#im just imagining taylor playing with a little girl okay

[victoirey]

Okay but imagine:

Neteyam and Lo’ak both falling in love with reader after seeing her threaten Tuk and Kiri’s bullies and seeing her become close friends with their sisters and them both pining over her from a distance but never actually talking to reader and driving Jake crazy until her smacks some sense into both of them

♡. "king(s) of your heart" —

synopsis / in which the sully brothers are head over heels for you.

gn!reader | this is basically headcanons on a polygamous relationship between the sully brothers. polygamy is where two or more people share one person and only one person. they dont love eachother romantically. it is 1:40 am and I'm tired. yes that is a taylor swift reference in the title. lotsa words

i am a firm believer that these boys like girls who, although kind, are still rough around the edges in some way. they see you cussing out aonung and his possé? instant attraction. instant. like *snap* instant. they see you playing with children and chasing them around? instant INSTANT infatuation. no joke. literally down bad seven seconds in.

thus, it starts the pining.

you start seeing little trinkets next to you, coincidentally left by the wind ( or by neteyam's tail swooping them into your vicinity ) — but still, you love them. you keep them. you cherish them. neteyam is ecstatic and lo'ak is NOT having that

lo'ak starts giving you a bunch of well thought out gifts. from afar. he steals the method his brother uses. his brother is pissed. jake sees this. is entertained at first. but then it just gets boring and he has to go all military dad on them.

"you two love them is what I'm seeing. you two love them so bad it's disgusting. am I correct?"

"yes sir."

"...good. you three remind me of me and your mother. but, if you keep on going like this, just pining over them without them knowing who you even are, then you'll never get them to be yours. your mother and I agree on polygamy being alright, but we also agreed on you two being cowards. ask them on a date. both of you. figure something out. I will not have cowards as sons. okay? okay. now go get 'em."

that half encouraging speech half scolding was EXACTLY what they needed. they settled everything aside, realized that love triangles were for white people, and instead settled on a polygamous relationship between you and them, based off of communication and shared love.

#bondingbrothers

the only problem was getting you to accept both of them... so let's go depending on your species,

if you're a human, you'd probably be more open to the idea which is obvious considering that humanity has always had polygamy in its history. so, it'd be easier for you to accept, and you do.

if you're a na'vi, a race that is canonically and strictly monogamous— you'd be conflicted. you wouldn't know whether or not this was right, except, you would follow your heart, in the end, wouldn't you? you'd be theirs as quick as a human would be. primarily because I know all of you are down bad for the sully brothers. it would be near impossible for a na'vi to enter a polygamous/amorous relationship canonically.

alright, im in the mood for a mini drabble, aren't you? ( featuring dreamwalker , aka , human reader !)

"...what???" you breathed, confused. you had been caught off guard, initially, with how you'd been receiving trinket after trinket both in your avatar and out— and honestly , you thought it just couldn't get anymore surprising.

it did.

somehow, the culprit, or rather, the culprits, were the sons of Jake Sully, who is ... alot of honorable things. so , naturally , you're confused.

"we know that we like you, y/n— and we heard that polygamy was practiced amongst humans... so, you know, we wanted to see if you were for it." neteyam started, and lo'ak continued. "but if ya aren't—"

"oh I'm for it. I'm for this." you interjected. "just.. why me??"

they looked relieved but also offended at how you judged their tastes. how dare you , how could you not be confident in yourself !?!? absolutely unacceptable.

they'll love you until you're able to love yourself, and after that.

"excuse me-uh!" lo'ak gasped, his offense shown. "I will have you know that you are not just you??? where do you get that from?!? you're someone whose struggled through so much stuff and you're so strong and—" "

"quiet, skxawng." neteyam shushed, and lo'ak glared but reluctantly obliged. neteyam awkwardly coughed into his hand, picking up the pieces his brother dropped. "what we're saying is that— you're ... pretty cool. so, be ours?"

"but only if you want to!" lo'ak interrupted once again, then his head snapped to neteyam— "what'd i do?!" he said, as his brother punched him ( gently. ) they bickered, and bickered - and bickered. that is until your snicker caught them both stilling.. they smiled, knowing that they had both made you smile— and you laughed.

"you're both idiots!"

they took that as a yes, and it was.

ALRIGHT IM TIRED OF BUILDING THE RELATIONSHIP ITS TIME TO ACTUALLY GIVE YOU A PEAK ON THE OFFICIAL RELATIONSHIP except we'll take it one step at a time <3

— early days

first things first, things get so awkward between you guys ! this is your first relationship. this is neteyams first relationship. this is also lo'aks first relationship. and it's a polygamous relationship! it would've been a lot of work to communicate in the earlier days, especially since lo'ak and neteyam butt heads constantly.

lo'ak and neteyam are constantly planning fancy dates to surprise you, which can also double as brotherly hang outs, yeah, but they're so focused on wooing you in their own ways they forget to compromise and find a way both of them can woo you.

of course, you see this, and reassure them that hey— you don't have to spend this much time to make me happy! you guys already do by merely existing (and it is definitely not because the "y/n" we are speaking about is a reader insert and every reader is down BAD bad for the sully brothers)!

naturally, that doesn't solve the problem.

what solves the problem is you sitting down with them to communicate. you all guide eachother to a compromise, something that suits all of you. the brothers agree on an alternating schedule. one day would be a day where you'd just chill with primarily lo'ak, and one day would be a day where you'd just chill with primarily neteyam. however, Sundays? Sundays are bonding time between the three of you it's like a date! neteyam and you, lo'ak and you, and then its like reconnecting and bonding between brothers when it comes to lo'ak and neteyam.

the schedule worked well for you guys! neteyam could do his own thing, so could lo'ak, and they'd only have to cooperate for one day, which would still strengthen their relationship! also, you'd be showered in love all day!

perfect !!!!

— getting to know eachother better

naturally, they were not born on earth. you weren't either, but nonetheless— as a human, you know more about humanity than they ever will. especially since you keep yourself updated on trends & history & human literature — so naturally, they feed you information while you feed them information.

you tell them stories of human mythology and they stand in awe at how complex humanity can be in many other ways besides weapons. there is more to humanity than what meets the eye, and you show them that. you bring them local human foods like fries because I am a firm believer that the lab has an artificial garden that grows potatoes. they are in awe. they love fries. I hope you love fries too, reader. personally fries are the only thing I can imagine eating besides noodles.

other than the difference in species and the fact they're curious about your differences— they're also curious about you in general.

what is your deal? what makes you tick? what makes you happy? what has you absolutely excited? they hope you indulge them, and you hope they indulge you.

— general headcanons

neteyam prefers to keep affection private— the most you'll get from him is a forehead touch or kiss, and maybe a tail wrapped around your waist.

loak however is the opposite. kiss him, hug him, climb him, he'll absorb everything like a sponge. he's for pda 100% he will take any chance to show people he loves you more than he could love anyone else.

neteyam and lo'ak, ever the competitive siblings, love to compete in things — racing eachother, sparring with eachother, you name it— they're doing it and all in the hope of impressing you.

they're also very protective of you, in and out of your avatar body. you fall off a branch? "LO'AK GET THE FIRST AID KIT—" "GOT IT!" "GUYS ITS JUST A BRUISE—"

naturally, Jake is supportive of your relationship. he's seen alot of polygamy and polyamory in his lifetime, and he's not against it. he's all for it actually!! Jake Sully Number 1 LGBTQ+ Ally on Pandora. he rolls with the lgbtqia+ plus , guys. every moment. like, not to call people out but have you seen max patel???? that man is MORE THAN JUST AN ALLY and also it's quite literally 2100s. come on now. you can't tell me he wouldn't be an ally.

the siblings are willing to learn more about polygamy and welcome you with open arms! kiri is basically your best friend — tuk is the one child you swore to protect like seven seconds into meeting her. spider and you, both being human, are also friends! you exchange stories with eachother and also bicker alot!!

you cant expect neytiris support to be more than just advice or knowing looks. personally, I think she's more open minded than people take for. I have no evidence. I'm just right. she mothers you in no time.

you, lo'ak and neteyam are new to polygamy, and although no one can promise a peaceful ride— you could care less.

you can get through anything with eachother.

#neteyam x reader #lo'ak x reader #lo'ak #neteyam #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam sully #neteyam sully x reader #jake sully x reader #neytiri x reader #kiri #tuktirey #awow x reader #awow #awow neteyam #awow lo'ak #avatar lo'ak #avatar neteyam #james cameron avatar #x reader #polygamy #lo'ak x reader x neteyam #neteyam x reader x lo'ak #awow poly #awow polygamy #atwow #atwow hcs #avatar: the way of water #avatar 2 x reader #sully family

[coolprettyleo]

superman - gabe perreault ❥

tw: angst? fluff? not proofread. this is my first fic lol. pls be nice!! inspired by superman by taylor swift

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lottie woke up to the sound of an alarm going off knowing very well it didnt belong to her. it belonged to the snoring and now slightly grumpy boy wrapped around her. who was tightening his arms around her waist because he didnt want to let go. he turns and puts his alarm on snooze and turns back to the beautiful girl in his sheets mumbling something about how all he needed was just five more minutes. 

“gabe you have to go, youre gonna be late” lottie softly says sleepily.  

gabe huffs and untangles his arms from her waist as he sits up; not before leaning over and giving lottie a kiss on the cheek that never managed to fail and give her butterflies even if it was five AM. lottie watches gabes tall and dark haired figure disappear into the bathroom as her mind begins to wonder off into a realm of wonder. 

lottie knew what she was getting herself into when she met gabe and ultimately decided to get involved with him. hes a hockey player who happens to be a pretty darn good one meaning he was going to be gone on roadies and there was going to be days where he was going to leave for roadies. at days at a time.  

he walks out stuffing something in his bag so he can leave off and save the world; or go play hockey. Its the same thing to lottie. atleast in her imagination. 

“you okay?” he softly says as he sees his girlfriend sitting up on his bed staring at him, in his shirt having a bit of a dazed look on her face. 

“im fine, it just sucks youre leaving again. I feel like you just got back” lottie sighs. 

she was right seeing as they just came back from christmas break last tuesday and it was currently friday morning and he was already leaving. again. 

“i know baby, but i’ll call you everynight and ill be texting you as long as i have my phone” gabe says walking over to her and gently stroking her hair. “we’ll be fine we always are” he mumbles before giving her the sweetest forhead kiss. 

lottie looks up at him with some words hanging off the tip of her tongue but for some reason she just cant voice them. shes not even sure what exactly she wants to say. 

he has his mothers eyes. 

lottie cant help but notice. as she stares into them.  

they get pulled out of their little admiring eachother moment when gabes phone goes off. lottie knows its most likely will or ryan waiting for him downstairs in the car ready to drive to the buses. she knows he has a busy day.  

“ill be out in a moment” gabe says into the phone rushing to get his bag not before giving lottie a swiss kiss “bye babe i love you” he says rushed. 

if lottie wasnt awake two seconds ago she was definitely awake now. they stopped and looked at eachother wide eyed knowing damn well they hadnt said those words to eachother yet. I mean lottie knew she felt them she just didnt know how to voice them. he knew she loved him. right? 

gabe looks at lottie for a moment waiting for her to say them back like any boyfriend who does nothing but support and love her, but lotties mind was anywhere but in the room. at the moment just wanted to crawl up into a little ball and cry because she couldnt help but overthink the fact he probably didnt mean them and it was most likely one of those moments where you accidentally say i love you like when your five and you accidentally call your kindergarten teacher mom. your not his kindergarten teacher lottie, your his girlfriend. 

she decided to do what she does best and acted ditzy.    

“good luck!!” she said, patting his chest with a smile that looked eerily ill. 

gabe was taken aback. a little because the first time he wanted to tell lottie he loved her, he wanted to make it special. he couldnt believe he did it just like that 10 seconds before he had to be out the door. but mostly due to the fact lottie looked like a deer in headlights. 

does she not love me? was it too soon? is there someone else? gabe couldnt help but think. 

he stared at charlotte for a moment before nodding to himself in what lottie couldnt tell was disappointment or anger? walking out the door. 

he had to know lottie has always loved him since the very first day. right?!? that she'll be waiting for him when he gets back, right? 

lotties mind was going about one hundred miles per hour. 

meanwhile, gabe couldnt wrap his head around what just happened.

“gabe-o you good buddy?” ryan ask, seeing as gabe got into the car looking like he was about to break into a million pieces. 

“yeah ill be fine” he said while irrationally muting lotties messages of her telling gabe to call her. he puts on his beats quickly after that signifying he didnt want the conversation to go any further.

ryan and will give eachother a look before taking off and ultimately deciding to let it go knowing gabe would probably just temm them later.

meanwhile lottie was sitting on gabes bed wondering what the hell is wrong with her. gabe is what anyone would want in a man. hes a gentlemen he treats her as if she was a princess and hearing those words wanted to make her scream and kick her feet. yet when the time came she stared at him. he probably felt like crap and that was not what he needed going into a weekend of gamedays. she felt horrible seeing as he was leaving her on delivered or just read. 

part of her knew she deserved it and she just wanted to desperately tell him how shes loved him from the very first day and she just hoped he didnt go off and do something irrational,  because he had to know lottie was going to be here when he got back, waiting for him right? 

