#But it started this thought and it wouldn't shake me loose until I wrote it so here yall go

[jadewritesficshere]

Painting

Modern!Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Contains: nudes, mutual masturbation, phone sex

18+ only

Eddie flopped face down onto his mattress with a sigh. After working all day, playing at the Hideout, and then hauling all of the bands' equipment, he was wiped. He wanted nothing more then to smoke and go to sleep. His phone pinged with a notification. A contact under the name "Loser" had messaged him, causing a split second of confusion before a lazy grin spread across his face when he realized it was you (he had forgotten he changed it when high). You had been unable to come see Corroded Coffin play tonight as you had made previous plans.

Loser: How did it go?? Good?? Bad??

Loser: Was that one chick who wants to be a groupie there??

Eddie: went ok. Y u jealous?

Loser: just curious lol

Eddie: sure. Wbu?

Loser: Good! Robin and Nancy came. We had a nice dinner. We did paintings! Robin's looks better then mine. Mine looks like shit 😔 now just taking a bath and relaxing.

Eddie: show me?

Loser: lol no???

Eddie: y not? I'm sure it good

Loser: you sure?

Eddie: yes

Loser: fine

Eddie doubted your painting looked bad. You always tore yourself down, even when you did amazing things. He always wanted to throttle you, but knew he would be a hypocrite if he did. Eddie rolled onto his back and looked at the ceiling. He would convince you one day that you were awesome, but until then he would just have to keep reminding you. His phone dinged with a new message from you. He opened it and saw a picture attached and-

Immediately dropped his phone. His heart picked up speed. His eyes widened and face flushed. Eddie dove for the phone as if it were a life preserver and he was drowning. He couldn't believe his eyes. He licked his lips and stared at his phone.

A picture from your neck down. Bubbles in the bath around you. Water was running down your collarbone towards your tits. Your nipples barely covered by the bubbles. One boob having no bubbles around it at all, but your hand flipping him off blocked him from seeing more. He was greedy. He wanted to see more, and had never imagined you would send him this to begin with. Eddie looked down at the tent that had formed in his boxers.

Loser: ask nicely next time 😤

Eddie groaned and his dick twitched. You had totally misunderstood him, he had wanted to see your painting- of course he was more then glad for this outcome. However, he couldn't quite unsee what you had sent, nor would he want to. Eddie reread your text. Next time means more than just this once. Means maybe he could see more. Means maybe he has a better shot with you then he thought. He already overthought things with you many times, and now his brain had just switched to overdrive.

A million thoughts ran through his head as his hand traveled south. He paused briefly," Oh fuck it." He grabbed his dick over his boxers, causing the outline to be very noticeable. He took a pic before sending it to you. He would have felt bad about not sending a message with it, but he would have sat there for ages trying to think of a response. And he couldn't find it in himself to care as he pressed lightly against his dick.

He dropped his phone on his stomach. All Eddie could think about was you as he pulled his dick out of his boxers. Your soap covered tits. How beautiful they looked.. He licked his hand before slowly grasping his dick and squeezing the base, causing the tip to flush more. The pressure causing him to moan. He slowly stroked up and down his length. He picked up the pace, canting his hips up to meet his hand. Part of him wanted to go slow, but the rest of him wanted to get this over with quick so he could do it again and again and again. His chest heaved and sweat started to form on his brow. A sigh fell from his lips that quickly turned to a moan at the thought of it being your hand wrapped around him. How small your hand would look on his dick. How-

His stomach tensed and he jolted as his phone started vibrating and your ringtone played. The vibrations on his lower stomach felt so good, he was tempted to let it keep playing, but the urge to hear your voice was stronger. With his free hand he grabbed the phone and answered. "H-hello?" Eddie asked, panting into the phone. "Oh fuck, Eddie," your voice higher than normal sounded like music to his ears. Eddie moaned and your response was a whimper. "Fuck babe, see what you do to me?" Eddie's voice felt like sandpaper, he was surprised he could even find words. "Uh-huh." The sound of water splashing caught Eddie's attention," holy shit. Are you touching yourself?" "Wish it were you."

Eddie's mind went fuzzy as he picked up speed. The schlick noise picking up, his mind filtering out everything except your moans. "Sound so good. Wish I was there." Eddie mumbled, feeling his tip leaking generously. He was so close. "Fuuuck Eddie I'm gonna-" your sentence was cut off with a moan and he lost it. His hips bucked without rhythm and cum spurted everywhere. He never understood the phrase of people seeing stars behind their eyes until now, but they were more like fireworks. He had never cum this much in his life, not even when he had first found porn.

He slowly came back down, a euphoric feeling enveloping him. A warmth spread in his chest as it heaved, trying to catch a breath. He looked down and saw his shirt covered with his release. Your chuckle pulled him back to earth. "Uh so that happened...so whatcha gonna do about it Munson?" He hummed," Think i should ask you for a date." "You should."

Eddie had the biggest grin when you finally got off the phone, date planned for Friday night. He looked down at your contact name before changing the s to a v. He was going to find that painting you did and make sure it hung over his bed, so he could remember this night forever.

#Eddie eventually tells you about the misunderstanding and you just become more and more embarrassed #You asked him to delete the pic out of embarrassment and he goes on and on about how it is art and how beautiful it is and refuses #He later comes back to you and tells you if you want him to delete it he will and you just laugh and tell him to keep it #He agrees tho that your painting does suck to which you say “yeah I do” and give him a pointed look and he doesn't catch on #Until you huff and grab him and look him in the eyes and flat out tell him what you're offering #Shoutout to my friend who did this to me (it was a clothed pic tho) and I went BRO? and immediately clarified #But it started this thought and it wouldn't shake me loose until I wrote it so here yall go #Idk how to end things and idk how to write smut so take this and do with it as you will #My dumbass over here getting too lost in my own mind to write well fjdjsls #Eddie Munson #Modern!Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson/reader #Eddie Munson x y/n #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson/you #Eddie Munson smut #Eddie Munson x female!reader #Stranger Things #Also Eddie absolutely uses only text speech and you get frustrated with it #Jade is Talking

[meraxesmoon]

Wifey

note: this is a naoya/wife fic, my brain wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote this

warnings: yandere content, dark content, sub naoya, but like, he's forcing his wife to dominate him (?), pegging, yeah 💀, missionary pegging tho, degrading pet names (mutt, dog, etc.), afab reader, naoya is in love but he's mean, they have a young child together (mentioned briefly), he's like super degrading tbh, but naoya simps like that I think, he prolly enjoy riding the strap as well, lik bit of praise at the end, as a treat ♡

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"Put your hips into it, Mutt," Naoya barks, his pale cheeks red and swollen with the tears he'd shed earlier. (Name) tenses at the derogatory name, and thrusts herself into her husband roughly, Naoya groaning and gripping the comforter of their bed as she does so.

Naoya's brown eyes are blazing as he stares up at the woman above him, watching as she moves her hips roughly.

Just the way he had taught her.

She looked absolutely elysian, leaning over him slightly as the strap in between her legs pushed inside of him. (Name) had been tending to their young son when Naoya summoned her to their shared bedroom. He had ordered her to put on his favorite toy, therefore she wasn't completely undressed. Her kimono was untied and was currently half off her shoulder, her delicate hands holding onto her husband's thighs. The feeling of her fingernails digging into his flesh left a sting of pain, but Naoya found pain brought on from his wife pleasant.

Naoya huffs loudly, feeling her thrusts start to falter. (Name) was no doubt starting to tire, as Naoya often dragged these things out. He enjoyed being roughly fucked by his beloved wife, so their escapades usually lasted hours. "Really?" Naoya groans as she slows down, feeling unsatisfied and unfilled. "Husband..." (Name) stutters out, exasperated as she feels her hips tense in discomfort.

Being Naoya's wife meant many things. She knew that before marrying the Zen'in heir. She knew that he was a hateful man who saw himself above everyone else, and she also knew that he was cruel. His domineering personality was harsh, but she was used to such things as she had grown up among similar men, raised in a traditional clan just as he was. However, she did not realize her husband's odd preferences until after they were married. Despite Naoya's harsh attitude and humongous ego, he enjoyed being dominated.

It had been hard for her to acclimate, considering she had been raised to be sweet and doting. Naoya didn't want her to be sweet when they were in their shared bedroom. Instead, he wanted her to hurt him, and that made her nervous.

Lost in thought, (Name) doesn't realize that Naoya's legs are wrapping around her waist until he squeezes them, forcing her to thrust into him roughly. She squeaks as she feels his ankles lock around her, and he continues to force her to fuck him silly, her cheeks blazing and eyes wet with tears. His robes are messy, leaving his chest exposed as he grunts into the open air, his hips humping upwards as his cock bobs, utterly neglected.

His brown eyes were molten as he narrowed them and glared up at his wife. "You stupid - oh fuck!" He let's out a whine as the silicone messes up his insides, pushing just against that special spot, nearly giving him the euphoria that he craved. "You stupid dog, can't you do anything right?" He barks at her like a vicious dog, still forcing her hips into his own as he moans and groans. "Do something useful - AH!"

She does, wrapping her soft hand around his cock, rubbing the tip gently as Naoya arches his back, his eyes rolling to the back of his pretty head. He's leaking like a loose faucet, his tip continuously dripping as he rocked their hips together, she just wants this to be over. Tired, she angles her hips and the tip of the silicone hits against Naoya's prostate, his legs shaking violently as he bites down on the pillow next to his head, his teeth ribbing the fabric as he rides out his orgasm.

Hips twitching in slight pain (Name) watches as she gives one more stroke to his tip before it erupts, sticky liquid coating his abdomen. Naoya had heavy and thick loads, so by the time he'd ridden out his orgasm, there was cum everywhere, the white viscous liquid pooling on his stomach and dripping down his sides.

Naoya let's go of the pillow, his eyes closed as he ruts his hips still, almost as if he were enchanted. He starts mumbling something, his hands coming to cup (Name)'s face as she whimpered.

"S' good... y're so good, my sweet, sweet girl," Naoya babbles on, pressing wet kisses on her face as he revels in the pleasure that was given to him. He pulls her down to lay on top of him, and she winces as she feels his cum tainted her lower belly, but she says nothing. (Name) holds onto his shoulders as he kisses her cheeks, his tongue licking up the wetness of her tears.

"My perfect little wife~"

poor (name) is going thru it 😭 (wish it was me)

#shit idk why i posted this #but its october so its okay #cw: yandere content #cw: yandere blog #cw: yandere #yandere zenin naoya #yandere naoya #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen

[jeonghansbunny]

Better than expected | DK

Rating: 18+ | Read at your own discretion

Content warnings: dom/sub, manhandling, crying, unprotected sex, creampie, cosplay(not really?). Please keep in mind that I wrote this with the idea that everything is consensual!

Dk

Who always had wild fantasies 

And wanted to try them with you 

He showed you a piece of clothing he wanted you to wear

It was a see through bodysuit with long sleeves that he had bought

At first you were overwhelmed by it

It looked really sexy

And you wondered if it would suit you

You were normal

Neither sexy nor cute

So you reluctantly refused

One night when the two of you could meet

You decided to meet at his apartment 

After having had dinner and a shower

You saw that the clothes you had layed out were missing

The only piece of clothing left was the bodysuit he had bought

So you called out to him to give you your clothes back

But he refused and begged you to wear the bodysuit

Of course you told him no and insisted to wear your own clothes

But he wouldn't give in so easily 

It took some time

But he finally managed to convince you 

Defeated, you wore it 

Not giving you a moment to spare

In a loud voice he told you that you should hurry out

Not having any other choice you opened the door

In an instant the teasing smile on his face vanished

His eyes got serious as he looked you up and down

Mouth hanging loosely agape

You could feel your cheeks heating up

And your hand immediately went up to cover yourself 

Wanting to see more he grabed your wrists tightly 

And started moving them away from your body

Finally managing to gather his thoughts together

He told you how sexy you looked in it

And that he didn't expect it to look this good

He started getting closer to you

Shy and overwhelmed you started backing up 

Until you were stopped by the wall

He didn't stop though

He got so close you could feel the boner in his pants

He let go of your wrists

And started roaming your body with his hands 

Everything felt soft under his touch 

Which made him even more desperate

He started slightly rubbing his boner against you

Continously telling you how good you looked

Making you so flustered

That your "thank you" could barely be heard in that silent room

Not wanting to waste a moment 

He picked you up 

And threw you on the bed

Not giving you a second to adjust

He grabbed you by the ankle

And dragged you in his direction 

Prying your legs open

He kneeled in front of you

And started eating you out 

His tounge brutally attacking your folds

While his nose kept brushing against your clit

You tried pushing his head away 

Overwhelmed by the sensation 

But he wouldn't budge an inch

He kept sucking and licking 

Until he could feel your legs shake

And feel you cum on his tongue

Praising you for doing such a good job

He lifted himself up

And climbed on the bed with you 

Patting your head

And giving you sweet kisses

He slowly lifted you up

And positioned you on top of him

"I want you to ride me" he told you in a soft voice

Looking up at you with those deep, pleading eyes

You couldn't refuse him when he gave you that look

So you sat on his lap

And started stroking his cock

Aligning his tip to your entrance 

You started taking him in

His hands grabbed your hips 

As if to support you

Once you took him all in

You started moving

Slow at first 

Then increasing your speed

His grip on you tightened

The sight of the shy you bouncing on top of him all whiney

Almost made him cum in an instant

Your soft boobs bouncing up and down in that damn bodysuit right in front of him

He leaned closer

And took one of your nipples in his mouth

Sucking it and teasing it with his tounge

Your whines became even louder 

Overwhelmed with the sensation

You started clenching tight around him

As the pressure in your stomach increased

You held on to his neck

And told him you're about to cum

He encouraged you to keep going

And that you're doing such a good job

And that you can cum on his cock

With your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth hanging agape

You started shaking as you released

Moaning in pleasure

He couldn't resist the sight of you all fucked up 

So he shot his load deep inside of you <3

#seventeen smut #svt smut #dk smut #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen reactions #svt reactions #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #kpop smut

[joohanisms]

idk if you wrote about this before or not but thoughts on taking junhans virginity 😭😭😭

i haven't!!!!!!! tysm for the ask so i have an excuse to <33

(half written before i went ia)

mmm first of all i think hed actively look for someone inexperienced to date while hw himself was inexperienced

less space for disappointment yknow how could hw disappoint you when you kinda just .. dont know better literally

but then he ended up w you <3 who actually does have some experience and its kinda nervewracking for him, he's not gonna lie

he's been putting it off for so long – sure, it only took a couple of dates for you to make out and your hands to wander. the way he tentatively gripped your ass made you want him kind of desperately.

but it never went past that. a while later, when the topic of making things official came up, his cheeks blushed a deep red while he looked down at his feet.

"ah, before we, you know, start dating for real... i thought you should know." and fuck, you think. there it goes. there's the catch. "i'm not too... experienced. actually, i've never had sex before. i don't want you to be disappointed if we get to it and i'm not any go–" his mouth is sealed shut as you kiss him firmly, hands cradling his face.

"you're stupid. i don't care. nothing of what you just said would ever make me lose interest," he wants to avoid your eyes, hide his face, but the way you're holding his flaming cheeks in place won't let him. "at most, it just makes me happy i'll be your first."

and since then, he's been avoiding – more like procrastinating, to be fair – getting sexual with you. the most you've done so far was dry humping each other on his sofa while his apartment was empty (that is, until one of his roommates opened the front door and he jumped out of his skin).

you don't want to push him, so you wait for him to come to you.

