku (46679)

Steve Rogers/Tony Stark (44754)

I'm seeing canons with huge audiences. Teen Wolf and SPN are way more popular in fanfic fandom, relatively speaking, but they're certainly not obscure media.

I'm seeing a lot of leads. Sirius/Remus does stand out a little: they aren't walk-ons, but fanon did elevate them. Same with Draco, but main protagonist/most obvious nemesis is hardly a surprising ship type.

Let's play with exclude filters and see what's next (numbers won't be exact since this is via excluding the previous batches):

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson (43234)

Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji/Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian (40115)

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V (38398)

Keith/Lance (Voltron) (32757)

Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs) (32744)

Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester (31834)

Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) (31527)

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin) (31011)

Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter (30819)

Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood (30133)

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson (27403)

Original Male Character/Original Male Character (26854)

Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou (26854)

Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin (26454)

Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov (26453)

Clay | Dream/GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF) (21154)

Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion (20946)

James T. Kirk/Spock (20716)

Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin (20561)

Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet (20113)

Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru (20039)

Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio (18806)

Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel (18013)

Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier (17577)

Dan Howell/Phil Lester (17518)

Levi Ackerman/Eren Yeager (17404)

Han Jisung | Han/Lee Minho | Lee Know (17390)

Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou (17141)

Tartaglia | Childe/Zhongli (Genshin Impact) (17041)

Harry Potter/Severus Snape (16773)

Oh look: more leads.

Sure, there are some little oddities, like the fact that taekook is obviously the worst BTS ship and it is a personal attack on me that it is that popular. But come the fuck on: this is a parade of some of the most famous musicians and most popular anime, shows that had huge audiences and particularly huge audiences of the type that like fanfic.

Let's have a look at f/m:

Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug (33773)

Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy (33031)

Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s) (29586)

Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren (24192)

Minor or Background Relationship(s) (21606)

James Potter/Lily Evans Potter (21088)

Kylo Ren/Rey (16028)

James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader (15922)

Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley (15635)

Sirius Black/Remus Lupin (15335)

Pepper Potts/Tony Stark (14552)

Fox Mulder/Dana Scully (14214)

Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin (13616)

Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson (11471)

Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak (11383)

Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Emma Swan (11272)

Castiel/Dean Winchester (11187)

Other Relationship Tags to Be Added (10529)

Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov (9750)

Original Character(s)/Original Character(s) (9736)

Okay, it is AO3 after all, so some m/m ships have snuck in there, but the general trend is still leads, leads, leads, now with some readerfic. (For James/Lily, you can blame the insanity that is Marauders fandom on TikTok, or so I hear.)

And f/f:

Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor (21520)

Original Female Character(s)/Original Female Character(s) (17873)

Evil Queen | Regina Mills/Emma Swan (16168)

Minor or Background Relationship(s) (13681)

Clarke Griffin/Lexa (12876)

Adora/Catra (She-Ra) (11532)

Amity Blight/Luz Noceda (10880)

Sirius Black/Remus Lupin (10532)

Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends) (8925)

Blake Belladonna/Yang Xiao Long (7766)

Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler (7369)

Korra/Asami Sato (7146)

Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair (6720)

Other Relationship Tags to Be Added (6684)

Waverly Earp/Nicole Haught (5764)

Original Character(s)/Original Character(s) (5529)

Chloe Beale/Beca Mitchell (5347)

Laura Hollis/Carmilla Karnstein (4895)

Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo (4662)

Charlie Magne | Morningstar/Vaggie (4402)

Thirteenth Doctor/Yasmin Khan (4284)

Alex Danvers/Maggie Sawyer (4223)

Rose Lalonde/Kanaya Maryam (3936)

Eve Polastri/Villanelle | Oksana Astankova (3876)

Maya Bishop/Carina DeLuca (3700)

Sister Beatrice/Ava Silva (3689)

Castiel/Dean Winchester (3664)

Maxine "Max" Caulfield/Chloe Price (3471)

Miranda Priestly/Andrea Sachs (3394)

Ruby Rose/Weiss Schnee (3324)

Carmilla might be a little obscure compared to some media, and some other ships have snuck in here, but again, we're seeing some fairly prominent canons and the leads or at least main cast who have intense relationships in those canons. If most fantasy tv shows were Once Upon a Time, all of AO3 might be awash in nothing but swanqueen and captainswan.

The big thing that one sees is simply that f/f fandom often revolves around different media, while m/m and f/m are more likely to be into the same stuff that's full, full, full of main dudes getting to do things with one woman who matters.

We do not, in general, elevate anybody.

Not unless some very talented writer leads the way first with a juicy longfic that establishes all the fanon.

We repeat the myth that we do because it suits a certain narrative about how creative and transformative fandom is—and another equally popular narrative about how the lack of ship A/B is a ~conspiracy~ to rob one of one's rightful overflowing feed trough of fic.

It's bullshit.

We write about leads.

[pastlivesxpastlie]

Sigh. Bestfriend!Vessel my beloved… He just got back home from tour, you offer him some help to, ehm, „relax”, which turns into lazy couch sex that then turns into him confessing his love to you while cumming deep inside you… Sorry, I am that bitch unfortunately 💔 (also if you end up taking this request f!reader is preferable but gn is fine too :3 (<- or whichever you're most comfy with, I mean this is your writing after all lol))

Hello that bitch, I am too tbh. Not super lazy, but it's cozy

bff!vessel x f!reader ❣️

friends to lovers, smut with feelings, couch sex, love confessions

♡♡♡♡♡♡

With the tour at an end, most would think Vessel wanted to spend his first night back in his own home, but no. He wanted to be with his best friend. You couldn’t believe it when he knocked on your door completely unannounced, and he could have died when you jumped into his arms. 

“I hope it’s ok I’m here…” he murmurs.

“What?!” You brush his hair back a bit. “You’re always welcome here. You know that…never have to ask.”

He looks tired and jet lagged, you’re surprised he’s still awake. But he insists that he wants to stay up and watch something with you (and hopefully have a snack. Please PLEASE offer him a snack). Despite being worn out, Vessel still keeps his stick straight posture as he sits on the couch, his core engaged and hands stiffly in his lap. You nudge him, but he just nudges you back. Little shit. It becomes a little slap fight until he topples into your lap, calling you a wanker. But something stops you both from playing anymore. There’s a pause…barely a second of silence…and you feel like you’re about to kiss; it’s over as soon as it started. “Why did you nudge me?” Vessel whispers. You shake your head like you’re coming out of a daze.