… to be continued

#gabe perreault #gabe perreault x reader #ryan leonard #will smith hockey #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #hockey imagine #bc hockey

[munamania]

ok um i am going to vent on something as someone with an outside perspective and people are going to be normal about that right. okay lol. im sick of hearing about taylor swift <3 as compared to a few years ago even she is like... suffocating. and i feel like we never advance this conversation because on one hand we have people who swing into full misogyny when talking about her, and on the other we have people who won't admit that she blatantly uses feminism to deflect from her problematic behaviors, or at least they won't like, do anything about it, and in this way she sort of ends up misleading a lot of young girls into like. girlboss liberal white feminism. im not saying shes a supervillain for it but you can't deny the ramifications of what she does and doesn't speak up about, just given the absolutely massive platform she has. she is the biggest pop star in the world

for the record, i don't expect taylor to be like. a normal person. she was very famous from a very young age and people aren't normal about teen/adolescent stars, especially when they're girls and women. she had her personal drama aired out in front of the world, had so much misogynistic dialogue surrounding her, from demeaning her success to interrogating her dating life (and never holding the pedos who preyed on her at a young age to any sort of standard!) and for many years people weren't very critical of that. it was normalized to be trashing this young girl's name and saying vile shit about her to like the entire nation and i dont blame her for being like, a little off after that. and yeah i also don’t think we should look to celebrities as our end all be all of activism and opinions on sociopolitical issues

but we've gone full swing into like. she is so famous and so big that her actions can be harmful and she does these things anyway because she doesn't expect her fanbase to hold her accountable, lest they be acting like the very sexists who tried to ruin her career. at least i imagine that's what the thought process is like, at least at some level, but at this point it's just like. this woman makes so much money. so much money it's ridiculous. idk how y'all fathomed paying so much for concert tickets but like i'll give props that they at least seemed to have some insane production/theatrics... so like alright. there's that.

but she is reselling the same songs. sometimes that don't sound that good. and making more money off that. yes yes to 'officially own them' and whatever. and releasing vault tracks and other versions of albums with different songs on them. but never all the same bc u need to collect them all. and the thing is some of them are like kinda bad. but you listen to them anyway because we live in a time of overconsumption/consumerism in late capitalism and it's like trendy and fun to be able to tell what song of hers is playing in the first millisecond. sorry or just your personal attachment to her. and don't say it's embarrassing to be a taylor swift fan these days she's like. so huge. and some of you equate embarrassment with having to hear criticism toward her. which might not be as common if swifties idk stepped it up and actually expected something from her?

which i guess is getting me to my main point here. can you imagine like. what would happen if taylor swift actually said anything about palestine? or anything of value in the world right now? no one's asking her to be a fucking scholar on it but genuinely sorry there’s like a genocide. several. the most documented real time genocide of our time i don’t care if it makes you upset that people expect something from her. she is time's person of the year. she has everyone from young girls to lesbians to gay men to bored football wives to dads to well fucking etc you get the point tuned in. she has dabbled in so many different spaces done so many collaborations aligned herself with so many entities who can keep up? if she, as massive as she is right now, posted something as simple as 'free palestine' or called for a ceasefire, can you imagine what would happen? i can’t help but think about it when day in and day out my feed is filled with screaming people being pulled from rubble or having their limbs amputated.

but she won't, because, quite frankly, what does she have to gain from it? she’s teaming up with the nfl right now to make some more money, she's gotta have at least like 4 new albums recorded in the last two years and at least um what three more that you're expecting? and she doesn't even have to like? write new music really? (edit: oh boy!) why the fuck would she be doing anything with her time other than poisoning the planet with jet fuel to visit her pr boyfriend?

taylor swift is never gonna be punk or what the hell ever beyond like a white liberal-at-best moderate woman. but if any of you could talk to each other and talk about, like, organizing in ways that it would be impossible for her to continue to ignore these situations, and just keep playing her tour FILM (how could i forget) in israel and etc, like if you could flood her socials or do a mass movement (and it would be massive given the sheer amount of peoples' top artists she's in) of not listening/buying/interacting with her stuff, until her agents and whatever had to make some sort of statement? like that's the only chance we've got with her

i'm not saying don’t be her fan, or listen to her music, or have an attachment, etc, but she's been around enough vile, anti-feminist, racist things this past year that y'all DO need to hold her accountable. like way more than you do. or it's going to be like really difficult to. tolerate it. haha. like you SHOULD be vocally and loudly disapproving of her actions when it causes a lot of damage overall. speaking up about her insane climate irresponsibility when we're having the hottest years on record is not the same as the people who felt the need to like pick apart her dating life on the news. but can we talk about how she's officially like. circled back and now is purposefully making news about her dating life? for her personal gain and that of the fucking nfl? lol. in a way it is funny for her to ‘take that power back’ in a way, of her image, and i think that’s how some people might view it, but like on the other hand she obviously is gaining a lot from this. you know. a lot of actual money. she is going to profit off this image of her being misunderstood etc for as long as u guys allow it and well i just think that has run its course. yk

continuing into 2024 (edit: and now with the release of a new album!) i don't want to see swifties automatically exonerating themselves from difficult conversations because like they feel like their fave has faced enough unwarranted criticism. or bc other people should also be criticized. much of it is warranted! and you guys need to grow up and be able to talk about it and stop painting taylor swift's face as like the Pinnacle of feminism. she doesn't and shouldn't have to be, and she isn't, and she should in fact be held accountable when she does really fucking shitty things on account of they're shitty! i don't care that she's a woman! it's like that meme of oh yay a woman democrat sent these missiles. oh yay a woman is massively damaging the planet and proudly dated a violent misogynistic racist, and faced minimum criticism for these things over and over because your only comeback is ‘well what about’ if a man did the same thing, etc, you refuse to just look at the situation we do have. yes we should. we should do that we should hold men accountable but you can also like not accept awful fucking behavior from your faves when you have a chance. do you think that’s helping feminism genuinely. use your voice use your power (your money) to like. do something for once. i cannot keep living in the taylor swift echo chamber.

and for the record. i like enjoyed taylor like back when i was a young girl and she had a few songs on the radio, and i honestly even had a moment where i used guys' opinions on her as a first step to navigate who i felt safe around in a very hypermasculine sexist college space. because yes. some people do need feminism 101 and some people's genuinely misogynistic rage will be demonstrated in their hatred of taylor and her success. but at some point we gotta move on from that. if some people will look at the most powerful woman in the world, who has enough money to stay away from them and an extremely massive loyal fanbase watching and supporting her every move - if some men take out their hatred on her, a powerful white woman, how do you think they view and treat women who are not white, thin, "conventionally"/eurocentrically attractive, or accessible to cis/het audiences?

anyway i hope that i can bring a conversation to the swiftieverse cause i honestly believe u guys could have comparable impact to like. bts stans. maybe. if you put your minds together for a good cause. and we don’t have to do the oppression olympics or whataboutisms or WHATEVER for forever. can we please move the conversation forward does anyone else feel insane with like where we’re at

on that note, i really do think now is the perfect moment for you to disrupt shit with your voices and demand better from her. it might not save the world, but it could make a huge difference in changing peoples' minds

okay um. thanks 👍

tldr i can’t do another year of swiftie discourse i just can’t please if there is a god out there help us

#abby talks #well here’s a draft that i guess is relevant #taylor swift #swifties #swiftie #midnights #1989 #folklore #evermore #taylor’s version #travis kelce #long post #ok swiftie mutuals u better have my back here 😇👍

[scheodingers-muppet]

reputation (stranger things version) let’s go

…Ready For It? - jancy. the whole “i’ve known i wanted you since we first met” kinda vibe really fits them i think. “some boys are trying too hard, he don’t try at all though. younger than my ex’s but he acts like such a man” sorry steve. “knew i was a robber first time that he saw me. stealing hearts and running off” nancy is really the only character we see *multiple* people crushing on. steve and jonathan, of course, but also dustin, fred, arguably robin.

End Game - steddie. “you and me, we got big reputations” king steve and the freak, two sides of some big reputations. “i got some big enemies” being hated by the school and town and the literal upside down. “in rumors, i’m knee deep” “i’ve made mistakes…but something was born on the forth of july” steve’s huge character arch we see in season 3, over the summer.

I Did Something Bad - nancy. shes realms the only one i can see for this one. the confidence and bad-ass of it really only fits her

Don’t Blame Me - steve. why? because i said so. i fully believe he loves VERY deeply. why? because. i said so.

Delicate - steddie, from eddie’s pov. “my reputations never been worse so, you must like me for me” literal manhunt for him and steve’s making googoo eyes at him. “dark jeans and your nikes” is so steve coded. “i know that it’s delicate” not only is eddie wanted for murder, but also, steve’s reputation would be very delicate; even been friends with eddie could make him a target

Look What You Made Me Do: el. “the role you made me play of the fool” and being used in vecna’s plan. “i got smarter, i got harder in the nick of time” “i don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me” her trust has ben broken so many times and shes had to fight tooth and nail for the trust in her now “the old taylor can’t come to the phone right now. why? oh, because she’s dead” paralleled to el coming back at the end of season 2 completely changed

So It Goes… - jancy, from nancy’s pov. “we breakdown a little, but when you get me alone, it’s so simple” “you know i’m not a bad girl but, i’ll do bad things with you”

Gorgeous: ronance, from nancy’s pov. “i got a boyfriend, he’s older than us.” “you’re so cool, it makes me hate you so much.” and “i’m furious at you for making me feel this way” with how nancy didn’t like her at first. “ocean blue eyes, looking in mine” tldr; nancy’s gay awakening is robin

Getaway Car: jancy. “i wanted to leave him. i needed a reason” and “he poisoned the well, i was lying to myself” about steve. “we were flying but we never got far” and “think about the place where you first met me” with the relationship starting to crumble. “we were jet set bonnie and clyde until i switched to the other side” i like to imagine this as her going to robin but that’s just me.

King Of My Heart: steddieeeeee. okay listen. i love when fics make references to king steve and steve likes the name. i adore royal imagery with them. “we rule the kingdom inside my room” “king of my heart, body and soul” i LOVEEE eddie calling him king steve again, but as like, “you’re the king of my heart” “you’re love is a secret im hoping, dreaming to keep”

Dancing With Our Hands Tied: byler. “i loved you in secret…how were you to know?” “deep blue but you painted me golden” when blue meets yellow in the west. “i loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us” i think mike might be starting to realize his feelings for will while he’s gone, loving him even though he’s scared the distance will hurt them. “dancing like it was the first time”

Dress: ronance. why? idk it just fits. nancy and robin get close, become friends and nancy realizes her feelings for her. i can also see elmax if you remove the sexual elements of the song.

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things: steve to tommy and carol. “it was so nice throwing big parties” “it was so nice being friends again…but you stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand” tommy leaving him for billy. i just need to see steve lose his shit, honestly.

Call It What You Want: steddie. idk what you want from me, its so steve talking about eddie before they’re official. “my castle crumbled over night…they took the crown but it’s alright” losing “king” title. “nobody’s heard from me in months” falling down the social rankings and living a more “quiet” life (ie no parties and such) “my baby’s fly like a jet stream high above the whole scene” both eddie looking down on social hierarchy and also eddie perched on his chair during campaigns, being literally above the whole scene. “all the jokers dressing up as kings” billy taking his role. “you don’t need to save me, but would you run away with me?” steve maybe talking to eddie about how he can “pay him back” for saving his life or something cute like that.

New Year’s Day: stobin. this song has always kinda been platonic to me. but it’s so them. the devotion of always being there, no matter what or why. “please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh i would recognize anywhere” I MEANNNNN

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #mike wheeler #steddie #el hopper #taylor swift #reputation #rep #almost got all the albums now #just gotta do lover

[monzabee]

i was wondering if you associate any songs with the drivers? other than the obvious ones like smooth operator or that one friday song. just more like “this is written about them” or “this song is their vibe”

there’s this song my boyfriend loves called CHERIE by darius and it reminds me of charles. also taylor swift’s sparks fly for some reason? i think it’s the green eyes lyric. plus feather by sabrina carpenter and karma by taylor. HES TAYLOR CODED TO ME??? and im honestly not even her HUGEST fan so idk why. anyways, these are more songs that remind me of him then ones he’d listen to.

adele reminds me of lando cause i can just fully imagine him knowing every adele song. also greedy by tate mcrae, never be like you (idk who that’s by), blame it by t-pain (i literally have no reason for this one😭), meet me halfway by the black eyed peas, and we found love by rihanna. oh and fireball by pitbull

dangerous woman by ariana, fetish by selena gomez, and moonlight by kali uchis for carlos

voulez-vous by abba and mamas boy by dominic fike (maybe cause it says maxa maxa million or maybe cause the sad tiktok edits) for max.

the real slim shady and without me for seb vettel

5SOS always gives me danny ric but i think that’s cause i accidentally mentally mashed all my fav aussie’s together. also life is a highway and this one rap song i actually got FROM him that’s so stupid but it’s like “i feel real good today.” paper planes by m.i.a and sunflower vol 6 by harry.

i have so many more but this is too long already. i’ll end it by saying i genuinely think the entire sport of F1 gives viva la vida and that “all the birds of a feather” rio song

👻🤍

OKAY WAIT THIS IS A PRETTY GOOD LIST??

i do totally agree that charles is taylor swift coded, but i was listening to folklore the other day and he's so mirrorball coded and it definitely breaks my heart, but i also feel like mirrorball can also be fitting for a lot of other drivers😭 he's also so fearless coded if you know what i mean😭 but i feel like adele is more charles' lane because he's a sad boy at heart and he said he does enjoy her music👀

GREEDY BY TATE MCRAE IS SO LANDO CODED AND I WILL NOT SHUT UP ABOUT IT EVER😭 for some reason i do associate a lot of olivia rodrigo's songs with lando, at least the upbeat ones, like i feel like he's just a teenage girl at heart and i love him for that. also, in a weird way unwritten by natasha bedingfield reminds me so much of lando, i guess he also gives me romcom vibes🫠

i've been saying this for months, i even have fic based off of it that i have to finish but maroon by taylor swift is carlos coded!! i do have to finish that fic but yeah😭 also, he's so lana coded?? like million dollar man, off to the races, lust for life... HE EXUDES OLD MONEY ENERGY FOR SOME REASON (probably because he kinda is)

there's this one song that my dad used to play for me called sun goes down by david jordan and i associate that song with seb a lot, but honestly he can be anything coded really?? taylor swift? fits. eminem? also fits because he used to be a little menace. i also kinda think panic! at the disco and seb could be a vibe🫡

to me daniel is definitely country coded and that's it😂 like i'm talking dolly parton😭 9 to 5? definitely his anthem. also, PITBULL😭

OKAY THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN SO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR MAKING ME THINK ABOUT THIS BESTIE

#monzabeeasks #👻anon

[clatoera]

I NEED YOU TO DROP THE TS CLATO PLAYLIST RN!! will definitely be thinking about them when i see taylor perform at the eras tour now!!

I will drop it in its entirety later today, as I have both a Taylor swift one, and one for this particular AU which I will need to parse through.

HOWEVER May I suggest

Rep:

So It Goes... (

Don't Blame Me ("Insane but I'm your baby")

Ready For It

Dress (ok this song's just kinda sexy but come on)

Midnights:

Mastermind ("noone wanted to play with me as a little kid, so I've been scheming like a criminal ever since, to make them love me and make it seem effortless")

Great Way (I dont need to elaborate this one y'all)

Would've Could've Should've gives like...Idk it gives Clove in this AU im working on I can't elaborate but give her back her girlhood it was hers first

Folklore

Illicit Affairs (Okay a weird one but imagine like not allowed to be together in training idk SPECIFICALLY "So you wanna scream dont call me kid, don't call me baby, look at this godforsaken mess that you made me. You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else. Don't call me kid, don't call me baby, look at this idiotic fool that you made me. You taught me a secret language you know I can't speak with anyone else. And you know, damn well, for you I would ruin myself, a million little times.)

Mad Woman feels like Clove

Red:

Holy Ground (it just...it gives young love. "darling it was good, never looking down")

1989

Out of the Woods

I wish you would (Rip cornucopia clove)

Okay this is so so short and incomplete but! Just some thoughts to consider while you carry on your day!

Thank you thank you though I LOVE My girl swift and I LOVE my girl Clove (and her simp boyfriend Cato).