(but if anyone asked you whether you were fingering yourself in the shower thinking about him, you wouldn't be able to deny it.)

the next time he got to escape from his dorm and visit you and your blessedly empty tiny apartment, he has you on his lap, the movie playing on your laptop long forgotten.

you didn't notice anything before – he was the same hyeongjun as always – but now you can see how his hands are shaking and how he keeps taking deep breaths seemingly out of nowhere.

you detach your lips from his, studying his face. this makes him more nervous, the poor thing. did he do something wrong? is he this easy to read?

"hyeongjun, are you okay? you look like you're going to pass out." you try to leave the comfortable seat that is his thighs, but his hands shoot up and grab your waist, holding you down.

"hyeongjun. you're shaking. have you eaten? let me grab you a cup of wa–"

"i'm fine."

"really? what did you have for lunch? did you have enough? or did you have too much?" you can't help but worry for him. he's already a skinny guy, but you can't be too careful knowing how much time he spends online.

"i swear i'm fine! i'm just..." he trails off, looking at everything in your room but you. one of his hands leaves your waist to fiddle with a loose thread on your comforter. once again, you wait for him to come to you – he likes that about you, how you leave him to find ways to express himself instead of dragging it out of him. his tone is soft when he eventually finishes, "i'm just nervous, that's all."

you cup his cheek in an act of comfort, looking at him like he's some kind of baby bunny, small and defenseless. he finds he doesn't mind it too much.

"nervous about what, baby? what's on your mind?"

"i was thinking," he finally lets go of your waist to play with his fingers, "maybe it's about time we, uh, you know, fuck."

jesus christ. your tummy does a backflip at his wording.

"you know i don't mind if we don't, right? i'm fine with how things are now." you slide your hand down his neck and shoulder, and some braincell vaguely makes him think that you're not doing anything to help him go against having sex.

"but i want to," his response is eager and he backtracks, "if you want it too, i mean."

your mind is so clouded with the thought of not only having him, but also to have you be his first, that you don't even respond before you're pressing your lips to his again.

" of course i do."

#posting drafts #xdh smut #xdinary heroes smut #xdh hard hours #xdinary heroes imagine #xdinary heroes fanfic #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes x reader #xdh imagines

[bluegalaxygirl]

A sight you shouldn't see (Law X reader) P2

Plot: You have to head back to your old school run by your aunt to help out with money issues. The heart pirates want to see your old school but you refuse. after being away for too long Law goes looking for you the crew demanding they come along. What they find is another side of you they have never seen before

Law X reader, reader is female (Sorry), established relationship. Got reminded of an old movie i used to watch over and over again, i love it so much, St. Trinian's. Listen to the playlist on youtube its awesome and i wrote this while listening to it.

Warning: Bad language, Crime, Blood, violence, seduction, Alcohol, Drugs

Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 4

"Well lunch should be soon, how about you join them, Y/N please be a dear and lay down the rules to the lady's" Your aunt speaks after hours of talking with you and Law. An hour ago Law told the rest of his crew to head back to the sub and bring it round to the beach near the school with permission form miss Fritton planning to stay until this situation has been sorted out. "Yes auntie" You smile standing up Law joining you giving your aunt a nod before leaving the office. You stayed quiet still not sure how to deal with Law and the crew knowing about your old life but you were snapped out of your thoughts by Law grabbing your waist and dragging you into a storage room. Closing the door quietly Law turned to you and pushed you against the wall slamming his lips onto yours and forcing his tongue into your mouth. Socked you didn't respond for a moment but leaned in and wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him in closer. His hands ran over your hips and waist taking short brakes to breath before going back in for another kiss. After a few minutes he stopped and places his forehead against yours "You look so hot in this" he asks looking you up and down before making eye contact with you "You still love me?" you ask a small smile appearing in your face "Of course. Why wouldn't i?" he asks confused as to why you would think otherwise "Its just... i-i'm" he doesn't let you finish pressing his lips onto yours and wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you closer. "Your my Y/N." his simple words are enough to know that he doesn't care about your past and who you are. "i love you" you whisper pulling him in for a hug placing your face in his neck. "I love you too" Your captain hugs back kissing your shoulder.

With the sub docked and all the school girls in the cafeteria it was a perfect time to introduce everyone and lay down some rules for the girls and your crew with Law's permission of course. Entering the large cafeteria the heart crew behind you and Law at your side the first person to greet you was the head girl, Kelly getting up from her seat to look your crew over "Wow, you weren't kidding when you said there's a lot of them" she giggled Penguin and Shachi blushing at the sight of her, she is beautiful, short black hair and an outfit similar to yours just with a loose blue and white striped tie, a tighter skirt and a black strap around her neck. "I'm Kelly head girl, nice to meet you all" Her eyes look them all over landing on one and giving Ikkaku a smile "You must be Ikkaku right?" she asks gaining the female crew members attention "Ur. Yes" Ikkaku gulps as Kelly holds out her hand for the woman to shake "Its a pleasure to meet you" Their eyes lock before Kelly pulls away and turns to the loud crowd. Each area had different groups of girls chatting away and some groups yelling at each other. Echo's and Emo's were the quietest groups trying ignore the kayos going on around them. The chavs or Mean girls where yelling and throwing pieces of paper at the pretty girls who yelled insults back. The geeks were writing on large chalk board in the room and building things on the tables. The first years ran around like the kids they are almost starting a food fight a few times with party animals who where drinking and dancing on the tables to some music.

Kelly took in a deep breath and used her pinkie fingers to whistle out, the room going form concert level loud to silent in a second every girl in the room stopping what their doing to look in the direction of the noise. You could hear some of the crew behind you gulp at the sight. "There you go" Kelly smiles at you walking back to her seat letting you do the talking. "Ok Lady's these are the heart pirates, their here to help so no stealing, fighting, pranking" as you speak the girls around you groan out annoyed that they won't get to mess with the crew as you go through the list in the corner of your eye you see one of the pretty girls twirling her hair her eyes locked on Shachi "And lastly no flirting... i'm look at you Tottie" you say turning your head to the girl who pouts and crosses her arms over her chest "Your no fun" she yells out causing the other girls to laugh "all that goes for the crew too" you turn to face the crew who nod in agreement "The Sub outside is off limits" at those words yelling echos threw the room as the girls get angrier "Come on" and "Just a look" most of the girls have never seen a sub before and since it's a Doctors ship that makes it more interesting. Rolling your eyes at the lady's Kelly stands up and walks over to you "Good luck with that rule" she says watching some of the girls get into a fight just letting it happen "Why are they so interested in our sub?" Bepo asks only for you and Kelly to say in perfect unison "Drugs" Law lets out a sigh pinching the bridge of his nose regretting bringing his sub around. "Great" he mutters you turning to give him a sorry look "I'll make sure no one does anything" your voice catches his attention giving you a nod knowing you'll do your best.

As the day passed you, Law and some of the crew got together to discuss options and a plan but nothing seemed to stick. The bank took the money and are still going to close the school down, there are too many people to black blackmail and even Law's war lord statues wont have any effect the bank. None of you can come up with anything and its starting to make you worry that there is no answer. "Well i guess were screwed" Penguin sighs leaning back looking out the windows to see the night sky only to get hit in the head by Ikkaku "Don't say things like that, idiot" she yells crossing her arms over her chest. You rub your temples with your fingers anxiety building up only for a hand to rub your thigh, Law's tattooed hand rubs up and down your leg trying to sooth you, it somewhat works only for a loud voice to yell out through the halls "He's here" One of the first years yells running down the hall. "I thought men weren't aloud on the property" Law stands gripping his sword ready to fight if need be only for your hand to meet his "Yea but unfortunately he is. He's my cousin helps sell the booze in the basement" you say heading out the door "I'll be back, gonna kick his ass out" You expected them to stay but Law, Ikkaku, Bepo, Penguin and Shachi pick up their weapons and follow you "You don't have to come you know" you giggle but not stopping them form following you down the stairs and into the basement "Well i'm mainly coming because of the booze" Shachi laughs along with Penguin both earning a glare form Ikkaku.

Walking thru the basement the smell of alcohol hits you but by now your used to it, seeing the girls around putting liquid in bottles and other making whiskey and vodka. Geeks printing out labels and sticking them on the glass bottles. Soon making it to the end of the long basement is a desk with a man sitting on it talking to two first years "Ash i thought i told you never to come here while i'm here. Leave" you voice caught his attention smiling up at you and standing up form his seat waving the two first years away "Oh come on you know you love me" he comments his smile making you feel sick. You were about to speak again when something caught his eye coming around the desk "Well hello there. aren't you a cutie" he smiles walking up to Ikkaku only for your arm to go between them "Off limits" your glare set the man backing away putting his arms up in difference "Ok, chill. i was just being friendly" Law steps forward glaring at the man, if you feel the need to protect a member of the crew from this man then he should be on guard "She told you to leave" The captain states having enough of this conversation. Ash laughs a little leaning against the desk "Calm down captain, i'm here to help." he states looking the captain up and down probably wondering if he could take the man in a fight. "I know where your money went" Ash smiles his eyes going back to you "What? My money went to the bank" your voice filled with annoyance. Ash reaching into a bag at the end of the desk and handing a file out to you "I opened a new Art galley in the west and your bank man came and bought a very expensive painting" As you look thru the file your blood boils, your money never went to pay off the school debt, Ash's files show the money you put into the account actually went to an offshore account and paid for ash's paining. "Your family Y/N but i can't just give you the money. Although i'm we can figure something out" Law glared at the man pushing the hilt of his sword out not liking the way ash is talking while Bepo steps forewords growling a little "Woh there... i didn't mean anything by it... i just think maybe we could steal the painting back, it's going into the gallery in town in a few days." he suggests throwing his hands up.

"That's all good for you but how are we going to get the money back?" Ikkaku speaks up looking at the files with you "I think we can help with that" A voice behind you says looking to see Kelly standing behind you and Ikkaku her hand on your crew members lower back while looking down at the file in your hands. "Our girls are more than happy to help" she smiles at you two Ash stuttering a little to greet her, the man has a massive crush on the head girl "H-hay Kell. um you look nice" you laugh a little at his attempt to flirt "Hello Ash." she simply replays's before turning to you "How about we talk about this tomorrow. I'll pick out some girls to help, and we can brain storm" You nod watcher her turn and leave with a smile "I think she likes me" Ash smiles making you roll your eyes "No she doesn't" you speak, the man now glaring at you "How the hell would you know?" with a sigh you close the folder and walk away "You're going to look so stupid when you realize"

Settling in back at the sub you look through the file for the sixth time while sitting on your shared bed with Law now in your comfy pj's. Law walks in topless and a towel over his wet hair after just getting a shower "Now i know how you feel" he states leaning in the door way watching your every move as your eyes never leave the papers scattered in front of you "I just can't believe this happened. I should have checked" you sigh to yourself mentally beating yourself up about it, Law sighs and sits next to you on the bed throwing the towel off his head "You can't change what happened." his hand goes to your back not really sure how to comfort you over this your always the one who works with the money and your very good at it. "You were worried about the school and probably didn't think to look into it." he states getting you to look up at him "I feel stupid" putting the papers into the file you shove it onto the night stand finally able to stop looking at it. The captain grabs your chin and forces you to face him "You're the smartest person i know" he smiles a little as you finally let yourself relax and place your hand over his "Not compared to you" you smile only for him to shrug "We'll i didn't add myself onto the list" you playfully slap his shoulder letting out a laugh "You have such a ego" Law laughs a little acting hurt and laying down on the bed holding his shoulder. Laughing you lean over him and kiss his cheek "thank you" you hand runs up his bare chats and to his cheek letting your thumb rub his soft skin "Anything for you" he whispers, an arm going around your waist as he leans up to place his lips on yours.

#polly relationship #trafalgar d water law #law x reader #one piece law #trafalgar law #law #heart pirates #bepo #Penguin #Shashi #one piece

[dxrkdreamer]

Exoneration (Sukuna x Reader smut)

Being his favorite led to some consequences with the other servants, and you were falsely accused in their attempt of getting rid of you. You would do whatever it takes to receive Sukuna’s forgiveness.

Sukuna x reader smut

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: dubcon, oral male receiving, praising, humiliation, blindfold and rope, slight size kink, slight pet kink if you think about it, y’all I hate looking back at this and describing what I wrote.

A shiver went up your spine, either from the temperature or the fear. You weren’t sure. You couldn’t see through the silk blindfold covering your eyes. The delicate cloth absorbing your silent tears. I wouldn’t betray you! You wanted to scream and beg for your king to believe you. But you knew better than to test his anger.

“Poor (name)... who knew you would be in this position” your head shot up as you looked for the source of the voice.

“M-my king I swear I didn’t-” you were cut short of your plea as his clawed hand gripped your chin forcing your face up so he could get a good look. His grip was painful and it took every ounce of tolerance to not try and rip out of the binds your wrists were in, not like you would be able to anyways.

“What did you say little lamb?” he asked, chuckling and enjoying your pathetic view. He knew you were crying behind the blindfold, your shaking body gave it all away. He loosened his grip on your chin and stroked your cheek with his thumb.

You were obviously his favorite in his temple, although he didn’t outwardly express it, everyone still knew. He showed it through his smirks, his little taunts, his preference over you doing his personal tasks. You were a shy, meek little thing. So fucking ravagable.

“Sukuna-sama, I would never go against you!” you managed out, before the blindfold could no longer cage your tears that flowed down your pretty face. Of course you wouldn't, he thought, did his servants really think he would fall for such transparent lies. He would deal with them after, right now he willed to take advantage of the situation. His sweet little (name) would do anything he would ask of her, but where's the fun in that?

“LIttle lamb, why would I believe your filthy tongue?” You were so precious, so innocent. You were under the impression you were here to be slaughtered by him, the carnage being cleaned up by the fellow servants that had spread rumours of you and led to your demise, and your king walking away without so much as a glance back at your corpse.

What a waste of a pretty girl that would be.

His nail swiped the tears off your cheek. He couldn’t wait to get started.

“I-I’ve never stepped out of line ever, I’m loyal to only you my king” you pleaded. Your village had easily discarded you as an offering to the King of Curses, so you became inclined to serve him since he gave shelter to you and all the other humans given to him until he got bored with them.

“My forgiveness and pardon does not come easy little one”

“I’ll do whatever it takes to gain my king’s pleasure” you said confidently leaning forward, so close to his crotch and your poor self didn’t even know. He had to resist the urge of skull fucking you in that very moment.

“You’re quite the innocent girl” he commented, smirking as he loosened his robe and pulled his girthy and lengthy cock out. Stroking it as he enjoyed your sight; blindfolded, wrists bound together with rope, your legs tucked under you obediently. Your soft white gown hung loosely on your shoulders exposing your soft mounds to him. “Tell me, have you seen a man before?” he questioned, his cock just barely touching your lips.

“No my king” you quietly replied, unable to sense the atmosphere. This made him smirk wider, how such a naive girl still lived in this era was beyond him. But he did not intend on wasting you for someone else to claim.

He couldn’t hold in his amusement and chuckled loudly, the sound made you squirm a little “Is that so dear (name)?” he asked once his outburst subsided. He guided one of his hands behind your head, caressing your other cheek in the process before he gripped the blindfold, tearing it off.