“Oh, uhm, I was going to say you should stretch out. I can sit over there,” you nod to the chair, but Vessel shakes his head “no” without hesitation. And that’s how you ended up spooning on the couch, watching something inconsequential on TV. You feel safe in his arms…against his chest, the sound of his breathing and occasional chuckle comforting you. God, you missed him while he was gone, so much so that you found yourself jealous of everyone who got those parts of him while he was on the road. What was left for you when he got back? But that thought threatens to turn ugly—just be glad he’s here and makes time for you. You curl closer to him in an attempt to quell those thoughts when you feel him move behind you. Oh… was that… “Ves? Oh my god! Surely you got enough on the road,” you tease. 

He tries to squirm back. “I’M SORRY! IT’S A NATURAL REACTION,” he pleads. “And for your information, no I didn’t—“

“Oh you didn’t get enough? Pooooor you!” 

“NO! You cheeky thing. I was going to say before you interrupted me that I was too busy working to “get” anything. I’m a professional.”

You feel a little bad for saying that, hoping he didn’t think you thought poorly of him. “Sorry, Ves…I was kidding.”

“I know.” There’s that pause again. But it’s long this time. Is his grip tightening? And…there’s that thump against your lower back again. “Can’t just do that with anyone. Need to be…comfortable first.” He nuzzles into the back of your neck and groans softly…the epitome of “comfortable.”

“I…I get that. Comfortable or uhm…being comfortable first is really important…not just for me I mean everyone probably…” you feel that thump again but this time it’s pressed close to you. 

“Are you…comfortable,” Vessel asks 

You roll over to face him and take in that one final second before everything changes. “Quiet. And you?” A breath. Your lips meet so tenderly it’s almost painful, the only thing soothing the ache is Vessel’s wide hand cupping the side of your face. It’s not surprising that he’s a good kisser, but you just can’t believe how natural it feels to kiss him. Your hand wanders under his shirt and traces the ridges of his muscles. Ves pulls back and whimpers against your lips…how are you supposed to resist that?

“You feel so fucking good,” he rasps. Your blood runs hot as his kisses trail down your jaw to the crook of your neck. “You wearing the perfume I got you for your birthday?” It’s a rhetorical question. He knows it is because he imagined what you’d smell like wearing it and nothing else for him. The way your core clenches and aches for him when he breathes in your scent scares you a little because you never thought you’d act on these feelings…but here you are letting him lift up your shirt and explore wherever he wants with his mouth. His soft kisses make your back arch, which presses your tits into his face even more much to his pleasure. “So soft for me…” he whispers before taking your nipple in his mouth. You moan and clamp your thighs together, desperate for any kind of attention down there. Ves chuckles and moans as you squirm from his affection. “You like that?”

“Yes…yes…don’t stop.”

“This is all you want?” God he’s so gentle, even when he bites at the fullest part of your breast. “Just want me to play with these all night,” he teases, “I can do…so much for you.” Vessel’s hand cups your pussy through your shorts, his fingers tremble. “May I?” You nod softly and bite your lip, watching him sit up to take off his shirt. “Get undressed for me.” 

Now it’s Vessel’s turn to bite his lip and let his eyes go hazy. Watching you strip for him because you’re so comfy with him is the stuff of his naughty little fantasies. Oh how he’s longed for you even when you’re close enough to touch. He moves you to lay back on your side again and gently caresses your slit when you’re spread open for him. He’s already pulled off his sweats, and you’re trying to grind down towards him but the way he holds your leg aloft against his chest keeps you in place. Needy. Grinding nothing, begging for your best friend’s cock. Vessel sees this and chuckles softly.

“You good? Ready?” He whispers as he timidly presses the head of his cock against your entrance. 

“Fuck…please…” 

Ves plants a foot on the floor and presses into you. You both moan together. His whimpers and your gasps sound absolutely sinful as he pumps you. The feeling of fullness is so sweet but he doesn’t want to stop there. When Vessel bottoms out, he presses into you just the tiniest bit more, letting the weight and heat of us pubic bone rest against you. He breathes hard, looking down at you in awe, and starting fucking you. He growls and grabs at your thigh, your tummy. Any soft yummy part he can grab. Your back arches out of desperation. You want to move. To fuck him back. But his wide hands keep you still…his perfect doll. “Look at you…so perfect…split on my cock…taking it so good. So tight and pretty…aren’t you?” he pants. But you can only whimper in response, which makes him smile. A genuine, sweet smile…the one you fell in love with. His hand finds your chin and keeps you looking at him as he slows down. “Hey…do you know…what a sweetheart you are? My sweetheart.” He thrusts harder. “My only sweetheart.” He shudders and moans pathetically. He can’t go slow anymore. The only thing he can do is chase both of your climaxes with hard, steady thrusts. “I love you….fuck…d-do you know that? I love you.” he groans out as he cups your face. “Just you…it’s….ffffuuuuccccckkkk” he can hardly hang on… “it’s always you.”And then you whisper what he’s been dying to hear for years.. 

“Ves…mm…I love you…I love you so much.”

The way you pant between your words and give yourself over to him gives him a jolt. “Where may I cum? Please…please I just want to cum for you.” Your hands find his, one on your face, the other still propping up your thigh.”

“Cum in your sweetheart.”

[moonstruckme]

Hii honey!! I hope you’re doing good, would you be willing to write about the reader trying to quit smoking weed and either Sirius or Remus helps her through it <3. I’m currently on day 2 of quitting and it’s SO HARD, but it’ll be good for me

Hi lovely, thank you for requesting! Hope quitting is going okay for you, I've heard the first week is the worst but I'm rooting for you!

cw: weed (reader isn't smoking but is around people who are), reader has hair long enough to reach her neck

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 844 words

The sound of Marlene flicking her lighter reaches you like a siren’s call. You can hear it from across the room, your head turning towards her automatically. She raises a blunt to her lips, smoke pluming from between them a moment later. You know it’s impossible, but you think you can smell it already. You breathe in like you can taste it. 