<3 <3 <3

#this is my element #Hunger games meet Taylor swift #clato meet Taylor swift #clato songs #clato playlist

[florallychaotic]

The 100 Live Blogging

Alright yall, I'm gonna take a dive back into the only show aimed at teens that I watched as a teen. Everyone had their one CW show and this was mine. Separate posts will be made for separate watching sessions but episodes done in the same watching session will be added as reblogs. Block the tag "alli watches the 100" if you don't want this on your dash (no shame to ya)

Episode 1x01 Pilot

We are off to a bad start Netflix started playing suits when I opened it for some fucking reason

Right off the bat, Eliza Taylor's American accent isn't bad at all, but it's got the American vocal fry that I hate

Also it's really funny to me that the lead actors of this show have names that are near identical to people who are way more famous than them (Eliza Taylor and Bob Morely)

Not a good sign that the UK part of the Ark, the spaceship these people are staying post apocalypse, looks like it has cardboard on the exterior

Juvenile offenders call lockup "the sky box" which is was teenagers are never in charge of naming things

CW dialogue exposition my beloathed

Wells got himself arrested not for Clarke, but in my headcannon, that The 99 isn't as good of a title

My only solace for having to deal with Finn is that unlike the first time I watched this show, I know he dies instead of just wishing for it

Ah season one Bellamy hair, it makes him look like a middle school teacher

You see I hate CW dialogue but I also absolutely would have screamed "We're back bitches" if I was the first person back on earth in a century

Cue too on the nose pop song, radioactive by imagine dragons

I swear to god a solid 20% of Finn's dialogue is calling Clarke princess and im supposed to like him?

I will say off the bat Bellamy is the best character because so far he's the least clichéd and most interesting lol. Meanwhile I can't wait for his sister Octavia to be a good character because she does, she does get better but for now....yikes

Monty!!! Monty best boy!!!

FUCKED UP DEER MY BELOVED!!! TWO HEADED DEER WOOHOO!!!

I dont know how to explain it, everything on the Ark...like it doesn't look greenscreened but it does look weirdly hazy like it's not there??

The actor for Kane has a very bad American accent, it's so far up his nose it's like he's sick lol

Love the random girl who yelled "It's water!!!" When it started raining

Begging this society to stop using the term "floated" for executed it sounds so fucking stupid

Kane absolutely said the word "majority" instead of "maturity" and that's the take they used for some reason

Clarke is a beautiful artist and normally I don't wanna be the person to question this but how does she know what the Arc du Triumph is

Kane please don't say you're willing to "take us down to a cosmic Adam and Eve" to your female co-worker clearly both you and the writers don't realize how extra creepy that it

This show really likes shot to shot scenes where the camera is just panned up a little so you can see up the actor's nose and it's so awkward

I dont want to be that person, but I think it's very telling that Abby (Clarke's mother)'s best friend is an Asian woman who is still unnamed despite having more lines than multiple white characters who are already named. Like this show is quite diverse and it's not going to be fun rewatching and seeing how poorly they handled that diversity.

Director: "okay can you boys just improv for a moment to delay the scene so we can have the big moment at the chorus of the song?" Actors: "Sure boss!"

What!?!?! You're not alone on Earth?!?! I never would have seen that coming! /s

Final rating: 7/10 despite its flaws I'm far too interested to not continue. What shot Jasper?? Idk! It's a fun lord of the flies story that is really interesting if only its dialogue was better

#alli watches the 100 #long post

[nyanggk]

SCREAMING LET'S FFUCKINGGG GOOOOOOO

Innocence is a bar that man themselves have set impossibly high, making it impossible for even the most devoted worshiper to reach. --- SHAKESPEARE WHOMST not you starting off the whole fic with a description so poetic

YAS WE ARE A CHALLENGE

It’s you over anyone else, and really, what’s so bad about having a fuckton of sex? --- I STAN

You're a succubus, a demon who feeds on lust, yet here he is, screaming for God like you aren't giving him the time of his life. --- BRUH THE WAY I DID NOT REALIZE THIS until it was pointed out haksjhsakd ironic INDEED

do you now know what g-spot means HAHAHAHAHAAHAHHA IM SORRY

SHUT UP THE BOY IS JAY HASDHASHDASHH THE WAY I SPAT!!!! I HAVE DROOL NOW UNDER MY LIP FUCK YOUUUUUUU

jay a whole fruit seller what

AND A WHOLE FUCKING CHEATER

did he die

me reading this fic and praying for your safety (from the possible anon haters and also the wrath of God)

WHO IS THIS FATHER WHO IS IT

The tone of his voice is so satisfying that it even makes your cunt water as it awaits his penetration. --- THE AMOUNT OF FILTH IN ONE SENTENCE, ARE YOU OKAY?

You think he should be worshiping you. --- queen

OH IT'S JAKE

the sass in this demon i love it

the fact that Jake just KNOWS it's wrong but is just TOO INNOCENT and TOO KIND to refuse wah chefs kiss the little poor boy

no sorry i randomly thought of the sexy priests calendar i saw on my fyp and the woman rating each priest of the month HAHAHAHAH

omg Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift started playing and it eerily fits

NOT LICKING THE KNUCKLES BYYE JAKE I AM PRAYING FOR YOU

HIM APOLOGIZING TO GOD OUT LOUD HELPPPPP

All he can do is condemn you in his mind for giving him his conciseness back at the worst timing possible --- did you mean consciousness bestie

heeseung you dumb fuck, jake didn't cum yet!

NOT THEM SCOLDING YOU FOR CUSSING

them both touching themselves cluelessly POOR BOYS

"Me too, please." --- oh my god

I find it funny that Heeseung didn't even resist much lmao when he first came in

NOT JAKE SHOVING HEESEUNGHAHAHAHAHAHAH

"And why is he touching you like that?! I-I can do better!" --- gasp! wet.

"You ready, boys?" --- OH NAUR HERE IT COMES

no gag reflex? wow what a goal

almost falling down if it weren't for Jake, who dashingly catches you. --- what a man

ALL THAT IN AN HOUR???????????????????????????

"So cold. Wanna go back inside." --- oooooh he's CHEEKy

BRO. i can only imagine how long it took you to write this because it is LENGTHY and just porn with a sprinkle of plot. in conclusion i am wet, goodbye.

did you really kill jay--

[MDNI] GIRL BCS THIS WAS ALL PURE SMUT AND NO HUMOUR (well a bit maybe) I WAS LITERALLY CRINGING AND CACKLING THE WHOLE TIME— cringing bcs of my writing that ppl can see and cackling BCS THIS SHIT IS TOO FUNNY

ALSO WDYM "do u know what a gspot is" (^_-) DID I EVEN USS THAT TERM FUCK I DONT REMEMVER??????????? aw hell nah is this the whole prostate thing all over again 💀💀💀💀💀

this is medieval, ofc that's the only medieval job I can think of 😟 I imagine him filling those pull up thingys where u can store things and then sell it across the city JNADOWNDO is it called a cart?????????? my English bad 😎🥸

did he die? hmmmmmmmm, who knows 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ maybe he'll appear in the next entry or he was just devoured 😚😚😚😚

GIRL FUCK EM THERE ARE LITERAL WARNINGS SAYING NOT TO READ AND HOW THERES A HPLE FUCK OF MOCKKNG/DISCRIMINATION 😤 BITCH YOURE GONNA BE FUCKING A PRIEST AND YOURE A SUCCUBUS how real can this fic get 😭 NOT AT ALL

naurr bcs baby boy would literally just do anything bcs he's too kind 🤧🤧🤧 heS SUCH A SWEET BABY

yes I did mean consciousness 😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😀😃

I find it funny how heeseung didn't even resist much when he first came in — girl- I can't be bothered to write a whole 5k long description of how heeseung is falling into her charm so I just *darts out hand* *charm exudes* *charm heeseung completely* LMFAO

nana,,, you know the reason why this took longer tjan fucking picture perfect? it's bcs whenever I tried to proof read, I'd just get too aroused and bail out LMFOANZOWNDOWND and then I'd be too tired to proof read/write again and then I'd just be like "eh tomorrow" and tjen the process just repeats

also,HA FUCK U there's only one grammar error 😊😁😁😍😍😍🥰😏😝😝🤪🤪😜🤪🤪😜

THANK U SO MUCH NANA FOR DOING ALL OF THIS the amount of EFFORT you put into making this just SENDS ME I kept on squealing and laughing throughout all of it so thank u thank u SO MUCH I wanna give u a big fat SMOOCH ON THE CHEEK

#nana🦋 #@: forjongseong #mirais asks⚜ #[besties!] (*≧з≦) #nyanggk—feedback ! #first caress: the high priests ♥️

[unlikely-alliance]

welp it only took me two months but I finally finished s2 of smallville! it dragged a bit in the middle for me but there were quite a few iconic moments/episodes throughout and it definitely picked up towards the end. again posting my reactions to each episode below the cut, for the laughs

201

is jonathan kent about to kill a man 😳

leave it to lionel luther to call out lex for wanting to let him die while he’s still in critical condition……. also lex broke my heart a bit in that scene

and leave it to clark to ask lex if there’s anything he can do to help while he’s in the middle of trying to find his own dad 🥺

oh FUCK this reporter

202

fiancée????? 😧

lex wants clark to be his best man 🥹

oh noooo not lana’s cappuccino machine! way to go clark 🙄

203

chloe is the first person lana thought of when thinking of a friend 🥹

chloe to lana: are you dating an older man? not this foreshadowing….

this pete/clark drama is good

not lex and lana both trying to escape their houses in the same ep… 👀

204

this ep is SO fun… red kryptonite clark can stay for a bit I won’t be mad

205

aaaaaand another freak of the week who’s obsessed with lana who is surprised

martha working for lionel is not something I saw coming at all… how tf is this gonna play out

206

is that model behavior girl?? omg it is

me every time I see a shot of the kent farmhouse: I want to go to there *___*

the set up for the old chrissy reveal was cool but that elderly face makeup did NOT look good at first asdfhsh

ooooh who is lana’s father gonna be

207

I know this woman didn’t just say she’s clark’s mother, looking just like martha kent 🤨

CLARK/CHLOE ANGST!!!!!! that fight scene was the single best scene of this season so far they simply bring out the best in each other acting wise when they have scenes together I’m sorry

I love lana/chloe’s friendship this season

meteor shower flashbacks!!!!!! lionel being involved in clark’s adoption!!!!! ooh this ep is good

omg baby lex and clark in the kent’s truck 🥹🥹🥹 CLARK STROKING HIS BALD HEAD ARE WE SERIOUS

the parallel of jonathan telling clark’s wannabe mom not to bother them and lana’s father telling lana not to bother him… inch resting

and not a freak of the week in sight 😌

ANOTHER CLARK/CHLOE HAND HOLD IM NOT OKAY!!!!!!!!!!!

um… so who tf is lucas luther?????

208

telekinetic kid in a lab getting a nosebleed… someone go sue the duffer brothers for that one

209

this freak of the week looks like the dude from heathers oh my GOD IT’S JONATHAN TAYLOR THOMAS????

“mi casa su casserole” oh I love chloe’s dad

this dude cloning himself to spend time with chloe and lana… living clark’s dream for real

chloe to clark: you really can’t imagine someone choosing me over lana can you? OOF

iconic episode I’m serious

210

not clark immediately getting a new love interest

…get her out of here I’m not interested ashdhdhs

bad mid season finale imo

this wolves attacking lionel scene is scary af though

211

oh heyyy whitney

tina greer?!!!?!!??! 😧

lex: help me, I don’t wanna become like my father 😭😭😭😭

kristen’s acting in this last scene is so good

lana telling clark he’s the one constant in her life vs s1 clark saying that chloe is the one constant in his life………… hmm

212

lex standing up to jonathan… honestly we love to see it

a little shared trauma for martha and lionel as a treat

clark at the daily planet !!!!!

why tf does lionel have a file on clark in his vault with a fuck ton of kryptonite and the key to his spaceship 🤨

clark jumping from the daily planet to luther corp was insaneeeeee

so was lionel really just covering for clark in front of lex??? he really knows??????

‘I’m not afraid of tomorrow, I’m only scared of myself’ song with shot of broody lex ooooh that’s good that’s good

213

pete: I don’t mean to rain on your csi parade ashdhshs thank you pete this is literally an episode of csi

THE COP???????????

214

ok but… I wanna go to the rave in a cave it looks so fun (minus whatever the fuck just happened to pete uh oh)

clark to pete: I’m here if you want to talk

chloe to lana 3 scenes later: I don’t want to be one of those annoying people who says I’m here if you need to talk— ASFHDHSHFJKSKS

not pete outing clark as an alien omg

pete popping out of the shadow’s in clark’s barn adhdhshs he’s so funny this ep

another date with lana ruined I have to laugh

maybe I should have paid more attention to that midseason finale ep

clark and chloe are making out 🆘🆘🆘

oh damn lex is really suspecting clark now and literally turning up the heat ooooooh

that last clark/lana scene was so sad 😩

215

hellooooo paul wesley 😏

HE’S PLAYING LEX’S HALF BROTHER??????? WTF

lex asking to stay with the kents 🥹 but he prob wants to snoop on clark 😩

lionel is faking his blindness??????? wtf

the idea of how differently lex would have turned out if he was raised by the kents then jonathan telling lex he would have made a hell of a farmer… ouch

lionel shooting lucas… he’s so scary

216

love how we’re at the hospital every 2 episodes

why is clark always snapping / yelling at chloe more than anyone else… I hope they address that

MARTHA IS PREGNANT???!!!??!!!!

ok chloe’s letter to clark……. iconic slow burn friends to lovers ish!!!! “I’m the girl of your dreams masquerading as your best friend” “there are two types of girls — the girls you grow out of and the girls you into. I hope I’m the latter.” COME ON!!!!!!! 😭😭

chloe telling clark how she feels while he’s sleeping and lana seeing that & telling him how she feels to his face… I hate it here

217

special guest appearance by christopher reeve??!!!?!?!?!?!?

lex is so worried about clark 🥺

not the scientist by coldplay OH that is such a good music moment— “I was just guessing at numbers and figures” with the shot of clark deciphering the cave symbols and “questions of science and progress do not speak as loud as my heart, tell me you love me” with lex looking at lana

chloe putting lana as her sister on her family tree 😭😭

omg that scene with christopher is so iconic

“this is kal-el from krypton, our last hope” !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

they called him their infant son so does that mean he was in that ship alone for years before landing on earth???