You let out a squeak from the sudden movement before your gaze stopped at his cock. You gulped not being able to look away. He put the tip against your soft lips, rubbing it against them. With wide eyes you looked up at him not knowing what to do. “Please me little lamb” he said, his eyes hooded with lust.

Unsure with what that entailed, you hesitantly kissed his cock, pressing your lips against the shaft, your small wet tongue darting out to lick the underside back to the tip, licking off the precum that had accumulated. Your eyes closed savouring the taste and moment. “Thank you Sukuna-sama” you said before your lips wrapped around his cock, sucking off the head hesitantly. Your eyes looking up at him innocently through your lashes. Your face already wet from previous tears and the fear still lingered.

“You poor thing, you would go this far just to make your king happy” he mocked, swiping off the rope binding your wrists “Giving up your little face hole just for me, how desperate”

His harsh words did not cause you to waiver, instead ignited something within you. You grasped the back of his thigh with one hand, the other going wrapping around his thick cock as you tried stroking it. Your small hand is just barely making its way around him. He quirked an eyebrow amused at you. How compliant you were. The desperation you had of trying to fit his length in your tiny mouth.

“Little girl you might just break your mouth trying to fit me” he chuckled, his hand gripping the back of your head before thrusting into you forcefully. Your body jerked from the sudden invasion, your eyes beginning to tear up from the force. “But you’d take all that just for your king, wouldn’t you sweet little lamb?” he cooed before continuing his thrusts. Your hands gripping his thighs harshly, your nails digging in deep enough to draw blood as you held on for dear life.

Even he was impressed by how much you were enduring. Your face just looked so fuckable he couldn’t resist. But he did not want to injure your pretty self, so soon at least. He pulled his cock out of your mouth causing you to fall onto your hands, your head lowered as you tried to catch your breathing and find some relief for your aching jaw.

He gave you a moment, and when you lifted your head up to look at him with the same determination he could only feel his ego swell. You were so obsessed with him. He gripped your face, his fingers pushing into your cheeks as he brought his mouth down to taste you, his tongue exploring the warm hole he just abused. “Good fucking girl” he said spitting in your mouth before pushing his cock back in, pounding you harshly before coming down to a slow pace as he came to his release, painting your throat in hot white.

He closed his eyes, sucking in a breath, calming down his raging hot body. He felt you whimper and move, crawling over and licking the remnants of cum off his cock. His hands moved to rest on your head, smoothing your hair back “you’re such a good girl, never disappointing me” he praised looking down at you.

“Am I forgiven?” you ask, a strange feeling within you. You wanted to be forgiven but you wanted more from your king. The distraught look on your face was obvious and he smiled looking from your face down to your dress that was wet and bunched up on your thighs.

“We’ll see little one”

#ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk smut #sukuna imagine #jjk #sukuna fic #sukuna smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader

[taechaos]

Little Secret

pairing: step-dad!Jungkook x fem!Reader

synopsis: From a fun celebration to not getting to the bathroom on time, you pee yourself in the middle of the living room and your step-dad has to take care of you.

warnings: smut, pseudo-incest, urine, fingering in tub, dubcon

word count: 2.4k

a/n: this is the disgusting fic i was talking about 🥰 not proofread, just smth i wrote in one day for fun. enjoy as long as u dont hate piss lol 😔👍

It's a night of celebration—the end of high school. It's the best celebration yet because you, after surviving hell of twelve years, are at the legal age to drink in a bar with your friends; the best night you can recall in your drunken state. Dancing, singing karaoke, giggling: pure joy.

So why are you crying while stumbling around in the living room? You sob and hiccup with a hand over your face and the other holding the couch for support. It has never been so difficult to stand straight, and you're thankful your mother's sleep is so heavy that she wouldn't wake up from your wails. 

But your step-dad's sleep is as light as a cat's, and you don't hear his heavy footsteps or grumbles as he climbs down the stairs. He rubs the sleep away from his eyes and they widen the moment they lay on you. He's about to call your name until his eyes trail down to the dark patch on your jeans. He doesn't need to ask why you're crying so loudly; it's easy to tell you're under the influence, and well, it apparently makes you very emotional since you're so upset about peeing your pants. 

But you're not exactly doing anything about it.

"Oh, it's okay," Jungkook coos and walks over to you to bring you into a light hug. 

You snuggle your face into his loose white shirt and sniffle. "I didn't– I didn't mean to," you snivel. "I-I couldn't get to the," you inhale shakily, "b-bathroom on time."

"That's okay," he runs his fingers through your hair soothingly, equally disheveled as his. "Don't cry, sweetheart. It happens; it's not a big deal. We'll get you cleaned up."

"I-I ruined it!"

"The washing machine—"

"No," you whimper pathetically, "it's ruined. My denim—" your head rolls back along with your eyes to the back of your skull. You go limp for a few seconds, and Jungkook holds you tightly. Just as he's about to ask you if you're alright, you continue, "the denim is forever ruined!"

Stepping away from his clutches, you rub your palms against the knees of your jeans and then the damp crotch area. The crotch and knees feel different; it makes your face scrunch up in sorrow. "Never the same," you exhale in a trembling voice.

Jungkook watches you in surprise and amusement. You tend to be closed off around him, well in the past year that he's been married to your mother at least. It makes him feel guilty to like you better drunk—extroverted.

"We'll get you new jeans then," he tries to comfort, but you only shake your head. 

"Feel it."

He sighs with a breathy chuckle and feels your jeans as you asked. He touches your pockets and then your crotch, practically cupping your heat. It's still warm with your urine and you pout at the look he gives you. You misinterpret it as disappointment, but it's a look of suppressing laughter. "Like I said, it's not a big deal. I'll wash it, okay? Your mother won't know."

You scoff and wipe your tears away. "Thank you. I-I'm very sorry, so sorry."

"Don't be. Let's go to your room," he slings his arm around your shoulder and walks you upstairs. You hold onto his waist and keep your gaze downcast. 

Your hiccups don't cease when you face the door of your bedroom. He twists the doorknob and lets you enter first. With puckered lips and tear stains on your face, you wait for him to come after you. He does, and then turns away from you. "Hand your jeans over to me, okay? I won't look."

He hears you shuffling behind him, and you don't take long to place the tainted pants in his waiting open palm. Your feet don't stay planted on the floor and you eventually land on your bed. The bathroom is right behind you, but you can't muster the energy to sit up nor open your eyes. "My underwear," you mumble with the side of your face squished against the sheets. 

At your indirect request, he cranes his neck and takes a peek at you. You're lying on your stomach and his eyes unintentionally travel to your ass. For being your step-dad, he thinks it to be okay for him to drink in this erotic sight. It isn't as if he's about to take advantage of a drunk girl, no less his step-daughter.

"You can't take them off?"

"Mm-mm," you shake your head.

He blows out a deep breath and stands before your feet. The sight of your wet panties isn't meant to be attractive, but it does get his stomach in knots. He grabs the edges of your underwear and asks you to lift your hips, which you do sluggishly. They're off within seconds and he picks up your jeans from the floor before aiming to exit. He has to get out and cleanse his mind of all his filthy thoughts from seeing your bare pussy two inches from his mouth. "Don't fall asleep before taking a shower first," he reminds with flushed cheeks and pushes the door open.

"Help me," you whine childishly before he can leave. 

He sighs your name as if exhausted—reluctant.

"Please!"

As if it's not bad enough that he got a small glimpse of your pussy, now you're asking him to give you a shower while completely naked. He's trying to be respectful by keeping his focal point at bay, but your ass is still hanging out while you're on the verge of a tantrum.

"Oh God," he mutters to himself and pinches the bridge of his nose. He gives in.

After throwing your dirty clothes in the washing machine downstairs, he returns quickly so he doesn't catch you fast asleep. Thankfully you're still awake, but not so alert.

He warns you to keep your eyes open while he fills the tub in your bathroom. There's a water bottle on your bedside table, which he tells you to drink lots from until he's back. He throws in a pink bath bomb sitting on the edge of your tub so you can hopefully relax. Never has he seen someone be in such a childlike headspace after drinking.

But childlike doesn't fit the current scenario when he's lying under your naked body in his boxers in the bathtub because you seem to be a lot clingier when drunk. You don't move a lot, which is a plus, but your butt is pressed against his crotch, which doesn't make the situation any better. 

"I'm sorry," you slur sleepily, "I really didn't mean to." He can pick up the strong scent of vodka lingering around you better in this position.

He tightens his arms around your shoulders with his hands clasped above your chest as he whispers, "Don't apologize, sweetheart. You won't remember this when you wake up, and I'll keep it a secret. Don't you worry about a thing."

"Why are you crying?" he asks softly when you start to sob again. It's a dry cry, and he's certain you don't know what you're doing yourself at this point.

"I can't do anything," you complain, "I'm so tired and-and I can't move."

He stays silent so you can comfortably babble on and on about nothing until you say, "Wash me. Please."

Jungkook lightly pecks your neck and eyes your tits before dipping his hands in the warm, pinkish water and scrubbing your shoulders. You sigh at his gentle touch, prompting him to switch to your knees. "My knees are not dirty," you grumble incoherently.

"Hm? You're not dirty?"

"I'm not dirty there."

"And you're dirty where?" He's teasing you, knowing exactly where you want to be cleaned, but that'd further agonize him with how little freedom his erection has under the tight restraints of his briefs. It wouldn't be appropriate of him to use you to get rid of it, but is it against the law to simply bathe you?

"Down," you vaguely murmur.

He can't see anything of your lower region from the courtesy of the blanket of colorful hue that the bath bomb transitioned to, which both annoys and relieves Jungkook. But his hand only listens to you as it trails down to your pelvis. "Here?"

You nod against his shoulder, and that's all the confirmation he needs to palm your vulva. You gasp and slightly jump before adjusting to the feeling of his hand. The adjustment proves to be futile when a small moan slips past your lips at his fingers grazing your labia. 

“You want me to stop?”

“No, no,” you breathe with a shake of your head. “I want to be clean, otherwise no sleep.”

“That’s right,” he chuckles and starts running his fingers down your folds. Stopping at your clit, he starts to circle the hood to thoroughly give you the cleaning you desire so much. It isn’t with any ill intentions that he gently cups your pussy and moves it up and down while you squeak out moans without shame. After a few rubs and touches, he's confident there is no more remaints of your drunk mistake. “You’re clean now, love. Want to go to bed?”

“I’m not,” you whine loudly and hold his wrist to keep his hand in place. “I’m not clean,” you cry out and he knows you’re going to start sobbing again, which you do—except your volume might risk waking your mother.

He tries to hush you, but you don’t stop with the crocodile tears. “Baby, baby, look at me,” he pulls your face by your chin, but you escape his grip easily and continue with your tantrum. “I won’t clean you if you don’t look at me.”

With your newfound defiant attitude, it's with a few huffs and puffs that you finally face him and he silences your sniveling with a press of his lips. It's not a kiss in his defence; neither of you are moving your mouths, which he appreciates now that you've gone quiet.

Now that the risk of your mother waking is taken care of, his hand is on your hidden heat again. At this point, it's easy to tell you're not worried about being clean anymore. You aren't sleepy, though you keep your eyes closed from being in this intimate proximity with Jungkook, you're in need of a climax. It's a shame that he's in a similar state as you, but if you're drunk to the point of asking your step-dad to touch you, it wouldn't be clever of him to ask you to return the favor.

Despite his clear lack of vision, Jungkook is a human anatomy professor and he finds your clit and squeezes it between two fingers easily, not to mention he's already experienced in the sex field. Your lips part into a whine and he opens his mouth to swallow your sounds as he slowly rubs your clit.

You lean into the—now labelled as—kiss needily, and he lowers his hand to poke at your entrance with his middle finger. He stupidly peeks an eye open to see if he's located it correctly, but your subtle thrust is approval enough. He cautiously shoves it inside your tightness and uses his palm to continue pleasuring your sensitive nub, grabbing your tit with his other hand to play with your nipple. 

"Oh God, hmmm," you moan against his lips and sloppily make out with him, smearing your slick saliva all over. He hums into you, unbothered by your raw affection as he thrusts his finger inside and pinches your nipple to get you to cum faster. He can't have you sobering up any time soon.

"Are you close, love?"

You murmur something in response, but it's not intelligible enough for him to understand, so he assumes you're at least getting somewhere. He quickens the pace of his thrusts, his palm against your clitoris; massages your boob more roughly and moves his mouth down to kiss your neck. As he's giving you a small love bite, your breathing turns into mere gasps with little broken moans. If he could, he would add a second finger to your pussy, but your clenching hole doesn't feel so ready when he curls his knuckle. 

You clutch onto his hair, chanting, "I'm gonna pee again, I'm gonna pee again…" 

"Try to hold it in, baby," he cuts in hoarsely without ceasing his movements. He does slow down when your legs start to shake and tremble, splashing the water as you do as he leaves calming pecks on your neck, collarbone, and a few on your lips. Not as a warning to lower your voice—your last moans are ones to savour—but to ride out your high. He has no idea if you did squirt in the tub, but he isn't going to take another shower to wash it down. He wants to feel it on his skin.

He can feel your pounding heartbeat under his hand as your body spasms and grinds on his erection. A moment of silence passes with your shaky inhales and exhales while he pets your hair. 

When he feels you calm down, he asks, "Do you feel clean now?"

"Bed."

"Alright," he whispers and kisses your cheek. Your eyes are closed and he predicts you'll be fainting soon, so he pulls the plug with ease and waits for the water to drain before pulling you up by your pits. It's a bit of a struggle because of your slippery wet skin, as well as the water weight on you, but manages to get you out and immediately throws you on the bed. He grabs a towel hanging on the bathroom door and dries you before himself.

Jungkook considers himself an honorable man most of the time, but he can't refrain from jerking off to your naked body while you doze off. Like he said, you won't remember a thing, so it'll be his little secret as he releases on your tits with a groan. He wipes off the evidence of his unorthodox actions, pecks you and your pretty little pussy before dressing you in your pajamas. 

He puts on his clothes and tucks you in before leaving your room with a quiet, "Good night, sweetheart."

All there's left to do is persuade you into doing this again while sober, because he didn't marry your wretched bitch of a mother after two months of meeting if not to have you all for himself. He doesn't mind letting you in on that one secret with time.

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[shadowturtlesstuff]

You belong with me

so i decided to post wadsworth first. modern au cressworth- you belong with me taylor swift

Thomas throws his phone down on the bed with frustration swirling around him as he paces. I set down my pen and wait till he turns and spots me. We often find ourselves talking via paper throughout the nights, from questions about our day to helping each other study. It is also often we watch each other be angry at something, yet I've not seen him this bad before. Finally Thomas turns and catches my eye. He stands there for a second before smiling and I quickly move around my various workbooks till I find my notebook I use to talk to him. I take my sharpie and write: ‘Are you okay?’

I watch him shake his head ever so slightly, seemingly baffled at it, but he walks to his window and opens it. The wind brushes his deep brown hair and I can't help but want to reach out and run my hand through it. I curse myself for it as he motions for me to open my window. Moving my books and pens off of me and cursing at my stiff leg as I go and open the window. Somehow I manage to hit my arm in the process and I curse, which makes Thomas laugh slightly so I forgive my body for hurting me. 

“You have a wicked mouth Wadsworth. Did you not learn cursing is unlady-like?” he teases and I relax slightly because of it.