“I’m spent.” Sirius’ voice sounds like it’s coming from faraway, but his hand wrapping around your thigh is solid. It brings you back to your side of the room, where your boyfriend’s looking at you with a jovial grin and a knowing flicker in his eyes. “You ready to head out, gorgeous?” 

“I could stay longer if you want to,” you say, trying to tell him it’s okay. Even if there’s an insistent tugging in your middle, a familiar ache in your lungs, dying to bring you to where Marlene sits. 

Sirius doesn’t hesitate. “No, I think I’d rather get you to myself.” 

James groans for show, but his expression is fond as he watches Sirius pull you up from the couch and tug you playfully into his side. He loves seeing his best friend in love; he’s told you directly more than once. 

“We’ll see you tomorrow,” he says. “Rem’s off somewhere with Lily, but I’ll make sure he’s up in time.” 

“We could always push until the afternoon,” Sirius tries, grabbing both of your jackets from where they’re slung across the back of the couch. You feel a bit like you’re in a daze, the headache that’s been pestering you all day suddenly an insistent throb. 

“Fat chance.” James waves you both off with a laugh. “See you bright and early, Pads.” 

“Wanker,” Sirius mutters as you turn away, but he doesn’t stop to argue further, guiding you out of the party while you both call hasty goodbyes to your friends. When Marlene raises her hand in a wave, your vision narrows on the blunt between her fingers as you smile in reply. 

Outside, the night air is fresh and pleasantly cool. Goosebumps skitter up your arms, and you take your jacket from Sirius, letting him hold your bag while you shrug it on. 

“I thought we might walk home,” he says, watching you with something hidden in his expression as you pull your hair out of your collar and take your bag back. “Does that sound good?” 

“Yeah,” you agree, starting in the direction of Sirius’ place. Walking is good for your head when the cravings are bad like this, you’ve found. Your boyfriend knows this. “Thanks for getting me out of there.” 

He falls into stride beside you, slipping a hand into your back pocket like that’s where it belongs. “Figured I ought to do my part in keeping you out of trouble.” 

You huff a laugh. “Doesn’t sound much like you.” 

“I know.” Sirius’ nose wrinkles. Somehow he manages to make even that look pretty. “Look what you’re doing to me, sweetheart. I’m disgusted with myself.” 

You roll your eyes, and he grins, squeezing your butt playfully through your pants. Your laughter rings out sharply on the quiet street. 

“I wouldn’t worry too much,” you assure him. “You and your friends are still terrible influences on me.” 

Sirius gasps loudly. His hand slips from your back pocket and he fists both in the front of your jacket, a grin slicing across his face as he yanks you closer. “That so?” he asks in a low voice.

It’s impossible to keep your own lips from curving. “Mhm.” 

“I resent these accusations. We’ve just left a house full of saints. You can see their halos glowing right above their heads.” 

“Then you’ve had more to drink than I thought.” 

Sirius’ laugh rings out, loud and stomach-flipping. He kisses you soundly with a smile on his face, fingers still bunched in your jacket. “Really,” he says, slipping an arm around your waist as you start walking again, “do you want me to tell Marls not to smoke around you? I’m sure she wouldn’t mind taking it outside.” 

You take a deep breath. Remind yourself that the air clearing your head instead of muddling it is a good thing. “No, that’s alright. I’m going to have to get used to it eventually.” 

Sirius makes an agreeable humming sound. He presses a kiss to your temple. “Proud of you, sweetheart.” 

You huff a laugh, though the words start a pleasant buzzing in your chest. “Sap.” 

“Don’t tell Jamie.” 

“Oh, I’m telling him.” 

“No,” Sirius says firmly, as if you can’t hear the laughter in his tone, “it’s only for you. If you tattle on me I’ll have to stop doing it.” 

You roll your eyes, going quiet. It’s not so much an aquiescence as a contented silence, but you let your boyfriend take it for what he will. He squishes you up against his side fondly. 

“I am, you know,” he says, voice softening with sincerity. “I’m proud of you, baby.” 

You suppose that for now, that can be enough for you.

[klseay]

╰┈☆ 𝐵𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡 | 𝐹𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝑅𝑜𝑙𝑓𝑜 ☆┈╯

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡, 𝑡𝑜𝑝!𝐹𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑜, 𝑏𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑜𝑚!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙, 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔.

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: 𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒, 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒? 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑!!

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 5𝑘 (𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡)

Sunday evening, the 12th of August. Barcelona had just pulled a 5-1 victory against Real Madrid, winning an el clasico always made every player insides flutter.

“Great game” when her husky low voice met with your eardrums all other sounds got completely drowned out, the loud cheering from around the stadium was quickly muffled. The only thing that was ever your focus was her skin on yours as she pulled you into her warm, safe embrace.

That pair of arms that you not so often found yourself in, at times it was almost as if she were a stranger. And that hurt you deep to the core, for you didn’t want her to be unimportant.

A stranger.

Only teammates.

Pretty much the one way to describe the ‘friendship’ lingering in the air between you, the very fact made you feel sick to your guts, threatening to spill out everywhere.

“Thank you... you were great too” your soft voice mumbled into Frido’s shoulder was a sharp contrast to her harsher one, though never did it make anyone feel threatened as she did have ways with her words.

A voice emerging from behind the significantly taller swede made your shoulders sink as you exhaled deeply, never had you ever been so glad to be interrupted and pulled apart as right now when everyone huddled around, yelling and celebrating.

“So, are we going out tonight or what?” You speak trying to calm down the team that’s jumping frantically around you.

“Oh yeah, we are so going out” Alexia comes up and wraps an arm around your shoulder, squeezing it, her aura shining within her eyes.

“Yeah, regular place, Opium in Barcelona, at 10?” Patri speaks up, everyone around in the team agreeing.

The air in the locker room was thick with emotions, you could practically feel everyone, and everything vibrate. The Champions League trophy stood in all its glory, shining bright as stars in the night sky. It all felt too surreal, nothing felt real, you had dreamed of this all your life. And now it all feels too good to be true.

Pushing your feelings aside you quickly packed your things into your bag. A celebratory night out felt like just what was needed. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your phone buzzing.

Ashley.

Your best friend had sent you a message letting you know she couldn’t drive you. Her mom had urgently needed her help with her tv.

“Jesus Christ” You muttered under your breath, sighing deeply. “Alexia? can you drive me home?”