“you won't find the answers by looking at the stars. it’s a journey you'll have to take by looking inside yourself. you must write your own destiny.” 💯

jonathan: clark kent you are here to be a force for good, not evil clark: how can you be so sure? jonathan: because I am your father, I raised you, and I know you better than anyone. 😭😭😭 GOD THIS EPISODE

218

they’re def building up to chloe learning clark’s secret

lex to helen: you’ve been exploring 😏 (that was sexy af asdhshjdjk)

props department must have had a fun time on this episode with that giant transmitter tower lmao

the way lana always just materializes whenever clark is brooding in his barn 💀

lana being freaked out about the possibility of knowing an alien versus chloe being excited and understanding about it……… come on 😩

219

jesus christ those guys trying to assault lana that was scary as fuck

okay psycho ex boyfriend paul faking being attacked by lex 🙄

omg this lex training lana to fight scene… 👀 foreshadowing?

they better not kill helen like this…………..

this episode is like a lifetime thriller

220

starting this episode right off with a clark/chloe fight and angst…. I hate that I love it 😭😭

is lionel recruiting chloe to expose clark’s secret????? well good for her but this is gonna be interesting to see play out

221

naw fuck this scary little ghost girl go away

lionel almost choking on lex’s wedding cake funniest thing I’ve ever seen

ok so that other episode was a lifetime thriller and this is a straight up horror movie asdhdhsh this is so scary

I bet michael rosenbaum loved this ep

DOLLS MOVING GIVING ME A FUCKING HEART ATTACK NO I’M PISSED

lana being scared that clark thinks she’s perfect and one day she’ll disappoint him… interesting

not i’m with you by avril lavigne during this scene 😭😭 points to clana for that one

no lionel sipping tea from a little pink mug while being the most diabolical person ever is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen

222

love how the season starting and is ending with a lex wedding

awww clana kiss that was sweet

lex asking martha and jonathan to sit at his family table at the wedding 😭😭😭

chloe not betraying clark wooooooooo go girl

lex stole clark’s blood 😩

223

the spaceship is talking to clark 🤨

see I would have forgiven lex if he came clean though 🤷‍♀️ no offense to helen but I’m different

take me away by lifehouse during this clana scene 😭😭 clana is sponsored by this band lmao

STRANGE AND BEAUTIFUL BY AQUALUNG!!!!!!!! they are bringing the killer soundtrack back this episode

omg the symbol carved on clark’s chest yikes

jesus they were putting martha through it all this season huh

yeahhhhhhh red kryptonite clark 🙌 I love him sm sorry not sorry

#natalie watches smallville #I would not remember a single thing that happened if I didn’t take these notes lmao #anyways I unfortunately still love chlark #v curious about s3 bc I feel like I haven’t been spoiled on anything that happens in it

[ziggyevenstar]

i feel like i’ve been consuming so much cheesy media these past years and i’m turning into someone i used to think is basic and has zero personality just because she enjoys whatever it is the next girl does. and i’m fine with it, im proud. it feels liberating. to finally allow myself to like stuff just because. i mean dostoevsky and kafka are great (no doubt) but sometimes that’s not what you need. like you have too much “serious” going on in your life already and what you need are some feel-good romance books, some cozy fantasy or your emotional support fanfictions. if that means i have bad taste well, okay. i also don’t feel bad now when i like stuff that i know are just really horrible— like “seriously trashed on goodreads” horrible. like ‘shiver’ for example. that book was horrible. but at the same time i like looking at it on my shelf, i like flipping through its pages. it’s horrible and i like it because i was once around 13 years old who frequents fullybooked just to look at a copy of ‘shiver’ and now after more than a decade i finally own the trilogy.

the ‘love & gelato’ movie was horrible too (but the book was great!) but i like it because that scene where lina leaves the house in the middle of the night alone in italy to eat some pastry and read her mom’s diary gives me so much comfort. so i watch it— over and over again

the bridgerton books i read were pretty bad too because of the men and their red flags. but i know netflix will fix those— so i enjoy the romance, and the simplicity and beauty of a woman marrying a rich and handsome man (because the women in these books deserve to be taken care of). so i allow myself to fangirl over colin bridgerton even if i think it’s corny and cringey to do so

i might just like the new trilogy of star wars. yes, i think it’s horrible. yes, i think disney should stop milking the star wars franchise. yes, i think they ruined luke skywalker. yes, i think they shouldn’t have made it. but i think i like it a little bit now— not because of the plot but because i read and loved a book (love hypothesis by ali hazelwood) that was initially a reylo star wars fanfic.

the ‘summer i turned pretty’ was bad. really bad. the book series and the tv series. but i like it because the summer vibes (plus all the taylor swift songs that play in the background) puts me in a really good mood (except for when i kept screaming at the book for belly to use her brain).

i think books aren’t meant to set your moral values (can you imagine if it does and you’re reading ‘lolita’). they’re meant to entertain and make you think. you set your moral values. if a book entertains you in whatever way and for whatever reason then it’s already done what it’s meant to do, even if it’s not great plotwise, even if it’s mainstream, even if it bleeds of twisted morals. ever since i saw it like that it’s been easier to like things and not judge (i mean i still struggle with not judging colleen hoover fans but we’re getting there).

if what i enjoy about a movie isn’t the plot but the vibe, i’m still allowed to like it. if what i enjoyed about a book isn’t the storyline but the feeling, well then i love it.

this probably sounds so trivial but as someone who used to be so image conscious, this is not nothing. i try to play this game now where i ask myself “do i really like this or did i just think it’s cool to like this? do i really NOT like this or did i just NOT allow myself to like this because i thought it was uncool” and it’s been fun

#dear mr tumnus

[backtodecember]

- seven (2020) 

#taylor swift #tswiftedit #taylorswiftgif #taylorswiftedit #usertaylorswiftdaily #tscreators #userelena #usermasha #userjerr #mine #im just imagining taylor playing with a little girl okay #lemme have this

[amazingmaeve]

closure ─ r. weasley

─ “i got your letter and i don’t need the closure ron im happy.”

summary ─ y/n and ron broke up after the battle of hogwarts and years later y/n gets a letter from ron saying something about closure.

warnings ─ a teeny bit of fluff, angst, break ups

a/n ─ somewhat based on closure by taylor swift.

word count ─ 2.3k

tags ─ @chokemepansy @amourtentiaa @inglourious-imagines

“I love you so much,” Y/N whispered, walking up next to him and putting her hand into his. She had a glass of wine in her hands as she stood next to the love of her life. Ron Weasley.

He sneaked his way into her heart in the beginning of their second year. They became friends and she soon became friends with Harry and Hermione. But Ron always had a special play in Y/N’s heart. In the middle of their 3rd year she began to have feelings for the red head.

But when the Yule Ball came around in their fourth year Ron didn’t asks her which made her disappointed a little bit but she soon got over it when he asked her out at the end of the year. Then fifth and sixth year came along and everything was fine. Her and Ron were happy.

At the end of their sixth year when Ron and Hermione offered to go with Harry to find Horcruxes Y/N did so as well. But Ron stepped in and explained to her it would be dangerous for her to go which made her slightly angry at the boy and he explained he didn’t want her to die because of him. Y/N hesitantly agreed.

She loved him so much. His charm, his smile, the way he could make her laugh in any situation. She fell so madly in love with him and she expected it to be the same way for him as well.

Y/N saw that Ron was looking at Hermione dancing with Krum which made her confused why he was looking at the two dancing. She shook the thoughts out of her head not wanting to make something out of nothing. She then started to think about something else.

She had gotten a flat for the two of them and was going to move in after they defeated Voldemort and she couldn’t wait to start the next part of her life with the man. She just hoped that he would like this gift that she got for the both of them.

“I love you to darling,” Ron smiled happily down at Y/N who returned the action. He squeezed her hand in a sort of reassurance. She didn’t know why she would need to be reassured by his love but the thoughts left her mind as his lips touched hers. She put one of her hands on his neck and began to kiss him back.

“Promise that when everything is over we’ll be happy,” Y/N asked her hand on his shoulder and their faces still inches apart.

“Promise,” Ron replied almost nervously she caught it but then a crash came and Y/N looked around to see what happened. She saw several death eaters enter the wedding. Y/N looked back to see where Ron went but was surprised to see he had disappeared.

“Ron,” Y/N in worry as she ran around the place looking for him. When she didn’t find him she ran her fingers through her hair and harshly tugged on it through frustration.

Then she saw him with Harry and Hermione.

Before she could do anything they disappeared from the dance floor leaving the death eaters and everyone else confused where they went.

“Y/N,” Ginny yelled, getting the girl's attention.

“Ginny,” She gasped in relief as seeing her best friend. She wrapped her arms around Ginny, this had been one of the worst years of her life and she couldn’t do anything about it.

She just hoped Ron would be okay.

Over her 7th year everything was tough with Snape being headmaster. She was lucky to have friends as good as Luna, Ginny and Neville.

She wouldn’t have gotten through this without them.

Most of her nights she spent with thoughts of Ron. If he was okay, or if he was hurt. Would he make it back okay? When she fell asleep she dreamed of the day where Ron and her would finally be together but then again it was just a dream.

One time when she got detention she was sent to the forbidden forest with Ginny and some other students. Luckily it was as bad as it could’ve been.

And before she knew it, they were back. Ron Harry and Hermione.

Once she saw Ron she relaxed, he was here and he was okay. Everything was fine in this moment as she ran up to him and hugged him.

Everyone else was talking about a plan.

“Whoa,” Ron gasped as he put his hands on her hips and pulled her back which made her look at him confused.

“What’s wrong,” Y/N asked looking up in his beautiful eyes.

Before they could say anything Hermione came up to the both of them.

“Come on Ron Harry needs us,” Hermione says looking Ron in the eyes. He nodded, kissing Y/N on the forehead, running off with Hermione.

She wrapped her arms around herself feeling very insecure. Y/N always thought Ron had a crush on Hermione but when they started dating she forgot all about them.

No Hermione would never do that to her.

Before any other thoughts came to her Ginny came up to her pulling her along with another group.

Then the battle began.

Death Eaters entered the castle and things went back. The place was in rubble and people were dying left and right. And worst of all Y/N saw her parents die right in front of her.

She couldn't even react as she saw a death eater right around the corridor. She ran before he could do anything. As she found herself on one side of the wall she leaned her head back as tears flowed out.

What was she supposed to do now?

Y/N stood there for a second crying before leaving and entering the main hall, which was in ruins. Before she could react to the mess she saw the Weasley family and Freds dead body.

A gasp left Y/N’s mouth as she saw one of the twins laying there. She didn’t even see Hermione hugging Ron in comfort as she lost one of her best friends.

Fred was the one to push her into confessing her feelings towards Ron. And now he was gone just like her parents. Tears stained her cheeks as she stood against the wall not wanting to ruin the family that is already broken.

When Voldemort came saying Harry Potter was dead and Ginny tried to run to find him but someone held her back. Y/N blocked out everything. She lost so many people today she couldn’t handle it anymore.

When Harry leapt out of Hagrids arms Y/N eyes widened in shock as he fired a spell. He eventually ran off with Voldemort straight on his tail.

Y/N participated in helping with the death eaters. It was hard. Y/N was all cut up and bruised and when everything was done she leaned against the wall and sighed as she relaxed.

Then she thought about how her parents were now gone.

Tears came out as she closed her eyes. She bit her lip to stop herself from sobbing so hard. Everything changed when Ron came into view.

Y/N leapt off the ground to Ron and wrapped her arms around his neck crying into his neck. Then some words came out of his mouth that she never suspected.

“Hermione and I kissed,” Ron blurted out making Y/N stop crying as she removed herself from Ron’s neck.

“What,” Y/N whispered, shock all over her body. She wrapped her arms around her body to stop the shiver. Maybe she heard him wrong. A tear came trailing down her cheek.

“I’m sorry I don’t think we should be together anymore,” Ron says softly. He didn’t mean for this to happen but he fell for Hermione.

Y/N nodded biting the inside of her cheek.

“I see,” Y/N nodded. Tears fell from her eyes and onto the ground as she looked into his eyes. “You never loved me,” She says harshly as her voice was raw from crying.

“I did I swear I just-,” Ron says, defending himself. But she interrupted.

“I just wasn’t good as Hermione,” Y/N’s voice cracked as she spoke. Before he could say anything Hermione came into view standing next to Ron, making her look at the both of them. “I hope you guys have a happy life together,” She whispers and walks away before any of them could say anything.

After the war Y/N inherited everything from her parents since she was an only child. She moved into that flat where she was going to share with Ron but now it’s just her.

Sometimes the silence is so loud. As she stares at the ceiling while she’s in her bed she thinks about Ron. She understands why he didn’t choose her.

Hermione was the embodiment of perfect. She was smart, funny and pretty, which Y/N had none of those qualities in her mind at least. Even though she understood why he didn’t choose it, it doesn’t stop herself don’t crying at night. Ron was the love of her life and she wanted to do everything with him.

Now it was all gone.

She took over a shop that her parents had. It selled books and ingredients for potions. It helped keep Y/N from her thoughts about Ron.

Usually it took so much for Y/N to get out of bed. She didn’t want to get up, she just wanted the pain to feel better. She stopped talking to the Weasleys not wanting to see Ron or Hermione. She had no one.

A year after the same old routine she was surprised to see Ginny sitting in her flat.

“Ginny,” Y/N says surprised. Ginny looked at her and raised one of her brows and stood up. “What are you doing here,” She asks, avoiding eye contact with the red head.

“I haven’t seen you in a year. I was worried that something happened to you,” Ginny says frustration running through her veins.

“I’m fine as you can see,” Y/N says, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Obviously not this place doesn’t look like it has been cleaned in years,” Ginny says in disgust looking around the living room.

“I’ve been busy,” Y/N says lying. Truthfully she’s been in her bed feeling depressed.

“I know what happened between you and Ron but you shouldn’t hurt yourself over this,” Ginny says walking over her.

“I’m not, I'm over it,” Y/N says, her voice shaking, betraying what she’s saying. She wraps her arms around herself looking at the ground not wanting to face the truth.

“Y/N please you need to get help,” Ginny begged, putting her hands on her arms and giving them a squeeze.

“I loved him so much,” Y/N whimpers, tears trailing down her eyes. Ginny wraps her arms around the girl as Y/N rests her head on her shoulder crying her heart out.

For the 6 months Ginny has been by her sides as she goes to see a therapist to talk about everything.

And 3 months later Y/N can feel herself start to change. She starts to feel happy again. When she sees Ginny they joke and have a good time and Y/N starts to smile more. Her shoulders don’t slump anymore. She has jolt in her step as she walks to her job everyday.

Then Ginny invited Y/N to her wedding which she hesitated because of Ron. But then she thought why would she miss her best friend's wedding just for some boy.

Not only an invention but to be the matron of honor which she accepted hugging the girl in excitement. She helped Ginny with all of the planning and casually saw Harry around when she was at their flat.

A few days before the wedding she got a letter from the one and only Ron Weasley.

Dear Y/N,

I think it would be good to meet and talk to get some closure.

Sincerely

Ron Weasley

Y/N clenched her jaw as she squeezed her fist together in anger. She crumpled up the letter and threw it in the fireplace watching it burn. Tears stung her eyes as she watched the flames flare a bit.

Of course when she started to feel fine he had to step into her life again.

Y/N took a deep breath before standing up and dumping the wine into the sink before watching some tv. But all the thoughts kept circling her brain. Why would he want to talk to her right before Ginny's wedding?

She felt her eyes fall before she fell asleep on the couch.

Then the wedding came around and Y/N started to feel more and more nervous. She hoped she didn’t see Ron nor Hermione.

But she would have too because Ron was the best man.

He gave her a tight smile and she grabbed his hand as they walked down the aisle to where Harry was standing. Then Ginny came down making Y/N looked at her in awe. Ginny looks so beautiful.

After they sealed the marriage with a kiss everyone clapped and yelled in excitement.

After greeting every Weasley and hugging them and talking for a moment since they haven’t seen each other in a while, she sat down with a sigh. This was a good long day. She was so happy for Harry and Ginny.

“Y/N,” Someone said and she looked behind her to see Ron standing there awkwardly rubbing his neck.

“What do you need Ronald,” Y/N asked, sighing out of frustration.