“Fuck you,” I scowl at his smirk and the frigid wind. His eyes light up at my temper. We live across from one another, if we were to reach out we could hold hands. Which we have done. When I got rejected from the specific school I was desperate to go to, Thomas had managed to climb into my room and hold me as I cried. He's only ever needed to climb over twice to cheer me up, the other times have been to study or watch some romance programme he thought was good. I hoped wherever was troubling was something that wouldn't resort to me having to climb over. As much as I would want to, my brain may have a hard time letting me attempt it. 

“I assume dear Wadworth, you want to ask what has made me so irate?” he asks, eyes focused on behind me and fingers tapping his window sill as he sits. I watch as his cat, ridiculously named Sir Isaac Mewton, jumps off his bed and onto his seat next to him. He grabs the cat and kisses the top of his head before holding him in his lap.

“Perhaps,” I say, moving so I rest my head on the wall, “perhaps I merely wanted to ask if Sir Issac was okay.” his eyes shift to mine and despite him still being angry they soften at my attempt at humour. I am not as good as Thomas at using humour to help someone, but he always does it for me. 

“Really? You always refer to him as a little pest, whereas as with me, I am your dearest person, of course you want to know how I am feeling. My son is good though, very energetic today.” he smiles down at his cat. I remember the day he brought him home, he made me go over to his house and we spent all night playing with him. Thomas did, I ended up studying and making notes for the both of us while he gave Sir Isaac a ‘grand tour’ of his new home. The smile vanishes off Thomas's face and once again his gaze goes past me. “I assume you saw the call, well that was William. Yes, awful. Apparently though, there is a rumour that I'm with Miss Whitehall. I don't even remember her first name, but he was convinced of our relation despite my protests. Madness.” I watch him scoff, anger once again taking over his features. His cat nuzzles into him and Thomas leans into his cat. If I wasn't also mad now I'd smile at the sight. 

“Is this the same William that had convinced everyone I was dating him?” 

“Yes.”

“Bitch. Why on earth is he such a problem? Where on earth does he even make this assumptions about us?'' I find myself standing and pacing, trying to quell my own rising anger. A year ago, William had been my lab partner for a few weeks, he was friendly, but people had got it in their head that we were somehow together, and he went with it. Gossiped about me, even Thomas, and then was somehow enraged I dared to stop those rumours and be angry at him. I'd come home one day when it was particularly too much, when my father had found out and lectured me about it, as though I was in the wrong for standing up for myself. He'd cancel my lesson with my uncle out of spite, and I stormed upstairs. Thomas had been at the window, as if he was expecting me. One look at his face made me cry. I managed to open my window and he'd once again climbed in and held me as I cried. Then he made us watch this awful romance film together and held me still as I fell asleep on him. 

“I have never once,” Thomas says, dragging me back from those awful memories, “shown interest in her, nor will I ever.” He drags a hand through his hair. “She's just- a lot.”

I huff a sigh. She is awful. Had been awful to Liza and I for years. With her short skirts, high heels and the most rotten attitude I have ever witnessed. It wasn't often that I'd hate someone like that, someone so different from me in nearly every way, but she has tried to make me feel that I don't belong because of my interest in science and not the traditional girl interests.. “That is the understatement of the year Cresswell. Beside, you wouldn't work, she's too- your,” I have no idea how to explain how excellent Thomas is, how wonderful his mind is and how kind he is. It's not a side he shows to most, yet if he was ever with someone like Whitehall, it would be disastrous. I take my seat again and find him looking at me, suppressing a smirk and raising an eyebrow at me. “What?” I ask. I shrink under his gaze, pulling my hoodie over my legs as I curl in on myself. 

“I’m what? I'd be delighted to know your innermost thoughts of me, Wadsworth.”

“Your absurd but fine I'll elaborate,” I roll my eyes as he shifts so he is fully facing me, eyes completely focused, no sign of the anger he had only moments ago, “your too kind, too witty and clever and Whitehall wouldn’t appreciate you enough. You-” don’t belong with her.

Ever since he mentioned the idea of being with someone else, real or not, I have tried to ignore how much it pained me that he would be with someone else. I never expected to want to be with him, yet lately the premise of dating him has seemed very pleasing to me.

“You forgot to mention how handsome I look, or how charming I am, but I'll take it,” his voice is deeper than normal and his gaze travels over me even though his eyes are on my own. Thomas pats Sir Issac and his cat jumps off behind him with a whine. His hand reaches out for mine and I lean forward, wind making my loose strands of hair fly across my face. His hands are warm as I take them but his smile warms me more. It is small but genuine and filled with the normal Cresswell charm mixed with something I can't quite name. 

“I don’t need to inflate your ego further Thomas.” 

“I know but it would've been nice. I did say the inner most thoughts but we’ll get there. Audrey rose-” he looks down contemplating his words before he once again locks his gaze on mine, his dark brown eyes bright, “I dont belong with her, your right, my heart would never belong to her especially since it already belongs to someone else.” 

I blink at the honesty. I want to scream that you belong with me; but if Thomas is in love with someone else then I suppose I will have to find a way to deal with it. I try to keep the hurt of my face even as he smiles at me. 

“I-” Thomas lets go of my hand and stands. There's a silence between us until he motions for me to move. The idiot is going to climb into my house so he can tell me about his new found love. Like the fool I am, I'm going to let him talk about this girl who makes him look this happy. Even though it hurts that it's not me who is making him look like that. Even though I'm the one who makes him laugh when he is angry or upset. Even though I'm the one who knows his favourite songs, the books beside his bed and all his hopes and dreams.

He climbs over and sets himself on the window sill, giving me room to sit across from him. I do, even as I try to ignore the weight pressing down on my chest. “I hope you are happy with whomever has your heart Cresswell.” I say and mean it. I once again curl into myself, hoodie covering my legs as i watch him continue to smile at me, 

“Of course I'll be happy. She's amazing. Let me tell you all about her. I met her many years back and was instantly smitten with her emerald eyes and her quick witted mind. How she sings to herself every morning and how her dark curls fall across her face whenever she sits on her bed and reads. I adore her curiosity for the dead and how wicked her mouth is and how delightful it is to watch your mind at work. I love when she shows me a note through the window to see if I'm doing okay and-”

“Wait,” I blurt out, my mind catching up, “Thomas, are you talking about me?”

“Yes, finally! I thought I'd have to keep speaking forever till you realized it was you.” He starts laughing at my gaping mouth until I collect myself enough to scowl at him slightly for laughing. Thomas reaches out for my hand, moving closer to me until my back is pressed against the wall, my hoodie no longer over my legs as he rests his other hand on my leg, warmth seeping through me. “Wadsworth, darling, I have been in love with you for some time now.” 

Silence washes over us as we stare, trying to convince ourselves this is really happening. “I have something to show you.” My voice is barely about a whisper and I slide out of his grasp even though I don't want to. I walk to my bed where all my notebooks were left open and my notebooks sits. I open it out and let a piece of paper fall out. Facing Thomas I open the sheet slowly, watch him read the words. His eyes lit up at them.

I love you.

I take my place beside him again, his hands finding their way in mine once again. “I wrote that the night after you came here the second time. Something in me clicked that no matter what you'd find a way to comfort me. Not save me, but work alongside me. I wanted to tell you I just couldn't face it. But I needed to acknowledge it. So I wrote it down, and I look at it every time we use the note system; I try to convince myself to show you.” Thomas just stares at me, eyes flicking down to my lips every now and then. His hands are making circles on my leg, not entirely intentional. Thomas has always shown if he is excited or nervous by either tapping or making shapes on surfaces. The world slows completely as he leans in and presses his lips against mine. He pulls back ever so slightly, resting his head against mine and we are both smiling wildly at each other, pressing kisses until he leans further away. Thomas goes back to his side of the wall, which may as well be across the other side of the world, then he pulls me to him and I twist so that my back is against his. He holds me as we both look out the window, enjoying the freeing feeling of telling each other how we feel. 

“Now would be a perfect time to tell me how handsome I am, my love.” 

@fangirling-again @kittycat2187 @goatahoan @city-of-fae @the-hoofflepooff @padfoot-sirius-black-blog @purplecreatorhorsewagon @boredbookwormgirl @goddess-of-writing-wars @lovecakeandmore ​ @yikesitsmaddie @loveyatopluto​ @throneofsc @bookscressworth​

#sjtr #hpd #efh #btdp #ctd #stalking jack the ripper #hunting prince dracula #escaping from houdini #capturing the devil #thomas cresswell #cresswell #audrey rose #audrey rose wadsworth #wadsworth #cressworth #kerii maniscalco #you belong with me

[sif-the-tsunami]

As much as I love the kink and smut that comes out with Henry being dominant, I also love the idea with him being with a soft dominant service top of a woman. Also, I should have been asleep instead I wrote this.

It starts out with a little bit of playful banter. She is clearly much more petite than Henry, but that doesn't stop her from jokingly inviting him to sit on her lap one day.

She smiles and tells him "that's my good man," when he finally takes her up on it. Granted he's mostly sitting on the arm of the chair. She tenderly pats his knee. And somewhere in his brain, the praise kink is activated.

She is generous with her compliments. "I can tell you practiced, your form is great today." "It was so thoughtful of you to hold that for me, thank you." "Oh, that idea is brilliant! Henry, you are marvelous." "You know what, you are right, the Ptolemaic lineage was probably more inbred than a sandwich. Thank you for reminding me of that." "Hatshepsut would make for an fasinating character study, I'm glad you said something."

He is constantly chasing the high he got from that first time. When they finally have the courage to tell each other how they feel, he tells her that he would do whatever she wanted if it meant that she would tell him that he's her man, and that he doesn't quite get it but something about her makes him want to work for it. That sometimes the happiest he's felt is when he lays his head on her lap, and drifts off into a peaceful sleep as she combs her fingers in his hair as she reads her book.

She has no problem stitching the buttons back on his shirt or the side seams back together because she wants her man to look as handsome as possible. She will sometimes get the next size up and tailor it to him so the buttons don't pop off. She does the cooking so its one less thing he worries about, not because its expected. He comes home after a bad day, she knows when its time to bring out the whiskey and kneel between his knees giving him the kind of oral he's only ever seen in porn.

"What did I do to deserve this?" He'll ask her.

"You've been a good boy. Good boys get good head." She responds.

The sex, my god, the sex is two people trying their damnedest to please the other. Henry wants her as often as possible, and she loves watching him writhing under her touch. She tells him how good he feels, how no one else has ever made her cum like he has, that he has a beautiful cock. One day, he is on top of her, making love to her in deep passionate strokes. Her legs are wrapped around his waist, back arching in bliss, when she does something she never has before. Her hand gently but firmly touches his neck. She puts a little pressure on either side of his throat and he embraces this tender act of making him hers. In loving trust, he leans into it. He gives himself to her entirely.

"You like my hand there, Henry. Don't just grunt at me, osito, use your words. Oh, you have the most beautiful throat, my sweetheart."

He doesn't relinquish control lightly.

The next time she put her hand on his throat she tell him not to be gentle with her. His thrusts are primal, he's afraid he's going to hurt her delicate body, but she can take it. The letting loose was just as much for her as it was for him. He slows down for a second to catch his breath, she just moves her thumb back and forth on his jaw. He grabs her hand, and starts kissing her palm. With each kiss he goes in deeply, causing her to gasp. He loves how her hand feels on his neck.

When he's asked to grow a beard for another film, she will occasionally run her fingers through it and pull him down to her for kisses. He ends up keeping the beard a little longer than intended. He starts getting bolder with his submission to her.

But its not all sunshine and rainbows. One day his stubbornness gets the best of him. The arguments are intense and he realizes when he goes too far but can't stop himself. He's only human.

Once the dust settles, he apologized to her, he realizes that even though she is loving and gentle with him, she is still not happy. That night when she comes to bed she tells him exactly what she wants.

"My love, I have an itch that needs scratching, but let's be honest with each other, you haven't exactly been my sweet pet today, have you? I want you to lay on the bed, you are going to keep your hands holding on to the headboard. You are not going to rock your hips, thrust or assist me in any way. I am going to suck your dick long enough to get you hard, then I'm going to use that beautiful cock of yours like my own personal sex toy. In fact, I even have a vibrator to speed things up for me. After I cum at least twice, I'll let you finish yourself off, but I will not help you, and you only have until I cum for a third time. Do you understand?"

Henry nods solemnly. He's never heard her talk to him like that and she might as well have thrown him across her lap and spanked him like the unruly shit he had been acting like earlier. He watches as she undresses herself. He was already naked and ready for bed. The sight of her caused him to start becoming engorged. She then licked and sucked on his manhood until he was fully erect. She then straddles his hips and eases herself onto him. With the vibrator in hand, she rides him, moaning and gasping. He want to hear her tell him how good feels. He loses control of himself for a moment, raising his hips to meet hers but she pulls herself away quickly in response. The first orgasm she has comes quickly. Her legs start trembling and her sweet walls clench onto him, pulsating. She gives herself a breather for a moment, then starts riding him again. The closer she gets to her peak, the less she moves on him, enjoying the waves of pleasure from her election assistant.

"Please, baby, let fuck you." He whimpers. "I'm sorry I was being difficult earlier."

"It wouldn't be a good punishment if I just gave in to you." She moans back at him.

"Please, I'll be better. I promise. Just let me put my hands on you. Fuck, I want to make you cum, not that fucking toy!"

"I'm so close again, Henry..." she says pulling roughly on one of her nipples. She then placed the vibrator on him where their bodies connected. She begins grinding against him, bouncing her hips up and down rhythmically. He grips the headboard until his knuckles are white.

"Please, oh fuck, you're so tight, please." He begs.

Finally the stars explode behind her eyes. Screaming out, she collapses on his chest. He wants to hold her so badly but he keeps his hands to himself. As she regains her composer, she slides off of him. He's painfully stiff and slick with her arousal.

"Alright, Henry," she gasps, trying to catch her breath. "I want you to cum for me."

She reclined back on the bed, he kneels between her thighs up right. He pulls her legs over the top of his so he has the best possible view of her still trembling sex. She moans for him while playing with her own nipples again. With all of her pleasure still on him, he uses his large hand to coax his own bliss out of himself.

"My love can I please touch you?" He asks again, voice shaking. She nods. He runs his free hand up her thigh, closing in on her center. He gently runs his thumb across her swollen, glistening, core. He stopped at her little love button with his thumb watching her body jerk. His hand moved to her waist like he was going to pull her close to him. The gasp she let out was what he needed to be pushed over the edge. His eyes close tightly.

"Mmm yes, baby, cum for me. Show me what I do to you." She encourages him. With a throaty loud groan, he cums across her abdomen. She then pulls him towards her to reward his own performance with a deeply loving kiss.

As they calm down for a moment, Henry looks into her eyes, playing with one of her breasts. "You know, my love, I don't think you've had the third one yet. I need to fix that."

He moves himself between her legs and begins to temp and tease more pleasure out of her sweet center.

*****

@littlefreya @achaoticaugust @oh-for-fic-sake @crimsonrae @dancingwendigo

This is what you get for all those smut bombs lol

#henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill smut #my apologies to henry cavill #fanfic #fem!dom #henry cavill

[casualreader1234]

Reunion

Pairing: Natasha x Reader

An: Part two of the random story idea I had. I think I'm just going to keep the same summary each time because I'm too bad at writing them. I tried to make this gender-neutral, and I don't think I wrote anything that would imply a particular sex, but let me know.