The room goes quiet as you finally spoke the first words after being silent for the last 16 minutes.

“Sure thing, Ashley couldn’t come?” She spoke as she sat down beside you, the rest of the team continuing their conversations.

“No when can she ever? Something important always comes up, she never got time for me” you muttered, leaning your head against the cold wall behind you.

“Who’s Ashley?” Frido and Ingrid had been having a conversation from the other side of the locker room. It wasn’t a secret to Ingrid that Frido obviously fancied you, but Frido would never admit it.

“Uh I don’t know, girlfriend maybe?” Ingrid says, untying her boots. Her attention split between studying her best friend’s expression and the two across the room.

“She sounds like a wanker though; I mean do you see Y/n’s expression every time she doesn’t show up?” Frido spoke, her voice rough and sharp.

“You get less subtle every week” Ingrid teased, her eyebrows raising and a playful smirk on her face.

“Oh, shut up” Frido spoke as she threw her shirt at Ingrid’s face. “It’s not like that and you know it”

“Mmm sure” Ingrid chuckled.

Arriving at your apartment, about one and a half hour before you’re meant to be at the club, you hurry through getting ready. Taking a quick shower, blow drying your hair and styling it, letting it fall down your back in soft curls.

The room was dimly lit as you worked on putting on your makeup, nothing too much, concealer, blush, a little bit of highlighter and mascara would do it just fine. Not that there was enough time for much more anyway.

Picking out an outfit however was anything but easy, you had no clue on how to dress, in the end after much forth and back on what to wear you finally settled. It was a matching black two piece consisting of a long-sleeved top that hugged your figure perfectly, showing off your cleavage, leaving very little to the imagination. Aswell as a short skintight skirt that went mid-thigh.

Both piece's had rhinestone details making the black a little less boring and a lot classier. Not bothering to be out partying in heels all night you threw on a pair of regular white air force's before grabbing your keys and hurrying out the house to call a cab.

Fifteen minutes later you found yourself outside Opium in the centre of Barcelona, the music was pumping, the sound of your own heartbeat getting lost in your ears and replaced by the beats of the music.

Your hands pulled on your skirt, adjusting it just the bit before making your way through the crowd to find your teammates.

"Here!" Alexia's voice snapped your head into the direction, you hurried their way, squeezing past people before reaching the team who were all sat in a booth.

"Frido and Ingrid should be here soon, but I couldn't wait so I ordered some shots" Mapi said before returning to her conversation with Cata who sat with a wide grin on her face next to Mapi.

Alexia, Patri and you had just floated into a light conversation when the server came up with a tray of shots. Everyone sat in the booth picked up a shot, so did you.

"To Y/N for scoring the winning penalty" Mapi shouted, making all of the girls’ cheer and lift their shots into the air. Laughing, you clink your glass with alexia's before downing the glass content.

You felt the hot liquid burning your throat as you tilted your head backwards, making a little face at the strong after taste. "Straight up tequila?"

"Damn right it is" Cata cheered, pushing Mapi playfully.

"Room for two more?" your head snapped at Frido's voice; it felt as the world got quiet as you took her in. She was dressed in black suit pants, with a white t-shirt and gold jewellery scattered across her, glistening in the lights of the club. Something so simple but oh so attractive.

"Fuck yeah! Come on!" Cata yelled again, very much likely already tipsy.  The two sat down in the booth, Ingrid close to Mapi and Frido sat down next to you.

Once again everyone floated into their own conversations, leaving you and Frido sitting quietly. Before things went to an awkward silence you spoke up "You look great tonight"

"So do you..." She answered while her eyes started to roam your body, you felt yourself grow hot under her lingering gaze, shifting just the tiniest in your seat to lessen the feeling. However, it was an unsuccessful try.

"I heard Ashley didn't show up..." Frido's attention had now shifted in front of her, not really looking at anything or anyone.

"Yeah... to be honest I couldn't care less, knew it was coming" you chuckled, taking a swig of the beer in front of you. Frido's eyes shifted to you again. "Who is she, if you don't mind me asking. Girlfriend?"

You almost spit your drink out at this, shaking your head you swallowed the liquid before replying "God no, I'd never date Ashley. She's just a friend, not a great one though recently" You shrugged, you really didn't fancy talking about her tonight.

"Well forget her, she's a twat" Frido spoke as she studied your face carefully. You gulped at her blue orbs flickering over your face, something about them made you feel so drawn in. Almost as if something pulled on your heart.

"Yeah, she is..." You managed a smile, looking down in your lap as your hands occupied themselves by fiddling with the beer bottle in your hands.

Frido was just about to say something more but got interrupted by Alexia who pulled on you. "Come on let's dance!" She spoke above the music, sending a weak smile to Frido, you got up and followed Alexia as well as most of the girls.

While you were dancing away with your teammates, Frido and Ingrid still sat at the booth. "Stop drooling" Ingrid nudged Frido's shoulder with her own, who in return glared at her.

"I'm not drooling, I don't drool over people" She spoke clenching her jaw, but her eyes kept drifting to you and the way your hips moved as you danced.

"Come on Be Honest, it's painfully obvious you fancy her." Ingrid groaned in frustration, "I- Fine she's nice to look at" Frido's voice was low, almost as if she was ashamed of admitting it.

"So why aren't you doing anything? I mean flirting never hurted anybody?" Ingrid spoke fiddling with her drink that stood in a crystal-clear glass on the table. "I'm too old for her" Frido sighed, running a hand through her blonde hair.

"No, you're really not-" Ingrid got cut off by Frido before she could finish her sentence. "Ingrid, stop bullshitting, of course I'm too old" Frido chuckled irritatedly, finding it humorous that Ingrid thought differently.

"It's only 4 years, come on, you're making a deal out of nothing. This is only because you want to avoid it" Ingrid speaks, sighing deeply at her best friend's antics. "She's attractive, you're not the only one with eyes, but if you don't do anything she's going to get picked up by someone who will"

Ingrid nodded her head in direction of the dancefloor, where you stood dancing with a stranger. She wasn't your type by any means, but affected by the alcohol you couldn't say no to a harmless dance.

Frido's teeth gritted together, and her jaw tensed up at the sight, fire lightning in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't help but stare down the girl, her hands clenching harshly every time she touched your body or grinded up against you.