“I was wondering if you got-,” Ron began to say but was interrupted.

“I got your letter and I don’t need the closure Ron I’m happy,” Y/N explained harshly. Ron nodded. “But I hope you got yours,” She says softly, giving his hand a squeeze before walking away from the boy.

She honestly hoped that Ron and Hermione had a happy life.

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You Can Make It Up To Me

Ok sorry if its too late or its already been done just thought id ask anyway, for the 1000 followers celebration why not throw it back to the early days, what about a sequel to "I'll make it up to you" based on another time rog comes home after being away for a while? Maybe reader cant keep to her promise this time? 😊 have been hooked on your writing since I read that fic!! ❤

I’LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+), dom!Rog, sub!Reader, edging and denial, chastity belt, oral sex (male receiving), facial, mentions of spanking though it doesn’t really feature, mentions of cockwarming though it doesn’t really feature either, it’s really just a fuckload of edging lmao

Words: 9,307

A/N: Listen, ya’ll should know by now I have a denial kink. You suggest a fic with edging and i fucking run with it.

This was another request from my 1000 followers celebration roughly a year ago. Apologies to the person who requested it for taking so long, I hope you’re still around and you see this! 

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You’d thought edging for a week was hard. Oh how wrong you’d been. A week was a piece of fucking cake compared to the two months you’d been asked to endure this time. Stupid Roger. Stupid you. You’d been a fool to agree to the edging challenge again. You let Roger sweet talk you and convince you it’d be fun and hot and maybe he was a little bit right. Maybe you were turned on just from the suggestion of being edged for an extended period of time. He knew that and he used it against you as he cooed about how much he loved seeing you desperate and how good it had been last time he’d been away and how much fun you’d had playing with it all those times since, but they’d all been so short and wouldn’t it be fun to go for longer. And that was all very true, but you’d still been an idiot to agree to it. Two months! What had you been thinking? You supposed it could be worse. They could have been doing the whole tour in one hit, leaving you with much longer to get through. But that was by the by really. You’d never have lasted longer. You hadn’t even lasted the two months you’d agreed to. Roughly half a month from Roger’s return and you’d fucked up. Gone over the edge without meaning to. And he was going to call at the previously agreed upon check in time and you’d have to tell him and then be punished when he got home. Maybe you could distract him, get him talking about the tour and stuff. Technically you were meant to save all the chatting for the end of the week when he could call earlier and spend longer on the phone but maybe he’d be so homesick he’d forget about the rules you’d agreed on. Or maybe you could just lie about it and get back into your edging routine and still be the same drippy mess he expected to find waiting for him on his return. Ten minutes until he was supposed to call. You had to make your mind up now.

 “Love?” “Hi Rog,” You were still apprehensive about the call but the weary drawl in his voice softened your worry, “you sound tired.” “Only just got back to the hotel, how’s my girl?” “Good, how are you? How’s the tour going?” “Love, you know this isn’t a social call, it’s a check in.” Damn. So much for distracting him. “Sorry, I just miss you.” “I miss you too Y/N.” “So let’s just talk for a minute.” A feeble last ditch effort really. “We can talk. About how your edging is going. Tell me what my slut’s been up to.” Double damn. “I’ve been edging Sir,” “Good. How many times today?” “Six.” “Only six?” “I, uh, I got caught up doing o-other things and, um, didn’t have as much time today,” you hoped he couldn’t hear how fast your heart was beating. “Is that so? This from the same slut who told me about how she’d been so desperate while driving the two minutes to the supermarket that she’d pulled over halfway to knock one out.” His weariness seemed to evaporate with every word, “What were you doing that was so distracting?” “I- um, it was, um,” He let you stutter and sweat a little before he cut you off, “I’m starting to think you weren’t too preoccupied. I’m starting to think you disobeyed me.” “It was an accident,” you sighed, “I was edging and I slipped up and came. I’m sorry.” “Oh, love, that’s okay. Mistakes happen. And I know we’ve never done it for this long before and it must be so hard to keep stopping.” “It’s so hard!” you half laughed, relieved at his reaction. “I know. You’ve done so well.” “Thank you,” “But you know I will have to punish you when I get home right,” “Sir?” “Not because you slipped over the edge, that I understand completely. But you tried to hide it from me. So you’ll have to make it up to me.” “Yes Sir. How?” “I’m not sure yet. Have you edged much since you went over?” “No, I haven’t touched myself at all. I wasn’t sure I could start again and keep up with it.” “That’s okay. You did such a good job getting this far so we’re not going to worry about edging any more for these last…how many? I think ten days of the tour, whatever. You can have as many orgasms as you want. But I want you to keep count for me okay?” “Okay, yeah, I can do that.” “Yeah? That’s my girl. Why don’t you run grab your vibrator and let me hear you have one now,” “Now?” “I need something to wank to if I’m going to get to sleep any time soon.” “Right, give me two minutes to grab it.” “Take your time, love.”

 You hurried to the bedroom to pull open the draw where you kept your toys, not wanting to keep Roger waiting longer than you had to. Your fingers slipped a little as you quickly plugged it into the wall and positioned yourself, picking the phone up and pressing it back to your ear. “Okay, I got it,” “Let me hear it,” You turned it on for a couple of seconds. “Good girl. Now, what are you wearing?” Despite how worn out he must have felt Roger took his time. He made you describe the underwear you wore and told you how he wanted you to touch yourself over your knickers, made you tease yourself while he listened. He told you where to put the vibrator and on which setting and for how long. And you followed every instruction as best you could. You could feel the weeks of edging like every unachieved orgasm was gathered in the pit of your stomach. They made you ache for release. You told Roger as much, less eloquently, begging and whining rather than full sentences. There was a fear he’d lied about letting you cum or that at the very least he was going to make you wait for it. But he didn’t. All you had to say was please Sir and he told you to let go. He didn’t need to tell you twice. Relief washed through every inch of you as your pleasure cracked moans subsided. But he wasn’t finished, and he wasn’t going to let you off so easily. He gave you half a minute to catch your breath and thank him and then he told you to put the vibrator back against your clit. When you whined about being sensitive, he mocked you. His poor pathetic slut who was so worked up she just had to have an orgasm. “But I haven’t had mine and I told you I wanted to listen to you while I got off.” You came again as his grunts of release echoed down the phone line and he let you stop. But he was gentle as you caught your breath, soft words of praise making you feel warm and treasured. He made sure you were okay, reminding you to drink some water and get some rest, before he wished you goodnight, the tiredness returned to his voice, stronger than ever. But his parting reminder to keep count and expect his call the next night sent a shiver down your spine.

 Over the six and a half weeks since Roger had left you’d grown accustomed to X-rated dreams. Most nights ended with an edge or two and most mornings began the same way so it was no wonder your dreams quickly picked up the theme and ran with it. In them Roger returned early to surprise you and fuck your brains out. Or else he took you on tour and dressed you in skanky clothes that left nothing to the imagination so he could use you whenever he needed. Sometimes he’d share you with rooms full of men you didn’t recognise but understood worked with the band. Once or twice you’d woken up on the verge of release and cursed dream Roger for being so arousingly evil. You hadn’t expected to have one of those dreams after Roger overstimulated you on the phone but you woke the next morning grinding against the bunched up sheets, with a vague memory of Roger plowing you over his drumkit while a crowd of fans cheered him on. It wasn’t until you were rubbing the sleep from your eyes that you realised it couldn’t have been real. And it was followed by a moment of panic that you’d gone over the edge in your sleep before you remembered everything. The recollection brought a smile to your face as your fingers slipped between your legs. Still a little sore but you could avoid your clit, focus on trying to imitate the way Roger could finger fuck you to orgasm. You were laughing as you came, blissed out on just the notion of being allowed an orgasm. And not just one, as many as you wanted. It was tempting to take another just because you could but instead you forced yourself to get out of bed and start your morning routine. Of course you had to make some adjustments. You’d taken to edging in the shower each evening but instead you allowed yourself the luxury of a bath, coming with the tap gushing directly into your clit. And instead of mindlessly edging while you spread out on the couch and read, you let yourself get off to the erotic novel you were halfway through. It was incredible, even without Roger there to help. The tingle you’d get right before it hit, the one that used to make you pull your hand away. And then the rush of the actual release that made your whole body tense up before relaxing completely. You’d grown so accustomed to edging, gotten so used to the constantly building high that never ended. Actually being able to finish was like a drug and you kept going back for another hit. It was five times when Roger called though he made you do a sixth, once again explaining what he wanted, asking you how it felt. You didn’t complain, didn’t even consider it.

 It was the same most days though the number of orgasms you got out declined as Roger got closer to coming home. You were guaranteed one with every call he made to check in on how you were going, but more often than not it ended up being two or three. And he’d always ask for how many you’d had that day and then your total number of orgasms. Whenever you gave him the new numbers you could hear the scratch of a pen as he wrote it down. The night before he returned you reached thirty-nine. “Thirty-nine?” Roger let out a whistle that made you chuckle. “You wanna hear one more? Make it an even forty?” “No,” “Oh, really?” “It’s hilarious how disappointed you sound. But I think I’d like to give you number forty myself, in person.” “I suppose I can wait for that,” “Not long to go,” “You gonna miss touring?” “Yeah, a bit. But I’m gonna be even happier being back home with you.” “Getting to use your slut more like,” He let out a soft, breathy laugh, “There’s that, but also just getting to sleep in the same bed as you sounds so good right now. And your tea. I haven’t had a decent cup since I left.”

 You held off on the last orgasm, looking forward to one at Roger’s hands and not just his voice. A little hint of denial to round out the separation. A nice way to bookend the experience, even if you hadn’t managed to last the whole time. But your days of free flowing orgasms meant that his return wasn’t like last time, when you’d be so desperate for release you’d tried to jump him on the front steps. You could wait, let him get settled first. He’d probably want to shower, maybe eat something better than the plane food, maybe sleep off some of the travel, before sex even crossed his mind. Or rather, because it was Roger you were talking about, he was probably thinking about sex already but he’d want to make sure it was good for both of you even if that meant waiting a day or two. So you did what you could to make his return more comfortable, making sure the kettle was on when he arrived, calling out from the kitchen when you heard the door open. He greeted you with a tight hug and a soft kiss and followed it with a contented sigh as you handed him his favourite tea cup and led him out to the couch. He pulled you in close, entwined your fingers again as you chatted and relaxed. You figured that’s how the rest of the afternoon and evening would be, that you’d order take out and stay on the couch until you were ready to shuffle off to bed. So, when Roger’s hand, palm still warm where he’d been holding the teacup, landed on your thigh and began to creep higher, you were a little surprised. “Remind me what your total number of orgasms was again,” “Uh, thirty-nine Sir. But we don’-” “So you didn’t sneak in one more after I hung up?” “No, I wanted to wait for you.” “I’m here now,” “You sure you don’t want to rest? I can wait a bit longer,” “Love, I’ve spent the last however long sitting on a plane, think I’d like to do something a little more…physical.” You couldn’t stop from giggling, couldn’t deny your excitement at the turn the afternoon was taking. “Is that a yes?” “Yes, definitely.” “Then why don’t you go to the bedroom and strip. I’ll finish this perfect cuppa and meet you there. We could do your punishment too, if you’re up for it.” “What’s the punishment going to be, spanking or something?” “Or something,” he said with a laugh. “Okay, yeah, let’s get it over with then,” Roger just laughed again as he leaned forward to kiss you and then sent you on your way.

 “Good girl,” he cooed as he entered the room and saw you kneeling on the bed, your clothes scattered around the room, “You wanna know what your punishment is?” “Please,” “Well, because you tried to get away with cumming without permission, I’m going to edge you again. I think one for every orgasm you had sounds fair, don’t you?” “What? But…” “But what, love? You didn’t think I was going to give you a little spank and then forget about it, did you? I can’t have my slut thinking it’s okay to lie to me.” “But you said I could have those orgasms,” “I know. They were a reward for trying so hard to hold off for me. I’m not punishing you for accidentally going over the edge,” he stepped towards you as he spoke, reached out to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing over your skin softly, “Sorry, I should have been clearer when I left that I wasn’t going to be upset if you didn’t last. Two months is a very long time and it’s hard to keep edging when you’re on your own, especially if you’ve never gone that long before. All I wanted was for you to try and you tried so hard and did so well. I couldn’t be prouder. But then when you did go over, you tried to keep it from me and that’s not on. I expect you to tell me when something like that happens. Otherwise what’s the point in agreeing to all this submissive stuff?” “Sorry, Sir, I know I should have told you,” “Thank you but you’re not getting out of it so easily. Lie back for me,” With a deep breath you did as he asked, shifting against the mattress to get comfortable. “Remind me what your safe word is,” “Red, Sir,” “Good, don’t be afraid to use it if you need to.” You nodded as you watched him walk to the cupboard, your hands already rising over your head in anticipation. He chuckled when he saw you waiting, “so you agree then, I need to tie you down.” “Thirty-nine’s a lot, I won’t be able to stay still,” “Of course you won’t, you’re a needy whore who likes to cum more than’s good for you. Spread your legs for me too, I’m going to tie your ankles.” You did as you were told, earning another chuckle from Roger as he took one wrist and tied it to the corner of the bed frame.

 He made you wait there, on display and unable to move, spread eagle on the bed, as he stripped down to his briefs and then stood over you, looking you up and down as if deciding how best to torture you. “Already a little wet,” he said softly, fingers brushing over your pussy. You stayed quiet, worrying at your lip. “I said,” he slapped your thigh and made you jolt, “Already. A little. Wet.” “I’ve been thinking about this since your last call, Sir.” Another slap, this one directly on your pussy, “Hmmm, thirty-nine orgasms in ten days and you’re already asking for more? Such a good slut for me. I’d have loved to see what kind of a mess you were by the time you accidentally came.” You whined as his fingers teased your entrance but he ignored you and kept talking. “I’ll do my best to get you dripping again now but I think I might need to give you a hand getting started, huh,” his fingers left you as he moved to the draws and pulled out a small tube of lubricant. He spread a dollop over two digits before slipping them inside you easily. Instinctively your hips rose to meet him, encouraging his fingers to sink deeper into you. “Maybe I’ll give you a few weeks break and then we might try again, see if you can’t go the whole two months while I’m here. I’ll help you be a good girl, keep you from going over. And then we can see just how drippy you get. I imagine you won’t be able to wear knickers for more than an hour before they’re soaked through. But it’ll make you easy to use. A self-lubricating little toy for me to play with. So desperate and needy.” He grinned as he stretched you out, using his other thumb to collect some of your rapidly pooling arousal and spreading it over your clit, paying close attention to how you jerked in your restraints, watching for any sign of the release you weren’t allowed, “You like the sound of that?” “Y-yes, Sir,” “Thought you would. I definitely do.” He shifted the position of his fingers seamlessly, almost second nature. “Fuck, close, ‘m close,” He pulled both hands away from you, smoothing them over your thighs, “Thank you for telling me.” The familiar disappointment of a subsiding orgasm made you sigh but otherwise you kept quiet, not wanting Roger to hear you complain after just one edge. The first of many. Roger waited thirty seconds before he started in on you again, enough time for the orgasm to completely disappear so he could slowly rebuild the pleasure to the same point before he pulled his hands away again. There was another half minute pause before he repositioned his fingers where you so badly wanted them to be and began building you up once more. “What a pitiful little whine that was. And we’re only just getting started, love.” Roger stilled his fingers as he laughed again. “Fuck,” “Maybe. If you’re lucky. But for now,” he curled his fingers inside you, watching every reaction closely as he pumped them into you, stilling as you neared the edge again. He didn’t remove them though, just held them in you as you calmed so he could begin again as soon as you’d settled. “That’s three done, thirty-six to go,” You groaned but nodded your acceptance.  Roger played you as well as he would any of his instruments, keeping you right at the edge as you jerked and jolted in your restraints, desperately trying to get just a little more, one more thrust, one more stroke, anything to finally feed the craving. It was blissful torture. But it was so much better with him physically there. Edging for him on your own was fine but nothing beat the way it felt to have him do it for you. The pure submission, the total lack of control. He owned your orgasms. You willingly gave them to him and now he owned them, controlled them.