Summary: What if you weren't the hero of the story? What if you were the villain meant to burn the world down?

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warning: Morally gray protagonist, violence

Word Count: 2k

[Part 1], [Part 2]

This gif is so funny to me.

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When you had first arrived in the U.S, you had been intrigued by tales of the infamous Black Widow, a former Russian assassin turned good, that was enough to catch anyone's attention. To satisfy your curiosity, you had tracked her down, wanting to see her for yourself. Watching her from afar, you understood why she was considered one of the best in her field: her movements always flowed into the next like she was performing a dance.

She easily disposed of her targets, strapping her weapons back onto herself. Seeing the completion of her job, you left the ledge of the building you had been standing of before she could see you. Slipping into the shadow, you had to admit that your interests had been piqued by the assassin.

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You had always known that your girlfriend had been hiding secrets, but this one was far more exciting than you had thought. Never had it crossed your mind that Natasha might also be involve in the assassin industry. For such a planet, what were the chances of two assassins meeting and starting a relationship without either being the wiser. You weren't sure if that made her exceptionally good at her job, or you exceptionally bad at yours.

Asking around to some of your other contacts, you learned more about the KGB and the Red Room program that had trained Natasha, wanting a glimpse into her childhood. Disgust and rage filled you when you learned about the operation. They had hurt her, so you had made sure they all suffered for their crimes. Then, you returned back to America.

It was the reason you had stayed all these years. She was the reason. Though you've known where she's been all this time, you never revealed yourself. Maybe it was out of fear. Maybe it was out of shame.

It hadn't surprised you that Natasha decided to work for SHIELD. You've also known that she had a good heart, but it did make things more complicated.

She was one of the good guys now. If she ever crossed paths with you, she would be forced to face you as an enemy. So, for both of your sakes, you avoided doing things that would get SHIELD attention, carefully selecting jobs that would run under the radar. You had been careful, erasing most of your tracks, yet here you were, chained down to a table in a SHIELD facility.

Natalia-no-Natasha stared down at you. You unconsciously cringed under her intense gaze.

" How are you darling?" You asked, breaking the thick silence and giving her a small smile. "I must say, you look as stunning as always. Did you do something to your hair? It seems to be shorter."

Natasha didn't reply, instead shaking her head angrily. " What the hell, (Y/n). What are you doing in the U.S?"

Her harsh tone almost made you flinch. “ Here to visit my beautiful girlfriend? I've really missed you.” You tried, feeling a bead of sweat roll down your neck. Natasha may not have any powers but damn was this woman scary when she was mad. Flattery wasn't going to work on Nat though, her face stone cold as she looked down at you.

"That doesn't answer the question, milyy (darling)." She replied with a strained smile.

Tony watched the exchange with a slack jaw, eyes looking like they were going to pop out of his sockets from shock. “ I’m sorry? You know this criminal Nat?”

Your head snapped to the man, jaw clenching. “ Nat?" You sputtered at the intimate nickname. "Who gave you permission to call her Nat?” You swiveled back to look at Natasha. “What is your relationship with him?” You asked accusingly.

Natasha rolled her eyes, turning to Tony. “ Don’t call me Nat, Stark. And this idiot here is (Y/N).”

"Yeah, her [girlfriend/boyfriend] ! " You added helpfully.

The look Natasha gave you was deadly enough to silence you again. She turned her attention back to Tony, " Do you want to fill me on what's happening Stark? I return from a mission and hear from Steve that we had caught a mutant, but I wasn't even aware that we were after one." You frowned at the fact that had she referred to you as a mutant, but chose to ignore it.

Tony shrugged, acting like a bratty overgrown child," No, I don't want to." Natasha's jaw clenched and you decided to lend a helping hand.

Tendrils of black suddenly snaked around Tony, pining him hard against the wall behind him. His eyes widened, shooting to the origin of the magic, seeing you now unbounded and smiling widely at him, the handcuff hanging loosely off the table. Standing up, you rubbed at the red marks on your wrist left by the binds.

"Better answer her, Mr. Stark, I wouldn't want to get on her bad side." You threatened, eyes turning pure black for a split second.

Tony desperately looked at Natasha for help, but she stayed steadfast, unmoved and patiently waiting for him to answer. Realizing that no help was coming, he relented. "Fury got tipped off about some assassin that had been piling up bodies all across the U.S and North America. At first we dismissed them as the work of sporadic killers, not linking the deaths together until we got another tip about them being a mutant. We had Wanda examine a few of the bodies and she confirmed that magic was the cause of death. Since then, we've had our eye set on a contracted killer who went by the alias Reaper. A few weeks ago, we got a hit on their last location, and from there, we planned our trap."

Realization dawned onto you, " You put a bounty over yourself!" You exclaimed with a chuckle, thoroughly impressed by their commitment. It was a good plan, one that you hadn't even considered. Of course, if it had been any other week, the plan would've failed.

Every time you used magic, there was a backlash. The magic was deep inside you, a part of your very being, but it didn't stay that way willingly. The black flames were a dark and ancient form of magic, one that could only be wielded by a select few. Long ago, many groups had tried to master the arts, but most failed. The magic was powerful, more than anyone really knew, and only grew more so as it consumed more energy. Magicians didn't as much wield the magic, as they did subjugate it.

Candidates trained for years in preparation for the infusion, getting their body ready to handle massive amount of energy. When they were deemed ready, they would be exposed to a pure form of the magic. The flames would consume them and their screams could be heard for miles. Most people who entered the last trial end up dead, completely consumed by the magic. A few though, came out stronger. Instead of being consumed by the flames, they had somehow consumed the flames, magic now flowing through their veins.

Even then, the magic inside of wielders fought against their vessels, constantly trying to escape. The ring you wore helped you control the magic inside, absorbing some of the power and trapping the rest of the flames within you, where it couldn't escape and grow any stronger. But every time you took off the ring, you unintentionally let the magic grow, and when it finally returns back to you, the fight inside gets a little tougher.

Normally, it didn't affect you much. You had been trained since childhood to control the magic, so you could go hours with continuous magic use without any major repercussion. But the past month, you had really tested your bounds, toeing the limits of your control. This inevitably degraded your mental state, leaving your mind a little hazy. This meant you were a lot more impulsive and less observant, something that played in favor to SHIELD's trap. You knew you shouldn't have taken the hit on Tony, especially due to your exhaustion, but you had let your excitement of possibly seeing Natasha blind you. Nevertheless, the current situation didn't really worry you anyways, although you made a note to deal with a problem later.

"And why wasn't I informed of this?" Natasha pressed on.

"Don't take it personally. You're area of skills weren't required for the job, so you weren't informed. Simple as that." Tony plainly stated, clearly sensing the Russian's agitation.

You had to stifle your laughter at the irony. If Natasha had been assigned to the case earlier, you probably would've been captured much sooner.

Natasha bit the inside of her cheek, obviously deep in thought as well. " Release him, (Y/N)." She finally said and you happily obliged, but not sliding you ring back on, letting the flames surround you in a hazy aura incase you needed to react to any threats. Tony let out of breathe of relief as your magic retreated, but you could see that he was still a bit shaken up, the effects not fully wearing off.

"Hey are you alright darling?" You asked concernedly, ignoring the wobbling man when you caught Natasha looking a little pale. Walking over to where she was, you reached out a hand to lightly caress her cheek, the flames retreating as it reached her. You hesitated for a split second, unsure of how she would react, but Natasha leaned into your touch. Her eyes met yours. It was the same bright green that you dreamt about, and they looked even more dazzling up close. She smiled up at you and it was like all the years you've spent apart hadn't happened.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She whispered reassuringly and you smiled too in relief. “ What does Fury want with the (Y/N)?” She asked Tony, but her eyes didn't leave you.

“ The same thing we do to all threats. We either eliminate or imprison them .” He answered, voice indifferent.

Natasha turned to him, much to your dismay, “Why can’t we accept them into SHIELD?” she offered instead.

Tony, who had thought your weird relationship with Natasha was the strangest thing that could happen, couldn't believe what he was hearing. “You want to let an assassin into our ranks? Are you crazy?! Did you already get your hands on the vodka shelf?” He stammered.

Natasha gave him a dark look, one that sent a chill of excitement down your spine, “I was an assassin too Tony.”

Tony didn’t seem to know how to respond to that, but he didn’t need to. The door to the room swung opened again, this time a larger blonde man marching in. You recognized him from your intel: Steve Rogers-Captain America. Behind him, you saw several heavily armed agents behind him, their guns trained on you.

Natasha whipped around at the sudden intrusion, surprise flashing across her face. " Steve." She said warningly, noticing the same things you did, but Steve didn't let her finish, already throwing out his shield in attack. The metal was launched at you, cutting through the air faster than the eyes could follow.

You easily caught it, magic stopping it mid-flight.

You sighed at his pathetic attempt, " Mr. Rogers, don't you know it's rude to interrupt? You can't just come in here, guns blazing, and shield flying." You reprimanded, lazily throwing the shield back to the man. Steve tried to catch the shield, but was knocked back by the sheer force of your throw. The men immediately behind him stumbled back in shock as the 6'1 super solider crashed into them. Those who were left standing quickly recovered and upon realizing that their first line of attack had been beaten, prepared to shoot. They found themselves unable to. Fear had crept up on them during the ruckus and now they were unable to move as your magic seeped through them. With a simple wave of your hand, the black flames around you attacked and within seconds, all the agents, including Cap, dropped to the floor.

"What?" Tony gasped in horror, and for the first time, he seemed to truly understand the extent of your power.

"Relax, they're not dead. I just knocked them out for-" You pretended to check your wrist for a watch, " -a while. I don't know, I usually don't wait around for the people I knock out to wake back up."

Natasha was staring in shock at the pile of bodies by the door and you saw something indistinguishable in her eyes. A distinct chime echoed off the walls of the room, drawing your attention to your phone in the corner. You walked over to it, Tony looking like he wanted to stop you but was too terrified to. Picking it up, you read the message silently. Shouting could be heard getting louder, footsteps pounding towards you as alarms blared.

"Looks like that's my cue to leave." You announced to Natasha and Tony. " Sorry to cut our reunion short Talia."

Natasha stepped forward, blinking out of her shock. "(Y/N) wait-!" She began.

"Don't worry, I think I'll be staying a little bit longer in New York. We'll see each other soon my love." You promised, picking up one of the fallen agent's guns and shooting out the lights until you were enveloped in pitch darkness. Then, before the backup agents could arrive, you melted away into the shadows.

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You emerged from a dark alleyway in some shifty part of the Bronx. Pulling out your phone, you replied to Matt, your associate, declining the new job he had sent over, informing him that you would be taking a vacation for a while.

Seeing Natasha had reminded you of how much you actually missed her, and you didn't want to just leave New York yet, not when you barely had the chance to catch up with your lover.

But first, you had a snitch to catch. Someone had tipped off SHIELD about you. Someone who knew you about your power at that. You couldn't let someone so dangerous live.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------Powers of Reader [Will be updated as more information is learned about Reader]

-Ability to set fear in opponents

-Ability to melt into shadows (teleportation like: goes into one shadow, pops up somewhere else)

-Magic flames that kill people(?) and knocks them out(?)

-Major simp for Natasha (special skill)

#natasha romanoff #natasha x you #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #marvel fanfic series

[deliciously-yeeted]

I was in desperate need of some beel fluff, so i wrote some. As one does. Uh, ive never done this,(posting fanfic, i normally jus write small things for myself tbh😅) before so please have mercy lol

I hope ya like it though, it put a smile on my face so im hoping it does the same for you♡

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You started filling the hem of your shirt with snacks, as many as you could fit in the scrunched up fabric that is, a tired but playful grin on your lips, as you thought over what you planned to do, mentally prepping yourself.

Normally, you're not so bold about seeking out comfort and such, feeling shy about showing vulnerability...but today, ugh, today had you particularly worn down. You needed something, affection preferably. You'd settle for a warm bath and some melatonin if you had to. Though, you really didnt want too.

You were tired of self soothing all the time. And Asmos care packages could only help so much. But you knew how to make it all magically better. There was only one option in times like these .

You worked quickly, excitement bouncing around in your gut, making your hands a little shaky.

Having grabbed all you could you carry, you practically dashed from the kitchen. Your mind set on finding a certain big demon. Last you heard, he was headed to his room for a bit. You hoped he was still there.

When you finally reached his bedroom door, you found yourself in a tad bit of a pickle. Your eyebrows furrowed, the realization that you wouldn't be able to open the door making you frown at the closed door briefly. You cursed yourself slightly, for not thinking that far ahead. You forgot in all your excitement.

Briefly you considered trying to use you feet before dropping the idea. Guess you've got no choice.

Dang it! You felt kinda bummed that you'd be losing the element of surprise, but the grin soon returned, thinking about seeing Beel always you happy, regardless of the circumstances.

"Beeeeellllllllllll!" You called out, letting a bit of a whine into your voice, hey, who knows? Maybe it'd get him in front of you faster?? He tended to be on the slower side of answering his door, sometimes he simply didnt hear it. Especially if he was working out or watching tv.

Apparently, whining his name did not speed him up:(

You were about to call out again, worried he hadn't heard you, when the door clicked open. The mere sound making you feel slightly giddy. Your eyes snapping up to meet his briefly. You soaked in as many details of him as you could, without just straight ogling him, before flicking your eyes back up to meet his.

"Y/n?" He seemed pleasantly surprised, dressed in a black tank top and grey sweats (you were happy to see him wearing them, because while he looked like a whole ass meal in them, it also meant he had no plans of leaving the house tonight).

His eyes were quick to find the odd lumps wrapped up in your shirt, as well as the bit of tummy peaking out. The position you held your shirt in had caused the bottom of your stomach to show, something you had worried about on the way here, anxious about a different brother catching a glimpse of you. You could feel his stare burn against your skin, he was about to say something, but then his nose twitched, and his eyes fixed on your bundle of snacks instead.

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Not that you minded his staring your stomach, not with Beel.

The others...maybe.

Your tummy was one of his favorite parts about you, he's hands finding their way under your shirt to touch and squeeze the soft flesh more often than not. Always gentle and non intrusive. I think he'd full on cry if he accidentally upset you somehow tbh.

Boy had absolutely no shame about it, once he learned you didnt mind much.

Especially when you seemed to be a bit shy about showing your stomach, with the others, or just in general. He made sure to let you know how much he loved your squish. Be it at RAD or just casually in the house.

The only person who ever raised a fuss over it was Mammon, although, he tended to fuss over everything you did anyways;; His protests did absolutely nothing to deter you or Beel, much to his dismay.

Sometimes, if Beel was hungry and needed a distraction or a quick 'pick me up', he'd scoop you up and just shove his face into your tummy. (Much like what I do with my cat when I'm bored and/or sad) Then he'd just hold you there until he absolutely had to let you down.

Relishing in the feel of your softness and you heart racing under your skin, fluttering so delicately under his lips, pressing his face against you was an instant mood lifter for him.

You loved it, a surprised but delighted laugh always ripping from your chest, almost subconsciously. You couldn't hide your happiness in his affections, not that you would want to (thats a lie, you cant help but be embarrassed at the end of the day by the intensive joy you felt whenever you looked at him). Which only seemed to motivate him even more, and soon each time he scooped you up, he'd kiss all over your tummy, making you giggle because it tickled, before hugging you close with a small sigh.

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"I brought snacks, and some cuddles. So uhm, can I nap on you for a bit? 'M tired. Unless your busy or something..." you beam up at him, starting to hesitate toward the end, suddenly a little unsure.