"Why is she touching her like that?" Frido mumbled, the possessiveness in her growing, and it didn’t' go unnoticed by Ingrid. "Only an idiot would be stupid enough not to make a move on a girl like that"

Frido shook her head and temporarily took her eyes off you. "No, I can't Ingrid" Ingrid let out a simple hum "Why? I really struggle to see what's so difficult"

"I just- never mind, it doesn't matter, she's already occupied" Frido scoffed mockingly, shooting daggers at the girl dancing with you. "Oh my god you're so daft, just go up and steal her away it's not that difficult?"

Frido sighed deeply, she felt conflicted and confused, a part of her was begging for her to do something and not just being sat slouching and having an attitude. But the other part thought it was the most reasonable thing to do, if you wanted that girl to grind up on you, she wasn't the one to stop you from doing so.

"Hey love" Mapi spoke as she sat down next to Ingrid, giving her a quick kiss to the cheek. "Mapi please make Frido go up to Y/N before I lose my fucking mind"

Mapi looked between the two, Ingrid's face scrunched up with irritation about her friend's stubbornness, Frido's tense face, her body slouched against the back of her seat.

"Frido vamos, stop being a baby." Mapi spoke, Frido's head turned to Mapi. "Jesus did you not see the way she looked at you when you walked in?" Frido's eyebrows furred together in confusion, her face telling the story of not quite believing Mapi's words.

"She's right you know" Ingrid spoke to which Mapi looked at Frido with an expective face. The blonde took one last look at you before sighing in defeat "Fine, but it’s not for any of you”

Ingrid smirked giving her friend a light shove "Whatever floats your boat!"

Frido had already made up her mind as she stood up from her seat, brushing out her suit pants and straightening her shirt before making her way with purposeful strides in your direction. The swede made her way through a couple of people before reaching you, putting her hand on your shoulder.

This made both you and the stranger in front of you who you were dancing with stop dead in tracks, "Do you mind if I steal her?" Frido questioned, it wasn't really spoken as a question, more a demand.

"Yeah, I do actually! You see-" the redhead in front of you had no time to finish her sentence as you did it for her “Sorry… she actually promised me a dance” it was alie, Frido hadn’t promised anything.

But it seemed to be the best way to de-escalate the situation as you watched the girl turn on her heel and pushing through the crowd. Clear annoyance in both her body language and voice. "Lovely" Frido hummed through her clenched jaw.

"Hi" you said ever so softly, smiling up at Frido widely. Frido's heart caught in her throat, "Hey short stuff" She chuckled, putting her hands on the curves of your exposed waist, feeling your skin under her fingertips made her entire self-tingle and tickle.

Your own arms found their way up to around Frido's neck, letting them hang over her shoulders loosely. Every time her thumbs grazed the exposed skin on your waist you could feel your chest growing, breaths growing more rigid by each time. Something she clearly picked up on, though Frido refrained to speak about the matter.

"Who was she?" Frido said as she jerked her head to the direction where the girl had left. "I have no clue" the chuckle that left your lips were like freshly harvested honey; she’d never get tired of hearing you laugh. But right now, she had things on her mind that were by far more important than folding over your giggles. "Really? Cause it looked like you did."

With your eyebrows knitted together in confusion at Frido's tone you replied, "What's going on?" you tried to study her face for any sign, but much to your disappointment it was to no use, far too intoxicated to notice the obvious signs of jealousy.

"Nothing’s going on. I just don't believe she had the right to touch you like that since y’all don't 'know each other'." If the dizziness was apparent before it had just gotten ten times worse, the whole world spinning at your feet. "It wasn't anything, she's not my type, like at all.”

“Why won't you just tell me what's bothering you?"

You thought the bare minimum would be for her to at least answer your question, but she didn’t, the only reaction noticeable was Frido’s jaw clenching. "I'm taking you home" her hold on your sides tightened causing her nails to dig into your skin, if you weren’t as invested as you were right now the action most likely would have pulled out a yelp from you.

"What? Why?" you’d never felt this level on confusion before in your 26 years of living, Frido was acting up, she rarely ever did and that must say plenty to how odd this were. "Because I swear to god, if I see one more girl that's not me touching you like that I'll rip someone’s throat out” She practically growled, fuck that was hot, so hot that a surge of heat started pooling in your abdomen.

Your eyebrows shot up as you desperately tried to disguise the growing uncomfortability between your legs, with eyes flickering all over her face for any sign of banter you found nothing, she was serious…."You- wait, just so we're clear-" you had no chance of completing your sentence before she cut you off.

"I want you. And it's been painful sitting, watching women graze your body with their filthy hands all over you" She spat out, her jaw was so tense it wouldn't be to your surprise if it exploded soon enough.

"Frido you... you can't just say things like that when were in a club..." You said looking around you, people minding their own business, having no interest in your conversation. It wasn’t because the thought of being overheard scared you, the pounding music was far too loud for anyone to hear what was said.

The problem was just simple as you didn’t know how to control yourself, how could you ever stay composed after what she just told you when you barely could be around her.

"That's why I want to take you home; now will you follow me?"

Fuck her and her commanding tone…

(Oh, you were going to fuck her)

The swede let go of you, much to your disappointment; before reaching out a hand for you to grab which you did, smiling ever so slightly letting out a breathy “Yeah”

She grinned, licking her lips wet before pulling you along to the booth. "Hey, I'm taking her home" Cata, Alexia and Ingrid looked up at the two of you. Ingrid smirking as her eyes flicker between you and Frido, she knew oh well what would happen.

"Yeah, we're also going to get going soon" Cata spoke, sending the both of you a small smile. Frido gave a nod in return as she continued pulling you along, her hand moving to rest against the small of your back.

“Use protection!!” Ingrid’s voice rang through your ears that forced a chain reaction to your body, heat trailing from your very earlobes, down to your cheeks, chest, stomach until it finally added to the already pool in your core.

“That won’t be needed” her words were more to herself then to Ingrid or you, but nonetheless it made your face grow even hotter, coming outside into the chilly air outside the club was very helpful though.

Frido’s place wasn’t far from where you’d just stepped out off so you decided to walk the walk instead of taking an unnecessary uber that would simply only contribute to ‘poverty’. No, you were quite wealthy both of you, but to put it straight there was no point for you to take a ride when it was only a 15-minute walk.