 Roger enjoyed it as much as you did, the evidence becoming clearer with every pleading whine you gave him, though you were too distracted to notice. It only became obvious to you how turned on he was when he got up to take his underwear off and your eyes fell to his erect cock. He settled himself back between your legs and tapped the head of his dick against your sensitive clit. “What d’you think, slut? Should I fuck you now?” “Please,” “Awww you really want it don’t you?” “Yes, yes Sir, I really want it,” “My good little whore likes Sir’s cock, doesn’t she?” “Yeah,” “Especially in her cunt,” “Yeah,” “Yeah. But we have a problem.” Roger shuffled over you, straddling your hips, “See, it’s been a while.” “Months, Sir,” Roger chuckled, “Exactly, months. And I just worry that I’m going to enjoy being in your cunt again so much that I forget to edge you. And I don’t want that. Not after you’ve been so good for me.” “It’s okay Sir, you can fuck me. I promise I’ll be good,” “I know you would try to be good, but accidents could happen and I’m not ready to let you cum yet, even accidentally. What kind of a punishment would that be? So, instead, I’m going to use another hole I’ve missed, okay?” You agreed, though really it didn’t feel like you had many other options besides taking it or safe-wording and you definitely weren’t ready for things to end. “Good girl,” Roger cooed, leaning forward to kiss you softly before he repositioned himself. You giggled as he somewhat clumsily turned around, but the laughter died as he moved to kneel over your face instead. “Sir?” Roger wrapped his hand around his cock, “Yes, slut?” “Can I have my hands please?” “I think you can manage without them,” Roger said, “But how about this?” He leaned forward to release the ties around your ankles before settling back, his bollocks resting against your lips. He seemed to be waiting so you opened your mouth, laving your saliva over them with your tongue. “Good girl,” Roger hummed as you sucked one testicle into your mouth, a small part of you hoping that if you did enough, he’d be lenient and reduce your punishment. “If it get’s too much, stamp your foot okay?” You raised your legs so your feet were flat on the bed and stamped one to show you understood. “Good girl,” Roger said, pressing a kiss to your knee before he readjusted his position, letting his cock find your mouth.

 At first Roger contented himself with rocking slowly, letting you grow comfortable with the position. You had no control over how deep he pressed into you or how often but he kept his movement measured and careful, making sure he wasn’t overwhelming you, and you kept up as best you could, running your tongue along his length and sucking on his head. It got harder when he leaned forward and attached his lips to your cunt. The distraction of being edged with his tongue made you lose focus as you bucked your hips in a weak attempt to get more pleasure. Which meant you were taken by surprise when he suddenly thrust into your mouth, pushing himself into your throat. You wished you had your hands so you could grab his arse or jerk him off, but you made do as best you could, eyes watering as you moaned and he gave another sharp thrust. As he got closer to release he slid deeper into your throat, unable to control himself as easily while he was concentrating on edging you again and again. Each time he’d tell you how many edges he’d given you but you stopped listening. Between the jolts of pleasure from his tongue licking along your slit and the weight of his body on yours and the strain on your jaw as you kept your mouth open for him and the dizzying gasps of air you sucked in as he remembered himself and pulled out of you before sinking back in just as deep, everything else seemed fuzzy and distant. Your hands grasped at thin air in an attempt to break loose and touch him and your hips rose to meet him until he held them down. You moaned around his cock and whined with each new edge which only seemed to spur him on. At some point, after you weren’t sure how many, Roger decided he’d had enough of edging you like that and sat up a bit higher on his knees. He gave you a brief warning and let you take a few extra breaths before he fucked your mouth for real, unrelentingly using you for his own pleasure. You knew he was getting closer by the way he was grunting and the small twitches in his cock and you tried to prepare yourself for a mouthful of spunk, tried to ready yourself for how it would feel when he came on your tongue. But then he stopped and pulled out of you entirely. You were surprised by his sudden disappearance as he swung his leg back over you and got off the bed. Surely he wasn’t going to edge himself along with you? Surely he was going to use his release as another way to torment you, telling you how good it felt and mocking you for wanting the same. It was hard not to feel a little disappointed too. Especially when you could see how hard he was, his flushed tip proof of how close he’d been. “Sir?” you croaked out, voice scratchy and throat sore. Roger ignored you, as he walked back to the end of the bed, wiping his mouth and chin. “Sir, didn’t you want to finish?” “Awww, did the whore want my cum that bad? Don’t worry slut, you’ll get it, just not to taste. I’m going to put this load where it belongs. In my cunt.” You gasped as Roger pressed the tip of his cock into your heat, bracing yourself for the rough fuck he was sure to give you. But there was no thrusting, no pushing deeper. He held his tip inside you as his hand slid up and down his shaft, pulling himself over the edge with a grunt.

 You were left squirming and aching to be filled, to feel him inside you properly, as he left the bed again and moved towards the cupboard. A combination of your juices and his dripping onto the sheets. You knew what was coming but that made it all the worse. “Do you remember how many I said you had left?” he asked as he plugged the wand vibrator in and gave it a test pulse. “No Sir,” “No? You really should, I said it only a few minutes ago,” “I don’t know Sir,” “Well it’s a good thing I know then. Otherwise we might have had to start all over again and kept better count.” You trembled at the idea, part terrified of it happening, part wanting it to. “You only have to last 5 more. Not very many, is it?” “No Sir. I can do five,” “I know you can. Because you’re such a good girl for me. My good girl. You ready?” “Yes,” you swallowed thickly and took a steadying breath waiting for the buzz of the vibrator to start again. Roger made you wait a little, building the anticipation and the tension as he refrained from doing what you expected. He let the soft head of the toy rest against your clit, laughing when you jolted at the contact. And only once you’d stilled did he turn it on, leaving it on the lowest setting. Instinctively you tried to move your still unbound legs, but Roger gave you a slap to your thigh and warned you to behave or else he’d tie you down again and give you extra edges. You whimpered a small, “Yes Sir,” as you did your best to keep still though it got harder with each edge. Roger was careful to pull the machine away as soon as he saw signs of your impending orgasm, never letting you get too close lest his reflexes be too slow. He didn’t want any accidents to happen now, not after he’d been edging you for so long. He counted down each one, giving you ample breaks between to calm yourself again. When you finally heard him turn off the vibrator and say you were done you cried grateful tears. He untied your wrists and pulled you into his arms, soothing you with soft words of praise and gentle touches.

 “How do you feel?” He asked softly once you’d sufficiently calmed, leaning back and placing his hand on your cheek as he studied your face. “Bit sore. Really want to cum. But good.” “Yeah? You’re okay?” “Yeah I’m okay. Might need a few minutes before I can do more though. The fortieth orgasm I mean.” “That’s alright. In fact, it’s perfect because I’ve got a surprise for you.” “A surprise?” “Wait here, I’ll grab it from my suitcase,” You nodded, intrigued, and leaned against the bedhead to wait, letting your eyes close for a moment as he left the room. Roger returned and handed you a glass of water and box tied off with ribbon. You were definitely curious now, the box larger than you’d been expecting. You pulled at the bow with one hand as you drank with the other, letting Roger lift the lid from the box. You didn’t understand what you were seeing until Roger explained. “It’s a chastity belt,” You almost did a spit take. “I saw it while we were exploring the shops of one of the towns we were in and I thought it might be fun to try it out, if you’re interested.” You placed the cup down and reached into the box to pick up the metal device, “Looks a bit medieval, doesn’t it,” Roger chuckled and agreed, “We don’t have to use it if you don’t want to. But while I was edging you I thought maybe it would be fun to make you wait a few extra days,” “You want me to wear it now?” “Only if you want to. If I’m being honest, I hadn’t planned to show you today. I was going to save it for after the rest of the tour, but you know how impatient I can be,” he laughed, his hand falling to your rub softly over your knee, “If you’d prefer to cum now I will very happily make that happen. More than once. But if you did want to test it out I’d also be into that.” “How would it work?” “Well, um, you’d wear it all day, when you’re at home and when you go out. The guy who sold it said it’s very discreet and will go under most clothes without showing. You have to take it off once a day to clean it so I was thinking that you could wear it all day and take it off at night when you have your shower. That way it can be cleaned and dry out over night and you wouldn’t have to worry about it not being comfortable to sleep in.” “And um, how would, uhhhh, bathroom stuff work with it?” “Well, there’s a slit at the front that can be opened so you can pee but isn’t it kind of hot if you have to ask me to unlock it every time you have to go to the bathroom?” “I hate to admit it but yeah it is,” you laughed. “I could also unlock it for other reasons. Maybe if I really really wanted to fuck you.” You shifted excitedly. It had been too long since you’d had Roger properly, and especially after his little teasing stunt just before, but you tried to sound more casual as you said, “That’d be fun,” “Think I’m probably more likely to use your mouth though. So much less hassle.” “It’s kinda unfair that you promised me number forty and now you’re not going to pay up,” “I’ll give you forty and forty-one and forty-two and as many more as you can handle. Right now if you want. Or after a few days of having your cunt locked away.” You stomach clenched at the thought, “How long were you thinking?” “I don’t know. The part of me that likes symmetry says ten days since that’s how many days of tour were left when you stopped edging. But really anything you want is okay with me. If you tried it for a day and decided it wasn’t for you that would be completely fine. And, like I said, if you don’t want to do it right away we don’t have to.” “I think I want to. Maybe just a day to start, see how it goes. If I want another day I’ll let you know.” “Really?” You laughed at how excited Roger seemed, “Yes, really.” “I fucking love you,” “I am very loveable,” Roger laughed and pulled you into a kiss.

 He joined you in the shower, helping you wash off the sweat and other fluids left from the torture you’d just been through. You took turns washing each other’s hair as you relaxed together, letting the hot water sooth any aches you felt. But there was a layer of excitement too and a few nerves at the prospect of wearing the chastity belt. Once you were thoroughly cleaned and dried, Roger helped lock the belt into place before you both got dressed. It was an odd sensation but thrilling too. It made you hyper aware of your own desperation. Every time you moved, sat down, you were reminded of how impossible it would be to touch yourself or get any sort of release. You only wore it for a few hours that first day, asking Roger to unlock it when you got up to change into your pyjamas. Together you worked out how best to clean it and hung it up ready for the next day. Roger kissed you good morning when you woke and asked if you wanted to try a full day of it. You agreed and, after visiting the bathroom, let him once again fasten the belt into place. It was even more thrilling the second time. In part because you had a better idea of how it operated, how it felt to wear it, but also largely due to wearing it out of the house. Roger decided to take you out for an early lunch, grinning cheekily as he made the suggestion. He knew full well you’d spend every minute of the excursion with your mind on the belt, wondering if anyone could tell you were wearing it. He was right. But it only made you wetter. Once you were home Roger checked in with you, asking how it was going and if you were still interested in wearing it. “It’s good. Still feels a bit weird but not what I'd call uncomfortable. It’s just very obvious to me that it’s there. But fuck I’m horny,” Roger laughed, “that makes two of us. I swear I’ve been half hard since I put it on you. Was even worse when you asked me to unlock it so you could pee.” “Jeeze Rog. I’ve been edged and denied, what’s your excuse?” “Shut up, there’s just something super hot about me holding the key to your cunt,” You chuckled, leaned towards him and gave him the most sultry look you could muster, “You know you could use that key whenever you want.” “Maybe later, love. Right now I really should unpack my bags, do some laundry.” “But that can be done any time,” “So can you,” Roger laughed, leaving you with a kiss to the temple. That night, after you’d taken the belt off and cleaned it, Roger edged you again, kissing you as his fingers explored your slit and your hand pumped over his cock.

 On the third day Roger disappeared into the back yard with a guitar. A question about the grocery shopping list sent you seeking him, and you found him sitting on a chair under the shade of a large tree, plucking at the strings. It was almost a shame to interrupt what seemed like such a serene moment. He spotted you though and waved you over, pulling you onto his lap. His fingers moved to the front of you shorts, seemingly automatically, but he stopped and chuckled when he met the firm resistance of the belt. “Oops,” “Forgot did you? Lucky,” “You're not enjoying it anymore?” “No, no, I am, but I’m also getting really frustrated,” “Yeah?” “There is literally no way to relieve any pressure when I’m wearing it and you keep edging me before bed and honestly I want you to fuck me so bad like I just feel kind of empty all the time cause it’s been so fucking long since I had more than your fingers in there and I'm used to just being able to pull out a toy and make myself feel better even if I’m edging. It’s fucking torture not being able to touch anything and not being even a little bit in control of my own pleasure.” “Do you want to stop?” “Hell no. I just want you to fuck me,” “Oh really?” he chuckled, “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised my slut likes being completely denied,” You recognised his tone, the one that meant he was pent up and wanted to take it out on you. Hope that he’d do it, that he’d unlock you and give you a good hard pounding, made you sit up a little straighter. Your head was buzzing with ideas of Roger filling you with cum and locking you away again, but they were interrupted rather rudely by Roger growling at you to kneel. You nodded, a little disappointed but more just happy to get some sort of attention, and settled on your knees, intently watching as he stood and unbuckled his belt, the jangling noise of the metal sending another wave of desire through you. He’d barely managed to push his pants down just low enough to get his cock out when you reached out to stroke him, mind so thoroughly focused on him that you barely noticed the itchy tickle of the grass under you. But before you could he slapped your hand away. “You’re here to watch. Open your mouth and stick your tongue out. C’mon needy whore, I don’t have all day.” You nodded as you did what he said. Roger waited, watching you for any signs of impatience but soon rewarded you with his fingers, two of them sliding towards the back of your throat until you gagged. He pulled back and then did the same thing again, slowly beginning to fuck your mouth with just his digits. You could feel saliva pooling on your tongue, his fingers gliding through it until they were slick and shiny. That’s when he moved his hand to his dick, slowly spreading your drool over his shaft. You whimpered as he brushed his thumb over his tip, letting out a small hiss at the contact. You leaned forward slightly, intending to lick his length and replace his hand but he stopped you, his free hand holding you in place, and you realised what was happening. He knew you wanted to be fucked and he was going to deny you that as well as your orgasms. He wasn’t even going to fuck your mouth. All you could do was sit there, whining and watching as he jerked himself off. Every so often he dipped his fingers back into your mouth, either to gather more of your spit or just to hear you gag, you weren’t sure which. A small part of you hoped he’d just push you down onto his cock but as his hand sped up, expertly pleasuring himself, that hope withered away. He was close. You could see it in the way his smooth strokes stuttered, hear it in his groans. If you’d looked up you probably would have found flushed cheeks, and lust blown eyes, but you couldn’t drag your eyes from his cock, right in front of you, pulsing as he neared his release. And then he came with a guttural moan. You jolted as the first drops hit your cheek, but he was already holding you in place, making sure you stayed still until he was done.