"Pretty please?? I wont bug ya, I promise." You plead, pulling your best puppy dog eyes, shifting from one foot to the other nervously. His eyes widened as his brain processed what you said, and the cute sight in front of him. If he was being honest, it made his brain stop for a split second.

He chuckled at you and lifted you up by the back of your knees, holding you carefully to his chest, mindful of your full shirt. A small startled squeak coming from you as he did so, a sound he never got tired of hearing.

You glanced in the room as he closed to door, he had papers sprawled over the small coffee table in the middle of the room, and a few (you spotted more in the trash bin in the corner) empty food wrappers around his work space. He plopped down in front of the table again, taking only a few steps to reach it. You were kind of jealous, your short legs never being a fair match against his. Luckily he enjoyed carrying you, which solved that issue right quick.

"You can keep me company while I finish my homework." He says, shifting you into his lap and keeping a loose hold on your lower stomach, fingers splaying out to get a small feel of your exposed skin. Glancing around, you dont see belphies mop of hair in his bed, he was probably sleeping in the attic or the observatory, you quietly hum to yourself, abit happy to have Beel all to yourself for the moment. Shifting forward, Beels hands refusing to let you go and setting on your waist, you hold your shirt above the edge of the table, and let the snacks spill from your shirt before smoothing the garment back down, missing Beels frown as he looses sight of your tummy. Quickly moving to organize the snacks a bit, so that they were within reach and not scattered all over his papers and in the way.

"Thank you, your the bestest!!" You say, the dull ache in your arms more than worth the effort in your opinion.

You tilted your head back so you can look up at him. Making eye contact with him made your brain kinda just...mush. Your hands slowly squeezing his on your waist, lifting them so you move a bit.

You tore you gaze from his, before turning around and wrapping your arms around his nack and your legs around his torso,(like a koala in his opinion).

Scooting as close as you could get away with, (your not as stealthy as you give yourself credit for, he knows, he just too nice to tease you for it, and he doesn't want you to stop), so you could snuggle up to him and be comfy at the same time. Which wasn't all that hard to do with him, being the teddy bear he is.

Your eyes glazed over slightly, and you were distracted as you mind pulled your attention away.

Ah, you were in pure bliss, you could die happy like this~

You had grabbed plenty of snacks, being sure to vary in your choices, knowing Beel would like to have options, and hoping to be able to buy some extra time with him and a cute Beel smile as a reward for your effort. Tho, youd do it anyways.

Not that you'd ever admit to that. Nuh uh, no way. Unless he asked nicely, you'd give in embarrassingly fast if he ever did, the realization making your face heat up.

But...

Embarrassment be damned, youd never tell Beel 'No'.

He looks down at you, face going all blushy and soft at your slightly dazed and flushed expression. Your thoughts getting the best of you for a moment. Shaking your head slightly and letting out a resigned sigh.

"Of course you can," you snap out of it when he speaks up, looking up at him, quick to give him your full attention. "I love when you cuddle up with me, it helps me focus a bit. You didn't have to bribe me, though, as long as its you, my cuddles come free-" wrapping his arms around your shoulders, giving you a snug hug, he moves to continue. "Not that I'm complaining-" you cut him off, feeling slightly guilty about it. You were already flustered, and his sweet words weren't helping your predicament one bit. That was until your eyes actually focus on his face, oh sweet hell, hes so precious!!! Your heart thumps nearly painfully for a moment, nerves biting into your thoughts.

Your face was definitely beat red now, you could feel it at the tips of your ears even. Yet you refused to move, your eyes locked on his. A rare occurrence, one you could tell he was basking in, his eyes were glued to your face, studying it. His flush deepening slightly.

Squishing his cheeks and "shushing" him gently. Your basically cooing at him, to tired suddenly to care much about how your words or actions came off. The nervousness slipping away from your voice and movements. "Its not a bribe hun, I just felt like seeing you smile before I fell asleep on you. Heh, your smile is my goodluck charm for good dreams, ya know?" You tiredly rub his cheek with your thumb, eyes lit up happily and content. Giving him a small breathless laugh at the end.

He really did calm you down, your mind slowing down as the excitement started to fade, a fact you became overly aware of quite suddenly, your eyes feeling quite heavy now that you felt safe.

You yawned, your weariness catching up to you.

Beels quick to notice, taking note of the bags under your eyes. Dont worry, he'll make sure you get some good sleep, no bad dreams were gonna plague you on his watch. He glances over at the snacks you brought, unbelievably happy. Seeing you so cutely curled up to him, the fact that you brought him as much food as you could carry(a sight he nearly died from when he saw it) and your sweet sweet words, it definitely warmed his heart to say in the least.

He loved that you actually came to find him, just so you could cuddle. His adoration for you is bottomless, just like his hunger.

So, Beel wraps you inna big bear hug, pulling you closer and peppering the top of your head and face with kisses. He gives you a big grin, his eyes sparkling happily. "Nap, I'll wake you up when I'm done and we can hangout till dinner."

You tiredly nod, relaxing against him.

Grabbing a baggy of chips, he smooches your forehead, before tucking your face under his chin so he could munch, and see his work(not like that was much of an issue, beels a big boy after all👀), without completely covering the top of your head in crumbs (you'd told him you didn't mind, especially since he always ruffled your hair to get then out, and you loved that...but he still feels bad about it and tries to avoid it to some extent) and being able to rest his chin on top your head was just the cherry on top for him.

💗Happy beel mode activated💗

Sighing happily, you close your eyes. Beels cuddles making all your stress melt away, just like they always did. Slowly, you start to drift off, listening to the soft scratch of his pen as he starts to work and his deep breathing, letting it lull you into sleep.

I dont know why my brain wanted me to got all out on this. I literally jus couldn't stop tweaking with it. Imma post if before i decide to change it. Imma just conveniently forget i wrote this now, maybe ill like it more after a week or two... :/ also if theres any spelling or grammar issues plz tell me, its like 2am rn so im sure i missed something

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me! #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #beelzebub obey me shall we date #soft #this is an entirely self indulgent writing #im not even ashamed #everyone needs beels cuddles in my opinion #also this is my first fanfic(?) ive ever posted #👉👈 imma b sad if other people dont also just wanna cuddle with beel #ack- im kinda nervous now #i just started writing cuz i was bored #no way in hell am i just gonna delete it either #obey me fanfic #beel headcanon #(?) im not good with tags #like at all #lmao

[kenmas-consoles]

Haikyuu Band AU

Singer! Akaashi x Reader

Akaashi was sat under a tree located a good few miles away from main campus, the boy had a guitar tucked under his arm and a worn out looking notebook and pen. Paper was scattered around him as he frustratedly crossed over what he had written down and scrapped the page right out of the book.

The dark haired boy sighed at the failed attempt to write song lyrics. He leaned against the tree and brought up his notebook and rested it on his face while his hands tapped a made up beat he’s been stuck working with for almost a month now on his guitar.

He was uninspired.

The boy had laid there motionless for half an hour, other students who were in the area just glanced over his figure with disinterest and assumed that the kid probably was either:

a. Dead

b. Wished he was dead

c. Really really drunk

All of which Akaashi believed to be a better option than to be creative blocked.

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“I thought I’d find you here.”

At the sound of the voice, Akaashi tipped his head lower to allow the notebook to slide off his face, “Did you need anything from me Bokuto-san?”

"Nothing in particular, you seem to be working hard these past few days. I just wanted to see if you were well and alive. . . or drunk and dead like what the others keep saying."

Akaashi ignored the latter comment and said, "I wouldn't be if either you or Kuroo actually did any work for the band," with a sharp look. Bokuto put both his hands up in defense at the look their lead singer gave him.

"Well, Kuroo did in fact get some work done. . . He booked us a gig at next weekend and--

Akaashi rolled his eyes at the drummer's antics, except in the midst of doing so something had caught his attention as he felt a gust of wind pass him by. He turned to his left, feeling everything slow down, until it all came to a full stop. Except for this one girl, hair tied loose pigtails, ripped jeans in her pants, and a camera in hand. She was smiling ridiculously widely while instructing her companion to do various poses all in which she had acted out. She was weird but he felt naturally drawn in.

"--Hey, Hey, HEYYY, AGHAASSHII! Pay attention." Bokuto whines to the green eyed singer, mumbling how he was going to text Kuroo and ask him more details bout the gig and that he should do the same.

"Sorry, thought I saw something. . ." Akaashi muttered while shaking his head, moving his gaze away from the girl to the bi-colored hair male that sat next to him.

"It's okay as I was saying, Kuroo got us this gig at a club, yknow down town Tokyo? It's at 9pm don't be late. Also, Kenma got a deal with a corporate sponsor and Kuroo got us to perform for them at the end of June and that's in two months and apparently a lot of music sponsors and record labels are attending, so it could be our big break. Got it? Okay." Bokuto said all while patting himself down as he stood up from his spot. Bokuto then had winked at Akaashi, "Also, that girl's name is (Y/n), she's in the Arts Department, she's in the cheer team and we're the same Creative Writing Class."

Bokuto soon then left the boy who just continued to spend his whole afternoon and free period staring at the girl.

Ever since he saw her that one time by the hill, he's been seeing her a lot more. Be it by the school entrance, the lockers, or even the cafeteria, and it wasn't exactly a bad thing. He didn't exactly know much about the girl except for what Bokuto had already told him, he did ask around but that wasn't exactly getting him anywhere.

He had got the feeling you weren't exactly popular, or stood out much, he honestly didn't really expect it out of someone who is 'All that' as Bokuto put it, he even questioned if you were the same girl Bokuto knows.

'Not by a longshot' he had thought.

Although her face can be easily lost in a crowd, it was unmistakable.

That smile is unmistakable.

"She's all that, huh?" he quietly said to himself as he flipped open his notebook and quickly bit the cap out of his pen as he frivolously wrote down in his book.

'She's all that'

Tapping his pen and nodding his to the beat of the melody he's been working on. A lunch tray had placed itself across the table Akaashi had been occupying. The boy paid no mind to it as he was too absorbed in the sudden but not unwanted burst of inspiration to even take notice. The person had then cleared their throat to make their presence known, "Do you mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is full." the girl lied.

Akaashi stared a while before coughing to his fist mumbling an apology while gesturing towards the seat infront of him almost as if to say 'take a seat.'

Akaashi then pretended to pay no mind to the girl infront of him as he kept his head down and eyes locked on his notebook. The girl found it amusing and giggled a bit at this.

It was kind of an obvious lie as the cafeteria was barely even halfway full. The girl wasn't stupid or oblivious to his stares or his attempt to find out more about her as she'd seen him question a few people from her department. She was just as curious and intrigued of him as he was of her.

"What are you working on?"

The question kind of threw him off guard as he accidentally knocked over his pen, "I-uh, It's a song." he replied briefly making eye contact before looking down again.

"I take it you're part of a band then?"

"I-, yes actually."

"Cool."

"Would you like to-uhm yknow watch a gig sometime?"

"Yeah, thatd be great."

Akaashi and (Y/n) locked eyes at that moment, and in that moment it felt like they've known nothing more but each other and that was the start of their weird friendship.

Akaashi had invited her to their show that weekend to which he found out was (Y/n)'s first time watching a gig and he's been taking her out every weekend to watch their shows. They've grown significantly closer the past month and he was slowly seeing nothing else but her. She was intoxicating and he was sure that the feeling he had for her was something more. Maybe he was beeing hasty in calling this feeling love but, he didn't know, all he did know was that he had infact already written a song abour her, one that he wanted her so badly to hear.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow Akaashi." (Y/n) said, turning and walking away.

"W-wait!" Akaashi yelled, cursing himself for stuttering, "I was wondering if. . . you would want to come to see me perform this Friday? The square, Tokyo, 10pm. Sound good?"

The girl tried to put on a straight face but couldn't help but bite back a smile. "We'll see, good night Akaashi." She said turning around to leave. Akaashi had silently cheered himself and fistpumped as he himself turned around to walk home.

★彡★彡★彡

It's 10:17 and you weren't here yet, and it made Akaashi much more anxious.

"You sure she's coming?" Bokuto teased, "Ofcourse she would, she'd get shit from your fanclub if she didn't."

"Shut up, I do not have a fanclub."

Kuroo made his way towards the two while plugging uo his bass. He whistled, "Full house out there." Akaashi then peered his head at the crowd of jamming teens and corporate sponsors. A girl comes out from the curtains, motioning that they should get on stage now.

Akaashi sighed, he closed his eyes as the music started and Bokuto clapping his drum sticks.

I'm in love with the Geek, the freak, the girl that never wins, so what, so what

He grabbed the mic and held it towards his lips as he got into the music.

I'm in love with the weird, the wild, her rip jeans in her pants, so what so what

He closed his eyes for a second, zeroing in on the beat of music, the vibrations of the cheering crowd and the sound of the bass. He opens his eyes allowing them to fleet over the faces in the crowd. They soon drift to a stop, seeing a familiar face he's been wanting to see since he first got here.

(Y/n).

She's doesn't listen to the radio, but she sings along at all my shows

I'm in love with the Geek, the freak, the girl that never wins, so what, so what

He had caught her gaze and now he was searing with confidence as he jumped to the beat of his music and took the mic out of it's stand.

So what if she's no beauty queen, or the captain of the winning team

She's on the side lines living her own life and having a good time

So what if she's not popular, never made it as head cheer leader

She's on the side lines living her own life and having a good time (She's all that)

Akaashi had smiled causing her to give a smile of her own as he sang, he took note of how she nods her head to the beat of the music. He then points to her winking then smirking. 'It almost feels like he was singing to her' She had thought as her heartbeat suddenly picked up it's pace.

We could live happily ever after

All the girls in the world don't matter

She's the one, she's the one I'm after

So what if she's no beauty queen, or the captain of the winning team

She's on the side lines living her own life and having a good time

So what if she's not popular, never made it as head cheer leader

She's on the side lines living her own life and having a good time (She's all that)

Oh yeah, She's all that, Oh yeah

The song ends, Akaashi was sweating and breathing heavily, his grip on the mic hadn't loosened a bit. He was lost in the cheers of the crowd as it slowly made his ears numb. A sharp blaring sound is the only thing that he could hear as he continued to take uneven breathes. The numbness of his ears had faded upon seeing your face in the crowd again. He didn't want to lose you as he kept an eye on your figure. Kuroo and Bokuto had nudged him to take a bow along with them and once he did your figure looked like it was never there.

"Great performance out there."

"The song was lit."

As the grouo left the stage they were flooded with compliments, Kuroo had made his way to talk to a few girls whereas Bokuto's whereabouts are currently unkown. A finger had tapped Akaashi's shoulder, he turns around to fund you smiling that ridiculous smile of yours that forever had him captivated.

"You were great out there," the girl beamed.

"I guess. . . I-(y/n), I. . ." he hesitated, "I wrote that song about you and I-"

"I know."

Akaashi had never felt more horrified in his life, you on the other hand just continued on smiling as a solid blush crept it's way on hour face all the way to your neck.

"H-huh? Wait-I-what?"

"Bokuto told me," (Y/n) said as she craned her head to look over at the built male who was on the other side of the room, he had sent a flirtatous wink towards Akaashi.

"It was really sweet, I'm touched," she said while taking taking a step closer with each word, "but you wanna know something interesting? Akaashi Keiji is no longer a Stray."