Though you realized quickly that not calling for a ride might’ve been a mistake due to how significantly the tension grew in the biting air around you. Her hand held steadily onto yours, her thumb drawing soft, irregular pattern to try and soothe your obvious tense state.

As her apartment complex came into sight the bundle of nerves inside you started clamming together, the bare feeling making you subconsciously tighten your grip on Frido’s hand.

She waited until you were right outside her door before speaking up “Hey, you know we don’t have to do this, yeah? We could always just chill and- “

“No, I… I want this. I want you.” Her striking azure-coloured eyes made you feel small, so small, but in the most pleasing way ever. Frido wasted no time in fishing up her keys from the pocket of her trousers, fiddling with the lock for a moment before the door opened.

“You first” she spoke invitingly as she held out her arm presenting her home to you, with a hesitant look in your eyes you took a few steps into the open space. The minimalistic furniture reflected her so well, to a difference it did not make the place feel cold or distant.

The soft orangey lightning that spread throughout the hallway served its purpose, making it feel homey yet the simple décor.

When you turned around to face Frido her hands were on you, gripping your hips in an instant, her nails digging through the skimpy material of your skirt. Soon enough her lips crashed against yours in a bruising kiss, it wasn’t rushed by any means, but it was rough and harsh.

There was no point in trying to win the battle of dominance in regards of your tongue fight, you had come to senses that she would take control long ago.

And you were not complaining.

She backed you through the apartment careful not to run into anything as she guided you towards the bedroom, as for your focus it was completely on her, all other thoughts completely clouded.

Under time your hands arms had moved to wrap around her neck with one hand caressing the back of it gently, stroking up and down with your thumb, occasionally giving it a squeeze.

Your knees buckled beneath you whenever you focused in on the sloppy sounds that your soaked lips made.

Eventually Frido had managed to manoeuvre to her bedroom and with very little force she kicked the door open impatiently. “You still sure about this?”

You nodded eagerly as you felt the back of your knees encounter the edge of the bed, she helped you lay down onto your back, climbing to be on top of you.

Looking down at you with expectant eyes as she had shifted her hands to use them whilst propping herself up on each side of your head, “I need words baby”

She whispered against your plump before pulling you into another kiss, one that made your back arch, and your toes want to curl.

“Please…” it was an embarrassingly needy whisper that left your mouth in between the kisses, right now you couldn’t give more fucks about how you sounded.

“Please what?” Frido said as she nibbled on your lower lip seductively.

“Fuck me… please”

That was enough for Frido, honestly more then enough if we’re being honest. “As you wish… but first. Strip”

Oh, fuck her and her commanding tone.

Without hesitation you did just what she had asked of you, stripping out of your top and skirt, a dark chuckle leaving her lips at the sight of you so desperately shedding your clothing.

“Nuh uh baby, these too.” She pulled on your bra strap likewise as the waist bands of your panties, letting both go with a snap making you grimace at the stinging sensation that burned where she’d touched.

Your reactions did unholy things to Frido, absolute nasty things, her lower stomach might as well be a swimming pool at this point.

God how you wanted to swim in that pool though.

You didn’t question her or disobey her, but instead simply shed your underwear along too, leaving you bare naked.

“Fuck…” her murmur made your body vibrate when they were spoken against the subtle flesh of your lips, “so. fucking. pretty.” Frido breathed out in between kisses as she began trailing them down from your lips to your jaw and neck.

She absolutely didn’t hesitate to start nibbling, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin that your neck consisted of. She later found that one, spot right over your pulse point drew out godlike moans from you, so she put most of her attention on that patch of skin.

You had been so focused on her lips that you hadn’t noticed the hand that trailed up the inside of your thigh, her slender fingers gripping it to bring you back to reality.

“Frido…” you moaned, the action sending shockwaves through your body, all its yearning was for her to touch you, to still your needs. “Patience… be good for me”

Fuck, would she ever stop doing that? You squeezed your eyes shut trying to not focus on the painfully discomfort that emerged from your core. Suddenly it was stilled as you felt her fingers run through your slick folds.

“All of this for me?” she stopped kissing you, a wide grin etched on her face as she was clearly pleased with what she had accomplished.

You nodded desperately “just for you, all for you” your mind barely had time to catch up with your thoughts before the words came out of your mouth.

“That’s my girl” she smiled against the skin of your chest before kissing her way down to your breast, working on stimulating your clit slowly meanwhile her other hand and mouth worked magic on your hardened nipples.

Stretched moans filled the room, your moans to be exact, they only grew louder as two digits entered you and curled up inside. “Oh fuck!” your hand took a hold of Frido’s muscular arm, whilst she started to pump in and out of your hole.

Her long fingers reaching spots you had never experienced feeling before “God you feel so good” she grunted out which only increased your moans, it was such a turn on hearing her praise how you felt and looked.

“More… please” you whispered, your stomach curling at her small giggles against your stomach. “I don’t know…”

“Please Frido, I need more, can’t…” your face scrunched up as you tried to supress the high-pitched moans threatening to spill from your lips.

“When you stop holding in those gorgeous sound, I’ll give it to you” she didn’t want you to hold back, and that was scary, but the need overcame every insecurity you had.

So unwillingly you released you lip from between your teeth and let it all out, only then feeling her fingers increase its pace and roughness. A gut-wrenching whine served Frido’s ears like dessert as she swirled her tongue around your erected pebbles.

And then without warning her other hand had sneaked down between your legs to start tubbing circles on your clit, adding to the already indescribable stimulation you were receiving.

“That’s it, baby, doing so good for me…” she bit your nipple, giving you that look, the one that could single handedly been the last straw for you.

“I’m… gonna.” Somehow you managed to push out a few words that were understandable.

“Go ahead” she encouraged you as her lips attached to your clit, sucking harshly, and that was enough to send you completely over the edge. Into a mind blowing, absolute picture-perfect orgasm.

She helped you stabilize by pushing down your thighs into the bed as your whole body shook and your back arched, nails digging into the flesh of her biceps, would leave marks.

“There you go, you’re fine” she reassured you right as you had come down from your high, slowly pulling out of you and licking her fingers clean from the mess you’d made on them.

A moan leaving her lips at the taste “you good?” she asked you softly, pushing a few sweaty baby hairs out of your face.