 Roger looked down at you, the fist still milking his cock slowing down once more, though he didn’t release himself. You swallowed thickly, shifting on your knees as the temptation to wipe your face and get up rose. “Stay there, slut,” Roger said softly, reading your mind, “you look so good on your knees. Just a toy I use to masturbate with.” You nodded, agreeing, your eyes already drifting back down to his dick. “You want it don’t you? Wish I’d just use you properly,” You nodded again. “If you’re very good I might...” he lay his cock on your tongue, “let you have it,” It took all your strength not to close your lips around his girth as he rubbed his dick over your protruding tongue but your resilience seemed to impress him. Slowly he pushed himself deeper, allowed you to suck on his head for a moment. “Maybe I should use this time you’re all locked up to train you. Teach you to be a filthy oral whore.” The suggestion made your cunt throb but there was nothing you could do to alleviate the desperate desire to be touched. Not even squeezing your thighs together helped. “I’ll teach you to be so desperate to suck cock that you won’t ever want to take the belt off. And when I decide to use your cunt you’ll wish it was your throat,” Roger pulled himself from your lips and you were once again forced to watch as he wanked in front of you. Right up until he stopped and walked behind you. “Sir?” His presence came close again, right up behind you, “Shhhh, slut, I’m still here,” Roger gripped your chin from above and tilted your head back slightly.   “Fuck you look so hot like this, drives me fucking wild to see my little toy all soaked in cum. Close your eyes,” You did, heart racing with the uncertainty of what he might be planning. There was a tap on your forehead as the tip of Roger’s dick landed there. “I’ll reward you with some more edges tonight. Maybe I’ll even give you a ruin, if you’re very lucky. I want you so desperate that all you think about is my cock. Twenty-four seven. So desperate you’ll beg just to be allowed to suck me off.” You couldn’t see what Roger was doing but you felt it when he came again, jizz running from your forehead down the side of your nose, onto your cheek and over your top lip, dripping onto your waiting tongue. Roger stepped back and you heard the zzzziiippp of his fly being pulled up followed by the jangle of his belt, but you didn’t move. He stroked his fingers down the side of your neck, offing you a soft, “good girl,” as he moved back round to take in your appearance. “Jesus this is….you look so fucking hot,” you could feel the breath of his laugh as he leaned forward, his thumbs brushing over your closed eyes, making sure they hadn’t been caught in his crossfire, “alright, you can open your eyes now, and close your mouth if you want,” You carefully opened on eye and then the other, able to taste Roger as you swallowed what you’d caught on your tongue. “Did that make you feel any better?” “I don’t know if I’d say better. Wetter? Definitely.” “You’re a bloody poet, love,” “I try. You wanna help me up or did you have more in you?” Roger held out his hand with a chuckle, pulling you to your feet. When you were closer to eye level he paused, eyes roaming over your face, and then leaned in to peck you on the lips. It was unexpected but appreciated, though not quite as much as the damp face cloth he used to clean you.

 The next morning Roger asked if you’d like to put the belt back on and you said yes. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. Each time he reminded you that you were allowed to say no and then, when you assured him you knew that, helped lock it into place. At some point (and sometimes at multiple points) during the day he’d use your mouth, only needing to click his fingers for you to drop to your knees for him. He made sure to compare you to vacuum cleaners and other objects. Metaphors that would normally have made you roll your eyes or tell him he was disgusting, but which now turned you into a whiney wet mess. Admittedly they weren’t all good. The time he said you had a mouth like a black hole you’d nearly choked as you started laughing with your lips already stretched around him. He’d apologised and said he’d cut back on the sci-fi comparisons so you could finish the job properly. At night you’d have a shower and change into pyjamas, often forgoing PJ pants since Roger liked to edge you while you weren’t wearing the belt. He’d slip his fingers into your panties while you watched TV or as you were settling down to sleep. But not once did he try to actually fuck you. It was infuriating and frustrating and such a turn on. Until it stopped being hot.

 You’d woken up that morning as excited and enthusiastic about the belt as you had been the previous few mornings but by the afternoon it had started feeling uncomfortable and oppressive. You came to the conclusion that denial and edging was fun but you needed a more definite time period to work within. When Roger had left and said you’d be able to orgasm again when he came back in two months’ time, that had been exciting and hot because there was a time limit. A light at the end of the tunnel that you could see and count down to. Something to aim for. Denial wasn’t just about not cumming, it was about challenging your own expectations of yourself and maybe trying to beat your previous record. What you were doing now didn’t have that specificity, that goal to work towards, and it was beginning to feel like you were being punished for nothing. The constant empty ache you felt didn’t help. Of course denial usually came with aches and desperate needy feelings but something about this time was different. Usually Roger would relish fucking you as much as possible, all the time telling you not to cum or else he’d have to spank you. It was always hard holding back as he took his pleasure but it was rewarding too and it helped relieve the tension that constant edging could cause, even without finishing. Sometimes, if you’d been good and he wanted to be nice, he’d give you a ruin as well. And even if he ended up being mean and leaving your arse pink and smarting from his blows, you got a certain kind of enjoyment from it. But with the chastity belt and the refusal to fuck you, you weren’t getting any relief at all. After thinking through it all, you decided you needed a break from the belt. It would be fun to try again another day but maybe with more discussion and certainties. You looked over to the other couch where Roger was stretched out. “Hey, Rog?” “Yes, love?” “I think I want to stop.” Roger looked away from the TV, his attention shifting to you, “You mean with the belt?” “Yeah. I think I’m close to using my safeword. It’s just feeling kind of not good at the moment. Can you please unlock me?” “Okay. Of course we can stop. C’mon, I left the key in our room,” Roger held out his hand for yours, brushing his lips over your knuckles as he pulled you up.

 You sighed with relief as you stepped out of the belt, already feeling better, if not a little embarrassed by just how obviously wet you were. Roger stood, about to say something, but you pulled him into a kiss instead, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. “Well,” he said with a laugh, “I was going to ask what else I could do to make you feel better but I think you’ve made it quite obvious,” “Need you Rog. Literally need. I’ve never meant it as much as I do now,” “Jesus, okay,” he was already fumbling with his fly one handed, “We really did a number on you, huh,” You nodded, dropping your hands to help him get his pants off. As soon as the zip was down he kissed you again, leading you towards the bed. “How do you want me?” “Don’t care, just fuck me,” “For as long as you want,” Roger pushed on your shoulder and you fell back onto the bed, watching as he kicked his pants and underwear off. You whined when he took too long but he soothed you with a kiss and then more down your neck, until he met the neckline of your t-shirt. He didn’t bother removing it though, just squeezed your breasts through it. You were glad, sure you’d implode if you didn’t have him immediately. Instead he kissed your lips again, fiercely, as you reached for his cock, willing him to hurry up and get hard enough. As soon as he was ready he pushed your hand away and pressed into your cunt with an ease that was somewhere between ridiculous and pathetic. “Fuck you’re soaked,” he mumbled, more to himself than to you. Even if he had been speaking to you, you’re not sure you would have heard, much too preoccupied by how full you suddenly felt. It was such a contrast from the previous week of aching for it and all you could think to say was thank you, over and over as Roger slowly fucked into you. “You gotta stop squirming so much, love, or I’m gonna slip out,” You clenched around him at the suggestion, smiling when he tightened his grip on your thigh. Roger brought his fingers to your clit, circling it as you whined, your orgasm already so unbelievably close. It didn’t take much more than a couple of light circles around your clit to tip you over the edge. You weren’t sure you’d ever cum quite so hard from quite so little stimulation but you could barely speak, your breath catching in your throat along with your voice. Roger kept his fingers in place as he calmly thrust into you, egging you on, pushing you through the most well-earned orgasm you’d ever had. But he was by no means done with you. He gave you a few moments to calm and catch your breath, and then he shifted your legs over his shoulders, one at a time as you tried to brace yourself. He sunk deeper with the change of position, picking up his pace to fuck you harder, keeping a firm grip on you so that, even though your back arched and you writhed under him, head falling to one side and then whipping around to the other, you’d remain in place on his cock. With every thrust, every squeeze of his fingertips, you felt yourself drawing close to the edge again and you begged Roger, through gasped breaths, not to stop. He didn’t. He wouldn’t have even considered it until you told him to. “I can feel how close you are, love. Come on, cum for me. Show me just how much you like being fucked and cum,” “yes, yes, fuck yes,” “That’s right, good- good girl, f-fuck you’re tight. Fucking feel your cunt pul-sing. You’ve missed that feeling haven’t you?” You just nodded, head still foggy. “Think you’ve got another one in you? Or do you want me to stop?” “No, don’t stop,” Roger chuckled and pulled out of you as you whined but it was only so he could flip you onto your stomach and pull your hips up. Before you could even begin to complain about the sudden desertion, he was back inside you, pulling you back onto his cock as he rammed into you. “I want to hear you this time. You know I like how loud my slut gets,” There was no way you could deny a request like that, not when he was making you feel so good, filling you so perfectly, giving you exactly what you’d so desperately needed. You babbled for him, a mess of curses and half conceived thoughts about how good it felt mixed with whines and moans. And that only made him fuck you harder, until you came again, screaming his name. He fucked you through it, though he grunted with each thrust, holding off his own orgasm until he was sure you were satisfied. You swore you nearly came again as he spilled himself inside you before both of you collapsed bonelessly to the bed.

 You complained when Roger pulled out of you again, but he did make a good point about not wanting to crush you. And he made up for it by pulling you close and kissing you as much as he could, in between checking how you felt and if you were okay now. “Yeah, better,” you sighed, running you hand over his arm, “I really really needed that,” “I could tell. Sorry I made you wait so long,” “No, it was fun too, the waiting. But not forever, y’know.” “Yeah I do. If you ever want to try the whole chastity belt thing again we’ll be better, figure out how to make it fun again,” “Sounds good. But maybe not for a while,” “No, not for a while. I like fucking you too much to give it up again so soon,” You laughed at that, leaned in to kiss him again. “You’re probably too tired but, uh, I could go again if you wanted,” “Now?” “Maybe a minute?” “A minute sounds good and I’m not too tired. But if I was, maybe we could sleep like that, with you in me?” “Really?” “I don’t think you’ve grasped quite how badly I’ve wanted you since you first showed me the belt, how badly I still want you,” “I think that can be arranged then,” he laughed again, kissing you once more as he rolled back over.

#my writing #my fics #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor smut #roger taylor imagine #absolutely wild that any of you have been with me since IMIUTY tbh #i was so unsure about posting that sldjslkds #and now i just casually chuck out 9k words of filth #also #a lot of chastity stuff is about wearing them constantly #which is hot but not realistic #because if you dont clean them and give your body time to breathe #it can lead to UTIs and stuff #so if your gonna play with a belt and you have a p**** #make sure to take it off intermittently #anyway #can someone please lock me in a belt and idk maybe mock me when i start to beg

[hariosborn]

james potter fic recs!!

lily evans, i see you, hear you, and i respect you... but we’re gonna forget about you for a hot minute

no please don’t say that... by @hello-everyfandom tag yourself, i’m sappy james :(( i just want to attend at least one gryffindor party in my lifetime. thinking of shifting realities :// jkjk i have no free time on my hands :(( but if i ever did, i would for sure visit the marauders and hang out w them in the common room 🥰 hashtag gryffindor pride!

match made by @slytherinquill who is y/n and why does she get all the guys 😔i would hate to have to choose between two boys who like me, but lucky for me no one likes me! as much as it squeezes my heart, i love the fake dating trope with all my heart bc of all the emotions it puts me through - and this one was so well written! love that for the writer, could not be me, i suck at writing <3

too late for love by @futurewriter2000 just the right amount of steam and heartbreak ;( fun fact: i used to only read and write on w**tpad and that was where i read my first hp fanfic after 2 years of being on the app (i had promised myself hp was off limits) and like i was looking on google to see the marauders fancasts and i saw a gif of aaron taylor johnson and i accidentally clicked on it and it took me to a oneshot on this writers page, and i was like “oh well, might as well” and i read it and i was crying and then for a month i was going on incognito tabs to try and read everything on her masterlist and then i caved and got a tumblr and here we are! so shoutout to @futurewriter2000 for being the writer to suck me into this lovely whirlpool that is harry potter fanfiction heehee

numb love by @heloisedaphnebrightmore i love non-cannon stuff because lets face it, my existence is not cannon. but this! this right here! wow! yes! it hurt, but it was worth it! i love how i could still have my own harry potter uni fantasy, but still have it line up with the cannon timeline 🥺

jealous by @writingfortoomanyfandoms short and sweet but dang! my heart did that little b***rflies thingy 😳i think best friend!remus is the best thing ever, and sirius’ little jabs at lovesick james were *muah*

nightmare by @marauder-exe more butterflies! i won’t spoil it - but when the prompt was mentioned (like james used it) i melted onto the floor. i became a puddle of puddy on the floor. i went so soft. i felt like i was in my natural soft girl state. romantic hari was activated :0

summer revelations by @pregnant-piggy YESSS!!! YAAAASSSS!!! SUMMATIIIIME!!! i live in ~la~ and its that kind of nasty hot rn (and during the summer) bc we’re having a heat wave, and i just wish with my entire being, that i could instead spend my summers in the english countryside in a cute french style house with cute boys dancing around their feelings for me. thats the dream right there. y/n has it lucky. i bet she takes that sh*t for granted 😒 jkjk love her! i am her! also i had in mind the exact dress i would be wearing, and bc of the humidity, i’m imagining my curls would be ~activated~ and so my messy bun would just be at peak cuteness <3

pushing the right buttons by @heloisedaphnebrightmore i don’t know why (actually i do) but the word “waist” and the action of “wrapping his arm around your waist” makes me feel something amazing. i’ve learned that my love language is physical touch + affection and this fic has that, and then paired with the idea of someone appreciating my waist just makes my brain go into overdrive. and then shirtless james is obviously a plus as well. 5+ points for that alone. 

uncontrollable wandless magic by @heloisedaphnebrightmore ooo imagine having powers 😏eleven typa beat. (OMG WAIT THE CHARACTER FROM STRANGER THINGS, NOT THE AGE AJKABVKJ)

schemes series!masterlist by @futurewriter2000 OOOO YESSS! this series broke my heart, but like in the best way possible, so its all good. also this fic introduced me to the idea of fantasizing abt mulciber, so i am not complaining. love me some remusxreaderxjamesxreaderxsiriusxreaderxmulciuberxreaderxplatonic!regulusxreader

potter by @mellifluousmalfoy relative of ernie mcmillan??? james potter??? soulmates??? the answer to all of those questions is yes. yes i do. yes i am. yes i is.

a golden lion and the pale blue bird by @remusishotterthansirius im not saying i agree with this authors user, but i a*ree with this authors user. back to the scheduled programming - i love study buddy!remus. like period bestfriend. introduce me to my future mans. you go do that remus. you play matchmaker. go ahead, i give you full permission 😌 

just go by @jamesmydeer i don’t even - i just - when - AGHHH. maybe its like a disease, but i love putting myself through pain via heartbreak stories on tumblr. it gives me a rush. pretending i’m actually in love. its nice ya know? its definitely an obsession, but i think its a healthy one! 