"What do you mean?"

"Because, Akaash Keiji is mine now." she says leaning ever more closely, angling her her face and soon he could feel her breath fan against hos skin he then slowly closing the gap between them.

#haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fanart #haikyuuxreader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu akaashi #band au #haikyuu band au #haikyuu songfic #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji #akaashi #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi band au #kuroo #kuroo tetsurō #akaashi keiji imagine #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x you #bokuto #bokuto koutaro

[alwaysnforeverfangirl]

Dance Me To The End Of Love - Prologue

A/N: Here it is the Prologue of the Fred Weasley x OC fic. It's a short introduction to the story of my OC, Veronica Reed. Although Fred doesn’t appear in here both characters will meet very soon. Hope you like it, Rach💖

(To the people who had already read the other prologue, somethings are change, this is the new one.)

Summary: Veronica Reed has a nightmare before the day her life changes forever.

Warnings: torture, death, mentions of war, mentions of anxiety.

italics are flashbacks/memories/letters/notes

Tags: @hercrimsonpeaches @reeophidian @beforeoursunsets @weasleysandwheezes @cursestothemoon (let me know if you wanna be tagged in the next parts or if you want me to remove you)

Masterlist of the series

There it was again. In her chest, hiding behind her ribs. The pressure that she had grow to fear. She whipped away the sweat on her forehead while releasing a sob that she had hold. The cold air of the night painted goosebumps on her skin when she moved the covers off the bed, her feet touched the carpet that decorated the floor of the room and she started to make her way to the kitchen to drink a glass of water.

Veronica Reed knew very well her condition. That's why she was so afraid of the anxiety that always came after remembering her father's death.

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-Rabastan…

The voice of Alaric Lestrange was barely a whisper. In front of him a man dressed in black robes was giving him a wicked smile. Behind his long hair Alaric could recognize the features of his younger brother.

-It’s been a long time brother.- Rabastan’s voice was hoarse. He was moving around the place, searching for something while laughing at Alaric.- I didn't have the opportunity to give you my condolences on the loss of your wife.

Alaric’s body tensed up, thinking of the day Anna was brutally killed by Fenrir Greyback. She had fought in the war even though Alaric didn't want her too. They had a daughter and the thought of leaving her orphan haunted him, he had promised himself that she would have the loving family that he never had.

“She will grow healthy and free and she’ll understand what we fought for and why we couldn't hide away while the world we believe in was at risk.” With those words being said by his always courageous wife, Alaric Lestrange joined the Order of the Phoenix with Anna Reed by his side. He knew she was right. He couldn't keep on running from his family and the atrocities that people like them were doing to the Wizard Community.

-She had an amazing magic ability for a mudblood…- The younger of the Lestrange brothers started to approach Alaric in a threatening way.- The child that you two had together… Where is she?

At that moment Alaric realized why Rabastan was there. He was furious about the fall of the Dark Lord and he definitely had heard about the rumors. Not only he was there to torture him like he and their older brother had done while they were kids. He was there to capture his daughter and found out if what people said was true. But Alaric knew that if Lord Voldemort followers were to find Veronica she would become a slave, and that’s the reason why he came back to the United States when Anna died. To protect their daughter and help her understand what she was able to do before anyone could use her.

-You haven't said a word yet dear brother. Has the cat got your tongue? - Rabastan left a creepy laugh.- You know pretty well what I’d do to you if you don’t show me where your daughter is.

-You’d do it even if I do as you say.

Rabastan smiled, he took Alaric’s face with his left hand and pointed his wand to his chest. This wasn't the first time both brothers were in this position, although usually Rodolphus Lestrange was behind Rabastan, with his chest filled with pride as the younger of the family showed the middle one what they called discipline. It had always been this way, ever since the three of them were kids both Rabastan and Rodolphus would haunt Alaric. They would hex him just because he was different, just because he didn't share the same ideas as his family. It got worse when he started Hogwarts and he was sorted into Hufflepuff. “Our family has been in Slytherin since that school was founded and now a miserable Hufflepuff…” Alaric would never forget the voice of his father and the disgust in his mother’s face. Both of his brothers made his life a terrible one until he flew from England, escaping from the pain that the Lestrange name brought him.

A red light came out of Rabastan’s wand and Alaric fell to the floor in pain. He could feel the cruciatus curse invading his body and he failed to silence a scream. In a wardrobe, near the window of the room a small toddler shifted at the sight of her father’s aching. The torture continued for at least five minutes and Alaric stopped trying to keep silent, he didn't want to give his brother the satisfaction of seeing him suffering but the stinging in his bones and skin was too much.

Veronica knew that her father would be upset if she got out from the place he told her to hide when they heard someone entering their home but seeing Alaric crying of pain on the floor awoke something in her. In her chest a pressure started building and her body started to tremble.

-You’re going to die Alaric. Why not have a moment of peace before you go? Tell me where she is and I will kill you fast.

-Never…

-You and your stupid moral code. You really think that these people you defend are worth fighting for? That your filthy mudblood wife deserved a life?- The poison in the voice of Rabastan only increased when he saw how his brother was fighting the curse.- You refused to have a good life, to carry the honor of our family name, all of the glory that runs through our veins for what? A fair cause?

-I’ve never share our family beliefs…- Alaric’s voice was almost inaudible. Every inch of his body was in pain.

-Oh no, I know that very well…You and your choices throw dirt to our name ever since you decided to do the right thing.- Rabastan laughed, he kneeled in front of his brother and spoke to his face with anger.- You. Are. A. Traitor.- He spited in his face and kicked him in the stomach.

Right when Rabastan stood up the doors of the wardrobe opened up.

-Stop! Let him go!

Rabastan turned to look at the origin of the sounds and his eyes landed on a three year old. He sent the most horrifying smirk to Veronica and returned his attention to his brother.

-Found her.- He said to Alaric with a creepy smile.

Alaric looked at his daughter, she had her mother’s fire, her eyes were burning with anger and her breathing was accelerating. He knew what was gonna happen, and even though he was sure he wouldn't be able to see it, he knew for certain that his daughter was going to win that fight. While Veronica gave a regretful smile to her father for disobeying what he had told her earlier Rabastan’s wand emitted a green light and Alaric’s life left his body.

Veronica screamed and the window’s glass shattered. The light of the room became darker and everything started to shake. When Rabastan’s eyes returned to Veronica he could see clearly how the figure of a three year old transformed into something similar to a black cloud. A sudden strength pushed him to the ground and knocked the air from his lungs. Rabastan Lestrange couldn’t breath, his blood was burning and he wasn't able to do anything. He was sure that he would join his brother’s faith in any minute, but it didn’t happen.

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-Same nightmare again?

Veronica put the glass down and turned to look at John. He had a tiring smile on his face and his hair was a mess due to having fallen asleep on the armchair of the living room. She tried to return the smile to the man who had raised her.

-I’d love for it to be a nightmare but we both know it isn’t.- Her voice was sweet, a perfect contrast with what was going on through her mind at that very moment.- It’s been the fourth time this week and I don’t like it. I feel like I’m losing control…

-It’s normal, given the times we live in. You don't have to worry, we’re gonna see Scamander and Dumbledore tomorrow.- John caressed Veronica’s cheek and she sighed.

-I’m afraid of it. I don’t want to loose control again, not like last time.

-You won’t do it. Try to rest. - He laughed at the bags under her eyes.- We have a long day ahead and I’m pretty sure you don’t want your first impression to be a bad one, and well, with that…- He pointed at her eyes and she whipped aways his hand.

-Fuck off…

Both John and Veronica laughed at her bluntness. She did what he told her and decided to go back to bed.

The right hand of the old auror went back to the pocket of his trousers while the young witch climbed the stairs. He had been rereading the letter that Alaric Lestrange wrote down before he was killed by his brother Rabastan. The ink had decorated the parchment for eighteen years but it was still clear as it was that night.

Dear John:

I write this in what I know is gonna be my last time. The rumors of Veronica’s condition had grown this past month and I’m sure they had reach the ears of the Dark Lord. I’m well aware that you’re not as innocent as everyone seems to be these days. Voldemort has been defeated, yes, but I’m sure he’s still somewhere. And he’ll come for my child.

I never wanted to get involved in any of this. I thought that coming here to America would help me put my past in a box that I would never look at again, that my family’s name wouldn’t haunt me anymore. And it worked for a while but that box had been open with the war and it contains way too much darkness. A darkness that my daughter shouldn’t be a part of. I was hoping too much because that same darkness that I try to kept away from Veronica gained power over me and soon it would imprison her.

I need you to take care of Veronica. Give her the love that both her mother and I won’t be able to give her. Teach her that magic can be used to do good. That she shouldn't be afraid of herself and her power. That the light would always be there by her side no matter what.

I really wish things weren’t like this. I wish that my family wasn’t the monstrosity that it is. That they won’t hunt my daughter down until they destroy her for their own benefit, a benefit that can only mean for the Dark Times to come again. I really wish that won’t happen, that Veronica will grown into a beautiful and strong woman, that she’ll be healthy and free as Anna said but I’m afraid I cannot dare to dream that much.

Go to Dumbledore after you read this, he’d know what happened and what to do.

I cannot thank you enough my dear friend. But I’m sure Veronica’s smile would be a good paycheck.

Your eternal grateful friend,

Alaric Lestrange - Reed

And it sure was. Not that John Fischer needed to be paid for taking care of his old friend’s daughter but it sure was worth all the struggles. And sure one of Alaric’s wishes came true. Veronica was now a beautiful and strong woman with the world at her feet. Sure her health wasn’t the same as any other witch or wizard her age but she was strong, stronger that she’ll ever believe herself to be.

The old MACUSA auror turned off the light of the first floor of the house and walked the stairs and hall until reaching his room. He was going to whisper “nox” as soon as his body touched the bed but his eyes fell on the photo he had on his nightstand. A 10 year old self of Veronica was smiling widely his way and it warmed his heart. He understood now the worry in Alaric’s words as it was the same worry he had.

No one really know how Veronica had survived this long. It could only had been due to the immense power she held, and it was as scary as it was hopeful.

#dance me to the end of love #rach writes #fred weasley #fred weasley fic #harry potter fanfiction #Fred wealsey x oc #Wizarding world #lestrange family #original character

[inessencedevided]

The Untamed, episode 46 - watching notes

Full disclosure: I'm not in a particularly good mood today. Have you seen that "no productivity. Only guild." Meme flying around? That's me today :|

Hopefully this will distract me (though distraction was the problem in the first place 🙈)

I apologise for any typos you'll finde in this post 😅

To recap, the last thing I learned was that apparently, Jiggy married his own sister because Jin Guangshan was a scumbag who raped more women than he could possibly remember

I was told by several people that this episode is their favourite. No pressures or anything :D

The way someone is dragging up Jiggy's secrets has a lot of poetic justice to it. Everyone is outraged and gossiping. Consensus is reached quickly. Kinda makes me feel that that someone (who probably also wrote the letter to jgy) knows exactly how to use the sect world's worst qualities as a weapon

Yao what's-his-name, resident gossip queen, at it again

Don't look at me my memory is as bad as wwx when it comes to names :D

I was about to write who is Lianfang Zum again and then I remembered that it's jiggy's honorary title. See what I mean? ^^

What does it say about me that my heart makes a leap when I simply see wwx leaning close to lwj to whisper to him? 😅 I'll probably die reading the novel, that's what that says

Oh so it was the maid who sent the letter

Come on Wei Wuxian! That was cruel

Yeah Yao what's-his-name, why would you need to know the identity of who ever is behind this? It's not like you've ever been deceived before!

What's... with that bracelet?

I love it how everyone looks positively startled when Lan Wangji says something unprompted :D

Wait ... Zwei Jun is in his hands? Shit, i don't remeber what happened there. Where did Xichen go again? 😬

I'm so confused right now 🙈 I can't watch and read the subtitles and type

Okay, watched the whole conversation again, now I'm following

I reiterate my earlier statement that whoever is pulling the strings here knows exactly what strings to pull to get the clans to act

Great, another mob 🙄

Loooool

NOW you want his help? 😂

Sure, as soon as he can serve YOU with his "evil tricks", that's okay!

You can see how much wwx changed because he does not hold their hypocrisy to their faces. He mostly seemed tired of it

And Jiang Cheng just realised that wwx might indeed not be responsible for Jiang Yanli's death, didn't he? He's almost stunned 🥺

Or is BEAUTIFUL to see Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji move in such unity! 😭

Oh ... those are the graves of his foster parents, right? :(

And Yanli ... oh God I forgot about Yanli 🥺

I'm crying again. Nothing on this show will ever hit as hard to me as the Yunmeng siblings' fate

I couldn't help myself, I legitimately just stroked my laptop screen where Yanli's plate was 🥺

So many conflicting emotions

Thanks to a friendly anon, I know that these three bows together are marriage thing! 😭😭😭

So yeah, they're married now. I dont make the rules :')

Somehow, this feels like them asking wwx's foster family's blessing

And now I'm imagining Shijie smiling back at them gently and I'm crying 🥺

And by God, I love lwj's gentle teasing :')

This whole scene, he's so soft! 😭

And it think that Wei Wuxian probably thought that he'd never get to step into Lotus Pier again. But here, he can finally say his goodbyes to his Shijie properly. He can heal! 🖤

And again, I cannot stress enough how wonderful that is! And how rare and precious in a show like this. So often character's get put through unimaginable trauma, but they either brush it off no problem or the show/movie ends immediately after the main action and you are left to imagine the number it did on the character's psyche. There are so rarely fantasy shows that really dive into the emotional fallout the plot has on their characters and then give them time to heal. Thus show does both and I'm so goddamn overjoyed my it!

Come to think of it, it reminds me of a very good hurt/comfort fic 🤷‍♀️

Jiang Cheng pleae, fir once, try not to be angry immediately when you're hurting :(

He still takes special offence that lwj is there. Makes me wonder if he still feels like wwx chooses lwj over the Jiang sect and is still hurt by it 😔 (note that at the same time, he reminds wwx that he's very much not a member of the Jiang clan anymore. God, the man has not worked through his own feelings ...)

For once, as much as I love it when lwj defends wwx (especially when it's not against any physical harm, but because he doesn't want wwx to be hurt emotionally) I think him interfering with this particular conflict does not help

Okay sorry, but no! lotus pier was not destroyed because wwx saved lwj in that cave. That was just an excuse for the Wen sect. They would have come eventually anyway

Ohhh

So there's my answer

He's still hurt because he feels wwx chooses anyone else over his family, which is to say him

And he probably can't understand because their positions are so different. The (future) sect leader and the son of a (dead) servant and a rogue cultivator who never felt quite like he belonged 😔

It's so goddamn tragic how much between these two was destroyed simply because they have such a different status in society and could never quite understand each other's perspective

And again, wwx just takes it 💔

Until, that is, lwj's honour gets besmirched

Don't fight in front of Shijie 🥺

Jiang Cheng's every action screams that he still loves his brother and that amidst all that pain for his lost family, is also deep betrayal and grieve for the brother he thought he could always count on 🥺💔

Can we appreciate for a second how much this shot tells us? From Jiang Cheng's angry desperation, to Wei Wuxian's quite acceptance of his rage (which must be so confusing to Jiang Cheng and probably hurt him even more. Because fighting is always how these two resolved their issues!) to Lan Wangji who is in full on protective mode (which I find more than heartwarming,but still think probably isn't helpful rn)

He ... what?