You nodded.

“Still need words baby”

“Yeah, just mm… tired” she gently stroked your cheek before leaning in to place several soft kisses against your lips.

“I know baby, but we need you get you cleaned up before sleep. Okay?”

You shook your head grumpily.

She sighed and picked you up in her arms, carrying you to the bathroom where she proceeded to shower you clean. The hot water and her caring touches making your limbs relax in an instant as you found yourself leaning into the touch.

Letting yourself relax and allowing yourself to have trust in that she would take care of you, and she did.

After she had cleaned you off she helped you dry yourself before she left you in the bathroom to change into a fresh pair of underwear and clothes provided from her.

You could hear the faint sound of fabric rustling outside the door, that being frido changing the bed sheets into fresh ones aswell as changing herself into clean clothes and washing her hands.

“You done?” she knocked lightly on the closed door, it wasn’t locked, just closed.

“Carry me” you whined as she pulled the bathroom door open, this pulled out an amused chuckle from her.

“Of course, princess.”

She stepped inside and pulled you into her arms with ease, carrying you before setting you down on the bed and tucking you in. Your arms immediately reached out for her as you made grabby hands her way.

“Coming, baby.” Before joining you in bed she went by the bedroom door to turn the headlight off, making the room almost complete black except for the small light from the streetlights outside that shined through the ever so slightly opened blinders.

Frido settled in bed next to you and instantly pulled you close to her, with your head resting on her shoulder and an arm draped around her she felt content.

As did you with her snuggly arms wrapped tightly around you, leaving you to feel a huge sense of security and completeness. It didn’t take long for the exhaustion to completely take over, her soothing smell making it easier for you to fall into that deep sleep you so were so closely grasping.

“Frido?”

“Yeah? Something wrong?” you could almost see her worried face in front of you even though you saw not a single thing, only due to her deep etched tone.

“No, I just wanted to see if you were awake still… that’s all” your whispered words were spoken into the fabric of her shirt, muffling them ever so slightly.

“I’m not sleeping until you have fallen asleep” she was too good, too good for you.

“You’re too good for me” the guilt in your voice was evident “I didn’t even give you anything… back”

“Hey” the second Frido picked up on your embarrassed tone she squeezed your waist to help ground you. “Tonight was for you; I don’t need anything back for that. And there is plenty of time for that whenever we feel like it, okay? Don’t rush it, we’re okay.”

Her words made a content sigh leave your lips, you were exactly where you wanted to be, in her loving arms. Surrounded by millions of words laced with reassurance and pure adoration, god you couldn’t wait to show her how much you loved her.

First time writing smut, kind of struggled as the build up might've been too long? Or idk, do y'all prefer straigh to the main event or these prolonged ones? Excuse me for the lack of details aswell, I wanted to sleep so bad :))

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simon 'ghost' riley x reader ⸝⸝ navigation ୨୧ tags : fluff, smut

୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : headcannons about chubby reader x simon riley!!

To everyone who thinks Simon ‘ghost’ Riley would have a chubby/fat partner. You are spot on, ive thought about this for as long as ive seen ghost and he for sure would.

The comfort that he can do whatever and you will not snap in two just makes him feel alive. With anyone he's been with - any height, body type. Anything. You're the only one who he loves most and God, your body is one of the best things!

He loves to grip onto you, your hips, thighs. Anything he can hold and squeeze without it hurting. Your thick thighs moving around the house could make a man levitate. So fucking hot. Your thighs that flow around the couch when you sit could make him cum on the spot. He loves thick, massive thighs. Needs something to sleep on and they do the trick. The most comfortable night's sleep he's ever had honestly.

Your arse is bigger though, the round plump shape that shakes when he slaps it. Each and everything you bend over his hand connects with your bum, ripples dancing along the fat as you spin around and glare him in the eyes.

"Oi"

"couldn't help it, sorry dove” his stupid smirk soon followed.

He felt powerful. No, he feels invisible when he picks you up, showing off how fucking strong he is. He does it a few times a week at least, he knows he likes it and he knows you do too. You both love it, both knowing you are just a feather to him. Hardly anything worth straining over.

If you are insecure, be prepared for the amount of:

Compliments

Ego booting

Telling off (sorta)

Showing off

Touching

cause theres a lot. His compliments ranged from fluffy stuff to the naughty, wet pussy compliments. The kind of stuff that would get you squirming in your seat, legs closed trying not to let the moist out from your dirty cunt.

"Fucking hell, look at this gorgeous ass body. wann’ just bend you over and show how much I love your thick ass.” He would groan.

When trying on an outfit, then wondering ‘do I look massive?’ almost makes him teleport to you. Your trying on a sexy little piece. One you wouldn't normally wear. When he passes you, his eyes instantly spot your thighs, the soft skin glowing under the dress, then your bum (obviously) then your gorgeous hair. He could practically radiate your bad thoughts.

"God, that looks so good on you, so so pretty. You wearing it anywhere? Well other than with me to bed.” Another smirk. You roll your eyes, you always do to his ridiculous lines like that.

Just on the couch, you're wearing something completely different from normal. Most days you were just comfortable in your underwear or just one of his shirts but today? Today you were in a baggy hoodie and joggers that float around your body, the once flesh now just a sag of material. He knew something was off.

“Dove? What are you wearing?” his eyebrows shoving up to almost his hairline.

"something comfy” your faux smile after just hitting him in the head with what was wrong. Your lies were outrageous and he knew whenever something was going on.

"don't give me that, your body is fucking gorgeous!” He sits next to you and wraps his arm around you which shoves you into his chest. "You shouldn't think anything negative about it. Id just have to prove how fucking beautiful you are” a blush spread across your cheeks. Remembering the last incident when he ‘proved it’.

Out at a bar again, you're too hammered. Way too drunk. You had promised you wouldn't that much because it was a little meeting up with his team. His team loved you, all of them. Price treated you as if you were one of them, Soap loved to come round to yours at least once every few months to try your delicious cooking and Gaz loved how you dress, you two would talk about it and pick out orders from fashion brands together. But anyway! You are outrageously drunk. wankered. Barley able to stand up thats when your truck like boyfriend comes to the rescue. Picking you up and shoving your short little skirt down so you dont flash anything thats his. Clearly flexing his muscles as he does so, showing everyone how built and strong he is.