Y’ALL I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DOING MY HOMEWORK BUT I PROCRASTINATED AND MADE THIS LIST! AHHHH

but its okay bc its been a looong time since i made my first post - which also, ty for the nice messages from all the writers mentioned 🥺

hope you liked these recommendations! i’m sorry if you’re a writer and get tagged in like ever single fic rec list i post, i just really like your stuff 🥺

ANYWAYS I HAVE TO GO, I HAVE SO MUCH HOMEWORK TO DO AND SO LITTLE TIME BYEEEEE

happy reading! 

#fic rec #fanfic #imagines #oneshots #writers on tumblr #writing #hp #Harry Potter #james potter #fluff #fic recommendation #recommended reading #marauders au #hp marauders #marauders era #james potter x you #james potter x reader

[hqxreader]

I hardly see anything on tumblr with Tanaka my poor baby! Could you write a HC on how Tanaka, Noya, and Bokuto act when other guys try to hit on you during a tournament and how they act when they’re jealous? Thank you so much and keep up the good work 🥰 - @tomboyneedshercoffee

Hi hon!! Tumblr decided to be a dick and delete your ask. Luckily I work on Google Docs and I copied your ask on there and badabing badaboom. I had it saved as a draft here too and was also editing it here too and im gonna just grrrr. Anyway, this request was a blast, I got a bit crazy with Noya’s whoopsss. Anywho I hope I tagged the correct person and you enjoy!! 💕

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Tanaka Ryunosuke

Oooh buddy

The team is warming up for their first match of the tournament and they’re starting spiking drills.

Tanaka’s about to go next, and he looks up to the stands for you, and what does he find? Some fan from the opposing team talking and hitting on you! 

He was way too close, he had never heard of a personal bubble apparently. 

It was now Tanaka’s turn to spike, he called your name out real quick to grab your attention, 

“y/n! Look at this!” BAM! POW! WHACK! Whatever sound effect you wanna use for the ball hitting the other side of the court really, really hard and flying somewhere unknown. 

The team and you pretty much stared at Tanaka, mouths gaping open in shock of what just happened. 

Tanaka had a scary grin on his face, and he turned to face you in the stands, “How did you like that y/n.. And friend?” 

Random dude is now about to piss his pants, “I think I’ll just let you be, bye now!”

You just shook your head as the boy ran off like a scaredy cat with his tail between his legs. You put your hands on your hips and looked down towards Tanaka, 

“Great job babe! Now do that during the game!!” 

So overall a jealous Tanaka makes an angry/showoff Tanaka. He’s not gonna lose to some random man that doesn’t know when his s/o is taken. 

He’s pretty much like “You see this? This is mine.” not in like a rude way but in a good way like in the one will smith meme way. (haha 11pm taylor is writing this clearly)

Nishinoya Yuu 

Oooh buddy take 2

After the game, you’re waiting for Karasuno in the main corridor, leaning against the wall, just minding your own business.

Then all the sudden this Random Dude your age walks right up to you, smirk on his face, playboy aura coming off of him (lets just imagine Oikawa but it’s not Oikawa cool?)  

‘Oh dear’ was the first thing that you thought, and then ‘Where’s Yuu?’

“Hey there, what’s a beautiful girl like ya doing here all alone?” Oh dear. 

You just smiled politely at him, “Waiting for my boyfriend, he played today and he won, so we’re going to go out tonight for a little celebratory dinner.” 

He simply put one hand on the wall next to you and his other hand started messing with your hair, “Well I think ya should just ditch the boyfriend and-”

“EH??!!” Whelp. There’s the team. 

You pushed the Random Dude away and walked up to Noya, standing proud next to him. 

“This is my boyfriend Nishinoya. Noya, this is uh.. Random Dude.” “The names’ Atsumu.” BAHAHAHA IM SORRY

“Well let me tell you Atsumu! Y/n isn’t going anywhere with you, she’s my girlfriend!” “Ha! Okay Short Stack.” 

Noya’s now pissed, stomping towards Atsumu with a scowl on his face and pushing his jacket sleeves up his arms. 

Atsumu was just smirking at this, what was Noya gonna do to him? But then Atsumu saw Jesus Asahi right behind Noya, a deep frown on his face, saying ‘don’t you dare touch him.’ 

Once Atsumu saw Asahi, he quickly said “Ya know what? Let’s call it truths, I’m sorry for offending you and yer girlfriend. See ya!” And he sped off (osamu was watching from a bit aways and was shaking his head at his idiot brother)

Noya’s demeanor changed immediately once Atsumu ran off, grin on his face, “Did you see that babe? He ran off like a wimp!” 

You just laughed and shook your head, knowing why exactly Atsumu ran off. You walked up to Noya and wrapped your arms around him and gave him a hug, “Amazing job, Yuu.”

Overall Noya is a lot like Tanaka, he gets protective and is like ‘who the hell do you think you are?!’ He’s gonna fight for you.

Bokuto Koutarou

Fukurodani now has a third manager (jeesh) you! You’re a second year, so you’re not doing the hard core work that the third years have to do. Your main job is to refill the water bottles when needed. (idk only thing i could think of) 

So you’re out in the hallway doing your job like a good little manager filling up water bottles pregame, just minding your own business (again), when you get the feeling that there’s someone behind you. 

You look behind you and leaning against the wall is some Random Dude™ hiding in the shadows. 

“Umm.. hello?” You call out cautiously, turning completely towards the stranger (stranger danger kids!!) 

Random Dude™ pushed off the wall and out of the shadows and walked up to you, waving with a smile on his face.

“Hi there! Oikawa Tooru, who do I have the pleasure of meeting?” 

You felt your face warm up and you kept looking around the hallway, planning an escape route. “It’s L/n Y/n” “It’s very nice to meet you L/n, how can I…” 

Now as this is all going down, the third year managers sent Akaashi and Bokuto to go find you because it was taking you too long just to fill some water bottles. 

As the two are walking up to you and Oikawa chatting, Akaashi can slowly see Bokuto start to have a mood swing. 

“Does my crush on L/n not matter Akaashi?” “If anything I think she needs a hero Bokuto-san, she doesn’t seem very comfortable with Oikawa-san.” “Akaaaashi, you’re right!” 

Plan ‘I wanna be your Hero’ is now in motion.

Bokuto walked up to Oikawa and you, looking buff as always, and he stopped next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close. 

“Hey Hey Hey! Oikawa, what are you doing all the way here in Tokyo?” “Bokuto, loud as always. I’m here to watch volleyball of course! And I just happened to run into the lovely L/n here.” 

Bokuto could only hope you’d go along with his plan, “Oh yeah, y/n is the best girlfriend you could ask for!”

Your eyes widened, when did that happen?? That’s okay, let’s just play along. “Yup! You can never find anyone better than Koutarou.” You reached up and pecked his cheek. 

You could hear a little ‘hoot’ and see his cheeks turn red. 

Oikawa now stood with his hands on his hips, giving you two a ‘what are you up to’ look. 

“Okay, well I’m glad you two are happy in love! It was nice meeting you L/n, see you at the next meeting Bokuto.” Oikawa waved his hand and walked away. 

Once he was far enough away, Bokuto and you pulled apart and you began asking him a million questions, “Bokuto what was that? How do you know him? Why did you do that? What does this mean? Are we actually-” 

Bokuto started stressing from all the questions and he put his hand over your mouth to quiet you.

“I didn’t like seeing you with Oikawa, and I have a crush on you, will you go out with me?” all rushed out at once. 

Once you comprehended what he said, you smiled under his hand and nodded. 

“Really!? You will?!” You nodded again more enthusiastically. “That’s Great!” He wrapped his arms around you and picked you up, giving you a giant hug. 

He put you down and turned towards Akaashi, “Akaaaaashi!!! Did you see? Did you see?? She said yes!” 

At this point Akaashi is now waiting with the other managers as Plan ‘I wanna be your Hero’ ends up even better than expected.

Jealous Bokuto starts out with a moment of mood swing Bokuto. What are you doing with some other dude flirting with you? Did something happen between you two? 

But then he’ll recognize your body language, you don’t feel comfortable with this guy. Bokuto shakes out of his mood swing and goes in to save you, showing how you’re his girlfriend, not anyone else's.   

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I hope you enjoyed!!

#tanaka ryuunosuke #tanaka ryuunosuke x reader #tanaka #tanaka x reader #nishinoya yuu #nishinoya yuu x reader #nishinoya #nishinoya x reader #bokuto koutarou #bokuto koutarou x reader #bokuto #bokuto x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu!! headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #hq!! #hq!! x reader #hq!! headcanons #hq #hq x reader #hq headcanons #tanaka fluff #noya fluff #bokuto fluff #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #taylor attempts to write

[moonlit-imagines]

Please Don’t Stop the Music

Wanda Maximoff x Stark!reader

warnings: i made a joke abt taylor swift in this but im not actually being mean to her so like im sorry to any taylor swift fan and actual taylor herself bc ik shes on this app so ah hah hah pls dont be mad

a/n: not to worry at all!! requesting gets a little tricky sometimes, especially with different creators, im more than happy to take your request though!! 💖

prompt: anonymous: “Wanda x Stark!reader anon - sorry about that!! I am new to requesting dsfdgf - but, for a plot, would this work? Wanda and reader are spending time alone and bonding (Wanda playing guitar, reader listening and trying to distract her with jokes or somethin), and maybe Wanda starts to cover a cheesy love song? (idk what songs you like, but maybe... Taylor Swift-esque sfdsd), and the reader realizes that they're deeply in love with her and it ends with them confessing? (1/2)”

The Compound was quiet, others were there, but taking care of their own business. You and Wanda had gotten a day off, which was a nice change. No training, no fighting...hell, you didn’t even have any chores. It was going to be a wonderful day for the two of you, plenty of time to bond.

Now, when Wanda got here, you convinced your dad, Tony, to let you take Wanda out on a little bit of a “build-a-new-life” shopping spree. She was going through a lot. Being experimented on, losing her home, losing her brother, moving to the United States, becoming an Avenger. It was all a lot to take in. Not only did she need a distraction, she needed to decorate her new room, make it her own space.

She told you that when she was a child, she played guitar. You took that as “I would like to have a guitar,” so you bought her one, as Starks do. It was a bit of a toxic trait from dad, but it didn’t hurt much. You got a joyful “thank you” from Wanda, and it warmed your heart to hear her practice. She was actually wonderful, you had to admit. And she loved having you as her audience.

“Ugh, you’re amazing. A true inspiration, I have to say. God, I wish I were half as good as you.” You ranted through your compliments, leaving Wanda blushing and covering up her beautiful smile while she did a little wipe of her nose. She was cute when she was flustered.

“Oh, stop that.” She giggled as she readjusted her capo on the neck of the guitar.

“No, no, I’m serious! Taylor Swift played at my Sweet Sixteen, and let me tell you, she ain’t got nothing on you.” You emphasized your point with a series of hand gestures, you sure knew how to get a girl to laugh. “Oh, you think I’m joking?”

“Here, I know a Taylor Swift song.” She positioned her fingers onto the correct frets and began strumming away, alternating her hand position and humming the melody. It was a breathtaking experience that made you want more before it was even over. You couldn’t begin to fathom your feelings for Wanda because they were always growing stronger, but now you were certain that you were in love. Your dad would get a kick out of that, considering he’d been teasing you about your little crush ever since you met Wanda. You denied, denied, and denied, but it looks like you were wrong. There’s a first time for everything.

Wanda began to sing the lyrics to Ours, leaving you absolutely speechless and sappy once you heard her voice start the chorus: “Don’t you worry your pretty little mind, people throw rocks at things that shine, and life makes love look hard...” You began to stare at Wanda’s both sweet and concentrated face, you were so tempted to interrupt with a kiss. The next minute or two seemed to fly by, because she was suddenly done. You gave her a personal round of applause while she jokingly took a bow. “Thank you, thank you.” Wanda pulled the guitar strap from behind her and set the instrument aside.

“God, I told you that I’m always right, yeah?” You watched her nod. “Good, good. Well, you’ve gotta believe me on this. You’re voice is stunning, I felt like there was some sort of angel sitting in front of me.” You told her, she wasn’t so used to getting all these compliments, they made her so unbelievably happy. “I can’t believe you’ve been hiding that pretty singing voice from me!”

“You talk too much.” She shot at you, but you always had some sort of comeback.

“Oh, I’m aware. It’s another famous Stark trait. You’re gonna have to get used to it.” You made sure to let her know. There was something else she needed to know, though. This was a good a time as any, just needed the check something really quick. “Hey, FRIDAY? Anyone heading near us anytime soon?”

“I suspect they may be a while. Your dad seemed to have had a ‘minor’ lab accident, the team is taking care of it now.” Your father’s AI explained, you didn’t expect anything less from Tony. At least you didn’t have to rush anything or push this back.

“Wonderful, thanks, FRIDAY.” You scratched the back of your neck nervously, and you didn’t get nervous often, especially when talking to someone. Wanda was a special someone, though. Stark charm, please don’t fail me now. “So, Wanda, I have to say, it’s amazing spending time with you.”

“Aw, thank you, y/n.” She smirked and tilted her head, that always gave you butterflies, you nearly lost your train of thought.

“Right, yeah, well,” you began to stutter out words, “I just...I mean...”

“Are you alright?” Wanda asked, causing you to tense up a bit.

“Let me start over.” You took a deep breath, this was it. Let’s go. “Okay, Wanda. I love spending time with you, it’s actually hard for me to be away from you. I’ve felt like this since I met you, the real you. I didn’t know how to tell you, but I’m getting a little bit antsy holding this in, you know?” You gave a little shrug, seeing her carefully listening to your speech. “We’ve been spending so much time together, it’s only convinced me more and more that I...I’m in love with you.” You let out the official words and watched her expression change from concern to something more...soft.

“Really?” She quietly mumbled, you gave her an eager nod. Wanda suddenly turned excited and jumped into your arms, nearly knocking you over. “This is wonderful! I have to say, I feel the same. I was getting worried that you wouldn’t like me, but this is better than I could have ever imagined!” She hugged you and pulled back a bit to face you.

“Does that mean I can kiss you? Because I’ve been dreaming of doing that for a long while.” You couldn’t help but watch her lips for an answer.

“Be my guest.”

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