I still don't quite understand when exactly wwx's lack of golden core shows. Why does he have a nosebleed here?

What?

Oh!

Wen Ning 😱

I get what he wants to do!

Have we ever seen him this calm and determined before?

Abd they understand 😱😱😱

The look on all of their faces! Shiiiiit

I'm crying again

Oh wangii is crying 🥺

Wen Quing 💔💔💔 I'm crying even harder just looking at her. I've MISSED her 🥺

Lan Zhan your FACE!! 😭

The way he's looking at wwx in his arms, as if he's seeing him fir the first time

And by god, I can only imagine what he must be thinking

He must be reevaluation every single interaction they had since wwx started down the path of demonic cultivation 😭

I'm a bit in awe of Wen Ning here and how much he must have been holding in. That's the steadiest and most confident he's ever been

Oh Jiang cheng 💔

That looks like a man whose entire world has just been shaken to its core

And Lan Wangji is crying so much 🥺

God I hope he doesn't blame himself even more 🥺

Aaaaaaahhhh, so that is why he wouldn't just carry the sword for appearance sake and why he just had a nosebleed!

Jiang Cheng probably needs about a month to process all that :/

And therapy ...

Aaaaaaahhhh! The boat scene! I've seen gifs! 😍😍😍

A penny for Lan Wangji's thoughts ...

Oh I'm so so so so glad that Wen Ning gets to say thank you to the man who raised his ... cousin (?) :')

Oh god we get to see!!!!

Oh little a Yuan 😭😭😭😭😭😭

I wonder now, did Lan Qiren know who the child was that his nephew suddenly brought back to cloud recess?

I'm glad that we all learned from this that keeping secrets from the people we love, especially secrets that concern them personally, will eventually come back to bide us in the ass. Than you for delivering that important lesson, wen Ning!

Which reminds me that I hope they eventually tell wwx that they know 😬

I swear to god, one of these days I will melt from the gentleness in lan Wangji's gaze :')

Shit. He had to be awake? 😳

You can pinpoint the moment Lan Wangji's heart breaks for all the suffering wwx endured and how close he came to loosing him even then 🥺

Waking like that in you lovers arms in the middle of a lotus pond - that's the dream *sighs* (minus the passing out bit)

It's weirdly cute that wwx thinks that it's Jiang Cheng's insults that have lwj so upset 😅

Oh GOOOOD ...

I can't

The moment Yanli's themes started to play and she appeared I started to bawl 😭😭😭

And he's sharing the lotus pods with them ... oh please, lwj, please understand what he's saying. That's his pove language! His sister's food was how he received love and right now he passes it on to you! Please, please understand it! 🥺

Oh lwj, don't 🙈

Awwwwww ....

He's breaking the rules for you!!! Just to make you smile!!! 😭😭

And holy shit look at their expressions 😭

By now you should know that he's willing to break the rules for you :')

And poor third wheel Wen Ning 😂

Now there are glittering butterflies???

Do they have some kind of romantic aesthetic bingo going on in this episode???

Oh okay, messenger butterflies

Please appreciate wwx almost climbing into lan Wangji's lab in excitement :D

Thay scene transition was pretty af!

Hey! Why do they bully wen Ning? 😤

*shakes wwx by the shoulders* DO YOU GET THAT HE LOVES YOU NOW???

Huh, this episode was a roller coaster. you guys did NOT exaggerate! I loved it to pieces. I'm floored once more by all the actor's performances. Wen Ning revealed a lot about his character, Jiang Cheng broke my heart, Lan Wangji made it melt and Shijie is still able to make me bawl in an instant. But ... I'm not left with a bitter feeling. Sure, jiang Cheng and wei Wuxian havebt reconciled, but the truth is the first step to even have that possibility. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji are both healing and whatever happens in the last 4 (4!!!😭) episodes, I'm not dreading it that much right now. I feel like we're climbing upwards :)

@sweetlittlevampire @fandom-glazed @elenirlachlagos @allhailthedramallama @luckymoony @kyrrahbird @i-love-him-on-purpose thank you guys for staying with me for this crazy ride 💙🖤💙

Also one last thing: please don't tell me what happens differently in the novel in any given scene. I am still reading it (about half way through rn) and I'd like to still be surprised by stuff like first kisses and love confessions 💙🖤

I should have put something like this at the end before, but I always forgot. That's on me 😅 so don't feel bad, if you've shared something before :)

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[skinwalker-pnw]

The tale of a lost boy and a found girl.

It was early in the year of a time not too long ago. He had been through a rough few years, self harm, rejection, and many choices that he'd regret as he became a man. He was starting his junior year, and he was facing it with a new attitude. One of being carefree and throwing caution to the wind.

She'd come from a place she hated, yearning for nothing more than a fresh start with new people and to get to know the father she'd never known before.

He'd never forget the words she first uttered when they met:

"Is this seat taken"

She wasn't asking to sit next to him, but the person next to him, but still he made the effort to talk to her. She responded positively, and things went quickly from there. They spoke to one another, connected with one another, and eventually fell for one another. All of this took place over a very short span of time.

His loose lips and eagerness to tell everyone of his lover created a rift between them, but things were patched quickly with a sense of understanding.

The weeks grew sweeter and sweeter with time. But his passion reminded her of a face she would've rather forgotten. They began to grow apart and this led him to fall into his anxiety, he pushed, and she retreated, and eventually everything fell apart.

This broke him, he felt depressive, abandoned, angered, but really, all he was, was hurt. So he tried to convince himself that he hated her. He spewed vile things, he wrote slander in the mask of song lyrics. He wanted her back with all of his heart but he wasn't strong enough to admit it.

The pain went on until he was numb to it. And eventually, he no longer cared.

An opportunity for travel came along. Both of them took it, and from there, an ember previously extinguished, found new light. That was until his passion got the better of him, and once again, he drove her away. And then the others came, they branded him with a name, a name he'd never be able to shake so long as he stayed there.

"Creep"

However, something sparked in her mind then, and she wouldn't be able to let it go.

Summer came, in the beginning he went and saw foreign lands, the likes of which he hadn't before. She went to see home, and realized that not much had changed.

It came and went just like a small flash. But during that minuscule flicker, she couldn't seem to get him off her mind. She tried not to care but the thoughts persisted. She missed him, and as the story always goes, he missed her in equal measure.

The music was loud and rockuss, the skate park was alive, the grass was damp from the first rains of the year, and he was fresh from a mosh pit.

He felt free and he liked it, and that was when she texted him.

He didn't know what or how to feel. All he knew was that deep down, he was happy to hear from her.

They continued to talk and get closer, and together they realized the feelings were never even gone. They loved eachother. They cared for eachother. And nothing was going to change that.

He is me. And I love you, and nothing is going to change that.

[icanhearyouglaring]

wouldn't it be nice

summary: Valentine’s Day, K-12 (and beyond) edition. wally/artemis

some notes: @eruriku, you’ve been so patient w/ me so I am really happy to be able to post the first part of your @yjficexchange gift! I’ve finally got access to a real computer where I can format the text and actually post something that isn’t a block of text. My own laptop should be repaired in a week or so and I’ll be able to post the rest of this incredibly cheesy fic. But until then, enjoy little kids being cute as h*ck. (also: it’s basically required to read their voices in classic little kid tones)

Kindergarten

Wally is smart. Very smart.

He knows he’s smart, too, because he gets gold star stickers on all of his shape matching sheets, happy faces on his progress reports, and– most importantly– because his parents tell him so.

His smartitude (and his awareness of it) is both a blessing and a curse in the West household.

“Are you sure you want to do them all by yourself, kiddo?” Mary West asks, snipping her scrapbooking scissors around the edges of the last bright red, heart-shaped, construction paper card.

“Yep,” Wally says, popping the ‘p’. He reaches across the table for a card.

Mary slides the finished stack closer to him from across the kitchen table and puts her scissors down, resigning herself to the fact that they’re going to be sitting at this table for a very, very long time if Wally gets his way.

“Alrighty then, that’s going to be nineteen different names. That’s a lot of writing,” she notes, and Wally’s eyes positively sparkle with determination.

Mary immediately regrets lacing a challenge into her words.

Wally picks up his pencil and nods quickly. “I’m ready.”

“Okay, you write the names and I’ll read the list out. Let’s start from the top.” Mary drags her finger over the first name on the class roster. “Buddy Baker. That’s going to be a big B-”

“Nooo,” Wally whines loudly, replacing his ready smile with a pronounced pout, “I can spell it myself.”

“My apologies,” Mary says quickly, raising her hands in surrender. “Go ahead and spell it then.”

“Buh-d-y.” Wally sounds out his classmate’s name determinedly as he puts his pencil to the card. “Bee-you...dee...dee-Eeeeeeee-oops.”

He doesn’t hesitate to erase the ‘e’ on the card.

“Buddy’s the same as Wally, isn’t it?” Wally asks, waiting for his mother to validate his theory.

“Yes,” Mary says, proudly nodding, “and since it is the same, how would you spell it?”

“Bee-you-dee-dee-why,” he recites, adding a smiley face to the card.

He hands the card over to Mary and she smiles in approval. Every letter is facing the right direction and he didn’t curve his ‘y’ the wrong way again. She tapes a Kit-Kat to the back and puts it in a bag. Maybe they’ll get through the roster faster than she thought.

“You’re so smart, sweetie,” she says, handing him another card from the stack. “Let’s keep going. Next up: Artemis Crock.”

Wally places the pencil down and stares at the card in front of him. Mary practically hears the screech of the brakes in his mind. His eyes dart from the card, to his pencil, to the roster in her hands, and back to the card. He looks up at her, momentarily defeated.

“...Uh...”

“Would you like me to spell it?”

“...Yes, please.”

The last thing Wally expects to see when he hands out the super special cards he wrote all by himself is someone crying.

The whole classroom is covered in reds and pinks, there’s confetti and glitter all over the floor from one girl’s crafty cards, they have free time, and there are unlimited cookies. Wally can’t think of a single reason why anyone would be sad when there were unlimited cookies. But someone is, and that someone just so happens to be the last person standing between him and a trip to the goodie-bag covered table at the back of the room.

After Mr. Carr had set them loose to hand out their cards and candies, Wally had made a beeline through the room with his mother in tow. He made a show out of passing his cards out faster than anyone else, exchanging his for the cards his classmates had made for him and handing them to his mother as they walked. When only one remained, he whispered to his mother that he would pass this one out all by himself and meet her at the cookie table after he completed his special assignment.

(On her way to the table, Mary makes a note to herself about the continuity she’d unwittingly signed up for when she’d initiated playing secret agent before bathtime the previous night).

Artemis doesn’t seem to be as concerned as Wally is about the lack of treats in her vicinity as she pushes around a pile of confetti back and forth across her desk with the edge of a valentine. Her eyes are fixed on the glimmering hearts and stars, and every so often she swipes her sleeve over her cheeks and sniffles.

Wally glances around for a good amount of time, searching for his mother, Mr. Carr, or another grown up to handle the situation, but then he remembers: he’s a smart kid.

He can figure it out all by himself.

And so, determined to understand, Wally takes his preferred path to answers: questions.

“Hey, Artemis, why are you crying?” he asks abruptly, taking care to tuck his card behind his back before she sees it.

Candy is distracting and Wally wants the Facts.

“I’m not,” Artemis says quickly, looking up at him with hard, watery eyes, but the look does little to distract from the wobble in her voice.

“Are too,” he informs her, using his free hand to point at the wet spot on her sleeve.

She uses her hand to hide the spot and shakes her head. “Am not.”

He moves his finger to point at the spot on her other sleeve. “Are too.”

“Am not,” Artemis huffs, narrowing her eyes before crossing her arms and effectively covering both spots from view. “Go away.”

Wally is not so easily deterred. “Why are you hiding now?”

“I am not hiding. I like sitting like this,” she explains pointedly, scooting further down in her seat.

“But why?” Wally whines, tapping his foot against the floor with far more force than necessary.

“Because,” Artemis sighs, the same way his mom does when it’s almost bedtime and he’s not tired, “it’s my seat and my arms and I sit how I want.”

Well, she’s got him there. As Wally tries to think of a new approach, he gets pushed by a passing classmate as they rush past him to get to the snack table. The air current that follows knocks some of the confetti off Artemis’s desk and onto the floor. She pouts at the loss.

“Hey, wait a minute,” Wally says, gesturing at her card-sparse desk. “Where’s your valentines at?”

Artemis uncrosses her arms and protectively places her hand over the one valentine on her desk. “Right here.”

“Yeah, but where’s the rest?” Wally presses, pointing to the desk beside her where a stack of mismatched cards is one desk-bump away from being scattered across the floor.

Artemis looks around the room warily before she hesitantly admits, “No one will give them to me.”

“What?” he asks, his eyes wide with shock.

“Yeah... I don’t have mine, and everyone’s trading, so they skipped me...” Artemis carefully picks up the lone card on her desk, examines it in her hands, and adds, “Megan gave me one though.”

“Well, where’s yours at?”

Artemis frowns and her sniffles make a reappearance as she starts looking around the room again. She puts down Megan’s card before answering.

“My dad was supposed to bring them before snack time, and I told him ten times what time, too, but-” she pauses to quickly rub at her eye, but the attempt to hide her tears falls short as her voice breaks as she continues, “but he’s still late.”

Ignoring the siren blaring in his mind, the one that exists to let him know when getting a grown up would be a really great, big boy idea, Wally takes a deep breath and decides to prove he can fix this all by himself.

“Here,” he says quickly, holding out her card, a heart with a lollipop poking out like an arrow on one side. “I made this one for you.”

Artemis’s eyebrows knit as she sits up in her seat and asks, “Really?”

“Yeah,” he says with a nod, holding it closer to her, “I don’t need a trade. It’s your Valentine. Look it, I even wrote your name all by myself.”

Artemis’s last tear stops in its tracks at the edge of her eye as she takes the card from him and places it between Megan’s card and the pile of confetti.

“Thanks, Walter,” she says with the tiniest of sniffles and biggest of smiles, before she gasps, stands up, and nearly knocks her chair to the floor in her haste.

Wally has to jump out of the way to avoid her as she sprints towards the front of the room and straight into the arms of the tall man at the door. Using his secret agent detective skills, he deduces that the man must be her father and the bag he passes to Artemis must be filled with her cards.

“That’s not my name,” he grumbles to himself as he watches her rifle through her bag.

“Hey, kiddo,” his mother says from behind him, calling his attention and presenting him with a napkin with a heart-shaped cookie on it. “I found your favorite.”

The cookie solves everything.

“Yessss,” Wally cheers, taking the cookie off the napkin and shoving half of it into his mouth before he adds, “Tanks, Ma.”

Before he can eat the other half of his cookie, he feels a hard poke on his shoulder and turns around to find a pink heart in his face.

Artemis beams at him from behind the card and says, “I got yours first. Here.”

“Fanks,” he says through a mouthful as he takes the card and the candy attached to it. Before he can say another word (read: correct her on his name), Artemis takes off to hand out her next card to the only other redhead in the class.

His mother laughs lightly and runs her fingers through her son’s hair as he huffs at the lost opportunity and starts opening the Smarties taped to the card. Mary, having watched from the sidelines as her son diffused his crying classmate, finds herself beaming with pride.

She’s always been proud of her son, for a lot of reasons- the gold stars, the happy faces, never a bad note sent home- but today, if he asked, she’d say she’s proudest of his heart.

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