“time for home love, let's get you sober up hm?”

His arm warped around your waist when he saw you cooking, softly patting your belly and his hand moving down your pants. You sequel "Simon! "I am cooking!” your words really pronounced. It doesn't really look like he cares though with how he carries on. His fingers play with the seams of your underwear before slipping into them, touching your clit slightly. "I need to make your- fuck!” moan as he taps into it hardly. His free hand grabs onto your left boob and squeezes the fat. Your nipples pop through the middle of his fingers when he rubs them in between. You scream out. The sensation of both his hands working at you could just make you feel the orgasm pushing out.

"Recken you could focus on cooking? Divint want burnt food dove” his lips brought to your neck and pecks a soft kiss there. His smug grin could be felt. Dick.

All the sensitivity is working up and creating loud moans and high pitched whines. Your eyes roll back for a second before you focus back on the food, trying not to let it burn. Flipping it over and gribbing his hand from over the fabric. Pushing his fingers onto it more which makes yet another mewl. “dirty little thing, ain't it?” he taps it a few times. Like a pat you give your mate before leaving. And with that he removes himself from the sticky situation. Plopping himself onto the couch, ready for dinner and hoping for dessert.

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[treason-and-plot]

“Can we say we’ve joined the three mile high club because we’ve done it three times?” says Anya.

“Sounds legit,” says Roy. They are lying naked on bed watching a movie, and Anya isn’t worried anymore about Yvonne stepping through the curtain and catching them. Not because she’s an exhibitionist (although she often suspects Roy of having those tendencies) but because she is totally at ease, as comfortable as if they were in their own bedroom. The movie isn’t making a lot of sense, but that could be because she isn’t paying it too much attention, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of what their hotel is going to be like and how incredible the concert is going to be and the excitement she's going to experience seeing all the latest Paris fashions, oh my God the fashions, and the SHOPPING….  

"Are you following this?" says Roy. She shakes her head and smiles.

"Do you want to find something else to watch?" she asks.

"Actually, I think I'd rather talk," he says. His expression is sombre. Anya tries to hide her surprise, which she feels must be as naked as her boobs.

"I want you to know that I'm still really pissed off with myself for nearly ruining our holiday, " he says. "I behaved like a complete twat in the VIP lounge and you were right to lose your shit. And you also made me think about why I love spoiling you and spending money on you. I realised there's a pattern there with all my relationships. Spending money on my partners nearly always led to positive outcomes. Not to mention amazing sex. So I think I learned to equate it with love and affection and mind blowing titty fucks. Does that make sense? Or do I just sound like a complete wanker?"

"I think what you're saying explains a lot," says Anya. "And I'm so happy we're having this conversation. Communication is the key to everything, right? It's a cliché but it's true!"

"No problem. I love talking about myself, so it's win-win," winks Roy. Then his expressions becomes serious again. "Anyway, I'm going to make a better effort to put you first on this holiday, okay? Not just on this holiday, either. In our whole relationship. Because you deserve it. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me and I want you to be reminded of that every second of every day. And you have my permission to smack me round the head if I forget. Deal?"

"Deal," says Anya, reaching for his hand and squeezing. "I love you, Roy."

"I love you too, baby," he says.

[mo-ok]

A little over halfway there, heres every hero I've met so far

❤️💙💛 a very brief and deeply serious word about every season 🩷🖤💚

( x x x x x x x x x )

Denziman: Scooby Doo but the dog is kind of an asshole 10/10 tits out Kenji Ohba

Goggle V: the most standard, normal sentai you will ever watch 10/10 lemme just red ruby beam that for u real quick

Dynaman: YUME WO KANAETE 🧨 DYNAMAAAAAAAAN 10/10 im fully convinced the black clone technique is just a thing Junichi Haruta can do

Bioman: this show is about ONE THING and thats MIKA JUN YABUKI 10/10 sexual lady saturday

Changeman: im not ok thanks for asking 10/10 im eating glass over this show

Flashman: OOF. OUCH. OUGH. 10/10 this one hurts

Liveman: OOF. OUCH. OUGH. 10/10 friends how could you

Fiveman: anyone that says this is the worst one hasnt actually watched it 10/10 sibling teachers save me. Save me sibling teachers

Dairanger: best suits in the franchise 10/10 dont let his baby face fool you that boy is ripped AND shredded

Kakuranger: 30th anniversery ending dance 10/10 silly ninja show is very very good actually

Carranger: red racer x Zonnette otp otp otp 10/10 let your kids play outside or else they'll become cops

Megaranger: they were just kids man they shouldnt have had to deal with all that 10/10 show me the silly man in the shiny jacket please

Gingaman: you know what? Maybe i WILL throw myself on the ground and lie in the sun for a while 10/10 kuro kishi Hyuuga

GoGoV: Matoi is there have you met Matoi he's a wanker bastard and i love him 10/10 killing the dad with hammers

Gaoranger: if you wanna feel like sentai is being beamed directly into ur brain watch this one 10/10 oh my god. Oh my god.

Hurricaneger: this one is a BL in disguise 10/10 Yousuke x Ikkou 4eva

Magiranger: some of the best monster and mech designs in the franchise 10/10 i love this magical family with my whole heart

Boukenger: my go to recommendation tbh 10/10 adventure for treasure boukenger START UP 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

Gekiranger: KEEP MOVING. DONT MAKE ME STOP. 10/10 if you want plot and character progression watch this one

Go-Onger: now THIS is super sentai 1000000/10 you should watch rpm as well. Watching both increases the enjoyment 1000%

Kyoryuger: dancing dinosaurs. Very good. You agree 10/10 otp confirmed after 10 year wait

ToQger: OOF. OUCH. OUGH. 10/10 just watch it dont look anything up just watch it

Zyuohger: most misunderstood and overhated season tbh 10/10 the characters are meant to be like that. Its kinda the central theme of the show. Stop being mean to Misao

Kyuranger: my first sentai 🥰 10/10 houou soldier is a change dragon reference

Kiramager: if Boukenger doesnt catch ur fancy this one would also be a good place to start 10/10 i'll take outdated meme for 100 thanks Grant

King Ohger: in a word? Ambitious. 10/10 you can go to the quarry. As a treat.

Boonboomger: TBD ❤️💙🩷🖤🧡💜